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embrosegraves · 2 months

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𝕊𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕀𝕔𝕖 𝔸𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥

(request) Kimi Räikkönen x Fem!Reader Kimi only allowed one person to truly know him. You.

Warnings: a bit of cussing, poorly google translated Finnish, and extremely brief research of cities in Finland. Briefly edited.

Kimi famously never allowed his emotions to be on open display for the people around him. He never let people see behind his frosty facade. He never let people get close enough for them to figure him out. He always kept everyone at a distance so there was no possible way for anyone to truly know the type of man he was. Excluding his parents, there was only one exception to all of it.

You.

Kimi never intended to bump into anyone on his break between seasons. He had chosen Pori specifically because he knew that no one he worked with knew enough about Finland to know where Pori was. None of his colleagues knew that Pori was roughly a 3 hour drive north west of his home town. With a population of 83 thousand compared to Espoo’s 310 thousand, it wasn’t an extremely well known place.

Kimi supposed he shouldn’t’ve been so surprised when he bumped into you, causing your coffee to spill everywhere. But he couldn’t help it. He never would’ve expected to literally bump into someone he worked with.

“Katsu se!” You exclaimed. Too busy trying to wipe off the spilt coffee before it could stain your coat too badly. [Watch it!]

“L/n?”

Of course you knew who it was, how could you not? It wasn’t like you spent a majority of the year around him, battling it out every weekend for top spot on the podium.

“What Räikkönen? Didn’t expect to see me over break?” You finally looked up and made eye contact with the Finn.

“Why are you in Finland?”

“Am I not allowed to go home during winter break?” This had stunned Kimi more than bumping into you.

“Home?”

Your annoyance had disappeared a while ago, the whole situation was too amusing for you to be truly annoyed. “Räikkönen, just because I race under a different flag doesn’t mean I’m not associated with another country. I was born in Pori, spent 14 years here before moving overseas.”

After that the rest was history. You ended up spending more and more of your winter break around Kimi. So much time that the Finn found himself opening up more and more around you. At first he had been the same cold, closed off Kimi that you were used to, but soon enough his metaphorical ice walls began to melt around you. He learnt that your mother had been born in Finland and had met your father while on holiday. You told him that your father had moved to Finland to be with your mother and that you always spent winter break in Pori. You travelled so much for the rest of the year you found there was no point travelling between seasons.

Throughout your time together, Kimi found himself telling you things he had only ever told his parents. He told you how he had wanted to eventually settle down and start a family. He told you that he truly did believe that Formula 1 was a hobby, that it wasn’t just something he said for the cameras. He told you that sometimes, in the privacy of his own home, he often thought about his imaginary daughters running around and filling his house with giggles and bright smiles.

Eventually, the winter break would come to an end, and you would both have to go back to the rush of racing every weekend. About a week before preseason testing, you had been hanging out with Kimi in your living room. Talking about everything you had done so far in your careers. Kimi had smiled when you started to laugh at the story he had just finished telling.

Watching you laugh at something he said had him feeling almost giddy with nerves. He had never felt this way with a woman before. Not one to let an opportunity slip by, he spoke up softly.

“Y/n?”

“Yes Kimi?” You responded, trying your best to calm down from laughing.

“Let me take you on a date.”

“Kimi- what?”

“I want to take you on a date. These last months have let me understand that everything I want in life, I want them to be with you.” He said. Taking your hand in his, he spoke with a sincerity you had never seen or heard in a man before. “Let me take you on a date and show you.”

Your free hand had covered your mouth as he spoke. A month ago, when you realised what your own feelings for him were, you had become determined to never mention them. There was no way The Iceman of all people would feel the same about you. Yet here he was. Sitting on your couch and asking you to go on a date with him.

“Yes.”

Kimi gave you a smile that had become less and less rare the more you spent time with him.

“Thank you.”

It had been three years since then. In that time you had gone on dates in every country you had travelled to. You both celebrated every win and comforted every loss. Two years into dating, Kimi had asked you to move in and marry him and during the mid-year break, surrounded by both your immediate families, you had become Y/n Räikkönen. Kimi hadn’t cared about telling the other drivers or the media, and you had agreed saying that it would be far funnier if they found out on their own. So nothing had changed in your public routines. In your head you thought the funniest part of it all would be that no one on the grid knew you had even started dating each other.

Neither of you had gone out of your way to avoid the other, in fact the other drivers often saw you both hanging around each other. Nobody had any inkling that You and Kimi were together as more than friends. Many gossip sources chalked it up to the two “outcasts” of the grid hanging out and left it at that. So it was a surprise to everyone when some fans had pointed out on social media that your signature had changed from your race number and maiden name to Räikkönen.

Jensen and Fernando, being constantly online, had dragged Sebastian to immediately start searching for the Finn. What they had found was more surprising than your change of signature. Opening the door to Kimi’s drivers room, the three of them saw you sitting on the couch with Kimi lounging on your lap, asleep. You had one hand running through his hair as he slept while the other was scrolling on your phone. Looking up as the door opened, you smiled when you saw who it was.

“Hello boys. Anything I can help you with?” You asked. Fernando was too shocked to say anything and Jensen had just started stuttering out incoherent sounds, so it was up to Sebastian.

“There are fans saying that your signature has changed.”

You huffed a gentle laugh, trying not to disturb your husband from his rest. “That’s because it has.”

“But why?” Jensen had managed to get his English under control enough to start actually speaking.

“Why’d you think it would change Jense?” You were having too much fun with this.

“But you have never shown any interest in Kimi. And Kimi doesn’t show interest in anything, so when?” It was Fernando’s turn to get over his shock. “How long have you been married? Why did we not know?”

By now Kimi was definitely awake, though he made no show of it. You could feel Kimi’s hand that was resting between you and the couch back start to gently stroke your thigh. You knew he was also amused.

“I wasn’t aware I needed to tell you who I was interested in. If I’d known I would’ve told you three years ago.”

“Three years!?” The three of them cried.

Eyes still closed, Kimi mumbled to you. “Käske heitä naimaan. Nukun.” [Tell them to fuck off. I’m sleeping.]

“Luulen, että olet levännyt tarpeeksi, rakkaani.” You replied laughing. All Kimi did was groan. [I think you’ve rested enough, my love.]

“If you wake up properly, I’ll give you a kiss.”

Opening his eyes, Kimi briefly glanced at the three flabbergasted men still in his driver's room, before looking directly at you. “Teet kovaa kauppaa, vaimo.” [You drive a hard bargain, wife.]

He sat up nonetheless and moved so you could place your legs over his lap. He looked at the others and spoke. “What else did you want to blubber about?”

Kimi was aware that he had a resting bitch face, and most times he didn’t mean to glare at people, but the three men in front of you had clearly been terrified of what Kimi might do if they stayed, so they quickly made their way out of the room.

“I told you they would find out from the fans.” You laughed. A smile broke out on Kimi’s face.

“I really thought they were smart enough to figure it out themselves.”

“Sebastian I could understand, but we’re talking about Jensen and Fernando here, my love. They were never going to figure it out on their own.”

“That’s true.” Kimi shifted you closer to him, so that you were sitting on his lap facing him. “I believe I was promised a kiss, Wife.”

“How could I ever deny you, Husband?” You whispered, leaning in close and gently placing your lips to his. His hand moved to the back of your neck to pull you closer and deepen the kiss. Both of you aware of the three drivers that had yet to move from the other side of Kimi’s door.

It wasn’t your fault if they saw something they shouldn’t’ve.

Okay, time got away from me for a bit but here it is!

I hope you all enjoyed!

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yanxidarlings · 4 months

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what's this? for once i am listening to a poll and not getting distracted by something entirely different?

fair warning this is probably my darkest yandere hp writing, reader goes through some shit (said shit being the slytherins shit) it's mostly just angst and misery with a hint of fluff (if you squint) honestly not that crazy about this, but i hereby present

YANDERE SLYTHERIN BOYS: NOT SLYTHERIN, AYE?

"remember, m/n, you have to do everything to be put into slytherin, no matter how it is the sorting works" draco levelled with m/n l/n, holding an uncomfortable amount of eye contact.

breaking away from the blond's gaze, m/n let out a snicker "i don't know what you're so worried about, draco, i'm the most slytherin person i know!" internally, everyone who wasn't m/n sighed. it was no secret m/n wasn't exactly.. slytherin material. but neither was enzo, or goyle and crabbe for that matter. but they'd all end up in slytherin together anyway, right?.

swinging an arm over the other male's shoulder, enzo pulled m/n in close "we just have to act as slytherin as possible, it'll be a lap around the quidditch pitch getting sorted if we just think things like.. how wicked snakes are- especially green ones! and.." the brunet furrowed his brows as he paused to think. "and just say mudblood over and over again as well! that'll convince them for sure"

m/n laughed, wiggling out of enzo's grip. if only he had actually taken the advice, maybe he wouldn't be where he was now.

"ravenclaw" "hufflepuff" "gryffindor"

what did the hat even yell out? all m/n knows is that it wasn't slytherin. he sat motionless on the stool, gripping the edges, waiting to hear 'slytherin' yelled out.

"mr l/n, please make your way to the ravenclaw table" a stern voice spoke.

he looked up to see professor mcgonagall staring at him, indicating towards the ravenclaw table. "what, why?" he gave the old woman a confuddled look "that's you're house, mr l/n" the look of confuddlement had turned into pure shock "the.. over there?" when mcgonagall quickly confirmed yes his mouth went agape "are you sure? i.." he pointed towards the slytherin table, where the rest of his childhood friends had been sorted "whilst i'm not entirely convinced, the sorting hat is, move along child" ushering him off the stool and towards the ravenclaw table, mcgonagall quickly went to call out the next name as soon as he was down the steps.

taking a seat at the very edge of the table, m/n ignored the greeting from the boy sat next to him to stare over at the slytherin table. only lorenzo was looking over at him, the rest avoided his gaze.

the boy pinched his forearm, leaving a red mark. but he didn't wake up in his bed nor the slytherin dormitory.

looking down, he saw his robes had taken on the blue and bronze colours associated with the eagle house. his stomach dropped, the reality of the situation coming crashing down. m/n l/n's life was effectively over

• the next day at herbology, the ravenclaw first class that day with the slytherins, none of them acknowledged him. it stung. sure, the reader had heard of purebloods not getting sorted into slytherin and being alienated from their family and circle, but it was never supposed to happen to him!

• the invisible treatment, alongside the howler he received from his guardian was enough to make him cry in the owlery after curfew. where else was there to cry? his new dormmates were mudbloods out for his magic! and the prefects patrolled the halls at night. imagine the humiliation if weaslebee or whatever the ravenclaw prefect's name was saw him balling his eyes out?

• lorenzo spoke to him, for a little while. but he knew the boy's parents would nip that behaviour in the bud eventually. the prestigious heir of the berkshire family? associating with a blood traitor? m/n knew none of them wanted to be dragged down with him.

• for a little while, he thought they just needed time to adjust to him being in a different house. it was just a house? the day after ravenclaw beat the slytherin team in first year, all hopes of that came crashing down.

"draco!" m/n smiled as he came past malfoy in the halls, "can you believe wattle stole the snitch? she must have knocked it out of higgs hands, i swear he had it" quidditch was safe, right? m/n had never given a hoot about quidditch in the past, but if it meant getting back in draco and his gang's good books, call him a connoiseur.

malfoy shot m/n a glare "let's see you do any better then" he spat. crabbe and goyle had their arms folded, as if they were the blond's bodyguards.

the ravenclaw went agape before puffing his cheeks out, trying to think of something to say "i- i was just chatting" he folded his arms, not in the intimidating way crabbe and goyle were, as if to make himself smaller.

"you're pathetic, l/n, you think i'd want to be friends with a disgusting blood traitor. know what? i'm glad you got sorted into ravenclaw so i didn't have to find out the hard way, you would have taken us all down with you, wouldn't you?" draco sneered out, eyes narrowing.

m/n looked down, his face painted with shock "draco.. i swear i'm not a blood traitor, the hat got it all wrong!" there was no reasoning with someone like draco, who had been raised with the strict pureblood beliefs shoved down his throat.

oi!, a voice rang out from behind him, turning halfway, m/n saw a boy in slytherin robes that he had never met before "who's this" "who are you" m/n said in near unison with the stranger "he's no one, riddle, nothing but a worthless blood traitor"

with that, malfoy, crabbe and goyle pushed past m/n, and began chatting with the other boy- riddle.

• to say the first few years at hogwarts are hell for m/n is an understatement. it wouldn't be a surprise if he developed anxiety, depression and paranoia from the constant ridicule and bullying. every corner he turned, one of them was there, calling him foul names, telling him he's a disgrace to his family name.

• who would want to stick around and become a victim as well? no one. that's who m/n had, no one. they brought anyone who he spent time with the same hell. it wasn't even just insults, it was physical, from getting into petty fights with mattheo, to theodore using the levicorpus charm to give him a concussion.

• if he so much as looks one of the greengrass girls way, elio would pour one of snape's potions over m/n's head and then tell the professor that m/n had stolen the potion. if he got the best grade in any class, enzo would accuse the reader of stealing his work, although tom always seemed to be the mastermind behind it.

• there was this one time when a girl a year below him, luna lovegood, began hanging around him, declaring that they were now friends. but m/n knew better than to get used to it, and he was right. within a few weeks of the friendship, a rumour started spreading that m/n was sleeping with rita skeeter and shit talking the quibbler. lovegood never looked at him the same.

• not to mention, the situation at home only got worse. the house was no longer a home, if it ever was. everything he apparently 'did' at hogwarts got reported back to his parents, who disowned him in fifth year.

• m/n didn't return to hogwarts after the winter break when his name was burnt off the family tree.

the great hall was bustling with students, catching up with friends after the yuletide season. the 'best spot' on the slytherin table (where the roasted turkeys were) was dominated by what was best known as the 'slytherin gang'.

blaise was quiet, but when wasn't he? he only spoke when something needed to be said. eyeing the ravenclaw table for his favourite person to lovingly stare (glare) at, he saw no familiar face.

darting his eyes back and forth between the entry and the table, a solemn look crossed his dark features. "what's got you so pissed, mate?" theo leaned over, following zabini's gaze. blaise briefly made eye contact with theo before taking a bite of roasted potato

"i don't see him either" riddle, tom, to be exact, remarked. theo made an 'o' face, the name didn't have to be said for everyone to know who they were talking about. they spent their days thinking of ways to torment him, who else would they notice the absence of?

• nobody explicitly said they missed the reader, but actions speak louder than words.

• tom was the first to notice something was amiss. you couldn't waterboard the information out of him, but he couldn't stand not to know where l/n was. he honestly thought the bullying was a bit ridiculous, but as long as he was isolating the reader, he didn't care how it was done.

• he takes action the quickest, stalking the long halls, trying to determine whether or not m/n was just avoiding them.

• it became something of a group mission find out where m/n is. before, they were just possessive, but now, now they were becoming obsessed.

• when the darling finally returned to hogwarts after weeks of being MIA, all the torment, all the bullying, it just stopped. they were being nice which only scared m/n even more. five, even four years ago he would have eaten this up. but he knew better than to trust people now- no, he was straight up paranoid.

BLAISE ZABINI

• blaise was one of the only ones who truly believed m/n was a blood traitor. but he never gave up on him. in blaise's mind, the years of 'torment' was him helping show the reader the importance of blood purity and status.

• blaise won't apologise for what he did, not sincerely. it'll be more of a 'i'm sorry it took you this long to understand the point'. he truly thinks he was just molding the reader into the perfect future spouse for him.

• the reader has simply traded one hell for another with blaise. refuse to agree to the arranged marriage? won't spend time with him? then the reader truly must be a blood traitor.

• blaise has his softer moments with the reader, where he'll reassure them that he never actually hated them, that he didn't mean any of what he would say to them. but the damage is done.

• when it's his night with m/n, sometimes he'll be awoken at 2am to the sound of m/n getting ready for the next day. when he tried to open the door to the bathroom, he had never heard such a panicked "don't!" when he asked m/n why, "i'm not presentable yet" it broke his heart.

DRACO MALFOY

• draco had been encouraged by his parents- no, by his father, to put m/n in his place. now that he looks back at it, it had nothing to do with m/n, it was about making sure draco never even considered betraying his blood status.

• he engulfed the reader in a hug when he finally saw him on the way to class. whispering apologies, holding back tears. "i thought- i thought you had done something stup-" but he was quickly shoved off, m/n even mocked him for the tears.

• for the first time in his life, he understood what it felt like to be in the readers position. merlin, he was a git, wasn't he? he'll spend his entire life trying to make up for it if he has to.

• what he couldn't handle was m/n rejecting his attempts at friendship. gosh fucking damn it just love him already, draco makes it clear that the bullying might be over, and he's really sorry it ever happened, but the reader is never allowed a life outside of the slytherins.

• people who interact with the reader are still targeted, leaving him as isolated as ever. at some point he might accept draco's offer of friendship, but he'd never be stupid enough to actually buy into that bollocks.

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

• lorenzo was kind of like the readers guardian angel throughout his years of torment. he might have been a bystander, but he never directly took part in foul 'pranks' they'd pull on him. it hurt his heart to see m/n so misrable, but he had a reputation to uphold and parents to keep happy.

• whenever the chance would present itself, enzo would try and make m/n's day a bit better. he sent anonymous chocolates from hogsmede for a good while, until pollux and draco started calling m/n a pig when he'd eat them at dinner.

• but it was the thought that counts! and that's what enzo tries to tell m/n in fifth year. he got punched. m/n told him to get lost in the forbidden forest and to take the rest of them with him.

• time heals all wounds, enzo probably has one of the best chances of developing an actual friendship with the reader. but they all want more, especially enzo. who believes he has some sort of precedence over the others for being 'so good' to the reader when everyone else wasn't.

• he thought he was being slick, discussing the possibility of an arranged marriage with his parents. but blaise has made plans a while back, and tom had taken the dark mark with the promise that his father would oneday have m/n marry him.

MATTHEO RIDDLE

• mattheo is by far, by a long mile, the worst of them all. he used to cruciatus curse on more than once on m/n whenever he was in a particularly jealous or bad mood. objectified him based on his looks "i'd bash your face in but then i'd ruin the only thing you have going for you."

• he didn't even know the reader before hogwarts, he just saw the way draco treated m/n, felt a funny warm feeling, and decided that meant he hated the reader.

• but god forbid anybody else does what he does, mattheo sometimes even tells off the other slytherins, the ones he doesn't like (draco lmao) to back off. maybe if he took his own advice m/n wouldn't be as traumatised as he is.

• lost his shit when m/n didn't return in fifth year. felt like he was dying, it was then he realised that maybe m/n is more important to him than he thought.

• babies the shit out of m/n when he comes back- he tries to at least. offers to carry his bags, trys to sleep in his bed with him, patches up even a small paper cut. it's a startling contrast, m/n probably feels like he has to go along with it, or risk becoming mattheo's target again.

THEODORE NOTT

• theo wouldn't have gotten in on the bullying if it weren't for his father and the others encouraging him. he didn't do nearly as much as draco or mattheo, but was still considerably worse than blaise or enzo.

• he would always hover around m/n, using his robes, sometimes skin as an ashtray. always making some sort of sarcastic or witty remark. and he always had a glare that would sink though m/n's skull, leaving him constantly on the edge.

• even during the earlier years of hogwarts, theo would have moments of softness, where he dropped the hateful act. which is why he was the one m/n trusted the least when the torment finally stopped.

• m/n keeping his distance, emotionally at least, is what drives theo over the edge. instead of saying something demeaning when he gets like that, theo now has outbursts where he demands closeness: mattheo will often have to drag him out of the room.

• there's always an over the top apology, only for it to go horribly wrong when the reader doesn't eat it up. he drowns in self hatred and anger, wouldn't it be great it time turners could go back years and none of this happened?

TOM RIDDLE

• tom honestly thought the reader deserved the treatment they got at first. to be born with pure blood and to throw away the privileges that came with it so easily? absolutely disgusting.

• he used to mastermind the bigger plans, until he came to respect m/n's intelligence and strength. anybody else would have ended themselves by now, and he had never met anyone as intelligent as himself. of course at first he developed his own hatred towards the ravenclaw whenever he'd get the same or a higher score on a test than him.

• his attraction to m/n causes him to pull out of partaking in the bullying by around third year. he's got better things to do, like being the top of the class over the likes of an ungrateful blood traitor.

• his main motivation in helping his father resurrect was the power it would give him over m/n. once he became a loyal death eater, he would be rewarded with m/n. the readers feelings be damned, tom wasn't above the imperius curse, amortentia or the cruciatus curse.

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thecharacterchronicler · 2 months

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Stranger In The Night || Sebastian Sallow x muggle!Reader (You) (+18)

Outline: When a mysterious stranger finds refuge in your tavern, you decide to help him keep warm for the night.

Tropes: Aged up characters, one night stand, smut.

Warnings: handsy drunk man, explicit smut.

Night had fallen on the small countryside village you lived in. The warm light of candles around the room casted dancing shadows on the wooden walls and the fire softly cracked in the chimney, the heat radiating from it contrasting with the snow falling behind the windows.

Week nights weren’t very busy at The Cracked Barrel, once most villagers and workers were done eating their meal and drinking a few pints they’d usually leave, the noise of their chatter and laughter following them out, leaving you in a heavy silence you tried to fill with the clinking of the plates and pints you were washing in the sink.

The water running from the faucet was freezing, stinging the skin on your hands. You decided to take a break from your task, instantly feeling relief from the cold burn as soon as you dried your hands on the gray towel you kept nearby.

You busied yourself sweeping the food that had fallen under the round tables, humming a soft song to yourself to fill the uncomfortable silence.

You were gathering what you had left of motivation to get back to the dishes when the door bursted open, startling you. You turned around to see an unfamiliar face standing by the threshold, his brown hair wet, sticking to a pale but freckled face.

The young man seemed one step away from hypothermia, his dark clothes sticking to his frame as the few snowflakes on his shoulders melted to add to his already soaking clothes.

“Come in, take a seat by the fire.” You invited him, immediately placing a chair in front of the chimney for him.

He looked at you with a bit of surprise in his dark eyes, as if he hadn’t expected to be welcomed and especially not by a woman as young as you. But he eventually obeyed, stepping inside after closing the door behind him, taking the seat you had offered him with a grateful nod.

You went back to the kitchen to get some water boiling for tea, carefully watching him from behind the counter. Your village didn’t often see visitors , unless they were from the area. You were quite certain you had never seen him before, making him a total stranger and, long ago, you had been instructed by your father to be weary of unknown faces.

But the way his teeth were chattering as he tried to keep most of his body under his wet cloak made you decide against following your father’s advice. This man needed help, and your tavern welcomed everyone.

You walked back to him, placing a cup of tea in his trembling hands and he thanked you with a brittle voice. The dark circles under his eyes made it seem like he hadn’t slept in a while, making you wonder how long he had been wandering like this, in the snow.

“I’ll warm up some stew for you.” You told him, attempting to walk away but he gripped your wrist before you could, stopping you in your tracks. The contact of his frozen hand felt electric on your skin, the way your eyes met his sending a shiver down your spine.

“I don’t… I don’t have any money.” He said, through his teeth.

“It’s alright, you need something to warm you up.” You assured him, and even if he looked at you like he wasn’t sure he could believe you, he dropped your wrist allowing you to get started on your task.

The stew quickly came to a boil on the stove, as the stranger quietly sipped his cup of tea by the fire. You were about to serve him a plate when a bang on the door made you jump. It was rather unusual for you to have clients this late at night, unless it was…

“There you are, darling!” The bald man exclaimed, his walk unstable as he tried to reach the counter. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“You’ve been looking in the wrong tavern it seems…” You remarked, as your most annoying customer struggled to sit on a stool, visibly too inebriated to do so.

“Shut up, and get me a pint.” He demanded. You rolled your eyes, bringing the stew to the stranger in need before bothering to serve your other client.

You were happy to see that the young man had regained some colors, his clothes and hair were still drenched but his cheeks and lips were pinker than when he had entered. You smiled at him as you placed the fuming plate in front of him but your heart sank when you saw the way he devoured his meal, like a starved man who hadn’t eaten in days. What could have possibly happened to him ?

He pulled you out of your fascinated contemplation when he glanced at you, making you blush slightly as you reached for his cup to give yourself an excuse to still be standing next to his table.

“I’ll get you more tea.” You walked back to the counter, still blushing but before you could reach it, you felt some hands gripping your waist and pulling you back.

“Where’s my hug?” The bald man asked you, tightly holding you against his body.

“Let go of me !” You demanded, definitely deciding to no longer serve him, no matter how badly you needed the money. He was getting bolder and bolder each evening he spent here.

“Come on…” He retorted, trapping you even tighter. “Don’t be such a prude.”

You fought against him, trying to free yourself from his grip, your own strength surprising you when he finally let go… Until you realized it wasn’t you but your mysterious visitor that had managed to push him away.

“The lady asked you to take your hands off of her, and I strongly suggest you do as she says if you don’t want me to replace them with beets !”

“What… Beets ?” You mumbled, worried he might be in a worst state than what you thought.

“And who the hell are you ?” Your annoying customer asked, too drunk to realize the weirdness in the threat he had thrown at him.

“Someone you don’t want to mess with.” He stated, his voice calm but oddly threatening.

Even in such a paradoxal state, the bald man’s face paled and he seemed to understand that it was in his best interest to drop it before it escalated too far. So, with a wobbly walk, he headed to the door and disappeared into the winter night.

“Thanks… This one is the worst. I usually lock the door to avoid his late visits once everyone else is gone.” You told him, and he turned to you, worry etched on his face.

“You mean it wasn’t the first time he bothered you like this ?”

“Oh no, he’s a regular… Unfortunately .” You shrugged. “It’s just one of the few downsides that comes with being a woman who owns a tavern.”

He mumbled something about hands and beets again, before nodding at you with empathy.

“And how did you come to own a tavern ? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I just took on my father’s business after he passed away. I’ve been helping him out with the tavern since I was a child so it’s not like there was another option for me anyway, just this boring little life in this boring little village.” You said all this with a smile, trying to conceal the nostalgia and bitterness that flooded your heart very time you thought about it all, how your life would be this and just this. “What about you ? Can I at least know your name ?”

He looked at you as if he was trying to determine whether you could be trusted with such an information, suspicion briefly passing on his face.

“It’s Sebastian.” He said, flatly, and you knew you weren’t going to get his last name.

You smiled again, trying to prove to him that you were nothing but a friendly tavern owner, as you offered him your hand to shake, introducing yourself. He took it and even smiled back, which caused your heart to inexplicably flutter at the sight.

“If you have nowhere to go for the night, you can stay here.” You said, blushing although it was nothing other than a polite invitation. “We have a few rooms upstairs for guests, they hardly get used but there’s a bed and a bathroom if you’d like to take a shower to warm you up… You probably should take your clothes off at least.”

You glanced at the wet cloak still on his back, not noticing your suggestive advice until you met his amused grin. Then you blushed some more and ran off to your counter so that he wouldn’t notice your embarrassment. You retrieve a golden key, the one for the bedroom closest to yours and headed upstairs, pleased to see that he was following you closely.

If you had had more time to prepare, then you would have opened the window to change the dusty and humid air of the bedroom and made the bed with freshly cleaned sheets. However, Sebastian didn’t seem to mind, eyeing the double bed with a relived expression.

“I can hang your clothes by the fireplace if you’d like, so they might be dry in the morning.” You offered, and his grin made you blush yet again.

He didn’t say anything but untied his cloak and started unbuttoning his shirt. You turned around to give him some privacy, the heat on your face almost unbearable. You should have excused yourself, find something else to do like bring him more tea or an extra blanket but your mind went awfully blank the moment you heard him take a few steps closer.

“Here.” He simply said, waiting for you to turn around. You slowly moved to face him, your eyes instantly darting to the lines of his shoulders, his chest and further down, as if you simply couldn’t fight it.

You reached for his hand, finding it colder than it should have been. The fire, the tea and the stew may have helped but his body was still dangerously close to hypothermia.

“You still need to get warmer.” You remarked, to say something. Anything.

“Can you help ?” He asked you, a mischevious demand hidden under such an innocent tone.

“How ?” Your breath caught in your throat when he reached out for your other hand, bringing it to the rigid length between his legs.

“Like this.” He replied, carefully watching you to gauge your reaction.

“Like this ?” You repeated, your fingers closing around his shaft and gently moved up and down his veiny skin. His erection rapidly grew even harder in your hand, making you gulp.

He sighed with contentement, his eyes briefly closing. It was the first time since he had walked into your tavern that his face had looked so relaxed.

You completely gave up on the idea of drying his clothes as he reached for your blouse and swiftly unbuttoned it. Your breasts perked up under his cold touch as he brought the fabric aside to reveal your tender flesh.

You pumped him a few more times, enjoying the way he began lightly panting at the pleasure your movements were causing him. Then, he pressed his body against yours, making you step back until you felt the edge of the bed behind your knees.

He pulled your skirt up to your waist, before guiding you down until your head comfortably rested on the fluffy pillow.

He looked at you, taking the sight of you like this in. You could tell from the blazing desire in his eyes that he wanted more. Much more. So you spread your legs apart in a silent invitation for him to take place between them. The way he smirked in response made you blush once more, as he sat on his knees in the place you had made him, his hand pumping himself a few times before he shoved himself passed your tight entrance.

You gasped, shocked by the intensity of him filling you up so quickly.

“Oh, Merlin’s beard.” He breathed, clearly enjoying the sensation of his cock buried in your warm wetness.

You opened your mouth, wanting to question his odd exclamation since you had never heard it before but he began moving to create some friction between the two of you, which instantly made you forget about it all. He thrusted himself in and out of you, slowly at first, attentive to the way you were responding to his intrusion inside you. But when you pulled your knees up to give him a better access to push himself even deeper inside of you, he almost lost control, speeding his movements up.

You bit your lip to silence a moan stuck in your throat as the pleasure was rapidly building at your core. His brought his hands to your hips, firmly holding you in place as he drove himself even harder inside you, his gaze entranced by the way your breast moved in synch with his hips.

Your thoughts grew hazy, your body contracting as you reached your climax, loudly moaning with relief. Your core tensed with the pleasure flooding you, tightening around him so perfectly that he came too, his nails digging in your skin as he held your hips with force to keep himself from collapsing on top of you.

Once every drop of his release had spilled inside you, he pulled out and let his body fall on the bed next to you, his head hitting the pillow with a satisfied sigh. And before you could think of anything to say, you drifted into a well deserved sleep next to him.

When you woke up the next morning, the bed was cold and empty. Sebastian was gone and there wasn’t a single trace of his visit to your tavern left, apart from the soreness of your body and the unnaturally golden flower, glowing on top of the nightstand with what you would have qualified as magic, if you didn’t know that such a thing didn’t exist…

#smutty fanfiction #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy smut #after hogwarts #smut #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow smut #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow oneshot #sebastian sallow fic

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sokkadora · 5 months

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vanishing grace — mizu x fem!spider!reader

summary: breaking into to fowler’s castle wasn’t as easy as you’d originally thought, neither was the idea of being able to come out unscathed.

a/n: girl help! i cannot stop drawing my spidersona with mizu!!! also i think this is the longest fic ive ever written for a oneshot 💀 also this is not proofread so if there are mistakes forgive me 😭

wc: 3.9k

warning(s): guns, gunshot wound, being stabbed, slight angst if you squint, FOWLERS HEADASS, mizu being sad

from the river to the sea, palestine will be free 🇵🇸

︿︿︿︿︿︿ ✎ᝰ . . . .

You followed silently behind Mizu as she carefully counted the paces to the far entrance to Fowler’s Castle, making sure to place your feet in the dents in the snow where her feet had stepped.

The silence surrounding you two since everything that happened at Madame Kaji’s was tense. You were upset with her. Of course you were. She let Akemi get taken back into captivity and Ringo had left because of her actions.

You could understand where she was coming from, in a way. You can’t save everyone. It’s a hard truth you’d learned in your years as Spider-Woman, but you can’t help but feel like you could’ve done something.

Right before your face could make contact with Mizu’s back, your steps abruptly stopped thanks to your sixth sense. She used her naginata to brush the snow off the covered grate in the ground.

Mizu silently handed you your mask after slicing it open, and you took it from her hand softly. Could she tell you were upset with her? And if she could, did she even care? You shook it off, tugging on your mask.

She dropped down into the tunnel, water splashing beneath her feet softly upon impact. She glanced around quickly before turning back to you, holding up her arms to help you down.

You let her, trying to get ahold of yourself as her hands gripped your waist and gently set you down before she closed the grate with her weapon.

The tunnel darkened significantly and Mizu made a sudden move to keep your hand in hers as you made your way further in. She eventually found a dry enough piece of wood, wrapping a cloth around the top, lighting the cloth on fire to make a torch.

There was loud squeaking coming from your feet, and the two of you looked down to find around 5 rats staring up at you. Mizu killed one, and the rest scattered.

The two of you continued until you came across dozens of skeletons, children’s skeletons, and that was the only other pause you took in the tunnels.

“Oh my god,” You whispered, placing a hand over your mouth at the sight of a woman’s skeleton with her arms wrapped around the child’s far smaller one. You gripped Mizu’s hand tighter as she seethed, dragging you down through the tunnels.

She stopped just before the two of you could run into a door, and let go of your hand. She tried opening it with no luck. Then she leaned her weapon against the doorframe to take off her pack. She handed you the torch, and you glanced around the tunnel nervously.

“What’s the plan, Mizu?” You asked, your hands beginning to shake. Was it fear? Adrenaline? You didn’t know. But every fiber of your body was screaming at you like this was a bad idea, and you couldn’t help but agree.

“Don’t really have one,” She shrugged, picking up her lock picking equipment and kneeling in front of the lock. Your heart pounded at her dry and casual admission that she didn’t have a plan to get through this death house, but you took a deep breath to compose yourself. It was already tense enough. “You’re kind of my secret weapon if everything goes to shit.”

“We should’ve talked about this on the way here,” You grumbled as the lock finally clicked. You took it as good news for a moment before the tunnels behind you began rumbling.

They burst full with water, and you pushed the torch back into her hands. You rushed to the door handle, and began to yank on it with all your strength. It was heavy. You could easily throw a shipping container, and this was hard and rusted for you to open.

It squeezed open a crack, but it was too late. Mizu and you were quickly knocked out as the rushing water slammed you both against the door harshly, and everything went black.

You recovered a bit quicker than Mizu did, but quickly swam back over to the door to continue your work while praying that you wouldn’t drown. It already felt as if your mask was waterboarding you, even though you chose that fabric that wouldn’t do that when you made it (if you got back home to your time, you were contacting the seller). You broke the lock after a brief moment of suffocation, pulling the door open and pushing Mizu through before following after her.

There was finally a place for you both to surface, right under a grate in what you guessed was a supply room. The both of you hacked water out your lungs, catching your breath.

You pushed the grate off, pulling yourself up with aching limbs before holding out your hand and pulling Mizu up with ease. The two of you panted for another minute before she turned to you, her usually cold, narrow eyes more round and almost puppy like.

“You okay?” She asked softly as you tugged off your mask and rung it out.

“Besides being practically waterboarded in this mask?” You coughed up some more water, and she patted your back. “Just peachy.”

She didn’t respond, opting to take off her roll and check what supplies she’d lost in the process of the water slammed into her. She’d lost a lot, still panting before she wiped the water off her face with the back of her hand. She rolled her pack back up and helped you to your feet.

Making your way up the floors of the castle proved to be more physically taxing than you’d originally expected. Although, Mizu could firmly admit now that she was jealous of your acrobatic skills after you flipped and dodged through the corridor after getting stabbed through the ankle at the last second.

Finally, the dust from that flower had worn off for you and you heard grunting coming from a cell farther back in the dungeon. You quickly made your way over with Mizu behind you, gasping at the sight of Taigen. He was beaten to a pulp, a heavily swollen eye, and skin pale. The most frail you’ve ever seen him.

You stayed on your feet to keep watch as Mizu kneeled down to check on him.

“Taigen.” She sighed in relief, a small smile on her face.

He grunts, bringing his hand up to brush against the wrapping on her neck. “That's...” He groans, “That's my scarf.”

“Are you real?”She asks quietly, and he raises a brow to the best of his ability.

“I think so.”

You kneel on the other side of Taigen, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Can you walk?” Taigen grunts as you help him sit up.

“Might be slow.”He grumbles, allowing you to sling his arm around your shoulders and haul him up. He was far lighter than the last time you’d seen him after leaving him in the forest, and the hero part of you couldn’t help but worry.

“Better than you being dead,” You huffed, shaking your head at Mizu when she tried to help. She had to focus. You could handle taking care of Taigen.

You help him hobble out of the cell, turning left to follow Mizu further down the corridor to the next door and flight of stairs.

The large man that had sought Mizu out for Heiji Shindo was looming in before the door at the other end of the hall at the top of the stairs, and you could only sit with Taigen and watch as she fought the man. You webbed up Taigen’s wounds as some form of pressure as Mizu launched herself back after stabbed the explosive into the man’s neck.

She landed a few feet away from you before the explosive activated, killing the man and knocking all of you out.

When you came to, you were acutely aware of the fact you were slowly sliding off the remaining rubble hanging over the edge of where a wall once was.

Coughing, you propped yourself up on your elbow as Mizu began to stir awake and took in your new surroundings. A sharp pain on the left side of your torso hit you, and you hissed in pain before looking down to see a large scrape that managed to tear some of your suit.

You attention quickly turned to your right when a groan rang out, you turned your head to see Taigen slowly falling off the ledge.

Before you could lunge for him yourself, she grabbed his wrist and slid off with him, not having the strength to keep them both on the ground.

“Mizu!” You shouted, more than ready to dive off the side to catch both of them. When you peered over the ledge, you almost let out a sob from the relief at the sight of Mizu dangling from her sword that was stabbed into the side of the building, holding Taigen in her other hand before pulling him onto her back.

You rolled off the ledge, crawling down the wall to them as Mizu gained her footing and gripped onto the crevices in the stone and yanked her sword out.

“Give me your hand,” She seemed reluctant, not wanting to put more physical stress onto you. Your eyes seemed rounded, almost puppy like as you asked again. “Please, Mizu. I can carry the both of you.”

She reluctantly placed her tired hand into your own, surprised by your strength as you easily lifted both of them onto your back the same way Mizu had done to Taigen. You gingerly took her sword, biting the dull end to hold it in your mouth, almost snarling as you scaled up the side of the castle.

Mizu watched in admiration, and almost adoringly at how tenacious and adamant you were. You were easily scaling the building with two bodies dangling from your shoulders, and you were doing all of it just to help her. No one had ever been there for her the way you have (besides sword father), in just a few months as well.

You had found a small, wider ledge to pull yourself onto. You placed your elbow on the ledge and pulled yourself up, panting softly as you gazed in through the window. A small army of guards was grouped behind a door, waiting for the three of you, you guessed. Your spider sense rang in your ears and you grunted, turning your head back to Mizu.

“Hold on,” You grunted, shooting a hand out to spray a web to the top of the window. You yanked yourself up the web, internally thinking about how easily you did this back home. But you made it over the window just as a guard looked back, seeming to have heard you, but not seeing anything.

After finally reaching the room that Fowler resided in, the both of you watched from below a window as one of the lords stood in front of it. Mizu gingerly removed her sword from her mouth, raising her arm to throw it.

“After he starts to drop, throw Taigen in.” She rasped in your ear, and you nodded, not being able to stop the goosebumps that quickly covered your body from the warm breath on your neck.

It all happened quicker than you could really comprehend; Mizu stabbing the lord, throwing Taigen into the room, and launching her from your shoulders into the room. You followed after quickly, the sight of your spider-suit earning strange glares from the lords.

“Abijah Fowler!” Mizu shouted, holding her sword out and ready. “Where is he?” She wandered over to the table with you right behind her, gazing down at a sheet of paper with what seemed to be a war plan and a map of Edo.

Mizu quickly turned as one of the lords struck his sword at her, backing up into you to make sure you weren’t hit. When she struck back, the dull edge of her blade resting against the fat of his neck before lifting her leg up and kicking him back. He landed on the wooden floor with a harsh thud, making you wince.

The click of a gun cocking and the trigger being pulled registered in your head before she could notice it.

You launched yourself over the table at the much larger body; Fowler. Shooting a web on either side of him, you yanked yourself at him as he fired. You let out a shout as your foot made solid contact with his cheek, knocking him back as Mizu’s blade broke, the bullet tearing through her shoulder.

You scrambled onto your feet to sprint back to Mizu as Fowler lifted his head, rubbing his jaw with an unnerving smile.

“Now, what are you?”

Mizu whimpered as she held the shoulder where the bullet entered before looking at her broken blade mournfully. You quickly moved her hands, checking the other side of her shoulder to see if the bullet went through; you really didn’t want to dig one out of her. Thankfully it did, and you quickly webbed up the injury as Abijah stood, grabbed a brush to shove down the barrel of his gun.

“You see?” He states to Heiji, using his gun to push the man’s sword down as they watched you and Mizu. “No one murders so well as the British. It’s our number one export.”

Mizu growled at the man before lunging at him with her broken blade, but he quickly raises his gun and wacks her back, throwing her into the wall. Your breath hitched before you raised your eyes to face him, a rage bubbling in your stomach that hadn’t ever been before. It was new, and foreign, and dark.

But Mizu said you shouldn’t run from the dark.

“Look at you..” Abijah mocked, “No ones ever made it up half this far before.”

You let out a cry as you sprinted forward. He tried to pull the same move on you but you ducked under, kicking him square in the chest and sending him a few feet back. He kept his footing as he rose again, looking square into your eyes. Your nose scrunched under the mask.

“And you,” He squinted, watching as your shoulders rose and fell heavily with your pants. “I’ve never seen one like you…what are you?” He noticed the spider emblem on your suit and smiled in amusement. “Little spider?”

You remained silent before charging again as Mizu regained herself, and you were too caught up in your anger and attacking the man to notice his large hand coming up to grip your neck.

He dangled you off the ground, watching with a smile as you became more panic. It quickly stilled your movements, your hands beginning to shake as you clawed at his hand. His hand squeezed your throat tighter and you wheezed in his grip.

He wriggled a thumb under your mask and ripped it off, scoffing in amusement.

“Strong little thing, aren’t ya?” He commented, running his thumb over your jawline.

You spit in his face, mustering up the harshest glare you could must as his expression turned to anger.

“Fuck you,”

“Oh, darling,” He laughed, and before you could really process, his gun raised to your stomach and he shot you in the side.

Mizu watched in terror as you screamed. It was nightmarish. The most gut wrenching scream she’d ever heard, and she was sure it was just tattooed onto the inner most parts of her brain. She had been told of your past injuries when she helped you bind your chest, her hand gently running all your scars, but she never imagined that she’d be responsible for another one. Even if it wasn’t by her hands.

He tossed you over near Taigen like you were a rag doll, making your vision spotty as Mizu shouted again, but it barely registered in your head as a fight broke out and he began pummeling Mizu. Taigen had jumped in what you heard, and Fowler was beating him to a pulp above you.

Before you knew it, the three of you were soaring — no… falling, out of the window you’d arrived in, into the freezing water dozens of stories below.

——————

You felt warm.

Were you home?

No… the bedding beneath you was too stiff.

Groaning, you attempted to come to a sitting position before the familiar touch of a stub came to rest on your chest.

“Stay down,”

You opened your eyes softly, letting a smile rest on your lips at the sight of Ringo hovering above you with a wet rag. When he turned back to place the rag on your stomach, he noticed your smile, and returned it with a brighter one.

“I’m glad you’re alright,” You smiled up at him, wincing at the sharp pain as the ragged soaked the water through your wound. “Did you get the bullet out?”

“Mizu did,” He replied, his smile dropping at the topic of your mutual friend. Well, once mutual friend. “It was hard for her though. Almost made me feel bad.”

You raised an eyebrow before sighing, “Let’s not talk about that right now, ‘kay?” You raised a hand and pinched the bridge of your nose. Their beef was not yours, and while you did want them to talk it out and at least make up, you weren’t going to stick your nose where it didn’t belong. He nodded hesitantly, helping you sit up and tie on a haori over your chest bindings. “Where are we?” You asked, looking around the room.

“Master Eiji’s.”

“This is the place?” You glanced around more attentively now, after finding out you were in the house of the man that had taken Mizu under his wing. You had a weird urge to hug him, but you knew that was probably inappropriate. “Huh..”

“I made you medicine,” He interrupted your thoughts and handed you a warm bowl and rose to his feet. “I’ll be just outside. Call if you need me.”

You nodded, not bothering to watch him leave before digging in. You were starving. You probably ate it faster than you were supposed to, but it tasted good and helped you feel good. You crawled over to where the other dirty dishes were stacked, placing your bowl on top. You figured you’d ask Ringo to help wash them once you found Mizu.

It was nearing the middle of the day when you stepped outside, squinting at the sudden bright light before you began wandering into the forest. If she wasn’t at Eiji’s, she was probably doing something out there. You were surprised to see her stacking rocks atop each other from the edge of the clearing, but didn’t hesitate to keep approaching.

“What are you making?”

Mizu jumped at the sound of your voice, clearly too in the zone to notice that your footsteps were loud enough for her to hear for once. At the sight of you, she dropped the rock she gripped tightly in her hands in favor of running over to you and engulfing you in a hug.

You were stunned. Sure, skinship had become a common occurrence in your relationship with Mizu, but it’d never gotten to hugging. 'Figures. Only I’d have a situationship where we’ve kissed each other before hugging,’ You thought to yourself as you gripped onto the back of Mizu’s haori while she silently cried into your hair, holding the back of your head and shoulders like you could slip away at any second.

“Don’t ever do that again,” She scolded while pulling away, placing her hands on either side of your face. She squished your face, causing you to chuckle softly before looking up at her.

Her eyes were soft, round… she’d never looked at you this softly. At least, not while you were looking according to Taigen and Ringo. She almost looked like a kicked puppy from the amount of guilt in her eyes.

“I never should have brought you with,” She whispered, letting one hand fall to your shoulder while the other rested over the gunshot wound on your stomach with a featherlight touch. She was almost scared that she’d break you if she was any more rough. “Then you would’ve been safe with Ringo and…” She sighed shakily, dropping to her knees and resting her forehead against your navel.

Your breath hitched as her hands slid down your sides to grip the tops of your hips with shaky hands.

“and you wouldn’t have almost died because of me. You wouldn’t have another scar because of me.” She almost whimpered it out, hands gripping your hips tighter as she looked up at you. “I can’t lose you.”

Her stunning eyes held the words she couldn’t muster up the courage to say herself, and your cheeks heated up immensely before you kneeled with her, your hands coming to rest on her arms. As you gently caressed the taut muscles, you swallowed the lump in your throat as your hands came to rest on either side of her face.

“You won’t,” You whisper surely, thumbs coming up to catch her tears before they could trail down her cheeks. “I won’t let that happen, and neither will you. We’re too stubborn to die.” You smile, watching her mouth as she does the same. “And I’m too stubborn to let you push me away when I know you feel the same now.”

Mizu huffs out a soft laugh, “Was I that obvious?”

“Eh,” You shrugged, doing a so-so hand motion. “I heard it all the time from Ringo and the bozo, but never really believed it until now. Your eyes are very expressive.”

Mizu chuckles, but it’s cut off when you pull her lips down to yours. Her eyes widen before she lets herself melt into you and your sweet lips, a smile tugging on her lips as her hands grip your haori and pull her closer. You gasped at the sudden gentle yank, and she took her opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth.

Reluctantly, after a few more moments you pulled away with a grin, running a thumb over her now swollen lower lip. Your attention turned behind you to what seemed to be a firepit.

“What are you making?”

Mizu turns her head to see where you’re looking before standing, helping you up to your feet again. Her hand doesn’t leave yours as she begins explaining, and you’re glad. You don’t want to let go of her.

She explains that she’s going to attempt to melt and reforge her sword, since sword father had no steel for her. You listen attentively, barely willing to let her go as she goes over to pick up the rock she dropped and place it in the right spot on the growing wall. She seems optimistic, in a sense as you cross your arms over your chest and watch her work.

“It’ll work,” She grumbles, mostly to herself, as if she’s trying to convince herself – to will it into existence, but there’s still doubt there. You catch it, frowning before taking a stone off the cart to help her. When you place it down, she looks up at you with a surprised expression.

“It’ll work,” You smile, “And I’ll be here to help with whatever you need.”

#mizu x reader #reader x mizu #mizu x you #you x mizu #blue eye samurai x reader #blue eye samurai imagines #blue eye samurai fanfiction #mizu blue eye samurai #zoe's works #my works

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forthelostones · 5 months

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𝚙𝚝.𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎; 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 ─── ⋆

⟡⋆˙୨ᥫ᭡. 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚞 - 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎!𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ᥫ᭡.୧⋆˙⟡

synopsis: abby was a woman whose presence was becoming deeply irresistible to you. in your final year of nursing school, you toil with the idea of pursuing her — ruin what you have or enjoy what’s in front of you?

warnings. 18+ (mdni); sub!abby (eventually), mini slow burn, suggestive language, jealousy, nora & ellie ft, smoking/drinking, mentions of parental death, nickname: dummy, and modern au - pre-established relation.

an: hi everyone, i appreciate you all sooo soo much. happy friday... it's getting real! x

(no y/n)

wc: 3.9k

You raise your leg up the side of her body, and she takes her right arm and hoists that leg up farther, then the other one following with ease. Now your back is against the wall and pulling her in closer with your thighs around her torso. The filthy smacking noises coming from your mouths drove Abby insane and she didn’t care how sloppy she was. The dribbles on your chin and occasionally playfully biting your bottom lip were all her way of communicating how long she waited for this. She pulls away, placing you back on the ground, with a thread of salvia bridging between you, and staring at you drunk off the taste of your mouth. It didn’t shock you how greedy Abby became just now, in fact, it turned you on even more. “You’re so needy.” You twit.

“Sorry, was that too much.” She steps back wiping her chin.

“No Abby, it wasn’t. I know how desperate you are.” You wrap your hands around her waist and plant a gentle kiss on her neck.

“Oh, so it was too much.” She blushed.

“No,” you peck. “I like this side of you.”

Abby closed her eyes as your hot mouth pressed against her feverish skin. She gulped her moans towards the back of her throat and pushed out grunts instead with her hands grasping onto the ridges of your top. Your tongue dips down to brush her collarbones, and while you begin to suckle her sweet skin she prays that you won’t stop.

You trail your hands to her stomach, running your index finger between her skin and the band of her pants. She held her breath as you began to unbutton her slacks, your lips not breaking contact while undoing her zipper. You knew you were as eager as her, but wanted her to beg. Your hand cups her cunt that was glued to her soaked panties and she whimpers as she slams both her hands on the wall behind you.

“Please.” She whispers.

Her clit was pressed against the edge of your fingers, engorged and prodding through the fabric. She began to grind attempting to reach for more of your touch. Your lips find each other again but this time you’re taking the lead and unhurried, making her feel every inch of your desire.

Abby could easily throw you over her shoulder and take you to bed but she doesn’t because her mind is tipsy with disbelief and gratification. “Abby?”

“Y—yes?”

You lace your fingers in hers and walk into the bedroom that is flowery with her scent. You didn’t have to imagine anymore, she was right here and waiting for you. She flicks her desk lamp and sits on the bottom of her bed, she watches you close the door, anxiously bouncing her leg. You hadn’t been in her room before, only peered inside but you now noticed the mirror on her closet doors. She rested on her palms and spread her legs open, beckoning you. You straddle her lap and push her hair over her shoulders just before wrapping your hands around her neck and kissing her again.

“Should I turn the lights off?” She interrupted.

“Why?”

She glanced at the mirror behind you then back into your eyes. “I dunno.”

“Just focus on me.” You guide her hands to your ass.

She bucked her hips upwards, pressing against your cunt. Her mouth found itself leeched onto your neck, sucking the spot under your earlobe without consideration of the aftermath. Abby wasn’t naive, she knew what she was doing, and she wanted Ellie to see her work tomorrow. She trailed down to the peak of your cleavage and tilted you for a better angle. You throw your head back and wince at her teeth pressing into your skin.

In one swift motion, you were now underneath her with your legs still around her body. She has as a haughty grin on her face as to say, I know… I’m great. She lifts up your top to expose your paper-thin, lace bra. Abby scuffs at how sexy you look right now, your nipples poking through the material, the bite marks on your neck turning, and your body against hers.

Her palm rests on your right breast and carefully massages it — her palm brushing against your nipple, making it pert. Her eyes were gulping in every detail of your body and the way it reacts to her touch.

“Wanna taste them?” You invite.

Abby nods and helps you remove your top and bra making your breast spill out, and the relief felt good but she didn’t hesitate to start sucking. She roughly buried her nose into the fat of your tit and lapped your nipple into her mouth. You pushed her hair back to watch her jaws concave around the bud. Abby’s groans were hoarse and loud exciting you more, but her eyes were shut tight.

“Look at me.”

Your demand made her tremble and she complied because she would do anything you said. Her eyes were glazed over with lust as they locked with yours. She felt her stomach flutter from your gaze, but it didn’t stop her from doing her job. Her left hand comes up to your mouth, thumb brushing your lips, waiting for entry, and you comply. She toys your mouth open then sticks her index and middle finger inside your mouth. You latch onto her wide fingers and allow your spit to lather them. After, she brings it to your other nipple and flicks it in rhythm with her tongue. It feels so good and you can’t help but arch your back, begging for more.

“Abby.” You moan and her pussy tightens.

Your hands are busy reaching for any part of her so you slide your hand back into her unbuttoned pants and motivate her to take them off. She pulls away from your bruised breasts to stand up quickly and remove them. Before she could take her panties off you drag her back onto the mattress. You sit on your knees between her legs and spreads them to see how her pussy swallowed her underwear. Abby’s breath hitched as the cold air mixed with her wetness.

“You’re so pretty.” You say.

“Shut up.” She reddened.

“You are and I bet this pussy is just as pretty.”

You loop your fingers onto her underwear and pull them off without hurry as she squirms underneath you. You peel them away from her slick to be met with her lips pasted together. You began to leave bites on the inner parts of her thigh. They were solid and bulging with veins that accentuated the definition on them. Her muscles flexed with every dig of your teeth accompanied by a pleasured sigh once your mouth would soothe it after. Your kisses became feather-light as you traveled to the crease of her pelvis. You place your lips and tongue on the crevice and start making out with it as if it were her pussy.

“Ah, please.” She cried.

So you obliged by blowing hot air onto the tip of her clit and she twitches at the sensation.

“Fuck.” Her hand comes and shoves your face into her cunt.

Her legs widen and force her clit between your lips and you wrap them around it eagerly. You pull her clit into your mouth and watch her body contort while her hands were tied into your hair. Her moans seemed to vibrate the walls and you couldn’t believe such soprano sounds were leaving her mouth. You lap up her arousal and show her the remnants around your face. You press your lips together and spit on her pussy which elicits an obscene howl from Abby, body convulsing and head thrown back.

“Go to the edge of the bed and lay on your stomach.”

Abby looked at you through the reflection in the mirror, ass in the air, ready to be fucked. You plant a hard slap on her ass that makes her skin fervid and her body jolt forward in shock. Her pussy is twitching, leaking with your saliva and so swollen in this position.

“Want me to fuck you?” You tap the sticky surface.

“I—I do.”

“Then beg me.”

Abby was reluctant at first but when you slapped her cunt again she knew she needed to so she could feel some relief. “Fuck me please, I need to feel you inside of me.”

A harder slap and your name was sloppy on her lips.

“Ah, please I need to come, let me come baby.”

Abby knew that would send you over the edge and it worked. You rub your fingers between her lips and watch them bloom open to reveal her pink aching hole. Slipping in one finger was enough to make her clench around it and mewl.

“More, I need more please.”

A second finger enters her and arches deeper into the mattress watching your tits jiggle as you sink deeper inside of her. She gripped so hard it made it difficult to move your fingers, so you pet the spongey part of her cunt. “You feel so good, Abby.”

“Yea?” She panted.

“Look at you,” you smile in the mirror. “Taking my fingers so well.”

She couldn’t even reply because the clapping of your hand against her ass was making her numb. You stack your ring finger onto the other two and gently enter it inside her.

“Gaahhh, fuck!”

“Cum for me Abby, be good and make me happy.”

Abby was so close that she started fucking your fingers.

“That’s right, good job.”

Shockwaves attack her body, forcing her over the edge of the bed, sighing in painful pleasure. Once she comes over the edge, you remove your fingers with a pop and she hangs there with a temporary gape in her pussy. She sits up weakly and finds you slurping her cum from your hand and wrist.

“Guess it’s my turn now.” She smirks and lays you on your back.

part two. -ˋˏજ⁀➴

The sun filtered through the clouds. Abby’s hot body was emanating beside you, blonde ringlets on her face, and enveloped in the sheer top sheet. You pick up your phone and see it’s not even 7 yet and sigh at your internal clock. Abby’s head is heavy on the pillow beside you and you roll over to meet her face, surprised she isn’t awake yet, you brush her hair away and kiss her forehead.

You slip into her arms with your body covered with hers and she pulls you in closer. You feel your belly jump as she rests her hand on your hip. You go back to your phone to turn DND off to see if you received any messages from your family, but there were none, only ones from Ellie. You turn down your brightness and open your texts to see a photo of her from last night. She was lying in bed, topless and her hand down the front of her red and blue checkered boxers.

So ready to see you.

Abby pressed into you and you clicked your phone off to be met with her sleepy kisses.

“Rise and shine, Dummy.” Her voice was deep with rasp.

“Hi,” you roll over. “Good morning.”

She plants a kiss on your lips as another notification rolls off your phone’s speaker. Abby shifts away as you retrieve your phone and makes it obvious she doesn’t want to invade your privacy. But she knew it was Ellie.

Hey, was the picture too much?

no, you’re perfect.

I couldn’t help but moan your name last night when I took it. It’s a live photo…

didn’t know you needed me that much Els.

I do.

I’m here at the store with Dina grabbing some stuff, idk what you and Abby like.

Abby’s hand was just beneath your belly button, slipping closer to your pussy that was still damp from the night before. Another message.

What about this?

It was a photo of a bottle of white wine but you couldn’t muster up a reply while Abby made circles on your clit. She needed your attention back on her.

Or if you don't like that one, how about that.

Abby’s head was now under the covers, her tongue swiping up and down your lips. The ringtone for a call startled you, Ellie’s name appeared. How long had you waited to reply to her text? You let it ring, but it goes again.

You have to pick up.

“Ellie.” You say, making Abby’s ears perk up.

“Good morning. Your voice sounds so hot.” She whisper.

“A—ah. Yea what’s up sorry.”

Abby takes both her hands to spread you open and expose your eager clit.

“Just at the store and wanted to know what you and Abby liked to drink. I hope it’s nothing sophisticated,” she laughed.

The tip of her tongue was becoming one with your pussy now.

“Well, we like— well I knnnow she likes, fu—“

“You okay?”

“Yea just accidentally … bit my tongue.” You sigh as Abby finally stops.

“Ouch, what were you saying?”

“Hi Ellie!” Abby says, peaking her head from under the blanket.

You push her head down and groan.

“Was that Abby? Tell her I said what’s up. You two are up early today.”

Her voice quivered a little after making the observation.

“Nursing students never stop, even on break. Uh Ellie, honestly it doesn’t matter just thinking of us was enough.”

There's an us, Abby thought.

“Okay, you know I just wanted to hear your voice. We really haven’t hung out.”

“Well we are tonight so don’t think too hard about it.”

“You always know the right things to say. I’ll leave you two to study.” Her voice softened, and suddenly you hardened with guilt.

After saying goodbye you look at Abby who is resting between your legs with a smirk on her face, drawing circles on your skin.

“You can be such an asshole, do you know that?” You spit.

Abby didn’t like hearing you say that word but she knew she deserved it.

She lifts herself up, chest naked and nipples hard. “What’d I do?”

“Are you gonna play nice with Ellie or be like this the whole time?”

“I was playing nice, I literally said hello to her, what do you want from me?”

You blinked your eyes vigorously and held your head. She had opened her legs slightly, exposing her pinkness to you. She did say hello.

“It’s just, I don’t know.”

Her hand comes between her thighs and she starts stroking her clit without breaking eye contact. “Did I do something wrong? Was I being bad or something?”

“No. Well, a little.”

She arched her back and fully spread her legs, she was already dripping. As you stood up to leave she moaned your name and you froze.

“Abby come on let’s shower.”

“Do you know how many nights I came to the thought of you?”

You cover your chest and tighten your thighs together.

“Most nights I would try and be so loud so you could hear me. Did you ever hear me?” She asked.

“No. I didn’t, now come on.”

“I came over and over. This one time I even soaked my sheets imagining…”

She closes her legs and turns around to face you.

“Tell me.”

She leans in and whispers. “That my toy was your strap.”

It leaves you wrecked as she bumps into you to go turn on the shower in the bathroom.

What should’ve been a thirty-minute shower turned into an hour-long angry make-out session. Abby handed you a towel as your wet feet slapped against her bathroom tile. You wipe the steam off the mirror to see your body spotted in bruises.

“Abigail,” you gasp in disbelief.

“What?” She says behind you drying her wet hair between the towel.

“Look at me!" You say, gesturing to your chest and neck.

There were heavy circles around your cleavage area, one large mark under your ear, and a few more on your bottom half. She comes around in front of you and admires her work.

“I think you look great.” She smiled stupidly.

You roll your eyes and walk into her bedroom trailing water.

“Are you mad at me?” She asked.

You pick up the bits of your clothes that found their way onto the floor.

“Abby I’m not mad. It’s just you know I’m also seeing someone else and it can get complicated.”

“It’s already complicated and so what I like you too, she’ll just have to deal with it.”

You slip on your top and pants with nothing underneath. Abby shuffled through her closet and her throat tightened. She knew you wouldn’t pick her the way that she’d pick you.

“Abby. Abby,” you turn her around. “I like you okay? That’s all you need to worry about.”

You kiss her and she accepts it even though she’s upset with you. It didn’t matter, you could do and say anything and she’d still like you too.

“I’ll see you later, come over whenever you like okay?”

Her cheek brushed your hand and she rested there like that. She walks you to the door and gives you a kiss on the cheek before you go.

“What if I don't want to be apart from you right now?” She says.

—

Abby insisted that you two shouldn’t show up to Ellie’s empty-handed, so you stood in the middle of a really busy grocery store.

“I mean she was picking out wine earlier.” You explain.

“Okay, well let’s go get some meat and cheese then.” She suggested.

Abby walked with such determination through the store, slipping and sliding between people with last-minute lists. Abby began interrogating the clerk in the charcuterie section when a familiar voice called her name.

“Abby,” Nora said. “Oh shit, look who is it.”

Nora turns to you and gives you a slight side hug and then crosses her arms. Abby looks at her and awkwardly waves in her direction. “I would’ve thought you’d been back in Seattle for the holiday.”

“Not this year. How have you been?” She asked.

“Good, better if I would’ve gotten a text back.” Nora scuffs her shoes on the linoleum playfully.

“Sorry, you know how nursing is. We barely get a chance to breathe.”

“No I get it, I’m not mad. Could never get upset at that pretty face.”

You sigh just a little louder than you should’ve and Nora cuts her eyes over to you.

“Well, I see you guys are busy so… Anderson, keep me in the loop.” She smirks.

Once she’s out of earshot you say, “Yuck.”

“That was weird wasn’t it?” Abby agrees.

“Just a little.”

Abby paid for the items and then you were on your way to Ellie’s house. When you had a moment away from Abby while getting ready, you played the live photo she sent. Now that’s all you could think about, how she moaned your name in between the sweet noises of her pussy. It was painfully delicious to see and hear. Abby parked the car on the street and carried the bags behind you, the door was open and music was blaring from a speaker in the living room. Ellie was over at the dining table arranging fall garland in between pinecones, looking extremely out of place. You walk over to her and place a hand on her shoulder, she looks at you and forgets about everything that isn’t your lips. Abby watched Ellie take you into her arms and dip you slightly to get her tongue to fall better into your mouth.

“I missed you so much.” Ellie groaned in your ear.

“Abby and I brought a little appetizer.”

“Oh Abby, hey.” They shook hands awkwardly.

“Good to see you again, Ellie.” Abby said dryly.

“Yea.”

“If you had a wooden chopping board or even plates could—“

“Don’t even worry about it,” she said taking the bags away from her. “Just get comfortable, I got cider and Prosecco, I’ll bring it out.”

Ellie was smiling more than usual, maybe to hide her irritation with Abby walking into her house and acting so stuck up, but so far, it was actually going fine. You sit on the couch, careful not to sit on any of Dina’s stuffed animals and Abby sits in the armchair just beside you, she thought it best to keep her distance.

Ellie brings out three glasses of cider and Prosecco and cuddles up to you on the couch.

“I’m supposed to be helping Jesse and Dina cook but I needed a break. She had me doing the stupid decorations because I guess I’m not a good chef or whatever.” Ellie laughs.

Abby notices how she intentionally presses her legs to yours and drums her fingers on your kneecap. She wondered if you felt the same tingles with Ellie that you did with her. She downs her drink in one gulp and requests more.

“Oh, I’ll be back.” Ellie says.

You shoot a glance over to Abby.

“What I’m thirsty?” She shrugs.

Dinner went well even though Abby spoke over Ellie most of the time and tried to flex her knowledge. Abby felt herself slipping farther and farther away from you with each drink she took. She started to realize that she shouldn't have come to fulfill your pity invite. Dina suggested we all go out to a local bar before we parted ways for the long weekend, and she reluctantly tagged along.

Outside you saw Abby walk slowly towards Ellie's car, almost as if she could see the outcome of the events about to transpire. “Abby, come on!” Ellie yelled.

You were perched between Ellie and Abby, tucked under a hightop bar, sipping a cocktail trying to ignore the feeling of both of their hands on you. Abby was rubbing your thigh while digging her nails into your skin, reminding you of the way she did last night when she—

“Is your drink good?” Ellie questions.

“It is, you wanna try it?"

You hadn’t really spoken to Abby since you got to the bar and she was fuming and on the verge of being drunk. Ellie wraps her lips around the straw and peers up at you just before she lays her mouth on yours. Her tongue tastes like bitter cranberry. She pulls away and smirks, “I like that.”

She turns to talk to Jesse and it gives you an opportunity to check in on Abby.

“Oh hey,” she says. “That was cute.”

“Is there a reason your hand is almost inside of me right now?” You ask in a whisper. You draped your scarf over your lap like a blanket, concealing Abby's curious hands.

“A bad habit, I can stop if you want, but we both know you don’t want me to.” Her hand was now fully cupping your pussy that was throbbing behind your jeans.

You flutter your eyes and rock your hips back and forth on her palm. Ellie turns to you and kisses your cheek, taking you out of the world of Abby. “You look beautiful tonight, I just feel like we haven’t talked much.”

Abby moves her hand back to her glass. “Yeah, we’ve been drowning.” She interjects.

“You and Abby spend a lot of time studying huh?”

The way she said studying implied that we weren’t.

“No one else in our class really cares as much as we do so, yeah we do study a lot.”

Your tone came off to be so defensive so you tried to smile your way through it.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” she admits. “I like you, just in case that wasn’t clear.”

Abby took another sip to hide her twisted-up face.

You gulp and nod softly, leaning in for a kiss. “I’m going to go to the bathroom.”

You left your scarf to fall to the ground and pushed through the bathroom door. Your mind was clouded with both thoughts of Ellie and Abby, and how you were responsible for your choices.

A heavy knock at the door frightened you into a yelp. The handle turned and Abby appeared with a peachy face and low, welted eyes. She stalks over to you and kisses you, her lips tasting like a few too many shots of rum. You kiss her back, slightly regretting it. Her hand slid up your thigh, squeezing it with a painful power.

“Abby, can we not right now.” You sigh.

She steps away with disbelief ablaze on her face, eyes clouding. “What? Scared your girlfriend is gonna find out?”

“Abby." Your voice became weak with emotion.

Abby brushes under her eyes, to avoid a spill.

"Hm?" She grunts, raising her brow as to say, Answer me.

"She's not my girlfriend and neither are you."

She leans against the door, nodding her head, absorbing your words, wishing she realized earlier what a mistake this all was. Not just tonight, but everything — you and her.

You walk towards the door where her body is blocking your freedom. "Tonight, when you fuck her, try not to think about me too much." She spat, slipping out the door, and slamming it in your face.

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wip wednesday :D

HAPPY WEDNESDAY PEOPLE! this *might* be the earliest I have ever been for one of these..... which is fair given how atrociously LATE I've been the last two weeks jshdjksh

I'm trying to catch up on tags so I'll put them beneath the cut, along with the snippet I'm sharing to make up for the last line, six sentence sunday, AND wip wednesday tags. so, if you're tagged, I'm pulling an uno reverse and tagging you BACK again (pls tell me this makes sense it is 2am here ksjhdskjhd) ANYWAY THANK YOU ALL I ADORE YOU AND YOUR LOVELY WORDS AND THANK YOU ALWAYS FOR THINKING OF ME! xx

this snippet is from yet another new wip and is of the omegaverse / a/b/o variety, so if that's not your thing please feel free to skip and come back next week!

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Alex doesn’t look all that much different even a couple of years later, still just as paradoxical as he’s always been— fearlessly confident and yet frenetically, undeniably unsettled. Pez had made a joke once that being around Alex was like touching static electricity, hair standing on end and shocks dancing along fingertips. Henry, for all his distaste, might be inclined to agree.

He watches as Alex strikes up a conversation with a pretty blonde woman at the bar beside him, can make out the curve of his grin and just barely hear the tones of his laugh from across the room. For a few minutes it seems like things are going well, but then the woman shakes her head with a muted smile and backs away, eventually disappearing into another group on the other side of the floor.

Henry’s second drink is empty by the time two others have come and gone, a taller man that Alex had approached himself and another person who’d come up to him to chat afterward. Despite Alex actively engaging in the conversations, Henry watches each of them leave after a few minutes like clockwork, glances down at his own wrist and knows the feeling.

After the third person excuses themselves, the confident line of Alex’s shoulders gradually begins to fade, curling in on himself just a little as he stirs the ice around in his drink with his straw. He’s raising it to his mouth, about to take a sip when he glances up to scan the room again and his eyes finally land on Henry.

He pauses, his mouth split open and drink still hovering in front of him as his cheeks and the sides of his neck darken lightly. Henry doesn’t look away. Alex does though, and he furrows a brow at the floor as if warring with himself before his eyes flick back up again, questioning.

Henry doesn’t break the contact as he steps sideways and slides into an unoccupied velvet, half-circled booth, the seat opposite him noticeably vacant. Alex’s chest rises and falls again as he takes yet another steadying breath, squeezes his eyes shut, then spins and marches over, crossing the floor and dropping down across from Henry sans the welcoming smile he'd offered everyone else.

“Alex,” Henry says in greeting.

He blinks, grumbling. “Henry.”

Clearing his throat, Henry leans back and spreads his knees just a bit underneath the table, leaving his wrist out openly on the table between them beside his drink. It’s obvious when Alex tries not to look, even more so when he does, the column of his throat shifting in the low light.

Then, carefully, Alex draws one hand out of his own lap to rest it at the edge of the table, the angle drawing his sleeve up just enough to expose the bands he’s chosen.

Alpha, which Henry’d been expecting, and Submissive, which he very much had not.

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YANDERE! BATFAM W/ MILES MORALES (BUT MAKE IT GENDER NEUTRAL)! READER

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] [PREVIOUS CHAPTER ]

GENERAL CW/TW: Spoilers for Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse. Typical Yandere themes of stalking, violence, and whatnot.

PART SPECIFIC CW/TW: Soft, awfully wholesome scene with your father. Like seriously it’s like the third time I watched the whole movie but this particular scene still breaks me

current status: unedited

summary: you get replaced by peter last minute as the one that plugs in the goober. but you won’t let that happen. not when he still has a whole life to get back to.

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WHAT’S UP DANGER

( PART FOUR )

“Aye, Getting old they doubted us, makes it that more marvelous. Sign ‘em up cause I’m on this vibes and I get synonymous.

What’s up, danger?

Aye, don’t be a stranger!”

Look, because of the Spiderman: Miles Morales game I’m a bit biased.

I don’t want uncle Aaron to die damn it. But yeah the Prowler does exist and you have been keeping contact with him.

But for the sake of keeping the dude alive though he’ll only physically come in act 2 of this series, we gucci?

Although this means you lose a lot of the development Miles gets from his death. I’ll try my best to make the events as natural as possible

Anyways, you come back to the spider gang hanging out at Jason and Roy’s apartment.

The gang essentially jumpscares you (thank god for spider sense) with a suit of your own.

Except it was one size too big.

And there were holes at the eye sockets for you to actually see through.

“Ehrm . . . Thanks ?”

“You don’t gotta pretend you like it, kid.”

“Ahaha…”

“It’ll fit eventually.”

You begin sweating quite a bit. Something felt so off here.

You notice that Jason was looking straight at you.

Which I mean, anyone would be m e l t i n g if someone like Red Hood was staring right at them so it’s a miracle you aren’t a puddle at the moment.

Perhaps it’s cause you spent so much time with your crush, Gwen, that you’ve pretty much gotten used to hot people looking at you directly.

Still, you turn away and hide your face. Utterly clueless as to how react in this type of situation.

The relatively peaceful circumstance doesn’t last long as everyone’s spider sense is alerted and the door bell rings. A mechanical tentacle shoots through the lock, completely shattering it.

“Cute place. Real homey.”

Oh great, it’s Liv.

“Get out of here, kid.”

“For the last time I’m a legal adult—“

“Mira todas estas arañitas. (Well, look at these little spiders.)”

Two more of Kingpin’s men show up, Tombstone and Scorpion.

God, fucking damn it—

Olivia spots the new flashdrive Peni made around Peter’s neck and grins.

“Oh, I think I’ll be taking that.”

You hold in your attraction to the woman and duck as a fight ensues.

Scorpion takes notice of you.

“Niñito dale. (Go ahead, little one.)”

“Prepárate a morir (Prepare to die) — Ah, man stupid pillows!”

Before you could get your body bashed in by the cyborg, Red Hood takes a shot his tail just in time.

“You good?”

“Y-yeah.”

Your spider senses were all over the place just like with Damian. What is it with black haired hot guys and their danger levels-

You manage to slip away, flashdrive in hand, courtesy of invisibility finally working in your favor.

“All vehicles in the area we have a disturbance involving multiple spider . . . people ?”

“On my way.”

Dick wasn’t the type to spend Christmas in Gotham.

But the tone of his brother’s voice — how broken and desperate it was — alarmed him.

It seemed that his baby brother finally fell in love.

It was about time really.

Although he was terribly curious as to who the person the Damian Wayne had fallen for.

You couldn’t just be a normal student from school right?

He finds around the scene looking terrified and scared.

A perfect opportunity to get to know you a little better.

“You alright there citizen?”

“Huh? Yeah I’m fine.”

“You seem pretty calm despite being in a police car and all.”

“My dad’s a cop. He gives me rides in one plenty of times.”

“Jefferson Davis, right?”

“You know him?”

“Well, it’s hard not knowing the guy who’s been looking all over for you. He spread the news to several police departments.”

“That . . . sounds a lot like him . . . “

“You don’t have to worry. I won’t tell him where you are. You need some space, right?”

“Right.”

Nothing outstanding so far. You were cute albeit awkward. But he could see that you were going through things at the moment. Early adulthood is a bitch after all.

You kept quiet most of the ride.

You were so distracted that you didn’t even question how he knew what school you went to and the location of your dorms.

“Hey, I’m a little curious, why don’t you have his last name? Family problems?”

“No, it’s something with my grandfather. I don’t think it’s within my place to share.”

“Well alright.”

You two arrive at your dormitory and you make sure to give the place a good old scan just in case you were getting followed.

“I’ll see ya when I see ya, [Y/N]. Give me a call if you ever need help.”

“Got ya.”

You realize that you don’t even know the man’s name much less a way to contact him.

But as you look back, the car he was in had already driven away.

Time wasn’t going to wait for you.

You knew that. You were trying your darn hardest to chase after it.

But you weren’t fast enough.

“[Y/N]. We came to say goodbye.”

“Goodbye? We can say goodbye at the collider.”

“You’re not getting it. You’re staying here.”

“I need to be there, so you can all go home.”

“They are going home [Y/N]. I’m the only one staying.”

“You’re taking my place.”

Your voice trembled as you say those words. And unbeknownst to you, Jason (and to be fair the rest of the spider-people are out there eavesdropping too) shivered as he heard your words.

“If you stay here you’ll die.”

“I’m doing what needs to be done. I just wanted you to hear it from me.”

“What about MJ?”

“Not everything works out, kid. I need the goober.”

“That’s not fair! You gotta tell them I can do this.”

It took Jason all his might to not reach out and embrace you.

He knew how it felt to be replaced. Circumstances differ but still, a connection was made.

Although he couldn’t be there for you now as you had to grow into the Spiderman you had to be, he promised to himself that he will in the future.

After all, if you two were partners in another universe, what stops it from happening in this one as well?

“It wasn’t their decision.”

“I’m ready, I promise— ah—!”

Peter knocks you down, jumping to the ceiling and dangling you by a web.

Jason clenched his teeth. As much as this man knew so much about him and his vulnerabilities, and how he knew this was completely necessary it still ached to see his destined partner getting thrown around.

“Then venom strike me right now or turn invisible on command so you can get past me.”

Peter webs your entire body and sticks you to the chair your roommate always used.

“Look I know how much you want this kid. But you don’t have it yet. I’m sorry.”

“When will I know I’m ready?!”

He then webs your mouth and takes the goober from your hands.

“You won’t. It’s a leap of faith. That’s all it is [Y/N]. A leap of faith.”

And you’re left alone, stuck with webs all over your body. Unable to move or talk.

You hear a knock to your door.

“[Y/N]. . . ! Uh . . . [Y/N] it’s your dad. Please open the door.”

Unfortunately you couldn’t so you just use thrust your body closer to him.

“[Y/N] I can see your shadow moving around.”

“Yeah okay I get it. I get it yes… still ignoring me. Look can we talk for a minute?”

You nod. Internally facepalming after realizing he can’t see you doing so.

“Look sometimes people drift apart [Y/N] and I don’t want that to happen to us, okay? I know I don’t always do what you need me to do or say what you need me to say but I’m…”

“But I see this - this — spark in you, it’s - it’s amazing. It’s why I push you but . . . it’s yours and whatever you choose to do with it you’d be great.”

You feel tears falling from your face as your father spoke.

All those days feeling the pressure of everyone’s expectations on you

As [Y/N], as the Spiderman of this universe.

You were an adult in age, yes. But in the face of all these events your youth and inexperience slapped you in your face.

You wanted to run away. You wanted everything to be over and done with.

But you realize, you were the only one who could do this. For the sake of the spider-gang. For Gotham.

You didn’t know if you were going to succeed but wasn’t that what life was?

A leap of faith.

“Look, call me when you can.”

“I love you. You don’t have to say it back though.”

And your father leaves.

You close your eyes. Thinking back to all the moments you’ve failed, all the times you’ve broken a bone or two trying to learn.

Time wasn’t going to wait for you. But why run after it when you can web-sling it up?

You use your venom powers to get rid of the webs and do you best to get to Jason’s place. He had to have an extra, better suit lying around right? Anything was better than what the gang gave you.

You ring the bell to his house completely expecting him to not be there and potentially having to break in.

But you stand corrected.

“Took you long enough.”

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uchihagods · 3 months

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protective & possessive obito/reader headcanons, please?

POSSESSIVE!OBITO, FEMALE READER. | MODERN AU, HEADCANONS.

warnings: not-detailed smut, jealousy, lots of kissing, a very possessive!obito, and i’m not gonna apologize :>, fluff content, hickeys, usage of y/n, mention of the words ass and crotch, kakashi and rin are together here, just for the sake of the plot, i don’t really ship kakashi with anyone, let alone with rin, tons of pda, obito crossing the line.

wc: 0.9k

character/s: obito uchiha <3; featuring: kakashi, rin.

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IMPORTANT!… please, feel free to ignore if any of these topics trigger you; read at your own risk!

okay, how do i even start this? obito’s the definition of possessive, that’s for sure. like, you’re just his?? he likes to remind you and the others, especially the others, that you’re his girlfriend and his alone; it could be an arm encircling your waist to pull you closer to his chest the moment he catches some random guys staring at you as if you were not (and very) taken, obito’s lips would remain on your temple longer than necessary as he shoot daggers at their direction until they had no choice but to look away; or it could be stolen kisses every time you two went out to a public place full of people, with him lifting your chin delicately with one finger to guide your glossy lips to his own impatient ones to begin a (soon heated) ‘innocent’ and ‘sweet’ kiss. you always were the one to break the contact first, reminding him where you were with flushed cheeks and teary eyes, to which he would just peck you once more before letting go.

now, obito’s possessiveness had nothing to do with some lack of confidence shit; no, none of that. it simply was the need to claim you in front of everyone, to make everyone aware that you chose him and you were dating him; he was just proud of you being his that sometimes he couldn’t contain himself, feeling extremely lucky to have a woman like you by his side and to be the only one who could have you sleeping in his arms at night after a love-making session.

honestly, the entire length of your neck would be covered by his hickeys. apart from the fact that he loves to suck on your sensitive skin until the purples and reds began to appear so then he could appreciate the string of saliva connecting his lips to your neck once they separated from there, he also loves the way your face reddens every time your friends notice them and just wondered: ‘really? again, obito? give y/n a rest!’

if you two are planning on going to a party together, you better prepare yourself for what's about to come... since you happen to be the center of attention of those who were looking for a one-night stand, obito would be absolutely stuck to your side with a protective arm around your middle or with his fingers intertwining yours. eventually, he’d let you go so you could spend time with your friends just like he'd spend time with his, casting a glance in your direction every now and then to make sure you're okay and smiling to himself when he identified the unique way your beautiful eyes sparkled with joy.

but that same smile on obito’s face quickly turned into a deep frown the moment he spotted a short guy approaching your location all confident and determined to get whatever was on his mind. at first, obito didn't move from where he was with his friends, knowing damn well that you could handle the situation all by yourself (of course it had nothing to do with that time when you got absolutely upset with him for being a little too protective over you). it took exactly two minutes for your boyfriend to decide to intervene now that he confirmed this guy's intentions, pulling you to his chest by his delicate grip on your hips before he could lay a hand on you; you gasped in surprise when you perceived obito’s presence behind you, noticing the way his fingers tightened on your flesh as he asked the guy if there’s something he needed. even though you did not want to admit it, you were pretty sure your underwear was somehow… wetter,,

after that inconvenience, obito would drag you to the dance floor so you could be as close to him as possible; with your ass moving against his crotch in rhythm of the music, biting your lip the moment you felt he was getting… excited.

obito would NEVER confess (it was so obvious, tho) that his possessiveness and protectiveness increase remarkably in the presence of kakashi, he’d kiss and touch you more than usual. once, you three were in rin’s room waiting for her to come back with some food, you’d casually got up from your place next to kakashi on the bed and when you passed in front of obito on the way back he just sat you on his lap whilst one of his hands rested atop your upper thigh and began to caress the skin there; your face turned red as a tomato when obito’s lips latched onto your neck, his eyes fixed on kakashi’s… but before he could get any further, you stood up quickly and covered with your palm the new mark he gave you, looking at him in shock:

lil peek ahead,

“OBITO!” you exclaimed, embarrassed. “what’s wrong with you? you can’t just… do things like that in front of our friend!”

“you’re my…”

“so what?!” you reproached him, “that doesn’t mean you can act all primal…”

“it’s okay, y/n.” kakashi stepped in with a calm voice. “my best friend here needs a reminder every now and then that i’ve got a girlfriend too, i get it.”

“oh, yeah? are you sure i’-…?”

“ENOUGH!” you cut him off. “we’ll talk about this later, obito.” you walked towards your previous seat next to your friend, ignoring obito’s low grunt.

end of the lil peek,

deep inside your boyfriend knows he has to work on that side of him, and he’s gonna do it for the good of your relationship.

it’ll take a while, but he’ll make it.

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#kha’s.posting #obito x reader #obito x y/n #obito x you #obito headcanons #obito smut #naruto headcanons #naruto smut #naruto fanfiction

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vintagepresley · 2 years

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68’ COMEBACK SPECIAL

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Word Count: 6745

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, SMUT, SMUT. TONS OF SMUT. Virgin reader, dry humping, oral (m receiving), fingering, praise kink, some daddy talk, teacher/student. Etc etc

Authors notes: I don’t really know what to say about this one. But they call it the COMEback special for a reason, looool. Possible spelling errors. I hope you enjoy!

Recommend song:

“I know baby you can’t lick it, I’ll make you give in.”

It’s the rehearsals for the 68’ Comeback, a huge event that was going to be debuted on NBC for none other than Elvis Presley. This was his huge comeback to the music industry after being away for so long and making movies that he eventually got tired of. This was a TV performance that needed a live audience for him to perform to, you happened to be one of the lucky people who got picked out to be in the audience for the special. Your mother protested it, but you were 20 years old, and this was a once in a lifetime experience. You’ve always been a huge fan of his and had the biggest crush on him much like every other woman in the world. You were so excited to be able to watch his big return and to see some of the behind the scenes for it as they filmed. You were lucky enough to get a seat right at the front of the small square stage. It was bound to be an intimate performance with how close he was to everyone. You had worn a special outfit for the occasion, a black and white short sleeved, mod style dress that your mother thought was too short, but you argued with her that it was the fashion nowadays, you paired that with white stocking that came up just below your knee with black flats to match. You left your hair down and curled it a bit, keeping it held back with a head scarf to match your outfit and a simple pair of earrings, your make up was a light-colored eyeshadow and mascara, making your lashes look like the how the fashion models did theirs and a light shade of pink lipstick. You were hoping it would catch his attention. Please let him notice me.

It was almost time for him to come out as they set up for the stand-up part up the special and much like every other woman in the audience you were so excited, your heart practically beating out of your chest. You couldn’t believe you were going to be seeing Elvis Presley in person and be so close him. The lights in the studio were dimmed and the applause sign going off informing you all to start clapping as he began to walk out onto the stage. You felt your heart sank into your stomach the moment you saw him in that black leather suit, his hair slightly messy but perfect as well. You felt faint by the sight of him, biting down on your bottom lip gently as he took the stage and grabbing his guitar. You didn’t think it was possible for him to be so beautiful in person. Throughout his entire performance you couldn’t keep your eyes off him and the way that tight leather hugged each part of his body, the sweat dripping down his face, and sweat dripping down the part of his chest that was visible. At one point during his performance, he dropped to his knees right in front of you, legs spread wide open, you caught yourself staring at places you knew you shouldn’t have. You quickly looked away from him, hoping he hadn’t noticed you were staring. But... He did.

The two of you now continued to make eye contact with each other and you noticed the smirks that played on his lips each time he looked at you. You thought it was all in your head that he was looking at you, but each time he did, it made you all flustered. Shortly after his performance was done, they announced they would be taking a short break to set up for the sit-down portion of the show. As Elvis was heading back to his dressing room, he stopped and walked over to Jerry who was standing with some of the other guys watching the performance from behind the scenes and he pointed you out in the crowd that was now thinning out as they changed the set-up of the stage, “Ya see that lil’ girl over there, Jerry? Bring her back to my dressing room for me, will ya.” He said patting Jerry on the shoulder before making his way back. Jerry not questioning Elvis’ reasoning went over to where you were and introduced himself to you. “Hey, I uh... I’m Jerry, I work for Elvis, and he wanted me to bring you backstage.” He spoke in a hushed tone. You raised an eyebrow at him with a confused and nervous look on your face. Elvis wants me to come to his dressing room? This can’t be real. “Hi, I’m N/A. Me? Really?Oh, I- Okay, I guess.” You said in an anxious tone. You weren’t sure what was happening or why this was happening. But you couldn’t pass up the opportunity no matter how unsure you were of his intentions.

Jerry gestured for you to follow him and so you did, taking slow deep breaths as you walked past the crowd towards the backstage, nervously playing with your hands. Elvis had made himself comfortable as he waited, he was sat on the big light brown couch that sat in his dressing room, legs spread open and a towel around his neck with his head tilted back against the couch. Once you and Jerry approached his dressing room door, Jerry knocked gently before opening the door, “EP? I’ve got N/A here.” He said and Elvis tilted his head back up with a smile and grabbed a hold of the towel that was around his neck and tossing it to the side, you peered into the crack of the door and caught a glimpse of him, biting your bottom lip. “Well, don’t be shy darlin’ come in..” he said playfully. You slowly made your way into his dressing room, Jerry shutting the door behind you, glancing back at it nervously before turning your attention back to Elvis. He looked gorgeous sitting on that couch, and you couldn’t help but glanced down at his legs wide-open, manspreading as he usually did, he was still sweaty which you thought was so hot, you caught yourself staring at the same place he caught you looking earlier, and you quickly adverted your eyes elsewhere. You could feel your face becoming red especially with the way he was looking you up and down admiring how your dress hugged every curve of your body. You weren’t sure what to say, you were so nervous, and he could tell. “So…N/A?” he hummed. “What did you think of my performance?” he asked with a smile. “Oh, it was amazing! Y-You were amazing as always.” You answered in a fangirlish tone. Oh god, shut up…

Elvis chuckled, “Thank you, honey. Why don’t come sit down… I don’t bite.” he says teasingly. When he called you honey you blushed and felt your knees go weak but snapped yourself back to reality as you slowly walked over to where he was sitting, fumbling nervously with your hands again as you sat beside him. Smoothing out your dress that was now exposing your thighs a bit more. Mother was right… This dress is too short… You took a deep breath as you were now face to face with this beautiful man. You let out a small gasp when he reached over and placed his hand on your right thigh, keeping it there. You hated how he was making you feel right now, it was feelings you never felt before that was building inside of you. “So, tell me about ya self, baby. How old are you?” He spoke lowly in that thick accent of his. You licked your lips slowly as you stared at him, his blue eyes practically staring into your soul as his hand squeezed your thigh a bit. “I’m 20, and um…” you said shyly. You weren’t sure what to say so you just blurted out, “I’ve been a big fan of yours basically all my life!” You giggled nervously. That made him smile and you watched as he scooted over closer to you, the fabric of his leather pants brushing up against your thigh, a part of you hated how much this was turning you on, but another part of you loved it.

You watched as he lifted his hand up from your thigh and up to face, resting it against your cheek and brushing the pad of his thumb against your skin gently. You took a deep breath as you moved closer to him, his facing getting closer to yours, now your lips were inches apart. You stared at those soft full lips of his, biting down on your bottom lip, screaming internally for him to kiss you already. “That pretty lil’ dress caught my attention, baby. But so did those wandering eyes of yours.” He whispered, a smirk forming on his lips. Oh, God… He noticed. You tried to act innocent and play it off, “I have no idea what you mean….” You whispered playfully. “Sure ya don’t, darlin’.” He whispered before crashing his lips against yours, kissing you softly, you kiss him back hungrily, your hands find their way against his chest, gripping his leather suit. You were surprised at your own actions; you were still a virgin and sure you’ve been on dates with guys but the furthest it got was some kissing nothing as intense as this though. You felt Elvis’ right hand against your thigh slowly moving its way up your dress, you reached one of your hands down to grab his arm to stop him, pulling back from him and you look down a bit embarrassed. He raised an eyebrow, and he placed his hand beneath your chin, making you look at him, his eyes now looking at you with concern. “What’s the matter, baby?” he spoke softly. You couldn’t believe you were going say this especially to Elvis Presley, who’s been with tons of girls probably more experienced than you, you sighed softly as you stared into those ocean blue eyes of his, “I-I’ve never done anything like this before. I… I’m a virgin.” He nodded slowly with a small smile. “That’s okay, baby. I won’t hurt ya. But if this isn’t what you want, we can stop. Okay?” you were surprised by his reaction, reaching a hand up to play with your hair, twirling it between your fingers nervously, as you took a moment to think about what he said, shaking your head. “No… I want to, Elvis. I just don’t want you to be disappointed in me being unexperienced.” You say quietly. He chuckled a bit. “Darlin’, I could never be disappointed… I’ll be gentle with you.” he said reassuringly. You bit down on your bottom lip, nodding in response.

He leaned toward you again, his hands finding your waist and gripping it firmly and pulling you closer to him as his lips found their way back to yours, kissing you softly, your arms slipping around his neck as you returned his passionate kisses. His hands on your waist turning you on more and you could feel the dampness that gathered in your panties. One of his hands made their way up your back and finding the zipper of your dress, he mumbled softly against your lips. “Can I take this off, little one?” despite you being nervous about doing this you were also so eager that you nodded your head quickly in response to his question. He began to slowly unzip the back of your dress, raising his hands up to slowly pull the dress down your shoulders and you pulled back from him a bit to help. You stood up slipping off your flats and slipping your dress off, letting it fall to the ground and now you were standing in front of Elvis in just your white bra and panties and knee-high stockings. His eyes scanning every inch of your body, biting down on his lip and you could see the obvious boner growing in his tight leather pants, begging to be released.

He sat up a bit in his seat now a wide smirk forming on his lips, “Can you take your bra off for me, baby?” he said, and you were blushing so much now your face was practically red. Elvis Presley is going to see me naked, this can’t be real. “Sure…” you said shyly, and you reached your hands around to unhook your bra and slowly slipping it off and letting it fall to the floor with the rest of your clothes. The cold air hitting your nipples and causing them to get hard had you immediately bringing your arms up to cover your breasts as you stared at Elvis. He chuckled leaning forward and reaching his hands out to remove your arms, pulling you toward him so you were standing between his open legs. “Don’t do that… I wanna get a good look at ya.” He teased, staring even more intensely at you. Between the look he was giving you and his cock growing harder by the minute in his pants, you were so turned on it was driving you wild, you could feel the wetness growing in your panties more, anxious to see what he was going to say or do next. He moved over now and patted the spot next to him. “C’mere, baby…” the words coming out of his mouth like silk.

You sat down beside him and watching him closely as he reached down to unbutton his leather pants, pushing them down enough just to reveal his hard cock that sprang right out, fully hardened now, you gasped at the length and the grith of his member, biting down your lip as you brought your legs up onto the couch sitting on your knees now, his hand reaching over to wrap around your waist, rubbing his hand gently over your back as his right hand took his cock into his hands, pumping it slowly, precum coating the head of it, he looked at you with a smirk as he spoke softly. “Soo… You’ve never done anything before, little one?” you shook you head slowly, “N-no…. just a bit of kissing.” He nodded with a smirk, his hand still slowly pumping his cock, a small groan escaping him as he spoke, “Well, I’m gon’ teach you so much, baby.” He pulled his hand back from your waist and up to your face, resting his hand against your cheek and letting the pad of his thumb brush lightly over your soft plump lips, and moving his hand to stick two of his fingers into your mouth. “Lemme see you suck on my fingers, baby. Slowly….” He said in a low tone. You were so turned on by this and he’s hardly done anything, and you could feel the heat between your legs growing, your panties practically soaked now as you began to suck on his fingers nice and slow. He watched you intensely as his groans grew a bit louder the faster that he started pumping his cock in his hand. He mumbled between each groan, “Good girl… Good girl.”

He started pumping his fingers slowly into your mouth now and you reached up to hold onto his wrist as your eyes stayed on him as you continued sucking on his fingers and when he saw how comfortable you were becoming, he pushed them a bit further into your mouth. You couldn’t help but gag a bit but continued sucking and now bobbing your head a bit faster. “Fuck, there you go… just relax.” He mumbled as his breathing became heavy; he wanted your mouth on his cock so bad. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, covered in your salvia now and licked his lips. “That was your first lesson, I think you’re ready for the next….” He used those two fingers you just finished sucking on to gesture for you to lean down toward his cock. You moved in a more comfortable position on the couch still sitting on your knees as you leaned down toward his cock, a bit nervous but excited at the same time. A man has never made you feel the way Elvis was making you feel in this moment. You loved every minute of it. He lined his cock up with your lips and brushed the tip against them slowly, the precum from his cock coating your bottom lip. “Open, baby.” He demanded. His left hand resting against your back rubbing it gently, you slowly open your mouth and wrap your lips around the head of his cock, slowly inching him further into your mouth as much as you could and began to bob your head slowly. He tilted his head back as he let out a soft groan, bringing the hand up that was holding onto his cock to grab hand full of your hair to keep it out of your face as he tilted his head forward, watching you take him in your mouth. “Goddamn… You’re a quick learner.” He cooed. Carefully pumping your head a little faster on his cock. Hearing those words turned you on and made you happy that you were pleasing him the way he liked, you started swirling your tongue around the length of his cock.

“Fuck…. Just like that…. I want you to relax that throat now, baby. Are you ready?” he spoke softly. You responded with a “Mmhmm.” against his cock, preparing yourself for what was to come next, he tightened his grip on your hair and kept your head still as he began to thrust his hips up and plunging his cock deep into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and you gag around it, saliva already gathering at the sides of your mouth, dripping down the sides of his cock. His groans now louder than before. He brought the hand that was resting against your back, down to your throat, brushing his hand gently against it. “Mmm, such a good girl. Just keep that throat relaxed for me.” He said between heavy breaths. His hand moving back to rest against your back, lingering down to your white panties, his fingers tracing over them, giving your ass a gentle slap. You yelped softly against him and now he was he was fucking your mouth at a steady pace, hitting the back your throat each time he thrusted into you, causing more obscene noises to escape you, making a mess on his lap with your salvia. His hand that was resting on your ass moved further down between your legs and he rubbed two of his fingers against the soaked fabric of your panties, pushing his fingers against your folds, a big smirk forming on his lips because of how wet you were for him. You grinded your hips slowly against his fingers and he continued to rub his fingers against your panties, giving you the friction that you’ve been yearning for and now while he was throat fucking you, you were moving your hips back and forth against his fingers at a slow pace, letting out soft mumbled moans against him. His head was tilted back against the couch as his own groans filled the echoing room. “G-goddamn….” He groaned out. You could’ve made him cum right then and there, but he had other plans for you, so he pulled your head back, his cock popping out of your mouth covered in your spit, strings of salvia dripping from your mouth as he pulled you up.

“Damn, baby.” He chuckled softly. “I’m gon’ have so much fun with you.” You couldn’t help but giggle. You couldn’t believe what was happening right now or what you just did for him. But you were wanting more. Much more. He grabbed his cock pushing it back into his leather pants but leaving them unbuttoned now. You were curious about what he was doing, and you began to pout. He caught a glimpse of your face. “Don’t worry… It’ll be back out, little one. I still have much more to teach you.” He said as a small chuckle escaped his lips. “Take your panties off, baby.” He hummed. You stood up from the couch and hooked your fingers between the hem of your panties and slowly slipped them off, kicking them to the side with the rest of your clothing. He patted his right thigh gesturing for you to come sit on his lap, you sat yourself down on him, your legs on either side of him, your pussy now sitting directly on his cock, you could feel every inch through his pants against you, throbbing for you. You reached your arms up to wrap around his shoulders, he leaned forward kissing your now messy lips and trailing kisses down your neck to your shoulder until he reached your breasts, swirling his tongue over your right nipple, grazing his teeth over the sensitive bud. You let out a soft whimper as you watched him, twirling your fingers in his hair gently, he then moved over to do the same to your left nipple before trailing his kisses back up to your lips, kissing you deeply as his hands found their way to your hips, he positioned himself better on the couch, spreading his legs open a bit wider.

He began to grind your hips against him slowly, you let out a small moan feeling the harsh leather against your thighs and your pussy, the friction it was causing against you made your eyes roll back a bit, another soft whimper leaving your lips as you squirmed slightly, Elvis was enjoying seeing you behave this way, it turned him on. He was hardly touching you and you could feel the slick from your pussy dripping onto his pants. He leaned forward and whispered into your ear, “I told you… I’m gonna be gentle with ya.” He smirked as he leaned back and now his hands were squeezing your hips tighter, his fingers digging into your skin as he began to grind you a bit faster on his hips as he slowly began to move his own up against you. You couldn’t contain the next sound that escaped your lips, a soft whimpering moan. How was is possible for him to make you feel this way? He wasn’t even inside of you. He was driving you crazy now, but the smirk on his face said it all. He got off on this. Heavy petting. You wanted to take this leather off, you wanted him to just fuck you already, but he shook his head when you tried. “Uh uh… No, darlin’. What did I say? I’m gonna teach you how to please me.” He said sternly. You pouted but went along with it because you were still new to this. He lifted his hips a bit to thrust against you and you gasped softly feeling the harsh leather hit your clit as he grinded your hips slower and deeper against him, your slick leaving streaks along his pants each time you moved against him, your juices dripping down his pants. You blushed at the sight of how wet he had gotten you. The sounds of your soft moans growing louder and his groans filling the room, you almost forgot where you were for a minute until you heard movement outside the door.

You tried your best to not be so loud, but it was hard when Elvis was pushing you deeper into this ecstasy of passion, now he let go of your hips and rested his hands behind his head and he grinned, “Go ahead, baby… Show me how much you want my cock..” He said teasingly. Your hands gripped at the collar of his leather suit as you now began to grind yourself against his pulsing bulge, moving yourself faster as you humped him, your breathing becoming heavier by the second and your moans louder, he didn’t take his eyes off you as he watched you proudly, biting on his bottom, groaning loudly. You slowed your movements, and they became long and slow, the slick from your pussy dripping down your thighs now. Your hands moving up to grab at his hair, tugging and pulling at his dark locs. You couldn’t hold on much longer and you whispered almost breathless into his ear, “I-I’m gonna cum... E-Elvis....” he heard those words, and he shook his head, grabbing your hips and stopping you. “Not yet, little one.” He said softly. You let out a small whine. You desperately wanted him to just fuck you already. But this was his game. He enjoyed the foreplay.

Now he was lifting you up and turning you around on top of him, you let out a small yelp because you weren’t expecting the sudden change and now your back was facing him, comfortably placing your knees on either side of him again, you weren’t sure what he was doing now. He slouched down against the couch to get in a better position, holding your hips, you could now feel his cock directly up against your ass, and you wiggled it against his cock teasingly, the harsh leather rubbing in between your ass, you were getting used to the feeling of it and was enjoying how rough it felt against your skin, he pulled you back so that you were resting against his chest and he began to slowly grind his hips up against you, the bulge in his pants moving up against your ass and he kept one hand on your hips and moved the other down between your legs, trailing his hand up and down against your thighs, your eyes fluttered shut as you exhaled sharply at the feeling of his hands so close to where you were wanting him, your arms reaching up to wrap around his neck, your hands getting tangled in his hair as your body is now stretched out on top of him, he leans his head down a bit, kissing at your neck soft and you whimper softly when you finally feel his hand where you needed it, against your wet heat. He moved two fingers between your dripping wet pussy lips, and now you started to grind not only against his fingers in desperation, but your ass was moving against his cock, the friction from both ends driving you insane as he continued to kiss your neck. He lifted his head up a bit to peek at his fingers that were now covered in your juices, mumbling softly against your soft skin, “Fuck. I love how wet that pussy is just for me….” He brought his lips back to your neck. You got flustered by his words, whining softly as you spoke shakily, “P-Please… I want to feel you inside of me….”

He smirked, gliding his fingers back between your wet folds as his hips continued to grind up against your ass a bit faster now, his groans vibrating against your neck, rubbing one of his fingers against your sensitive clit in slow circular motions, causing your legs to shake a bit and a louder moan escaping you, tugging at his hair now, while you continued to grind your ass up against him, he moved his hand up that was holding your waist to your breasts, squeezing them gently, he started kissing on a different part of your neck now, leaving his mark on you. Two of his long fingers now slowly inching into your tight wet pussy, he took his time getting them inside of you as you stretched around them, but he could feel you tightening back up. You couldn’t control the loud high pitched moan that escaped you, your head tilting back in pleasure, your eyes shut tightly as you felt his fingers deep inside you, you whimpered the words, “Fuckkkk..” under your breath as he slowly began to pump them inside of you, the wet sounds filling the air as he pumped them a bit faster once you adjusted around them. “Good girl, good girl… Taking my fingers nice and deep in that pussy.” He whispered softly against your ear.

His words having you on the brink of cumming all over him. He’s been teasing you this whole time that you didn’t think you could wait any longer. He moved his hand down from your breasts and back to your hips now grinding your ass against him at a quicker pace, while also having you ride his fingers as they pumped deep inside you. Your face against his, leaving sloppy kisses against his lips as you moaned out in pleasure, pulling tighter at his hair, his groans long and low against your mouth, your toes curling from the stimulation of his fingers and his cock grinding up against you in sync together. You whimper in between your moans trying to form a sentence, “I-I… I’m going to cum. P-Please… C-Can I, daddy?” you begged against his lips. You never thought you’d be saying those words. But you could not hold back any longer, the orgasm that was building inside of you was screaming to get out. “Cum for me, little one…” He whispered softly against your lips giving them another kiss. Hearing those words were all you needed for that sweet release and as your body moved once more, you were gripping tightly at his hair and he hissed softly at the feeling as he groaned out loudly at your movements and as your body tensed up above him, your mouth forming an O shape as you finally reached the orgasm that had be building up, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as you cum all over his fingers, the euphoric feeling taking over and your body squirmed above him as you rode out your orgasm against him, breathing heavily as your movements came to a slow stop, your body weak from being over stimulated.

“Damn, baby… You made a mess. I ain’t finished with you yet.” He chuckled softly. Your eyes widen at the sound of his words. Yet? YET? You didn’t think you could take anymore, even though you were still desperate to feel his cock inside of you. You watched as he brought his fingers that was covered in your juices up to his lips and tasting you. You blushed at the sight, biting your bottom lip as you heard a soft, “Mmm.” escape his lips. You sat up now in his lap and turning yourself back around to face him, kissing his lips softly to taste yourself. He brought out a different side of you... Someone you didn’t think you were, but around him… You would do anything he asked. Anything to please him. “How does my girl taste, hm?” he said teasingly. His girl? The sound of that made you want to melt right into him. “Yummy….” You whispered against his lips. You glanced down at his pants to see he was still hard as a rock. How was that even possible? You then noticed he had came all over the inside of his pants, a bit of it was seeping out at the top, you brought your hand up to your mouth and giggled softly. He raised an eyebrow at you and then looked down to see his pants. He chuckled softly, “Ahh, shit… That’s your fault, ya know?” he said playfully. “Don’t you have to go back out to perform, Elvis?” you asked. “Ha, yeah. Well… Bill won’t be too happy about me ruining the pants.” He laughed.

Now he was slowly unbuttoning the leather jacket and removing it, exposing his chest and you reached up to rub your hands gently over his skin, your fingers twirling through some of his chest hair, you leaned forward pressing light kisses against his chest, his skin so soft and a bit sweaty still and you couldn’t help but inhale his scent, glancing up at him with a smile as your eyes met his. “So… What are you going to teach me next?” you say teasingly. He was enjoying this side of you, a grin forming on his lips as he spoke, “I’m gonna give ya what you want, little one.” Your eyes widened with excitement, and he grabbed your hips and lifted you up, and switching positions now so that you were laying down on the couch. You loved the way he manhandles you. Nipping at your bottom lip as you watched him with excitement hovering above you, you could feel yourself getting wet all over again just from the sight of him. He grabbed a hold of your thighs, spreading your legs wide open for him as he moved himself between you, pressing you up against his leather pants, your eyes rolling back from the feeling of it against your bare pussy, grinding himself slowly up against you. You took a deep breath as he did, you were hoping he was done with his teasing. You needed him more than he knew. He hooked his arms around your thighs and brought them up toward him, you wrapped them around his waist tightly and now he was pressed firmly right up against you, his hands resting by either side of your head against the couch and he started grinding himself up against you a few more times, as he leaned down kissing along your breasts as he moved his hips back and forth humping your pussy, the leather causing so much friction between the two of you he finally couldn’t take it anymore and he reached a hand down in between the both of you with his left hand, tugging his pants down a bit just enough to pull his girthy member out.

He now lined himself up with your pussy that was dripping with your slick all over again and throbbing in desperation for him, you brought your hands up to his broad shoulders, pulling him closer to you so that his chest was pressed against your own and now he was guiding his cock between your folds and circling the head against your sensitive swollen clit. You let out a soft moan the anticipation of him being inside of you building. You were nervous, but more than ready to feel him inside of you. His beautiful blue eyes staring deep into your N/A eyes, pressing a soft kiss against your lips and he whispered softly, “Are you ready to take me inside of you, baby?” You nodded your head slowly, “Yes, please…” you cooed. You were bracing yourself now as you felt him pushing the head of his cock inside of you, inching slowly and carefully. He groaned softly, “Fuck… So, fucking tight for me…” He whispered. You whimpered softly from the pain, clawing lightly at his back as you felt him pushing himself inside. He gave your lips another gentle kiss. “Just relax, baby….” He said with such warmth in his voice. You nodded. You were slowly stretching out around his cock and slowly adjusting to his size, the feeling going from pain to pleasure. You tilted your head back moaning softly, he felt so good deep inside of you, filling you up. “You okay, baby?” He whispered through a soft groan, brushing his hand against your face. You nodded with a smile and now he began to pump his hips against you slowly, your moans growing louder with each thrust that he made.

His lips finding yours again, each of your moans vibrating against each other’s lips, your hands clawing deeper at his back and piercing the skin as he began to pick up the pace and moving quicker into you. He groaned out loudly, “Fuck, you feel so good around my cock...” he hissed and now he plunged his cock deep into you, his breathing becoming heavier which each movement, his hands placed back at either side of your head, gripping the fabric of the couch tight between his fingertips and now you were moving up against him. The sounds you were both making growing louder and louder by the minute, your eyes fluttering shut from the amazing sensation. You couldn’t believe that you were fucking Elvis Presley. This didn’t feel real to you at all. But it was. Now his hips were slamming into your own roughly, and you began to moan his name out over and over and louder, “Elvis.. Elvis… ELVIS….” Someone was bound to hear what was happening in here now. Your hands moved down from his back to his ass and squeezing it tightly through his pants with a playful smirk on your lips and keeping them there as you both were reaching that euphoric peak. Beads of sweat running down his face, his hair sticking to his forehead, he looked beautiful. You whimpered loudly from the feeling of how deep his cock was in you and all the spots he was hitting just right. You didn’t think you’d be able to cum twice, but he was about to prove you wrong.

He his head was now buried into your neck and your hands gripped his ass tighter and you whispered against his ear almost breathless, “E-Elvis, baby… I-I-I’m gonna cum….” You were hoping he was close as well, you wanted him to fill you up with his cum, make you his. When he heard your words, it only forced him to fuck you deeper, harder and as he groaned out against your neck, his words coming out mumbled and airy when he spoke, “D-Do you want me to cum inside you, baby? O-Or pull out?” Bringing your hands back up and tangling it into his messy hair, you practically begged as the words left your mouth holding him close to you, “P-Please….. C-Cum inside of me, Elvis… Please…” That’s all he needed to hear, you were both on the edge of your orgasm and he thrusted one more time inside of you, his hips bucking as he let out a loud moan against your ear and you felt the sweet release of his cum filling you up as he reached his orgasm and yours followed immediately after, moaning out his name at the top of your lungs, cumming all over his cock, the both of you riding out your orgasms together until your movements come to a stop and his body falls against your own, his head resting against your chest as the both of you try to catch your breath. Your hands brushing his hair softly as you glanced down at him.

You suddenly hear a loud knock on the door that nearly makes you jump. You hear a strange man’s voice who’s accent you couldn’t place. “Elvis! You were supposed to be back out on that stage 10 minutes ago!” he shouts. Elvis lifts his head up to look at the door as he shouts back, “Alright, Colonel. I’ll be out in a minute!” he the mumbles under his breath, “Goddammit.” Before he looks up at you with a smile and cupping your face in his hands as he kisses your lips, whispering against them, “This was amazing, baby. Will you stay and wait here for me after the show?” he smiled. You couldn’t help but smile widely at his words and you nodded your head slowly, “Of course.” You hummed. He planted another kiss on your lips, pulling himself out and climbing off you and standing up to put his leather jacket back on and walking over to the mirror to fix himself. You bit down on your lip as you felt the warmth of his seed seeping out of you and you turned yourself over onto your side, your right hand resting against your head. You just stared at him, admiring him, and giggling as he looked down at his pants again forgetting what he had done in them earlier. “Ah fuck it….” He mumbled as he pulled his pants back up and buttoned them, shaking his head. “All your fault, little one.” He laughed. He came back over to you to steal another kiss from your lips.

A louder knock coming from the door, the Colonel yelling, “ELVIS.” And he rolls his eyes as he hears the man’s voice again. “Alright, alright, I’m coming, goddammit!” You giggled and he shook his head with smirk as he headed for the door, looking back at you as he opened it. “Don’t ya go anywhere, darlin’” as he spoke softly giving you a wink and then shutting the door behind him as he walked out.

You shifted around to lay on your back again, staring up at the ceiling, smiling to yourself happily, bringing your hands up to cover your face, still processing what just happened and thinking to yourself, Elvis Presley just took my virginity.. Oh my god…

PART TWO :))

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pristine-rose · 2 years

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The Touch Me Show

the audience loves it when another woman comes in your shows

alice’s 600 special cam girl au — sub reader edition !

nsfw . mdni . female ! camgirl ! reader (afab, she/her usage)

dom reader edition . art: solmi’s channel

guests ! ningguang, beidou, lisa, yelan, sara [separate]

fingering, overstimulation

The audience always expects a treat when NINGGUANG is your special guest for the stream. She tends to carry such a calm personality, one that is both charming and arousing in the rather indecent setting you work in. It’s such a stark contrast to the way she absolutely ruins you right in front of your camera, and right in front of your thousands of viewers. Even basked in this limelight of your bedroom, her movements are fluid as if this was her show and not yours. She constantly keeps a simple smile on her face as you are the complete opposite from her fingers alone.

Her favorite thing to do with you on stream is rather simplistic. She loves wearing beautifully expensive clothing to your streams, from tailored suits to jeweled dresses—making her look like some rich celebrity guest on your shows. But she’ll keep you bare naked on her lap, your back against her chest.

Ningguang will sit at the edge of your bed with the camera directly facing her. The upper half of her face is cut off by the top of he camera view, wanting to keep her identity secret. You’re body is not, however, making you really look like some cheap slut that’s only there to satisfy some rich payer. She stays quiet the whole stream, only fucking you with her fingers and holding you down, so that the only thing your audience hears are your moans.

She wholeheartedly believes the viewers should get the chance to watch exactly what she’s doing to you. And so she’ll spread and lift your thighs, adjusting your whole body until your glistening cunt is directly on display. She fingers you in a way you could even describe as aesthetically pleasing—she angles them in such a view that is so alluring inside your folds, but also feels like heaven. Ningguang is against zooming the camera in too close, though. She wants people to see when your body begins to squirm on her lap from overstimulation; even your audience agrees that it’s just the cutest. But she’ll hold you down; and viewers get to watch as your body absolutely writhes to break free and squirm against her dominant hold.

drinking, strap on

When BEIDOU comes on your streams, people always expect a good laugh first before anything else comes in. She’s so friendly to both you and your audience, and most even grab a drink for the first half of the stream. The both of you share drinks through a series of simplistic talk between you two and your audience. Though, this is usually just a setup for an eventual alcohol game.

Streams with Beidou are more chaotic, meaning she likes a party. The chill drinking in the beginning is bait to make the mood seem friendly and intimate, like she’s everyone’s friend. Until later in the stream, then she suddenly that friend who is now fucking you with a strap so wildly against the table you were just sharing drinks on. She has one hand on your head, pushing it down roughly and banging into you so hard, the wooden table rocks back and forth.

The position is made so you look like some blackout drunk, and your audience is feral knowing you can’t even look at the chat. But Beidou can, and they are throwing suggestions at her like rapid fire. And since she’s everyone’s “friend,” she loves complying so that she may “share” you with everyone. It feels like your getting ganged on sometimes, by Beidou and by your thousands of viewers. In chat, they coo at you like some plastic toy or animal.

“‘Pour the beer on her back,’ you say?” she’ll read out from chat. “Sure thing! Our girl would look so pretty with her body all drenched, don’t cha’ think?” And then you shiver immediately from the contact of the fountain of alcohol on your back, and all the while, she’s still pounding into you relentlessly. The way she speaks makes you feel like everyone owns you, especially since she takes requests. Beidou fucks you down like some cheap whore on display for thousands, and the camera makes you feel that way, too.

roleplay, tipping games, maid, crop spanking

Streams tend to get a bit more creative when LISA is there. There’s usually some sort of roleplay; whether it be librarian and assistant, nurse and patient, or even mistress and maid—she’s gotten creative with you, and all include some sort of dom and sub dynamics. Because of this, your streams tend to require big announcements and Lisa gets invited for milestones and events. A real money-maker and cash-grabber in your shows, really.

One stream, you were celebrating six months of camming; and so you invited her for your little special, announcing that this celebration stream was be a maid-themed spending game. It was her idea—for you to roleplay as her little maid, and for her to be your mistress. The highest donors would be able to dictate her actions throughout the stream, encouraging more spending.

“500 coins!” she slightly gasped, though it was clear she was more amused than ever. You laid half bare beneath her, the strings of your maid dress already pulled open and draped rather haphazardly around you. She read aloud, “‘Punish her with your crop,’ oh my!” Lisa put her hand over her mouth in feigned shock. “Aren’t you all so creative? I do think our little helper needs a punishment, after all.”

The camera panned downwards as she slid the flap of the crop across the skin of your stomach; downwards, until it lightly caressed your clit. “But spanking her butt is a bit too boring… don’t you all think so?” Suddenly, the crop spanked down on your upper thigh, so close to your core. Your leg immediately jolted and bent out of reflex, causing Lisa to forcibly hold it down with her other hand.

“Ah ah, not so fast,” she told you as you squirmed. “You don’t want to disappoint the patron who gifted so many coins, do you?”

bondage, vibrator, squirting

Always a classy bondage night with YELAN. <3 She loves all things ropes, and keeps a collection of them just for your streams. Sometimes she’ll show them off in the beginning, just to give the audience a taste of what’s to come. Referring to you, she’s coo to the chat; “These ropes would look so pretty on her, don’t you think?” and she’ll watch as your viewers respond. “I picked these out because chat once told me that red would look perfect on her,” she spoke, “and I can’t wait to see the marks this will leave.”

She gets them excited with her buttery words before grabbing the camera herself, and then zooming in as she ties you down. Yelan gives them detailed instructions on how she ties her knots, and they’re always so pretty. Your body is to be admired as she ties it down. But you’re treated like some mannequin—some cheap, plastic display just for her ropes. She continues her knot lessons as the rope bites into your bare skin, the whole audience either learning, or enjoying how you squirm when her cold fingers hit your back.

Yelan will tie the pretties knots on your torso, but will haphazardly tie your legs. For one stream, she placed a vibrator right at your core, then tied your legs together to keep the vibrator in place. As she zoomed the camera onto your core, she turned the toy on. The audience when wild when you squirmed violently against your biting restraints—the vibrator was so hard against your sensitive clit, but you couldn’t even move to resist it. Even as you squirted, Yelan still didn’t remove the restraints or the vibratory.

“Aw, look at her,” she said to your viewers, zooming the camera even closer to where your juices were bouncing off the vibrator. “She’s making such a pretty mess…” Her hand went to slap against your thigh, and your whole body practically jolted against the ropes, your voice practically crying and whining from the constant vibrations on your clit. “You can do one more for your audience, can’t you?”

slight body worship, licking, strap on

SARA is always (most of the time unintentionally) flexing her muscles, and it makes your audience swoon. They love seeing your head around her arms, the shape her of toned muscles flexing around your chin. Slight misuse of gym equipment is totally welcomed, but only for her, especially when they get to marvel her body in such intense positions. Her stamina is quite high because of this, and streams can last for hours if she wants to show a workout first.

She’ll sit on a chair and get you on your knees right in front of her. She’s worked so hard to get a body like this, and you better marvel at it. As she grabs your head with her rough hands, she’ll force you to trace her abs and hold her body—doing this as a way to entrance both you and the audience watching. Sara will yank your head right towards her stomach, and make you lick her abs. She’ll zoom in the camera so the audience sees every single curve and crevice your tongue reaches.

Sara fucks you by covering you completely with her muscular body. Her appeal is that she can hold you up in so many different positions; sometimes she has you pressed right up against a wall with your legs dangling and her strap pounding into you relentlessly. The audience gets to see your cute little face be completely fucked out of your mind, meanwhile Sara never once slows down in her movements.

She normally even assumes a new position, too. Right after she’s done with you on the wall, the audience watches as she flexed her arms, only to use them to pick you up and throw you down on the bed. She’ll haven the camera angles right at your bottom, where she tops you in a mating press position so the viewers can see exactly how your pretty cunt takes her strap.

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footygirl114 · 2 years

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Leona (Leah Williamson X Reader)

Friends, I am so sorry I have not posted in a while, It has been a struggle for me. I finally got some inspiration again @redhairedwolfwitch thank you for getting my mojo back (This ones for Rook). There will be a second part that I hope to get out soon, but as always feedback is appreciated.

Hearing your name on the roster announcement to play for England during the euros was like an out of body experience. You have been dreaming of this ever since you started playing footy, and you learned that there was a woman’s national team. You could not believe it, but you knew that you had put in the work to get here.

Having decided to go to school in the USA meant you fell off the English teams radar for a few years, when you decided to stay in the states for your Masters and play in the NWSL you had all but wrote off the chance to play internationally. After two unreal seasons in the NWSL you were picked up my Manchester United.

Your first season with United had you back on the national teams radar you remained a fringe player but kept killing it on the club scene. During qualifying and warm up games leading to the euros you started to see more playing time, you assumed it was to give other players a rest. Turns out it was to see if you could hold your own as you were now on the squad.

Having been playing with the Lionesses for the last few months you did know most of the players, you were closer with the younger girls as well as your United teammates. The team often joked that you, Tooney and Alessia were like the three musketeers. You loved the environment with the team but you always felt like a bit of an outsider, most of the team had been together for years.

Rejoining the team after the brief break to see your families while the team was chosen lead to your nerves going crazy. Walking in to the training grounds where the team would be stationed for the next few weeks before the start of the euros was an unreal experience, luckily you had got a ride with Ella so you were able to follow her lead to the team meeting.

“Welcome everyone! The 23 of you will be leading England to its first ever European Championship!” Sarina started her speech and paused to let the team cheer. “I picked each and everyone of you with this team in mind. You will each play a role in our tournament, some bigger than others, but every single one of you is important to our goal” she continued on and when she got the room assignments you paid more attention “We have picked your roommates based on who we think will get along, but also who we think will be the best matched to help each other through this tournament. These will last till we win this thing! First up Mary and Rach” as she went on you ignored most pairings until you heard “Y/N and our fearless captan Leah.”

You made eye contact with Leah who immediately winked at you, you could feel your cheeks turn bright red from that simple action. No one else knew but you may have had a tiny crush on Leah, she was someone that you always admired, from her playing style to how she carried her self. You knew nothing would ever come of it and you would eventually get over it, but this roommate experience would be interesting.

Two weeks in to camp and you were about to ready to explode. It was the hardest two weeks of football you had ever played, the caliber of the team you are training with was unreal. Everyone had brought their A-game and knew that you needed to bring it in order to get a chance of seeing any playing time.

This hard training environment meant that when team dinner was over and you were back in your room you and Leah barley had the energy to brush your teeth and say goodnight before you were passing out. It helped because you didn’t have to worry about embarrassing yourself about your silly crush but it did suck because you felt like all you did was play footy and nothing else.

When the team finally had an afternoon off a couple of free hours before they had to be back for a team dinner it was a breath of fresh air. You, Tooney and Less all had plans to go find a coffee shop and relax, but when you got back to your room to change and get read to go out, you laid down to have a quick nap and ended up passing out and missing out on the cafe trip.

Almost two hours later you woke up with a start and sat up in bed and could feel your heart hammering.

“It’s okay Y/N, your safe” You heard from beside you and you looked over to the bed next to you and saw Leah, sitting up in bed with a book open on her lap.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to fall asleep, what time is it?” You ask her, as you train your eyes back to your lap where you have nervously started to play with your fingers.

“Almost 5pm, you’ve been out for a bit” she tells you quietly.

Shaking your head you remember your plans and you jump to stand beside your bed “shit, I was supposed to meet the girls”

Leah closed her book and placed it on the bedside table as she says “It’s okay Y/N, I texted Tooney and told her you were asleep and to let you sleep.”

Turning towards her you loom at her with a questioning look as you ask “Why? they could have woken me?”

“I have seen how the training has affected you, you needed the sleep.” she says to softly, as she’s speaking she has sat up and is now sitting cross legged against the head board. “Do you wanna talk about it Y/N?” she asks.

At the comfort you hear in her voice you can feel the tears start to gather at the corners of your eyes. Looking up at the ceiling to try and stop the tears you ask “As my roommate or as the captain of the team?”

“In here I am your roommate, and friend Y/N” she says in the same soft tone, as she pats the bed in front of her for you to sit.

Deciding to follow her lead you sit on the edge of her bed as you say “It’s just been a lot, I feel like a football machine. It’s like I am not me anymore.”

She scoots closer to you without touching as she says “I know its hard, but it will get easier. When I played in the World cup the first few weeks were hell, but once the magic of the tournament hit, it all felt worth it.”

You slowly turn so you can see her beside you and you realise how deep the emotions in her eyes are, and you feel like you can see the burden she has on her shoulders. “I just feel like I’m not on the same level as the rest of you Leah.”

Shaking her head she says “Listen to me when I tell you that you would not be here if Sarina didn’t think you were on our level. I have been watching you Y/N, for the last few years. You have become an unreal midfielder and I am so excited to see what you can do when you get the chance. I have no doubts that you will be leading this team very very soon.”

You lean in to her as you say with tears in your eyes “thank you” at this she wraps her arm around your shoulders and pulls you into her for a hug. As you turn and wrap your arm around her you feel like you are home, the comfort you feel is one you do not want to leave.

You remain in her arms for a few quiet moments when you hear her whisper into your hair “You are amazing Y/N, and I am so glad you are here with me, with the team.”

Not wanting to ruin the moment you push your self further into her hold and enjoy the comfort that you can find in her arms.

The next week feels better and you feel like you are finally coming around a bit to this whole international tournament vibes. The biggest help is that Leah has taken to checking in on you at night before bed and making sure you do not feel like a football machine only. You both have started watching Love Island together at night and try to imagine who you both would want to be or be with.

It's how you officially learned that she was single, and into women, not that you doubted that but good to know. You also learned that she was interested in someone who played football, but wouldn’t give you anymore than that. She learnt about your preference for ladies, you almost spilled your crush on her but you caught your self before you could.

The day before the tournament was due to start the team was given an afternoon off again, this time you made sure you got out of the hotel with Tooney and Alessia. The three of you ended up at a cafe a few blocks away, and settled in for an afternoon of gossip.

Since none of you were rooming together you wanted to hear all of their antics. You were a midfield and didn’t get to spend time with them while training since they were always with the attackers.

“So I want to hear what its like to room with Roebuck Tooney?” You ask Ella.

“Yeah who thought rooming united and city would be a good idea?” Alessia chimes in.

Ella rolls her eyes at that as she answers “You know I love Ellie, but we do often argue over reds and blues, and which colour is better”

Laughing you ask “Hopefully your getting some tips on how to score on her.”

“Yeah right, Like Tooney could.” Alessia chirps.

Rolling her eyes again Ella asks “I wanna hear how it is rooming with Captain serious?”

You can feel yourself start to blush as you try to get it under control so that you dont give your crush away but it was too late. Alessia caught right on and immediately latched on to it and asked “Oh my god! Y/N why are you blushing??”

Ella looks closer at you and pokes your cheek with her finger as she says “You are bushing! Spill Y/N”

“Nothing to spill guys, Leah is great.” you say with a shrug.

“she’s great?” Alessia asks with a smirk.

Shaking your head you realise your mistake and correct your self “she’s a great roommate, very clean and quiet.”

“Oh my god! I got it, Y/N has a crush!” Ella exclaims.

“SHHHHH guys I do not” you say to them as you cross your arms and pout at your best friends.

You see them both looking at each other as Alessia says “She so does, this explains why she’s always talking about Arsenal!”

“Yes it does, it's not the team it's Leah.” Ella says.

“Oh my god guys stop it please, I do not have a crush” you say and before anyone else can respond you hear behind you.

“Who does Y/N have a crush on?” As you turn you realise it was Beth talking to you, and she’s standing with Lauren and Leah.

Immediately feeling your cheeks heat up you refuse to make eye contact as you hear Alessia and Ella laughing at your face. Ella finally chimes in “She won’t tell us who”

You then hear Beth ask you “come on Y/N tell us”

And Leah at the same time say “You told me you didn’t have one”

Blushing harder at both of the questions you still refuse to make eye contact as you feel a hand on your shoulder, you can immediately tell its Leah’s as she says to the rest of the girls “It’s time to head back for dinner guys, thats why we stopped by.”

Sensing the change in subject Ella stands up and says “thank god, lets go back I am starving.”

“You are always starving Tooney” Beth tells her and immediately turns and runs as Ella took off after her.

Alessia stands and follows as she says to Lauren “we better go make sire they don’t chase each other into traffic.”

It's a moment before you feel the hand on your shoulder squeeze again and Leah say “Come on roomie, we better head back.”

Nodding you stand up and follow her out of the shop, not able to meet her eyes since it would probably break your resolve and confess to her.

Later that night you are both back in your room, you are sitting on the edge of your bed lost in thought when Leah comes out of the bathroom ready for bed. She sees you lost in thought as she asks “Are you okay Y/N?”

You nod and says “yeah”

“Is this about earlier? You know I didn’t mean it, you don’t have to tell me anything you do not want to.” she says to you softly.

Looking up at her you realise she is standing within arms length to you. Deciding to tell her you say “I did lie before but only because I was embarrassed to tell you who it was.”

She takes a small step closer and says “Y/N there is nothing to be embarrassed about with me.”

Smiling you say softly “its you Leah” breaking eye contact as your not able to meet her eyes as you confess your hopeless crush.

Feeling her hand on your chin she forces you to meet her eyes as she whispers “Y/N”

Nodding you maintain eye contact as you reach your hand out to her elbow in front of you.

She uses her other hand to stroke your cheek as she says “You are mine too.” you can feel the smile on your face start to grow as she says “But I can’t do this while I am your captain Y/N” and you feel the smile fall again.

Breaking eye contact you slowly lower your eyes and tell her “I get it Leah, I understand”

She releases your face but pulls you into her and wraps you in her arms. You know this is the closest comfort you will get from her, so you sink into it and enjoy any moment you can get.

#woso #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso x reader #leah williamson #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson x reader #engwnt

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romancingromanoff · 1 year

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Night Terrors

Andromache the Scythian x f!reader

I decided to create a series of loosely related one shots for Andromache (my beloved). Here’s part 1

Summary: A revisit to your past and you learn about an old member

TW: Mentions of child abuse, torture, choking, drowning

Word count: 2,437

After a long day of training you were completely spent. Already feeling the soreness start to settle in while you ate dinner with the team, you went straight to bed after that. It hadn’t taken very long for you to drift off into the realm of dreams.

Nicky and Joe were the first to notice you thrashing in your sleep. The two were trying to inconspicuously sneak back inside the safe house late at night when they heard some concerning noises coming from the corner where your mattress was.

You took a deep gasp of air as you were pulled up to a sitting position, a firm hand supporting your upper back. Could it be her? It was too dark to register anything besides the lingering sense of danger that wafted around you.

“Stop! Don’t touch me!” Desperately trying to get away from your assailant, you threw yourself out of bed and painfully landed on your left shoulder.

“Y/N, it’s us, Nicky and Joe. You’re safe, kid. It was just a bad dream.”

Once you were able to recognize the two pairs of eyes nervously staring at you the panic began to subside. You were awake and it was only a nightmare.

“Let me help you up.” Joe reached out for your hand but both of yours immediately grabbed at your own throat. It still felt like she was suffocating you. Nicky turned the lights on causing you to shield your eyes from their brightness.

“Is everything okay?” Your head shot up right as Andy burst in on the scene, the right side of her head had a few hairs sticking up and her eyes looked slightly groggy. They seemed to widen when she caught sight of you on the floor. “Y/N! What happened?”

“I-I…”

“Is everyone alright?” Booker nearly tripped into the room but caught himself and leaned on the back of the couch. “If it’s another spider I really don’t want to deal with it. I had to kill the last one.”

“Y/N was having a nightmare,” Joe explained and the Frenchman’s expression seemed to change.

“What did you see, kid?”

The clashing realities began to slowly fade with every breath you took. Still, the muffled voice of the strange woman rang in your ear. Andy whispered something soft and comforting in your other one. It was a language you didn’t recognize.

Andy, oh sweet Andy. Your ruthless leader. Only a few hours ago she shared a story about the time she took out a dozen assassins with just a leather belt and some duct tape. Now here she was rubbing small circles against your back and holding your hand to stop you from hurting yourself any further. You glanced at each of your other team members and noticed how silent it had become, yet none of them pushed you to talk. All they offered you was unwavering patience and understanding. Wiping the tears from your face, you eventually spoke as your grasp on reality strengthened.

“My mother. She choked me for so long once when I was seventeen that I nearly died. It felt so real though.”

There’s a shift from each of your teammates at your confession, each one slightly different with how they react. Joe shakes his head in disgust and his lips form a thin flat line. Booker’s face breaks and he gazes at you with pity. Nicky sighs deeply, you think he might try to reach out to you at that moment but he holds himself back. By now they know how easily triggered you are by touch even if you trust them.

Andy was the one to rest her hand on your shoulder. Only she was allowed right now. You could tell it was hers before she even made full contact. When you faced her, it reminded you of the first time you had met and she had promised to protect you. She looked more determined now than ever.

She squeezed your shoulder ever so gently and you knew you were safe.

“I could’ve sworn I was back there reliving that exact moment and then… it switched.”

In your dream, you began to lose consciousness as your mother continued to grip at your life force and dark patches blurred your vision. But instead of the light returning as oxygen once again filled your lungs like it had in the moment, the darkness became all encompassing. You weren’t simply imagining it was there, you could feel that nothing but pitch black blanket stretched on for miles in every direction. And though you’d never swam in the sea, you knew exactly where you were.

“I saw a woman trapped in a giant metal coffin at the bottom of the ocean. She kept drowning and coming back, drowning and coming back all alone in the darkness. It was like I could feel her anger, her rage.”

The other immortals exchanged knowing glances which made you worried. A thick silence hung in the air, allowing the nerves to creep back up your spine.

“Did I… Did I say something wrong?”

“No, of course not,” Joe assured you while Book and Nicky quickly joined in. “We’re glad you told us, Y/N.”

But Andy suddenly seemed a million miles away.

They tell you all about Quynh and the events that transpired during the witch trials, the decades they spent searching for anyone who might know where she was, only for all of their efforts to end with the same results. The mere thought of having to endure such never-ending suffering with no hope of escaping the cycle makes purgatory itself seem merciful and brief.

“It’s why we fear capture,” Nicky says. “It’s also why Andy blames herself after all of these years.”

“Why do you blame yourself?”

“I lost a soldier,” Andy’s voice pools with guilt and it stings you to see her torment herself in such a way. “My job is to protect everyone on the team and I couldn’t do that.” There’s a bitterness in her expression you tell yourself not to take personally. With everything she’s been through and all the stories she’s told, this one is laced with the most regret.

This time it’s you who reaches out and grabs her hand. “I would never presume to understand exactly how you feel but we’re immortal, Andy. That doesn’t mean we’re all-powerful or perfect. You tried harder than anyone else could have ever done.”

You don’t know if your words make any real difference but you are glad to have spoken your truth. While Andy and the three guys exchanged some short comments, you began to struggle to keep your eyes open as the realm of sleep tried to drag you back under. The Scythian cooed something in your ear, bringing you closer to her, and you quickly gave in.

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Things had finally settled down as you slept soundly in Andy’s arms, a warm smile graced her face as she thoughtlessly stroked your hair. None of the guys had ever expected to see her as domestic as she looked while watching over you.

“Was I the only one that was hesitant about her at first?” Booker asked, although it was more likely he was simply thinking out loud. “I mean about her being one of us despite not being a fighter in a traditional sense?”

“I was worried too,” Joe admitted as he intertwined his fingers with Nicky’s. “I feel terrible about it now since it’s clear how much we need her in the group.”

Andy, only half paying attention to the conversation up until that point, curiously weighed the words Joe subtly tried to direct at her.

“Just don’t make her wait too long to tell her how you feel,” Joe smiled, bringing up the back of Nicky’s hand to his mouth so he could kiss it. His eyes knowingly sparkled at Andy the entire time. “I have no doubt she’s the type that’s quite perceptive until it comes to someone else having feelings for her.”

“I believe Andy should simply follow her heart. As should Y/N,” Booker chimes in. “They’ll come together at the right time if it’s meant to be.”

“That’s a rather romantic way of looking at it!” Nicky was thoroughly impressed.

Booker simply shrugged. “I may not get as much practice as you and Joe but I’d like to think I’m not as rusty as this one over here.”

All three of them turned to look at Andy as their leader tried to remain still and unbothered. She did have to admit that it was difficult for her to get angry when you were resting against her.

“Are you actually calling me old, Book?” There was an edge of warning in her voice without any actual concrete threat. She was more than aware of how long it had been since she’d had feelings for someone and it was somewhat intimidating to face. Nothing had been confessed and yet she was already terrified of losing you.

“Of course I don’t mean it like that, capitaine. But I agree with Joe. Sweet and subtle will most likely fly straight over her head.”

“Not really all that straight.” Nicky murmured under his breath before chuckling at his own joke.

“Still, you should do whatever you feel is right,” Booker continued but shot the Italian a quick glance. “Don’t do something because you think Joe, or Nicky, or even I might do it in your position. She already likes you so all you have to do is be yourself.”

It was more than just a little cliche. She hated how oftentimes the best advice usually was.

“If I say I won’t wait more than a hundred years then could we please end this discussion? She’s finally sleeping, no thanks to your conversation, and I’d like for her to get as much rest as possible.”

None of them looked fully satisfied with her answer but they could all at least agree that it was best to let you sleep.

“Whatever you say, boss.”

“Good night.”

“Sweet dreams.”

The lights were turned off and Andy carefully tried to settle down with you. She planned to stay awake, to make sure that you were properly guarded and could sleep peacefully. But the steady sounds of your breathing and beating of your heart eventually lulled her to sleep as well.

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“Good morning.” You gradually opened your eyes to the sight of Andy sitting up next to you in bed. The smell of eggs wafted in the air from the next room over. “We let you sleep in for a little bit but didn’t want you to get a cold breakfast. The food should be ready soon. I trust you got some better sleep?”

You nodded, sitting up and feeling a bit awkward that Andy was still in your bed. Had she been there the rest of the night? “Yeah, I had a nice dream actually. I was on a white sand beach that was surrounded by cliffs with all sorts of tropical flowers growing around them. Have you ever been to a place like that?” You purposefully left out the details regarding Andy kissing you as the sun set. That was one thing she didn’t need to know about.

“Yes,” she nodded as a pleasant memory appeared to pass through her mind. Still, there was also a speck of sadness that shone in her eyes. “There are some that perfectly match that description in Greece, Thailand, Brazil. I’ve visited my fair share and the views never disappoint. Add some good company and it makes the trip all the better.”

You wondered who she was thinking about; what memories they might have shared together.

“I’ve actually never seen the ocean,” you confessed. “My mother is terrified of the water because a boy she went to school with in her childhood drowned in a lake one summer. She forbade me from ever going near it, even though I’ve wanted to learn how to swim since I first learned about mermaids.”

“You would still want to go? After your nightmare and seeing what happened to Quynh you’re not feeling hesitant at all about the ocean?”

“No, I don’t think so,” you admitted and pondered at the question. “That was terrifying, don’t get me wrong, but there’s a good and bad side to everything, right? Besides, I don’t want fear to control me anymore. Not like how I was with my mother.”

Andy studied you with such intensity, giving you the perfect opportunity to get lost in her eyes once more. You knew that you could stare at her forever. But what could she possibly be thinking about while gazing at you so intently? You honestly had no clue and when you were so ordinary. The only thing you were certain of was that she looked at you like you meant something. And to mean something to her was the best feeling in the world.

She looked like she wanted to say something but ultimately decided against it.

Instead, she cleared her throat, bringing the both of you back to the moment. “Alright, it’s decided then. I’ll teach you how to swim then. It should really be a part of your training anyway and after you’ve got it down I’ll take you to the beach from your dream.”

She sounded completely serious yet it took you by surprise. “Do you mean that?”

“Of course. I promise it will have everything you imagine aside from mermaids.”

“Aw, I mean I understand but it’s still somewhat disappointing. I was really looking forward to being serenaded by a siren that may or may not try to kill me.”

The Scythian chuckled. “I can already tell you that you don’t want to hear me try to sing.”

You raised an eyebrow at that. “Actually, that only makes me more curious. After having 6,000 years to practice you cannot possibly be that bad!”

“I’m afraid I sound so bad that it makes all the dogs bark.”

“One day, I’ll get you to sing,” you shoot Andy a look showing that you’re nothing but serious. “You can’t say ‘no’ to me forever. You’ll cave in eventually, I promise.”

“Breakfast is ready!” You could hear Booker exclaim from the kitchen.

As you turned to leave and grab some food, you didn’t notice the soft pair of green eyes following you or how Andy couldn’t seem to move after hearing what you said. There had been nothing but truth to your words and she knew if you asked her to sing or throw herself off a mountain she would do either if it could make you happy.

#Andromache the Scythian x reader #andromache x reader #Andromache the scythian #the old guard #joe x nicky #booker #yusuf x nicolo #nicolo di genova #yusuf al kaysani #sebastien le livre #andy the scythian x reader #andromache the scythian x reader

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allthelittlecreepycrawlies · 7 months

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SangYao Horror(Ish) Ideas, Part Three

(with bonus SangYu)

Purge AU

Jin Guangshan is a wealthy club owner/politician who sells the addresses of his bastard children and their mothers to rich and bored purge gangs for ludicrous amounts of money.

Meng Shi was killed by one such gang but had managed to hide her son so well (after drugging him so he wouldn't try to come save her) that he survived.

As an adult, he's living in an apartment above the bar he works at.

Unbeknownst to him, the residents of another apartment down the hall are Mo Xuanyu and his mother, more names on Jin Guangshan’s list.

And unbeknownst to Jin Guangshan and his murderous cronies, the owners of the bar downstairs, one Nie Mingjue and his younger brother Nie Huaisang, are both survivalist-trained and are very protective of their turf, their employees, and the other residents of the building.

If the purge attackers manage to get away with just injuries, they'll be very lucky.

(At one point, Meng Yao gets cornered by one of the purgers who's armed with blades of several types and lengths, only for Nie Huaisang to pop up out of nowhere and beat the guy to death with a barstool, even as it breaks in the process.

Wow.

He might be in love.)

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(I might have posted a snippet of this one already, I'm a little too out of it to tell.)

When Meng Yao goes to Koi Tower for the first time, it's discovered (to his surprise) that he's part yao.

A disgusted Jin Guangshan decides that banishment is too nice a punishment, but execution might get some nosy people suspicious, which could lead to people discovering the boy was his.

Not wanting Meng Yao anywhere near Koi Tower, he has Meng Yao dragged off to some falling-apart mansion of a disgraced magistrate near the border and sealed in, then offers a bounty to anyone who can kill the monster "haunting" the house.

Many try, but Meng Yao, having realized his own father is sending assassins after him, taps into his yao side in a desperate bid for survival and kills any comers.

Eventually, he's forgotten about by everyone except his father, who despises the fact that he's not dead yet.

Years later, Nie Huaisang is caught in a wild thunderstorm that blew in as he was escaping from a kidnapping party of Wens.

Terrified, exhausted, wounded, and now soaked, he ducks into the first empty house he comes across, passing out almost the moment he falls across the threshold.

The pursuing Wens, realizing where they are, see this as a bonus opportunity. Not only can they recapture the Nie heir, they can force Jin-zongzhu to owe their sect for getting rid of his little problem.

One strides forward and grabs the unconscious Nie Huaisang by the hair, but then there's a growl out of the shadows…

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Thinking about a SangYao/SangYu haunted romance.

Nie Huaisang is on a trip with a bunch of other grad students (he's the only art conservationist) to a supposedly haunted temple on an island.

Being from an extremely old family well-versed in ritual, Nie Huaisang is the only one who can actually see the ghosts, and it turns out the official story (the ghosts were all plague victims) is only partially true. Yes, a plague wiped everyone out, but they all moved on.

All the ghosts that are still around arrived afterwards, when a noble notable for his womanizing started having any bastard children dumped there.

He crosses paths with Mo Xuanyu first because Mo Xuanyu just can't help being curious about this guy in particular who is so careful with and fascinated by the murals (even the not-as-good additions Mo Xuanyu himself made while he was still alive).

It scares the hell out of him when Nie Huaisang looks right at him and asks if he worked on any of them and it takes Mo Xuanyu a week to get up the nerve to make another appearance.

But while he's in hiding, his half-siblings start showing up, unable to keep themselves from being intrigued that someone has made contact with one of them.

Jin Guangyao, understandably, is one of the most suspicious of this stranger's motives, but once he's decided Nie Huaisang is harmless good company, suddenly Nie Huaisang has like 20+ ghosts vying for his attention because all they've ever had is each other and their mutual unhappiness about what their father did to all of them.

It's gonna be a weird summer. Imagine the messages sent back home to his brother.

'Hey Da-ge, having a great time studying old art, trying not to kill my fellow students, miss you. Oh, BTW, I seem to have acquired a gaggle of ghost besties/bfs/gfs. Is it okay to bring them home with me?”

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Haunting AU with Huaisang being the ghost for a change.

Meng Yao as the "human" exorcist. This is his first case just out of his apprenticeship under his mother.

(There aren't any cultivation sects in this one, just powerful noble clans.)

He arrives at the seat of the Nie Clan having followed rumors and his own sense of Trouble.

His investigation turns up a nasty little conspiracy.

In this timeline, Huaisang's mama had never become er-furen (papa nie and da-furen had always intended it, but Something would always come up before they could set up a private ceremony, and then suddenly it was too late because she died in childbirth), so Huaisang was "just" the child of a concubine. When he was a toddler and it became evident that he was probably going to be sickly all his life, a handful of retainers decided to "solve" the problem of their lord and lady having to care for a pitiful child who wasn't even in line to inherit. So they lured the boy out of his room one night and took him out into the forest.

It wasn't a gentle death at all.

The pain and terror and anger warped the poor child's spirit into something unrecognizable as having previously been human.

He succeeded in killing one of his murderers, but the rest had ended up dying in a clash with another noble clan, robbing him of his revenge and leaving him too twisted and hurting to be able to communicate with his family.

Once they hear the truth Papa Nie and Da-Furen beg Meng Yao to give Huaisang relief instead of simply exorcizing him.

It's much more difficult to do, but he succeeds, and the result is a ghost who looks like the teenager Huaisang would currently be if he had lived. The lord and lady and Mingjue all insist on letting him reside in the household as a peaceful ghost, and also insist that Meng Yao feel free to use their home as a base to return to whenever he is exhausted from work or travel.

(And of course he's free to visit his mother whenever he likes.)

Naturally, this ends in an unorthodox romance because once he's free of his misery, Huaisang is a very cuddly (and halfway solid, if very chilly) ghost.

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Slay the Princess AU

Feat Nie Huaisang as The Princess

Newly-legitimized Jin Guangyao as the Main Character

And Jin Guangshan as The Narrator

Jin Guangyao being forced into the position of having to kill Nie Huaisang no matter what he tries.

And some of his efforts only make things much worse for him when Nie Huaisang revives.

Because Huaisang very much doesn’t like betrayals or efforts to trick him.

The only time they get any peace is the ending where Jin Guangyao gives up and kills him immediately, followed by taking his own life after being trapped as a result.

They may be stuck together for eternity as ghosts, but it gives them time to sort out the bullshit that led them to this fate and maybe even fall for each other?

#mdzs #jin guangyao #nie huaisang #mo xuanyu #sangyao #sangyu #nie mingjue #ideas

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~Save From The Pechenegs~

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A/N: This was requested by DEVILHORNS on wattpad, thank you! ♥️ I merged two requests of yours together since I thought it would make a fun longer one shot.

Summary: Reader is determined to save Harald from the Pechenegs and lets her get taken to them.

Timeline: Season 2

Pairing: Harald Sigurdsson x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst, blood, violence, torture.

Looking at the shore and the forest behind it as she climbed out of the freezing water, Y/N noticed Harald wasn't with the surviving group. "Where's Harald?!" She yelled after them, watching everyone stare at their feet after they watched her drag her soaked dress over the sand.

"Y/N, Harald has been taken by the Pechenegs. He convinced them we were dead." Mariam gently took her hand into hers to calm her, knowing the news was going to scare and upset her. "He made sure we were safe to travel along without troubles." She continued and pointed in a certain direction before stroking her hair back, knowing it was tough to realise what happened to her lover.

"I'm not leaving without Harald." She hissed, staring at everyone who still tried to avoid her eye contact. "Are you all seriously considering leaving the prince behind without even trying? He's the one who got us this far. Without him we won't survive a day out there and it won't help us get the men we need from Constantinople."

"Y/N, it might already be too late for Harald." One of the other men whispered.

"No." She shook her head, denying the thought completely. The prince was a survivor, he was alive for sure. "He's not in Valhalla yet, the gods will give him more time."

"If we want to rescue him, we should have a plan first." Leif suggested, but once again she shook her head.

She didn't want to waste time on a stupid plan that was doomed to fail.

It always ended up with improvising eventually so why not do it right away?

"I'm not going to wait until we come up with a pathetic plan." She gathered her weapons they had pulled out of the water earlier and started walking the way Mariam had pointed in as she talked about Harald.

In no way was she going to let him die.

She knew she reacted unreasonable to her friends, but she just wanted her lover back, even if it meant her own journey to Valhalla.

She needed him safe as he would have kept her safe in a situation like this as well.

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Sprinting through the dark trees, avoiding roots and sticks, she eventually found a meadow with the temporary Pecheneg camp. The colors the banners carried didn't mean much to her as she walked right up to the camp.

Was it stupid? Yes. Did she care? No.

Holding up her hands as she dropped her weapons, the men grabbed her by her hair, dragging her across the dusty floor until a man with black hair yelled after them to stop and bring her inside. 'The leader', she assumed since everyone stopped right away and carried her in, legs still dragging over the gravel.

It caused tears on her knees, but she didn't care anymore when her eyes finally landed on those of her lover's.

"Harald." She whispered, so relieved to see him mostly okay.

"Love? What are you doing here?" He looked confused as he eyed her up and down to see if she was mostly doing okay.

"Came to rescue you on my own." She flinched a bit when they forced her on her bleeding knees next to the prince. "Gods...."

"Yes, they're not very respectful and gentle." He watched her, hating the fact that he couldn't hold her hand or help her soothe the pain in her knees.

"Since the prince here survived his torture for the evening." The Khan began, standing up from his bone-made throne to walk up to the woman. "I want to find out what a female viking can endure." He lifted her chin to force her to look at him as a terrible grin crossed his face.

"You leave her alone." Harald growled, trying to get out of the Pechenegs' grip to break the Khan's hand for laying a finger on her.

Even though he knew she could defend herself, touching her even if it was only her chin was a no go for him.

"Torture...?" Y/N watched Harald and suddenly noticed the deep cuts in his chest. "What did they do to you...?"

"It's okay, sæta." He gave her a warm smile. "It'll heal strong again. They can't tear me down that fast."

"Why don't we start with strikes?" The Khan smirked and his men all laughed, immediately agreeing with their leider.

"Strikes...?" She repeated softly, narrowing her eyes as the men suddenly dragged her by her hair to the middle of the room. "Watch it!" She hissed, but of course they couldn't care less and ripped the top of her dress, exposing her to the whole room when it pooled around her waist and her breasts and stomach were bare.

"I will kill you if you hurt her!" Harald growled louder and groaned when they pressed into his cuts with a small hunters knife to silence him.

It didn't stop him however.

Harald instantly managed to grab the tall slender man behind him by his hair despite the pain and pulled him to the floor, taking over control of the knife and planting it into his neck as Y/N was hit by the first whiplash.

It got him absolutely furious.

She was in this mess because he got taken by the Pechenegs in the first place and now they were hurting and scarring her.

Y/N's entire back was bleeding from that one whiplash, but never did she make a sound and she wouldn't continue to do so for the ones to come either. She was going to be strong like Harald. She had to stay strong or he would lose focus and make mistakes.

Quietly watching the prince fight off whatever man came onto him, she could feel another strike hit her back and noticed the thick red blood drip down her sides and legs. Whoever was hitting her was too strong for Harald to take on by himself, but as long as she could keep him busy he would be okay. They could outrun the lasting men if they were being smart about it.

Harald got his hands on a nearby axe after slicing the rope he was tied with and then chopped another warrior's hand off before hurrying to Y/N and picking her up before the man could respond.

It cost him all of his energy to get her away from him and out of the tent, his chest muscles starting to give up and that's where she had to jump in. Carefully getting out of his arms, she supported him to the horses and cut them loose.

"Get up, Harald!" She yelled and he somehow managed to get onto the horse before she climbed on top too, kicking its side to make the horse run off thankfully in time. She couldn't care less what way the animal was running as well, as long as she and Harald were going to be safe and out of the Pechenegs' sight.

"I love you, sæta. Thank you." Harald panted as he rested his body against the Horse's back and neck, tired and in pain.

"I love you more, my prince. Now let's go find our group. Mariam can help us treat our wounds."

#harald sigurdsson #harald x reader #harald hardrada #Vikings #Vikings valhalla #angst #pechenegs rescue #season 2 Vikings #requests open

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averagewriter-inthedark · 2 years

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Living Up To The Legacy ✈️ | Top Gun Maverick Series P.5

Contains major spoilers for TGM

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Characters & Pairings: Lt. Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Barbara ‘Legacy’ Mitchell (past/eventual romance), Captain Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell x daughter!OC (platonic), Lt. Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin (platonic), Lt. Robert ‘Bob’ Floy (platonic), Lt. Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace (platonic), pretty much the rest of the characters are platonic.

content warnings: slight nsfw (rank kink) and allusions to smut, but not explicit—MINORS DNI !, profanity, light angst and fluff. Friends-to-lovers-to-strangers-to-lovers-again | Female OC (she/her) | wc: 6116

Premise: After helping Maverick prove the mission was possible, Barbara faces the consequences of her actions all while having to come to terms with the fact her father and ex-husband, whom she still loves, will be on the high-risk mission. Rooster, confused as to why Barbara was not chosen, confronts his ex-wife who reveals her fate. Feelings are hard to ignore once they become overwhelming, and with the days counting down they finally put the past behind them and let love prevail.

Note: So this chapter is basically Barbara and Rooster. I was going to add the carrier scenes but felt it was better to save it for the next part and have these two finally have their moment after denying their feelings while still pinning for one another.

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The entire hour before she was to be at the hangar, Barbara locked herself away in an empty storage closet. The reason being she knew the others would hound her for questions and answers on what she did if she ran into any of them. That was not something she needed at that moment. Right now she was having to come to terms with everything.

One, her father was now team leader in the high risk mission that could end badly if there is one mistake. He may have been the best naval pilot in the world, but this level of combat exceeded even his skills.

Two, Rooster was going to be his wingman. There was no doubt about it. That meant Barbara could easily lose two of the most important people in her life.

And three, her time as a naval aviator had likely come to an end. There wasn’t much hope the court-martial would swing her way. Not with Cyclone, a three-star Admiral filing it. The outcomes could be probation, demotion, and the most likely to happen, dishonorable discharge.

Those three factors combined had Barbara sitting on the floor with her head in between her knees while tears poured from her eyes. Here she could cry without prying eyes or judgement from others. After a tear-filled call with Charlie, who did her best to console Barbara, the aviator left the closet before going to a nearby restroom to freshen up. The cold water hit her face as Barbara did her best to reduce the puffiness. While it worked to some extent, there was still a red rim around her eyes.

At that moment she wished she had bangs to cover the evidence.

After patting her face with a paper towel, Barbara fixed her hair and took a deep breath before putting on her professional act and leaving. When she got to the hangar everyone else was filing in. Phoenix was the first to see her and Barbara quickly shook her head to stop the woman when she made a move to approach her. Phoenix frowned, expression silently asking if Barbara was okay to which Barbara shook her head once more.

Instead of moving to the front like she had done the first day of training, Barbara remained in the back—taking the empty table behind Coyote. Thankfully before anyone else could take notice of her they were called to attention as Cyclone, Warlock, and Maverick arrived. “At ease,” Cyclone ordered and they all fell into the position. That’s when in her peripheral she caught Rooster looking at her.

When they made eye contact his face was riddled with surprise and concern. All she could do was offer a tight smile, breaking the gaze and focusing on Maverick. “It’s been an honor flying with you,” the older told the pilots, letting his eyes linger on each of them, but especially Barbara. She softly smiled in return. “Each one of you represents the best of the best. This is a very specific mission. My choice is a reflection of that and nothing more.”

“Choose your two foxtrot teams.”

With little to no hesitation, Maverick calls out the name, “Payack and Fanboy. Phoenix and Bob.” While the first duo let their heads fall in relief, the latter was lifting theirs in shock. They truly believed after their close call that was it for them.

“And your wingman,” Cyclone says. At the pause from Maverick, Barbara clenches her hands that were behind her back tightly. She saw Rooster gently drop his head, all the while Handman kept his eyes straight as though he expected it would be his name to leave the Captain’s lips. The blonde hadn’t seen Barbara come in, so he assumed she had already been sacked. Meanwhile the pilots who did see her flashed her a quick glance, thinking she was the obvious choice.

“Rooster.”

The pilot's head is lifting up, brows furrowed in surprise as though he misheard. But seeing Maverick staring back at him confirmed he did hear correctly. Without realizing it he was turning back to Barbara, who’s expression was tight like she was fighting back the urge to cry. By the looks of it one would assume she was upset she didn’t get chosen, but Rooster could tell it was something way different. Seeing it made him nearly run up to Barbara, but remembered they were still at ease and had yet to be dismissed.

Several of the other pilots visibly reacted. Omaha and Halo had shifted their heads to glance at Barbara, while Phoenix and Bob shared looks of shock. In the front Hangman was trying to remain neutral and not let the disappointment show.

“The rest of you will stand by on the carrier for any reserve role that’s required.” Warlock announced before promptly adding, “Dismissed.” Dropping her shoulders and stepping away from the table, Barbara sniffed and put on a brave face just in time to face Rooster when he approached. “Barbara.”

“Hey,” she said, mentally cursing by how pathetic she sounded. In the corner of her eye she noticed some of the looks from her fellow aviators. She could only imagine what they were thinking.

“Hey?” He repeated with a pointed look. It was the look of, ‘can you please explain to me what the fuck just happened?’ Barbara pinched the bridge of her nose, “can we not do this here, Bradley.”

“Fine,” he huffed, grabbing her forearm gently and guiding her away from the hangar while ignoring the looks they were receiving. “But we’re doing this right now whether you like it or not.” She made a sound of protest but nonetheless followed him, trying not to trip since it was difficult to keep up with his large strides. They were outside and on the tarmac away from prying ears when he finally let go and turned to her. “What the hell was that?”

“What do you mean, Bradshaw?” She asks confused, which only makes him narrow his eyes.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Barbara.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“The hell you do! That stunt you pulled today should have been your ticket on this mission—hell maybe even the team leader! So how the hell did I get picked?” She doesn’t answer at first which only makes Rooster annoyed. “Barbara.”

Feeling the tightness in her chest, Barbara couldn’t help but hiss out, “Why can’t you just be happy you got on the team, Bradley—.”

“Because it should be fucking you instead!” He shouts, letting his anger get the best of him. Barbara remains still while he glances away briefly. When he looks back, he shakes his head, “You and I both know it—they all know it too. I can understand how Mav ended up being named team leader, but what I don’t understand is you on reserves.”

She looks down to her feet, mumbling, “I’m not on reserves,” and the softness in her voice takes him aback. That wasn’t what he expected.

“What?”

The sound she made was a mix between a laugh and scoff, “You always used to warn me that if one day I wasn’t careful, then it will come back to bite me. You were right.” When she lifts her head, Barbara notices how Rooster’s expression softened. But he was still clueless to what she was implying. It made her sigh, “I’ve been grounded, Bradley. I’m out—and not just for this mission, but for good. Cyclone is having me court-martialed after this is done.”

Dismay would be the best word to accurately describe what Rooster was feeling. Shock, heartbreak, anger. A mix of all of it.

“Oh don’t look so surprised,” she tried to joke, “We both know it was bound to happen. And with Ice gone, nothing could get me out of it.”

“But-but Mav—.”

“Can’t do anything,” she cuts him off, softly shrugging. She curses silently when water lines her eyes, “At least not right now. Not with the mission being in less than forty-eight hours. And even after who’s to say he won’t be in the same boat as me? This could very well be it for him.” Lifting a finger to wipe under her eye she adds, “At least he gets one last ride.”

Rooster is left speechless; it's almost comical. He just stared at her with his mouth agape, not knowing how to respond. Inside his heart is breaking for Barbara, the pain he can feel from her voice fills his own veins. Yeah it always occurred to Rooster she would be reckless enough to face consequences, but he didn’t expect it to happen right then. Without thinking he slowly extends his arm, placing a hand on her shoulder. When Barbara doesn’t flinch or brush him off he draws her close, other hand going to the back of her neck.

Like it was natural, Barbara’s arms went around his waist. The difference in their stature placed her head on Rooster’s chest, just by his heart and Barbara could feel the heat radiate him. She pressed her face into his chest, the material of his flight suit rough against her skin. Sniffing, the pilot contained her sobs but allowed the tears to slowly trickle down her face in a silent cry. This was more for Rooster.

The fact he was going on the mission and although she believed him in, Barbara feared the worst.

At the small shakes coming from her, Rooster tightens his hold, resting his cheek on the top of her head. “Shhhh,” he murmurs against her hair. A choked sound escapes her which has Rooster pull away slightly to cup her face in his hands, “Hey, look at me,” gently tilting her head up, he brushes the strands of hair sticking to her skin away before using his thumbs to erase the tears. “It’s going to be okay, baby. You’re gonna be fine.” The pet name slips before Rooster could stop it, causing the air to catch in Barbara’s throat.

“It’s not me I’m worried about,” her voice cracks. “It’s the mission. It’s my dad. It’s….you and these goddamn feelings I have.” At the confession she closes her eyes while turning her head away. With his hands still on her, Barbara felt Rooster freeze. “I-I tried to deny it these last couple days—and my anger at you in the beginning helped as an excuse,” she pauses, refusing to look at him.

God, was she really doing this right now? She didn’t have a clue what to even say. But with their close proximity and her mind racing, Barbara was letting everything out regardless of its outcome. “I won’t know how to live if I lose either of you.”

First there’s silence. Then before she could take a chance to escape, Rooster’s hand is on her jaw, turning her head back to face him and lips are pressing together. Barbara gasps into the kiss, eyes wide for a split second from the shock before she’s responding with the same energy. Eyelids fluttering shut, her hands lay flat on his back.

This kiss is soft and slow. At first it was a simple hard press of lip to lip, but once Rooster feels her relax he risks moving against her. Before long they are in a familiar rhythm. The hair from Rooster’s mustache tickles her upper lip, which basically is how the pilot remembers that she wasn’t dreaming.

She was in fact kissing her ex-husband in the middle of the tarmac.

To make it easier Barbara lifted on her tiptoes to relieve some strain on Rooster’s neck that he had from bending down. All it does is have her yelp when the man winds his arms around her waist and lifts her off the ground. It puts Barbara’s head over his, causing her hands to go from his back to around his neck.

They continue the kiss, keeping it slow and at a steady pace. Barbara wasn’t sure if she could handle it if the kiss got heated. Especially with them being out in the open.

It wasn’t until Rooster started chuckling that Barbara pulled away, but kept her face close to his, “What?” There is a light blush to his cheeks as he smiles.

“Your hair is tickling my cheeks.”

She makes a face, finger coming up to tap the area above his lip, “I could say the same about your mustache, Bradshaw.” He rolls his eyes, leaning in again, but Barbara only lets the kiss last a second. When she pulls away this time the playful expression was replaced with a frown. “What are we doing, Rooster?”

The question results in a sigh, the pilot gently lowering Barbara back to the ground but keeping her close. “Can’t we just leave it at that for now?”

“You know it’s not that easy,” her frown deepens, stepping back and letting her hands fall into his own. The line she was walking on was thin. It scared Barbara to open up, even if it was to Rooster—who knew her better than anyone. “I don’t know what you’re thinking right now—hell I don’t even know what I’m thinking. All I know is I’m terrified for what’s to come.”

Whether she meant the mission or the relationship with Rooster, it didn’t matter. “I am too,” his index finger and thumb goes to caress her jaw. “But one thing I know for sure is I love you.”

Was that a car alarm in the distance? Oh no it was just the pounding of Barbara’s heart through her chest.

Did he just really say that?

“Wha—-.”

“Yo, Bradshaw!” The two break away, Rooster going to rub his jaw while Barbara brushes her hands over her forearms. From the distance the team selected for the mission was heading toward them. The others on reserves were going the opposite way to the parking lot. There wasn’t much time to process the confession, so Barbara remained calm as the group stopped before them.

“Hey,” she greeted with a small smile. She prayed they couldn’t see the intense blush on her cheeks. Thankfully it was getting dark outside. “Congrats to all of you. You deserve it.” They all give thanks to the pilot, though their expressions were all mirroring the same question: why the hell was she not chosen?

“We’re all heading to the Hard Deck for a couple hours just to chill for a bit,” Payback announces on their behalf. He glances between the two, “Y’all down?”

“Yeah,” Rooster immediately agrees. “I could go for one last beer.” Barbara had to stop herself from reacting at the thought of it being his last. “What time are we to report tomorrow morning?”

“O-five hundred at the docks,” Bob replies. Barbara checked her watch, reading that it was pushing close to 7. With a shake of the head she goes, “Cyclone asked to see me after the meeting. I shouldn’t keep him waiting.” Looking back up she sees her fellow pilots staring at her with mixed expressions. Said meeting was a lie, but they didn’t need to know that. The only two who could pick up on it were Rooster and Phoenix. And judging by the look the former was giving her, Barbara could tell he saw right past it.

Much like the day of Iceman’s funeral Barbara was not in the mood to be social. While it sounded great to drown her worries and sorrow in alcohol, she needed to pack and sleep. The day had drained her.

Knowing the group would want some answers, Barbara gave a slight shrug, “I’ll let Bradshaw here catch you all up on my fate.” At their perplexed reaction, Barbara gives a soft smile, “It was an honor flying with you guys.” One by one, Barbara gives them hugs starting with Fanboy, then Payback followed by Bob and finally Phoenix. When she reaches the woman Barbara leans in close to whisper, “Thanks for everything, Phee.”

When she pulls away, Barbara connects her eyes with Rooster. It nearly had her take back the lie at the sight of his jaw clenched, eyes pleading, ‘don’t walk away from me. Please, don’t.’ It pained her, knowing he would be hurt if she did. But she couldn’t continue the conversation right there. Not with the others and not with the way her head was spinning. Frowning, she shakes her head and Rooster lets out a huff before looking away.

Taking the chance she bids one last goodbye and waves to the group before walking to the hangar. Behind her she heard Fanboy ask, “What the hell was that about?” and Bob go, “Did she tell you what happened?”

With her back against the wall of the now pitch black building, Barbara tilts her head up to the ceiling and closes her eyes. She waits until their voices have faded and only silence fills her ears before attempting to leave. Thankfully it’s only her bike in the parking lot. Once home, Barbara showers and dresses in a tank top and sweats before making herself dinner. Keeping it simple and not having too much of an appetite she makes some homemade tomato soup and grilled cheese. With a dirty Shirley temple in hand, Barbara brings up Spotify on her TV and presses shuffle on the Lana Del Rey playlist.

Was it sad she was listening to Lana and eating alone instead of being out for drinks with her friends on what could be their last night in San Diego? Yeah it definitely was. But after the confession from Rooster and accepting she too loved him, Barbara couldn’t bring herself to be in the same room as him. It would not let her think straight.

After finishing her meal and cleaning up, Barbara grabs her Navy issued duffle bag and backpack reserved for offshore assignments. The first thing she grabs is her MacBook with its charger, notebook, defense keychain, a random book she’s been meaning to read and anything else in the living room she could think of she’d need to put in the backpack. Dropping it by the front door, Barbara then moves to her bedroom.

It was expected they’d be on the carrier for a couple days, if not a week, so Barbara planned for the latter. Throwing several pairs of undergarments followed by neatly folding her uniforms onto the bed, Barbara opens the duffle and begins packing the bag. She’s just zipping up the bag when the doorbell rings. Confused and not expecting anyone, Barbara checks her phone. Minus the several texts from Phoenix, her mom, and even one from Pete, there wasn’t any indicating someone's arrival. She wasn’t even sure if her dad had her address, but wouldn’t put it past him to check her file or ask Sarah.

With the duffle bag in hand, Barbara moves out of her bedroom to the door, discarding the bag beside the other before moving the curtain of the window. What she’s met with has her still.

Rooster’s Bronco was parked beside the curb. And he was standing in front of her door.

Closing the curtain in a record speed, Barbara couldn’t even stop the tremor in her hand. ‘What the hell was he doing here?’ She thought, bringing her fingers up to grip the knob. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but then again the pilot hadn’t expected her ex-husband on her doorstep at nearly nine o’clock at night. With a quick pep talk to herself, Barbara slowly opens the door.

Rooster, who was facing the front yard still in his flight suit with his arms crossed, turned at the sound of the handle turning. His expression was unreadable, but Barbara could make out the hurt and desire in his eyes.

Fuck. She knew that look all too well.

Barbara also doesn’t miss the way he glances over her, eyes lingering on her exposed neckline and collarbones where her gold nameplate necklace and dogtags rested. It sends heat to her chest, “Bradley.”

“Barbara.”

She opens the door fully and leans against the side, arms crossed, “You should be at the Hard Deck. Or at home packing for tomorrow.”

He moves to lean against the opposite side, “couldn’t really concentrate on having a good time. There were some things on my mind.”

“What, no pretty civilians caught your eye to distract you? I find that hard to believe.”

His reaction stays unfazed, though there was a movement to his cheek. “Even if someone threw themselves at me tonight it would’ve been met with rejection. I only had one person in mind I’d share the night with and they weren’t there.”

Oh fuck.

A sharp inhale has Rooster smirk in victory at the sight of flustered Barbara. If she wasn’t feeling the overwhelming sexual tension right then and there she would’ve threatened to slap it off. Instead she licks her lip, noting how he watches her tongue closely, “H-how did you get my address?” Rooster’s lip curled up in what she swore was a small smile as he answered, “Phoenix. Told her it was important.” ‘Traitor.’

“Important?” She repeats, lifting a brow. “Do explain.” At this point she was teasing as a way to calm her anxiety. It was damn well clear what the topic was. And leave it to Rooster to show up unannounced rather than risk her avoiding him on the carrier.

He was always one move ahead.

Taking a step forward, Rooster leaned an arm above Barbara in the open doorway. She pretty much had to tilt her head back to keep their eyes connected. The heat was starting to overwhelm her. There were probably seconds left before she broke. And with the way Bradley was looking at her, that would run out in no time.

“Just the little fact that I told my ex-wife I still loved her after we shared a passionate kiss and she walked away.”

“What a bitchy move on her part,” Barbara breaths out, unable to contain the pounding in her chest. She didn’t even flinch when his hand came up to rest on her waist.

He let out a small laugh, but didn’t deny her words. “But I think she forgets I know her better than anyone.” ‘That’s for sure.’ His thumb lifts the seam of her tank top up so his thumb could make contact with her skin. It sent goosebumps along her arm.

“And you think she’s hiding something?” Barbara’s voice is low. The night could end two ways. Either she stops and pushes him away, telling him it could never work between the two and break both of their hearts for good…or, let the love and lust take them away.

Bradley inches forward so his mouth was close to her ear, “I know she is.” Hands come up to his chest when Barbara is pulled to him. “Any ideas what you think it could be?”

‘No going back now,’ Barbara thought. What made it better was Lana’s ‘Fuck it, I love you,’ was playing in the living room. Fiddling with the zipper of his suit, Barbara pushes aside all her fears for one shining moment. “I think it’s because she still loves you, but is scared it will all end the same as it did the first time.”

She doesn’t know who made the first move. All Barbara could make out once Rooster planted his lips on hers was being lifted in the air and the door kicked closed as they entered her house. Legs around his waist, one hand went to his hair while the other to the back of his neck.

This kiss was much different than the one from earlier. It was hot and heavy. Desperate for others' touch compared to the soft, testing the boundaries kiss that sealed the deal on their feelings.

“Where’s your room?” He roughly asked between kisses, groaning when she tugs on his curls. Once she answers he leads them in the direction, silently pleased that the door was already open. When they enter he lets her down and they break the kiss, both out of breath. “I know you’re scared about what comes after and I am too,” he whispers against her lips, hand on her neck to tilt her head all the way back. “But let’s just have this one night.”

Remembering the music was still playing, the melody of Lana’s ‘Love Song’ traveled through the hall. It filled Barbara’s ears and she couldn’t help but smile at how ironic it was. Even the playlist was pushing them together again.

Brushing her nose against his, Barbara let go of the ‘what if’s’ and the worries of the future with the murmur, “Take me to bed or lose me forever.”

Despite the cool air from the AC, Barbara was burning with a thin layer of sweat coating her bare sun-kissed skin as she laid beside an equally sweaty and naked Bradley Bradshaw. He was on his back with his arm curled around her after bringing her to his chest. They were both panting, the short strands of black hair sticking out and on Barbara’s face.

The music was still playing in the background, but it honestly sounded muffled as they came down from the immense high of euphoria they were feeling. Rooster is the first to break the silence, “damn.”

“Yeah,” she agreed with a laugh. That was the best way to describe it. The shaking in her legs proved it as she lifted one to rest on his thigh. It was immediately met with his large hand, the one not curled around her back, to land on lower hip.

“This is new,” he said, finally getting the chance to point out the large tattoo taking up the space from her left hip to upper thigh. At the beach Barbara had worn high waisted shorts that covered the area. It was not new knowledge to Rooster that Barbara had tattoos. He found it to be incredibly sexy and loved to trace him when they would lay together. They were all in areas easily hidden per military regulation. She had an intricate ballerina on her back, a solar system going down her rib cage, a small but detailed dragon on her sternum (Rooster’s personal favorite) and lastly a tiny F-18 plane on her ankle.

This one however, was the largest tattoo for Barbara by far. It was mostly flowers with animals peeking out. It was beautiful. The second Rooster removed her sweatpants, he was instantly drawn to it but was too wrapped up in the moment to comment.

But he did pay quite a bit of attention to it when he brought pleasure to Barbara with his mouth and fingers.

“I got it done last year,” she glanced down to where his hand was tracing the ink with his finger. Biting her lip, Barbara contemplated on giving the reason why she got it in the first place. There was no use hiding it. And if they were going to fix things between them then secrets needed to be revealed.

Well, all except one.

“It was to cover some scarring that hadn’t fully healed.” The finger tracing stills, Rooster maneuvering his head to look at Barbara, “What happened?” His tone was serious, eyes flicking back to the tattoo where he could vaguely make out a space below her hip that had rough texture beneath a few flowers. Its skin was raised compared to the rest.

“If I tell you I might have to kill you,” she tried to joke, causing him to roll his eyes but the serious nature returned and Barbara relented. Lifting up her head, she moves to put her weight on her elbows to get comfortable. “I’m not supposed to say anything, but since I’m most likely getting kicked out, what's the harm in it anyway?” He scowls at her, not liking the mention of her upcoming court-martial. “About a year after…you know, I got put on a mission that was to be on the down low. Only the people involved knew about it and Ice was in charge. Things were going smoothly until we got intercepted by enemy planes. My wingman was in trouble, so I went against orders to help him. Got into a dogfight on my way out of there and dropped to two-thousand feet,” she paused at the feeling of Rooster tightening his hold. “I shot the guy down but he managed to take out one of my engines. We were so low I barely had time to climb up and eject. I didn’t think at that point, I just acted on instinct and ejected, but I hit a tree and blacked out. When I came too there was a piece of broken metal from the chair that struck my side.”

She lifts up on her right elbow to place her left hand on the scarring, “That’s what this is. Thankfully search and rescue were dispatched in time and I wasn’t stupid enough to remove the piece. Otherwise I would’ve bled out.” Her hand was pushed away by Roosters, the man leaning forward to capture her lips in a searing kiss.

“You could’ve died,” his broken tone had her eyes water. “I’m so sorry you went through that, Barbara.” Leaning into her touch, Rooster kissed the palm of her hand that cupped his cheek. He squeezed his eyes shut, flinching as he pictured an injured Barbara all alone in enemy territory. Now he understood why she had the reaction she did at Phoenix and Bob’s scare. Ejecting at that level of altitude was dangerous and rare. Something most pilots never imagine having to do. “Who all knows?”

“Ice did of course. The others on the mission, but we all had to sign NDAs—so nothing leaves this room, mister. And by accident Phoenix and Bob found out after I let it slip at lunch last week when we were discussing phase one training.”

“Your dad doesn't know?”

Barbara bit her lip before shrugging, “If he does he hasn’t said anything. I would’ve thought Ice told him, but then again the man most likely wanted to spare him the pain and worry. My mom doesn't even know.”

There was still one thing that bothered Rooster the most, “Why didn’t you call me?”

“Would you have answered?” She countered, giving the man a knowing look. That had him fall silent, pain etching his gaze. Barbara mirrored it, letting her hand drop back down, “Don’t forget, it was up until a week ago that I thought you cheated on me. As much as I still loved you I was not ready to potentially face you.” Trailing off, Barbara looks down at the sheets. “You were—possibly even still—angry with me. I was angry with you. That last night was not good between us.”

“Yeah,” he muttered, leaning back into the pillow. “I remember you throwing a bottle at me.”

Fuck she did do that.

Embarrassment flooded the woman, hand coming up to hide the small smile of shame. “Well, I think we can both agree what you said preceding that was pretty fucked up, Bradley.”

Now it was his turn to feel the guilt. The memory was replying in his mind, of Bradley spitting at his wife, “I should’ve fucking known you’d be a back-stabbing cunt like your father.” Just thinking about it made him flinch.

Yeah, he fucked up big time with that.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, regret and hatred at himself for every uttering that name towards a woman. His wife at that. “I regretted saying that the moment it left my mouth. I know I can’t do anything to take it back now, but I will do everything to make it up to you, Barbara.”

“Oh, Bradley,” she sighed, nudging forward so their noses were barely touching. “Let’s just put the past in the past so we can both move forward. We both need it. I don’t blame you for being angry with me for what I did. Hell I wouldn’t be surprised if you still do. And though I was hurt that entire month when you left, it was because I brought that upon you. All I can do is hope you forgive me one day.”

There’s silence which has Barbara worried. It was the first time they’d approached the subject and she had no idea where he stood on the matter. Yeah they may have just made love that felt like two souls coming together again after drifting apart, but he did say in the beginning, ‘let’s just have this one night.’

A hand comes up to brush hair behind her ear, thumb coming down to cup her jaw. “Will you ever tell me why?”

There it was. The million dollar question.

“I’ll tell you this,” she starts with a sharp inhale, “I would rather you direct your resentment at me—just like my dad did—to protect you from a broken heart, even if it means I’m the one breaking it.” When he swallows, she goes on, “It pains me everyday knowing I hurt you, Bradley. All I wanted to do was protect you from that. When Mav told me, after I forced it out of him, I understood why he warned me to let it go. I should’ve done that, but I can’t take it back now. All I can do is make it up to you if you let me.”

“I understand,” he murmurs, lips barely brushing over her own. “Can’t say I wouldn’t have done the same. It’s a difficult position.” She pulls away to nod, but Rooster closes the gap to kiss her. She gasps, allowing him to slip his tongue into her mouth. When Barbara lets out a moan it goes straight to his groin, Rooster pulling away before he was tempted to roll on top of her again.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers against his lips, “I’m sorry for everything.”

“Baby, I’m sorry too. And if that word ever leaves my mouth again you better throw more than just a water bottle at me.” The laugh that leaves Barbara has her fall back onto the bed, the tear that snuck its way into her eye falling. With a playful slap to his chest Barbara smirks, “Duly noted, Lieutenant.”

Rooster groans, turning his head up to the ceiling with his eyes shut, “Don’t start, Mitchell.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about your rank kink.” She didn’t forget. When he groans again Barbara giggles.

Glancing at the clock the numbers read ‘10:15’. Damn how long had they been talking? Rooster had been known to last long and it felt like they were going for at least thirty minutes. It wasn’t a quick, fast fuck, it was slow and passionate. The shakiness in her thighs proved it.

“Well,” she hummed, throwing her leg over his waist before pulling herself up on top. Roosters hands immediately went to her hips, eyes sparkling under the lamp light. “We have to be up in about 5 hours. Thankfully I live not too far from the docks.”

“Do you now?” He smirks with a cheeky expression. Of course he knew that. When he drove to the house he passed where they were to meet the next morning.

And Rooster may have already packed his bag and left it in the Bronco.

“I do,” she smiled, leaning down so her chest pressed against his. Already the heat was surfacing in her core, growing wetter by the second. “And I just got to thinking about that day on the beach last week. You know, the one where I was dancing with Nat, Mickey, and Javy?”

His grip tightened, “I remember.” Barbara flinched at the feeling of him pressing against her. He was already hard again.

“I saw the way you were looking at me. How your eyes stayed on me the entire time.”

“Well you were mesmerizing,” he compliments, trailing a hand up and down the tattoo on her thigh. “You always are when you dance.”

“Yeah, but I know you better than that,” she taps his nose, laughing when he tries to bite her finger as she pulls it away. “That look was you reminiscing. Remember how much you loved when I danced on you.”

Bradley curses when she rolls her hips against him, “you caught me.” Barbara smirks in victory, rolling her hips again causing him to groan. “You gonna dance for me, baby?”

With one kiss to his lips, Barbara pushes off so she’s sitting up straight, allowing Rooster to see all of her. “Just sit back and enjoy the show, Lieutenant.”

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