#“Hi I’ve been taking things from you and living in your walls oh btw your house is on fire and I started it :)”
Text
Teatime | Remus Lupin x reader
summary: Y/n struggles to take her tea.
tw: suggestive content, angst, difficult relationship with food.
word count: 1.3k
a/n: hi, i've been thinking a lot about sad Remus this fall so I wrote this small sad thing, hope you like it! Italics are flashbacks btw hehe.
The cold yellow liquid stares back at the sad looking witch threateningly, she has to take a sip to be able to chug it all in. But it’s hard. The smell reminds her of warm afternoons and big hands under the covers. Now it’s the middle of November, the wind throws the rain against the window violently, and the big empty table Sirius’ bought for Christmas makes her shiver. You could see the tiredness in her face, her long eyelashes have been dropping uncontrollably since it started getting dark at 16.00, and the only thing that would cure her fatigue is theine. She is sure of that. It had worked before, that same spring in fact. ‘The taste must be shit’, she thought; she had never had to prepare her own tea.
“One or two spoons of sugar for the lady?” Remus yells from the kitchen.
“Whatever, I don’t mind” she can hear him chuckle from the distance.
She rubs her feet back and forth against the coach under the blanket Remus covered her naked body with, trying to keep his heat. The smell of lemon and ginger lingers in the air creating a path from the kitchen to the living room. He appears with two mismatched mugs on each hand giving off a thin line of fume. He offers one to her and reaches the lamp to bring some light into the opaque room. She takes a sip of the tea while making space for Remus to seat.
“How is it then?”
“Perfect,” they look at each other with knowing smiles.
A bang on the window brings her back, a branch hit the damaged wooden end of the louvre. Her shaky hand takes a hold of the discolored mug and brings it to her lips. The contact of the cold glass against her pale lips makes her stomach drop, he would have never let her drink cold tea.
“Oh, you are here!” Molly’s voice startles the witch. “I’m so happy you decided to come out, love. We have missed you in dinner time.”
Y/n turns around to gift her a painful smile of gratitude; Molly is always calm and patient with her. They all secretly know she isn’t ok; they know something happened, but they don’t know exactly what.
“Yeah, I’m sorry. I’ve been reading a lot, it’s hard to stop once you start,” she chuckles.
“I see,” Molly approaches to the chair next to hers and sits, “you know that if you want to talk, I’m all ears. I’m here for you if you need me.”
“I’m fine,” she replies with her best smile, ignoring Molly’s implication.
“Well, that’s good,” she pats her shoulder twice and squeezes the skin once. “I’m happy to see you drink your tea.”
Molly takes out a chocolate frog from her pocket and puts it in front of her in the dark mahogany table. She pinches her arm lovingly before leaving the dining room, signaling Y/n to eat. She stares at the chocolate frog and with a big sigh takes it out of the envelope. She stares at the funny looking sweet, the frog decides not to move or try to escape from her hold, like it knows she needs it more than it needs freedom from being eaten. Even though her hands are not warm, the chocolate starts to melt in her fingertips.
“Come here,” Y/n starts moving her hand rapidly avoiding Remus’ grasp.
“Why?” she laughs at his serious expression.
“You have chocolate in your hand,” he finally takes a hold of her wrist.
“No, I don’t!”
“Yes, look, here,” he points to a brown stain on the side of her hand. Her laugh rumbles against the walls of the coffee room while he tries to lick the chocolate off.
“It’s a beauty spot, Remus!” she says between laughs. Surprised, Remus checks the mole again only to encounter it there, still as it was before.
“It’s delicious anyway,” he brings her hand to his mouth once again, sucking on the soft flesh.
She puts the whole frog in her mouth and chews it just the necessary number of times not to choke. She licks her stained fingers rapidly and cleans the saliva off on her jeans. Tears threaten to escape her eyes and she starts to feel angry. Angry towards her weakness and vulnerability; just the thought of him still makes her want to crawl out of her skin and find solace in his. But she can’t, not anymore. He made sure of leaving that pretty clear.
The door opens again, but she doesn’t turn around to see who it is. She can hear the steps directing towards the kitchen, and as soon as a soft scent of books and whisky envelops her, she knows it’s him. ‘He didn’t even say hello’. The big red ball of rage shoots up to her throat and she wishes to be dead.
Looking up to the fancy chandelier, she makes the tears disappear and grabs the mug with determination; she chugs the liquid as fast as she can, knowing through her peripheral vision that he is looking from the side. The aftertaste hits her a million times on the cheek with memories of the man in the kitchen, before he became a painful and scary thought. She can’t avoid a grunt escaping her throat when she puts the mug down; it was a disgusting flavor that filled her mouth. The tea was not sweet, just bitter, a bit watery and way too concentrated for her likeness. She wanted to puke.
“Come on. All out, love” Remus rubs her back soothingly trying to encourage the witch to empty her stomach.
“I’m never drinking again.”
“Yeah, we all say that” he takes a hold of her hair just in case it falls over the rim of the seat.
“I mean it.” She takes her head out of the toilet and looks at him with a runny nose and puppy eyes, “From now on, it’s only your tea and nothing else.”
“Really? Nothing else at all?” he looks at her cheeky while cleaning the side of her mouth with some toilet paper.
“Well, maybe if you cum on my mouth I'll drink that too, but that’s it.” She sniffs before laughing at his fake scandalized expression while he helps her get up to finally take her home.
Two big hands rest on her shoulders and she knows is her turn to say something. She hid in her room for more than a month and a half and didn’t open the door to anyone, only Sirius. They hadn’t discussed the fight, but she knows there is nothing left to say, he doesn’t want her anymore and he has a right to make that woeful decision. It was a matter of time: he is older, wiser, and emotionally unavailable, and she is just a young woman discovering love. It was never going to work.
“Don’t touch me, please” he removes his hands from her shoulders slowly.
She stands from her seat and grabs the empty mug. Without turning around to see him, she goes straight to the sink in the kitchen and turns on the hot water. She washes the glass manually, shushing her frustration under the sweltering water. He supports his weight in the counter next to the sink, watching her suffer without showing any expression. He knows she is hurting, he wants to force her hands out of the steaming water, but she asked him not to touch her.
“You are never going to talk to me? Is that how it’s going to be now?” he looks for her eyes, she doesn’t indulge.
“No, I need to know how much sugar you used to put in my tea” she closes the faucet and turns to look at him.
“Two spoons.”
“Thanks.”
She turns her body to the left, a sign to leave this excruciating encounter. He raises his hand in the air, to make her stop, almost touching her hip. She sighs and pushes his arm with delicacy. There is no other exchange of looks or words; she leaves, and he stays. They both feel like their stomachs are being kicked by the most horrible, naughty goblin. She will never drink tea and he will never receive her love and affection again. Teatime and love have been ruined, forever.
#remus lupin imagine#professor remus#remus lupin fic#remus lupin smut#professor remus lupin#remus lupin#remus lupin fanfiction#remus x reader#remus lupin x reader#the marauders#remus lupin angst#angst#remus john lupin#older remus lupin#sad remus lupin
403 notes
·
View notes
Note
For the 100 followers Gratz btw taking four to a big library
Thank you!!! I've set this one in reader's world because I think it suits the ask the best, I hope you like it ✨✨
"Hey guys I'm going out for a bit, don't ruin my house alright?"
"If you don't mind [name], would it be alright for me to join you?"
There’s no harm in that, really getting them out of the house and more used to the area can’t hurt. If anything bringing him to the library with me can only be a good thing; I can get him more familiar with some of my world's history.
“Sure, as long as you don't mind going to a library. Wind’s just asked me to go pick up some books for his classes and it’s just easier to get them there.”
“Anywhere is perfect as long as I’m with you. Anywhere would be good as long as I can get out for a bit.”
“I can’t blame you actually, You've not left my house since you got here have you?”
Staying anywhere for over a week straight without getting out would drive nearly anyone insane, let alone someone so used to living where he can go as he pleases when he pleases. I should’ve realised that far sooner than I have, how long has he been struggling with this?
Even if it is only to the library, getting him out is better than leaving him stuck inside any longer. The sooner we leave the better it’ll be for Four’s sanity.
“No, I haven’t, getting out for a bit sounds wonderful.”
Him taking my hand in his was the only sign I needed to get going, picking up a bag to bring back the books as well as grabbing my library card. I started to head out with him, it doesn’t take long to get there from my house.
“Now that I think of it, are there any things you’d be interested in reading?”
“Are there any about smithing in your world? I'd like to compare the different techniques. I’d also like to know about how courting works here.”
“With the size of the library, there’s bound to be. I’ll help you look for some after I grab the books Wind needs unless you’d like to go off on your own that is?”
“That sounds good, I’d prefer to stay with you seeing as I don’t know the area all that well.”
With that decided it’s just a matter of going into the library now, and how I’ve missed the feeling of this place. The smell of old books, the quiet, the higher ceilings and walls of books; it’s like a second home to me. Four looks like he shares at least some of my admiration, what with how he’s staring at the architecture. So gently tugged at his hand to get him to follow me to the section I need, then slowly starting to take the books I’d been asked to get.
“Do you come here often then, because it’s stunning. It’s almost as stunning as you.”
“Not as often as I really should. I’m glad I’ve gotten the chance to, even if it’s just to get Wind some school books.”
“If you wanted, I wouldn’t mind coming with you more often…”
“What like a date?”
“If you wanted it to be…”
Picking up the last book on Wind’s list, now I’m free to explore what four wants to read at least until it’s time to go and get these loaned out to me. Finding where the books Four’s interested in reading is a somewhat hard task, with the size of this place, the only thing stopping us from taking days is how well-labelled every shelf is.
“Oh! They’ve got a whole section on metallurgy, this is perfect for learning about smithing here!”
“Metallurgy?”
“It’s a study of how metals react chemically as well as how we purify them to work with. I think you’d really enjoy it.”
That seemed to peak his attention, seeing as he picked up a couple of books as soon as I explained what it was.
“Ready to go then?”
“Actually, I’d rather stay for a little longer if that’s alright?”
#links✦react#linked universe x reader#yandere linked universe x reader#yandere linked universe#link x reader#lu four#moss✦answers#moss✦writes
76 notes
·
View notes
Text
Florida man hasn't completed any fic in a hot minute... returns with a different fandom and POV style...
Astarion x Dark Urge OC (Markus) a bit that sprouted off from a different fic attempt but felt too different to stay in the other doc... so here it is now, on its own.
no real... anything really, just an interaction as i try and hammer out their whole deal, so two traumatized men who's whole lives have been defined and shaped by violence, trying to figure out how to interact with each other and the rest of the world.
some tweaks to the Durge backstory, and whole deal really. the way the game treats the Urges is... odd, almost like they're a separate thing from your character's thought process at times
oh, implied past Gortash x Durge, but even he isn't completely sure what the exact nature of their relationship used to be.
I'm terrible at naming fics btw, that hasn't changed, suggestions welcome
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“We need to talk.”
Markus breathes in, the fact Astarion is initiating heavy conversation is enough of a warning that he shouldn’t try and put this off.
“Okay.”
Markus just keeps scrubbing his clothes, waiting.
“Are you going to even look at me?”
Markus doesn’t want to, because he doesn’t know what to expect, but the waiver in Astarion’s voice, that sliver of fear, it supersedes his own.
Astarion’s shoulders relax just a bit when Markus turns, and the elf takes a few steps forward until he’s standing next to the tiefling.
Markus wrings out his clothes and waits.
“What are we? To you.”
Markus almost giggles, the same words he’s asked the elf a few too many times, to the point Astarion has had to preemptively reassure Markus that yes, what they are is something important and special to him.
“I—“ Markus sighs, dunking his robes in the wash basin, more so a fidget than actual cleaning.
“You, you make me happy, and I don’t know if I’ve ever been happy like this, and that scares the shit out of me.” The admission makes Markus feel raw, like an exposed nerve.
Astarion huffs, and if Markus didn’t know better he’d be hurt by how dismissive it sounds.
“Aroused certainly, annoyed definitely, but happy?” Astarion sounds almost disgusted with the word, “Not usually the feeling people associate with me darling.”
The thing is Markus isn’t even completely certain if what he’s feeling is happiness. Before his memories decided to rush back into place, before Gortash went ahead and talked about their history with vague fondness and some deep tonal implications, he was quite certain what Astarion had him feeling was happy.
But now? Now he has bits and pieces, choppy and half formed but coherent enough to paint a picture.
What he feels with Astarion is good, but it’s nothing like what he knows to be happy.
Happy for Markus is being elbow deep in viscera, the terrified whimpers of someone desperately trying to keep silent, wide eyes collapsing as all hope is lost and they beg for some sort of mercy.
That’s happy.
Markus presses his face into Astarion’s hip to think.
Astarion jumps at the sudden press of the tiefling’s face into his side, but after a few seconds he places a hand between Markus’s horns.
Markus inhales, brandy, bergamot, rosemary, and beneath that, the subtle saltiness of sweat and leather.
How many times has he blindly followed that smell? How many times has he pressed his face into the dips and creases of Astarion’s skin, using his scent as an anchor?
Safe.
It’s some small part of him that had been crushed and muffled since his father claimed him. The scared child he was when he opened his eyes to bloody hands and flesh filled teeth, the people he called parents dead and decorating the walls of their small home for his nameday.
Gods, when was the last time he thought about his parents? When was the last time he could think about his parents?
Astarion presses his thumb to the base of one of Markus’s horns, it’s that spot that sends a tickle down the scar Orin left down the side of his nose.
“Let me in?”
Markus presses his face a bit deeper into Astarion’s side, some delight wiggling it’s way into his crowded mind when he realizes the elf actually has some give, a touch of softness where his waist turns into hip.
“It’s a mess.”
Astarion scoffs, “The only one of us messier than you is Karlach, at least you have the excuse of drama worthy amnesia.”
Markus snorts.
“You’ve seen my messes, helped me clean them even, let me return the favor?”
Markus stiffens, but before he can say anything Astarion continues.
“Because I want to, darling. Not because I think I owe you.”
Markus sighs, shoulders dropping when he feels the bit of insistence from Astarion trying to probe his mind.
He opens the connection a crack, and he can feel Astarion brush past the confusion, the worry, the few memories of Gortash he was able to cobble together.
“The way he spoke, I assumed you’d been sharing more than world domination plans.”
“I still don’t know if we did.”
Most of the memories are factual, no real emotions come with them, deaths he’s caused, tortures committed, he isn’t numb to them, but the only emotions he feels are the ones he has to them now.
The few that flood him with emotion, all have to do with his father.
The truth of his lineage, the first day Sceleritas appeared before him, the first mass he lead in his father’s name.
Those come with fondness, warmth, pride. He has a feeling those emotions are not entirely, if at all, his own.
“Red is a lovely color on you dear, but I must say, even this is a bit much.”
Markus snorts, letting that starburst of fondness in his chest bleed over into Astarion’s awareness.
“I’m quite certain most of the memories I had returned were ones my father felt were necessary, if I recall anything else, it is by sheer happenstance.”
Astarion hums in distaste, “Quite telling, don’t you think, that Bhaal would have to censor your memory.”
Markus… Markus hadn’t considered that.
Astarion taps Markus with his foot, a silent instruction for the tiefling to make space for the vampire to sit.
Markus does just that.
“Try and remember something, anything, that has nothing to do with him.”
Markus opens his mouth to argue, his entire being, his very person hood, was a facet of his father, that was the intention.
“Cazador tried to break me, he intended to break me.”
Markus’s mouth clicks shut.
“I did not break, I bent and I bowed, but I did not break.”
Flashes, moments, bits and pieces of hunger pangs and broken fingernails. Rotten rats and the burn of an ill handled blade. Condescending coos and obviously false promises, disrespect and degradation.
They all come with emotions, disgust, fear, exhaustion, but there is a constant.
Rage.
The true depths of which were kept under wraps, the flairs and bursts Cazador saw only fractions of what the younger elf truly contained.
“You were not helpless without Bhaal’s guidance, and I doubt that was something that just suddenly came to you.”
Markus can feel Astarion shuffling through memories, tossing aside bloody images and and terrified screams, looking for something that has nothing to do with Markus’s divine inheritance.
“Well hello.”
It takes Markus a moment to orient his mind to what Astarion has found.
It’s her.
Heat rises to Markus’s cheeks before he really knows why.
“Now I do believe daddy dearest had nothing to do with this.”
The memories are haphazard, choppy.
The swish of a tail, the supple curve of a thigh, the drag of claws beneath his chin.
Vanilla and pine covering the electrified ozone that comes with high magic use.
Astarion’s eyes widen, his hands cupping Markus’s cheeks as he digs around for memories of the woman that once drove the tiefling mad.
“Oh darling, I knew you had taste, but my oh my, I’m surprised they’re so refined.”
Markus doesn’t know how to take that, but before he can say anything a new memory emerges, a dagger at his throat.
Not when he first met Astarion, no, the dagger in his memory is sharpened to a delicate but lethal edge, a smooth curve and jeweled pommel.
“It seems you have a type.”
Markus feels a chuckle forming, but it stalls in his throat.
The memory of her flirtatious smile turns horrified, a thick line of blood dripping down her brow, the smell of burning fabric and the sting of electricity beneath his skin.
Anger, fear, disgust, regret.
The message is clear, “You have no time for such needless distractions.”
Markus grabs Astarion’s wrist as he pushes the elf from his mind, desperate for some comfort but also scared for his safety.
No wonder he believed Sceleritas so quickly, he’d tried to kill someone he cared about before. Had succeeded in the case of his parents in name.
“I…” Markus feels a trembling in his chest. Fear, promising placations, promises that his lapses in judgment were long term plans, that his lack of bloodshed wasn’t stalling, it was all part of a plan.
The Plan.
His head pounds as his mind scrambles, fragments of answers to even more fragmented questions.
Desperate calls for silence, the singing of blood, a moment's respite from the violent flesh craving, desperation and fractions of perfect quiet moments.
His nose is bleeding.
“No need to let that go to waste.”
A cool callused finger wipes his lip.
Markus… Markus wants to sleep.
“Are you hungry?”
Astarion understands.
Astarion understands and Markus knows whatever he had with Gortash didn’t have this. A silent knowing, intrinsic understanding. They had been made rotten by circumstance but Gortash just made Markus’s rot worse.
Gortash saw him a feral lap dog, something kept on a leash and appeased with random bursts of praise and the occasional treat.
Astarion may have started by playing a similar hand, but even his calculated approvals were more heartfelt than the admitted drivel Gortash would randomly lob his way.
Astarion smiles, sultry and playful, the vulnerability being hidden away for another time, another night.
“Oh darling, I thought you’d never ask.”
Markus smiles, his own playful deflections returning as he stands, barely remembering the wet robe that’s been soaking in the wash basin.
He presses his forehead to Astarion’s, a moment of unfettered affection and relief, warmth and understanding, those soft mushy feelings neither of them know how to articulate.
“Don’t keep me waiting.”
Markus nudges forward, just enough for the bridges of their noses to press against each other before standing entirely, tail swaying behind him in an exaggerated tease.
#astarion ancunin#astarion#astarion romance#astarion bg3#astarion x dark urge#baldurs gate astarion#baldurs gate 3#baldurs gate#bg3#astarion x oc#astarion fanfiction#astarion fanfic#astarion imagine#bg3 spoilers#baldurs gate iii#baldurs gate 3 spoilers#dark urge spoilers
12 notes
·
View notes
Text
I ranked all of the obey me songs so here are my rankings + my opinions
sorry for large wall of text idk how tumblr works tbh
25th: Our Destiny- Solomon
I listened to this song like once and then never again
This song is so bad I’m sorry
I can see why I never touched this song again after it came out oh my god
24th: On Your Way- Demon Brothers
Roblox Tycoon Music
First time listening and it’s eh
Yeah no I don’t like it
23rd: My Wish- Luke
I’m so sorry Luke I love you as a son you are my son my boy but this song just ain’t it
Sounds like a youtube gachatuber intro song
This song is not good I have nothing else to say
22nd: Telepathy- Beel and Belphie
Honestly I’ve never really liked this song
It’s cute but it’s just not my thing
Somehow I forgot Beel and Belphie were twins. I don’t know how but I did
SATOSHI ONISHI
Yeah I don’t really have much to say
21st: Arcadia- Lucifer
The guitar here is tasty
I don’t like the voice distortion. Also Lucifer sounds weird in some parts
I don’t really like the music after the first chorus. It sounds like it belongs somewhere else than in his song
I forgot how high-pitched Lucifer sounds here, it’s not a bad thing though it’s just a bit jarring
I don’t hate this song as much as I used to though (I think)
20th: It’s My Party- Demon Brothers
I forgot if this is the opening or the ending song
It’s a nice song I guess
The chorus hits but everything else misses
19th: Choose Me- Mammon, Levi and Asmo
Ah yes, the unfortunate leftovers forced to sing together (because Beel and Belphie have their twin dynamic and Lucifer and Satan have that hatred or whatever, if that makes sense)
This song is alright? I used to like it a lot more but now it’s just kinda bad
One of those songs that’d be overplayed on the radio that I would get sick of very quickly
I thought Asmo had an extra finger on the cover art
18th: Trigger- Levi, Asmo and Beel
The leftovers forced to sing together part 2 (Why are Levi and Asmo in both leftover songs)
When did this song come out (it came out today)
I don’t like this song much
Actually I lied it’s okay (I guess)
Why does Beel sound like the butler guy from Paradox Live
17th: Question Love- Simeon
Simeon my boy what did they do to you
I used to hate this song but it slowly grew on me
Another overplayed radio song
The cover art holy shit
Please give Simeon another character song Yu Hirata slayed but the song does him so dirty
Simeon sounds like his voice has been heavily autotuned(?)
16th: Are You Ready?- Mammon
Mammon sounds like he’s talking for most of the song (if not, all of it)
Rather than being an overplayed radio songs, it sounds like one of those gems that gets played once a month on the radio
This song is nice
15th: Rock On!!- Lucifer and Mammon
I actually like this song
I didn’t expect to like it as much as I do
I have nothing else to say
14th: With You- Demon Brothers
A slow song
I like this one
I also have nothing else to say really
13th: Dreamscape- Belphie
I love Satoshi Onishi btw his voice is so nice
This song is like a breath of fresh air and I love it
I don’t have much to say about this song other than I love Satoshi Onishi’s voice
12th: Take It Easy- Satan and Belphie
I like this song way more than I thought I would
This song is a huge vibe
11th: Read My Heart- Satan
It’s a nice and calming song, like Belphie’s, it’s a breath of fresh air
Shinya Sumi did such a great job here
I’m such a huge sucker for slow songs
Refreshed my brain thank you Satan Obey Me
10th: Eternal- Demon Brothers
Another breath of fresh air
I really like how this one sounds
This was my first time listening to this song and I really liked it!
It reminds me of when I cried to an a3 song (the slow song where every actor sings)
If I was deep into my Obey Me phase still I probably would’ve cried to this song today
9th: No.1- Diavolo
I went insane when this song came out
I was so happy to see that the side characters were getting songs that I exploded into a million pieces
I replayed the trailer so many times the full version did not disappoint
King
8th: My Chance!- Levi
I love the music in this song, it sounds like it belongs in a game
If I recall, Satoshi Kada didn’t really have much singing experience prior to this song
BUT HE ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS!!
This song has made me cry before
Leviathan my scrunkly
7th: Hungry Six Pack- Beel
GOD I LOVE SONGS LIKE THIS
This was the first song to come out after I got into Obey Me (January 2021) so it’s special to me in some way
I love how in some parts Beel sounds kind of desperate to get rid of his hunger, really adds more to him and his character
What kind of title is ‘Hungry Six Pack’ though 🤨
6th: Pomade- Asmo
I love Miura Ayme he solos
I’ve probably also cried to this song before
Sounds like an idol boy song that i’d hear 200+ times but actually like
Yes hit those high notes!! Pop off!!
Would anyone believe me if I said Asmo is my favourite demon brother
Ugly crying to his song rn (help me)
5th: Passion- Lucifer and Satan
I remember wanting this song to be a heavy metal duet . It’s not but I still like it
I think I went insane when this song came out
Such a banger
I think my dad likes this song
They harmonise so well!!
4th: Sinful Indulgence- Miura Ayme
THIS SONG IS SO GOOD FOR AN OPENING
I wish more people would listen to Miura’s songs it’s just banger after banger
I think my parents like this song
This song goes so hard Miura Ayme never misses
3rd: Celestial Ray- Miura Ayme
I did not know Celestial Ray was an Obey Me song
THIS SONG IS SO FUCKING GOOD
The slow part!! Before the chorus!!!!
Miura Ayme has never missed part 2
2nd: Loveless- Miura Ayme
Three Miura Ayme songs back to back
God I love Miura Ayme’s songs
I’ve cried to this song
IT’S SO FUCKING GOOD
Ugly crying at the chorus
Obey Me devs please let Miura Ayme make more songs for Obey Me. They all go so hard
THE SLOW PART OH MY GOD more ugly crying
1st: Crazy About You- Barbatos
I went fucking INSANE when the trailer for this song dropped
IT’S SUCH A GOOD SONG
God that chorus HITS. IT’S SO GOOD
I am the Barbatos Fan ever!!
I replayed the trailer for this song so many times when it came out
THE WHISPERING
This song sent me to the ER from how good it is
THE GUITAR SOLO??? HELLO?????
They should give Barbatos another solo song he slayed fr
#obey me#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me diavolo#obey me barbatos#obey me luke#obey me simeon#obey me solomon#obey me songs#ranking
60 notes
·
View notes
Text
note: sorry for no frequent fics everyone, they take longer to make now that i’m busy
event: SWEET N’ SOUR my 500 follower event. thanks for 1.9k btw<33
taglist: @izanas-sugarbaby , @dokoni-mo , @glamrockfreddybro , @starslight-starsbright , @headlessturrttle , @sunflower-beamsy , @ochakoakabane (if you dont want to be tagged in certain fics or characters please specify which in my taglist form and tell me and i’ll take you off the taglist)
warnings: fem!reader, dub-con, non-con, possessiveness, dry humping, alcohol is mentioned, intoxicated people, implied underage and of age drinking, college party, age gap, professor!william, college student!reader, corruption kink, choking, dacryphilia, degradation, dumbification, praise, petnames, fingering, edging, swearing, reader has a boyfriend, cheating, minors dni
word count: 3.3k
Steal you away
You hadn’t even wanted to go in the first place. Walls vibrating with each beat of the music blasting in the main room of the house, alcohol was everywhere, on the floors and walls from drunk students spilling them, even the people at the party smelled strongly of beer or any other alcohol brought to the party, but you stayed mainly away from the large crowd of college students and you even questioned why you came in the first place when you stood out like a sore thumb with your mini skirt and blouse on.
”Heyyy, babe waddya doin’? Wanna drink with me?” The voice of a male slurred, turning you saw it was your boyfriend only in a very drunk state as he stumbled over his feet with two plastic cups in his hands that threatened to spill the liquid inside of them.
Your lips pressed into a thin line as you quietly shook your head and rolled your eyes when he scoffed at you. “Why can’t ya just relax and drink one with me, your boyfriend.” He scowled, seeming angry with you already and you both haven’t been there but maybe ten minutes, but you aren’t surprised he went and got drunk so soon anyways.
”Because someone has to drive the other home so no. I’m not drinking anything that isn‘t a soda or water.” You turned facing away from him who mumbled under his breath at you before stumbling to his friends offering them the cup of alcohol he tried to give to you. He’s the reason you were here at this stupid party that meant nothing except getting drunk and getting laid, two things you didn’t want tonight because of the stress of your finals coming up in a few days. You understand it was a party to have fun at but you can’t have fun with your anxiety looming over your head.
Everyone in the main living room started hollering, cheering and screaming random shit at the top of their lungs and your curiosity got the better of you and with quick strides you opened the door to what you assumed was the living room and open kitchen that had cups scattered across it. A guy about your own age if not a little older walked into the room, so he was why they all went crazy but why?
Your feet move before you think clearly about it and you’re pushing yourself between horny and drunk students to reach the male that seemed to be the only other sober person there. With a huff you wave at him and he smiles back, he kind of looked familiar now that you were closer.
”Hey, enjoying the party?” He asks, accent clear as he smiles at you.
“No.” “Yeah me neither.” He chuckles, leaning against the island in the kitchen and you realize he has an accent and a nice one at that, his voice soft and he tried hiding the accent to his voice but it wasn’t hard to miss.
“What’s your name then? You’re the only person I’ve seen here that isn‘t passed out drunk yet.” You groan and the male laughs at you for a moment before flashing that kind smile from earlier at you. “I’m Michael, this is my house.”
No way. “You’re hosting this party?” You asked wide-eyed, mouth hung open in complete shock that the anxious boy that always got great grades would host something like this at his own house.
”Oh goodness no, my friends are hosting this party here since the old man is upstairs minding his business for once.” His eyebrows furrow together when he says the last words, leaving you curious who it even was he was implying but you didn’t want to get too noisy, you didn’t even know the guy that much besides the occasional rumor. “They wanted a party before the finals so… We did it.”
You nod at his words but your thoughts drift off to who he could’ve meant. He obviously lived with someone else still, probably his parents until he graduated so maybe that’s who he means? Or it could literally be some old man that’s upstairs not being nosy on what’s happening.
You face the ongoing party across the room, leaning your elbows back against the island as you listen to the annoying music and thumping of the loud beats that would surely give yourself a headache later if you stayed for too long, and Michael seemed to take notice of it.
“It’s quieter upstairs if you want to get away from…” He glances at the drunk crowd cheering and screaming the lyrics to a song playing. “That.”
You grin at the grimace he makes when he watches a girl fall to the floor with a loud giggle, standing back on her wobbly feet like nothing happened and continues to dance. “Didn’t you say there was a “old man minding his business for once” up there?” You ask with a playful grin as you tilt your head.
“He won’t bite, besides, he has papers to work on up in his office so as long as you don’t bother him then he won’t bother you.” He shrugs as you contemplate on it before sighing and patting his shoulder as you head towards the stairs.
He was right about it being quieter up there. Sure it was still rather loud with you being right at the top of the steps but it was muffled enough for you to hear your own thoughts as you walked down the hall, staring at the few doors on both sides of yourself before stopping and turning to your left, facing one of the doors as you shook your shoulders and reached for the knob. You needed somewhere to sit and relax, and this was the furthest away from all the noise downstairs.
The door opens with a soft clink and you step in with a sigh, closing your eyes as you rolled your shoulders back in a mini stretch, but the sound of a scarily familiar voice makes you freeze where you stood.
”Need something?” The voice spoke, rather annoyed as the sound of papers sliding across a desk echo through the room and a loud groan escapes the male sitting in an office chair on the other side of the rather small room you were both in and then you realized.
That was Mr. Afton, your robotics instructor.
Your blood ran cold and your heart hammered against your ribcage and your skin turns shades lighter at the sight of your rather scary teacher. He never came off as rude or mean but no one messed with him, there was consequences if you even spoke a word while he was instructing.
”Ah, you’re one of my students. What are you doing in here?” He stares up at you holding eye contact, fingers flipping through papers in his hands as he sighed through his nose and his eyes held a cold and angered look to them, you interrupted him while he was busy and it’s just your luck that he was currently frustrated with the stacks of papers sitting on his desk.
”I didn’t mean to.” You mutter quietly, shoulders tensed as he eyed you before smirking and pushing himself back from his desk, leaning in his chair as he watched you fidget. You could’ve left by now if you wanted to, but maybe you truly were scared of your strict teacher? Who knows, he only cared about the newfound idea that entered his mind when his eyes landed on you stumbling into his office.
“Come here, little one.” He huffs, shuffling papers in his hands before sitting them on the desk and pushing himself back as you neared him with fidgety hands and a worried expression he couldn’t help but smirk at.
He pats his thigh when you go around the desk, brows furrowed slightly as you hesitantly inch closer until he’s grabbing your wrist and pulling you down to sit on his thigh. “That wasn’t so hard was it, little girl.” He whispers in your ear with a chuckle before turning his chair back towards the desk, picking up a sheet of paper and writing on it. Your legs threatened to tighten around his thigh that you were sitting on, the fabric rubbing against your covered pussy every time you repositioned yourself and you come to the conclusion you weren’t going to escape him, at least he was very attractive up close.
”Did your mother ever teach you that it’s rude to stare?” He sighs as he turns his head ever so slightly and those silver eyes pierce through you, washed over with embarrassment and shyness you look away and at anything but him and his jaw clenches when he gets a peek down your shirt at your cleavage.
“Don’t look away from me when I’m talking to you, love.“ His slender fingers come up and grip your chin firmly lifting your head to face him and your heart thumps rapidly against your ribcage with how close you are to him. “Nervous? Oh you poor thing, I haven’t had something as perfect as you in a long time, bunny.” His thigh begins to bounce and your fingers grip at the fabric of your shirt as you bite your lip hard to keep any noises from slipping out. This was wrong and you knew it, you had a boyfriend that was drunk downstairs while your professor was bouncing you on his thigh with a smirk on his face as he read the papers in his hands.
A hand slips down to your hip and squeezes warningly. “Pay attention, this is your finished test in my hand.” His voice was smooth, low with an accent that made your knees weak and your stomach do flips while your pussy drooled over the sound, this was all wrong of you and disgusting but could you help it? He leans over your tensed shoulder with a dark chuckle as he eyes the paper, you were pretty and so smart it made him proud but everyone falters even if it’s once.
”Why did you answer this one wrong?” He hums, tilting his head and ghosting his lips over the soft skin of your neck as he spoke close to your ear and quiet, he knew you were attracted to him and it only took minor convincing to your boyfriend to have you here and alone with himself and not with that disgusting boy downstairs.
”I- What?” ”Redo it.” You’re stunned, shocked by his monotone voice as he shrugs you forward off his chest and more over the desk, brushing your clothed pussy against his thigh and your eyes screw shut for a moment over the small friction caused. “Do I need to repeat myself?” His tone has changed and his fingers grip roughly into the flesh of your hips as you let out a whimper by accident and apologize as your hand shakily picks up a pen that was rolled off to the side on the desk.
Your eyes stare at the paper and you try your best to focus but the hand rubbing circles into your thighs now is very distracting and your mind screams at you to think rationally about this whole situation you put yourself in. “Focus on your paper, stupid girl.” He growls, leaning back in his chair and brushing against your covered clit again as you muffle a whine with your hand cursing yourself mentally for letting it slip out but he grins wickedly from behind you.
His hands move back up to your hips mumbling something under his breath that you don’t quite catch as you try your best to rewrite your answer on the paper not even looking at what the question was that you had to answer, you’d do anything to try and ignore the man that towers over your small body right now. His hands pull your hips back and then forward in a slow rocking motion and your thighs squeeze around his own that he grinds you against, fingers tugging at the hem of your short skirt as your lips quiver and your eyes gloss over with growing lust from the pressure applied to your puffy clit and the friction his pants cause send a wave of pleasure down your spine as you shakily write on the paper.
”Mmm, good girl, keep writing. If you get it right I’ll help you pass your finals.” He grins at the way your head lifts slightly at his words before your hand is tugging on the sheet and the pen writes against the paper. Your fingers are making the words wobbly but you try your hardest to make them pretty and eligible for him, a moan escapes you when he grinds you harder against his thigh that continues to bounce, bumping wonderfully against your little pearl hidden by your soaked panties.
”Are you wet? Disgusting, I can feel it on my thigh you know. Such a slutty little bunny aren’t you?” He hums leaning over your small form again, a predatory look in his eyes as he watches your hands struggle to move properly and tears hang onto your pretty lashes.
“Mr. Afton please, mmph, please I can’t..-“ “Can’t what, bunny? Can’t stop making noises as you grind yourself against me? Can’t focus on your paper like I told you? You’re pathetic.” He chuckles at the way your brows furrow and tears start to stray down your cheeks that burn in embarrassment. He was the one doing this to you, you didn’t grind against him did you? Did you?
A hand snakes around your body and grabs your throat pulling you back against his chest and away from the test you tried to answer, seeing the scribbles and poorly wrote words and it made you feel small and pathetic like he had said. Can’t even answer a test when you get a chance to redo it? How were you going to past your finals now?
“Quit squirming, dirty bunny.” William growls, choking you more and your tiny voice gasps as your hands come up to grab at his arm with a lustful expression. “You like this don’t you? I bet you’ve never been treated like this have you?”
Your brain is fogged over with want for your teacher, helplessly rutting against his thigh with his hands guiding you to a rhythm he wanted you at while your head pressed back into his chest, hands grabbing at the desk for something to hold onto while he bounced you on his thigh and your face contorted in the prettiest faces he’s ever seen, all for him and because of him.
”What a mess you’ve made, look at the papers, bunny. You’re dripping all over my thigh too, you’re enjoying this aren’t you, little slut.” He groans when your leg slides against his crotch trying to steady yourself on his leg, not even paying attention to the growing tent in his pants as his half lidded gaze settled on your soft thighs quivering from the stimulation. “You’re close I can tell. Do you deserve to cum?”
”Yes- ngh, yes Mr. Afton! ooo, please let me!” You pant between moans and breathy whines that are like music to his ears, smiling at how ruined you are and he wasn’t even done with you yet.
He releases your hips, moving his hands in front of you in a odd motion as if he was taking something off but your vision is blurry with tears as your climax creeped up your spine and throughout your entire body, tasting it on the back of your tongue as you rut against his thigh like a bitch in heat.
”You’ve made a mess though and only good girls get to cum.” He gets off on the fear in your eyes, not wanting to be a bad girl, only wanting to be good for him, to do what he wants you to do for the smallest praise and touches because only you can be his good little girl. “Beg, pretty bunny.”
Your mouth opens before you can even think of any coherent thought to say that would meet his standards of begging, tears falling down your face as you slowly reach your high and begs and praise towards him drip off your sweet lips as your eyes close and it feels as if lightning has touched you and your body feels incredibly warm. You were so close you’d do anything for it, for him to let you release.
”What a good bunny. Begging so well like a good pet, all for me. Why don’t you cum on my fingers hm? You can do it, pretty girl.” His cock twitches at the high pitch of your moans when two thick and long fingers slide under your panties and force their way into your sopping pussy as your back arches off his chest and your head turns to the side from the pressure building up in your lower stomach. His fingers curling perfectly against your spongy spot as you moan lewdly against him, hands gripping at his dress shirt as your thighs try to squeeze shut and your juices drench his thigh and hand in the sticky fluids, a silent scream leaving you as your body shakes from the overwhelming orgasm and your eyes almost cross from the pleasure. “There you go. Such a good girl, cumming all over my fingers like a pretty bunny for me.”
You smile in a daze and your chest tightens at the praise that leaves him, listening to his heartbeat that’s calm compared to yours but suddenly you’re whining loud when his fingers begin pumping inside of you again at a faster and much more ruthless pace than before.
”Cum again for me, yeah? Dirty little bunny don’t you know I’m married?” He chuckles when your walls pulse around him from the overstimulation, thumb circling around your little pearl as you cry at the overwhelming pleasure and your tiny hands grip at his wrist with begs for him to stop. “I have a wife and three kids, bunny. A happy family, but that woman doesn’t feel nearly as nice as you do. Pretty little body, young and stupid girl, adorable sounds. You’re everything she is not and more.” The squelching from your cunt is embarrassing and you sob as you feel another orgasm approaching much faster than your first one.
”What if she walks in, what will you do if my wife catches you like this? A dirty slut cumming all over her much older teacher’s lap, you want her to walk through that door don’t you?” He’s taunting and his pace quickens when he feels you clench around his fingers at the thought. Such a slutty girl but only for him.
”No..!- haah, stop I’m gonn- ngh, gonna cum..-“ “Do it. Cum on my fingers again, make a mess for me, my perfect girl.” Your walls spasm around his long fingers that rub perfectly against your velvety walls and your body tingles in a mix of pain and overall pleasure as you cum again, gripping at his arm and your nails dig into his skin as you cry out squirting all over his floor and hand.
William’s hand comes out from the confinements of your panties, bringing his fingers up to his lips as he stares into your eyes and licks your essence off his digits with a low groan. “You taste wonderful, love. I’ll have to get more of it next time.” Next time. Wait next time? Did you hear him right?
You breath heavily as he pulls you against his chest, lifting your legs up and more into his lap so you don’t slip off into the floor with how weak you are lying against him. You had a lot to think about but your brain was still in a haze from your orgasms, and being held against William’s chest was an addictive feeling.
Your eyes glance over at one thing that caught your attention earlier before he made you cum a second time, a reminder that you tried to ignore as his fingers carded through your hair and the distant sound of the music
His wedding band.
#william afton#william afton x reader#william afton smut#fnaf#fnaf x reader#fnaf smut#fnaf sb#fnaf sb x reader#security breach smut#springtrap#springtrap x reader#springtrap smut
2K notes
·
View notes
Note
i love this yunho bf soooooo much ! could u make one for san, plsssss? 😔💗
what dating san would be like
sorry this took a while, i’ve been going through some stuff but a lot of people have sent in requests so i’m gonna try to push some out :)
warning : suggestive
taglist: @skzfairies @hyuncore
it’s so obvious how much he loves you but he will remind you constantly if you forget.
it’s so obvious how much he loves you but he will remind you constantly if you forget.
it’s so obvious how much he loves you but he will remind you constantly if you forget.
he’s very smiley around you
i feel like for dates you two would go to the arcade or something
cheesily enough, you two would win each other prizes
he will never stop hugging you or holding your hand
i feel like he’d be like a little kid, dragging you along to different games
oh and when you two eat, he’s feeding you. no questions asked.
i also get this feeling that after the arcade he’ll just sleep at your house claiming he’s too tired to go all the way back to the dorms.
speaking of, you were introduced to san by one of the members i feel like (idk why but it’s just the scenario that constantly lives in my head with him)
everyone was really happy when you got together
san definitely gets teased but that’s okay
he simply replies with the “at least i have a partner” and then walks off to cuddle you
if you introduce him to your parents, i think he would be nervous but be able to hide it hella well.
and your parents would absolutely LOVE him
he’s just that kind of guy yanno
and then his parents would be really excepting of you guys as well
the true test of character is seeing if his cat likes you.
which btw. i would die for that cat
okay. some suggestive stuff now. buckle in
not afraid to do it while the members are home.
in fact he probably plans that shit. js.
rough.
HAVE YOU SEEN THAT MAN HIP THRUSTING ON STAGE-
feel like he has a thing for choking. but you didn’t hear that from me
it’s rare that he’ll be vanilla, usually that’s for anniversaries or valentine’s day.
but he’s a big softy on after care
full of praises and kisses while running a bath
taking baths with san >>>>>>
OMG HE WOULD PROBABLY SING TO YOU
and then he would help you get into bed so you don’t sleep in the bath.
and then continue singing you to sleep 😭😭
mornings would be very lazy. he will not move out of that bed.
groans and grumbled when you get up to pee
complains about being cold because you’re not next to him.
he’s clingy with you.
if you refuse to kiss him, he’ll either pout or…
you know that video where he shoves woo into the wall just cause he wouldn’t give him a hug.
yeah that.
he would let you do his hair and makeup if that’s something you’re into
he’s honestly willing to try anything you’re into
he downloads the music you like, reads the books you read, if your native language is anything other than korean you bet your ass he’s gonna start learning that language.
also. idk why but i feel like on valentine’s day he would wake you by singing softly into your ear
i’m a slut for this man’s vocals.
honestly he would probably sing into your ear on any day
if your having a bad day he’s really good at cheering you up
so he’ll hold you, sing to you, let you cry for a little bit and then start cheering you up in anyway he can.
if you play an instrument play for him.
if you sing, sing for him
if you do art, draw/paint/sculpt something for him
if you have any fun talent/interest. S H O W. H I M.
he loves that kind of stuff
and he loves learning new things about you.
he believe you tell a story through your arts, and he wants to try and figure your story out.
he’s literally just the sweetest human honesty
also if you stan a kpop group, or any artist, he will buy tickets to see them, albums, literally anything.
i feel like he would also try to constantly impress you.
by singing, dancing, WORKING OUT
he would take you to the gym maybe. or he would just work out before bed or something
he prides himself on making you drool over him
literally nothing will stop him from being cocky asf
oh also, if you fall he will laugh, but also check and make sure you’re okay. and then laugh some more.
oh. he wants to meet all your friends.
like i said, he wants to know your story
the people in your life are part of your story
he’s just sentimental
overall, he’s a really nice guy. please treat him with a bunch of love plz.
AND GIVE HIM LOTS OF KISSES😠
#kpop#ateez#ateez imagines#mingi#wooyoung#hongjoong#jongho#san#seonghwa#yunho#san imagines#san fanfic#choi san#san ateez#san fluff#hongjoong imagines#seonghwa imagines#mingi imagines#yunho imagines#yeosang imagines#wooyoung imagines#jongho imagines#hongjoong fanfic#seonghwa fanfic#mingi fanfic#yunho fanfic#yeosang fanfic#wooyoung fanfic#jongho fanfic#ateez x reader
752 notes
·
View notes
Text
ATEEZ Reactions to finding you reading smut about them: Maknae Line
i tried so hard to finish this afterworo and before bed lol. the first part did, so well? im genuinely shocked ill be honest. hope this one is just as good.
requests are open btw!!
tws below the cut
Warning! This work of fiction contains mentions of quirofilia, strength kink, dom/sub dynamics implications and general explicit topics
San:
"Baby just let me play it I just want to get us to the same level," San whined at you about a game you both played. He practically coaxed you into playing but now you genuinely enjoyed it, being hesitent to let him get you farther.
"I want to experience it myself though Sannie," you pouted back at him leaning your head on his shoulder.
"I just want to do the things you've been avoiding! It'll give you enough experience to be the same level, please," his voice became higher pitched which was your call to just let him do it.
"Whatever," you said in a fake angry voice, instantly giggling, "you do that, I'm gonna go grab a snack." You hopped up and off the bed, leaving your phone for him to mess with.
Picking up your phone, happy he got his way, he went to open the app but one was already open.
Humming he read a bit and when he read his name he twitched a little. So this was what you liked. San made you extremely nervous which caused you to be a bit hesitant to share what you liked in bed. You planned to tell him one day but he hurried that process up.
Hearing you coming back he quickly opened the right app even though he now had no actual intention to progress you.
"I am back!" you smiled plopping down with some cut fruit.
"No shit," he mused causing you to roll your eyes with a smile. His brain itching to do something now, an idea popped in seeing you eat the fruit.
Taking a piece of strawberry he held it up to your lips, you unknowingly smiled and took the fruit into your mouth. His breathing accelerated. Waiting a few minutes before he took another piece, he at first popped a piece into his mouth then grabbing another to hold it up again. You took the piece but a muffled sound of surprise came out with it when san shoved his fingers inside a bit.
Looking at him wide eyed and confused you met his which looked at you intensely. You didn't even have a chance to stop yourself before you started to suck his fingers.
"Fuck," he mumbled his gaze going a bit hazy at seeing you like this.
After sucking on his fingers for a moment you let go with a pop.
"You should really let me read more of those stories Y/N," him saying that is what made it all hit.
"Wait- oh shit," you mumbled before he took your jaw in one of his hands squishing your mouth open. The other holding another piece and pressing it to your tongue.
"I would've known sooner just how pretty you think my hands are dear."
Mingi:
Mingi could feel his face turn red, not suspecting is seemingly soft tasted girlfriend to read stuff like this. He was just trying to help! You were busy cooking dinner and asked him to send a text back to your friend, forgetting what you were last doing.
He gulped and set down your phone once sending the message. He wanted to talk about it but he had no clue how to bring it up. Once seated eating dinner you could feel the energy was off since earlier he was in such a great mood. You chose to ask about it after the meal not wanting to have an awkward dinner.
Washing the dishes you didn't feel Mingi approach from behind until he wrapped his hands around your waist.
"Hm? What's up baby?" You hummed softly with a smile.
"Can you do the dishes later...I need to talk to you about something," He set his chin on your shoulder and you could just hear a slight pout in his voice.
Drying off your hands you turned around to look at him, "what's up Mingi?"
He leaned up and took a deep breathe making you a bit worried.
"I- um fuck- Y/N I saw whats on your phone," he hesitated before just ripping off the bandaid.
Your face instantly dropped mumbling a small "ah fuck"
You stayed silent with his hands sitting on your waist. You looked at him before speaking, "Gi, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Do you want to talk about how you feel about seeing it? I'm sure you're pissed."
He tilted his head questioningly at the end, "What no- I mean, like yeah it could be weird but you're reading about me so I don't see an issue, at least as of now."
You we're now pretty puzzled, a bit tongue tied. If you remembered right, the work you had been reading was well pretty aggressive so you were sure Mingi would be weirded out. He was a soft guy and you guys experimented occasionally but nothing that far.
Being able to tell you got in your head he spoke again, "I liked it. I...liked it Y/N."
Looking back at him, his hands tightened on your waist and he moved closer so your lips brushed each others.
"Please- Fuck, can we try it?"
wooyoung:
"Y/N! Can I use your phone for a second?" Wooyoung whined laying on the bed while you we're folding laundry. He wanted attention but you had chores to do.
"Why?" You looked at him weird, knowing he was up to something.
"You'll see," he smiled, just wanting to take selfies on your phone but opened it to a book of sorts.
Curiosity got the best of him as he skimmed the page, a faint blush creeping up his neck. You guys had done a lot but something in him was set off, a smile creeping up his lips.
"Pervert," He spoke deadpanned up at you making you frown before it clicked.
"Wooyoung."
"Y/N."
A moment passed before suddenly he popped up, grabbing your hair and forcing your face into the bed. A giggle sounded from behind you as he leaned down to talk into your ear, "You read stuff like that? You're that horny for just me that you read that kind of shit? Lord your fucking head over heels for me."
"Shut the fuck up-" Your voice got cut off as he lifted you up by your hair, a hand wrapping around your throat making your mind flutter.
"Say that one more time and I'll fuck your face until you pass out like that little book dear."
Jongho:
It was supposed to be a night filled with movies, snacks, giggles and cuddles but your bladder decided to change the trajectory of the night. Excusing yourself to the bathroom you left your phone on the table faced up, not remembering that you left your tumblr notifications on around someone. The phone pinged three times in a row, making Jongho curious to which he glanced over at it.
'c. j 10:15
strength kink'
"What," he said outloud.
Clicking on the notification he began to read the work, blushing at it and embarrassed that he..liked it. Licking his lips he looked around a bit flustered.
When he heard the bathroom door shut he quickly set your phone back down, trying to not awkwardly sit there. You came back like nothing was wrong, cuddling into his side continuing to watch the film.
This is where a few days passed, each day driving Jongho more and more up the wall. Hiding in the bathroom at the studio just to get off without the chance of being caught, at least by you. Scenarios spinning in his head constantly making him want to do anything and everything at once.
When he got home that day you weren't there, his need skyrocketing to the moon. He quickly made it to your bed room and moved to the bed taking off his shirt in the process. He searched around frantically for anything of yours, spotting a t-shirt a few feet away. He pulled down his sweats letting his member spring free, bringing the shirt up to his face to inhale your scent and began to jerk off.
You on the other hand just had your friend drop you off, you jumping up the stairs excited to bring home some pastries to your boyfriend. Coming inside you quickly slipped off your shoes and looked around for him. Seeing he wasn't in the living room you headed towards your bedroom asumming he was there. Opening the door to a sight to see, Jongho jerking himself off while smelling your shirt.
You stood there silent until he opened his eyes, him now being in such a deep mindspace he didn't even seem phased. Slipping his pants back up he waltzed over to you and stood there staring at you.
"I've been going fucking insane, Y/N," he spoke getting closer, shutting the door behind you.
"What do you mean baby?" You asked softly at him. He smiled a bit and lifted a hand to your shoulder making you inhale.
"Your little fucking stories Y/N."
You looked at him wide eyed, thinking you might know which one he saw. "Jo- Fuck I'm sorry, oh god," you began to frantically apologize.
That was when he picked you up and held you up against the wall with one arm, the other hand sitting lazily around your neck.
"No. No. You've been driving me crazy in a good way. Now let me fuck you against this wall unless you want me cumming in your t-shirt."
#ateez reactions#ateez scenarios#ateez smut#choi san smut#san smut#song mingi smut#mingi smut#jung wooyoung smut#wooyoung smut#choi jongho smut#jongho smut
703 notes
·
View notes
Text
Getting hurt in argument PT 1 (Iwaizumi, Tsukishima)
hi!! so can i request a hurt to comfort with iwaizumi, tsukishima and any character that you want ? i saw you had reblogged a prompt list so you could us 18 for inspiration! @sheiscalling
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Word count: 2.1K
Genre: angst,fluff
masterlist
Tsukishima:
You and Tsukishima just moved in with each other a few days ago
Sharing a house has kind of put you at odds
As getting used to each others habits takes a while to get used too
You just hope that after a while things will go back to usual
Tsukishima has been conveniently busy since you guys moved in together, claiming he has to practice more since the Sendai Frogs have a supposed upcoming tournament.
So he’s left you to your own devices unpacking boxes, picking out and buying furniture whilst working from home. Today’s task is choosing the wallpaper, which you wanted to ask Tsukishima’s opinion on (since he’s always been judgmental of certain colours, patterns and prints.)
Y/N: Hey Tsukki! You coming to *insert store that sells wallpapers here* today… it closes at 5pm??
Kei: Yhh practices finishes at 1 so I’ll probably run some errands get changed and meet you there for 3
Y/N: Okay! See you then <3
You were ecstatic, Tsukishima is finally going to do something for your new place and on the plus you get to spend time together. Maybe you’ll get to go to that new desert place across the road from your house.
2:45PM
You decide to get there a tad bit early so you can have a few options picked out (as you know how detailed and picky Kei can be.) As you picked out paints and swatches you noticed how time went by…
3:14PM
Surprised that Kei isn’t here right on the dot (since he despises lateness and on many occasion have reprimanded you when you’ve been just a tiny bit late) but just assume he’s stuck in traffic or something.
3:32
You’re still standing outside waiting, getting a tiny bit embarrassed of the looks of the passer-by strangers as if they could tell you’re desperately waiting for someone. You checked your phone, expecting a message from Kei explaining his lateness or saying he’lll be there soon.
4:00
He’s now an hour late, with no contact at all which got you frustrated as you really hoped that he would do at least one thing for you today. So you decided to go and choose what YOU want since it seems that Kei doesn’t seem to really care.
5:15
After nearly emptying the store with all your choices and additional furniture picks you finally make it back home with still NO word from Kei. You are completely over it! But he is now the least of your worries, now your current agenda is unpacking plates and cutlery (so you and Tsuki actually have something to eat of off and that’s if he ever joins you for dinner)
You’re washing and polish plates as you hear your front door open and shut with a slight slam. “Ugh practice was draining today” he said, tired
You did not acknowledge his presence at all, you were beyond agitated that he made plans with you and then didn’t show up AND THEN didn’t even make sure the first thing he did was apologise. “Babe, whats for dinner” He asked entering the living room.
AN: Btw you have like a open kitchen type of thing so you can see the kitchen and the living room in the same room if that makes sense ://
You still ignored him, washing your plates annoyance slowly but surely building up inside of you the more he spoke “Y/N, did you hear me i asked what was fo-” Tsukishima stopped his words as he saw all the stuff you’ve bought for the house and before realising that he blew off your plans together he says,
“Y/N.. what the fuck is this shit”
That made you take a pause, and freeze ‘That is all he’s worried about’ you think. As you’re still ignoring him and he’s wondering why you decided to buy all this ‘crap’ (in his words not yours) he picks up one of the wallpaper designs and brings it to you.
“Y/N you really think we’re putting this shit on the walls..?” He asked
You still ignore him, scrubbing harder and harder on the same plate you’ve been washing since he’s got here ( you definitely know it’s clean by now but who cares )”Y/N, are you listening to me” He then grabs your shoulders turning him to face you “Why the fuck would you buy this??”
By now you were raged, “Is that ALL you care about!” You shout “You don’t care how I’ve been slaving away getting this place, our NEW place ready for us to live in but you don’t care you’re so self obsessed that all you’ve been doing is going to practice and complaining!”
He was about to speak before you stopped him again “Oh and by the way if you’ve got a problem with my choices for our walls then maybe YOU should’ve been at the store at the time we agreed upon! You dick.” after saying this his lips part in surprise, as he now remembers the promise he made you.
You turn your body back to the sink, tears filling your eyes as you go back to ferociously scrubbing the plate again.
“Y/N I’m sorry I-” He starts
“Oh shut the fuck up Tsukishima” You say a bit to agressively slamming your hands (and the plate) down on the counter, cutting your hand in the process
“Shit” You say as blood starts to seep through your hand well there goes the clean plate you get a towel and hold it against your hand stopping the blood for a short while and you bend down to start picking up the plate remains as Tsukishima just stands there not really knowing what to say or do.
“Y/N i’m sorry about EVERYTHING” he says bending down to your level as you still pick up the plate remains. “What can I do to make this all better?”
“Just fuck off Tsuki” You say bitterly not looking him in the eyes
“I’m not leaving until I know you’re okay” he says grabbing your wrist softly to stop you from further injury “Just come sit down so i can atleast bandage your hands”
You finally look up at him, tears still in your eyes but you silently agree getting up and letting him lead you to the couch. He bandages you up, not saying a word as your sniffles and whimpers fill the quiteness in the room.
“Y/N. I am really truly sorry I-” He says
“Why don’t you care anymore?” You interrupt tears now streaming down your face “I know i can be overbearing at times, but I just wanted you to be excited about moving in with me as I was about you. Do you not want to live with me anymore” you cried
“I’m sorry i’ve been so busy it’s just practice and tournaments and … I was kind of nervous about moving in with you I just love you so much and I don’t want to mess anything up” he said “And I’m sorry about not coming to the store I just got tired up with practice and I’m just really sorry Y/N”
He goes over to the things you’ve bought and picks up one of the paint colours you chose (your favourite option) “This is beatiful Y/N you have such a great taste and I like anything that you like to be honest.”
He stares at you for a response as he noticed your tears have stopped running, which is a good sign. “I just want you to be more involved and show that you care about me about us “ you say
“I will and I do.. I always do” He said pulling you into a hug
“I love you Kei” You say into his chest
“I love you too”
You spend the rest of your night unpacking plates, putting up wallpaper, painting walls and putting up furniture ending up on the couch with two slices of strawberry shortcake from the bakery across the street watching an episode of *insert your favourite TV show here* in your new place which you can finally call a home.
Iwaizumi:
You and Iwaizumi have been dating since highschool
You’ve had a past with anger issues but that was all sorted before you met Iwa
You’re very hard working and sometimes overworking but you have Iwa to always make sure you’re not too hard on yourself
You play volleyball just like your boyfriend, being the captain of your team is your pride and joy but sometimes you are way too hard on yourself trying to reach perfection.
You’re in the gym way past normal hours setting to yourself against the wall with sweat dripping down your forehead breathing slightly more than usual
‘5 more minutes’ you think to yourself knowing damn well it’s going to be more than 5 minutes but you just have to perfect your form then you can stop.
You stop for a small water break and also to check your phone seeing 5+ messages from your lovely boyfriend Hajime
Haji: Y/N how was your day
Haji: What do you want for dinner
Haji: I think we should get chinese
Haji: Y/N… you alive
Haji: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeffhpeE/
Haji: I just ran into *Insert Best friends name* and she told me you were last seen at practice I hope you’re not in the gym Y/N
Haji: I’m coming to the gym… you better not be there
By the time you start going back to set against the wall you look up to see a semi mad Hajime at the doors of the gym..
“Y/N.. I thought you said you wasn’t going to keep overworking yourself this term” He said slowly approaching you
“Just” set “Gotta” set “Fix” set “My” set “Form”
“Your set is fine babe, it’s perfect … you’re perfect” he says reaching out to touch you
“Well I guess perfect isn’t good enough then” you mumble
“Y/N that’s not what I meant” He responds touching your shoulder
Out of reflex, your hand flicks to his face your nail (which are amazingly sharp and long) catches him on his cheek causing a petite cut to now appear and small amounts of blood to come out of it. You both are frozen shocked at what just happened, you never meant to touch him like that at all.
You quickly rush to your stuff leaving your volleyball in the gym running out the doors. How could you be so horrible, hitting your boyfriend in the face after doing so much work getting over all your anger issues. ‘Hes going to hate you now’ you think.
You stop at a bench trying to clear your head, crying softly to yourself worrying now about your relationship with Haji and where it stands now. Without you noticing, Iwaizumi sits down next to you, waiting for you to compose your self before speaking.
“I know you didn’t mean it Y/N” he said pulling you under his arm
“Iwa, I’m so so sorry I didn’t mean to stay late in the gym it’s just that we have a competition next week and last time we lost because of me and I just … wanted it all to be perfect “ You said sniffling you look up at him and see the cut on his face that you caused making you even more upset “I am really sorry, I understand that you probably want to break up with me for hurting you which is completely valid”
You don’t want him to confirm your suspicions of him breaking up with you, so you abruptly stand up getting reading to move onwards again before he grabs your wrist “you’re not leaving till I know you’re okay” he says
which makes you laugh a bit “It’s crazy that I’m the one that messed up, yet you’re worrying about me”
“Well that’s my job Y/N, I always worry about you when you’re overworking yourself and being hard on yourself it’s not good” he said “accidents happen, I know you didn’t intend on me getting hurt and I know you’re going to do great in the upcoming game babe dont worry”
A week later, all was forgotten Iwa’s cheek healed quickly and he never blamed you for it all and reminded you that it wasn’t your fault whenever it seemed you felt bad about it.
You’re now playing your volleyball game Iwa in the stands cheering you on as loud as he could and of course you were doing your best because in Hajime’s words you are perfect.
AN:Thank you so much for my first request I hope you like it. I’m not really a fan of the Iwa one but the tsuki one i like the way it went even though I was meant to add a third character but got too tired. But thank for the request keep them coming!!
#haikyu x reader#tsukishima x y/n#tsukishima x reader#haikyu fluff#haikyu angst#haikyuu x reader comfort#iwaizumi x reader#iwaizumi fluff#haikyuu-fluff#haikyu#tsukishima headcanons#tsukishima angst#haikyu scenarios#iwaizumi scenarios#haikyu requests#submission#signedwithane😌
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
promises - red bull Sebastian vettel
as I promised just complete fluff and no smut. our poor seb isn't appreciated enough so here is the four times Sebastian jokingly proposed to you and the one time he actually did
NOT MY GIF
warnings; none really, fluff (btw this made me realise how TERRIBLE I am at writing fluff sorry <3 )
2.1k words, she's long
Sebastian was nervous about getting a new engineer, he so badly wanted to win a championship with Redbull and Christian had confided in him, telling him that this engineer and their new competitive car, would help him live out his dream of being a Formula One champion.
It was nearing the start of the new season and Sebastian had still yet to meet the person that he would be talking to under his most stressful moments and who he had to have full faith in while driving his car. He had begun to think that maybe he never would meet his new engineer when he received a call from Christian, telling him that they both would take place in a race for the Redbull youtube channel, where Sebastain and his new engineer would race against Mark and his, the twist being that the engineers would be the ones driving, not the drivers themselves. Sebastian agreed knowing that it would be a great way to remove any awkwardness between the two of you.
Only a few days later Sebastian was standing on a random racetrack, talking to Mark when he noticed Mark's engineer walking towards them with a beautiful young lady by his side, who Sebastian assumed was his very own engineer. “Hi! It's so nice to meet you Sebastian! My name's Y/N,” you cheerfully greeted him as you shook his hand.
A smile immediately appeared on Sebastian's face at your warm nature and he knew you two would get along just fine. “Please, call me Seb, '' he grinned as he brought a kiss to your knuckles, “now, are you ready to beat these idiots” he joked as he cocked his head towards your opponents.
“Oh, we are going to make a great pair, Seb” you joked as you accepted a helmet off Christian and climbed into the car, getting comfortable inside of the driver's seat.
“Are you a good driver?” Sebastian asked as he secured himself in the passenger's side of the car.
“I don't think I can call myself a good driver with a future Formula One champion sitting right next to me” you smiled as you drove the car to the start line. Sebastian smiled before he braced himself as the flag spun, indicating the start of the race. His head knocked against the headrest as you sped through the track, blocking Mark's engineer as he tried to overtake you and weaving through deadly corners with minimal braking.
It was when the car drifted across the finish line that Seb turned towards you with a wide grin plastered on his face, his heart was thumping hard in his chest with adrenaline. “Please marry me” he joked and you laughed as you high fived him, pleased with your small victory.
* * *
The atmosphere around the paddock was tense, the drivers championship standings were close. Sebastian could almost taste the victory, but he still had a lot of work to do. He had what he would consider a terrible qualifying and had spent the whole night before the race brainstorming ideas on how to improve his time, however nothing seemed to be working.
Everyone was stressed in the Redbull motorhome the following day, which was never something you liked to see, but you understood it as you too had a sleepless night. You pulled Seb to the side the minute you saw him and told him of the new strategy you dreamt up late last night. He was hesitant since it hadn’t been approved by anyone, but he was willing to take the risk if it meant he would win.
“Are you sure?” he had asked you, looking intently into your eyes.
You shook your head. “No not really, but I know you and I know you're the only driver that could make it work” you confided. You both stared at each other in silence for a few moments before Seb pulled you in for a hug, he gently stroked your back as he squeezed you into him. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and hugged him back with just as much force.
“I trust you” he whispered into your ear and you felt a shiver run down your spine.
“Good luck” you spoke as you gave him a final squeeze and pulled away. You bit your nails out of anticipation and shot Seb an encouraging grin as he climbed into his car.
The race went much better than expected and although Christian was furious that you didn't run the plan through him first, he was satisfied that Seb was currently P1 with a final lap to go. Your nerves were at an all time high throughout the race and you could feel the grin creeping onto your face as the end got closer and closer.
It was when Sebastian crossed the checkered flag that you let out a relieved laugh. “P1 Seb! P1! '' you grinned as you spoke to him through his earpiece.
“Ahhhh thank you, Y/N! Will you and your strategy marry me please?” he laughed
“Congratulations,” you smiled “I’ll see you up on the podium”
You practically ran to the podium with the rest of the team, grinning up at Sebastian as he lifted the trophy into the air and you could almost swear he was grinning right back at you. You clapped and hollered at him and a blush crept up your cheeks when you saw him mouth a “Thank you” in your direction.
* * *
It was inevitable that you and Seb would become close, but you two had a very different relationship compared to the other drivers and their engineers. While the other pairs spent their time going over the car's performance and new strategies, you spent yours pressed up against the wall of your office while Sebastian kissed you with as much force as he could muster. Your most heated and intimate moments were just after a race when he was full of energy and you were full of pride.
Behind closed doors you and Sebastian could almost be compared to lovers, but out in the public eye you two kept things strictly professional, which is why you were full of shock the night that Sebastain had won his title.
The whole Redbull garage and the majority of the drivers went out to celebrate Sebastian as well as an amazing season. You had congratulated him at the start of the night, you shared a quick kiss when you were sure nobody was looking and he had bought you a drink. You hadn't seen him since, however and spent the last few hours talking to random drivers and team principals.
You almost jumped out of your skin when you felt two hands land firmly on your waist. You turned your head to see a tipsy Sebastian Vettel smiling at you with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. “And there's the main man himself,” you giggled as you turned around to face him.
“I missed you,” he blurted out as his hands travelled dangerously low for a public event.
“Did you?” you asked “you're the one that disappeared for an hour” you continued as you tapped his chest.
“Kimi wanted to take shots,” he grinned as one hand moved to cup your bum.
“Sebastian!” you scolded as you swatted his hand away.
“What? It's not like i've never done that before”
“Well yeah, but-but not in public’ you whispered as you looked around, wondering if anyone had noticed the exchange between the two of you.
“I want you,” Sebastian declared, suddenly looking much more sober as he stared into your eyes.
“Let's take this conversation outside” replied as you took a step away from him. Sebastian sighed as he took your hand and led you out the doors, he didn’t care who saw as you both walked by, he didn’t care about anything anymore, he was sick of hiding his feelings for you from everyone. He wanted people to know you were his, he wanted to hold your hand in the paddocks and kiss you for good luck before a race.
Sebastain could feel his heart hammering in his chest as you paced back and forth in front of him, your hands rubbing your arms for warmth. He took a step towards you and grabbed your face with his hands. “Look at me. I want to make us official” you opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off “No listen to me. I need to say this. i don't want to sneakily glance at you during meetings anymore. I want to marry you one day. God! I want to marry you, Y/N! Is that not obvious?”
“Ok” you spoke, a blush rose to your cheeks and you cheekily grinned at him.
‘What?” Sebastian stuttered
“Let's make it official”.
* * *
You and Sebastian had been publicly dating for a little over a year and you were beyond happy. It was currently his birthday and you woke up early to make him breakfast. You both had celebrated the night before and you had to admit you were still sore but you wanted his day to be as special as him.
Sebastian tossed and turned in his sleep, frowning as he felt the cold sheets next to him instead of your warm body. His eyes fluttered open as his eyebrows furrowed. A smile soon made its way onto his face as he smelt the heavenly scent of breakfast. He turned to stand up but immediately sat back down at the sound of your voice. “No! Dont get up!” you pleaded and he laughed at the sight of you struggling to hold the breakfast tray in your hands.
“You shouldn't have, liebe” he muttered as he helped you place the breakfast tray on the bed.
“Maybe” you shrugged as you sat down next to him, “but I wanted to, now go on! Try it!” you encouraged as you practically shoved the plate into his face.
“Okay, okay” he laughed as he defensively put his hands up. You watched him as he put a fork full of food into his mouth, his eyes involuntarily shut as a quiet moan left his mouth. “Mmm marry me” he said once he swallowed the food.
“Is it okay?” you asked nervously as you played with your hands, it was your first time cooking for him and although it was just breakfast, you still wanted to make a good impression.
Sebastians head flipped in your direction, a shocked look plastered on his face. “It's better than okay, darling. Thank you. I love it. I love you”
Your heart fluttered once you heard those three words come out of his mouth. You grinned so hard that your cheeks began to hurt. “Oh god, please say something” he pleaded and he began to think that he spoke those words too soon.
“I love you, Sebastian” you spoke as you wrapped your arms around him and straddled his hips, placing kisses all over his face before finally collecting your lips.
* * *
It was yours and Sebastains anniversary but you both had decided that you wouldn't do anything special, you were just going to get takeout and watch a movie.
You pulled into the house with the food in your hands. You unlocked the door and called out to your boyfriend, “Honey, I’m home!” you joked, locking the doors behind you kicking your shoes off. You placed the food on the table next to the door and turned around, the sight in front of you shocking you as you let out a loud gasp.
Sebastian was kneeling on the floor with a ring in his hand, rose petals littered around him. You couldn't focus on the gorgeous dinner he had laid out on the table or the sweet music playing on the radio, you could only look at his glossy eyes and nervous face.
“Y/N, darling, I love you. I think i've loved you since I first laid eyes on you on that racetrack.” he laughed and looked down at the floor before connecting his eyes with yours again,”You have been with me through my lowest lows and my highest highs and somehow still manage to look at me with a glimmer in your eyes. There's nothing I can’t do with you by my side. So i’m asking-no-i'm practically begging you to finally marry me, for real this time. Will you do me the honours and become my wife?”
You nodded at him with tears in your eyes as you took small steps towards him. “I want to hear you say it, liebe”
“Yes, Sebastian! Of course I’ll marry you”
#Sebastian Vettel imagine#f1 imagine#formula 1 imagine#Sebastian vettel#f1#Sebastian Vettel imagines#formula 1 x reader
700 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hi hello i saw your requests are open!! And i dont know if this is allowed but can you do genshin boys caught cheating and they played it off and later on they started to regret what they did and when they found the reader, the reader is now happy or disappeared or idk ITS UP TO YOU TO DEICIDE HEHEHEHE IM SORRY I LOVE READING ANGST SM SO ITS OKAY IF YOU WONT TAKE IT !! YOUR WORKS ARE REALLY GREAT BTW!!! (more than great i mean *chefs kiss*)
Yes I've finally gotten to this one! I hope it's angsty enough for you 😘
[[ WARNING: CHEATING, NON-LETHAL INJURY, ALCOHOL ]]
[[ Summary: Kaeya, Childe, and Diluc end up cheating on their partner... They get caught, not by their partner, but someone else. As the days pass, they begin to regret it... only for their little secret to get back to their lover...
Note, Kaeya's is longest/wordiest cuz I didn't realize I should probably be a bit more brief... Kaeya favouritism lol.
Overall Word Count: 3'602 [rip me]
Kaeya Word Count: 1'841
Childe Word Count: 950
Diluc Word Count: 811 ]]
Kaeya
Distantly, he remembers an old saying from Crepus, in response to his question-- "Why do people drink so much?"
"Well... Alcohol doesn't solve anything, but it can make you forget questions you'd rather not think about."
He understood that as he got older. Why stress, and think about things he could not control? ... Well, maybe he should deal with them, but that's easier said than done when his entire life was on the line. Every night, in the tavern, he drank to forget. Not that he'd admit that to anyone.
And, somehow, he had forgotten more than he'd like to admit. On his lap, a beautiful woman, and he was tugged to a back closet of the Angel's Share. She tasted sweet, like wine and sugar. If it wasn't for an intruder, ( despite the fact that he was the one intruding into staff-only area ) he likely would have had a far better time, to completely lose himself in his inebriation.
"K-Kaeya!" Uh oh, as his vision focused, he could see Diluc's unmistakable silhouette, with that fluffy red hair and broad shoulders. "You," he pointed to the woman, "Out." The woman, not wanting to envoke the wrath of Sir Ragnvindr, running out immediately. But, Diluc didn't let Kaeya out, not that he was fighting to get out. Instead, he walked closer.
"What have you done?" he asked, voice low and full of rage. However, Kaeya could only smile,
"What do you mean, Master Ragnvindr?" He asked, all sly.
"You cheater," he snapped, "You do know that wasn't your partner? The one you swore yourself to? They were just looking for you, you know." He was nearly yelling, forcing his voice low...
And that, that idea, the realization of everything hit him harder than even the biggest bomb's that Klee had ever made. He... did.
"Look," The world was no longer warm an fuzzy, just a little shift away from his normal reality, everything crashing down. The thoughts that haunted him when you slept so peacefully in his arms, when he would see the knights laughing and smiling together, the ever-haunting knowledge that he was alone amongst them...
The way only you did not have that odd look in your eye, of wonder upon seeing something unique, or of something alien that terrified... You only looked at him as what he wished to be seen-a person.
And here he went, fucking it all up.
"Look," he said again, tears in his eye, "You, you can't tell anyone," He all but snapped at Diluc, who's eyes widened in shock, "I-I wouldn't tell if you did it, you have to do the same for me," he promised, desperately trying to think of what to do...
"Kaeya, this isn't about me, this is about you and-and them," Diluc didn't even need to say the name, "You're better than this, I won't tell, but only if you do."
Kaeya's brows furrowed, he wasn't used to feeling so... betrayed. Normally, it was expected, but this... but this was different! Wasn't it...?
"It has nothing to do with you, I... I can deal with it on my own, 'Luc." He insisted, straightening out his back. He was only a tiny bit taller than Diluc, but he wanted to hold it over him, to prove he wasn't going to let him use him over his... his mistake.
"Kaeya," his voice was... softer. Kaeya didn't want to hear this voice, this consoling voice. Not after everything, not... not like this!
"Fuck off, Diluc," he snapped, pushing him to the wall as he stormed out, "You made it clear you want nothing to do with me, don't try now. Not like this," he demanded, seeing Diluc look at him, eyes wide... shocked.
"Fine. Get out and don't come back." Diluc hissed, voice much lower, his eyes glazed over. Kaeya almost wanted to yell at him, to keep fighting... But, no, no, he didn't. He couldn't do that here, not when he was too desperate to figure out what to do, leaving through the front of Angel's Share, slamming the door behind him.
And he ran. He didn't know why, he wasn't headed home, but he just... he felt like he was running from his mistakes, the wind biting at his face, until he finally skidded into an alleyway, his back against the wall, his hand put up to his mouth, biting at the base of his thumb to stifle the sobs that wanted to burst from his chest. It hurt, oh, it hurt, but it felt... right, it felt like he should hurt, his teeth clasping harder onto his hand, tears rolling from his eye as he roughly breathed through his nostrils, his brain desperately trying to figure out what to do, what to say, what to think... But it all only ended up in a jumbled mess, of black and red and tears and crying.
He didn't know how long he sat there, but by the time he stopped biting his hand, it felt... hot, for some reason, and as he looked at his hand...
Red. Bite marks. His teeth had sunk in so deep, his skin was broken and reddened and bloody. He couldn't even feel the pain, like when the burning fire had turned to grey, dead embers... he felt nothing, his own bodily sensations distant in an odd way.
He doesn't even know why, but upon seeing his blood ooze from his flesh, he swing his fist towards the brick, hearing it clatter against it. He stared at his hand, pulling off his glove to stare, dazed, at his busted knuckles.
Holding his fist close to his chest, he finally walked home.
If I don't tell them, he thought, I can live with it. I've lived with worse. I live with worse.
He didn't want to.
But he did that-he cheated. He cheated on the one person that could make everything feel okay, like he never hurt anyone, like he wasn't from a distant corrupt land, like he wasn't the monster he was told to be.
Should he say it? Tell directly?
...
It wouldn't matter if he told immediately or in a week. He-he trusted you'd understand, he could... He could figure it out. He just, his brain was both sinking and floating, drunk yet sober, he wasn't in his own body right about now. He was somewhere gone, and he couldn't be making any decisions.
Shambling his way home, he opened the front door... And hesitated, listening. Looking. You weren't in eyeshot or earshot, so... He could wrap up his hand before he gave everything away, or at least, his temper tantrum of sorts. He rummaged around before finding that small first aide kit, cleaning the wounds of his own cause, and bandaged up his hand... for a second, he tensed, hearing your footsteps, but he opted to finish wrapping it before you could see.
"Kaeyaaa..." You whined, "You didn't come to bed..." You walked over, hugging him from the side, resting your head on him. How sweet you were, how cuddly... As though nothing happened.
"I'll come to bed in a minute," he said, "I just need to finish this real quick."
You peeked over to look at whatever he was messing with, and woke up in an instant, reaching over to his hand as he was tucking the end of the bandage away, so it wouldn't unravel so easily. "What happened?" You asked, tenderly holding his injured hand with both of yours.
"Nothing to be worried about," he reassured, trying to hide how his voice shook, "Just wanted to patch it up."
With one hand, you gently stroked his, and then lifted it to your mouth to give a loving kiss atop it. "Are you okay to come to bed?" You asked, still tired from the late hour.
"Of course," he wanted to kiss you, badly, but he refrained. You shouldn't, Kaeya, your mouth is dirty.
The two of you walked to bed, he undressing just enough to comfortably lie down...
Feeling how you snuggled up to him, sighing in such comfort now that he was home, and how you soon became a weight upon him as you sunk back into sleep...
However, he did not sleep that night. Or the next, or the next... Or the next.
Days, truly, passed. He did not sleep, he was not sleeping, Jean even scolded him for blacking out more than once, stunned when one second he was standing, and the next he was on the ground, no memory of having fallen, with the knights consoling him.
He started staying later, he had not gone back to the Angel's Share. Many mornings, he was not there when you woke. You knew he was busy, but... this was horrific.
Eventually, two weeks have passed. He steeled his nerves, and he was going to talk to you about it. He didn't want to live like this, with this guilt and agony upon the things he could not fix--but he could fix this. He could-he could make this better.
But, as he walked into your shared home... an eerie silence. As he looked around, it felt like... a lot was missing.
Everything that was missing, from simple objects placed about to pictures on the walls, were all yours. Of you.
Save for a single picture frame, with shattered glass, and a picture of him and you, smiling. It was one of the more coherent pictures the two of you had made.
Beside it, a note.
Dear Kaeya,
A woman came to me recently, telling me of you. Of how you kissed her, and nearly slept with her at the Angel's Share. She was unaware of the fact that you had a partner, and had finally found and confided in me about this.
I don't know what made you cheat on me like this, but worse still you've been avoiding me, and you wouldn't even tell me. If I knew... then we could have talked about it, we could have gotten counseling. We could have fixed this--fixed us. But you were gone.
I don't want to hear you say it, say that you don't love me or you don't want to be with me, so I left. I'm not in Mondstadt, I've gone to live with someone I can actually trust. Please don't look for me, I need time. Your lack of communication was enough to tell me you don't care enough to fix this.
Sincerely,
Your former beloved.
Tears truckled down onto the paper, and he nearly crushed it in a single fist... But, no, he couldn't, he couldn't destroy the last connection he had to you, no matter how badly he wanted to rip out his eye, so he never had to look at it ever again. He collapsed the floor, the letter, and the framed picture falling to the ground, a broken, loud laughter rung through the house as tears fells down his face, maniacal in nature...
He wanted to be alone, and gone, for a long... long time.
Childe
Childe didn't understand the meaning of 'exclusive' as well. He loved you, dearly, but to him, love was a thing to be given more freely. Maybe it was just a lack of communication, or maybe he completely misunderstood your words, but with an old friend he slept with time and time again...
When Scaramouche saw him sending off his friend with a goodbye kiss, it being a casual commoditiy in his mind, only then did he get utterly chewed out for this.
"Are you a fucking idiot?" Scaramouche snarled at him, "You're not even shameful about this, you cheater." He snapped, as though he was truly angry for you, instead of just a generally very angry person. Childe shrugged.
"I wouldn't mind if they slept with someone else," he said casually, "Doesn't mean they love me any less, you know?"
Scaramouche tried to response, but he was simply flabberghasted. "Most people don't think that way, you airheaded moron."
Childe just laughed, brushing off the shorter harbinger, before walking off without a care.
But... in the end, the words got to him.
Maybe you didn't think that way? You two had spoken of marriage, a very possible reality that he was looking forward to... But, maybe there was a... culture clash, maybe? A clash of upbringings?
He found himself wondering these things at night, when you were snuggled up to him, unaware of the whirlwind of fear in his mind.
Silently, he resolved to simply stop--It would keep you happy, a little secret he didn't mind keeping. Maybe in many, many years, he'd mention it, but... he thought that was okay. That could be the last time he'd ever do something like that...
But, as he came home... You were sitting, waiting for him.
"Please, come sit down, Ajax," that morose tone, it made his heart ache... so he obeyed without question. You looked at him, face puffy and eyes red... "Tell me the truth," you asked, his heart sinking, "Did you cheat on me?"
He froze, but... "Y-yes, but-"
"I don't need an explanation," you admitted, a small, broken smile on your face, "I knew I wasn't loveable enough."
"Wait, no, no, that's not it at all-"
"No," you interrupted, "I don't need an explanation. I'll be out by tonight," you looked down at your lap, his heart shattering into even smaller pieces,
"Babe... please, please, let me explain, I'll never do it again-"
You stood,
"If you'd do it once, you'd do it again. Don't talk to me," you hesitated, "If you want me to be happy, don't look for me ever again."
He was trying to reach for you... but, he couldn't make himself grab you, not when you so delicately shied away...
Eventually, he gave up. No amount of fighting would stop you, and... and he... he couldn't keep seeing your pain as you cried for him to just leave you alone.
Was this love? The pain of another, the terror not of considering spending the rest of your life with them, but the terror of not spending the rest of your life with them?
Before he knew it, he was staring at a mirror, shards of glass in his fist, more than a few holes in the wall and a broken door, the shattered mirror distorting his expression...
Upon walking through the house, he saw that there was... it felt so empty, without your delicate touch and presence making it a place he lovingly called home.
"No," he whispered, hoping... were you here? Did you see... whatever he blacked out and did, the tantrum he did not remember? Did he, oh gods above, oh gods, he didn't hurt you, did he?
...
But he never got an opportunity to find out.
By the time he had sobered up from his tantrum... you were gone. Only a note, left behind, Don't look for me.
Because, you both knew, if he really wanted to find you, he could. He could capture you, trap you... hurt you.
But he didn't want any of that, as much as it hurt to have you away... to make you hate him anymore than you already did was enough to drive a man to near insanity.
Even after you had been gone, he would sit, whenever he was not forced to work, to fulfil his duties to the Tsaritsa... he would wait. He would cook your favourite dishes, read the books you liked, go to the places you enjoyed...
Only after weeks of this, did it hit him that you truly were never coming home. He knew that, but... but, somehow, his heart, his emotions hadn't caught up.
For a second time, he had destroyed your shared, no... his home.
It just wasn't home without you.
Unable to endure the idea of still being here, of a place where he had held you so many times, kissed you, loved you, and suddenly you were all but gone... He tried to do anything to avoid it, to avoid that demon that desperately tried to crawl out of him, threatening to burst from his chest.
Even the other Harbingers had noticed this, how... awful he had been, how he had lost himself. Even Scaramouche, the one most openly said to be the easiest to hate amongst them all, with an uncanny talent to bring even the most pacificistic souls to pure rage, had done well to stay his tongue, never kind, never sweet, but he would give him the isolation he craved, only speaking as much was necessary.
He didn't know what to do with himself, but whenever that happened... he'd just throw himself to the maws of death and, unluckily, crawl his way back out.
Diluc
Everything felt hot and fuzzy and...
Red.
Was red a feeling? His face was red, his body burned, and he could scarcely breathe, he definitely had accidentally drunk some alcohol, but for once, the effects of inebriation hit him. However, while he couldn't understand why people would devote their lives to this sensation, he could appreciate reality being distant, when he knew if he wasn't drunk, he would have spit up the wine and some extra blood, making it an even richer red color.
A warm feeling around his dick, he saw a pretty, if not distorted, face. It didn't take long for him to explode with sensation, his eyes shot wide... and a kiss pressed to his lips.
He almost chased that pretty face, only to see it disappear, he falling to his knees, rasping for air. Moments later, he felt hands on his shoulder's, shaking him. He shot his head up, seeing Kaeya looking at him in fear, and distantly, he heard his name...
"Diluc. Diluc. Diluc! Say something!"
Diluc stared at him, and opened his mouth to speak, but he only ended up jerking his head down, coughing into his elbow, seeing blood on his black coat... Kaeya noticed, too, frozen in shock.
"What happened?" he asked, his eye wide in shock.
"I..." Diluc rasped out, and his eyes widened in shock.
He realized what he had done.
He. He slept with someone who was most definitely not the one he had sworn himself to. Some-some random woman who was likely enchanted by the prospect of a rich man.
"Diluc!" Kaeya shouted, afraid, "What happened?"
Diluc shoved himself up, his hand on Kaeya's shoulder, already rushing to run out and all the way back to the Winery-but not before Kaeya grabbed him, stopping him, strength near equally matched.
"'Luc, I'm not letting you go anywhere until you-"
"I did," Diluc was still gasping for air, "I did something terrible." He admitted, with no small amount of pain.
"What did you do?" Kaeya asked, "Don't run, don't run, you're going to choke on your own blood-"
"No!" Diluc shouted, throwing Kaeya off his arm, running on pure adrenaline, even as his face was beet red, and his vision blurred.
But he needed to confess his sins, immediately, he needed to... now, now, now!
He heard Kaeya shout, but in the end, as he had to stop just to rasp for air again, the burn of alcohol still in his throat, he heard no shouting, nothing but the sound of his thundering heartbeats in his own ears.
Finally, he got to the Winery. You saw him, shocked, seeing his red face and how distressed he was, his hair nothing short of a fluffy mess.
"Diluc," you run over, he leaning on you, just to not collapse from the lack of air, "Diluc, what's wrong?"
"I-I..." He shuttered out, sucking in a breath, "I cheated on you."
You were reeling, "You-What?"
"I-I accidentally drank wine. I was drunk, I can't..." He was still heaving, "I can't breathe... I don't... I don't know what happened, but... She... a woman, she..."
He couldn't finish, but he didn't need to.
"You cheated on me and the first thing you did was come home and brag about it?" You asked, equal parts anguish and anger,
"No," he rasped, his knees buckling as the world tried to disappear on him, "I can't..." his hand went to his throat, "Wait..."
He didn't know what happened, but he only saw flashes after that--Your tears, his bloodied hands, you leaving.
And he was alone, on the ground, barely able to breathe, to think... to do anything.
You left him.
You were gone.
And, somehow, he wasn't mad at all. Having breathed long enough to move again, he stood... and he found the half-empty bottle of wine left on the table, the wine you adored so.
He grabbed the bottle and drank straight from it, feeling his throat and tongue swell, it crashing to the ground as he fell, unable to rasp even the slightest breaths,
I deserve this, he thought, I deserve this. This is all I deserve.
...
...?
For some reason, despite his better wishes, he woke up. He lay in bed, a cool, wet cloth over his forehead... his flesh burned, and his tongue was still swollen, he unable to wiggle it in his mouth. His breathing, still, was labored, but it seemed that he was still breathing, despite everything.
He watched as Adelinde cautiously walked over, looking down at his face, "... Master Diluc, are you alright?"
No, he wasn't, but he could not even sob and cry, for he could not breathe enough to do so.
A cruel twist of fate, but he was not deserving to cry, he was the one who hurt you. You did nothing but love him.
He didn't deserve anything right now.
#genshin impact#genshin x reader#kaeya#diluc#childe#genshin kaeya#genshin diluc#genshin childe#kaeya x reader#diluc x reader#childe x reader#bark writes#// also dw anon i've written way more messed up stuff than this#// :)#// also idk why ppl cheat beyond the thrill of it and i wanted to make it more interesting than that#// chlide was the closest to that idea#// i got some shitty news + people who didnt stop bringing it up so this took way more time than i'd like to admit
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
Work It Out
Summary: Spencer realizes that he might just have feelings for his neighbor after seeing her in her workout gear.
A/N: I boofed it. Trying to write a blurb and I ended up writing a whole fic. I will never learn.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Implied that reader is athletic but no mention of her body type)
Category: Smut, Angst, Fluff
Warnings/Includes: bad communication, cursing, smut, graphic descriptions of sexual acts, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, light spanking, please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!
Word count: 2.7k
Masterlist
Requests Filled:
“blurb idea that’s been living in my head, rent-free: reader is spencer’s neighbor and a dancer, who he has a huge crush on. spencer goes over to her apartment to borrow something and interrupts her daily stretches and spencer gets all flustered because she’s wearing leggings and a sports bra, and she’s so flexible”
“okay so this next thought came to my mind while i was doing some exercise lol: imagine that u started a new routine and you feel super tired at the ten minutes of the video haha, then spencer came back to work and when he see u doing some squats he's so turn on and then he just get close to you from behind and whispers "c'mon bunny, u can't with this, the only thing that u can handle is my cock" and then he just fuck y/n so hard aaaaaaaaa btw i'm the anon who sent that visual the past week of Twitter about the flowery lingerie 😌🙏🏻 —🥀”
“okay so like reader working out in Spencer’s apartment and he’s just watching her and getting all worked up. reader noticed and starts teasing him until he can’t handle it - 🐍”
-- -- --
They’d struck up a friendship almost instantly, from that first day that she moved in. He tried to help her with her boxes but he almost felt like he was holding her back, he got winded just going up and down the stairs on his own, let alone while he carried an entire box he later found out had been full of books. She laughed at him when he placed it down on her kitchen table and read the permanent marker label on the side. He still remembers how light her laugh had made him feel, how perfect it was.
From that first day things were just easy, effortless. He liked that he didn’t have to think around her, about work, about anything, he always felt so comfortable around her. Until that day.
The day that he couldn’t find his dustpan and brush after breaking a glass, so he went next door to see if she had one he could borrow. When he knocked on the door and heard a small ‘it’s open’, he walked in as normal, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the sight.
The furniture in her living room was pushed to the walls as she stretched in the centre of the room. He was sure there must’ve been a name for the pose she was in, but all he could concentrate on in that moment was how her body looked in the spandex of her leggings and sports bra. The smooth way her body contorted into strange shapes, the way her back arched so perfectly, and the way he could make out every curve of her body in a way he’d never really noticed before.
Thankfully she didn’t seem to notice his staring as she concentrated on her movements before finishing up her pose.
“What’s up Spence?” she breathed once she relaxed, turning her eyes to him.
And for a moment he wanted to turn around and run away. He was almost positive that his face was a glowing shade of pink, he could feel the heat as it radiated off of his cheeks while she looked at him expectantly.
“Uh, I um- A glass!” he stuttered out, “I broke a glass” he finally managed but she still just looked up at him with a puzzled expression.
“Okay, we’re really low on news today I see” she laughed, and he sort of wished she hadn’t, because it’s his absolute favorite sound.
“Sorry, I wanted to- I uh- I came over to see if you had a sweeping brush?” the words almost get caught in his throat but he fights to get them out, and he’s more proud than he really should be.
“Oh, under the sink!” she tells him, and he makes quick work of finding it before mumbling his ‘thanks’ and rushing back to the safety of his own apartment.
It’s a day he could never forget, even if his memory was normal. And part of him wished he could forget, because he knows that that’s the day he started treating her differently. It wasn’t easy or simple anymore. It was awkward and strange and he had a huge, stupid crush on her.
-- --
It doesn’t take long for her to notice the little changes in his behavior, the way he avoids her in the halls, or always seems to be inexplicably busy whenever she tries to make plans. And on the odd occasion that they do speak he never seems to be able to hold eye contact. It continues like that for a while until she just can’t take it for another second.
She waits until she knows he’s home, staring out the peephole at the door opposite hers until she sees him open it up and walk inside. She gives him about 5 minutes before she marches over and slams her fist against the door, a lot more urgent than necessary.
When he opens the door he looks tired and deflated, and his tie is undone, hanging around his neck. She can see the fatigue leave his features a second later, only to be replaced by a look of pure shock.
“Y/N?” he asks, like he’s not sure she’s really even there.
“Yeah, can I come in?” she asks, but she’s already maneuvering past him and into his living room like she’d done so many times before he’d gotten strange.
“What are you doing here?” he manages to get out once his shock subsides.
“What’s going on with you Spence? We’re best friends until one day you decide you don’t like me? What’s that about, I just have to pretend like I live next door to a stranger now?”
He looks like a deer caught in headlights. She’s not even sure she can see him breathing as his face begins to flush.
“I’m sorry” he breathes out first, “I wasn’t trying to- okay I was avoiding you, but it’s not because I don’t like you”
“Sure seems like it” she sighs, and for a second he looks heartbroken.
“No!” he blurts out, “It’s not that, I swear” he shakes his head, reaching out to touch her before retracting his grip, thinking the better of it.
“Then what is it Spence?” she looks at him with a softness now, with a pleading behind her eyes, and he can’t hold back anymore.
“It’s because I do like you” he says it like he’s relieved, like it had been gnawing at him, “Because I really like you”
“Like me?” she asks, the realization finally dawning. “As in...”
“As in... romantically?” he can’t look at her when he says it, closing his eyes as if he’s bracing for impact. But the next thing he hears is his favorite sound once again. She laughs at him. It’s not cynical, or rude, it’s the kind that’s filled with joy, and maybe just a little exasperation.
“Well I wish you’d’ve told me that sooner” she says once she’s calmed down, and when he opens his eyes she’s smiling at him, taking a step closer.
“You do?”
“Mmhmm” she nods, “That way, I could’ve let you know all about this crush I’ve been harboring on you for a while now.”
He doesn’t have time to think before she’s got her lips on his, soft and delicate against him. For a minute he can’t really understand what’s happening as her hands reach up to cup his face softly, and they stay there after she pulls back. Her thumbs gently grazing his cheekbones as she admires his shocked expression.
“You’ve had a crush on me?” is the first thing he thinks to say, and she nods, smiling up at him.
“Since that first day when you helped me move in” she admits, and the timeline clicks in his head. She’s wanted this longer than he even had. Something about it puts his mind at ease, the though of being desirable to someone like her just makes him swell with pride in a way he’s not even sure he understands.
“Oh” is all he manages to get out though.
“I know, we gotta work on your self confidence because you, Spencer Reid, are a catch” she smiles at him before diving in for their second kiss.
-- --
It’s probably too crass to say out loud, but his favorite part about moving in together is undoubtedly, her daily exercise routine. Sometimes it’s in the morning, sometimes the afternoon, sometimes the evening. He’s actually starting to suspect that she times it for when she knows he’ll be around to see it.
He waited a little while to confess just know much he thought about her in those leggings. The lilac ones that were still in her rotation. Not that he didn’t find her sexy all of the time, he really did. But there was just something, maybe pavlovian, about seeing her in those lilac leggings. The way they hugged her body, he always found himself staring more than he was proud of.
Whatever routine she’s following this morning has her just a little out of breath. And he pretends to be reading the paper at his desk while she pants less than 10 feet away from him. The sound alone is distracting, but when he glances up and he can see her doing squats, all he can focus on is her ass in those fucking leggings.
“8, 9.... 10″ she breathes out, finishing off with a small groan.
“Too hard?” he chuckles, giving in and laying his paper down.
“No way, I can handle it” she turns around to grin at him before turning back around, starting into another set, counting them out slowly.
He seizes the opportunity and gets up out of his chair, making his way quietly over to her while she concentrates on her form. When he’s finally behind her she’s nearly out of breath again, pushing through the last rep when his hand snakes around her waist and pulls her back against him. He leans in to her ear as he whispers.
“C’mon Bunny, I guess you can handle your squats, but can you handle this” he almost moans it as he presses his already hard cock right up against her ass.
“Fuck” she breathes out in a little gasp, her hands moving up into his hair to pull him closer.
“Do you think you can handle it Bunny?” he groans again, grinding himself against her this time.
“Yes! Yes Spencer please, I can take it” she moans out as his hands begin to roam over her body, gently tracing along the exposed skin between her bra and her leggings, feeling the warmth of it.
“Then be a good Bunny and bend over for me, okay?” he growls against her ear and she moves fast, bending over the back of the sofa, and presenting herself to him. He takes a step back to admire the view for a moment before he’s got his hands on her body again. His fingers go straight to the waistband of the leggings, tugging the smooth fabric down, pulling it until it's gathered around her feet, quickly doing the same with her panties until there was nothing in his way.
“Fuck, you look so good like this” he groans, a soft hand caressing the smooth skin of her ass before rising up and coming back down with a loud slap, followed by a high pitched whine from her.
“Did you like that Bunny?” he asks, gripping a rough handful of her ass as she moans out a meek ‘yes’
So he repeats the action, pulling his hand up only to slam it back down again rough and excited against the now sensitive skin.
“Fuck” she purrs, her legs closing, thighs moving together in an attempt to get some friction. But he puts a stop to that right away, placing one of his feet between hers and kicking them apart so her legs were spread for him.
“If you wanted something Bunny, all you had to do was ask” he teases, moving his hand along the curve of her ass until it was hovering between her legs, where she was desperate and wanting. He purposefully lingers just a moment too long before pushing two fingers inside of her. He’s rewarded with a low moan that pours out of her.
“So wet from just a little spanking, you’re so good for me” he groans, “Do you think you can handle my cock yet sweetheart?”
She can’t help the way she clenches and tightens around his fingers at the very thought. It’s not like they didn’t fill her up, they were so much longer and more agile than her own fingers, but nothing could really compare to his cock.
“Fuck, please” she whimpers, wiggling her hips just a little as though that might help convince him that she deserved it.
“Such a good girl, I think you’ve earned it” as he speaks he pulls his fingers gently out of her, and she forces herself not to while at the loss of contact. He pulls his cock out of his boxers, pumping it himself a few times before he lines up behind her. Though they both love this position, she can’t help but miss watching him. The way his eyes close and and he bites his perfect plump bottom lip. But then he’s easing in and the feeling of him is enough to eclipse every other thought in her head.
“Oh god! Spencer!” she stutters out a moan, her hands flying forward to grab at the cushions on the sofa, digging her fingers into the soft down.
“You feel so good Bunny, always so wet for me” he groans as he pushes the whole way in, burying himself right up to the hilt.
His hands make their home on either side of her hips, his grip is tight as he pulls her back against him at the same time that he pushes his hips forward, slamming in on each thrust with everything he’s got.
Hips hit against her ass each time, rocking right up against the quickly forming handprint there whenever their skin collides. The slight burn only intensifying the already overwhelming pleasure.
“So- ah- I’m so close” she manages to moan out in between all the gasps and pants, and without speaking Spencer reaches down to grab the straps at the back of her sports bra, using the leverage to pull her back up. Meeting her halfway he presses his chest right up against her back, one hand snaking around to loosely grip her throat. The other making its way down between her legs.
“Fuck- Spencer- I-” she gasps at his fingers start to run in small circles around her swollen clit, his hips continuing their motions at the same time. All of it building dangerously fast.
“What’s the matter? Too much for you Bunny?” he teases with a groan, right against her ear.
“No!” she rushes out, one of her hands bracing herself against the back of the sofa, the other draping itself loosely over his hand between her legs, encouraging but not interfering with its movements.
“That’s a good girl. Are you gonna cum all over my cock Bunny?”
She doesn’t have time to answer his question before she’s putty in his hands. Melting into his grip as he continues to move inside of her and against her. The only thing keeping her from falling to the ground is her loose grip on the edge of the sofa and Spencers hand around her neck as she moans out his name.
It’s only a few seconds later that his hips begin to stutter and both of his hands are on her hips again, pulling them tight against his own as he grows closer and closer. And then he’s cumming with a rough groan and a bunch of shallow breaths, filling her up entirely as she begins to slump against the sofa once again.
“Spence, fuck” she says with a deep breath, “That was unbelievable”
They’re both covered in a layer of sweat now, and Spencer can feel the hair that’s probably stuck to his forehead. In his exhausted state all he really wants to do is lay down against her back, gathering their breathing again. But he knows that’s just his cloudy mind talking. So he manages to loosen his grip on her hips and pull out slowly before rushing to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth.
He takes it and gently cleans the mess that he made between her legs before it gets the chance to drip down. Once she’s clean he helps her stand upright once again.
Although he’d come a long way with his self confidence there were still times like this where he let himself feel awkward, or unsure. Especially right after he’d just been so bold. But in times like this she knows exactly what to do. Rising up, she places her hands on either side of his face and kisses him, soft and gentle, just for a moment, before pulling back again to look at him.
“Shower?”
-- -- --
Thank you so much for reading x
-- -- --
Masterlist
Permanent Taglist:
@pinkdiamond1016
@shadyladyperfection
@catlynhoss05
@elldell1204
@jared-19-cant-reid
@lvndrmenace
@n-ecessity
@aubreyxanne
@spencereidshoe
@muffin-cup
@myescapefromthislife
@ezioauditore8880
@trulyneedy
@calm-and-doctor
@purpleknighthoundtoad
@smexyreid
@calm-and-doctor
@many-fandoms-follower-but-okay
@neverlandwaitingforme
@a-broken-pact
@no-alarms-no-surprises-silence
@s1utformgg
@reidemandweep
@blurryreid
#spencer reid smut#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid fanfiction#criminal minds fanfiction#mgg smut#mgg imagine#mgg fluff#mgg x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x yn#spencer reid x y/n#Matthew Gray Gubler#matthew gray gubler imagine#matthew gray gubler smut#matthew gray gubler x reader#matthew gray gubler x you#spencer reid#mgg#fem reader#fem!reader
861 notes
·
View notes
Note
HI BESTIE IMY HEBSBRBS AHH I’ve been so busy ... also recently got super sick and I’ve not been well at all ,, it’s just the flu / a stomach bug tho ! :,) hru ???
Your latest reaction was so good ,, thoughts r being thunk ?? Thinking about skz reaction to you rubbing / jerking their dicks just whenever you’re bored .. and you don’t even really notice that they’re getting off ahah IDK IT JUST SEEMS TO HOT ??
Once they cum or wtv you’re like ;) hsshbrbs
I have a dick but honestly it’s never bothered me reading ur shit directed towards a female reader ? For some reason I really like it bye 😭🤚
-🚬
BABYBOOOY WHY HAVE YOU BEEN SICK?!?! :((( Hope you’re feeling better now, i should give u some of my healing medicin aka my kisses :(( <33
Also that last bit AAh thank u T-T i try to be more inclusive but like AAAGH im always so scared that i’ll mess something up from my lack of ~ knowledge ~ BUT I REALLY TRY MY BEST >< so thank uuu for having patience for my dumb ass
ANYWAYS SPEED REACTION LEGO
warnings: skz x gn!reader. handjobs, blowjobs, cum, orgasm (m), cum eating, slight overstimulation
Bangchan
“w-what the fuck”
yeah thats his only reaction when you suddenly stick your hand down his pants, wrapping your hand around his dick and slowly stroking it while big spooning him
you werent trying to get him off... more like... you wanted something to play with while watching the movie
boy would be ~ flustered ~
he’d find it interesting
why would you jerk him off if you didn’t want him to cum yk?
like that type of thoughs
but of course you can’t expect him to not react LMAO
you were fully immersed in the movie because it started to get interesting now and you didn’t notice how you started jerking him off faster.
until...
you felt something warm and wet hit your hand paired with his dick twitching
you looked at him and saw that poor boy was biting his bottom lip so hard trying to not disturb you with his moans
“did you cum?” you say, lifiting up his pants to which he yelped and put his hands over yours right at his crotch. “n-no”
Minho
be bold with this man
pull his pants down when he’s just chilling ASHASHA oh god
he doesn’t think it fair
eventhough he does the exact same to you
when he does it to you it more like he simply wants to feel you all over, not intending for you to get turned on
but make one moan and this mf thinks it a game
“how many times can i get y/n to moan”
NO OK BUT RETURNING TO YOU -> HIM
it would take sum time to get him to cum
he doesnt strike me as the sensitive type and so you could jerk him for quite a while which hey more fun for you
but ooone faithful day he was more turned on than usual leading to him cumming quicker than he usually does during one of those times where you played with his dick
stroking it, running your thumb across the tip, licking it .. you name it...
you smirk when he accidentally cums on your lips and you lick it off and he just starts complaining (yk when jisung bit his fingernail in that two kids room episode, yeah that tone)
“y-you can’t just do that!!” you start chuckling “what? mad that you came like a bitch?”
nex thing you know you’re pinned against a wall OOP sorry
Changbin
he lives for this BUT only if you give him attention
which you dont because you’re simply bored and dont want to get him off, more like... liking the feeling of having him in your hand lmao
“can you at least look at me?” you shake your head, holding his semi-erect dick in your hand “shh,,, im watching something!”
that would be the everyday conversation ahsahsha
I FEEL LIKE YOU COULD GO FOR A WHILE??!
he’d be relativly quiet as well so you wouldnt notice until he actually cums and you’re like “...wtf why is my hand sticky”
BRUH U START APOLOGIZING HASHAS HE JUST GLARES AT YOU FOR NOT GIVING YOU ANY ATTENTION
but he came anyways so..
you try to escape the situation but he’s not having it
“nah you’re not escaping now, finish what you started baby”
Hyunjin
another boy thats lives for this
why? because a) its a handjob b) he likes the thrill of not knowing when you’re bored c) because you forget what you’re doing and he likes seeing you surprised when he cums ASHAHS god bury me
would purposefully make you bored
“the wifi is down y/n,, guess we having nothing to do...w-wanna give me a handjob”
you shrug, “alright”
you’re completely lost in though, wondering when the wifi will return or what you guys should eat for dinner
suddenly he cums,,, a lot,,,
you laugh at him and he’s kind of blushing with his hair covering parts of his face.
“i-i’m pretty sure the wifi will be down for a while” ;))
Jisung
FUCK YES LETS GO
he would already just be naked infront of you at random times
like,,, whats the point in putting on clothes after the shower if he knows that you are going to sneak up on him and jerk him off yk?
but what this boy didn’t know was how you didn’t notice most of the time
your hand just having a mind of it’s own...
but you’d notice pretty quick
since this boy LOUD YALL
whiny mf
“shush!” you say, scrolling on your phone with one hand and jerking him off with the other.
you didnt intend on making him cum,,, just giving him a massage ASKKASJSKSA
he’d act all like “ppfft... you can’t make me cum from just that-”
and then shuts up because “h-hey... this feels too g-good”
not thinking he’d cum this quick you started talking to him but were quickly cut off from him letting out a long moan
“f-fuck,, y/n..h-haa,,,”
after he cums you’re like “heading to bed”
but he pulls you back, grabbing your wrist and looking at you with big doe eyes
“c-could we keep going?”
Felix
boy would be walking around, holding his crotch because he never knows when you attack
because he belong to the more... sensitive bunch of boys... HE DOESNT LIKE IT TOO MUCH
mostly because he’d cum too fast and it would leave him embarrassed (awh poor boy:(( )
thats legit the only reason LMAO
noo poor boy wants to appear all tough for you even though you’ve told him over 100 times that he doesn’t have to be, you love him for who he is yk? <33
BUT NOPE stubborn baby sets bets with you
“ok this time i won’t cum that quickly... last time was a practice round”
ASHAHSH WHY IS THAT SO FUNNY JESUS
4 minutes later... YEAH YOU GUESSED IT
and you didnt even notice?!?!
you just thought that those sounds were him in like pain ASHShHAS
because you were to preoccupied thinking watching tv
needless to say,,, he was pouty,, for a while
until you attacked again LMAO
Seungmin
ok gimmie a second,,,, i need to think
alright... he likes it BUT he’s shy
you need to give the puppy some time to warm up
do it too fast and he gets scared AHSHASH
so ok lets say that the both of you are doing,, nothing
and you just slowly feel him up and it eventually leads to you jerking him off
you’re not even aware of how good he’s feeling with your hand around his cock
“y-y/n can you stop?”
“stop what- oh”
looking down you notice that he already came, his cum coating the tip and your hand with white thick ropes
NOT THAT HE CAME FAST JUST THAT HE SUFFERED WITH THE SLIGHT OVERSTIMULATION ON HIS OWN
goddamn... seungmin is always so difficult to write for ONLY ME?!?!?
seungmin stans are already knocking on my door SORRY IM TRYING
Jeongin
BLUSHY BOY
I REPEAT; BLUSHY BOY
“w-what are you doing y/n~?” he says while your hand travels down the side of his body while the two of you were chilling in bed. “im bored” you huff out, looking him in those big brown eyes. “we can play videogames!” he says trying to make you get your hand out of his pants but you shake your head. “i wanna play with you instead”
boy would melt
painfully shy (and hard)
because you it all happened so fast??
the two of you were chilling, everything quiet and peaceful and before he knows it you’re jerking him off vigorously
he covers his face with his hands, occasionally sneaking a glance of your pretty face from inbetween his fingers as you give him a handjob
you’d be too focused watching his face as almost falling asleep not noticing the boy squirming around
until you hear
“h-hghnn...”
thats his cumming sounds btw HAHSHAH IF I WASNT CLEAR ENOUGH
jesus i cant write reactions for shit BUT THEY SEEM TO BE REALLY APPRECIATED SO YEAH!
I have 2 more of these coming up oh and also remember that this is legit word vomit SO ITS NOT PROOF READ AND UHM... i’ll try to do the two other ones this week heheh ^^
#straykids smut#stray kids smut#skz smut#skzsmut#kpopsmut#stray kids imagines#straykidssmut#straykids x reader#stray kids x you#stray kids x reader#stray kids x gender neutral reader#bangchan smut#lee know smut#changbin smut#han smut#hyunjin smut#felix smut#seungmin smut#i.n smut#🚬 anon#Cherrymail🍒
478 notes
·
View notes
Note
sapnap x reader where the readers first language is greek and they confess to him in greek without knowing he speaks it too ? i love ur writing btw !! :)
sapnap x reader
first of all, this is such a cute idea and I love it, second of all, I DO NOT KNOW GREEK, so apologize in advance for anything google translate gets wrong
trigger warnings: some swearing, drinking
(y/n/n)- your nickname
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
You’d first seen him from across the quad, whilst searching for a distraction from the boring chattering of your mother on the phone, the dirty blonde man also lost in conversation with the brunette who’d walked beside him.
You continued to watched them on their path through the mess of kids on benches or even the ground, tracing his familiarity to one of your lectures on software design.
What surprised you most, was when he looked over, and smiled at you, he’d caught you in the act of staring at him, and smiled.
You smiled back, not to be impolite, and were pulled back to reality by your mothers voice in your ear, “(y/n), είσαι εκεί? ή έχει πετάξει το κεφάλι σου στα σύννεφα;” (Are you there? Or has your head flown off in the clouds?)
“Είμαι εδώ μαμά.” (I’m here mama) you sighed.
~~
The next time you saw him was at a party some frat house on the other side of campus was throwing.
You hadn’t planned on going, seeing as you barley knew the boys in the frat, and your friends, well, at this college anyway, were nonexistent, but hey, free booze.
So that's how you found yourself, leaning against the living room wall, cup in hand, watching the beer pong game happening in the center of the room.
Taking another sip of your drink you did a mental walk of the room, making mental note of the people you knew, and then there he was again, definitely less than sober, calling dibs on playing the loser of the game.
You watched, amused as the game ended, and he quickly took the place of the loser, taunting the other guy loudly.
Three games (and several beers) later he was still winning, loudly yelling that he could beat anyone at the party.
Unable to help yourself you stepped forward, “I’ll have a go then.”
He looked you up and down proclaiming, “Easy win.”
You smirked, moving up to the table.
The game began, and his confidence quickly wore down, as all your shots either landed, or came very close.
The last few were neck and neck, but soon it was down to three left on your side, and only one left on his.
Desperately, his first shot got one of yours and you quickly chugged it down, still smirking at him.
You raised an eyebrow as he lined up his next shot, and his eyes flicked to yours just long enough to cause him to miss.
You bit back a grin, easily sinking the last shot, “I’ve bested the beast.”
The people who had been spectating cheered, and the brunette who you’d seen with him before started to laugh his ass off, “They fucking got you Nick!”
“Yeah, I’m aware.” He sounded all too sober for someone who should’ve been that drunk.
You chuckled, turning and disappearing into the crowd.
A half hour later you were half way out the door, not bothering to pull on your jacket, the relative amount of dinking you had done still making your cheeks feel warm.
“Wait! Wait!” He- Nick, you reminded yourself, came half stumbling down the road, “I wanted to say good game.”
“That was half an hour ago.” You laughed.
“Still- i- sorry, what is your name?”
“(y/n), I’m in your intro to software design.”
“I’ve never seen you in there before,” He looked confused, “Which group do you sit with?”
“I don’t really have friends.” You shrugged.
Nick frowned, quickly holding out his hand for a shake, “Hi, I’m Nick, I’m your friend now.”
You looked at his outstretched hand confused, “Yeah o-kay. Your drunk, I’m tipsy and if I’m lucky you won’t remember this in the morning. I don’t really do friends here.”
He nodded as if paying attention, but then said, “You have an accent.”
You nodded, “Yup, I’m leaving now.”
~~
You didn’t see him again after that, for nearly three weeks, and you were beginning to think he really had forgotten, that is, until he approached out out side of the lecture hall, “Hey!”
“Yeah?”
“(y/n) right? Your the one who beat me at beer pong. And then walked away when I asked about your accent.”
You rolled your eyes, “You didn’t ask you literally just stated I had an accent.”
“Well I’m not wrong! I meant to ask why- well not why- just, are you an exchange student or?”
You adjusted your laptop bag on your shoulder, “This isn’t high school. We don’t have exchange students.”
“Well, are you studying abroad then?”
“I’m an American. I can’t study abroad in my own country.”
He looked slightly confused, “Sorry- it’s just with your accent I assumed.”
“I wasn’t born here if that helps.” You turned and started away, pulling out your phone as it started to ring, “Ναι μαμά; Έχω μαθήματα σύντομα, τι συμβαίνει;” (Yes mama? I have class soon, what's wrong?)
~~
“Why are you always alone all the time?”
You groaned, looking up from the firewall system assignment you’d been testing on your tablet, to see Nick, “I’m working.”
“And I’m asking a question,” He sat down at the otherwise empty table, “Why are you always alone?”
“I told you, I don’t have friends here.” You ran the breaker code again, seeing if it could illuminate any unseen holes.
“You were at the party, surely you knew someone there, otherwise you wouldn’t have gone.”
“σκατά“ You muttered, a new problem in the chain arising, “It was an open house party, I heard about it from people I know.” (shit)
Nick frowned, “Oh, thats-”
“Sad, tragic, depressing? Yeah I’m aware.” You sighed.
You saved the project, shutting off your tablet and looking around the empty cafeteria, “Isn’t it like, wicked late? Why are you here?”
“Why’re you?” he countered.
“World’s asleep.” You muttered, packing up the rest of your stuff, “Why do you keep making such an effort to talk to me?”
“Cause we’re friends remember? Shook on it.”
“I never shook your hand.” You grumbled, standing up.
~~
“You know that I’m right!” Nick exclaimed.
“Maybe! But I don’t want to admit it!”
Over the course of a few month Nick had crawled, kicked and wormed his way into your life, all but forcing you to become his friend, and surprisingly, you didn’t mind all that much.
Now you were sitting out on the roof of your dorm, looking up at the night sky.
“I swear your fucking nocturnal dude! Like an owl! And I willingly give up my sleep to hang out with you!”
You hesitated, feeling a sudden jolt of a realization, and as suddenly as a lighting strike, you were falling in love.
You fumbled to recover, “Well you’re the one who went out of your way to become my friend.”
“I mean, too be fair I was drunk.”
“But still went out of your way to be my friend once you were sober.” You pointed out.
“Hey, drunk me makes good decisions sometimes.” He laughed, looking over at you.
You let out a sigh, watching the white wisps of your breath drift up in the sky, “That’s the thing I’ve never got over.”
“What? Drunk me making interesting decisions?”
“The cold,” You said simply, “I’ve lived here half my life, but the cold still doesn’t make sense to me.”
He laughed, “This is Texas, it’s not nearly as cold as it gets up north. Snow’s much more common for now, up there.”
“I’ve never seen snow. Mama doesn’t like it much,” You laughed, “The first time I really heard about it it sounded so strange.”
Nick smiled, “Lets go up north during winter break then. I know people up there, we can go do winter tourist things.”
“Winter tourist things?”
“Yeah,” He chuckled, “Go ice skating, look at lights, sleigh rides, all that.”
You laughed, “Winter Tourist things.”
~~
A month and a half had passed, your sudden change in feelings toward your only friend on campus had not.
If anything they had just gotten worse, and now, the thing you still couldn’t wrap your head around, you were tossing your suitcase into the back of his car, about to head on your way to the airport, because yes, the Winter Tourist thing stuck.
“Dude, I’m so excited! This is gonna be epic!”
You nodded, “You know, thinking about it, it actually is possible I’ve seen snow, like when I was little. It just never lasted long.”
Nick scrunched up his nose, “Well it’s too late to duck out now!”
“I never said I was ducking out.” You laughed.
~~
The trip had gone pretty well, the snow in the northeast was certainly different than that of Macedonia, but you didn’t think it was all Nick had said it would be.
Still you had enjoyed wandering around the city looking at Christmas lights, attempting to ice skate, and just enjoying each others company.
It seemed like every minute you spent with Nick, you teetered closer to the edge, knowing that by the end of this trip you’d be head over heels for him, if you weren’t already now.
Now you were quietly sitting on the balcony of your hotel room, hands cradled around the warm cup of hot chocolate you’d made, looking out into the swirling darkness above the city.
“You know your gonna freeze if you stay out here.” Nick moved through the door and sat beside you, draping part of a blanket around your shoulders.
“I know.” You sighed.
He looked at you, concerned, “What’s wrong?”
“Νομίζω ότι ερωτεύομαι,” You murmured, a quiet confession, more so to yourself than to him, “και αυτό με τρομάζει.” (I think I’m falling in love with you... and that terrifies me)
You started to sigh as he looked confused, though only for a moment, because “Τι είναι τόσο τρομακτικό για την αγάπη;” He asked softly. (What’s so scary about love?)
You froze, almost dropping your cup, “ε-ε-ε, εσύ- μιλάς ελληνικά;” (uh- y- uh, you- you speak Greek?)
“λίγο,” He smiled, “Είσαι ερωτευμένος μαζί μου;“ (A bit... you’re in love with me?)
“λίγο.” (A bit), you breathed, trying to ignore the small space between you seemingly shrink.
“Νομίζω ότι είμαι λίγο ερωτευμένος και εσένα.” He chuckled. (I think I'm a bit in love with you too)
Your breath hitched, and your quickly bridged the small gap between you to kiss him, smiling into it a bit as he kissed back.
“How long?” He asked softly when you pulled apart.
“When you first brought up the trip. You said that you were willing to lose sleep to hang out with me,” You chuckled nervously, “You?”
“Second week of school, you were on the phone with someone, and you smiled back at me,” Nick grinned, “I saw you from across the quad and knew.”
622 notes
·
View notes
Text
I underestimated you
this is for @helliontherapscallion ‘s 2k followers event ! (which congrates on that btw, well deserved. your fics are amazing!) and i found it kinda fun to do!
an x reader where tommy and the reader need to get something from the blade, so they ask wilbur to help out
The other fic I did for this event what did you three do
masterlist
-----
(y/n) walked down the prime path, examining the area around them. They turned to Tommy, who was walking with them, constantly writing in his book. “Tommy, hun, what are you doing? I thought you were illiterate.” he nodded his head. “uh uh.” (y/n) stopped walking, staring at the much taller male. “Your gay.” Tommy turned to them. “Thank you.'' Tommy says, turning right back to his book.
“Oh good, you were listening, anyway whatcha doing?'' Tommy furiously wrote, once finished, he put the pen in the middle of the book and slammed it shut. He looks over at (y/n), smiling widely. “You know how we’ve been trying to get that axe back from techno??” (y/n) nodded, remembering the axe they had left at technos and could never get back. “Well,” tommy shoved the book in their face, “i have a plan!” (y/n) looked up at the tall man, slowly. “Oh, god help us all...okay, what's the plan.” They look down, reading tommys horrible handwritten plan. “You can't write to save your life. Anyways, tommy this plans shit.”
Tommy takes back his plan book, angrily. “What do you mean! It's a great plan!” they shook their head. “Tommy, it literally only says ‘go into his house, distract the blade, steal his shit’ yeah yeah, great plan toms.” they say, continuing their way threw the prime path. Tommy chased after them, “hey hey wait! It worked really well when i lived under his house-” “tommy i couldve came up with it myself. Besides, he keeps the axe on his person cause he knows i want it back, and i cant get it when he hibernates cause philza watches over it. This is why i need a plan, a good plan.”
-
The next day, Tommy came over to (y/n)’s house early in the morning to show them his plan.
“Tommy, what the fuck are you doing here this early in the morning!?” Tommy was basically buzzing in excitement. “Ugh, come in come in.” they say, gesturing for Tommy to get into their house. Tommy basically runs into their house, (y/n) closing the door behind them. They walk into the kitchen as Tommy sits down in the living room, still buzzing.
“What are you doing in there!? Come on, come on!!” (y/n) just sighs, grabbing a cup and pouring themself a cup of water. “You woke me up at an ungodly hour of the day, you're gonna have to wait a second bitch.” they say, taking their cup and sipping it as they walk into the living room. They sat across from Tommy in an armchair as Tommy sat on the couch.
“What is it you needed tommy tom?” they say, putting their cup down. “Ew don't call me that. Anyways, I wanted to show you the new plan I've made!” he says, walking over to (y/n)’s arm chair and showing them the book. They take it, reading threw the plan.
“Huh. this could work… do you know if he’s hibernating now?” (y/n) asked, turning to the blonde. He nodded. “Haven't seen him in chat for weeks. Even jumped from a tall height to test it, didn't say a word.” they nodded, smiling. “Well then, call wilbur up. Lets get started!”
-
Later that day, they called up Wilbur to see if he would help them out, fortunately, he agreed.
“So, what am i doing again?'' Wilbur asks, sitting down in (y/n)’s living room. “If philza shows up, you're gonna be there to distract him. Just say you're there to see him and techno to catch up since you've been dead for a while.” (y/n) said, standing next to tommy. Wilbur nodded, thinking. “Should be easy enough on my part. Anything else you need of me?”
Tommy spoke up. “You’re gonna need to fight them if things get rough. (y/n) and I need to get the axe out of the house as fast as possible.” Wilbur stood up. “I did not agree to fight the blade, okay? You're gonna have to pay me if you want me to fight the blood god.” (y/n) sighed at this.
“Fine, you can have a stake of diamonds and 9 netherite, deal?” Tommy gasped. “How do you have that much!?” (y/n) just chuckles. “I go mining constantly ‘cause you're so expensive. Anyways Wilbur, got a deal?”
Wilbur sat back down, thinking about it. “Yeah, we’ve got a deal! Now what are you two gonna do?” (y/n) sat down in their arm chair. “Oh, easy. So what we’re planning is-”
They talked about the plan for a bit, wilbur interjecting to improve upon it. Once done, they set out, gathering what they needed and heading to the tundra to get their axe back.
It took awhile to get there, seeing as though the three of them kept arguing.
“Omg we’re finally here!” tommy says, immediately getting shushed by wilbur and (y/n). (y/n) snakes Tommy's arm lightly. “We’re right outside their houses! Be quite!” they whisper yell, heading towards the front door. “Right right..” tommy whispers, following behind, along with wilbur.
They sneaked inside, heading in from the main and basement doors. Tommy and (y/n) snuck up the ladders, going as quietly as possible. “You see the axe?” (y/n) asks, whispering as low as possible. Tommy shook his head, heading further into technos room to try and find it.
The pigman was sleeping soundly in his big ass bed. The two teens assumed that he wouldn't wake up for a long time.
(y/n) followed after Tommy, slowly walking around the room to try and find the axe. They searched all around the room, searching in his chests and even closet.
Tommy looked at the far end of the room, near the ceiling. He notices the wall being two different colors, as if there's a giant hole in the wall. He climbs up to the ceiling, seeing what was in the whole. He gasps, realizing it's a barrel filled with a ton of valuable stuff, including the axe that they were looking for. He takes it (along with a bunch of the other things inside) and slowly gets down from where he was at. He turned back to (y/n), who was already looking at him.
“Find anything?” Tommy nodded at the younger teen.
“I know i found two rats in my room.'' They quickly turned to see the piglin awake, and fully geared to fight the two of them. Even when he's sleeping he's ready to fight.
“Shit shit shit shit, tommy RUN!!” they booked it to the ladder, making sure to hold onto the axe they had finally gotten back. Techno quickly followed after them, not wanting to let them leave with the axe.
Wilbur notices the commotion, grabbing his sword, putting on his armor, and getting ready to fight the blade.
The teens basically slide down the ladder, heading to the basement to get away as fast as possible. Techno came down after, but Wilbur was there to stop techno from going down further. He had to think fast however, so Wilbur did the first thing he thought of.
Stabbing techno in the ass.
“HEH!? WILBUR WHY??”
“WHAT!? I WAS IN A HURRY!”
“SO YOU STABBED MY ASS???”
“YEAH!?”
Techno jumped off the ladder, standing in front of wilbur. “How much are they paying you?”
“A stack of diamonds and more.” techno nodded, going over to his ender chest. “I'll give you a stack of netherite blocks and stacks of sand if you turn against them.” Wilbur immediately nodded. “Yes yes,fuck those guys! Gimme gimme!” Wilbur takes the sand form techno and starts monching on it.
“Now, where are they heading?” techno asks, giving Wilbur the rest of the stuff that he promised.
“Oh, they're heading to snow chester. Closer than either of their homes.” techno nodded, running out the door with wilbur to go and get technos stuff back.
-
Back with Tommy and (y/n), they had reached where they agreed to go, breathing heavily. (y/n) immediately collapsed to the ground once they reached their hideout. “Oh god i'm tasting but...still got the axe?” Tommy nodded, collapsing next to them.
“I am so glad we agreed to change our hiding spot. I would be so dead if techno decided to chase us.” (y/n) says, grabbing the axe and examining it, happily. “Yeah, I knew not to trust wilbur. The guys insane!” (y/n) gets up, putting the axe with the rest of their treasures. “Well Tommy, I underestimated you. Your plan actually worked out for us.” they said, laying back down next to tommy.
Tommy smiled, basically clinging onto the young teen. “Never underestimate big man tommy danger kraken innit.” (y/n) giggled, clinging onto Tommy as well.
“Wanna just sleep?” they ask. Tommy nodded. Too tired to say anything else. “Alright, goodnight tommy.”
“Goodnight pussy.”
#mcyt x reader#tommyinnit x reader#technoblade x reader#wilbur soot x reader#x reader#dreamsmp x reader#tommyinnit#wilbur soot#technoblade#tommyinnit x you#wilbur soot x you#technoblade x you
149 notes
·
View notes
Note
i have another one! so the mc is really into fantasy fiction with demons and angels, gore, horror and spooky things in general and when they arrive instead of being scared they're like finally i'm in my element and are having fun and are excited because they hate how boring the human realm is. how would the bros (and the side characters if you feel like doing them) react to them? i love your headcanons so much btw!!
&
w/ Horror Fantasy Lover! MC
Warnings: mentions of spooky scary stuffs, CHAPTER 16 SPOILERS
Summary: How the Obey Me! Characters react to finding out MC has a particular interest in horror fantasy and feels more comfortable in the Devildom then they do in the human world aka where they aren’t surrounded by apex predators that want to eat their soul
- After explaining the entire situation to the clueless human who stood in the student council room he could see a sort of sparkle in their eye and they smiled widely before shouting “FINALLY! MY TIME HAS COME HAHAH!”
- His first thought is “oh they won’t last a day”.
- He gets a headache when he realizes he put them with Mammon of all people.
- He is glad that MC has an interest in such things seeing as they will be living among the strongest demons for the next year
- I feel like Lucifer loves horror fantasy novels, so if he and MC have read any similar ones they are sure to discuss and recommend to each other
- Lucifer enjoy when they come in to talk to him about things they saw that they had hear about before arriving at the Devildom because its cute to see the human so excited
- Overall finds it adorable how enthusiastic MC is about the subject
- But is also worried because they feel so comfortable around demons who can and will eat them
- BUT also glad you aren’t afraid of the demons because they can smell fear and it is overwhelming and easy to lose control when they smell it
- When MC wants to see his natural form ( bc I just know hey don’t stop at those half-human half-demon forms Solmare shows us) he worries he may scare them off, but shows them regardless and is relieved when their excited smile doesn’t falter
- When he is first showing MC around the Devildom he considers just thowing the human over his shoulder because they wont stop running towards dangerous stuff to observe it
- Like oh my Diavolo, does this human have a death wish why would they WANT to drink the potions that can and will kill them in a matter of seconds
- If his hair wasn’t already white he’d be getting white hairs from stress, like WHAT KIND OF EXCUSE IS “I’ve never drank a potion but I’ve always heard about them”?! PLEASE GIVE HIM A BREAK
- Mammon isn’t big on horror stuff so he hates when MC brings it up
- If he sees horror fantasy related stuff for sale or being bet in a gamble you can bet your ass he’s bringing it home for MC no matter what
- Sometimes when they walk around the Devildom, MC will point out creatures they’d only heard of in their stories and he loves the way their eyes light up as everything they’d read about for so long came to life
- Tolerates the subject to make MC happy, even if he can’t sleep at night because of it.
- A bit worried about the fact he has to babysit the human who is way too casual around violent predators that want to eat them
- If MC asks to see his natural form he gets flustered for a second, but then gets cocky and goes off about how “oF cOuRsE tHe HuMaN WaNtS tO sEe ThE GREAT MaMmOn iN aLL HiS GloRy”
- When MC walks into the House of Lamentation with Mammon and he introduces himself as Leviathan... their eyes light up
- They question him about all sorts of things they’d heard in old stories and if he could really turn into a giant sea monster
- After a while of knowing MC he finally promises that when they go to the beach next he will show them his natural form
- He summons Lotan when he’s mad at Mammon and when he turns to Lotan to command him to attack the avatar of greed he sees Lotan is preoccupied with the human who was giving him belly rubs and talking to the giant sea monster in a baby voice
- He like horror fantasy animes so he is 100% willing to discuss them with MC
- Whenever a new horror fantasy game or show comes out you won’t see MC and Levi for days because they’ll be holed up in his room on a mission to complete the anime or game
- He and MC like to cosplay as horror fantasy characters together as well just for fun
- Whenever he sees them look at a creature that may be normal around the Devildom but is very dangerous to interact with as a human he is immediately noping the heck out of there, dragging them away despite their cries of wanting to see the “little cute fluffy animal :(”
- When they show up and their eyes light up at the explanation that they’d been summoned to hell, he can’t help but laugh because he already knows this human is gonna be a trouble maker and cause a lot of problems for his dad Lucifer :^)
- One of his favorite genres of movies and books by far
- Loves to watch MC grow curious and fascinated by all the things in the Devildom that they never thought would be real
- He takes MC to see creatures at the Devildom zoo that you would NEVER see in the human world
- He could spend hours talking about the topic with MC and sometimes one of the brothers will walk in on them talking about scary fantasy stuff and just slowly back out bc they get SO INTO IT
- Is glad to help them learn more about creatures that reside in the Devildom
- By that I mean he hovers behind MC menacingly in demon form whenever a demon agrees to let the human examine and study them
- If MC wants to see his completely natural form he gets a bit blushy and a bit nervous as his form is the embodiment of wrath and meant to strike fear within humans
- After he finally transforms and they start to examine him enthusiastically without a shred of fear he thinks to himself “oh that’s right this is MC, my idiot human = who could crawl inside a demons mouth and still be unsettlingly happy”
- Nope nope nope
- He doesn’t like scary stuff unless he’s allowed to cling onto a cute person for comfort
- Really likes the look of excitement in MC’s eyes though as they see creatures they never thought they’d get to see because they get a sort of glimmer that just makes him go so soft for the human
- Glad they feel comfortable around demons because it means they will be more willing to come clubbing with him
- But is still sure to hover around them while they enthusiastically examine and question demons around them
- Makes flirty comments about wanting MC to examine his natural assets (aka his naked demon dick is what he wants to show them)
- In all seriousness he is very proud of his natural form and is very willing to let MC study him
- Still worried that MC is gonna get hurt by one of his brothers or another demon if MC asks to see their natural forms because he knows how easy it is to go feral and lose all reason in such forms
- He finds it cute how interested MC is in everything around the Devildom
- Very concerned about the easy going attitude around his brothers and every single being in the Devildom
- MC sometimes comes very close to eating foods that will make a human sick because they want to understand demons better and want to live just like one
- Sometimes forgets MC is only human because they just fit in so well with all the demons
- Shocked to learn how boring the human world has become as he always remembered it being exciting whenever Mammon would bring him, Belphie and Lilith down
- He’s a bit shy about his demon form because he knows a lot of humans are afraid of bugs
- But when MC so delicately yet enthusiastically examines his natural form he almost cries
- So soft for this human but so SO worried
- tries to warn them to be more cautious outside of the House of Lamentation, but knows that they aren’t gonna be because they get carried away with learning demon life
- When MC first came through the attic wall and was able to see him they made eye contact and were both like o.O
- Then MC’s face lit up as they started to talk about how cool magic was that it could hide a whole entire person and floor of a house and he is just confused, but he knows he can easily manipulate them due to their enthusiasm towards this type of stuff
- Was shocked they weren’t even afraid of Lucifer and were actually excited to see his demon form up close if they got caught
- While he is still covered in their blood and stuff after getting out and stuff the future MC comes downstairs and is just like OMG YOU KILLED ME SO EASILY
- MC gets dangerously close to him again asking questions about his claws and tail and powers etc.
- After that whole ~ordeal~ he grows protective over MC seeing how they trusted him so easily due to their enthusiasm because he knows there are people out there who still want to hurt the human
- He is surprised by the description Mc gives of the human world as he remembers it being so interesting, but he guesses that since it has been very long since he last went but is still sad to hear it’s less interesting’
- Can act like a brat whenever MC puts themselves in danger due to their curiosity
- If they ask to see his natural form he is a bit shy because he worried they might get scared by him seeing as how he killed them in only half demon form so how were they going to handle his whole entire self
- Seeing their eyes light up at his explanation as to where they were made his heart leap with joy
- He knew this year would go smoothly with such an enthusiastic human!
- He was wrong.
- It feels like every five seconds he will be getting a call from Lucifer about MC almost dying from getting too close to demons and other Devildom native creatures.
- Worried about the poor human but doesn’t want to ruin their fun so he scolds them very lightly and assigns familiars to protect them 24/7
- If MC wants to talk to him about any other creatures, rather than going to find them by themselves, he is glad to educate them on any false stories they’d heard
- When MC asks to see his final form he laughs it off at the time, afraid of hurting or frightening them
- But if MC insists enough he will show them and is rather shocked when they enthusiastically poke and prod at him while asking a bunch of questions.
- He knew MC would be like this as he was one of the main people to prepare for MC’s arrival
- He’d prepared a bunch of horror fantasy novels for the brothers to put in the human’s room
- Was a fan of reading those books as well, but mostly because he liked to see how the humans interpreted the existence of such creatures
- When Diavolo starts getting stressed about MC’s constant questioning to random demons who try to hurt them, Barbatos decides to entertain MC for a bit and offer them a crash course on demon foods so they could better understand the diets of the creatures around them
- Worries a bit for their safety as he knows Mammon isn’t the most reliable, but still decides to trust him for the sake of his own sanity
- If MC wants to see his natural form he hesitates for like a second before transforming
- Finds it cute how the human examines the big scary demon with so much enthusiasm
- As a fellow human he can understand the dissatisfaction with the human world and it’s lack of interesting events
- But he also worries because he is comfortable going up to demons casually because he knows how to use magic and demon pacts, but MC goes up to demons casually with no way to protect themselves
- He finds it a bit funny to watch the demon brothers freak out over MC talking to other demons and putting themselves in danger
- Teaches MC all the ways to safely interact with creatures in the Devildom by using spells to protect themselves
- Forces some of his 72 demons to let MC study them and learn more about them
- Finds their enthusiasm cute but concerning
- He gets very protective every time they go to the Devildom, y’know since MC has a habit of literally chasing demons down to ask questions about their demon forms, powers and other creatures they see
- He is a bit worried when he learns about the humans intense fascination with creatures such as himself and the demons that they are now surrounded by
- Is as protective over them as he normally is with Luke
- Like the way Luke chases demons to insult them while MC chases them to ask questions and study them makes him consider getting a leash
- If MC wants to see his complete angel form he is more than happy to show them since he is meant to bring comfort to humans as an angel
- Still finds them absolutely adorable when their eyes light up as they see things they never thought they’d get to witness irl
- Tries to teach them more about those creatures they want to examine without the danger of being attacked by demons and such
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me swd#obey me headcanons#om! headcanons#obey me headcannon#om! headcannon#obey me headcannons#obey me crack#obey me crack hc#obey me fluff#obey me fluff hc#om! lucifer#om! mammon#om! leviathan#om! satan#om! asmodeus#om! beelzebub#om! belphegor#om! swd#om! diavolo#om! barbatos#om! solomon#om! simeon
525 notes
·
View notes
Note
hello friend! id like something angsty today, darkiplier and GN-DA related. you can go bonkers with this one the only thing i ask of you is to use this quote: (its not mine btw, its by @buff-borf-bork (i apologize for the ping i just wanted to make sure to give you credit)
Da/yn: Why would I ever help you? Pushing me out for some revenge fantasy, fine. But you just left me there, you didn't even have the decency to finish me off!
just go overboard with the angst i beg u
You have come to the right place my friend, and I present to you, some angst.
Dark’s dress shoes clicking against the tiled floors were the only sound he could hear besides his own heartbeat. They were steady and sure, exactly as the demon made sure to present himself even in his own home. He was a man who knew exactly what he wanted, but there were times when his confidence was a facade.
Times such as the present, as he walked to a nearly empty room within his manor. It was practically untouched, but for a single object within. Most wouldn’t understand the significance of it after all, or why he always kept it locked. Only those who knew him well would be able to notice the tightness of his lips, the stiffness in his posture, or the way that his normally lively aura was way too still.
“You’re tense.” The voice came soon as he opened the door and stepped inside the room, distorted and low. Dark took a breath and faced the ornate mirror hanging on one wall, to which he gave a wry smile even as the voice continued. “But then, you always are when you come to see me. It’s been a while, Dark. Why are you here?” Dark could see their outline from where he stood, a shadow within the reflection of the room which he knew wouldn’t be there if he turned around.
“...As you said, it’s been some time,” Dark said in that steady, careful tone of his. “A visit was due. I wanted-”
“Don’t give me your bullshit, Dark. I can see through you better than any. After all, it is my body you’ve decided to take residence in. Why are you here?” The DA’s voice, despite its distortion, was unmistakably cold. Dark pursed his lips in response, but nodded.
“Of course. It was not a lie, DA, I do mean to come more often. But I thought to come to you now because I’ve run into something of a snag in my endeavors. I’m- unsure, admittedly, of how to proceed.” Dark was careful to keep his tone level. It wasn’t often that the demon found himself unsure, and he asked for guidance even less. There were few he could trust enough to do so- few who wouldn't exploit a demon's weakness and hesitance.
“...You want my help,” The DA said. It wasn't a question- it was matter of fact, and a hint of amusement laced their voice. Then they laughed, taking the time to move to the front of the mirror as they did. Dark didn’t move as they got closer and rested a hand against the glass, his expression unchanging. “Why would I ever help you?” The DA’s voice shifted as the next words came, their anger clear in the tone. “Pushing me out for some revenge fantasy, fine. But you just left me there, you didn't even have the decency to finish me off!” Their hand withdrew from the glass as they spoke, only for their fist to slam against it on that last word. They take a breath though, removing their fist from undamaged glass and folding their hands behind their back. The undeniable coldness returned to their tone with their next words. “...You left me here, Dark. I think I’d like to watch you suffer the same as I have. Figure it out yourself.”
Meanwhile, Dark stood entirely unflinching, silent through the DA’s outburst. When they were done he only nodded, unable to keep his aura from flicking. He looked away as the DA stepped back and fell into silence, unspeaking for a long moment himself. However, it wasn’t long before he looked up again with darkened eyes and allowed his own bitterness to show through that oh so careful stoicism.
“You know I did not intend for any of this. You know that I was guided by the Entity same as him, that I was driven to leave you trapped in there because of it. If I knew a way to release you from there I would, but it was the Entity’s power that put you there, not mine. As is, I can do nothing.”
That was met by a likewise bitter laugh from the DA. “You always were so insistent that none of this was your fault. ...You remind me of William. ...Wilford now, I suppose. I hear he’s been fucking with reality the same way that you can.” Dark watched as they pretended to think, tilting their head. “I wonder, powerful as the two of you are, why you have been unable to free me. I wonder how much of it is your inability to do so, and how much is your unwillingness.” Their voice was venomous by then, and it was clear their musing was nothing short of accusatory. “Leave, Dark.”
Dark’s lip curled at their words, and his aura flared briefly. He thought to argue, to try to convince them- ...But it was a conversation they'd had many times, and still they were no closer to believing him. So he gave the District Attorney no more hint of his feelings, instead reaching up and tugging down the sheet that normally covered the mirror, his movements even stiffer than when he first arrived in the room. “As you wish.” Then he turned on his heel and swept out of the room, allowing the door to shut and lock behind him.
#darkiplier#the da#wkm#who killed markiplier#fanfiction#em writes#writing#request#ask#angst#possumsshack
40 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
johnjohn955
Untitled
mila-ashor
♡ 🪐
bras4me
bras4me
mieramsteinner
_(:ι」∠)_
apriwoosh
˳∘. In the ThrifTea .˳·