#you’re not smiling anymore and I can’t take that

[ashenquill]

[Gotham. A skyline is shown, accentuating the instantly-recognizable Wayne Enterprises building. The shot fades to a dirty street, with tipped trash cans and scattered garbage. Outside of a run-down coffee shop sits a table, and at this table are two men. The audience applauds when they are revealed to be the famous Richie Grayson and Timothy Drake-Wayne.]

Dick: Thanks for meeting me for coffee, Timmy! I’m glad I came to Gotham on a day you weren’t too busy.

Tim: Yeah, sure thing, Richie!

Dick: You even found a coffee shop in one of the nicer parts of Gotham!

[A gunshot and siren are heard in the distance and a piece of paper rolls by, resembling a tumble weed. Both men nod appreciatively while the audience laughs in the background. Dick takes a sip of his coffee, then smiles at Tim.]

Dick: So, how’s your Christmas shopping going?

Tim: [Gives a smile that can only be described as dangerous] Oh, just wonderful.

Dick: [Shivering] Why do I feel a chill running down my spine?

Tim: [Shrugging innocently] I have no idea what you could possibly mean by that.

Dick: Are you at least going to spare me from your mortifying Christmas gifts, this year?

Tim: Now, why would I do that?

Dick: [Blinking at him with round, pleading eyes that make the audience coo] Because I’m your favorite brother?

Tim: [Clearly embarrassed, and shifting awkwardly as he tries to change the topic] Maybe. Anyway, I still don’t know what to get for Bruce. He’s kinda hard to shop for.

Dick: [Leaning back in his chair, looking exasperated] Don’t I know it. Do you know how hard it was to think of gifts to get him as a kid? I grew up in the circus! I gave my parents pretty rocks for their birthdays!

Tim: What do you usually get Bruce?

Dick: Stupid stuff, mostly. Ugly socks and sweaters, funny mugs— he always cries about it anyway, you know how he gets.

Tim: [Mockingly, with tears] i’M jUsT sO hApPy tO kNoW yOu ThOuGhT oF mE

Dick: [Joining in] I jUsT LoVe mY kIDs sO mUcH

Tim: Hey, there’s an idea!

Dick: What? [Takes another sip of his drink]

Tim: That’s what I can get him for Christmas— a new kid!

Dick: [Spitting out his coffee] NO! Do NOT feed into the adoption addiction!

Tim: C’mon, Rich, just think about it! He’d be so excited!

Dick: [Head in hands] Where are you even going to find—

Random child: [Walks up to them timidly, holding a piece of paper close to his chest] Excuse me, are you Richie Grayson? Can I get your autograph?

Dick: [Looks at Tim, then the child, then Tim, then back at the child in quick succession] …Sure. What’s your name?

Random child: My name’s Billy!

Tim: Where are your parents, Billy?

Billy: Oh, they… [sniffing] they aren’t around, anymore. I’m an orphan.

Dick: [Stiffening]

Tim: [Eyes widening, leaning towards Dick]

Dick: [Aside to Tim] Timothy, no! We are not stealing this kid off the streets for Bruce!

Tim: He’s an orphan, Richie!

Dick: That doesn’t make it right!

Tim: But just look at him! Black hair! Blue eyes! He would be perfect!

Dick: I will not aid and abet you in kidnapping an orphan for a Christmas present! [turning back to Billy] Here you go, Billy. Merry Christmas!

Billy: Gee, thanks, Richie! You’re my hero! [scampers off, hugging his paper]

Tim: [Staring intently at Dick]

Dick: Timothy, we can’t just take him home with us—

Tim: Why not? That’s basically how Bruce aquired half his kids in the first place!

Dick: He doesn’t need any more! Five is already too many! Also, I’m pretty sure he has more that he’s hiding from us!

Tim: But he’s an orphan! And he looks like us! He would fit right in!

Dick: I still don’t think—

Tim: I don’t have any other ideas, Rich! So you can’t stop me! I’ve made up my mind!

Dick: Just because Bruce is hard to shop for, doesn’t mean you can resort to kidnapping!

Tim: Watch me!

[Tim runs away, and Dick shouts after him. The camera zooms out to the sounds of applause and laughter.]

SNL in the DC Universe 100% made a skit about Bruce Wayne the himbo billionaire with a chronic adoption addiction.

The Batkids 100% guessed starred in it without Bruce's knowledge or permission

[lacydollette]

Lol, this is from my own current personal angst in my life but I was thinking it can be used for an angsty Rafe x Reader. I have very low self esteem, I don't think I look pretty so I have a hard time accepting that a guy could be interest in me or find me appealing, especially cuz guys have called ''mid''. Right now I'm talking to THE sweetest guy. THE most greenest flag of all. Super respectful, mature and kind. I had a freakout and pushed him away, wanted to stop talking. He got super upset, send me a drunk text basically being like ''I'm so attracted to u and your everything I've ever dreamt of. I just wanna make you happy and make you smile. Your so special to me. I keep saying that your beautiful, amazing and gorgeous but you won't hear it. Please don't let your insecurites get in the way of us. I fkn miss you'' I mean...hey feel free to take whatever inspiration you want from that, change it, build on it, whatever you want! We just want a sappy head over heels Rafe who is heartbroken being pushed away (but with a happy ending)

a/n tysm for sharing this with me! and please don’t let your doubts get in the way of your happiness. you are BEAUTIFUL and you MATTER ❤️‍🩹 i hope u like this little piece.

warnings rafe cameron x fem!reader, reader with low self esteem, situationship, angst, fluff, rafe being a sweetheart

Rafe couldn’t really tell when it started, but he could feel it in your forced smiles and short responses. He tried to convince himself it was nothing, but the ache in his chest told him otherwise. Every attempt to figure out what he had done wrong was met with your dismissive shrug and a short, “I’m fine.”

But what Rafe didn’t know about was the chaos in your mind. You liked him—really liked him—but your insecurities were keeping you from letting yourself fall completely. You couldn’t ignore the way girls seemed to flirt with Rafe at parties, the way people whispered that you weren’t pretty or cool enough, to be with someone like him. It didn’t matter how many times he told you that you were beautiful—the doubt in your mind drowned out his words. So, you began to pull away, convinced it was only a matter of time before he realized you weren’t what he wanted.

And that’s why Rafe ended up going to this party alone, although it should have been a night that you two spend together. You had promised to go, only to back out at the last minute with a stupid excuse about not feeling well. Rafe knew you were lying. Obviously he didn’t want to go without you, but after Topper wouldn’t stop begging him, he gave in.

He spent the first hour trying to lose himself in the crowd, nursing a beer and pretending to laugh at Topper’s jokes, but it was useless. Every girl who tried to flirt with him only reminded him of you, and every drink made the knot in his chest tighten. Eventually, he escaped out into the yard, needing space to think—or maybe just to breathe.

The cool night air sobered him slightly, but not enough to stop him from pulling out his phone. His fingers hovered over your contact before he finally hit call. It rang three times before you picked up.

“Rafe?” You said softly, voice trembling slightly. You winced at how vulnerable you sounded.

“hi, baby.” he said, his voice breaking slightly before going right in. “What’s going on with you? Please, just tell me. Did I do something? Did I hurt you somehow? Because if I did, fuck I swear to God, I didn’t mean to.”

Your throat tightened, guilt twisting in your stomach. He sounded so desperate, so unlike the confident, self-assured Rafe you knew. You didn't know what to say, how to explain something you couldn't even fully understand yourself.

“Talk to me, y/n,” he pleaded. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep guessing what’s wrong. I care about you too much to lose you like this.” His voice cracked, and he raked a hand through his hair, his frustration spilling over. “I’m completely crazy about you. I don’t care about anyone else. You’re it for me. You’re the only one I want.”

Your heart shattered at his words. He cared about you, really cared about you. But how could he? How could someone like Rafe Cameron, with his perfect smile and effortless charm, care about someone like you?

"Rafe..." you whispered, unsure of what to say. “No,” he interrupted. “You have no idea how much you mean to me. I think about you all the time��when I wake up, when I go to sleep. You’re all I want, y/n. And if there’s even a part of you that feels the same way—then please, stop pushing me away.”

The silence that followed was unbearable. Rafe leaned against a tree, his heart pounding so loudly it drowned out everything else. Then he heard you breathe out, followed by muffled sobs, which you tried so hard to suppress by pressing your palm over your mouth. You wanted to believe him, wanted to let his words sink in and erase all your doubts. But the fear was still there.

“I didn’t think I was enough for you,” you finally whispered, voice trembling. “You could have anyone, Rafe. And people keep saying I don’t deserve you, and maybe they’re right.”

“Are you kidding me?” he said, his voice rising as he couldn’t believe that you’d actually think that. “Baby, you’re more than enough. You’re everything. Don’t let what other people say get in your head. They don’t know you. They don’t know us.”

Your sniffle came through the line, and he could picture you wiping your tears, head bowed like it always was when you were upset. “I just… I didn’t want to hold you back.”

“You’re not holding me back,” he replied softly. “You’re the only thing keeping me sane.” He paused. “Please, just let me in. Let me prove to you how much you mean to me.”

The sincerity in his voice was undeniable, and you believed him. Believed that he was serious about you two. “Okay.” You said. Relief washed over him, and he exhaled shakily. “Okay,” he repeated, his lips curving into a smile. “I’m coming to you right now.”

Your eyes widened, “No, Rafe, you don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he said firmly. “Stay where you are. I’m coming to you. We’ll figure this out together.” And with that, he ended the call, his heart pounding with determination. He didn’t care what anyone else thought. You were his, and he wasn’t going to let you go.

[defmaybe]

last night's mascara

12 Days of Christmas: Day 11, January 4th, 2025

Dreamcatcher’s Lee Gahyun x Male Reader

3.1k words

Christmas Masterlist

What a boring ass party.

It’s the thought that has been lingering inside your head for the last two hours. The decorations? Daft. The song choice? Lame. The conversations? Rote. So, there you are, one hand on your phone, the other fiddling with your fingers restlessly. Should’ve bought Balatro when it was on sale.

You scroll your Twitter feed aimlessly, pressing likes on the fan sites’ pictures of your favorite groups—fromis_9, Red Velvet, (G)I-DLE. It’s the only way to escape this party without raising much suspicion.

Well, not until Gahyun notices you standing in the corner of your eyes.

“Not enjoying it?”

You almost drop your phone on the ground, good thing you can balance it with your hands.

“Shit, y–yeah,” you reply.

Gahyun giggles softly, covering her mouth with the glass of champagne in her hand. She’s in her red and white Christmas dress, one that shows off a lot—her shoulders, her legs, her ample cleavage. Fuck, she looks so tantalizing.

“So,” she says. She’s pulling you into a conversation. Abort. Abort. Abort!

“How was your day?” she asks, “Wait, oh my god, that was a terrible question. I’m sorry if it’s too plain for you.”

It’s over for you.

“No, no, it was–great. I’m fine,” you reply. “How are you?”

Gahyun chuckles. “A bit drunk, but still standing!” she says with a bright smile, twisting her foot coyly. God, she looks gorgeous.

You only shoot a smile back at her. You don’t know what more to say. It’s difficult for you to continue the conversation like this. You can’t do this.

“Hey,” she continues. You’re finished. “I can keep you company here if you want.”

She’s kind, but you’ll have to say no. You aren’t good enough to hold her right here. You don’t have anything to talk about!

“Ah, I–I appreciate that, but I don’t think you’d enjoy my company,” you decline, taking a sip of the champagne in your hand.

She giggles, and you fall victim to your own self-deprecation once again. You just can’t stop pushing people out, can you?

Fuck.

“Don’t be so harsh on yourself, come on!” she encourages. You’re taken aback by her enthusiasm to be with you. Is she really enjoying your company? Is it a dare? Is she just toying with you for her own entertainment?

“O–Okay, Gahyun,” you stammer.

The conversation begins at the expense of your solitude. It’s seemingly unending. You’re involuntarily dragged into an exchange with the talkative Lee Gahyun. However, you’re slowly dragged into her charismatic presence. You’re somehow not stuttering anymore? Goodness gracious! She’s a good talker. She’s a good listener. She’s genuinely comforting to be around.

“So–speaking of music, have you been listening to anyone recently? Well, outside of k-pop, it’ll be too boring,” Gahyun asks.

You contemplate a bit before you answer, “Well, I’ve been listening to Gracie Abrams a lot lately. Do you know her?”

“Gracie Abrams–hmm–is she the one who opened for Taylor Swift?”

“Yeah!” you happily answer. She’s really full of knowledge. “I started listening to her a few years ago. Quality can be choppy sometimes, but I still like her a lot.”

“I’m sure she’s great,” she says with a giggle. “That’s why you’re drawn to her.”

You can only chuckle at her warm words. God, she really knows how to reel you in. 

“What about you? Who have you been listening to?” you ask her the same question back. Normally, you’d be beating yourself up for not changing the question, but with Gahyun, it feels like you don’t have to worry about anything.

Gahyun laughs, cutely covering her mouth while doing so. “Well, mostly Billie Eilish, her new album. Have you heard it yet?”

“Oh, yeah! I love Birds of a Feather a lot. Wait, let me guess yours–uh–” you pause, trying to guess her favorite from the album.

Gahyun adoringly smiles, waiting for your guess. Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe it’s the light, but, fuck, are you having a crush on her?

“Chihiro?”

“Aww~ that’s close! It’s actually my second favorite,” Gahyun says, pouting cutely. You can only awkwardly giggle along to cover the embarrassment from the mistake.

“I actually love Lunch the most, to be honest,” she says. “Makes me click my heels, you know?”

“Oh, yeah. I mean–I also like Lunch, but–uh–it’s just not as sad as Birds of a Feather.”

“Oh. Oh! Well, that’s definitely interesting!” Gahyun says. “So, you like sad songs? Do you like–uh–have any to recommend to me?”

You give her a few songs. She nods in acknowledgement. The exchange continues into the night. It flows so lively that you get lost in her charm, over and over again. You find out about her dog at home—Bae. You find out that she loves pineapples on pizzas. You find out that her favorite TV show is Goblin (yes, that Goblin).

As it goes on, you can’t help but steal glances at her body, even if you know how inappropriate that is. You’ll use the opportunity when she looks away to take in the view of her ample cleavage or her meaty thighs. She looks so good, so deli–

“Hey,” she derails your train of thoughts. “Did you just–stare at my tits?”

Your eyes widen in shock. You didn’t realize that you’ve been looking at her for a little too long. Your hands tremble in fear of getting called out. You should say sorry, now!

“F–Fuck, I–I’m so s–sorry, Gah–”

“Zip it,” she cuts you off, putting her index finger on your lips. “I don’t want excuses.”

Tears start to form in your eyes. You’re being mentally cornered by Lee Gahyun, the company darling. God, you’re beyond fucked. Your whole life is being undone because of a slip. Fuck.

Then, she whispers into your ear.

“Meet me at the women’s bathroom in five minutes.”

You nod with your eyes closed slowly, before she departs from you, giving you the view of her hips swaying before disappearing into the crowd.

—

The women’s bathroom smells of air purifier, it’s taken care of well. It’s brightly lit. You find Gahyun standing in the middle of the room—arms crossed, tapping her foot. She’s waiting for you.

“Come here, lock the door,” she orders, gesturing you to her. Her voice is much, much more stern than in the ballroom, but there’s also–something else. Is she mad at you, or is it something else?

The door clicks shut, leaving the bathroom only for you two. You slowly walk towards Gahyun, who’s looking at you expectantly.

The air thickens with anticipation. The silence is heavy. You’re stuck in the bathroom with Lee Gahyun. She doesn’t seem too pleased with your presence here, but why would she be calling you here, then?

“So,” she starts. You close your eyes shut in fear. “Anything to say before we start?”

You shake your head vigorously, hoping that the admission would lessen the punishment directed at you.

You hear a wicked laugh, as she starts to circle around you. Your body trembles in fear. Fuck, what is she going to do with you. Is she going to beat you up? Is she going to berate you?

“Are you sure that you’ve locked the door?” she asks from behind you. You can feel her breath on your neck. It’s terrifying.

“Y–Yes, Gahyun,” you stammer out.

“Good. Now, take off your pants,” she orders sternly. Wait, this isn’t going where you’ve expected.

“Wait, do you want me to–”

“Take off your pants, yes,” she finishes your sentence without any hesitation. Determination shines in her eyes.

“O–Okay?” you utter, before reluctantly unbuckling your belt. It’s so hard to come off when your hands are literally shaking like this. Your breathing becomes erratic with each second that passes by.

“Faster,” she sternly commands into your ear. Her warm breath touches your skin, eliciting goosebumps everywhere. Your hands quickly take off your trousers as she orders, leaving your lower body in your boxers. The outline of your erection becomes visible under them.

“Good,” she says, the warmth of your hand emanating into your firm ass. “Now, if you’d show me what you’ve been hiding under this–garment.

You immediately comply with her order, sliding down your tight boxers in a hasty motion. Your hard cock springs free from its confinement. It twitches in the anticipation of what’s to come. Gahyun presses into your body from the back, making your ass touch her warm crotch. Her perfume pervades your nostrils, making your legs wobble like jelly.

“Hmm, excited, aren’t we?” she coos. Her right hand reaches from the back to tease you. She leaves just a little space between her hand and your cock. You wish you could just grab her hand and make her touch your hardness right now, but that’s not how you play this game. You can only wonder how Gahyun can hide this side for so long—the side that dominates the shit out of you.

“Do you want me to touch it? Say it.” Her hot breath brushes against your ear, teasing you, pushing you towards the limit.

“Y–Yes, I want you to touch it, Gahyun,” you utter, mind going all haywire from the sheer intensity of her body warmth against your back.

You hear Gahyun giggle mischievously from the back, before her hand latches onto your cock firmly, making you groan in sheer ecstasy.

Slowly, she begins her dirty display on your cock. She lazily drags her hand up along your length, eliciting a shudder from you. When she’s at the top, she makes sure to take a swipe on the tip to make you moan. Your brain is now filled with nothing but her otherworldly handjob she’s giving. She feels so good.

You moan and whimper in her tight restraint, naked from below the waist. Her hands are slowly jerking you off with an unmatched mastery. Her smell is intense—her perfume, and something that’s explicitly her.

She slowly finds her rhythm, knowing when to pump, knowing when to swipe. She goes faster, eliciting guttural groans and whimpers out of you. 

Your cock is being fondled by the company darling, and that thought alone sends you into rapture. She’s the same woman you see every day. She’s the same woman you’ve talked to. She’s the same woman who everyone loves. Now, she’s jerking you off in the women’s bathroom, making you moan and whimper.

Maybe it’s the sheer intensity of the situation, you can feel your loins tightening. Your body becomes rigid. Your breathing becomes erratic. You’re going to cum in Lee Gahyun’s hand!

“You know, I’ve been told a lot that I have nice lips,” she says. Her hands remain a little too eager to finish you off. It’s becoming too irresistible to cum right now. You can feel the tension rising within your loins. You do want more than her hand, indeed. That pair of lips are a little too tantalizing for you to not be on your cock—so plump, so pouty.

“F–Fuck, Gahyun, I–I’m gonna cum,” you utter. Time is running low, and you have to make her stop before you blow a load all over the bathroom floor and get short-circuited for the rest of the night.

Gahyun lets out another wicked giggle. “Say please, then.” She’s not going to stop so easily, not before you profusely beg her to.

“Nghhn~ p–please, Gahyun,” you plead, voice already shaking in the intense sensation.

“Again, and I’ll lift my hand off,” she teases, jerking you off even faster. Your mind is all hazy from the sheer pleasure you’re getting from her hand. Your blinking becomes rapid. Your vision becomes blurry.

“Nghh~ please, G–Gahyun.”

Gahyun suddenly removes her hand from your cock, leaving it twitching in the air. You sigh, as the tension slowly drops back to normal. You’re happy not to cum before you get to take on her mouth.

“Close one,” she says, letting go of you from her warm embrace. You feel like you can fully breathe for the first time in years. She was suffocating, but you won’t deny the pleasure she gave you, of course.

Gahyun slowly walks back to your front, putting the highlight of her next act for you to see—her lips, those dick-sucking lips. You and the guys have talked about this behind her back (well, behind everyone’s back) about how good her lips would feel on your cocks, head bobbing up and down in a hypnotic motion, bringing intense pleasure to whoever gets their dick sucked. 

Now, it’s your turn.

Gahyun kneels, not without seductively swaying her wide hips as she goes down. Your cock twitches at the sight violently, so ready to be taken into her mouth.

“Say please, just like when I jerked you off,” she commands. She seems to know when to raise her voice and when to not.

“Please, Gahyun,” you utter, your voice all dry from the moaning and the internally burning desire.

The first contact is nothing short of divine. Gahyun starts slow. She starts by taking in just the mushroom tip into her mouth. She feels so warm, so tight, so right. Gahyun gives the underside of your cock a playful lick, making your body jolt in response.

She then begins her show, pushing herself further on your cock. It’s a lewd sight, really—the direct eye contact, the sound she’s making (it’s kind of a low, satisfied hum), the way she fondles your balls with her fingers. Pleasure just shoots through your body like a bullet. Without any restraints, you could just cum into her mouth right here and now. She pushes further and further, making you groan in pure bliss, until she starts to gag.

“Y–You don’t have to take it all, G–Gahyun.”

She says nothing, instead diving deeper onto your cock, all while using her tongue to play with the underside of your length. No woman has ever given you a blowjob as good as this—the deliberate movement, the will to gag, the pouty lips. Gahyun really has it all.

She keeps the eye contact intact, a reminder of her control. The gagging sounds she’s making don’t hinder her dominance by a little bit. She lets you know who’s in control here. It’s her and only her.

She finally pushes herself up to the hilt of your cock. She gags. She chokes. She sputters. Globs of spit leaks out of her mouth. Your head falls backwards from the pleasure. Her eyes are barely opening from the sheer size of your cock. You love this. You love the sounds she’s making. You love how she dominates the shit out of you. You love that she’s willing to suck you off like this (even if she’s the one in full control).

She stays there, gagging, choking, sputtering on your cock. She’s taking in the pungent scent of you, judging by the way she takes a deep breath through her nose. Her lips look so good on your cock like this. The base of your length becomes saturated by her red lipstick and spit. Streaks of black mascara run down her cheeks. You’re revelling in it. You’re revelling in the sight.

“G–God, G–Gahyun,” you utter.

With that, she slowly pulls back from your cock, leaving a trail of her rosy lipstick on it. Her eyes are fluttering violently with the thickness and length of you. She can barely breathe, and you’re loving it.

Instinctively, your right hand goes to the back of her head, tugging her hair to pull her out of the predicament called your cock. She gets to breathe again, and she quickly dislodges herself off you.

“Ah, y–you taste good,” she says, still trying to catch her breath. The marks from the earlier act are evident.

You say nothing, letting Gahyun catch her breath again, waiting for the time she can take in your cock once more. She breathes in, she breathes out, and finally, she’s ready again.

“I’m not holding back this time, alright?” she says, determination sparks inside her eyes.

“S–Sure.”

She grabs onto your cock with her right hand, pulling you close, before she takes your cock into her mouth. This time, it’s more violent, more fervent. She catches her rhythm and doesn’t look back. She starts to bob her head back and forth on your cock, and doesn’t that make you whimper like a bitch?

“Nghhh~ s–so good,” you mewl.

Gahyun only replies with a giggle on your cock. Her grip is still firm. Her free hand fondles your balls gently, trying to coax cum out of you.

She catches her rhythm, moving her head in a hypnotic motion. She really wants you to cum under her influence like this. You hear her gag. You hear her choke. You hear her sputter.

The tension in your loins starts to rise again. You’re on the verge of cumming with the help of the earlier handjob, and she doesn’t seem to stop at all. That’s it. You’re unloading your cum inside of Lee Gahyun’s mouth, making her taste your white essence.

“G–Gonna cum,” you utter.

Gahyun responds by going as rapidly as she can on your throbbing cock. The sensation is electric. It shoots through you like a bullet. The knot tightens, and you can do nothing to stop it.

With the final stroke, you unload your pent-up lust into Lee Gahyun’s throat, making her taste your essence. Your body jerks forward in pure pleasure. You let out a low, guttural groan at your precipice, unable to make sense of the situation. She lets out a satisfied hum as she feels your white, hot cum hit the back of her throat. You’re probably salty, like the other women have said.

You slowly come down from your peak, finally catching your rhythm again. Your cock’s spurts turn into soft drizzles off the slit. Gahyun pulls off of your cock with a loud pop. What an obscene sight. Her face is a fucking mess—mascara, lipstick, it’s all wrong. You’re still too dazed to say a thing, though.

“You taste good,” she says, opening her mouth, sticking her tongue out lewdly to show the emptiness of her wet cavern. She drank it all.

“I–I wanna do this again,” you involuntarily utter from the depths of your heart. “I want you to suck my cock again.”

Maybe it’s the sheer absurdity of your words. Maybe it’s the wake of your climax. She bursts out a laugh, a genuine one. You watch her laugh awkwardly.

“Ask me–ha–properly,” she says. “Will you, Lee Gahyun–”

“Will you, Lee Gahyun–”

“Suck–”

“Suck my cock again?”

She lets out a chuckle, before answering, “Definitely, maybe.”

—

[shawtuzi]

thinking about choso and the succubus that just won’t leave him alone :((

“p-please i can’t take any—hah! a-anymore,” choso sobbed, his fingernails digging roughly into the fat of your hips. you’ve been riding him for the past hour and a half and he was sure by this point he was shooting blanks. you’ve pulled four orgasms out of him and frighteningly enough you were showing no signs of stopping.

“i’m not done yet though cho,” you giggled, leaning down to press your lips against his. choso whimpered when your tongue, that was slightly longer than the average humans, slipped into his mouth. you could tell help but smile into the kiss when you felt him get harder inside of you.

choso’s eyes rolled into the back of his head when your tongue swirled around his, his mouth opening wider to give you more access. ‘what a slut’ he heard your voice echo in his head, arousal building up in his tummy. you abruptly pulled away from the kiss, a line of spit connecting your mouths.

“o-oh!” choso’s abs clenched when you lifted off of his cock, a loud squelching sound following. “pretty…y-you’re so pretty,” his voice was shaky as he praised you, tears of awe and overstimulation brimming his eyes. you didn’t say anything, instead you kissed your way down his chest, stopping when you reached his pelvic area.

choso heard your voice in his head once more, nodding at your question. ‘you want it?’ you had asked, the seduction in your voice as tempting as ever. choso’s back arched off the bed when he felt your tongue slither around the base of his dick. now this was new for him.

your tongue was able to wrap around almost every inch of him, massaging his most sensitive parts. you the felt the veins on the underside throb rapidly against your tongue, he was already so so close.

“s-stop—wait, w-wait no keep going, no n-no wait stoppp,” choso sobbed, tears now steaming down his reddened cheeks. he gasped finally at the loss of contact, his chest heaving rapidly. “w-why’d you stop?” he whimpered, his bottom lip pushing into a pout as if he wasn’t just begging and crying you to stop :((

choso jumped slightly when your wings expanded, shielding both of you from the light of his bedside lamp. “from this point forward i wan’ you to keep those pretty lips shut, got it?” he heard your honey smooth voice say firmly. choso nodded quickly, “yes, y-yes i’m sorry. no more talking i promise.” such an obedient lil thing.

choso’s mouth dropped open, a loud, pornographic moan belting from his chest. you focused your attention on his weeping tip, moaning at the sweet yet salty taste that was him. you toyed with his balls in your hand, giving them a hearty squeeze—

“o-oh f-fuckkk!”

you pulled off his tip with an obscene slurping sound, “cmon cho gimme all your cum. be a good boy and give it to me.” choso mewled, his thighs now trembling rather violently.

“i-i can’t it’s too much i don’t think i—”

“nonsense. i know you got one more in you for me pretty boy,” you cooed, sloppily kissing the inside of his thigh before sinking you teeth into the soft, sweaty flesh. choso let out a loud cry, the whites of his eyes showing before he came. hard.

“f-fuck!”

choso jolted away, a thin sheen of sweat covering his chest and face. his palms were sweaty and his heart was beating a million miles a second—the fuck happened to him?

he turned on his bedside lamp and looked around the entire room, although he wasn’t entirely sure what he had been looking for. his lips turned into a frown when he noticed his boxers had felt sticky. “again?” he sighed in defeat once his eyes landed on his messy boxers and very hard dick.

he lightly touched his cock over his boxers, immediately whimpering at how sensitive he was. “i’ll be quick, r-real quick,” he let out a sigh of relief when his hand began to palm at his boxers, he internally cringed when he felt how wet and sticky they were. his nostrils flared once he finally reached his hand in his boxers, gripping his throbbing cock with need.

his eyes trailed from his dick to his thigh, his brows furrowing when he noticed a bite mark???

while still stroking his cock he lightly touched the bite mark, his breath hitching when it actually felt good? why did it feel so good?

“hah! o-oh wow,” choso breathlessly chuckled, his hips bucking up when he pressed down on the mark once more. oh how he desperately wished he had something to fuck right now. his eyes fluttered shut, his mind trying remember the very lewd dream that had him so worked up.

as choso fucked his fist desperately you hid in the darkest corner of his room, watching him with lustful eyes. choso was always such a needy lil thing, if he had even a semi hard on he couldn’t contain the urge to relieve himself—that’s why you liked him so much and ventured into his dreams every night.

your lips lifted into a smirk when you heard him cum with a needy whine, white ropes on cum shooting onto his toned chest. he didn’t stop there though no no, he kept going, milking his dick until he was writhing in overstimulation. what a slutty man he was.

“m’still hard,” choso mumbled, poking the tip of his leaking cock. his lip caught between his teeth, his nose scrunching when he wrapped his hand around the base, squeezing softly. “one more s-should—mmph! do it,” he sighed, now slowly stroking his dick, a wet shlicking noise echoing throughout the room.

oh you were in for a real treat tonight.

[laurentpark]

don’t tell my boyfriend! — [16] glow

synopsis. where jimin stalks her boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend after a certain incident happened and couldn’t help but grow hatred over her. coincidentally, her and jimin happen to be global ambassadors of the same famous luxury brand and have to work together for a commercial. at first, jimin despised the girl with all her flesh and bones but soon understands why her boyfriend fell for the young actress in the first place… because she was starting to fall for the young actress as well.

warning: slightly suggestive.

the cameras have finally stopped rolling for the last time, and the energy on set is electric with relief. the crew is scattered across the studio, laughing, packing up equipment, and exchanging congratulations on a job well done. the commercial that had taken weeks to shoot is officially complete.

but feels none of the relief that seems to flood the room. instead, there’s an odd tightness in her chest, a strange mix of restlessness and dread that she can’t quite shake.

because this is it. the last day. the last time she’ll share the same space with y/n like this.

the thought twists in her gut.

she slips away from the crowd, heels clicking softly against the polished concrete floor as she steps into one of the quieter corners of the studio. the lounge area is empty now, the warm, ambient lighting casting long shadows on the plush couches and glass coffee table.

jimin sinks onto one of the couches, kicking off her heels and rubbing her aching feet. the silence here feels almost deafening compared to the noise outside, but it’s exactly what she needs.

or so she thinks.

“hiding out?”

her head snaps up, and there she is—y/n, standing in the doorway, framed by the glow of the studio lights behind her. she’s still in her givenchy outfit, the crisp fabric hugging her frame in all the right ways. her hair is slightly tousled, her makeup worn just enough to soften the sharp edges of her beauty.

jimin swallows hard and forces herself to look away, pretending to fuss with the strap of her heel. “not hiding. just… taking a break.”

y/n steps inside, the sound of her footsteps light against the carpeted floor. “thought i’d find you here. you’ve been avoiding the crowd all day.”

“just not in the mood for the whole ‘congratulations, we made it’ thing,” jimin replies, her voice light but clipped.

y/n hums, setting a takeaway cup of iced americano on the table in front of jimin. “here. figured you could use it.”

jimin raises an eyebrow, picking up the cup. “are you trying to butter me up for something?”

y/n smirks, settling onto the couch across from her. “what would i even have to butter you up for? you killed it today.”

jimin takes a sip, letting the bitterness of the coffee ground her. “guess i’ll find out soon enough.”

silence stretches between them for a moment, broken only by the distant hum of voices and equipment being packed up. jimin keeps her gaze fixed on her drink, but she can feel y/n’s eyes on her, watching her with that quiet intensity that always sets her on edge.

finally, y/n speaks, her tone softer now. “so… this is it, huh?”

jimin glances up, frowning. “what do you mean?”

“last day,” y/n says simply, leaning back against the couch. “no more shoots, no more meetings. we won’t be working together anymore after today.”

jimin’s stomach sinks. she knew this already, of course. but hearing y/n say it out loud makes it feel too real.

“you’re really just going to leave like that?” jimin says, her voice sharper than she intended.

y/n tilts her head, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “what do you mean, like that? we’ve wrapped the project. there’s no reason for me to stick around.”

jimin sits up straighter, her brow furrowing. “no reason?”

y/n raises an eyebrow. “what’s this about, jimin?”

jimin opens her mouth, ready to deflect with some quip or excuse, but the words catch in her throat. instead, she finds herself blurting out something else entirely.

“i know about you and jaewook.”

y/n freezes. her expression doesn’t betray much, but jimin catches the brief flicker of surprise in her eyes.

“oh,” y/n says quietly.

“yeah,” jimin replies, crossing her arms. “oh.”

y/n exhales, leaning forward slightly. “so you know. okay. and?”

jimin narrows her eyes. “and? you didn’t think it was worth mentioning that you used to date my boyfriend?”

“no,” y/n says simply, her tone calm but firm. “because it didn’t feel relevant. i’m not the one still involved with him. you are.”

the bluntness of her words stings, but jimin doesn’t back down. “so you thought it was fine to just… hang out with me? knowing how complicated this is?”

y/n shrugs, holding jimin’s gaze. “you’re the one who agreed to lunch, jimin. and if i’m being honest… i just wanted to get to know you.”

jimin blinks, caught off guard. “why?”

a faint smile plays on y/n’s lips. “because you’re interesting. and maybe because… you’re kind of hard to ignore.”

jimin feels her heart stutter, heat rising in her chest. she hates how easily y/n can disarm her like this, how her calm confidence always seems to tilt the balance of power between them.

“you’re unbelievable,” jimin mutters, though her voice lacks conviction.

y/n leans back, crossing her legs. “you say that like it’s a bad thing.”

jimin lets out a shaky laugh, shaking her head. “you’re impossible, you know that?”

“and yet, here you are,” y/n replies, her tone light but pointed.

the tension between them is almost suffocating now, the air heavy with everything unsaid. jimin glances at the door, making sure it’s still closed before standing up and taking a steps closer to y/n.

“you’re really just going to leave without saying you’ll miss me?” jimin asks, her voice low and teasing.

y/n stares at her, startled. “what?”

jimin doesn’t give her a chance to respond. she leans in, her lips brushing against y/n’s in a kiss that’s soft but deliberate, lingering just long enough to leave no room for misinterpretation.

the kiss was soft but firm. jimin’s lips moved gently against y/n’s as though she was savoring the moment. the actress could feel the heat of jimin’s body pressed against her own, the way her fingers dug into the curve of her hip as if trying to hold her as close as possible.

suddenly, jimin’s hand was on her jaw. tilting her head up slightly to deepen the kiss. the feeling of her tongue slipping inside of her mouth was intoxicating, sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine and eliciting a soft gasp from her.

when jimin pulls back, her voice is barely above a whisper. “don’t tell jaewook.”

y/n’s eyes widen, her expression a mix of shock and something else jimin can’t quite name.

“don’t tell my boyfriend.” the idol repeats, her voice now becoming pleading. her hand was still on y/n’s hip, her thumb absentmindedly tracing small, circular motions on the skin exposed there. there was a certain wicked gleam in her eyes, a mischievous glimmer that sent shivers down y/n's spine.

y/n swallows hard, her breath shaky as she takes a small step back. “you’re playing a dangerous game, jimin.”

jimin tilts her head, her smirk unwavering. “maybe. but didn’t you say i killed it today?”

y/n exhales, shaking her head with a mix of disbelief and something else jimin doesn’t dare name. “you’re impossible.”

time seems to blur after that—quiet laughs, stolen touches, and a closeness jimin can’t bring herself to pull away from. by the time they step out of the room, the rest of the crew is still bustling around, oblivious to what just happened behind closed doors.

as they walk side by side toward the exit, one of the crew members glances up and tilts their head. “you’re both glowing more than usual today. did something happen?”

jimin and y/n exchange a glance, their expressions carefully neutral.

“must be the lighting,” jimin says smoothly, her lips twitching into a small, knowing smile.

y/n bites back a laugh, nudging jimin’s shoulder as they continue walking, their secret safely tucked away—for now.

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[gingerkunoichii]

How They'd React to You Teasing Them.

MASTERLIST Characters: Naruto Uzumaki, Shikamaru Nara, Sasuke Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, Warnings: NSFW and SFW descriptions, tables turned against you

♡ Naruto isn’t exactly subtle when he gets flustered, and teasing him is like pressing a big red button. If you compliment him in an over-the-top way—like calling him “strong and heroic” with mock seriousness—he’ll grin at first, thinking you’re being genuine. But the moment he realizes you’re teasing, his face turns bright red, and he stammers out something incoherent while scratching the back of his neck. “H-Hey! I mean, yeah, I am pretty strong… but you don’t have to make a big deal out of it!” ♡ His attempts to play it cool usually backfire hilariously. If you tease him about how cute he looks when he’s mad, he’ll immediately prove your point by getting even madder. “Mad?! I’m not mad, I’m—wait, stop smiling like that!” ♡ Naruto doesn’t like to lose, even in teasing battles, so if you keep pushing, he’ll fight back in the most chaotic ways. Expect tickle attacks, goofy faces, or him grabbing you and spinning you around until you’re laughing so hard you can’t tease him anymore. “Ha! Now you can’t talk, can you? I win!” ♡ Naruto is weak for your voice, especially when you drop it to a sultry, teasing tone. If you lean in close and whisper something suggestive, like how much you’ve been thinking about him or how good he looks shirtless, he’s immediately turned on. His throat tightens, and he gets a little dizzy from how fast his blood rushes south. “You can’t just say stuff like that and expect me to keep my hands to myself, y’know…” ♡ One second he can be stumbling over a compliment you've given him and the next a complete different person, especially if you try to tease him further. For example, your hand trailing along his thigh under the table or your fingertips brushing over the waistband of his pants when you pass by drives him fucking crazy. He’ll catch your wrist, his grip firm but not rough, and pull you close, eyes dark with need. “You know you’re not subtle, right? If you wanted my cock that bad, you could’ve just said so.”

♡ Naruto gets so turned on when you pretend like you’re not doing anything on purpose—like pressing your ass against him when you “accidentally” back into him or lightly dragging your nails over his abs while pretending to admire them. He chuckles, low and rough, before leaning down to murmur in your ear. "Why are you acting all innocent now? I know what you're trying to do. You want me to fuck you, right?"

♡ He loves when you accidentally make sounds, especially when you were acting all confident and trying to tease him. It makes him want to take you right then and there. He loves knowing that you get turned on just from messing with him. His grin gets wider when he leans in close. “That sound? Fuck, that’s hot. Bet you’ll be moaning a lot louder when I’m inside you.”

♡ At first, teasing Shikamaru doesn’t seem to do much. He’ll sigh dramatically, lazily leaning back while pretending not to care. His typical response? A half-smile and a nonchalant, “How troublesome…” But that tiny smirk on his lips? It gives him away every time. “You’re putting way too much effort into this. What a drag.”

♡ Shikamaru is a master at flipping your teasing back on you without lifting a finger. If you comment on how “cool” or “handsome” he is in an exaggerated tone, he’ll nod casually, throwing in a dry, “Yeah, I get that a lot,” just to annoy you.

♡ If you push him too far, he’ll give you a small, knowing smirk and drop a sarcastic comment that leaves you sputtering. His dry humour hits right where it hurts—in the funniest way possible. “You’re teasing me now, but you’re going to trip over your own joke in a second. Just wait.” ♡ Shikamaru loves when you’re direct. If you lean in close and whisper something dirty, like how much you’ve been thinking about his cock or how wet you are, he gives you a lazy grin that’s equal parts amused and turned on. “Troublesome woman. You’re bold today, huh? That’s dangerous, you know.”

♡ If you try to rile him up by brushing against him “accidentally” or kissing him in a way that doesn’t quite go far enough, Shikamaru plays along—at first. He’s patient, letting you think you’re in control, but he’s calculating every move. When he’s had enough, he’ll pull you onto his lap and tilt your chin up with his fingers, speaking in that low, slow voice that makes your stomach flip. “You think you’ve got me all worked up? Cute. Let’s see who’s teasing who now.” ♡ Shikamaru loves it when you're on top and grind yourself against his cock - it's a failed attempt at teasing really, especially when he’s too “lazy” to do more than groan softly and put his hands behind his head. He’ll let you take your time, enjoying every roll of your hips without rushing things. “Huh, guess you weren’t lying about being turned on. I bet you’re soaked already." ♡ When finally you go too far and the haze is too much even for him he doesn’t get rough; instead, he smirks and takes control in that maddeningly calm, deliberate way, dragging out every touch just to make you squirm. His calm demeanour only makes it more intense when his fingers finally dip between your folds, testing just how wet you are. “You’ve been asking for this all night. Now sit still for just a second..”

♡ Sasuke’s initial reaction to teasing is almost always a glare. He’ll scoff or mutter something under his breath, trying to act like he doesn’t care. But the way his jaw tightens or how his eyes flick away from yours for a second gives away that he’s just barely tolerating it—because it’s you. "Hn. Do you ever stop talking?"

♡ Sasuke isn’t one to engage in playful banter, but if you really push him, he’ll quietly turn the tables on you in a way that leaves you flustered. A quick, dry remark or a barely-there smirk is all it takes to remind you he’s not as unaffected as he pretends to be. “If you have time to mess with me, maybe you should find something useful to do.”

♡ He doesn't rise to the bait with words. Instead, he retaliates in small, calculated ways—like stepping closer so his presence feels heavy, brushing past you deliberately, or locking eyes just a little too long. His quiet dominance makes you second-guess whether you’re still the one in control. “Are you done yet?” ♡ Even though he acts cold, Sasuke can’t hide his soft spot for you entirely. If someone else joins in on teasing you, his demeanour shifts to something even colder, his sharp words quickly shutting them down. “Mind your own business. This doesn’t involve you.” ♡ Despite his composed demeanour, Sasuke’s soft spot for you slips out in subtle ways—like the faint smirk he gives when you’re being particularly cheeky or the way he leans slightly closer when you tease him. He won’t admit it, but he likes the attention from you only. “You’re lucky you’re not completely insufferable.” ♡ Sasuke admires your confidence but refuses to let you get the upper hand. When you run your fingers along his chest or brush your lips against his jawline, he doesn’t pull away or react immediately. Instead, he watches you with sharp, calculating eyes, letting you think you’re in control—for now. “That’s it? I thought you’d be braver than that.” ♡ If you get bold enough to murmur filthy words in his ear—telling him how wet you are or how much you’ve been thinking about his cock—Sasuke doesn’t blush or fluster. Instead, his jaw tightens, and his lips curl into a faint, humourless smirk as his dark eyes pierce into yours. “You talk too much. Why don’t you show me instead?” ♡ Sasuke really doesn't get flustered when you tease him, instead his cock twitches when you grind against him or sit on his lap - whilst his face is completely straight, he doesn’t lose his composure as easily as other men might. His hands settle on your hips, holding you firmly but without rushing. He lets you take the lead for a moment, but the intensity in his gaze warns that he won’t let you stay in control for long. “Tch. You’re always so demanding… enjoy my mercy whilst it lasts."”

♡ Kakashi is hard to fluster, so your teasing rarely gets an obvious reaction. Instead, he raises a brow or gives you that infamous eye crinkle, his amusement barely hidden behind his mask. He lets you think you’re in control, but his relaxed demeanour makes it clear he’s enjoying the game. “Oh? That’s cute. You’ve been practising your teasing all for me, haven’t you?” ♡ If you tease him about his mask or his obsession with Icha Icha. Kakashi doesn’t just let it slide. He’s quick with a sly comeback, usually something flirty enough to leave you second-guessing whether he’s joking or serious. "Careful, teasing me about Icha Icha. I might have to give you a demonstration. Unless that's what you've been aiming for this entire time?" ♡ Kakashi’s first reaction to any teasing about his age is the classic, unimpressed eye crinkle. He doesn’t get mad, but his expression screams, Really? That’s what you’re going with? “If I’m old, then you must like older men. Should I be flattered?”

♡ One of Kakashi's biggest turn-ons is the allure of mystery, so when you tug at his mask or pretend you’re going to pull it down to try and tease him, his cock awakens instantly. He doesn’t stop you but lets you toy with him, enjoying the game just as much as the payoff. “Not so fast. If you want more, you’ll have to earn it.”

♡ Kakashi thrives on verbal teasing as much as physical. If you call him a pervert or mention his obsession with Icha Icha, it only spurs him on. He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear, and murmurs something that makes your knees weak. “Pervert, huh? Let me show you just how imaginative all that reading has made me.”

♡ The table always ends up reversed against you. Kakashi is an absolute master of teasing. He's not shy about dragging things out either, especially when you tried to play a grandmaster at his own game. He loves running his cock along your folds without pushing inside or stopping just when you're about to cum. The more you whimper the more it makes him tease you to teach you a lesson. “Patience, sweetheart. Good things come to those who wait… or beg.”

[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.”

[ultravi0lence14]

WHEN ANGEL FALLS

dean winchester x angel!reader

2.4k | angst, spn level violence, set in szn nine

summary: beneath a wilted willow tree, you find yourself a now fallen angel, not knowing what to do with yourself and how to navigate this cruel, new world.

wind.

that was all you could feel, all your senses allowed you to take in as you were expelled from heaven. it chilled your bones, freezing the plains of your face until the tears leaking from your eyes stuck to your cheeks.

as you hit the ground, it was like an explosion. your bones rattled, brutal lashes appearing on your body as you landed directly on the roots of a massive willow tree. of course this is where you would land; not on a nice field of grass or daisies, but a painful and sorrowful ending to your many years of being a heavenly warrior.

a hollow whimper left your lips as you attempted to hold yourself up, looking down to see grass stains dampening your white dress like bullet wounds. your palms were scraped raw, the expanses of your legs and knees cut and bloody. when you lifted your hand to your head — already feeling a dull ache behind your eyes, you felt a warm, sticky liquid beneath your fingertips.

pulling your hand away, you gasped as you noticed the crimson soaking your fingers. the sinister water drenching your forehead as you felt around for the cut by your hairline.

there was nothing you could do. no angel to go to, for all of them were either dead or scattered across the vast area of earth. you felt so alone. a deep, endless pit dredging into your stomach as you slowly moved yourself to rest against the tree’s bark.

your head lightly went against the scratchy and rough material from the roots made by God. your knees tucked into your chest, long white dress scrunching around your body as you looked down at your bare and muddy feet. long, wavy hair fell around you in a curtain, and you suddenly realized that you weren’t just a thing of light anymore; you were human. you had a vessel.

this made you cry, a loud sob ripping through your dry and brittle lungs as the reality of the situation dawned on you. there was no more home for you to go back to. heaven was locked away, pushing you out like a negative magnet on another negative energy.

time withered away as you curled into yourself, the willow tree being the only presence to give you comfort. the cries leaving your lips were ground breaking, an emotion you never experienced before that wracked over you like a tidal wave. it wasn’t until you felt a hand on your shoulder that your tears slowly subsided, your head moving upwards and noticing the solemn being above you in a trench coat.

“castiel,” you breathe out, hands grasping at his wrists as your brother kneels down before you. he hears the hiss that leaves your lips as the cuts on your hands come in harsh contact with his skin. he slowly traces the raised skin, which is followed by him slightly brushing hair away from the cut on your forehead.

it isn’t until he’s slowly lifting your dress to look at the cuts on your knees that he speaks. “you don’t know how happy i am that you’re okay.” his words come out in a breath, a wave of relief flowing off of him like high tide. “so many of our brothers and sisters died. and it’s my fault. i’m so sorry sweet pea, i didn’t know that was metatron’s plan. i would’ve never agreed to help him if i knew.”

a delicate smile brushes across your tear and mud stained face, hands moving upwards to grasp onto cas’ face. “i know,” you comfort, palms flattening down his wild hair. “you’re too kind for our species cas; and i know you too well. you’re kind yet so willing to help those who mean harm. it isn’t your fault that people misuse your kindness.”

“none of the other angel’s will view me as you do.” your brother speaks with such sadness in his voice, and you can’t help but frown at his lack of trust in himself. “they are so in their ways. i can bet you that the remaining ones are hunting me right now.”

shaking your head, you grasp castiel’s face between your palms, making sure he is looking you in your eyes. “i won’t let them,” your words come out as a promise, a will and pledge to keep cas safe. “if any of them come for you, they will have to come through me.”

the angel just laughed, arms going around your biceps so he could lift you to your feet. “thank you sweet pea,” his voice was strained as he held onto your deadweight from the pain. “but now, all i’m worried about is getting you to safety and bandaged properly.” his words made the ache in your brain worsen, head lulling as castiel brought you to his chest.

“stay awake for me, please.” his words kept you more conscious, allowing you to finally get a good look at your surroundings. you were in a field, though not in that deep for a run down church was only a couple feet away from where you had landed.

by the entrance, you could see two men by a black car. one of them was on the ground, leaned against the car and looking as bad as you did. the poor guy looked like he’d been to hell and back, but nothing was as jarring as the look on the second man’s face.

there were hints of worry, a strong emotion that was rolling off of him. he kept looking to the man on the ground, and as you got closer, you could see the light shake in his body as he anticipated castiel’s approach.

your feet dragged across the grass and gravel as cas lugged you towards the car, whispering encouraging statements in your ear to keep you awake. as hazy as you were, when castiel stopped in front of the standing man, it finally clicked in your head on who these two people were.

sam and dean winchester.

these two were pretty famous in heaven. the two men who’ve cheated death more times than you can count. they were more likely known for being the reason castiel rebelled, but in heaven, you didn’t really voice your opinion on that matter.

you believed that cas had every right to do what he believed was correct. he’d raised and mentored you for as long as you’ve been alive, and you knew he had a good moral compass. so if sam and dean didn’t have positive morals, castiel wouldn’t have rebelled.

honestly, there were days when you wished you could’ve joined him. gone down to earth and never come back. but after cas had left, heaven had become more strict on letting angel’s down, especially monitoring when they left and came back. they didn’t want what happened to your brother to happen again, and they made it exceptionally hard to leave because of it.

when castiel stopped, it was right in front of the eldest hunter. his eyes were barren of anything but worry and curiosity. his eyes a dance as the flickered between sam, castiel, and then lastly to you. they lingered, eyes fleeting over your tattered body.

dean wasn’t going to lie to himself, you were fucking gorgeous. a true angel if he ever saw one. the smoothness of your skin drew him in, making him want to cover the ghastly tears in your legs and knees so he could see truly see how angelic you looked.

your eyes were bloodshot, tears dribbling down your cheeks and chin as your lips wobbled in pain. your thick eyebrows were furrowed, big round eyes hooded as you tried not to pass out. the flowing dress on your body made you look like a spirit; an apparition that didn’t really seem real. it fell off your frame and decorated your body in it’s white cloth material.

dean was in awe, but he was also confused as to why cas was handing you over to him.

“what’s this, cas?” dean spoke, like the angel was handing him off goods or a trade. castiel just stared at him pleadingly, while your head had lifted slightly, eyes catching dean’s with some form of connection passing through you two.“i need you to take her with you, keep her safe and make sure her wounds are tended to properly.” castiel’s voice broke through the haze of your eye contact with dean. and when he spoke, you saw darkness crawl into his evergreen irises.

dean’s fists balled at his sides, and his face twisted up in irritation. “are you fucking kidding me cas?” dean heard you lightly gasp at his crude language, which only made him scoff. “i don’t have time for this. sammy is on his damn deathbed, does that mean nothing to you?”

you watched as your brother looked over to sam, the usually soft and enigmatic man now resolved to a crumpled mess. even though cas didn’t have his angelic grace, you could still see him assessing the youngest winchester, attempting to get a look at his state.

with a shake of his head, castiel turned back to dean, hands gripping onto you tighter as you fell slightly. “he’s going to be fine dean, he just needs some time in bed, specific medicine, lots of fluids. i just need you to take care of her.” the anger was growing in dean’s eyes, and you could tell that he wasn’t fond of his friend telling him what to do.

“why the fuck should i?” he roared, hands lifting up in exasperation. you flinched into cas’ hold, hands clutching at his coat as your grips to stay awake faded. “sam looks like he’s been ran over ten thousand times, i don’t know her for christ’s sake, and i don’t even know where you stand in all of this.”

“i’m leaving, dean.”

the solemn voice of your mentor, your only true family member in heaven speaking the words of abandonment had your mind short circuiting. you lifted your head to look at castiel, chin resting on his chest as your lips parted in shock. why was he leaving? actually, why was he leaving you with complete strangers?

you could see the confusion on dean’s face too. but it was quickly masked by the fast licking embers of molten rage. “please tell me you aren’t being serious. cas, i swear to god, if you dump a random angel on me — on top of sam being hurt, and then fucking leave, i will smack you so hard your goddamn wings fly off.”

dean’s threat had you clutching onto castiel tighter, afraid for what the angry man would do to him. but cas just stood still, a calm and gentle look on his face. “i don’t know what i’m supposed to do, dean. i’m the reason she’s in this situation, alongside all of my other siblings. if i take her with me, i will just hurt and confuse her more. please dean, take care of her for me, you’re the only person alongside sam that i trust her with.”

his words made you smile light up your hazy face, your vision blurring as you watched dean’s expression soften ever so slightly. his fists were still clenched tightly, but you could see that castiel’s words had swayed him. that his friends pleading had made him realize that cas was just as confused as you were.

he had also fallen, also lost his grace. he didn’t know how to be human, meaning he had to figure it out himself as well. dean realized that cas was right. if you joined him, it would just make for a complete mess. you two would end up getting each other killed, and dean didn’t even want to imagine that happening.

with a light sigh, dean turned and opened the car’s back door, motioning for cas to put you in the backseat. the world swayed as your brother moved you to the open door, lightly leaning you down so you could fit in the seat. softly, he laid you down on the leather material, pushing your hair out of your face as you rested against the adjacent door.

“you’ll be okay sweet pea, i swear it.” his words came out as a gentle caress, and you could see the smile lighting up his face. “i’ll be back, i swear. nothing will happen to you when you’re with sam and dean, they’ll take care of you.”

as cas spoke, your eyes followed dean as he hauled his brother away from the car, moving him into the front seat. he was anxious, you could tell. his eyes were screaming with worry, but as he looked towards you, making your eyes meet, they flickered to nothing but a dark void.

it was almost as though dean was blocking you out from seeing any emotion that he could display. it was disheartening, but right now all you cared about was not dying.

your hands reached up to grasp cas’ face, just like you had done back at the willow tree. and with a light tug, you brought his head down to your lips, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. “please be safe cas, i don’t know what i’d do if you got hurt.”

castiel just smiled, patting his hand slowly down your hair. “i’ll be fine, don’t worry about me. just stay with the winchester’s, and you will be okay.”

as he finished speaking, castiel moved outside of the car, slowly shutting the door before he walked around to the drivers side window.

he and dean talked for a while, chatting about things you didn’t quite understand. the injuries you sustained from the fall were starting to really take a toll on you, and the pain was starting to become unbearable.

when dean started up the car, backing away from the abandoned church and driving towards his and sam’s bunker in kansas, you could feel the clutches of sleep clinging to your eyelids, beckoning you to succumb to sleep.

though before unconsciousness took over your body, you saw dean look at you in the rearview mirror, eyes hard as he gritted out. “don’t die in your sleep, angel. i really don’t have the energy to bury you out front.”

his words were harsh, yet the clutches of sleep took you over before you could even react. ‘warming up to him was going to be a challenge.’ was the last thing your mind allowed you to think before you fell into a deep slumber.

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*i decided for the sake of this series, that the whole gadreelsam and kevin plot line was just not going to happen. i want it to mainly be on the angels falling and the relationship between the two characters living together in the bunker.

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Interested // VID : 002 » Viewing Pleasure (( Camgirl! Series ))

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btw i can’t fucking think of titles for the life of me.

synopsis : things between you and jj get a little tense. meanwhile another person seems to grow infatuated with you and you’re getting a little excited for your next stream?

agh i’m so bad at titles and summaries ;-;

Vid : 001 // Vid : 003

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“Add to cart~!”

You squeal in excitement, unable to contain your joy as you make your first purchase online after your payment came in from your first stream.

"Haha, I can't believe it. I can even afford to get same-day delivery."

JJ stands at a distance, watching you with his arms crossed and his lips in a thin line. His eyes are unable to leave your form, constantly trailing up and down your body, always finding itself on the round of your ass. He bites his lip, attempting to be discreet as he taps his fist on the surface of the countertop a few times before clearing his throat. "So, I assume it went well."

“You kidding?” You whirl your head towards him with shining eyes. “It went way better than i thought. I’m so relieved.”

JJ gives a bitter smile, his brow twitching slightly. “So you made some decent money then. That means you’re not going to stream anymore?” He says, making his way over, pulling at his shirt to tuck it over his pants in hopes it covers the visible erection.

“Hmm.. no, I might continue.” You say, watching as he takes a seat beside you, and his brows furrow. “What? I thought you made enough money for rent.”

“well, yeah, but I like being able to make so much money.. and I had a lot more viewers for my first stream than expected.” You reason, setting your phone down after making the purchase. “I mean, I don’t have to stress about finding another job that pays me so little, and with streaming, I can work any time, any day.”

JJ sits up straight as he narrows his eyes at your reasoning. Being able to make money fast was nice but it shouldn’t be at the expense of your body online. “[Name], what about all the creeps online? Who knows what kind of weird old perverts were saving videos and pictures of you?”

Your frown becomes evident on your face, but part of you knew he was right. Streaming wasn’t the safest activity and you didn’t want to sound greedy, but having that much money was more important to you right now. You’d only keep going to make enough to save for bills and stuff, while also saving enough for your own miscellaneous purchases. But..

“I know you’re right but i’ll be okay, J. Besides..” a flush overcomes your cheeks as you shyly look away, feeling embarrassed to admit this to your best friend.

“I kinda liked the attention.. It’s nice hearing and reading everyone complimenting me and liking what they saw. I might do more, but I won’t go crazy with it. I’ll only do it until I make enough in savings.”

JJ hitches a breath, his eyes widening when he hears your confession. It wasn’t anything serious but the way his cock twitches and his heart pounds makes him look away. “You..like showing off your body?”

“Y-Yeah..” You nod in confirmation, pink tints on your cheeks as you look away.

The blonde swallows a bit, holding his breath to gain some control as he turns away. “Shit.”

“JJ?”

“I gotta go. Talk to you later.” He abruptly stands and walks off, heading out of your house and to the door, shutting it behind him as he mounts his truck and drives away.

Your taken back and wonder if your confession drove him away, sighing softly and feeling a bit of guilt filling you up as you turn back to your phone and try to distract yourself.

“Who would’ve thought?..”

Rafe found himself repeatedly looking through your photos on your social media, in disbelief that you were on Kildare Island with him. And it pissed him off knowing how close you were with Maybank, seeing the many pictures of the two of you together.

If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve assumed you two were together.

But how has he never seen you before..? He’s practically grown up with JJ yet he can’t seem to recall ever seeing someone like you around.

Surely he’d remember someone so fucking attractive.. his thumb can’t seem to swipe away from your bikini photos.

Before he could admire any more, Topper sends him a text.

‘Bro, were you watching the link I sent you? Holy shit, she’s so hot. What I wouldn’t give to get a chance to fuck her.’

Rafe scoffs at the text as he rolls his eyes. Of course he noticed Topper's user donating money to your stream as well. Topper was really irritating sometimes. It seems all he could care about was sex and money. You definitely seemed like the type of person who was very sweet, innocent and pure.. someone who he could easily destroy and corrupt from how petite you were, as he hovers over you and slowly travels his hands down to your cunt, the same pussy you were rubbing just yesterday and—

“What the fuck?”

Rafe lets out a shaky breath, catching himself and his thoughts, unaware of his hardened cock in his tight jeans, the desperation to be freed evident from how painful it was becoming.

He brings his hand down and palms himself for a moment, doing anything to relieve himself before he grunts and pulls his hand away. There was no way he was going to be jerking off to someone he didn’t even know existed until now.

“Shit, I need some fucking air.” And despite the restricting pain of his jeans against his cock, he swipes his keys off his desk and heads out, taking his bike on a ride.

"Ugh, so damn stubborn." JJ plops down on his couch, dragging a hand over his face as he inhales heavily. He pulls out his phone and finds himself scrolling through social media. The blonde was sitting at home, frustrated at your insistence to keep streaming. Surely you made enough to cover rent for the next month or so, so why did you want to keep streaming for everyone to see?

It fills him to the brim with jealousy. No one should be looking at you in that way. Much less, a particular kook.

Shit, he was so distracted by you that he forgot what happened during your stream. "Fucking Cameron.. the nerve of that bastard." He scowls, conflicted about what to be more annoyed at. You continuing to stream or Rafe Cameron being one of your viewers.

“Delivery!”

Pounding on the door snaps JJ from his thoughts as he looks up from his phone, thumb instinctively shutting off the device to hide the fact that he was sifting through the photos of you two together. “Comin’!”

With a sigh, the blonde runs a hand through his hair as he makes his way out of his room towards the door. He opens the front door to see a familiar man behind the screen and he feigns a smile. “Rich, always a pleasure.”

Growing up on Kildare meant a lot of the residents knew each other, including the delivery man, who had a mutual disliking towards JJ, grimacing at the sight.

But JJ merely just shares a playful grin. “It wouldn’t kill you to smile, y’know. Afraid you’ll get wrinkles?” He jokes and the man rolls his eyes. “Shut it, Maybank. You’re lucky I don’t throw your damn package in the ocean.”

JJ gasps at that, widening his eyes childishly. “Well, that’s not very environmentally friendly!” He laughs as he takes the box from his hands. “But anyway, what the hell is this? I didn’t order anything.”

“Well, it’s not my problem now.” Rich hands over the device and pen for JJ’s signature. JJ fiddles with the box, inspecting it curiously before taking the device to sign. “What is it?”

Grunting in annoyance, the delivery man swipes the device from Jj’s hands. “The fuck should I know? Piss off, Maybank.”

Scoffing at the rudeness, JJ turns around and kicks the door shut with his foot before walking over to the counter in the kitchen. He finally sees the address line on the box and recognizes his house address but the name piques his interest.

“[Name]?” He murmurs, confusion lacing his eyes as he pulls out his phone. “Must’ve forgot to change it from last time..” He taps along the screen before reaching your contact.

« [Nickname] / Princess 😘😍 »

Out of curiosity, as he’s typing away a message, he goes over to a drawer and pulls out a pocket knife before heading back over to the package. It must've been the package you had ordered earlier.

‘Hey, a package came to my house with your name on it. Think it got sent here by mistake. Want me to drop it off?’

Once sent, JJ sets aside his phone and cuts through the top of the box with ease, expecting it to be some clothes or such you bought for yourself.

But the item inside was completely unexpected.

JJ’s mouth becomes dry as he attempts to wet it by swallowing whatever he could as he looks inside.

Inside the box was a remote controlled, vibrating toy.

“D-Did she buy this for her next stream..?” JJ breathily exhales, his jaw clenching at the way his hardening cock twitches at the imagination of you rubbing the vibrating wand over your clit, and the possible lewd noises you’d illicit.

“Fuck..” Maybe another stream couldn’t hurt. He was conflicted. He couldn’t let you do this on camera, but he’d be damned if the thought didn’t excite him. His mind reverts back to your words.

‘“I kinda liked the attention..”

“Y-You liked showing off your body?”

“Yeah..”’

JJ clears his throat as he closes back up the box, finding a roll of tape in his drawer and securing it back up before setting it somewhere else for you.

As he sets it down, his phone buzzes from a text from you.

‘DON’T OPEN IT JJ! I’ll come by and pick it up soon’

JJ grunts at the message and exhales sharply, turning off his phone. “Too late..” He mutters under his breath.

“Thanks, J. I’ll try and stop by later tonight. Need anything while I’m out?” You take the box from his hands, JJ seemingly uncharacteristically avoiding your direct gaze. Regardless, he shakes his head as he clears his throat, leaning against the doorframe as he crosses his arms. “Hey- So, you’re streaming today?”

You carry the box towards your car, visibly relieved to see it untouched and smile lightly before turning to JJ. “Yeah, why? You gonna try and talk me out of it again?”

“No-! No-“ He clears his throat again when he realizes his outburst and awkwardly scratches the back of his head. “Uh, just- good luck, y’know. I’m sure it’ll be great. And hey- we can reschedule tonight if you’re not feeling up to it.”

You set the box on the bottom of your car in the back and furrow your brows at his words. “Thanks. But we’ll see. I should be able to come over on time if I’m not busy, but i’ll let you know.”

“Of course.” The blonde manages a smile, sending you finger guns before he waves you off. “Drive safe.”

Entering your car, you wave goodbye before pulling out and driving towards the Yacht Club, on the border of the Cut and Figure Eight.

“Dude, you should’ve watched til the end of the stream. It was amazing.”

Topper’s voice is heard when Rafe Cameron steps onto the large dock, walking past various other patrons on the benches and tables, and stepping up to the bar where Topper and Kelce stood.

Kelce shakes his head at Topper’s gushing. “Nah, man, streamers aren’t my thing. I mean, why would I spend so much on some girl i don’t even know and won’t even get to touch.” Kelce notices Rafe approaching and nods at him in acknowledgment. “Hey, you agree with me right?”

“Agree with what?” Rafe says as he stands beside them and Topper scoffs lightly. “You watched the link I sent you right? God, she’s so hot. You should’ve seen what she did before she ended her stream. I bet she’s streaming again today.”

Rafe barely manages to hide his eye roll, his hands clenching into fists. If he was holding a glass, he was almost sure he’d crack it. Something in him stirred the more Topper talked about you, and it made him angry. He had to maintain his self control before he punched the shit out of him.

But it made Rafe confused. Why was he so angry every time Topper opened his stupid fucking mouth? He had the exact same thoughts about you.

Was it because another man was talking about you? It wasn’t like you were his. He hardly even knew you. Is it jealousy?

Tch. Rafe Cameron, jealous? He hasn’t felt jealous since years ago, when his then still alive father was always favoring his sister over him. Rafe Cameron was not jealous.

He barely pays attention to Kelce and Topper, and instead catches a familiar voice nearby.

“Thanks, Sofia. It was actually more helpful than I thought, so thanks for telling me about it.”

“No problem, [Name]. I actually watched it last night, you were great.” Her playful wink makes you laugh a bit bashfully and embarrassingly as you wave it off. “I’m still a bit shy but I think what I bought today will help me a little more this time.”

Sofia slides something across the counter for you and you send a grateful smile as you pick it up. “Thanks. Good luck with the rest of your shift. I should be free this weekend if you’re down to hang out.”

“Actually, this weekend was when I was planning to stream.” She says apologetically and you only grin at her. “I’ll be watching you then. I could learn a thing or two.”

You both share giggles with one another before she’s called somewhere else and waves goodbye to you. You wave farewell and take the item off the counter before turning away.

But as soon as you do so, you meet eyes with someone, who’s staring intensely at you with parted lips, almost like they couldn’t believe you were standing before them.

Giving an awkward smile, you pull yourself away from the counter and turn to leave, heading back to your car.

“Time to go.”

a/n : so ima be honest, i didn’t fully watch every episode of obx, so idk how completely accurate the places are and the availability of pogues being able to just enter these establishments, so im changing it up to just being, whoever’s got the money can come in, even though im sure a lot of country clubs and such are invitations only.

anyhoo hoped you all enjoyed! i’m actually tryna figure out how to get more involvement with Rafe and how to get him introduced- like should he walk up to her or dm her orrr ya. any suggestions would be lovely!! <3

spoiler : i have a plan to invite one of them on stream or one to practice off camera ;)

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2 hands | c.l.

synopsis: in which you're falling apart

a/n: based on this request!

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The lights of Monte Carlo twinkled against the night sky, the city alive with its usual hum of luxury and life.

But here, in Charles’ apartment, the air felt heavier than it usually did.

You leaned against the kitchen counter, your arms crossed over your chest, watching Charles as he paced back and forth.

He was running his hands through his hair, his frustration very evident and palpable, stinging you and tugging at your heart more than you cared to admit.

“Just say it, Charles” you whispered, finally breaking the heavy silence that lingered in the room.

Charles stopped, turning around to face you with an expression that held equal hurt and exasperation at your words.

“Say what, huh? That I can’t do this with you anymore? That no matter how hard I seem to try, I feel like I’m giving you everything and it still doesn’t seem to be enough? Is that what you want me to say?” he said, how voice broken and strained.

This was hurting him just as much as it was hurting you, which is what you hated the most about it.

Your breath hitched at his words. The emotions were raw, unfiltered, and his words echoed something you’d been afraid of confronting by yourself.

“You think I don’t know that?” you began, your voice no louder than a whisper. “You think I don’t see how much you’re giving me? I do, Charles. God, I see everything, believe me. But sometimes it feels like you’re holding everything together with your two hands and I’m over here, barely holding myself together” you confessed, all of the frustrations from the past months finally boiling over.

Charles’ expression softened and his shoulders sagged, the anger and hurt giving way for something more vulnerable.

He stepped closer to you, his eyes searching yours desperately.

“Why won’t you let me in, Y/N? I’ve always been here, willing to help you every step of the way, to carry some of the weight for you. Why won’t you let me help you?” he asked, his voice soft, but with a tinge of desperation.

He couldn’t bear to see you hurting and knowing that he couldn’t do anything to help you. He hated feeling this helpless while you were clearly struggling.

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you furiously blinked them away, refusing to let them fall.

“Because I don’t know how, Charles. I don’t know how to let you be the one holding me up. I’m so used to doing everything on my own, the thought of leaning on you for help simply terrifies me” you explained, your voice tired.

Charles reached out to you, hesitating for a moment before gently taking your hands in his.

His thumbs traced soft, soothing circles over your skin, grounding you in a way that you hadn’t realized you had needed all this time.

“You don’t have to be perfect, Y/N. You don’t need to have it all figured out. I don’t care if you’re messy, if we’re going to be a mess for a while. I just want to be there for you, but I can’t do that if you keep shutting me out” he said quietly.

The sincerity in his voice cracked something open deep inside of your soul.

You let out a shaky breath, the tears finally spilling over as you slowly nodded your head, your lips pursed.

“I’m scared, Charles, but I don’t want to lose you because of this” you admitted, taking in a sharp breath.

He smiled sadly before his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a warm and reassuring embrace.

“You’re not going to lose me, Y/N. We’ll figure this out together, you don’t have to do this alone anymore. I’m here” he whispered in your ear.

You buried your face in his chest, the weight of your emotions finally finding a release as he held you.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, you let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, you didn’t have to carry everything on your own.

Because now you had Charles, and you didn’t need anything else other than him.

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Pairing: Emperor Geta x foreigner! reader

Warnings: use of drugs mentions. Reader is considered ‘exotic’. Reader is brown skinned

Summary: Geta has a special guest.

Note: Geta love me pls😔

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Emperor Geta. The young Emperor of Rome, he had a fine taste for wine and women. Often giving lavish parties, although it was more on insistence of the other Emperor, Caracalla. The party was quite…erotic to say the least. There were drugs, per request of emperor Caracalla many of the elites were present including Macrinus and general Acacius. This time without his wife Lucilla, she would rather bot attend such parties which was understandable. Acacius normally wouldn’t either, but the emperors insisted. One cannot just refuse them emperors of Rome can they not? Ofcourse, there were also concubines. Both men and women surrounding the emperors. It was no surprise that they had their own fair share of activities. However, this time Geta hadn’t touched the concubines at all and reserved himself to talk to the people present. Nothing too fancy, just some jokes and matters. Geta held a goblet filled with white wine in his hand. Caracalla found it rather odd that his brother wasn’t there with him indulging himself with the many amusing things present at the party.

Acacius and Macrinus also noticed Geta’s odd behavior but thought it wasn’t bad. Perhaps he has matured and is finally going to rule like an emperor instead of a spoiled child with power. Geta wrapped up his conversation with the person he was speaking to, only to be met with Caracalla. His eyes were red and he was stumbling. Stoned. Geta sighed and placed his goblet on the table, helping his brother stay as normal as possible and guiding him to the throne. Geta sat down with him on the throne. He wanted to speak more with the others, but he can’t leave his brother alone in this state. The concubines touched his arms and chest. He wasn’t keen on them anymore. But he didn’t refuse either, a hand playing with the necklace around his neck, another one tracing his chest through his chiton. He seemed to ignore them for now as he didn’t respond to their touches. This caused Caracalla to lean towards Geta’s ear, in reponse Geta leaned towards his brother. The two of them whispering while the party was still in full swing

‘Brother. You’re neglected the concubines.’

‘I am doing no such thing. I am simply not in the mood for that today.’

‘Are you now? You seemed so exited for the party. Here take some.’

Geta held up his hand, refusing to take a snort of the drugs from the rhino horn. He isn’t a fan of doing drugs himself in front of people, especially not now. Caracalla shrugged and leaned back in his seat, geta shot him a glance. Still loosing up with red eyes. His brother never learns does he? He’s not neglecting the concubines….this party is supposed to be about someone and he can’t mess up. He has to be on his best behavior…after all you might show up any moment. He couldn’t help but feel his heart beat pick up a pace. He’s exited, very exited to let the people see you. A smile krept upon his face when he heard someone, presumably one of the praetorians, whisper that there was a woman entering the palace. Geta retained himself from showing that he was excited for your arrival and sat up straight in his throne. His eyes darting over the many faces, some familiar, some not. Until his gaze finally landed on you.

‘Y/N L/N. Sister of the Indian emperor. Greetings to the emperors of Rome.’

Geta rose from his seat and marched over to you. Extending out his hand toward you, many guests looked at the both of you. India? Didn’t the emperor want to conquer it together with Persia?! Some guests started whispering about if this was planned or just a coincidence. Did the emperor want to have an Indian bride? Was he in love with her? Perhaps just to get close to India and conquer it via foul play? Or was he going to take over India trough you and your political power? Did the emperor even have it in him to actually do something like that? You took the emperor’s hand and kissed the top of it, his hand felt heavy in yours because of all the gold and jewels. When you pulled back Geta grabbed your hand and too, placed a kiss on it. The guests were floored. The emperor never as much lowers his head to someone. Why would he kiss your hand?? Geta remained with his gaze on yours, the both of you seemed to smirk to each other…from the gleam in both your eyes the others could tell that there is something more…but they don’t know you yet. Everything is unclear especially since you’re a foreigner who might be the potential empress. Geta stood up straight again and grabbed his goblet that was filled with wine by one of his servants, grabbing you one as well and handing it to you.

‘For you my lady, I hope the wine will suit your taste.’

Geta smiled at you and took a sip of his wine, waiting for you to do that too. Yet you never did, you kept talking but you never one tasted the wine. Perhaps you’re not the biggest fan on wine? Oh well, he’ll ignore it for now, you are a guest after all. His hand lingered a little on your form a little too much. His eyes darting to his brother for a split moment and then back to you. The two of you already had a whole plan with each other that was about to unfold. Geta pressed the goblet against his lips and flickered his gaze to the crowd who seemed intrigued in the ordeal but still talked to one another to not make it seem that way. After a long savory sip Geta chuckled at you slightly.

‘Enjoy your stay.’

‘Thank you Emperor.’

With a satisfying smile Geta walked back and sat on the throne. His brother giggling like a little kid at the between the encounter of you and his brother. Geta spared him a glance and leaned back in his seat. His hand reaching out for the concubines’ arm instead. Placing it on his chest as a sign for them to touch him. How would you feel if you knew that the Emperor of Rome is having his concubines touch him in front of you? He needs to know. The concubines giggled slightly and caress him, his eyes still however following you. It was pretty oblivious, very obvious. Even Caracalla noticed it and leaned towards his brother. He seemed more down to earth. Perhaps the drugs wore off a little. Although the alcohol made up for it. He’s probably drunk. Yes, he definitely is. Geta can smell the heavy yet fruity scent of the wine. His eyes were still on you, not sparing him a glance. Geta let out a huff and raised a hand to the concubines signaling them to stop. Caracalla snickered.

‘Brother, do you wish to say something?’

‘Well…aren’t you intrigued? Never knew you were into Indian women…they do have long thick hair and brown skin…they can have…very oily skin too…’

‘Brother, watch yourself. Her race does not have anything to do with the matter…and don’t make it erotic’

‘Does it? Well i can say for certain that it does. Whether it’s because of political views….or just because you want…excitement.’

‘Treat her with respect brother, currently she is the one who is the comes the closest to us in terms of status in this room.’

‘Oh who cares about that brother Geta?’

‘I do brother. And please, she is a very valuable guest, both in mind, body, soul and spirit…a strong woman indeed’

A low chuckled escaped the younger twin’s lips. His eyes darting from you, who was talking with general Acacius, to Geta, who seemed to stare at you quite intensely. Caracalla followed his brother’s gaze. You indeed looked exotic…well he can perhaps see what his brother sees. Caracalla once again turned his attention to Geta, who stayed silent. He ignored him which caused Caracalla to frown before changing back to his childish self when the concubines touched him. He stood up from his throne, his gaze meeting yours before making his way over to you. General Acacius, who was talking to you, cut his conversation short and instead stepped back for the emperor to speak to you.

‘Hello…Y/N? Am i correct?’

‘You are Emperor.’

‘I had heard…and seen…that you are familiar with my brother, emperor Geta’

‘I am, Emperor’

‘Quite short answered are we?’

‘I apologize. Emperor’

‘It’s okay…a lady who is a beauty can be forgiven for almost anything…Am I right?’

Caracalla turned turned crowd, they seemed hesitant. A rather uncomfortable yet tense atmosphere fell into the room…that was until Macrinus agreed with him, only then did the reaction flood after one another likes dominoes. Caracalla seamed pleased with the answer and reactions from the crowd, although they didn’t sound too sure of it.

‘My brother says that you’re strong, can I take his word for it? He tends to be a liar most of the time.’

Your eyes flickered towards Geta who wanted to make his way over you too, only to stop mid way when he heard his brother’s words. He seemed rather shocked. Usually something like this would bring humiliation, embarrassment perhaps flustering to the mind and heart. Yet he looks more…hurt? Well it’s not surprising to feel that way when your own brother accused you of being a lair. Geta swallowed, not because it was true, but because he now sees that his brother doesn’t trust his enough. The scene is rather pathetic. But you’re here for one purpose. Geta. If he married you he has access to India, one of the many lands he wants to conquer. And if you marry him you’ll be empress of Rome. It’s a win win.

‘So you think emperor Geta lies…interesting. But to answer your question, emperor Caracalla, I am strong although i say so myself’

‘Military wise? Or perhaps politically wise? Maybe…physical…wise?’

The last few words were said in a rather slower and seductive tone. His eye’s flickering over your body. It didn’t go unnoticed but you ignored it. He did have a point, you were strong physically. But you would prefer to be recognized for fighting, not how long you last in bed. What a foolish question. It’s embarrassing honestly. You’re not just some concubine. You’re the sister of an emperor. You would’ve never thought such a title would be disrespected by another emperor himself. He should know better, should he not? But then again he might not be the brightest. Emperor Geta isn’t a liar, in fact you can probably assume that most of the people here would turn their backs on Caracalla in a second or they weren’t even on his side to begin with. Yet he questions the one who’s the most loyal and has his back, his brother Geta

‘That’s enough.’

‘Is it brother? Come on my lady…show me your might, who knows? Perhaps you can break the bed!’

Geta clicked his tongue at his brother’s words and stood next to him. His brows furrowed and a little scowl on his face. He didn’t like where this was going. Not at all. This party was supposed to be for you, about you coming here from India. About perhaps having a first meeting with the generals and important people. Not have his brother try to humiliate you. Geta’s eyes narrowed at his brother when he grabbed one of the concubines.

‘You can join us if you like, mighty lady…can’t she brother?’

‘I-’

‘Why would i lay with you emperor? I’m already supposed to marry Emperor Geta. I’m not a fan of being with others. Especially not at such a crucial moment.’

A deafening silence filled the room. Caracalla stammered a little, unsure of what to make of the new information. The concubines all looked at Geta who left out this vital information. Well…it was an agreement to not mention it…at least not now. But figuring from your personality other wad to get back at his brother. Which he can’t really blame you for it either…general Acacius darted his eyes between the two of you. He wondered what Lucilla would think of this. Ignoring the akward silence you wrapped your arm around Geta’s.

‘Looks like i’ll be staying in your room tonight, Emperor.’

[martygraciesversion381]

WONDERLAND

charles leclerc x reader

Warnings!: angst, mention of cheating and that's all

a/n: this is the first part of a three part story that i wrote hope you'll like this as much as i did writing it <3 inspired by taylor's song wonderland (includes some lyrics)

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You and Charles started dating 6 months ago when his dog Leo, attacked your cat lily since you both lived in the same building. He invited you to his house to apologise and you soon became friends but friendship soon turned into something else. You and Charles saw each other everyday and soon dates were a normal thing for the both of you. You still remember your first kiss. It was at Charles house during a movie night, you both were sitting on his couch and he suddenly kissed you. 

You started dating a few weeks after and even moved in with him even if he was never home because of races. Your life was perfect until today. Charles came back home one day extremely angry. You got up from the couch, a concerned expression on your face as you approached him. "You good Charlie?" He didn’t even answer. He stormed past you making you stumble against the wall and headed to his gaming room. He started streaming with his friends and you heard that his voice was filled with pure joy and happiness.

You started making dinner thinking that maybe you were the problem and that Charles was mad only because you were here. Charles finished streaming and his smile disappeared when he entered the kitchen. "I made pasta for dinner Charlie." You smile at him. He answers with a simple hum and sits at the table.

You both are eating and you reach out on the table to take his hand in yours but he withdraws his hand when you try to touch it. You furrow your brows and look at him with a confused expression. "Have I done something wrong Charlie?" You ask. "Don’t call me Charlie not after what you’ve done to me." Your confusion only grows with Charles’ words. "Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. I know you cheated on me."

You felt the world crumble around you. Did Charles just said that? "Sorry what? I never cheated on you Charlie I love you I really do you know that right?" He doesn’t answer. "Right?" Your face falls as he still doesn’t answer. A hot tear spills down your cheek but Charles doesn’t reach up to while it. "We need to break up Y/N. I told you that you didn’t have to rush things but you did it. We took a wrong turn and fell down a hole." 

"You’re the one who rushed your eyes at me. It’s not my fault people started to whispering about us and that it turned into talking. It’s not my fault I am in love Charles." Tears spill down your cheeks and your voice cracks at every word. The next day when Charles woke up, you were gone. Nothing from you was left in his apartment and he regretted his actions. He should’ve never done this. 

A few months passed and you found yourself walking in Monaco when suddenly a hand holding your wrist blocked you. You turned around to be met by golden eyes that you knew all too well. "Charles…" you whispered. "I’m sorry for what I did cherie let me arrange everything I beg you. I can’t live without you I want my girlfriend back." His eyes were glossy and your heart almost gave in. "Désolé Charles but it’s to late. I reached for you but you were gone, I knew I had to go back home. You searched the world for something else to make you feel like what we had." He let go of your wrist. "And in the end in wonderland we both went mad." A tear ran down his cheek as you walked away. 

As much as you hate to admit it, your heart still beats for him. You tried to move on but it was to hard you loved him so much but he broke your heart and you didn’t want to suffer anymore. You pulled your red scarf higher and adjusted your cardigan. Life was going to be hard but you promised yourself that you won’t suffer again because of love. 

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⭑ 2. PUSHING DAISIES ; rafe cameron

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━━ CW ; drug consumption , barry enabling , angst .

there’s some things you just can’t medicate / it’s never enough / i don’t think you understand / all the things that you could have had ━━ pushing daises , flower face

the first time you found him at barry’s, you thought it was just a fluke. a choice born from an amalgamation of ward’s disapproval and constant dismissal of rafe, and the sheer stress of dealing with whatever the hell his sister was getting up to. you hadn’t seen that part of him before, the hungry, ravenous creature lurking beneath his skin. he was good at hiding his problems when it came to you. you’d dragged him out, hands trembling against his blank face as you’d told him that he was okay, that you’d help. you’d begged, made him promise that he wouldn’t do it again.

as you find yourself outside that godforsaken trailer weeks later, bitter december air biting at your cheeks, you’re reminded of the fact that rafe cameron is a liar and that you should have known better. the silhouette behind the fogged up window shows a body bent over lines that are more familiar to him than your face has been in days.

you hated being in there. hated the stench of the trailer, the humid warmth that never went away, and you hated the way barry’s lecherous gaze clung to you like smoke. he never bothered to hide it either, lazily manspreading into his rickety chair with a smug smirk. “rafe.” your voice cuts through the muffled bass of whatever trash is playing through barry’s ancient speakers. it’s sharp, shaking with anger and fear.

he’s on the couch, black shirt half unbuttoned with a sheen of sweat over his skin, rolled up bill pinched between his fingers. he doesn’t even react to your presence. rafe’s hands tremble as he goes to wipe his nose, trying to compose himself as if you hadn’t seen it all before. as if the white dust smudged across the coffee table wasn’t proof enough.

you don’t even wait for him to speak, to garble out half-assed excuses. “i can’t do this anymore,” your voice cracks on the last word, tears threatening to spill from your waterline.

“do what?” his words are slurred, but the confusion in his eyes is real. rafe tilts his head, greasy bangs falling across his face, like a child hearing something they can’t quite comprehend. “this. us,” you press your lips together, fists shaking at your sides. “you could have so much more than this. so much more. you’re throwing away everything, your friends, your family — me. you don’t belong here, ray.”

your gaze flickers to barry, who chuckles low in his throat. “wastin’ y’breath, sweetheart,” he drawls, tone full of condescension. “y’boy’s right where he wants t’be.”

“shut the fuck up, barry!” you snap harshly, unable to stop the venomous outburst. rafe’s head lolls back against the couch, eyes fluttering and eyebrows furrowing. “rafe, please. just — jus’ come back. we can get you help, proper help, ‘n it can all go back to normal,” you plead with him, taking another step towards him. you try not to think about how many chances you’ve already given him, how you’ve forgiven him over and over again.

his lids peel open, and for a moment he just stares at you, once bright blue eyes now dim and glassy and dead. you start to wonder if he even heard you, but then he shifts. his hand twitches on his lap, as if he wants to reach for you but just doesn’t have the strength. your heart flutters with hope, but rafe shakes his head, a bitter smile twisting at his lips.

“go home, baby,” he whispers with finality. “y’can’t save me.”

just like that, the fight drains out of you and the hope drips from the cavity in your chest. a tear falls down the slope of your cheek when you realise that this was the fate rafe was enslaving himself to. you turn on your heel and walk out, vision blurry and a buzz in your ears. the door slams shut behind you as barry’s terrible laugh echoes and haunts you into the night.

[sturn777]

skater!chris x painter!reader . | ( female reader ) ( fluff ) + ( established relationship ) ( masterlist )

lana's note : random idea i had, nothing special just fluff 🤍 they're so cute tho ;(

the living room was chaos, but it was your favorite kind of chaos. sheets of paper covered nearly every inch of the hardwood floor, splattered with abstract sketches and half-dried swatches of various colors. a half-finished canvas rested on the easel in front of you, vibrant streaks of paint bleeding together, your hands moving quickly to fill in the details. brushes were everywhere, some balancing on the rim of your paint palette, others rolling onto the floor as you reached for the next color.

you were in the zone, completely immersed, your mind racing as you tried to finish your final project before the midnight deadline, which was only two hours away. the pressure was intense, but somehow, it didn’t feel overwhelming, not with chris there.

he was sprawled out on the couch, legs stretched out on either side of you, his skateboard leaning against the wall nearby. the faint smell of weed lingered in the air as he took a slow drag from his blunt, the smoke curling lazily around him. every so often, his free hand would come down to run through your hair, his fingers grazing your scalp in a way that made you momentarily forget about the time crunch.

“it looks perfect, baby,” he said softly, his voice a little raspy from the smoke. you hummed in response, not looking up from the canvas but feeling your cheeks heat at the compliment.

“it’s not, though,” you muttered, dabbing a bit of paint on the edge of the canvas to fix a mistake that had been bothering you. “it still feels off. like, something’s missing, but i can’t figure out what.”

chris leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he watched you work, his hand rubbing your shoulder soothingly. “it’s just in your head. you’re too close to it right now. step back for a second.”

you sighed but set your brush down, stepping up and standing straight to take in the piece from a different angle. chris was right, it did look better than you’d been giving yourself credit for.

he must’ve noticed the slight shift in your expression because he grinned, leaning over to press a kiss to the crown of your head. “see? told you. you’re a genius.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “thanks, chris.”

he chuckled, leaning back into the couch again. “you’re welcome, baby. just let me know if you need anythin'…”

“you’re already doing plenty,” you said, glancing back at him. “just… keep sitting there and looking cute or whatever. it’s helping.”

his grin widened. “anything for my favorite artist.”

you turned back to your canvas, feeling the pressure ease just a little. with chris there, the chaos of the deadline didn’t feel so overwhelming anymore.

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HI HYPNONE !!! I hope youre doing well !!!

We have a headcanon that Aeon/Phantom is blind and missing a limb due to a summoning accident ,,, do u have any thoughts or ideas about this at all,,,

first ficlet of 2025! i focused on the blind part because i also love @midnight-moth's headcanon where bug kinda sees with his quintessence, so here's my take on him learning to do it

“Now focus,” Omega tells him quietly, so as not to break Aeon’s concentration. “Get the quintessence out and feel the world with it.”

The younger ghoul takes a deep breath and when he releases it, his magic starts radiating from him and spreading around the small room they’re currently in. As it settles on some items placed here and there and the walls, Aeon starts feeling them; though he can’t quite make out what is what or where just yet.

He needs it if he wants to perform on stage as he was summoned to do.

Yes, he could learn to function being blind—and missing half a leg and most of his tail—but it would not only take him long, but also wouldn’t suffice for touring. Aeon is determined and him being a quintessence ghoul is a blessing in disguise in this situation; knowing it’s possible, Omega has offered to teach him a skill that could make up for the sight he’s lost during his summoning.

“Let it settle like dust over everything,” the older ghoul advises, “let it hug everything and then you’ll get it all mapped out in your mind.”

Aeon tries; he pushes more waves of magic out and wills them to do what Omega’s just described. He can feel the quintessence thickening and starting to collide with different things and they do start taking shape in his brain, making him break into a smile.

“Don’t cheer just yet,” Omega gently scolds him, but he’s happy and proud of the other, too. He’s been working so hard and it’s finally starting to take effect. “Don’t lose focus, push it more.”

The younger ghoul keeps smiling, but his brows draw further together in concentration and determination. He obeys and presses on with his mind and then–

“The guitar!” he exclaims. It makes the whole thing drop, but Aeon doesn’t care. “Omega, the guitar, it was there, I had–I saw it!”

Omega chuckles as he reaches out to pat the other on the back, “Good job, bug. You’re doing so well!”

“Does it work the same with people? With faces?” Aeon asks eagerly, with his smile so bright Omega might just tear up. He’s so incredibly proud of him.

“More or less, yeah,” he replies and the other’s smile grows impossibly.

“I want to see you! Can I see you? Please!!!” Aeon begs, his nub of a tail wagging. How could Omega decline?

“It’s a bit trickier, but yes,” he says, “I believe you’re capable of that, you just need to focus really hard.”

“Okay! I can do it.” The younger ghoul decides and then shakes the excitement off of himself, making Omega chuckle—he’s not unlike a wet dog shaking off water. He needs a moment to get rid of the excessive emotion before he can ground himself and properly focus again, but after a couple minutes he’s ready.

Aeon gathers up his quintessence before pushing it out again—except this time he directs it all in front of himself, at Omega, instead of all around the room. Slowly, the older ghoul’s body shape starts appearing in his mind and it grows sharper and sharper until he’s not a blob of purple light anymore, but…Omega.

Aeon tears up as he looks at the face of his mentor for the first time. He’s smiling with pride at him and that makes it even better—even though Aeon doesn’t yet know how to recognize the emotions on others’ faces, he can feel them strongly.

“I hope I am not ugly enough for you to regret me being your first ever seen face Topside?” Omega jokes—he can see his lips moving—and tears start falling from Aeon’s sightless eyes before he throws himself forward, into the others’ arms.

“You’re g–gorgeous,” Aeon sobs into his chest as the image from his mind starts to fade—he mourns it already, but it only makes him even more determined to master this skill. He wants to see his packmates. He needs to see them.

“Oh, kiddo,” Omega coos; also quite moved. Then, in an attempt to lighten the mood again, “Wait until you see Cumulus’ boobs.”

[revelboo]

A silly little thing,, but I’m an Optimus Prime girlie & happen to also be an ‘exotic dancer’ lmao, so when I was reading Gravity….you can imagine the actual surprise & joy I felt when the reader revealed she was (or used to be one) too, like 😭😭😭 what are the ODDS?? Must be his aura….I love him, your honor

It’s meant to be!

Gravity Pt 12

Optimus x Reader

• Staring at the screen long after Megatron’s little message ends and his fellow Autobots that had seen it start speculating, all he can think of is that he’s not alone. And it’s a relief. Leaving the warmth of you to report for his duties had been difficult. Especially since you’d woken up first and had straddled him. Even deep in recharge, his body responding to those soft hands touching him. Definitely not the worse way to come to alertness and even though he’d hit the washracks, he swears he can still scent you clinging to him. But then it really sinks in. That the Decepticons are taking humans and using them. Because that’s an atrocity that hadn’t even occurred to him.

• Stretching to touch your toes, you idly run through a few stances to limber up because you’re bored out of your mind. As much fun as playing with Optimus is, as soon as he leaves, you’re alone with your thoughts again. Remembering the look on his face before he’s schooled his expression into neutrality. Like a big, lovesick puppy, hurt that sex is all you want. Blowing out a breath as you spin in a slow circle, head tipping back, you know you’d lied to him. But then, you’d lied to yourself to. Saying you don’t want more, when deep down, you do. You’re just afraid to hope, to let down your defenses knowing you can get hurt again if you do. That love is just a pretty lie used to reach a goal.

• Sliding into his seat, he steeples his servos as he listen to the bits of gossip and conversation around him. How many humans are in the Ark at this point? Honestly, he’s not sure anymore. But he does know one thing, he’s probably not the only one who’s gotten attached to their ward. Who’s crossed that particular line. And it’s out there now for all of them, the fact that their species are at least compatible that way. Dropping his head into his hands, he stares at the floor. Because someone’s going to need to have that conversation with the Autobots keeping humans. On the ethics of taking advantage of a much younger species. And how is he supposed to do that when he’s interfacing with you?

• Head lifting when he finally returns, your smile wavers when he just stares at you. “You look like the other kids were bullying you, babe.” Venting he sits on the edge of the berth and then just slumps backwards, hands over his face. Oh. Well this is new, usually he’s so calm and serious. Climbing up his arm and over onto his chassis, you drop to straddle his neck, arms crossed on his chin. “Want me to beat up someone for you?” When his head tips to look at you, you lift an arm to flex your nonexistent muscle for him.

• Your mischievous expression twists through him as he lifts a servo to slide against your spine. “When we- er- interfaced,” he says, ignoring when you cheerfully interject ‘fucked like bunnies.’ “I didn’t pressure you. Right?” Because he can’t imagine what those poor humans captured by the Decepticons are suffering and can’t help but wonder if you’d let him have you out of intimidation or fear.

• “Oh, you are too sweet for words. If anything I seduced you, big guy.” Laughing as he frowns seriously at you, you push up to stand on his neck and drape yourself against his chin, tapping a finger on his bottom lip. “Don’t worry. I promise you didn’t corrupt my innocence.” More likely, you’re corrupting his.

• “I could have,” he says, joking as some of his worry eases and you grin, brows lifting. Expression giving away how much you doubt that. “I can be a bad influence.” His protest just makes you laugh, that warm sound stroking over him. How can this be wrong when you feel so much like home? When he wants to lay beside you and exchange stories. Ask about each other’s day and spend his free time in your arms, listening to you laugh with him. Wants so much more than your body. “The Decepticons are taking humans.” Unable to say to interface with.

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