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“heatwaves”

pairing: alpha!gojo x omega!fem!reader summary: when a work trip takes you to japan, the last thing you expect is a heatwave... and some guy with blue eyes? content: MDNI (18+ only), nsfw, a/b/o dynamics, no established relationship, dubcon (i feel like it’s always kinda dubcon with a/b/o), p->v, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding, biting, blood, marking, spit, praise, swearing, pet names (baby/sweetheart/princess), brief mention/implication of pregnancy, knotting, reader gets picked up, reader is american, reader is unaware of their omega status, reader experiences their first heat, reader and satoru “bond” without having a fully conscious conversation, reader and satoru are early twenties. a/n: it's here! somebody spay me. by popular demand i have written alpha!gojo for you all… just a classic reader goes into an accidental heat at work and (x) character happens to be the nearest alpha LMAO. this is entirely uncreative, but i love it for that!!! straight smut with a little plot if you squint hard enough! i hope it lives up to your expectations. find my alpha!geto fic here and find the list of my 1k event fics here. enjoy and remember, ALL AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED! credits: dividers by @cafekitsune. wc: 5k

Nobody ever told you that Japan was so damn hot.

Hot was not what came to mind when you’d heard you’d be taking a trip to Tokyo. Temples? Sure. Mt. Fuji? Great. Hot? No fucking way.

But, here you were, boiling away under the sun on what you’d thought would be a fun little work trip. Instead, you were just suffering with every step, trying to listen to what Principal Yaga was saying and failing miserably.

“These are the sparring courts. No students right now, but they’ll start training within the hour.”

You rub at the back of your neck, cringing when your palm comes away coated with a thin layer of sweat. Gross.

You lift your eyes to the sky, wondering how much longer this was going to take. Your little trip to Japan was to organize an exchange program with Jujutsu Tech. Your students had been begging to take a trip to Tokyo, to where their cursed energy would be closer to the source and, consequently, stronger. You had to admit, it was a good idea. A few months spent training here in Japan would do them good. From the moment you’d set foot on Japanese soil, your power had thrummed faster in your veins than ever before.

Principal Yaga was giving you a tour of the grounds and had sealed your horrible fate when he’d decided to start outside. You barely heard a word the man said. New York was never this hot…

“Are you alright?” You blink, fanning your face as best you can. It provides no relief. God, it felt like the heat was penetrating your fucking bones…

When your eyes slide to Principal Yaga, you’re surprised to see that he looks genuinely concerned. “Y-yeah.” You blink again, shocked by your own stutter. Maybe you were coming down with something? “I’m fine, just not used to this kind of heat, I guess.” You fan your face again and clench your jaw when it still does nothing.

Yaga’s brows furrow and you see him glance around, like he’ll find said heat standing next to him. How was he wearing so many layers?

“How about we head inside and take a break, then? We can continue the tour… later.” You nearly fall to the ground and kiss his feet. Air conditioning is truly God's gift to man…

You smile and it’s all genuine. “That would be amazing. Thank you.”

Yaga nods, but you think his eyes linger on you for just a beat too long before he turns. He still looks confused… or maybe flustered? That only leaves you confused.

You follow after him, each step feeling like you’re sinking deep into cement. You tug at the collar of your shirt, trying to get some ventilation. When you finally reach the building you nearly sigh with relief. Air conditioning… that’ll be good. Just what you need. A few minutes inside and you’ll be good to go. You’ll just have to remember not to wear so many damn layers again when you continue the tour.

You’re smiling as you step inside, so ready for relief that you’re practically shaking– but relief never comes. Your brows furrow. You brush your arm through the air. It… doesn’t help. It’s strange– you can feel the coolness of the air conditioning, feel it gliding up and across your skin, but the heat doesn’t subside, doesn’t so much as lessen.

“I trust you know how to find anything you might–” Yaga clears his throat. “Need?”

Your brows furrow. He’d shown you all the school’s resources last night and your room was already stocked with food, toiletries, and every other thing you could possibly need. Of course you knew where everything was…

“Yes… Thank you.”

Yaga shifts so uncomfortably you think that maybe he’s about to pee his pants. “Right, well, you have my contact information. Let me know if I can be of assistance in connecting you to any… resources.”

You’re more confused now than you were at the start of this conversation. “Right…”

“Take care.”

Yaga shoots you one last– worried?- glance and stalks down the hall. You’re left wondering what the hell is happening in his mind and why he seemed so desperate to offer you resources?

You blink, clearing your mind as best you can, but some sort of fog seems to be settling over your consciousness. Definitely coming down with something, you think.

You make your way through the halls, steps still feeling suspiciously heavy and heat still radiating off your body. A cold shower. That’ll help. Or so you thought. The further you walk, the more each hallway starts to look like the next. Was it left or right next? Was this hallway always a dead end? Since when was there a bathroom there?

You’re leaning against the wall now, panting. Something is pooling in your gut, something warm and far too intense. Your inner thighs are wet, too. You want to convince yourself it’s sweat, but… you’re horny. More horny than you’ve ever been in your whole damn life. You think you might die if you don’t get some dick in the next ten minutes. What the fuck?

You slide yourself into the next room you see: an empty classroom. Thank fucking god. You grab the back of a chair, hands shaking with how hard you’re gripping the wood. You take a deep breath. You need to get a hold of yourself, need to figure out what the fuck is happening to you.

You swallow and try your best to think. It’s not without difficulty. Your head feels like somebody’s filled it with glue. It takes a minute for a coherent thought to come through, but when it does, you think it’s a good one. Doctor.

Yes– you don’t feel well, so obviously a doctor is the correct choice, right? You scramble for your phone in your back pocket but freeze when the brush of your own hand against your ass sends a jolt up your spine. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Carefully, you extract your phone from your pocket, but it’s too difficult to even remember your fucking passcode. You press your thighs together, trying to relieve some of the overwhelming ache that’s forming between your legs. Something is definitely wrong.

You fumble with your phone, but your hands are shaking so hard it just tumbles to the floor.

“Fuck,” you breathe. “Fuck, fuck, fuck?”

“Yo, who’s baking cookies in here without me?”

Your head snaps up and, with some difficulty, your eyes settle on a… man. You suck in a breath. He’s… dazzling. He’s wearing all black, but it’s not a student uniform. One of the teachers that you’ve yet to meet, then. White hair and pale skin contrasts against his clothes, but his eyes are covered by a pair of sunglasses set low on his nose. Even in your delirious state you still have the wherewithal to wonder who the fuck wears sunglasses inside.

You get a quick look at him before a wave of intense- fuck, desire?- washes over you. You tremble again and shock yourself when a whimper tumbles from your lips.

“Oh, shit,” you hear him say. You glance at him from the corner of your eye and watch him inhale again– deeply. His lips part. “Oh, shit.”

You clench your jaw and tighten your grip on your chair. Your legs are shaking now– you can barely stand. You squeak pitifully.

The second the sound leaves your throat you hear footsteps– rapid, hurried, concerned, ones. Warm hands clasp your waist and you cry out at the touch, electricity sparking on your skin.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” He turns you gently to face him, hands steadying your swaying body. “Who the fuck left you alone in here?” His hand is rubbing soothing circles on your lower back now and you think you’ve never felt something so good in your life. It’s so good that you almost miss what he said. Almost.

“W-What?” You see his brows furrow as you peek up at him. At this angle you can see under his sunglasses. His eyes are blue. Really fucking blue. You think he might be the most attractive man you’ve ever seen, even with the expression of… anger?- that he’s currently wearing.

“Whoever he is, I'll kill him.”

That makes you blink. An extra sliver of clarity opens in your brain. “What are you talking about?”

He tugs you a little closer, wrapping an arm fully around your waist and pressing you up against him. You try to ignore the fact that you love it, that you want nothing more than to wrap yourself around him and climb him like a fucking tree.

“What idiot leaves an omega going into heat?” He’s glaring at the doorway like he’s torn between staying here with you and running after said idiot to pommel him into the ground.

“‘M not an omega.” The words are out before you’ve even stopped to consider them. It’s true. You’re not an omega. You’re a beta. You’ve always been a beta. You’ve got the little “B” on your ID card to prove it. You were tested at birth, just like everyone else, and even if you really were an omega you would have presented years ago.

He only glances down at you and snorts. “Funny, sweetheart.” His hand is still rubbing those little circles into your back and it’s enough to make that fogginess in your mind grow a little thicker.

But your fear, your uncertainty outways your instinct. You pound a weak fist against his chest, not to push him away, but to get his attention. He’s still glaring at the doorway like he wants to murder it.

“‘M serious,” you gasp. “I’m a beta… I don’... know whas’ happenin’… to me.” Each word is a tremendous effort to form. Your tongue seems to have lost its ability to do anything but hang limply.

That gets his attention. He lifts a hand, gently brushing your hair back from your eyes and then cupping your jaw. “Is this your first heat?”

You find yourself leaning into his touch despite the fact that you’ve only known him for thirty seconds. Your eyelids flutter. “N-Not a heat… jus’ feel… sick.”

His brows furrow again, deeper this time, and he shakes his head. “How old are you?”

You know why he asks. Most omegas present around eighteen or nineteen. “Older than… nineteen…” You try to laugh, but it only comes out as a whimper.

That answer only serves to make him push closer. You feel his hand trailing down your neck, skimming gently over the skin until he reaches a spot you hadn't even realized was so… sore. You keen at the touch. Fuck, no. There was no way. You had swollen fucking scent glands.

You try to push away, but he pulls you in, burying his face in your neck. You shudder when he groans. “You smell like a damn bakery exploded,” he chuckles, and the sound is muffled by your skin. When he pulls away he makes it look like the action is physically painful. He cups your face again. “Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but you’re an omega. If this is your first heat then…” he swallows and your eyes track the bob of his throat. “You’re just a late bloomer, baby.”

You shake your head desperately. It’s just the stupid heatwave. It’s just… hot outside… right?

You try to think about how this could be possible. It could be that the test you took as a baby was wrong… it happened sometimes. It was rare, but it happened. But if you were an omega, what would have triggered your presentation now? What had changed?

Your eyes widen. Japan. You’d set foot in fucking Japan. Ever since you’d gotten here, you’d felt power pulsing in your veins. Maybe it hadn’t been just power…

“N-no–”

A gentle thumb smooths over your cheek and you meet his eyes again. You shiver when you see a whole lot more black than blue. “You have no alpha?”

You whimper, leaning into him. Touch me, touch me, touch me, a part of you begs. You shake your head again and a tear slides down your cheek. “No,” you whisper.

Strong arms slide beneath your knees and you squeak when you’re suddenly suspended in the air. When you glance up he’s grinning triumphantly. “You have one now,” is all he says before he’s carrying you out of the classroom and twisting through the halls.

Warmth rushes over you at the sensation of being held, and something begs you to give into it, to give into the heat still washing over you, to the throbbing between your legs. You fight it and fight it hard.

“Where’re we going?” you ask, but your voice is sounding more and more like a whisper.

His eyes stay focused ahead, even as he presses a comforting kiss to the crown of your head. “Your room, sweetheart.”

Your brows scrunch. “How d’ you know where–”

“‘M following your scent, baby.”

He can do that? You bury your face in his neck, embarrassed, only to be hit by a different scent so delicious your mouth starts watering. You groan. Loudly. There’s a scent pouring from his neck that’s filling your head with memories of spices you can’t name, but suddenly know you love.

You think you hear him chuckle and then feel a gentle hand on the back of your neck, encouraging you. You snuggle deeper into him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and burying your fingers in his hair. Taste him, taste him, taste him your mind chants. It’s too good an offer to deny. You lick a stripe across his skin.

Your groans are instant. He’s squeezing you closer, leaning into your touch, and you’re pulling him closer. Your fingers curl into his jacket, tugging and tugging. You lick again and now he’s the one groaning.

“Damn, that feels good,” He sounds as surprised by that fact as you feel. The swaying of his steps comes to a sudden halt. You whine, missing the rocking of his body. “Think we’re here, princess. This it?” His hand is smoothing over your hair, slowly coaxing you away from the curve of his neck. You blink, not wanting to leave the paradise of his scent, but also feeling some overwhelming urge to please him.

Your eyes settle on a door and you recognize a little chip in the wood. You nod. “Mhm.”

You gasp when his hand grips your hip, wriggling through your pocket until he pulls out a little brass key.

“Perfect,” he says, and his voice sounds like he’s all too pleased with himself. He shimmies your key in the knob until the lock clicks and then you’re inside. The door slams shut loud enough to make you jump and squeak.

“Oops, sorry, baby. Guess I’m a little excited, heh.” His hand squeezes your hip soothingly and you mewl at the wave of heat that pulses through you. Your clit throbs almost painfully and you feel something gush onto your thighs. You whimper.

He inhales. “Oh, shit,” he breathes, and then you’re moving again. He navigates your room like he knows it. He probably does. From what you can tell, most of the rooms at Jujutsu Tech follow a standard layout. He weaves down a hall to the left and then into your bedroom on the right.

He lays you on the bed gently, tenderly, like he’s afraid you might break if he drops you so much as an inch. “There we go,” he breathes. You can’t deny that it feels good, that it feels right, to be lying on the softness of your mattress, but it’s not enough.

You claw at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and pulling him close. You want something from him, need something, but you can’t name what. You just know that the heat boiling beneath your skin can only be sated by him, that the throbbing between your legs can only be calmed by him. “P-Please,” you whimper. Tears well in your eyes. You need him so bad it physically hurts.

The smile he gives you is soft and genuine and it takes your breath away. He dips his head and you think you see him slide those sunglasses down his nose and toss them to the side. You don’t pay too close attention, though, because he’s kissing your neck again and your body is screaming with sensation.

“Aw, I know, baby. Don’ worry. ‘M gonna take care of you now. Jus’ relax.”

His words spark something in you– your last bit of consciousness. A brief moment of clarity shines through the fog of your mind and you remember what the hell is happening, what the hell you’re doing. You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head desperately. No, no, no, this is not happening to you. There’s no way.

“Hey, now. None a’ that.” Fingers clasp your chin, holding you still. When you peek your eyes open, you see that he has in fact removed his sunglasses and that his eyes are more black pupil than dazzling blue. His jaw is clenched and his breathing is heavy. “Don’t try t’ fight it. Jus’ try to enjoy it…” His head dips and suddenly he’s nipping at your scent gland again.

You thrash and scream, but not in fear or pain. You’ve never felt something so good in your life. Every graze of his teeth feels like heaven. Your skin zings with electricity, sending pulses of pure need straight between your thighs.

You grab at him, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging him closer. Your chest is heaving when you speak. “Please, p-please-”

“Shhh…” You think you hear your shirt tearing, but you’re too focused on pulling him closer to care. His tongue licks a stripe up your throat and your eyes roll back.

You’re sure your shirt is off now. You can feel the cool air, but it does nothing to ease the heat raging inside you, pulsing and pumping through your veins.You feel him tugging at your pants, too, and you try to raise your hips. He only shushes you again. “Jus’ relax. Let me do the work, baby.”

Your pants are gone in seconds, even without your assistance. So is your bra and then your panties. He tries pulling away to undress himself, but you mewl and his eyes blow even blacker before he’s back over you again. He settles for popping the buttons straight off his shirt and shimmying out of his pants.

The sight of his bare skin makes you whimper and then you’re clawing at him again, dragging your fingers across his shoulders, over his chest, down his abs. It’s a greedy touch and one that he returns. His palms move along your body, kneading and squeezing at any flesh he can grab. It feels so good that you think you might pass out– but it’s still not enough. Something is still missing. You feel… empty.

His fingers trace across your stomach and it’s too late to realize what’s happening before he’s circling your clit. You jerk and jolt at the touch, but he presses his chest to yours, pinning you. The throbbing only worsens when his fingers settle into a rhythm.

Tears leak down your cheeks. It’s too overwhelming. You’re burning– burning from the inside out. The pulsing between your thighs is all-consuming with its intensity, with its-

“Need! N-Need–” you’re crying out, but you don’t even know what to ask for– don’t even know what you need.

“God, Fuck, I know, princess,” he groans. He licks a long stripe up your neck. “But ‘s your first heat. Gotta–” he has to pause to swallow. He’s panting, now, just as lost as you are, and you get the sense that he’s restraining himself. “Gotta get you ready… go slow.”

You shake your head. Now, now, now is all you can think. You need him now. “No… please…” You bury your head in his neck and find that spot that’s pouring his spicy scent into the air. Your mouth waters and you lick him, letting your teeth graze his skin.

“Fuck!” He shivers atop you and you feel the pure strength restrained within his muscles. “Fuck- okay. Okay. Relax f’ me, princess.”

You try, you really do, but your body refuses to do anything but try to pull him closer. You feel his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs, pressing them up, up, up until they’re pressed tightly to your chest and your feet are dangling on his shoulders. The position makes you whine, feeling more exposed than you ever have before.

“You on birth control, baby?”

Your brows furrow. It’s becoming harder and harder to focus on what he’s saying rather than simply the sound of his voice. Were you? You try to think, try to remember through the pit of glue that is your brain. No…

You shake your head. “N-No…”

There’s a slight pause, a beat of contemplation, and then he’s laughing. “Guess I’m bouta be a daddy then, heh.” He chuckles again and the sound rings through you with a wave of pure bliss. His lips brush your neck again, settling on your pulse and making you whine. “Don’t really mind as long as I get you.” Your head rolls back submissively, exposing your throat. Yes, yes, yes, your mind screams. There’s nothing you want more than that, you think.“Okay, here we go, baby.”

There’s hardly any more warning. One second you feel him shifting between your thighs and the next he’s pressing inside of you, feeding his cock in inch by inch. The stretch is… delicious. It burns, fuels that fire inside you, but it makes the heat feel more… pleasurable. Your back arches and your head rolls back submissively.

“Oh, fuck, princess.” His voice has gotten higher, more like a whine than anything else. When you gaze up at him you can see the flush in his cheeks, even through the fog in your mind. More, more, more your mind screams. Or maybe you say it aloud, because more is exactly what he gives you. The second you feel him tucked up against your cervix the second he begins to take you. He sets a pace that is somehow both brutal and gentle, with strokes that rattle your skull and also give you exactly what you need. His hands grip your hips, holding you still to take exactly what he wants to give. His head dips until he has his lips wrapped around your nipple, and his tongue is swirling so deliciously that you can’t help but drag your nails down his back.

Your body rocks with every thrust, teeth rattling and eyes rolling. The heat inside you grows… tighter, like it’s all pooling to your core, waiting for something you still can’t quite name.

“N-need…” You don’t know what you need, still. Only that you want to beg for it so badly it hurts.

His tongue slides away from your nipple, tracing a line up between the valley of your breasts, over your collarbone, before he finally settles on your pulse once again. The nick of his teeth makes something click in your mind. This is what you need. Bite me, bite me, bite. Claim me, claim me, claim me.

“Yes,” you breathe. Your fingers dig into his scalp, pulling him closer, coaxing his teeth to sink in, to stake their claim. “Oh God, yes. Please.” You sound delirious, you think, but then so does he when he answers.

“Not yet, princess. Not yet.” His tongue darts out to lick across your neck again and you can only sob. Why not yet? Now, now, now…

Tightness coils in your muscles, the throb at your core reaching a breaking point. You feel something coming, something like an orgasm but yet also not. You know that when whatever is pooling inside you releases, you will shatter, and you’re not sure you’ll ever be put back together.

Your nails claw across his back hard enough to draw blood and the action forces out some sort of low grumble from his chest that makes you whimper and melt into the mattress. The tip of his nose draws a line up your throat. “Keep doin’ that, baby. Mark me up.”

You don’t dare deny him. You scratch at his skin, desperately trying to pull him closer. His thrusts grow faster and your thighs begin to tremble and shake on his shoulders, overwhelmed with the intensity of all you’re feeling. You pull at him, grab at him, thread your fingers through his hair.

Your body jolts with each thrust and you’re sure you’re going to burst any moment. But you can’t. Not yet. You still need something, something he hasn’t given you yet. He groans and the sound is so delicious that you feel it sliding over your skin and settling in your bones.

“M’ gonna knot you now, princess,” he breathes. “Gonna make you feel so good. Gonna take care ‘ve you.”

You whimper at his words. You hope they’re true. You don’t think you can take much more of the incessant gnawing of need in your gut.

“Please…” your voice is hardly more than a whisper. His breath is hot as it shakes against your neck. He’s licking and nipping at you ravenously, like he needs you just as badly, like he wants to claim you as badly as you want to be claimed.

His thrusts quicken even further and your jaw falls open, neck arching. You don’t think you can hold on much longer. Apparently, neither can he.

You feel it the moment he starts to swell inside you. It’s perfect, you think. It can’t get better than this– but then it does.

His teeth graze your throat again, this time a little harsher and with a little more intent. “Mine,” he whispers. The second he bites you everything goes blurry.

You’re experiencing… heaven. There is a rush of that electricity that buzzes under your skin. It bursts forth and you feel it reaching out, forming a link between the two of you that you know is now impenetrable. It pulses and burns and you can feel him, feel his pleasure, his desire, his need for you and only you– his need to make you his. You think your souls must be blending, merging, with how deep the connection runs. You think you know him, know everything you could possibly ever need to. You know he’s the one. You know he’s yours.

It’s perfect, the way it fulfills every desire you’ve ever had, the way he notches inside your cunt like that’s where he was made to be, the way his teeth clamp around your throat and bond you together forever.

You scream for him, you think, but you can’t tell through the complete and total haze of pleasure. Your walls spasm around him, milking him for every last drop, and you feel the heat of his cum coating your cervix. The heat at your center finally releases, bursting and flooding through you in a way that feels like pure bliss has been injected into your veins. Your thighs quake and tremble with the pure intensity of it all and white spots dot your vision.

His body is tense above you, shivering with the magnitude of what’s just happened. He’s groaning into your neck, your flesh still clamped between his teeth like he never wants to let go. You’re not sure you ever want him to.

Your breaths shake in and out, lungs heaving as you finally come down. His knot is still settled deep inside you and with the few strings of consciousness that slowly filter back into your mind you know that he’ll remain there for a while.

His teeth release from your neck with a squelch that you think you would be sickening in any other context, but only makes you whimper at the loss of contact. He only hums and finds your hand, twining your fingers together as he laps at the fresh bite on your throat. It feels… amazing. Not in the way it felt before, like he was licking pure lust straight onto your skin, but more like he’s giving you a comfort you have never known in your life. You feel safe in his arms, like nothing could ever hurt you here.

His lips press a final kiss to your throat before you feel him shifting. He gently rolls you both onto your sides, getting comfortable and pulling you to his chest while you both wait for the next wave of lust to hit you. It will, you know. Sooner rather than later, too. Your mind has cleared enough to realize what’s happening, what’s to come. You won’t be leaving this room, this bed, for quite some time.

A gentle hand brushes a sweaty lock of hair from your eyes before it settles on the nape of your neck, massaging the sore muscles there. You sigh and raise your gaze to find him already looking at you, an easy smile on his lips. He has dimples, you realize, and he’s… breathtaking. And now… he’s all yours.

There’s a beat of silence between you, a moment of reconciliation with what’s just happened between you, of what it means. You blink up at him, your lips parting to say something, anything, but instead your brows furrow in thought.

His smile drops instantly. He leans into you, thumb caressing your cheek. “What is it, sweetheart?”

Your mouth runs dry. You peek up at him from beneath your lashes. “What’s your name?”

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Greasers x mean girl/boy/person (think Regina George, Heather Chandler, Bryce Tankthrust) s/o who uses their status to protect their greaser and is kind of nice under all the cutthroat boss bitch-ness. Like the top rank of social that most other socs are afraid of.

(tried to make it gender neutral of my best ability, but it’s hard to fit phrases like “ queen bee” into gender neutral terms)

Inspo:

*socs approach and start making jeering comments* Hey Grease…

*you get in front of them* if you ever talk to them like that again, I will make it my personal life goal to ruin yours, and no one will hire your sorry ass again. Oh, and you can consider *insert secret* spilled.

Ponyboy Curtis

-intimidated by you fs

-he knows your life ruining rep

-sukrised when one day you tap on his shoulder

“Ponyboy… right?”

“U-uh yeah that’s me!”

“Great you’re tutoring me. Every Friday.”

“U-uh ok?”

-you guys actually get along and he helps with with your grades a lot

-You actually become friends and stand up for him against other Socs and even your own friends

-One night he’s walking home alone from the movies and four Socs approach him and start threatening him

-you on one of their shoulders and the Soc blanks and realization as he remembers your long-standing friendship with Pony

-“if you ever mess with him again I will ruin your life. You know I will.”

-the Socs all back up, and you stand there, smirking

-I feel like that’s when pony boy realizes his feelings for you and kisses you right there on the spot

-you guys are actually a really great mix, the popular person and the kind of more quiet guy

Johnny Cade

-he was so scared of you

-thought of all the possible ways you could ruin his life even more

-one day he comes to school and his locker is spraypainted with “Bastard Greaser”

-he’s even more suprised when you approach him at lunch break

-“Johnny Cade, right? Yk, you’re kind of cute… *you smirk* Anyway I have a dear friend… well, ex friend with me that wants to apologize for so crudely vandalizing your locker. RIGHT, Jessica?”

-his head is spinning, the queen/king bee of the whole school just flirted with him and made a bully apologize?

-you start coming to the lot more and more after that, and realize he often doesn’t have a place to sleep

-you invite (drag) him to your home where you set up a room for him, and being rich, it’s pretty damn nice

-I feel like that’s when he realizes his feelings for you and one night, when he’s about to go to sleep in his bed, he leans over and kisses your cheek

-you guys become a new couple and it shocks everyone

-yall are cute tho ❤️❤️

-you make sure no one gives him shit. If they do then LORD help them

Sodapop Curtis

-ok so you guys are a more expected couple

-prom royalty fr

-soda probably made you nice 💀💀

-you guys met in school and started dating, and he helped you kind of be the nice kind of popular

-you also spoil him with your money fr

-his brothers are skeptical of you at first (especially after sandy) but once they see your do really like him they totally ship you

-POWER COUPLE

-fr you guys are what everyone wants to be

Darry Curtis

-you were both popular and kind of ran in the same circles but didn’t like eachother

-he didn’t think he would like you because he doesn’t like mean girls/guys/people and thought you’d be all fake n stuff

-but one day yall got assigned to work on a history project and you both got along pretty well and you put in a pretty good effort

-that’s when he realized that you weren’t so bad and you two became friends

-eventually he caught on feelings for you and asked you out

-sweet couple, and everyone ships it

Dallas Winston

-you two met in detention FS

-you spread a nasty rumor about a boy who cheated on one of your close friends and he vandalized something

-enemies to lovers energy

-yall didn’t like eachother that much

-he sat behind you and kept making crude remarks and messing with you so you bit back

-“There’s no way in hell if ever dream of being with a lowlife like you”

-after a bit of banter and insults you somehow end up on his lap making out with him

-the teacher walks in and is like wtf- my eyes-

-you guys are the best power couple people cower in fear with you two together

-calls you prince/princess or doll fr

-it’s a typical bad boy x mean girl/guy/person thing

Two Bit Matthews

-you fits me at the mall when you were making fun of another stuck up girl

-he joined in with the teasing

-you were like ohhh this one’s kinda funny and you two actually hit it off really well

-you liked his wisecracks, they made the world all the more entertaining and he admired your cutthroat bitch attitude

-yall started dating after a while

-class clown x mean girl/guy/person and it’s SO iconic

-you two are surprisingly healthy for eachother, you both kind of get to see the under layer

-like you get to see what’s beyond his wisecracks and he gets to see beyond your plastic mean girl facade

Steve Randle

-he was suprised

-when you went up to him instead of Sodapop

-but when you pulled up in your red Ferrari with a scratched tire that was totally not just an excuse just to talk to him and started heavily flirting

-he wasn’t impressed, he still thought you were fake

-which bothered you, you didn’t know anyone who didn’t like you or at least pretend to

-so you kept showing up and one day a group of Socs stopped by the gas station, spitting on him

-you got furious and nearly ruined your car trying to ram them

-Steve was kinda in love after that

-he realized you really weren’t plastic

-you guys got together and are sooo cute

-when you go on long rants he listens to you while he fixes his cars

-and you have a free new handyman

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s7-evermore · 8 months

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[The Boyfriend Contract] Ch. 1 - The Cost of Opportunity

This is The Boyfriend Contract series, Chapter One. Inspired by The Love Hypothesis and The Business Proposal. Azul Ashengrotto x fem! Yuu (reader) You can view this on ao3. Ch. 2

Opportunity Cost in economics is defined as the highest-valued alternative that is sacrificed when making a decision-- in this case, it's my dignity... and possibly my freedom.

In Yuu’s defense, it was his fault.

She was supposed to be aiming for his cheek, if only he hadn’t turned his head to look at her, she wouldn’t have accidentally kissed him on the lips after claiming to some obsessed guy that she was dating him.

But she had to make it look natural, so deepening the kiss was the only way to go.

Thank the Sevens that Azul was a good actor— after hearing her ridiculous claim and feeling their lips together, he couldn’t look like the fool in the situation, so he adjusted himself to her kiss. His tense shoulders lowered, making it look like he was somewhat relaxed and he leaned closer to her. The kiss felt awkward, uncomfortable, fucking painful— but some delusional and lonely ass part of her thought it felt somewhat nice. Had Azul always been this tall? Although she was shorter than almost everyone in NRC (Riddle and Epel included), she had to tiptoe even further and crane her neck just to deepen the kiss, and that was kind of hot—

Nope. No no no no NO. She shouldn’t be enjoying this, not when she’s literally kissing one of the biggest red flags in all of NRC.

When the pain in the ass was gone, she pulled away— giving him the chance to finally stare at her in disbelief.

“…Did you just…?”

Simply hearing his voice made her want to jump into a ditch and die right there, but since they were still surrounded by people, she had to pull him outside and into some secluded corner before—

“I’M SO SORRY!”

He flinched as she bowed deeply, apologizing with all her remaining energy. As much as she wanted to bury herself six feet under, this was reality, and reality states that she couldn’t do that.

Maybe not now.

She heard him clear his throat. Maybe he was disgusted? Repulsed? She doesn’t know what her current relationship status was with Azul, though she had called him a friend once, she wasn’t really sure if he saw her that way.

“Can I get an explanation?” His voice sounded the way it normally was. Serene, like ocean waves on a nice summer day. The kind you can relax to, and it was suave, somehow. Befitting of a handsome businessman like him.

Did she just say ‘handsome’? Did she just think ‘handsome’?

Well. In all honesty, it was the truth. She was sure that anyone could admit that. If she didn’t know him personally, she might have been attracted to him. Azul was no average face after all— and if he was, he would be the “super handsome” average type.

“I—“ She stood up properly as she covered her face. It was hot. Her face was hot. Or maybe her hands were just cold. “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Is...that so?” His words drawled on as he looked at her skeptically, or uncertainly, she actually didn’t know. Normally she could read people well, but her brain was too messed up to understand what his face was trying to do. “Perhaps you can explain to me what’s going on?”

Ah, so he was trying to discern why the fuck she just kissed him. Easy enough.

“Well, um…”

Okay, not easy enough.

She suddenly remembered that this was Azul Ashengrotto she was talking to. If she decided to vent to HIM of ALL PEOPLE about a guy who wouldn’t leave her the hell alone, he would have taken the kiss as leverage for him helping her, and in turn, make her feel indebted to him for allowing her to use him to get away from a suitor.

Everyone knows that there will always be a catch when someone becomes indebted to Azul.

“Look,” She sighed, “No offense but this is really none of your business.”

He stared at her for a moment before nodding, returning to his ‘serious businessman mode’ (that’s what she and her friends called it), “I understand.”

She sighed, one of relief this time. She wanted to just walk away and forget everything.

“I suppose I’ll just go back to school and file a complaint on sexual misconduct with academic peers.”

She nodded, “Yeah, okay I’ll— wait…what?!”

“I’ll be on my way.”

“WAIT!” She grabbed his hand to stop him from walking away. It was easy enough for him to shrug her off, but he didn’t. Instead, he actually stopped and turned back to look at her, as though to consider her desperation.

“Explain the kiss.”

She groaned, letting go of his hand in order to fiddle with her own. Even if she ran away from him now, he would investigate her matter later. No one kisses Azul Ashengrotto out of nowhere, after all. Unless you want to be in complete debt to him or…you know, in love with him. Highly unlikely. For her, at least.

“Kelvin Watson,” She told him.

He raised a brow, giving no indication of knowing the name.

“He’s a regular in the cafe I work at during the weekends.”

“It’s Friday today.”

“Yeah, I know, but I told the owner in advance that I would be able to work today since classes ended early and he needed more hands. Anyway, I came to work today and for some reason, Kelvin knew I was going to be there. He always seems to know whenever I’m there, and the owner says he only goes to the cafe during the weekends, aka during my shifts. Isn't that kinda weird??”

He nodded slowly as if to process every word she uttered.

“He was nice at first, really sweet and all that. But then he tried to court me, and I’m not really into that whole dating scene right now —school, Grim, trying to get back to my world and all that— so I rejected him. But the guy just wouldn’t get the memo and kept trying to ask me out whenever he had the chance.”

He just…stared at her.

“And…what does that have to do with me?”

“I— ugh—“ she covered her face, dragging her hands down in exasperation, “After my shift ended earlier he tried to ask me out AGAIN and I was so sick of his advances that I got desperate, and I—“

She hesitated for a bit, only to continue when Azul’s eyes narrowed.

“…I saw you come in and thought to pretend that you were my boyfriend or something to drive him away since you were a familiar face, so I… I didn’t really think?”

“Obviously,” He muttered under his breath.

“Hey! I was only supposed to kiss your cheek, okay? I didn’t know you were suddenly gonna turn your head!”

“And your instinct was to continue kissing me?”

“I just—! I was trying to make it look natural! It’s not like I wanted to kiss—“ She felt her cheeks heat up at the memory, and she tried desperately to shake it from her head. “Listen, I’m so, so, so sorry about that, okay?”

“Are you really?” He crossed his arms.

“Please don’t report me,” She pleaded as she looked up at him, “I really meant to just go for your cheek. I’m sorry if I made you really uncomfortable…” and please don’t drag me into a contract.

Now that she had the time to think about it a bit better (without the stress of having an obsessive boy trying to get her attention), she realized the abomination of her situation. She really had just grabbed a random guy from her school, claimed she was dating him, and kissed him on the lips (even though it wasn’t her intention).

Not to mention, this guy was literally on the list of top students not to mess with unless you wanted a death wish (or everything you cherished taken away from you). Notorious for his elaborate and sly schemes, his greediness for money, and his perfectly put-together demeanor that made him appear like an angel. It doesn’t help that he was blessed with such a handsome face—

Ugh. There she was again.

There was no excuse for what she had done. She had practically harassed him by kissing him without his consent, intentional or not, so he had every right to report her if he wanted. Knowing Azul though, he would do anything to make sure he gains the upper hand in the situation, even if it cost her her time.

(One thing, however, is that she knows that she would agree to it as long as it didn’t involve handing him Ramshackle Dorm. Because at that point she will actually beat the shit out of him if he pulls that shit again.)

“No, I’m sorry. You have every right to report me… intentional or not, I’m sure you felt uncomfortable. I just… I didn’t…” She just wanted to go back home and sleep, maybe forget about the whole thing. “Look, I’m going to leave now, okay? Thanks and… I’m so, so, so, so sorry.”

She turned on her heel and ran away, leaving the Octavinelle housewarden in his own thoughts.

She sprinted through the streets, passing by stalls, shops, passersby, and some students from Night Raven who were still in their uniforms. She ran past a middle-aged lady walking her dog, a classic red car zoomed past her, and suddenly the next bus stopped at the station where she arrived just in time.

She made sure to sit at the very back, ignoring every other passenger as she pulled out her headphones and proceeded to lose herself in her own thoughts and guilt.

What a shitty day.

Unbeknownst to her, Azul Ashengrotto was still standing right where she left him— thinking about her. Her eyes, her red cheeks, her predicament, her cute face, her soft, soft lips… And the things she told him when they were in the Atlantica Memorial Museum…

A/N - hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter of The Boyfriend Contract. This is mainly a passion project of some sort. Updates will be pretty slow since I'm a busy student, please be understanding.

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst yuu #twst azul #azul ashengrotto #azul x reader #azul x yuu #Azul x mc #azul ashengrotto x yuu #azul ashengrotto x reader #The Boyfriend Contract - TWST fanfic

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igglemouse · 29 days

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The new day crept through the windows, pulling Simón awake almost reluctantly, the weight of last night holding him down for just a moment. He groans, rubbing sleep from his eyes and seeing the form lain next to him.

"Ugh," he gaze down at her. She looked so peaceful, so content, and so without worry. It was a reminder for him of the many mornings they had shared like this. Happier times. Simpler times. Dangerous times.

He gives her a nudge, hoping to bring her into the new day gently. "Wake up," he says, just loud enough to get her to stir. Her eyes flutter open as if she had come from the sweetest of dreams, a smile parting her lips as she sees him. He wish she hadn't, it was going to make what he had to do that much harder. "You have something to do, right?"

"Yeaaa," she said, yawning, coming to her senses. The light that poured through the windows had told her that perhaps she had slept too late. "The stand ah-"

At that he starts to get up. Normally, this would cause her no alarm, but because his movements were performed with such urgency she had gotten the hint that something here was wrong.

"Simon, wait," her hand stopped him for just a moment and just for a moment he thought to throw his concerns aside, to have her again if only for just another kiss but what would that do? "Where are you going?"

"Work," he said, the grim tone in his voice told her the nature of this work. She opened her lips to protest. He knew what she would say. That what he did wasn't so bad, it was just selling, not like her father, who was a killer. That was always her excuse and he expected it. He was prepared for it even, for them to do the same dance they had done over and over again.

"You don't have to," she said instead. Surprising him and prepared to offer him something else, a new script. "A new life, remember? You can do whatever you want, something-"

"Frida," he breathed. Her plea was the last thing he wanted to hear as it was a harsh reminder that last night was a mistake. "You know as well as I do, there's only two ways out of the game I play..." and he didn't plan on dragging her along because that is what love was, right? Wanting what was best for the person you love and right now he was sure he was not what was best for her.

Why do I have the feeling that I might not see Simón again? I mean, that was the plan when I ran here, to leave all of the past behind but last night I was convinced that he is not just a part of my past but of my future.

Perhaps I was too forward or perhaps there's something more going on with him? I'm not sure but I should give him space, if that's what he needs, but I wonder if what I needed was him?

His departure makes my otherwise apple salad taste a little bland. I wish he was here, at least to share a meal with me and a few more laughs.

I'm not left to think too much about it as a knock at the door cuts through my day. It's Sara. I have a feeling that I will love and hate this woman at the same time, just a feeling! I actually welcome her right now because I do need to get my mind on something else.

Sara claims she was just passing by and wanted to say hello and besides, she had not yet visited my home and why not today? She asked how I was doing here in Oasis Springs and I tell her that so far better than expected. I leave out my somewhat confusing relationship status because I have a feeling she's fishing for information. I don't think she's doing so to be malicious but moreso she's just the gossiping type.

"Not many options for good mens here so I'm not surprised one hasn't latched on to you yet," she says, eventually steering the conversation to romance.

"Have you not had much luck?" I ask and I can tell by the face she makes that she hasn't.

Doubt colors her reply: "I don't know, I've never felt like I'm the prettiest girl-"

"Sara, you're amazing from what I know! I mean, just on appearances alone and you bring a really good energy?"

"Hmm, yeah," she's not convinced and I think while she wouldn't mind talking about my romantic life she doesn't want to dwell too much on hers. "How's your simlish coming along?"

"It's coming, I guess," I tell her but I'd really rather avoid speaking it if I can. Thankfully, Sara can speak Selvadoradian and so my conversations with her is always natural and easy. "I think the people understand me in the end and that is what matters."

"It does! Plus that accent you have is cute! I wish I had an accent but I was born here sooooooo maybe if I get a sultry accent I'll add to my magentism yeah?"

I laugh since she is joking, partly, I think? I've never thought of myself as sultry at least. "Just have more confidence in yourself Sara, any guy that isn't looking your way is a guy not worth it in the end."

The kitchen is a sanctuary for me and one I am happy to return to after Sara's visit. She has her own life to live and I have mines which is now filled with jalapeños and the scent of cheddar as I whip up my next meal. Jalapeño Cheddar Cornbread. This one is new to me but I've shown the ability to master new recipes and this one isn't too difficult. It'll be up to my customers to decide how much it is worth.

So today I've upped the prices, 75% mark up, and I expected that it might make things a little slower. After all, you do reach a point where someone looks at the price of a thing and has to sit and think a little too long before giving you their simoleons and you know what? 75% is not that point!

People were buying my dishes at the same rate as before which means I make a rather easy 615 today and while I'd like more that's more than enough! You know, it's been a real sharp increase other than one day. Maybe this cooking thing is my destiny?

Night has fallen and left me well tucked inside, content to settle indoors for a more quiet kind of night as I scour the web for more opportunities on my brand new laptop. My stand might have closed for today but not my ambition and I wonder if I should get another job? The thought of being a chef in a bustling restaurant appeals to me. I'd learn something, that is sure, and I'd make vital connections, but it would be a lot of work.

I imagine a future with children and I think the 'parents' that life had given me. A mama I've never known and a papa I wished I never had known and I know I can do better, that I can build a better legacy for them and that just might mean working two jobs...

Episode List - Next

#The Sims #The Sims 4 #ts4 #Sims #Sims 4 #sims legacy #my sims #generation 1 #soot #sims of our time #frida varela #simon barrera #sara chavez

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thatonefatgumsimp · 7 months

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Which Secret Life POVs I've Watched So Far (will be updated and edited as I finish)

OK so I may or may not have gotten distracted again- oops- but basically I'm putting here which POVs I've already watched in full and what my first thought about each one was.

-WARNING: wall of texts and ramblings from an mcyt obsessed audhd under the cut...and also spoilers. Don't click unless you're ready for simultaneously spoilers and an ungodly amount of text lol-

Grian: "God this series is so hype I can't wait to see what all happens and- OMG GEM IS HERE! :D GEM IS GREAT! I can't wait to see her kick Etho's ass at PvP again /lh ...waiminute...is that logo on the statue...is that the Watcher logo??? Huh??? Wait...and why does it have the same mossiness of the Entity and Grian's s9 base? Suspicious...OMG the chaotic Best Friend energy with Mumbo and Grian- tbh would be me and my best friend on any given day. Amazing. Their laughter is so infectious too lmao- Oough merch! Pretty :3 Wait it's over already? Aweeeeh ): can't wait for the next episode tho!"

Mumbo: "Wait he switched sides of the circle when Martyn punched Jimmy lmaoooo just like 'these people are crazy, save me, Grian-' 💀 The best friend energy omg still amazing I love their dynamic so much! Ooh a sideways house that *IS* an interesting idea! WHY DOES JIMMY KEEP BREAKING THE CRAFTING TABLES LMAO Hmmmmm Impulse ik cherry blossom is great, but that salesman voice is indeed very sus. I'm with Mumbo on this one."

Skizz: "Idk I watched it when I was very tired last night and all I remember is 'Awwweh a frog! Take care of him...WH- TANGO!!!' and also him apologizing to Gem which was very nice. Oh yeah and love island <3"

Jimmy: "Alright, Timmy, you've got this. Just don't die and- OMG MARTYN NOOOO LMAOO- Aweeeh it's like when you have a really young sibling or you're, like, a parent or something and you kiss the child's scraped knee to make it feel better- 🥺 wholesome. THANK YOU! I thought I was alone in recognizing that symbol, thank you for acknowledging it. JIMMY LOOK OUT OMG YOU'RE GONNA GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK! OK but the task. This man is an absolute menace lol. Aweh that's very nice of Scar to compliment Jimmy's outfit! SCOTT LMFAOOOO YOU'RE SO RIGHT, BUT AT THE SAME TIME 💀 Jimmy building in the Mesa? Tumble Town 2 electric boogaloo?? 'Hmmmm if Scar's building a shack, we're gonna have to have a shack-off, mine's better.' NO JIMMY DON'T STEAL THE CAMEL! D: pftttt Scar would- remember the Relation-ship? And the Ranch? Arson boy lol. THE VALLEY GIRL ACCENT I CAN'T- 😭"

Scar: "OK, Scar, you can do the task, I believe in you. I've seen 4 other POVs which prove that you failed, but I still believe in you. OMG THAT'S WHY HE COMPLIMENTED JIMMY'S OUTFIT LMAOOO I WASN'T PAYING ATTENTION- So true, Scott. So true. But you can't stop them, they're still gonna end up neighbors. I know, I already watched Jimmy's POV. SCAR NOOOO YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO TELL THEM- The way he jumped in the water- 💀 hc that c!Scar shook out his long-ish messy brown hair like a dog after that. Cuz he would. 'I'll make an exception for you. The first and ONLY exception.' if someone doesn't use this as, like, a fanfic title or something I swear- literally perfect material for a c!Scarian fic title. AWEEEEEEH HE CALLED GRIAN THE LIGHT OF HIS LIFE- I CAN'T BHATGLFYSJBJSRSKBLBK 🥺 Scar just like 'y'all crazy. Bye.' AWEEEEH GRIAN AND SCAR'S CAMEL RIDE! DESERTDUODESERTDUODESERTDUODESERTDUO! The way they stare at the hole Big B dug like *insert surprised Pikachu here* awwwwweh the way he let Grian have the cactus monopoly 🥺 you will never not convince me that bullying is their love language. c!desertduo bullies each other affectionately...I'm so normal about c!desertduo I promise- HE TALKED ABOUT ASOKA FOR 30 MINUTES OFC HE DID- 💀😭 I was wondering why he didn't include it lmao- NOT SCAR TREATING THE CAMEL LIKE A DISNEY RIDE LOL learning about the task goodies with Tango, Jimmy, and Scar 101 'IS IT A ROCKET' LMAOOOOO- HE'S SUFFOCATING AGAIN- SCAR BE CAREFULLLLL!!! Ik it's not in the comments, but, I GOT TO THIS POINT AND I'M ENJOYING IT, SCAR! Love this series sm and I'm only 5 POVs in lol. 'It's looking kinda like a shack' 'fancy house and exotic materials' indeed, Etho. Also yes, Scar, part of what gave it away is that ur favorite color is orange lol /lh the fact that Jimmy is the only one I've seen to call him 'Obi' when he says 'Hello There'- amazing. 'Nonono it's not a shack, look at that entrance!' But, Scar, you just said- ...OK- 'this is my shack' OK, Scar I'm confused. Is it or isn't it a shack? Ofc he cut out the arson threats and allegations smh /lh 'until next time, we'll see you later, and don't forget to subscribe because you may just become. SCARRRRED FOR LIFE!' ...yes I've memorized his outro-"

Martyn: "Wait OK before we start- are we sure that punching Jimmy didn't just, like, transfer the canary's curse? /lh like it could also be that he won last series and now he's the 'wet cat' of the first episode like I saw in another post, but like, what if?? I guess we'll see, huh? The awkward 'goodbye' and then walking the same way lmaooo 💀 Lizzie and Gem: 'WE HAVE TO GET TO THE CHERRY BLOSSOMS!' Martyn: 'uhhhhh anyways so-' what am I gonna get? Well uhhh probably one of the life hoodies, but I'll probably have to convince my mom to get it as a Christmas gift cuz I already spent a lot in the last month cuz I have no self control- but yeah probably the balloon hearts hoodie or the drippy hearts one. Love those. 'Ofc no wearing helmets' Scar, who has a helmet: 'Hi, Martyn!' 'oh mY GOd you scared me-' Payback for the jumpscare to Grian last series /lh /hj 'friends?' 'friends?' 'friends?' 'Helloooooo!' 'Martyn!' Idk why but that interaction made me exhale like- just imagine shouting through the walls in a cave to your friends irl. Omg now I'm imagining it with the reverb- 'you couldn't spare a heart, could you?' gives off the vibes of 'please sir, could I have some more?' Oliver Twist who? /lhj Bdubs and his chainmail lol 'THERE'S A SPAWNER?!' yeah...he's definitely having a rough first session- o7 'what is happening out there-?' I'd like to know too, Martyn, unfortunately I haven't watched their POVs yet. Also Etho saying 'BDUBS RUN! HIDE!' I- I'm normal about c!Ethubs I promise- 'YOU GOT HORSE ARMOR?!' ofc the local horsegirl /lhhj would ask about that lol- NOT ETHO TURNING INTO CANADIAN DAVID ATTENBOROUGH AND NARRATING HIS, MARTYN'S, AND BDUBS' ADVENTURES THROUGH THE CAVE- I- 💀 'this could go viral' true, Bdubs lol. BDUBS' MIC CUTTING OUT I'M CRYING- Gem's reaction of 'a what?!' and Scott's response of 'we just don't have a healer' is just perfect lol. Love that. WE'RE PLAYING THE MARTYN GETS NERFED MOD! TODAY WE CODED IT SO ALL THE MOBS ATTACK MARTYN AND ONLY MARTYN! that's the vibes Scott's comment gave me lol- 12 HEARTS?!? MARTYN!! OMG BE MORE CAREFUL!!! This Martyn nerf hitting hard- 'this could be really bad if I get poisoned-' YES IT COULD, MARTYN, YOU'RE ALREADY AT 12 HEARTS- IT'S LIKE YOU'RE TRYING TO BE THE FIRST TO YELLOW- /lh bro Martyn being risky is making my anxiety go 📈📈📈📈📈 BE MORE CAREFUL, MARTYN, PLS- I BEG OF U- MARTYN GOING TO THE NETHER- 📈📈📈 MARTYN THERE ARE GHASTS- PLEASE- I- AAAAAAAAAAAAA! MARTYNNNN! OMG! IS HE ALWAYS THIS RISKY, USUAL MARTYN VIEWERS?! CUZ IF SO IDT I'M GONNA SURVIVE BINGING ALL THE LIFE SERIES- 'ughhh I swear, dude, I swear, I'm gonna cry!!!' I AM TOO, PLEASE STOP GETTING INTO DANGER, MARTYN- Martyn saying damnit is me the whole time he's out risking his hearts. My heart can't take this kind of pressure, Martyn please stop being so riskyyyy- 😭 nINE HEARTS- MARTYN!!!! Istg I'm not surviving this episode- my heart is just- 📈📈📈📈📈📈📈 his pICKAXE BROKE?! OH YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME! 'OH MY GOD, THE SUN!' I'M HAPPY TOO, HOPEFULLY HE DOESN'T LOSE TOO MANY MORE HEARTS. 'I've been to the nether and everything!' Yeah, imma be honest, I don't get that one. Like, didn't you write a song lITERALLY CALLED 'Screw The Nether' with friends????! /lh Lizzie's 'oh wow' 💀 fIVE AND A HALF HEARTS!! MARTYNNNN!!! OMG! 📈📈📈 NOT THE DROWNED- 😭 LEAVE HIM ALONE, BRUH, HE JUST TRYNA SURVIVE- Martyn panicking- same, bestie- Lizzie just like 'oh you stole my bed? Didn't notice' 💀 #1 way to tempt a horsegirl: offer something to protect his horse /lhj Cleo's laugh lol- infectious. MARTYN ZOOMING IN AND JIMMY JUST BRINGING BACK SCAR'S CAMEL IN THE BACKGROUND I CAN'T-"

OK I'm posting this and I'll rb for the other POVs, but Cleo's next.

So let's see, next rb is probably gonna be Cleo, Gem, Tango, Scott, Bdubs, and Pearl.

Third rb is probably gonna be Etho, Joel, Lizzie, Impulse, and BigB.

3 maybe 4 rb max.

#YOOOO THANK GOD IT SAVED MOST OF THIS IN DRAFTS I CLICKED AWAY AND FORGOT TO SAVE I WAS ABOUT TO CRY-#tofs musings #my thoughts on the first session of Secret Life #secret life #secret life spoilers #trafficblr #traffic life smp #grian #mumbo jumbo #skizzleman #solidaritygaming #goodtimeswithscar #inthelittlewood #also the reason that some of them are way longer is cuz I'm writing them as I watch and not after the fact

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libcaro · 8 months

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The "I forgive you" analysis no one asked and probably no one needs and PROBABLY someone already did but wth

just analyze this out loud with me, correct me if I'm remembering things wrong. S1 Crowley is cursing the great big plan, Azira says something like "may god forgive you" and he replies "I'm not forgivable, that is inside a demon's job description". they fight, part ways because Crowley is scared of the end of the world and doesn't want to be there since they couldn't stop it, he gives up, and Azira debates if telling Crowley is a good idea and that he only needs to reach the right people, heaven people but as we know he fails, everyone wants the end of the world happening even head office.

Now the offer in season 1, Crowley has been discovered as the one who messed up the "changing of babies thingy", and runs to Azira to leave together before they find him. they talk again and Crowley says mean things to him, how stupid he is for believing all will be resolved by just talking to the "right people" when all of us know they don't care. he says "I forgive you" this time coming directly from him, letting him know that he is indeed forgivable and that what he said was again, offending God or something like that.

THEN! They are fighting again, because of the same thing, Crowley expressing his real feelings "I would like to spend..." We all supposed he meant "the rest of my time with you" or something of the sort. then Azira is like come to me to Heaven, I will do things right and yada yada yada and AGAIN, Crowley is like no! They put you through literal hell, let's run, yada yada, AGAIN! (XD) Crowley puts the bookshop on the table, Azira will leave that behind too, he is about to leave! Azira stops him "I need you! You don't know what I'm offering you" (Here I would like to suppose that idea some people have(me included) that he was indeed a powerful angel in his days and knows exactly what he is talking about) then Azira gives up "there is nothing else to say" Crowley pushes the issue now, "We could have been ... us" because the bloody idiot can't say "couple" yet (XD).

Then he kissed him, we all agree is because he was trying to convince him to stay and yes... we could say he was, like he tried to convince him before but not with his body 😏, with reasoning, like the whole first chapter S1 interaction between them was Crowley trying to convince him to stop the Armageddon with him. huh now I'm discovering myself here also, how Crowley is always kind of tempting Azira to do different from what it's thought as an angel🤔.

Anyway, having all of this in mind, his face after the kiss goes from shocked to... kind of angry, he might be thinking again "he is just trying to deviate me from the path of God, again". deep down the little Angel hasn't given up the idea of good and bad, he deep down believes he is the "good" one and Crowley is the "bad" one just because, I'll dare to say, superficial things, their status, clothes, way of being, ignoring how Crowley has done good and Azira has done bad things, is a matter of choice for Angels and Demons as well as humans. deep down I think Crowley thinks this way too, "it's what I'm supposed to do" he kind of established that when he said he is unforgivable. now the "I forgive you" at the end is Azira recalling himself and Crowley they are from opposite sides and his duty is in heaven. he touches his lips as if to process the whole thing, but then leaves anyway though he hesitates for a bit, he believes Crowley is deep down a good person but that dichotomy never leaves their minds. "don't bother" is like him saying, "don't waste your energies trying to spare my soul as you had before because this is a lost cause, the ineffable plan, what is meant to happen always, we are always on opposites sides" Azira still cares about the sides, even though he strives for good authentically, he hasn't disposed yet of "me an angel you a demon".

#good omens #good omens s2 #good omens s1 #go2 #crowely #Aziraphale #david tennant #michael sheen #ineffable husbands #ineffable divorce #s2 ep6

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daddykomeada · 2 months

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Kiss of Death Chapter 1

Heimdall was sitting on the wall, looking off into the Asgard air. There was nothing actually going on, but the wall was the only place he could relax without hearing the fighting and whispers in the Great Lodge. However, his peace was short-lived when he remembered the meeting the All-father had planned, not that he was complaining. He had spent his entire life working hard to show his devotion, to the All-father. There was nothing the All-father could ask for that he wouldn't do. His status, Himinbjörg, money. Were all great gifts he had earned, The All-father had given him everything he could have ever wanted. So why wouldn't he lay down his life for him?

As he made his way to the study, he could hear people talking. which wasn't anything new, that was his gift after all. The power of foresight, along with other abilities came from having Aesir blood. He recognized the All-father voice, but there was another person there, someone new. The high-pitched female voice, light breathing, and a very strong rose scent. Heimdall continued walking up several flights of stairs, before entering the study where the All-father was talking to a random girl.

"Looks like you made it on time, as usual. Snowy, this is Heimdall he's my mind reader. he reads people for me before they stay here in Asgard"

The All-father spoke.

Heimdall gave the All-father a slight bow in respect before moving to his left side, to see the random girl more clearly. His purple eyes, staring into her white ones ran a chill down his spine. He had never seen anything like that before. He was not strange for colored eyes, but white? Heimdall could tell she wasn't blind, however, she had no pupils in her eyes. Also, her energy was alluring, no man could ever deny that she wasn't beautiful but there was something dark. Dangerous, something that could pull him in and curse him if he wasn't careful, She had no evil intentions. Heimdall still did not trust her.

"Heimdall is it. I've heard a lot about you throughout the realms. God of foresight right? My name is Snowy and I am the Goddess of sirens and the succubus. It's truly an honor to be in your presence"

Snowy let out a small smile looking up at him.

A succubus. Heimdall thought they were just spooky fairly tail stories for the children in school. Snowy matched the image that was given for succubus. That was another reason he shouldn't trust her he didnt need another woman trying to get into his pants.

"Well, do you care to explain why were all here All-father?"

"yes, of course, Snowy here has been here before Agsard was even created. She was the first girl who ever stepped foot on our land. we made a deal she could always have a place here and also work with the sea to give us fresh food and water. however, she needs someone to make a deal with as a partner, so you Heimdall my right-hand man will be making the deal"

Heimdall was shocked. He didn't know how to feel about being sold off like some whore on the street. There was no way he would make a deal with a succubus, so she could try to suck his life away. Heimdall looked back at Snowy who still had that sweet smile on her face, But he could see the evil in her eyes while she looked at him like some meal made him nervous.

why the hell was he Heimdall a God. The Watchman of the Aseir, nervous over some blood thirst brat. He cleared his throat before responding.

"very well, if that is what I need to do for you All-father we shall get this deal done."

"That's great I knew you would be easy now"

Odin pulled out a book before flipping through some of the pages before stopping on one page that showed how the deal would go.

"Alright, Snowy will have to cut her hand while you hold it and ask to make a deal. I can't be in the room when this happens, so I'll wait outside."

Heimdall couldn't believe this was happening. He would never say it out loud, but a part of him was scared. That was a foolish thought he pushed back, he had the All-Father protection. No other God or mortal could come close to his power, so he shouldn't he wouldn't let some child see him acting like a helpless mortal.

He watched Snowy cut her hand disgusted with the blood, they joined hands. He watched as her eyes glowed, the air around them getting heavy as the books and papers started to spiral around them.

Snowy started speaking.

"From this moment own I owe you. Body and soul for the deal you make with me is permanent, we have 2 bodies but share once mine from this day forward you are mine"

Suddenly they started floating Heimdall groaned in pain, his hand had been cut the same way Snowy hand cut hers. His thoughts were bouncing and his head felt like it was ripping.

Heimdall could feel his powers somehow getting stronger. Which he did not understand, at least to him it wasn't possible.

"You're powerful but you have a clear weakness, you're able to see a person's next moves and intent by locking eyes. Being able to read another person's mind and thoughts. That's how your power works right? But this precognitive capacity is based on the extent of the observed party also being consciously aware of the moves they are about to make, diminishing your ability to anticipate them if they were lets say randomly executed and not necessarily planned, meaning that you cannot read target instinct and follow through erratic and unpredictable attacks. Therefore, you can be hit through pure chance"

Heimdall could hear her words but he could not respond his head pounding. How dare a lowly brat try to tell him a God that's been around longer and was much smarter say anything about his powers there was more than that.

His body fell hitting the ground with a bang.

He would drag her body through all the nine realms once he was awake. He would show Snowy why his highly respected.

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silentmoths · 2 years

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When will I see you again? (In your dreams)

Writing fairy chose violence today, I don't usually write a lot of angsty stuff so idk if im actually any good at it but here you go kids.

Now I wish i knew what it was called, but this is actually based off an old animation i remember, likely a college final thesis work so I cant claim all the spain for it but I hope yall like it.

Zhongli x Afab Reader

Hurt/very little comfort, angst, modern setting

Your parents were fighting...again.

It was never anything new, the status quo always seemed to dictate that every time you trudged through the door after a long day of college classes, they'd be at eachothers throats, yelling about something.

Money, the car, house maintenence, affairs.

You just...wished they'd hurry up and get divorced...only a couple more months and you could finally move out, leave all of this behind.

but until then, you slink past their screaming mach in the kitchen and up the stairs to your room; your safe haven, and you immediately crawl into bed for a nap.

As soon as you descend into sleep, a hand brushes your cheek and you immediately feel at home.

"How was class?" The familiar, warm, deep voice beside you asks as you simply lay in the grass, content to let him pet your cheek and your hair.

"Long..."

"Are they fighting again?"

"when aren't they, Zhongli?" You sigh, finally fluttering open your eyes to look up at him.

Of all the things that were a constant in your life, Zhongli was definitely the prettiest.

He'd been here, in your dreams, since you were a child. When you'd begun to make your own world to retreat to when your parents raised their voices. A calm, comforting presence that loved you and wanted you.

No one cared to hear about Teyvat, and all it's whimsical glory, all the interesting characters and magic; they all said you were crazy, it was just make-believe and you would grow out of it.

Yet here you are, nearly twenty-two, and still escaping to this world whenever you could.

Zhongli smiles softly, and leans down to press a kiss to your nose, laying to settle beside you so you could shuffle into the warm familiarity of his chest, hear his heartbeat and feel his breath.

"Soon, darling...you are still planning on moving next semester, no?"

"yeah...my friends are organizing a place..." you confirm "and then I'll be outta here..."

Zhongli hums and nods, long fingers playing with your hair. "I do hope you'll continue to visit me."

You snort, looking up at him "Of course I would, every time I fall asleep."

---

A month to go.

Just one more month of dealing with three-am screaming matches.

Between studying for your exams, assignments, and your parents godawful screaming, sleep had been hard to come by.

You tell the doctor as much, leaving out your parents fighting. She taps away at her keyboard, eyeing you up and down as you fidget nervously in your chair, the bags beneath your eyes dark and prominent, the anxious energy overflowing; you can tell she's trying to figure out if you're just bluffing for drugs, but eventually she nods and hits print.

"One of these a night, fifteen minutes before bed, do not take more than one a day, I know its nearing the end of the semester so I'll give you a single repeat, and then if it's still a promblem, come back and see me." The doctor sighs, handing the prescription for sleeping pills to you. you take the sheet gratefully and scuttle away.

Zhongli is waiting when the pill kicks in that night, pulling you into his arms and simply swaying with you a while.

"I thought you were avoiding this place." He sighs, nose contently buried in your hair. "Avoiding me..."

"never." You croon, content at being held and loved, burying your own face into the crook of his neck "I was trying so hard to come back..."

"Is it getting bad?" he asks, you nod. He does not question any more, arms shifting to scoop you into his arms.

"Soon, my darling." He reassures, you nod, praying he's right.

---

You'd failed the exam.

You stare despondently down at the mark, it's horrible, it's so bad that your professor has even scribbled a comment in red marker.

'I expected better of you'

that stings.

you'd have to go see him later, ask if there was a makeup exam or some extra credit you could do, something, anything, to imrpove your mark; but for now you needed to meet up with your friends, to sort out moving dates.

"do you really want her moving in?"

"Pshh no! I said it to be nice I didnt actually expect her to take the offer! hell I'd prefer you moved in instead! She's a freak! always talking about her stupid make believe world. It was cool when we were kids but now? Now it's just sad. she needs to get laid or something..."

Your 'friends' dont see you, pressed against the wall, dont see the tears spilling over your cheeks, hand pressed to your mouth to muffle your sobs. When you do finally make yourself known to them, they just...look at you.

Theres no remorse in their eyes or in their words, apologies halfhearted and shrugged off with a 'but it's kinda true though'.

you turn and leave the campus.

Your mom finds your grades.

She's screaming, at you now.

And when your dad gets home? well, for once they agree with something, they scream, but not at each other; at you.

"If you think we're going to pay for failing grades, you have another thing coming!" your dad shouts, they do not pay your tuition, you do.

"Pull your head out of your ass before we pull you out of school!" your mother adds, they cannot pull you out of school they do not pay your tuition.

when they're finally done yelling at you, they once again turn back to echother, blaming one another for their failing daughter, as you trudge up the stairs, fingers rubbing the red hand-shaped mark on your cheek as you drop your bag and shut the door.

what were you meant to do now?

You feel your resolve crumbling away.

---

Your little world seems to be...crumbling a little when you finally open your eyes.

Zhongli looks over his shoulder before rushing to you and helping you up, pulling you close.

"Darling, what's going on?" He asks, frantic as you smile softly up at him.

"Oh Zhongli...everything's wrong..nothing is alright..." you whisper as Zhongli looks around, frantically as buildings and scenery crumble around him.

"What did you do? what's happening?"

"I took them. all of them"

"Took what, darling?"

"The pills."

You watch as Zhongli's eyes grow wide with horror.

"The Sleeping pills!? Darling why? why would you do that!?" His voice shakes as he sits you down, prying your mouth open and jamming two fingers right to the back of your throat, but this is nothing but a dream, there was no gag reflex to found.

"So I could stay here, with you...forever." you whisper, smiling up at him, reaching shakily for his face to wipe away a single, golden tear "Dont cry, Li...we can..be together now...just like we were meant to."

"Darling-" He chokes out, pulling you close as the very fabric of this reality begins to collapse around them "You're dying! you have to wake up! if you dont..."

You shake your head, leaning your face into his chest as he curls around you "I dont...I dont ever want to leave...never again..please...stay with me?"

His tears are warm as they splash across your cheeks, but he takes a deep breath, swallowing down the lump in his throat before settling beside you, holding you in his arms as he manages a small, sincere smile and presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

"Every time I fall asleep."

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darkjanet2 · 7 months

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Sonic Adventure 2: Sonadow

Chapter 21: The Tragic Love Story of Sonic and Shadow

Amy's eyes stirred as she came out of her unconsciousness, she moaned a little and felt her body ache in pain. She slowly opened her eyes, placed her hand on her head, and looked around the room. She was on the bed with a blue sheet. And the wall and slate floor were fairly white. A white nightstand with LED blue light trim stood beside her bed with a flower pot. And a large window was showing outside the space. The red and yellow robots were in the room and they were surprised to see her awake.

"Hey, sleepyhead," said Orbot.

"Where am I? What happened?" asked Amy.

"You fainted. You must've been in really bad shock when you passed out," answered Cubot.

"I have? I remember... Sonic and Shadow were... No, why? They're both men," said Amy, rubbing her head.

"Well, we are still trying to figure that part out. I thought they hated each other," said Orbot.

"And I thought they were fighting in this room..." said Cubot.

"I saw Sonic... My Sonic was making love with... Shadow...?" Amy's eyes tear up slightly. "How long was I out?"

"Uh, about 6 hours," answered Orbot.

"6 hours long?!" exclaimed Amy. "Why didn't anyone wake me up?" She cried.

"Calm down. Everything's fine now. Sonic and Shadow took care of it. However," Cubot frowned. "Shadow didn't make it."

After hearing the news that Shadow had passed away, Amy was saddened by the news.

“But look on the bright side, the Earth is safe and sound,” said Cubot.

"And Sonic?" she asked worriedly.

"Sonic's fine, he just needs some rest. And he said he needed some time alone," said Orbot.

Amy frowned as she stared at her hands gripping the sheet, and then she sighed and lay back on the bed, feeling exhausted. "I see," said Amy.

"Well, uh, we'll get you anything you need," said Orbot. Then he turned to his partner and said, "Come on, let's go find something for her." Cubot nodded and followed behind him. They left the room they were going to get her something while Amy closed her eyes.

-Meanwhile-

Sonic was staring at a large window outside the space filled with stars in all different colors. He sighed as he sat on a bed near the window. His arms hung lazily by his sides as he rested his elbows on his lap. Sonic was in a very depressive mode after everything went terribly wrong in his last battle with Shadow against The FInal Hazard. Shadow had lost so much energy and he couldn't save him from falling to his death. The memories flooded his mind when he met Shadow.

*Flashback*

"Who are you, and why do you look like me?!" demanded Sonic.

"My name is Shadow. And I'm the world's Ultimate Lifetime," said Shadow.

*Timeskip to Green Forest*

"Hey, that's..." Sonic trailed.

"A blue hedgehog again around here all places," Shadow crossed his arms over his chest.

"I found you, faker!" growled Sonic, pointing at the ebony hedgehog.

"Faker? I think you’re a fake hedgehog around here, and you’re comparing yourself to me? Hah! You're not even good enough to be my fake!" yelled Shadow.

*Timeskip after the fight*

Shadow kissed Sonic on the lips passionately, and Sonic went numb as he froze like a statue as he stared at Shadow.

*Timeskip at the Space Colony ARK*

"Shadow, for what you did was wrong, they didn't do anything to you!" Sonic yelled.

Shadow punched Sonic in the face to get off of him, and he fell to the ground.

"You never understand! They killed Maria in front of me!" argued Shadow.

"M... Maria...?" stuttered Sonic quietly.

"Yes, Maria. Her name is Maria. You knew that." Shadow answered coldly.

*Timeskip in argument*

"Why the hell should I trust you?!" Shadow shouted angrily, wrenching his arm free from Sonic's grasp.

"Because you promised! What about the promise made to Maria and her wish?! Don't you want to fulfill it!? Do you, Shadow?!" yelled Sonic.

Shadow growled angrily, baring his fangs as he glared at Sonic, and threw himself at the blue speedster.

"Don't you dare say her name!" roared Shadow. "I don't need to hear your voice saying her name again! I told you that I wasn't interested in stupid friendship! But you wouldn't listen!"

Sonic reacted with his emotional pain, and Shadow continued.

"I just... I just can't stand it anymore. All these years the one thing I wanted was to protect her, I wanted her to live! She pushed me to the pod, locked in. I was trying to save her, but I failed! I couldn't save her! I couldn't fucking save her! All because I couldn't even save her, then she was murdered! I was so helpless that day....and yet she still wanted me to promise to protect humanity..." Shadow shed those tears from his eyes, and Sonic's eyes welled up the tears.

"Even if I could have saved her, I couldn't have prevented her death! And now I have to live with the fact that it was because of me that she died!" Shadow gritted his teeth, his tears flowed freely down Sonic's face.

"I... I couldn't save her and now she's gone. She's gone, she's gone! Oh, God..." Shadow sobbed.

Sonic stood up and hugged Shadow, the ebony hedgehog clinging onto him desperately, burying his face in his shoulder. Sonic rubbed his back, whispering words of comfort.

‘I’m sorry, Shadow,’ Sonic thought

*End Flashback*

Sonic looked at the ceiling, sighed deeply, and laid his head back down, and closed his eyes.

‘But I hope she has found peace and happiness. And she would have wanted you to be happy too… It was because she loved you.’ Sonic thought.

“So much has changed since Maria and Shadow had been gone…” he whispered.

A gentle knock on the door was heard. Sonic got up.

“Who is it?” called Sonic.

In the blink of an eye, the door opened and the white bat entered the room.

“It’s me, Rouge.” she smiled sweetly.

“Oh, Rouge,” Sonic was surprised to see her.

“Can I come in?” she asked.

“Oh, uh, sure,” said Sonic.

She walked across to the bed and sat down on the edge. She gently put her hand on top of Sonic’s hand, caressing it gently. Sonic blushed a bit, and moved closer to Rouge, leaning into her touch, which made her blush a bit too.

“So… How’ve you been holding up?” asked Rouge softly, her heart swelling with love as she gazed into the emerald eyes that she loved more than her own life.

“I’m okay, I guess. After being with Shadow again, I felt so alone without him, and I missed him so badly,” said Sonic.

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that,” Rouge said. “He sounded like he really cared for you. He must’ve meant a lot to you.”

“Yeah, he did,” said Sonic. “We were enemies at first, but now we became lovers,” said Sonic, looking down to his feet.

Rouge blinked once in surprise. She thought that Sonic hated Shadow … But apparently, he still loved him as his lover?

“Sonic, I thought you two were enemies. How did you meet Shadow?” asked Rouge.

“I don’t know where to begin, but I’ll tell you a whole story,” said Sonic with a small smile. “Long story short…” he started.

He told her the whole story about G.U.N. being mistakenly Sonic for stealing Choas Emerald because of the accusation and then how he met Shadow in the city where he possessed a Chaos Emerald. He told her about how Shadow used Chaos Emerald to teleport that he was fighting with. He knew he was tough, but it amazed him how strong Shadow was. He talked about the past few times they were apart. He told her how they met, how they fought each other, how their relationship progressed. He told her everything about Shadow. About his feelings towards him, how he fell in love with him; even how he lost him.

“Wow. So you loved him?” asked Rouge.

“Yeah,” said Sonic nodding his head. “And when we fought each other in the jungle, Shadow was shown impressed by my fighting skills. I was confused at first and he walked to me, grabbed me, and kissed me,” said Sonic.

Rouge blinked in surprise, “Shadow kissed you?”

“Yes,” said Sonic.

“I can see why he did that,” chuckled Rouge. “What was it like?” she asked.

“Huh?” puzzled Sonic.

“How did you feel? Did you enjoy it?” asked Rouge.

Sonic scratched the back of his head, “Well… it’s not like I didn’t like the kiss. I didn’t know what his intention was, but I enjoyed it too,” admitted Sonic, blushing. “I believe it was my first kiss.”

“Really?” asked Rouge, her teal eyes widened slightly.

“Yeah,” replied Sonic.

“You’re not lying to me, are you?” she asked, raising her eyebrow.

“No, I’m not lying, Rouge. The kiss happened in the forest. I thought he was going to kill me, but instead, he gave me a kiss. And then he left before the island blew up. That was the last time I saw or talked to him until today,” explained Sonic.

“Wow! That’s an amazing story!” exclaimed Rouge.

“Yeah, it was pretty great,” said Sonic shyly.

“Did you ever ask him why he kissed you?” asked Rouge.

“That’s what I figured out why he kissed me, he said he had no interest in killing me,” said Sonic.

“Hmm… maybe he’s actually a good person after all?” giggled Rouge.

“Probably,” laughed Sonic.

After a moment of silence, Rouge spoke up.

“Hey, Sonic? Are you gonna stay here tonight? I know you’re probably tired after being with Shadow.”

“Yeah. I need to get some sleep and be ready to return to Earth,” said Sonic.

“Okay… Then I’ll let you get some rest,” Rouge got up from the bed and headed for the door.

“Rouge, wait,” Sonic called, causing the white bat to stop and turn around to look at him.

“Yes?” she asked.

Sonic hugged her tightly around the waist, “Thank you, for everything, Rouge. You have helped me heal,” said Sonic smiling.

“You’re welcome Sonic,” smiled Rouge. Sonic released her from his hug and smiled back at her.

“Goodnight,” Rouge said.

“Goodnight,” replied Sonic as he watched her exit the room and closed the door behind her. Sonic sighed as he got in the bed. He took Shadow’s ring from the nightstand, held it in his hand, and stared at it, thinking about how much he had loved him, how much he wished he could change things, that he could go back in time and save Shadow. Sonic closed his eyes and drifted off into slumber, holding the ring in his hand.

‘Sayonara, my beloved Shadow,’ Sonic thought in his sleep.

#fanfiction #sonic adventure 2 #shadow the hedgehog #sonadow #sonic the hedgehog #enemies to lovers #yaoi bl #yaoi smut #first kiss #first love

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chasingfictions · 2 years

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Ok but you must tell us about ur vampire diaries phase, and, if u wish, ur thoughts on stefan/damon being a reiteration of angel/spike

omg. what a question. literally i havent thought about tvd in years but it WAS the foundation of my teen years like. in the early-mid 2010s delena was my lifeblood like, one of the first fics i ever obsessively followed was a delena fic . what a moment . (shoutout to bourbon in your eyes, the fanfiction dot net era coffee shop au that was the world to me). i watched the never let me go motel kiss 80 times a day. it was such an era.

dksfjslkdf i probably wont have as detailed thoughts on tvd-btvs as someone who has seen vampire diaries more recently (i never finished the show actually -- though i did pop in for the series finale and i was very confused lmao. but i did have a good time). but just!!!! iconic of tvd to be like oh we can think of a plotline ummmm ok what did they do on btvs :))) julie plec icon status for that :))) they said ok everyone gets the gem of amara :))) they said weird btvs soul lore??? we will one-up you with the 'humanity switch' which doesnt totally mean anything and falls apart the moment u think about it for more than a second :))) also pls dont take this as me dragging tvd. i LOVE when tvd is bad and doesnt make sense. i think it's sexy and hot and praxis <333

ANYWAY djfklssjf the stefan-damon->angel-spike thing is so funny to me bc literally stefan being a ripper is SO. they said hey. hey sticky-uppy-hair first love interest??? who comes across as so effortlessly ~good~ yeah actually it's because he is fundamentally repressing a deep essential part of himself that will INEVITABLY lead to violence they said hey. hey let's talk about angel of galway's deeply fractured sense of self and how it leads to pain and danger for those around him. UGH!! icon shit!!!!! as for the damon - spike stuff . on some level it feels so funny to me to compare them bc it's like . okay james was one of the best actors in the buffyverse the things he did with her FACE AND VOICE AND BODY. and meanwhile i*n s*merhalder is like ... jenny nicholson vampire diaries video voice ... if you were a RACER you'd know what im talking about but youre NOT .... ... (not to say he is a Bad Actor just like,,, they are at such different levels and so are the shows that it feels odd doing a 1:1 comparison) that said!!!! i think both shows do that very fun thing of like :) oh oh oh he's less evil than he seems oh oh oh he actually loves and cares so deeply it's his fundamental trait :)))) oh oh oh the one who seems good maybe is not oh steven sondheim voice nice is different than good!!!! i also like that damon takes on spike-traits of just girlbestieism. remember when he hangs out with caroline's mom. remember when he and bonnie are besties. yeah that's spike-joyce and spike-willow prove me wrong :)))) anyway i just spent SO much time trying to find the right timestamp in that jenny nicholson video for that lightning mcqueen joke and it took up all my energy to keep talking about this but thank u so much i had fun :)))) anyway my delena era was also like. the era of my blog when i actually had a consistent tagging system so if u go to my archive it is still my third most common tag which i think is funny. #btvs rewatch ... she is coming for you .... ok bye!!!

wait no i thought of another thing which is that i think it's very sexy and valid that both btvs and tvd do the protagonist has now died and suddenly the ~bad boy~ (lmao that term) is the one who fundamentally understands her. like buffy returns from the dead and IMMEDIATELY locks onto spike like they See each other and it's like oh!! oh we are the same!! and tvd does a really similar thing with elena's post-vampirism relationship with damon, and i think it's kind of beautiful that they have that whole thing where it's like no it's not real love it's just the sire bond. but then it IS real love!!! she is different than the person she was and yet she is still HER and HER loves that guy!!!!!!!!! teeheee sounds familiar :)))))))) ok bye now for real

#ask #guys IMAGINE if i knew how to engage with brevity

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odysseywritings · 2 years

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An open tag from @avrablake for a Friday Kiss Tag, but it’s late, so it’ll be Saturday Smooching instead

(This will be an open tag also because I don’t know who all likes romance)

Haven and Reina practiced melee combat with their staffs, mimicking swordplay as constant thwacking was heard with each thud. Reina’s frame gave her reach and precision that kept Haven on defense. Meanwhile Haven’s strength and flexibility kept Reina on her toes with unpredictability. Calmness, saving stamina, and the right moment were key.

“Good form,” Reina said between breaths. “But in a real fight, you’d be diced.”

“So you say,” Haven said with an aggressive burst. “I always hold back against gorgeous enemies.”

Despite their physical shortcomings, they were getting better with striking and parrying. Both conserving energy to dodge and bide time to attack. Haven struck at her chest, and Reina deflected before it was too late. They ended with their staffs colliding a mere inch away from their faces. The two struggled as their faces approached closer. Even with visible struggling, there was a lightness for both, each feeling the other’s warm breath.

The details of their faces, the brightness of their eyes, the ferocity of their grimaces. The distance shrunk as the two could almost touch. They pulled away at once as Haven tried to look away and Reina composed herself.

“Really good match, yeah,” Haven said while rubbing his neck.

“Quite so,” Reina lowered her staff with a resigned slouch.

Haven tilted his head at her morose body language and approached her as his body cooled.

“Something wrong? You were great!”

“Haven...” she said with a soft sadness he rarely saw from her as she crossed her arms. “Are you uncomfortable being close to me?”

“Huh?! No, of course not! It just felt like a tie, so I called it.”

“You don’t need to play dumb. I saw your face turning away before you stopped. I didn’t think, after all this time, you still thought I was intimidating.”

“No! I mean it’s not you. I don’t know why I have a hard time with eye contact. But it’s with a lot of people when I get close and I’ve been working on it.” His voice softened as his heart began hurting. “Believe me, you’re definitely my favorite human.”

She rolled her eyes and smirked, feeling less offended, and her arms loosened. He moved closer to her as she relaxed.

“If anything, I keep thinking I was hard to look at, and I pulled away if my staring was too much. You were just really... dazzling.”

“Thank you... And you were fine. I’ve known you long enough to know you’re... well, you, when it comes to quirks.” Her features and body slowly perked back up as she shifted over to him. “I admit I also had trouble focusing. You looked dashing yourself.”

“Like a knight to his princess, huh? Then, my fair lady.” He gave a playful grin as he held her hand and said with a subtle change in tone despite his reddening cheeks and quickening heartbeat. “May I kiss you?”

Her eyes widened from the proposal but just as quickly was replaced by a gentle smile and a raised chin. “You may, brave one.”

The two bowed and curtsied with diffusing laughter. The anxiety drifting from both as they leaned in ans Haven closed his eyes first and cradled her waist. Reina followed and cupped his warm cheeks. Their tender, sweet lips joined and instantly the small and great worries of life flowed away. They stood like proud statues for what felt like years as everything around them blurred into an ocean of blue serenity. They ended the embrace with longing looks and Haven fought the instinct to look away however tough it was.

“You have beautiful eyes.” Haven cooed. “I need to remember that when I keep staring at your nose.”

Reina scoffed and flicked his own nose as he gave a cheeky smile. “Flattery will get you everywhere. Except winning in a sparring match. Round two?”

“Always.”

With less tension, the two resumed their staff duel with more fluid motions and calmer techniques. With some anxieties removed from their mind, free space now allowed for quicker footwork and fancier moves. Both moved like a weight rolled off their backs.

#starlight journey #haven #reina #romance #mywriting #njm

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sukirichi · 3 years

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like crashing waves

Love comes to you like waves crashing upon one another.

REQUEST. mutual pining au + best friends to lovers + breeding kink

CONTENT/WARNINGS. beach sex, unprotected sex, fingering, titty sucking, smut, nanami being a sweetheart <3 + the mandatory unedited note!

NOTES. thank you for requesting and joining the milestone event! I hope you like this <3

Your squeals echo as you run out of the car, arms flinging behind you with your best friend, Nanami, trailing behind you. His brows furrow upon seeing the familiar scenery of a light ultramarine sky, the sound of crashing waves calming upon his senses. His gaze falls on your waving form, figure jumping from the sand as you call out to him. Your smile is a lot brighter than the sun right behind you, and captivated, he follows your motions, his hands falling into the spaces between yours before allowing you to tug him closer to the beach.

“You brought me here,” he announces a little dazed, subconsciously gripping your hand tighter. “You remembered.”

“Of course I did!”

This isn’t just some regular beach. This is the place where the two of you first met when you were both little, awkward stubby legs running around the sand and scooping sand castles. As always, Nanami’s been more of a timid child, frowning at how you splashed on the water, uninterested with simpler tasks like the one he’s busy with.

When you see him silently enjoying himself, you trudge up to him. His hands immediately come up to protect his castle, having had his other friend Satoru kick and destroy them one too many times.

He’s surprised when you only gasp in awe, carrying your own plastic shovel and helping him build a bigger one afterwards. Your connection was natural – instantaneous.

Everything goes downhill from there. Despite living in another town, your family kept close contact, leading to you enrolling into Nanami’s middle school and staying solid all the way until he has to go attend Jujutsu High. He’s made it clear that he wishes to not be too attached to anyone or even get a wife, firm in his belief that he doesn’t want to hurt anyone by leaving a loved one behind. You, though? He makes an exception for you.

You’re his best friend and everything more, the one who pulled him away from being a salary man and telling him he could be capable of doing something wore instead of just fattening his bosses up while he does all the hard and honest work.

Nanami isn’t...cynical, per se, but he has a painfully honest outlook in his life while you’re more of the type to enjoy the little things, claiming that it’s never a sin to be happy despite the darkness looming. He’s been so used to you being a lot brighter and more cheerful than him, total opposites, really, that when the tables have turned and you’re the one holding his face as you scold him to save people and be the hero he is, he can’t really find it in himself to refuse.

Until now, he’s surprised you’re taking his profession extremely well. You never once blinked when he told you about his abilities and even takes away a fly head off your shoulder once, jumping in his arms instead to thank him.

He wonders how he ever came lucky enough to find someone like you, one that he actually cherishes more than he values the rules he’s set to keep himself in line.

Nanami doesn’t get the chance to think any more when you start stripping in front of him, your bubbling laughter syncing perfectly with the lapping of waves when you fling your clothes at him. He regrets ever letting you meet Gojo; you’re naughty, but never this pressing. His glare is half hearted as you run straight to the beach, however, and the blond man sighs.

His birthday was planned perfectly down to a tee. He’ll invite you over to celebrate, spend the silence and read books with you, have coffee, cuddle, and call it a day.

You had other plans in mind the moment you barged into his room though, dragging and pushing your friend all the way inside your car. His queries are silenced by the blasting radio, the man leaning back in his seat as his fingers tap against his thigh, wondering what you had in mind. There’s never really any telling with you and your spontaneous habits, so he just closes his eyes, allowing his blond hair to be swept away by the wind.

The last thing his wildest dreams could ever imagine is you taking him right back where everything started, his hands deft and careful as he unbuckles his belt. His cheeks tints a little because you never gave him the chance to pack, save for you throwing in hoodies and random underwear into a duffel bag.

Nanami folds both your clothes on the sand, shivering a bit from the chilly liquid. He glares at you once more with a tired sigh, about to ask how you have so much energy after driving for four hours straight when you splash water on him.

He is silent in comparison to your mocking laughter, waddling all around him until you’re whisking the water at every direction of his body.

Nanami stands there still like a statue, eyes closed to prevent the saltwater from hurting him, his hair sticking to his skin. His muscles are tense the whole while, preventing himself from just reaching over – not yet, anyway – for you were still too far away. But your guard is lowered, forgetting for a moment that your best friend is a jujutsu sorcerer and he’s spent years honing his senses until he’s mastered them to the extremity of his capabilities.

As your laughter grows closer, the splashing turning harder as it pads against his skin, Nanami opens his eyes and grabs you by your wrist hard.

You let out an ‘oop’ when he effortlessly pulls you into his chest, your forehead knocking against the solid muscles of his chest. “Ow!” you rub your forehead, lips formed into a pout and about to complain when your eyes snap wide open, the first thing in sight his pecs. Clearing your throat, you try to push yourself off him, suddenly completely aware of his warmth and his other hand sliding down your hip, lower, lower, and lower. “Nanami—”

“Having fun?”

His voice is low, a tinge of warning behind his words. Guiltily, you glance down at your wrist wrapped around his large, bony hand, noting the size and strength difference between the both of you.

You don’t want him to see you’re flustered – even if it’s painfully obvious already – so you snicker up at him, tilting your jaw upwards until he’s looking down straight at you. Nanami cocks an eyebrow in challenge, awaiting what snarky response would leave your lips when you smirk, using your free arm to splash on him one more time.

Nanami reels back when the water shoots straight in his eyes. Okay, you have to admit that maybe that was a little mean, but you’re having so much –

You’re immediately hoisted up into his arms, the water sliding off your body and the ground slipping off your feet. Panic rises in your system when you’re lifted off the seafloor, hands desperate and slippery as you cling onto his broad shoulders. “N-Nanami!” you protest, clinging to him like a koala when he only smirks, walking farther until he’s reached a spot he knows you can’t reach. “Hey, that’s cheating, put me down this instant!”

“Do you really want me to do that?”

Nanami knows you’ve surrendered to loss when you huff, leaving you with no choice but to wrap your legs around him tighter, nails subconsciously gliding down his back. He stiffens at your movements, brows furrowed as he ponders if bringing you here and rendering you helpless really is the best idea.

You’re pressed so close to him until space becomes nothing but a myth, your breathy intake of air wafting into his ear like bait. Nanami tightens his hold on your grip a bit, his swallowing audible at the feeling of your breasts pushed and flicking against his chest.

Fuck, of course you’re wearing your best bikini.

Nanami tries to push those lewd thoughts at the back of his head, drilling into his mind that you’re his best friend and you’re untouchable. He opts to stare beyond the horizon instead, train of thought too distracted of not letting himself be distracted by you that he doesn’t notice you pulling away to look at him.

He’s brought back to life when your wet palm caresses his cheek, thumbs smoothed over his cheeks. Nanami’s gaze flickers back to you, a sigh on his lips as he presses closer, daunting enough to leave a kiss on the crook of your palm.

That snaps something inside you.

You take his breath away – literally – as you cup his cheeks with both his hands, panting as you dove straight to his lips. Nanami’s reaction comes like reflex, both hands cupped under your ass as he meets your kiss with the same hunger and longing that has always been blossoming between the both of you the moment you both knew what love meant like.

Nanami’s groans are masculine and low when you begin to grind down on him, teasing as you push your breasts harder against his chest. Your nipples are hard enough that he feels the pebbled buds grazing across his chest, the sensation sending blood rushing to his cock.

He pulls away, cock swelling harder when he sees you all breathless with lips bruised. There’s something about knowing he’s the cause of you nearly falling apart like this, his mind wandering off a dangerous path at the fantasy of what you’d look like if he does something more.

The voice at the back of his head is responsible to keep him in his reigns, something he’s more than thankful of; otherwise he’ll completely ravage you senselessly at this moment.

“Do you really want our first time together to be out here in the open?” he rasps with short, quick pecks while you whine in his arms, the desire for that something more an aching and almost painful image on your face. “Won’t you like it more if we’re behind closed doors...” he brushes a thumb on your lip, coaxing your lips to part for him obediently. Nanami clenches his jaw when you eagerly suck at his thumb, your eyes dark and hazy with lust as you swirl your tongue around his digits. “...and I’d get to do whatever I want with you?”

“Are you going to hold back if we’re here?” you tease, popping his thumb off with a loud and wet pop. “It’s kind of romantic, don’t you think? The sun is setting behind us and it’s just the two of us anyway,” your words are breathy, panted and needy in its manner of delivery. Really, you can’t think straight anymore, not when his fingers are grazing over the swell of your ass and his face is bathed by the golden glow. Right now is perfect. “I just really want to be with you.”

You shudder when Nanami finally tugs your underwear to the side, the feeling of his fingers smoothing over your inner thighs and just hovering right where you want him to be enough to make you go crazy. You’re shaking, panting, almost crying.

Who knows how long you’ve wanted him – you’re simply too impatient if he plans to take his time with you.

A demand is ready to fall from your lips to just get him to take you already, but Nanami beats you to it, his pointer finger grazing against your slit. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promises, gritting his teeth the moment his thick, long finger sinks into you beautifully. Your head falls back in a moan as he pumps his fingers inside, testing the waters, and your pleasure is only amplified with the struggle of him trying to quicken his pace under the sea. “You’re so wet already.”

“Shut up, I-I wasn’t—”

“You’re beautiful,” Nanami growls, taking you by surprise when he takes two fingers to spring the knots of your top away. You gasp when your top slides off at the curve off your breasts before your erect nipples are revealed all for him, hard and swollen while he inserts another finger in your heat.

Clutching harder on his shoulders and bouncing yourself off on his finger, Nanami’s self control is tethering dangerously across the edge.

He leans down to suck at your breasts dutifully, fighting against the water that’s surrounding you both. “You’re extremely beautiful,” he praises, “Thank you – for letting me have you this way, for trusting me,” An elongated groan falls from both your lips when he sinks you down on his cock, your heat a great and mind-numbing contrast to the chill of the water. “I think you’re the best birthday gift.”

“Always so romantic, Nanami,” you managed through a laugh, allowing him to fuck into you senselessly. You’re all over him, hands wrapped around his neck, fingers tugging at his hair and tongue swiping out to taste the saltiness of the water on his skin. He’s amazing, so fucking good, and you snap your eyes shut while the soft, crashing waves match the rhythm of his thrusts. “No one could blame me for falling for you.”

“You are?” he grasps your ass until he squeezes it hard enough to make your walls clamp down on him, your grunting muffled by the teeth nibbling his earlobe. “Do you love me?”

“For so long.”

Nanami smiles even if you can’t see it, but it doesn’t matter. He’ll just have to show you, make you feel the words and emotions weighing heavily at his heart. Nanami leans sideways to capture your lips in a wet kiss, hands heavy and harsh compared to his passionate kisses as he keeps bouncing you up and down his cock. He’ll just have to show you.

“I’ll make up for the lost time then.”

You’re wearing your favourite hoodie of Nanami’s as you stand before the counter, stirring both mugs with your hands wrapped around it to warm you up. After your lovemaking session that has turned into more than two rounds, you’re downright spent, the both of you too tired to drive back home and opting for a hotel instead.

The aroma of coffee along with Nanami’s scent lingering on his clothes brings a smile to your face, your heart and skin still fluttery from today’s event.

Just then, strong arms wrap around your waist, soft lips coming down to press at the apples of your cheeks. You giggle in his arms as Nanami sways you both side to side, his head resting on your shoulder.

“I love you,” he announces quietly, so softly and tenderly as if it’s a secret only you’re allowed to know. You already became aware of his feelings – he’s shown it enough – but hearing it come from his own lips feels different.

Growing up, you always believed that love would come to you rapidly, overwhelmingly. But as Nanami swoops down to kiss you once more, his lips tasting faintly of the cake you both got on the way, you realize love is more like the soft crashing waves that comes gradually, slowly, yet constantly until you’re surrounded and it consumes you whole. It buds and grows larger until the crashing waves expand into an ocean of feelings that can’t even comprehend the depth of what you feel him, and you kiss him hard, embrace him hard – you just want to show him.

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allegra-writes · 3 years

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"Treacherous"

"Hopeless romantic" part II, can be read as a stand alone.

Previously | Next

Dark!Billy Russo x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Somnophilia, rape/non-con, non consensual drugging, kidnapping.

MY MASTERLIST | BUY ME A COFFEE,

"Two headlights shine through the sleepless night

And I will get you, and get you alone

Your name has echoed through my mind

And I just think you should, think you should know

That nothing safe is worth the drive

And I will follow you, follow you home"

Treacherous - Taylor Swift

Billy had one mission: To get you into the van and get out of the city, to the private heliport where the chopper was ready to take you both out of New York, preferably without being stopped by the police, but he was a flexible man.

Besides, he thought, watching his leg bounce of its own accord, a little confrontation might help him burn some of the nervous energy he seemed to be overflowing with. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt such an adrenaline rush, the thrill of finally having you on his back seat, all pretty and tied up like a present, so close to being his forever, easily rivaled the ones he used to feel before particularly high-risk battles back with Cerberus.

Only this time, it was better, because he wasn't doing it for money, or the promise of rank and status and luxury and all that shit Orange used to lure him in with. No, this time he had a much, much sweeter reward to look forward to...

He liked his lips in anticipation, sneaking a peak at your sleeping form in the rearview mirror. You were a vision, your skin, your hair, the way your lips parted invitingly… He cursed silently, feeling his cock stir inside his pants. Even in your sleep you were the perfect temptress. You made him weak just by breathing, just by existing. He had just had you less than an hour ago, how could he want you so badly again so soon?

Soon, he told himself. Soon you'd both be out of this god forsaken city, out of this god forsaken country that hadn't appreciated what he had done for it nearly enough. Away from the so-called friends that had betrayed him, that wanted to keep you from him…

You had been the one to come to him first, after all, back when he was still hurt and afraid, confused and alone at the hospital, his brain so jumbled up he had thought he was still in Afghanistan, that the mission had gone wrong and you were nursing him back to health, like you always had done. You had disobeyed the officer's rules of no touching, putting your warm little hands on his shoulders, kissing the top of his head above the bandages, showing him the first sliver of humanity he had gotten since he had woken up. The smell of your hair had gotten him hard that very first day, chamomile and honey, your favourite shampoo, like liquid sunshine. He had thrown a fit that day when the nurses had tried to change his bandages because he didn't want to lose your scent, the only trace of you he had.

But now he had you whole, completely to himself, and the thought alone was enough to make him wild.

He shook himself, trying to focus on the task at hand, on the drive. But his destination was so close, and there were still a couple hours to go before his helicopter departed…

Billy chanced another look at the rearview mirror, to find your dress had ridden up your legs invitingly and your nipples were hard, straining against the light fabric in the cold night air, since, in his haste for leaving your apartment, he had failed to remember a jacket to cover you up.

"Shit"

The car swerved as he snapped. He parked right there on the side of the deserted street, vaguely thankful of how empty the warehouse district was so late at night, but knowing full well he wouldn't have given a fuck if he was in the middle of the fifth fucking avenue.

You have no impulse control Dr. Dumont's voice resonated in his head as he climbed into the back of the van, and it was all he could do before his hands were on you, hungerly caressing every inch of you he could reach.

You didn't even stir, still deeply asleep, blissfully unaware of the monster hovering above you, unhinging his maw, about to swallow you whole.

Billy, on his part, had just enough self awareness to register, somewhere inside the mess it was his mind, that something wasn't quite right with him. That he should be feeling like a creep, with his hands on your skin, tracing paths up and down your naked legs, easing your skirt up your thighs while you laid unconscious in his arms, powerless to stop him…

He didn't.

And so, he didn't stop, flipping your skirt over, hooking a finger around the crotch of your underwear, moving it to the side untying the two little bows that kept the straps of your dress in place, his heart thundering beneath his ribs at having you completely helpless and vulnerable, exposed in everywhere that mattered, the streetlight outside casting just enough clarity inside the van for him to have a clear view of his stolen, precious prize.

He spread your knees to make room for his on the seat, and undid his zipper, the sound almost deafening in the quiet of the night. Taking himself out of his pants, he moaned in relief at the first stroke of his own hand, you had made him so hard it was painful. He thought he could come just like that, just watching your gorgeous tits rise and fall with every breath you took, he could paint white ribbons all over your chest, smear himself all over your skin, but what a waste that would be, when he had your tight little pussy right there for him to use and abuse, to fill up until you were dripping with him.

Billy used his free hand to open your legs further, marveling like always at how soft, how delicate the skin of your inner thighs was. He wanted to rub his whole face against it, bask in the smooth texture, fall asleep there, between your legs…

Soon, he repeated to himself. He would have time for that, and so much more. But for now, he contented himself with guiding your leg until it fell off the seat, give himself enough room to lean down and spit on your pussy, letting go of himself to spread the moisture over your tiny seam. He knew you were still probably loose enough from your earlier fucking, and wet enough inside from the remnants of his come, but he didn't want to accidentally hurt you.

At least not too much.

He played with your pussy, circling your pearl, tracing first one of your outer lips, then the other, only to finally separate them, using his fingertips to keep you open as he spat on you again, letting his saliva trickle inside.

He crawled up your body, one hand next to your head, bracing himself, the other guiding himself, aligning his cock with your entrance. Billy pushed forwards and suddenly he was diving, sinking, falling into you, a wounded, almost inhuman sound leaving his mouth at the feeling of your silky, hot, wet insides enveloping him, swallowing him whole.

"My little bird" He whispered against your lips, free hand clutching your jaw, keeping you in place, "You feel like fucking Valhalla"

Only then did he noticed your scrunched face, the sign of your discomfort, but your walls fluttered around his cock, as if sucking him in, trying to get him deeper into you, so he obliged, pulling back just a little, barely an inch, only to thrust back in, impaling you on his cock as far as he could go.

Your sharp inhale was unmistakable, and he felt a surge of strange pride. He had always known you struggled just a little to accommodate him, that he was just on the edge of being too big for you. Now he felt as he was tearing your tight little pussy in half, that he could break you with just his cock and wasn't that the strangest power trip of his life?

He started rocking inside you, muffling your little groans with his lips, cradling your face as he murmured soothing words,

"Shhh, it's ok princess… it'll get easier… you're doing so good for me… always so good for me"

Soon, you were slick enough he was able to move faster and harder, snapping his hips against you, free hand coming up to squeeze at one of your breasts, hard, index finger pushing your nipple down. He knew that had you been awake, you would have screamed, bated his hand away.

He chuckled,

"I could get used to this… fuck you in your sleep every night… make you my little fuckdoll…"

You were starting to breathe harder, stirring in your uneasy sleep, the softest sounds leaving your slack mouth.

"You like that too, don't you?.. want me to use you, fill you up with my come…"

You arched against him, muscles locking, tensing up. Fuck, were you about to come? In your sleep, while he violated your body, just from his cock? You were, he could feel your walls closing around him, squeezing him so exquisitely… such an exquisite little fuck doll he had. He plunged his tongue into your mouth, another one of your holes perfectly opened and unguarded, his for the taking, just as he felt you shatter under him.

But he kissed you too hard, too long, long enough for your lips to turn blue, and your lungs to burn, a rush of adrenaline kicking in to keep you alive. Dislodging from Billy's hold, you gasped for air.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, princess" He apologized, gathering you in his arms, manoeuvring you till he was sitting up with you straddling his lap, "There. Now I won't smother you…"

He could see the confusion in your glassy eyes, the way your brain, sluggish with drugs, tried to piece the jumble of memories together. Your gaze fell to your hands, still tied together by the black zip tie. Billy slid inside you right on time to see you finally make sense of the situation, to see the terror setting on your eyes. You tried to struggle in his embrace, but your limbs were too heavy, too weak for you to be able to do much more than land a few ineffective slaps against Billy's chest.

His hand came up to tilt your chin, forcing you to look at him as he admonished you.

"None of that now. You gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you..."

You fought to make your voice work, your tongue too swollen to properly bend around the words, but you managed to croak a slurred "No…"

Billy ignored you, arm snaking around your back, slowly beginning to move your body on his cock as effortlessly as if you were weightless.

Up and down, up and down...

The drag of his large cock against your insides sending involuntary sparks of sensation up and down your spine.

Up and down, up and down…

He was measured in his movements, punishing, making you feel every ridge, every vein on his engorged shaft.

Up and down, up and down…

He was trying to prove a point, even as he wondered if you would be able to understand it, much less remember it, out of it as you were.

Up and down, up and down...

You whimpered, still trying to push him away from you.

"... Let me go" you begged, pitifully. Billy simply hugged you closer.

"Never" He breathed against your cheek, "I'm never letting you go. You're mine. Mine to have, mine to love, mine to fuck…"

"N-no…"

Up and down, up and down, faster, faster…

"You are" he dipped his head, biting into the soft flesh at the top of your breasts, "These tits are mine. This pussy," He emphasized with a particularly hard thrust up, "is mine…"

You tried to break the embrace once again, you needed to escape, needed to put some distance between you, because your skin prickled anywhere it touched his, but he was too strong.

Up and down, up and down, faster, harder...

He was breathing hard against your neck, panting, and groaning, making you shiver in his arms. You hated it, hated the way you couldn't help the goosebumps breaking on your skin, the new wave of moisture coating his cock.

"Yeah, just like that, princess… give it to me"

Up and down. Up and down, harder, harder...

You cried out.

"Come for me, baby girl… come for me again" Billy smiled up at you, all predator, a shark. A beautiful monster fucking up into you, forcing your pleasure out of you against your will. You tried to break through the fog, fighting the drug. Frank. Curt. Your friends. Your life. Billy wanted to take all that away from you.

"Did you know you came for me? In your sleep, just now… my little cockslut, craving my cock even unconscious…"

You tried to shake your head, but it just lolled back, bearing your neck to his hot, wet tongue.

Up and down, up and down, up and down…

Billy was thrusting up in earnest now, bouncing you on his lap, spurred on by the chorus of sighs, of "Uh, uh, uh" you didn't even notice making their way out your lips. There was a pang every time the tip of his cock hit your cervix, bruising you inside. Your eyes rolled back inside your head, your mind too overwhelmed by the mixture of pain and pleasure Billy was mercilessly forcing on you. You could feel it building despite yourself, the orgasm he demanded, stringing you taut, curling your toes. Billy pushed your body down, hips snapping up, growling his release, cock pumping his hot seed deep inside you and you finally snapped coming with a pained scream Billy echoed with one of his own at having you clutch his sensitised shaft.

You fell forward, and he caught you, enveloping you with both his arms, placing sweet, reverent kisses on top of your head, your eyelids, your cheeks. Only then you realized he was kissing your tears away.

"Shhhh… it's ok, baby girl. I got you now"

You sobbed. Billy's arms tightened around you. "Did you feel that? We came together, do you know how rare is that? It means something"

You wanted to scream at him that it didn't, that it was just timing. You wanted to lash out, push him away, punch him, something. Anything.

Anything but fall asleep in your kidnapper's arms, lulled by his smell, by his warmth, the low gravel of his voice…

Billy felt the exact moment you relaxed onto him, feeling his heart swell, aching with tenderness. His little bird, his princess, right in his arms where she belonged.

He would burn down the world before he let anyone take you away from him.

He kissed your temple one more time. You didn't know yet, didn't realize, but he would make you see, he would make you feel it.

"I know it means something…"

Next part

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lilahisntsadanymore · 2 years

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The Marauders meet an intriguing girl and make a bet about her, which can be easily solved by Remus asking her on a date.

I really wanted to make it spicy at the end, but I'm afraid I'd mess it up :( I got a little carried away with the kissing scene though lol

Pairing: Remus Lupin x vampire!reader

Reader pronouns: she/her

Words count: 3.1k

Tw: "explicit" kissing at the end

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My crush is a vampire

Y/n had no idea where to go. She was lonely. It was late March, the spring had started, but it was very cold this year. One of the coldest springs Y/n had ever seen. Although she didn’t have to worry about freezing to death, she did worry about freezing into a statue.

The girl’s all belongings could fit in a backpack. All the things that surprisingly didn’t burn down with her house were some clothes, few galleons and some sickles. Y/n didn’t even have her wand, there was no time to search for it.

The woods and caves could be good places to hide, but not for a long time. Y/n had to find some normal place, even for only few days. She remembered words she heard from professor Dumbledore back when she attended Hogwarts.

Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it.

It was the time to test if he was being honest. Y/n needed to find a way to contact him, she heard that now he was the headmaster. Unfortunately, the girl didn't have an owl to send him a letter, so she decided to visit him.

"Name and reason." Filch asked in his usual harsh, demanding tone.

"Private business, the Minister of Magic himself sent me here." Y/n lied. Filch didn't seem to recognize her, which was good for her.

"Name."

"Ursula Minchum, the Minister's niece. Let me in, or I'll make sure you'll get a holiday 52 weeks per year long."

"I'm sorry, but I cannot let you in. I don't know, what kind of business would the Ministry have at 8pm."

Without a goodbye, Y/n walked away. It was the time for another plan. She turned into a bat and flew inside the castle. Should have done it earlier, she thought.

Hogwarts might have been wizard-proof, but it surely wasn't vampire-proof. Y/n could easily fly into the headmaster's office in her bat form.

"I expected you here, Y/n." The old man said. He said, not even looking at the girl. His sight was buried into some papers on his desk. "Haven't seen you in a while."

"How did you know it's me, professor?" Y/n asked. It wasn't a surprise, Dumbledore had always been... like that. But it was a good conversation starter.

"Everyone knows what happened a week ago in your village-"

"They're so cruel." Y/n interrupted him. "Tom never liked me, firstly he was the reason I became... this," Y/n sighed, Dumbledore knew the story and he knew how much Y/n hated the vampire she became, "and now his people tried to burn me. This backpack is all I have, I don't know what to do. Please, help me."

It was a tough situation, but Dumbledore found a solution almost immediately. He instructed Y/n to go to Hogsmeade, where a woman named Rosmerta was supposed to wait for her. He sent her an owl right before Y/n walked away.

Unfortunately, Y/n had to walk all the way to the village, because she was losing much energy in the bat form. To make the walk shorter, she took a quicker way, the "less official one".

Y/n looked at the willow tree as she walked by it. She was warned to not get too close, because it was a whomping willow, which would whomp her off of her feet in seconds.

Ironically enough, the girl was whomped off of her feet, although not by any kind of a tree. When she looked up, she saw a bunch of teenage boys.

"We're so sorry," said one of them, adjusting his glasses.

"No, that's okay. I mean, my fault." Y/n replied, a bit in shock. She got up from the ground and scratched her neck nervously. "I'm the one who should be sorry, I stood in your way."

She looked at the boys, her eyes stopped for a longer moment on the tallest of them. He had dirty blonde hair, but that wasn't the thing that caught the most attention. Y/n noticed a few scars on the boy's face.

Suddenly, some weird smell reached Y/n's nose. It was familiar, an image of a dog popped up in her mind. The girl looked around. Since when did Hogwarts allow dogs as pets?

"Do you guys have a dog around here?" A question escaped her mouth.

"What?" The other boy with longer hair said, a hint of nervousness in his voice. "Why would we-? What makes you think that?"

"Just...nothing."

Y/n haven't been spending much time with normal people during the past few years. She forgot they don't have that sensitive senses.

"Hey, I gotta go." She changed subject. "Sorry again for making you bump into me."

"Wait," the boy with the glasses stopped her just as she was about to get walking, "I'm James, this is Sirius, Remus and Peter."

As he introduced his friends, he gestured at each one of them. The boy with longer her was Sirius, the one with scars was Remus and the last one, the shortest one, was Peter.

"Nice to meet you." Y/n said. It wasn't nice to meet them, it was, well, neutral, but that's what you're supposed to say. Isn't it?

"What's your name?"

"And what are you doing?" Sirius chimed in. "It's late. And I don't think we've seen you before."

"I'm Y/n. I was just visiting a friend. I really need to get going before it gets too dark." Y/n put an emphasis on the word really.

After this short conversation, she rushed to the village, making sure the boys aren't following her. They seemed nice though, Y/n hoped to meet them again.

Remus seemed shy, but Y/n thought that's cute. When their eyes locked, she felt a feeling she never felt before. She wished that she could try to get to know him better, but it wouldn't be a good idea. She couldn't hide from him the fact that she's a vampire and why would anyone want to date someone like that?

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"...and here you can sleep. It's not a 5 star hotel, but it's cosy."

"Thank you. Although I must assure you I have money for only one, maybe two nights."

"Oh, don't worry about that. I want to hire you, so you could stay here. Albus wrote me everything about your situation in the letter."

"Really? You're willing to trust someone like me?"

"Why not? What matters is what's in your heart, not in... your mouth."

"My heart's dead. Literally."

"That's okay, we'll find you something to do around here."

That was the conversation Y/n had with Rosmerta the first time Y/n stepped her foot in the Three Broomsticks. She didn't expect the woman to be this kind, Rosmerta didn't have to be this kind. It made Y/n so happy. Someone finally trusted her enough to hire her.

Honestly, it would be enough for Y/n to just have a bed to sleep in and food to eat, she didn't need more. The fact that she was actually getting paid made everything so much better.

Y/n's job was to clean around the pub and buy necessary ingredients for foods and drinks. That was the best option for someone with fangs. Rosmerta was risking enough just by having Y/n there, people would stop coming to the Three Broomsticks if they knew that a blood drinking monster works there.

"Hello there, love."

Y/n heard a familiar voice when she was cleaning one of the tables. It was Saturday, so the place was much more crowded, since the students were allowed to go to Hogsmeade during weekends.

The girl looked up and saw the same four boys she bumped into a few days before.

"Hi." She replied shortly, looking away. She panicked internally, what was she supposed to do now?

"How's it going?"

"Fine."

"Welcome, boys," Rosmerta rescued Y/n, joining the conversation, "please take a seat."

The boys sat at the table Y/n had just cleaned. She was nervous, she didn't even know why. Her hands were shaking, causing a fork to fall off of a plate she was carrying.

Y/n bent down to pick it, but quickly cursed under her breath. The fork was silver. The girl put a hand in her pocket, searching for a tissue, but Rosmerta was quicker. The woman helped Y/n pick up the fork, giving the girl an assuring smile.

"Ready to order?" Rosmerta asked the boys after Y/n walked to the kitchen. "The same as always?"

"Yes, please. You know us so well, Rose." Sirius said with a flirty smile.

When the woman walked away, the boys engaged in a conversation. Sirius put his hands with intertwined fingers on the table.

"So," he said, "what are the bets?"

"Bets on what?" James asked curiously. If there were any bets to make, he was very eager to do it.

"On what's wrong with that Y/n girl."

"Why would something be wrong with her?" Peter joined in.

"She was acting so weird when we first met. Visiting a friend? Late in the evening? And now she barely talks and can't pick up a fork."

"Sirius, she might be just shy and awkward." Remus chimed in.

"Oh yeah, and you're the one to know the most about it."

Remus looked down and started fiddling with his fingers in his lap.

"I say she works for You-know-who." James announced, giving Sirius a challanging stare.

"Is that the best you can come up with?" The long haired boy laughed friendly. "My theory is that she is a muggle criminal, hiding in the wizarding world."

"Muggle my arse! How does that explain her weird behavior?"

"Well, she's just awkward." Sirius gave Remus a nudge to the arm.

"Yeah, maybe let's just say she's a vampire." Peter chuckled.

"That's a very good theory, Wormtail!" Sirius lightly slapped the surface of the table with his hand excitedly. "It would be very unlucky for Moony though."

"What do you mean?" Remus looked at Sirius, blushing.

"Don't act like you don't know. We seen the way you looked at her. It would be tough for you to date her, considering your furry little problem."

"Oh, shut up."

"I'm just kidding! It's more possible that she's a deatheater than a vampire. Both aren't good news for you though."

"Padfoot!"

"I said I'm kidding."

Their little argue was interrupted by madam Rosmerta bringing their usual order - butterbeer. After James paid, they kept chattering. Sirius kept teasing Remus about his crush on Y/n.

"Do you know what'd be the best way to find out what's wrong with her?" Sirius asked, but his friends knew it isn't a question. "Remus asking her out."

The table went silent. Sirius, James and Peter were all looking at Remus, waiting for his response. He didn't look annoyed at all, but internally he was screaming.

"You know I won't do it." Remus furrowed his eyebrows. He put his hands on the table and leaned his head on them.

"Then how are we going to find out who wins the bet?"

"You can ask her out if you're so eager." He snickered. His friends could say he's clearly bothered.

"I don't-" Sirius was going to decline, but then thought about it, "fine, I'll do it."

A mischievous smile was visible on Sirius' face when Y/n walked up to their table to pick up the pint glasses.

"Hey, Y/n, can I ask you a question?" The boy spoke, looking into Y/n's eyes.

"Mhm." Y/n replied, still remembering not to talk much in this lighting.

It was no problem in the dark. But currently, her fangs would catch much attention.

"Do you have a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend? Or anyone else?"

The girl shook her head.

"Great! When do you finish work?"

Y/n's eyes wandered to the clock on one of the walls. It was currently 3pm.

"In four hours." It was the longest sentence she spoke to the boys since they'd entered the pub.

"Brilliant. Remus will pick you up around 8pm to give you some time to get ready."

Remus' eyes widened, this surely wasn't what he meant when he told Sirius to ask Y/n out.

"I told you to ask her out for yourself!" He panicked when the boys were on their way back to the castle.

"I am not the one who fancies her!" Sirius shouted, mimicking Remus.

"You fancy everyone, mate." James chuckled.

"I don't fancy everyone! I don't like you like that, for example."

"What about that one kiss-"

"We don't talk about what happens in Quidditch locker rooms!"

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A knocking filled Y/n's room when she was trying on diffirent clothes. The weather warmed up a bit, so she could wear her favorite sweater and jeans.

"Come in." She said.

Rosmerta didn't even walk in. She just opened the door and peeked her head inside the room.

"The Remus boy is asking about you, saying he is waiting for you."

"Tell him I'll be there in a minute."

"Going on a date?"

"I guess you could call it a date. It's kind of weird though. I'll explain later."

Even if Y/n was happy, she didn't know if it's a good idea. Remus didn't even seem like he wanted to go on a date.

Before walking downstairs, Y/n looked in the mirror. Not being able to see herself reminded her about her condition, casing the happiness to disappear.

What am I doing?, the girl asked herself.

What was she going to do if it worked? What if they got along? There was no way to hide the fact that she's a vampire and there was no way he could accept her like this.

"Hello." Remus greeted Y/n when she finally appeared by the door. He weaved at her awkwardly.

"Hi." The girl answered with a light smile.

They walked outside. The sun had already set, although people were still outside, doing their usual things.

"The sky looks pretty." Y/n said, looking at the stars appearing on the sky. "So, where are we going to go?"

"I thought about having a walk around."

"Yes, let's do that!"

It wasn't just a walk. With every step they were feeling more and more as if they were meant for each other. It was like two souls finally finding one another after centuries of wandering.

After an hour, they sat on a small hill on the grass. They were so close, it would make other people uncomfortable. But not them. They felt as if they knew each other much longer than a few hours. Y/n felt very comfortable with Remus holding her hand and Remus felt very comfortable with Y/n leaning her head on his shoulder.

They sat in a soft, enjoyable silence. Hearing each other breathe was like honey to their ears as the noise of the village began to fade. They were quietly observing how the streets got more empty with each minute.

Y/n squeezed Remus' hand. She felt guilty, she needed to tell him the truth about herself. He was the first man to make her feel so special in just a few hours, he didn't deserve to be lied to.

"I need to tell you something." The girl stuttered shyly.

"What is it?" The boy asked. His good mood immediately disappeared and was replaced by the feeling of anxiety. Did he do something wrong?

"It might change your... opinion about me. You might want to cut me off. But no matter what, please, don't tell anyone else. Not even your friends."

"I promise I won't tell anyone."

Remus Lupin was good at many things and keeping secrets was one of them. People trusted him, because they knew their secrets would never escape his mouth.

"I- I am a monster." The girl confessed, her face full of worry. As much as she didn't want to say it, she knew she had to. Better now than later, when she gets more attached to Remus.

"What? What do you mean? You're lovely, you're so nice and kind and beautiful. We spent just a few hours together, but I enjoy being around you."

The boy didn't understand. So far, Y/n was the opposite of a monster. If anyone here is a monster, it's me, Remus thought. His heart started beating faster. What would she say if he told her he's a werewolf?

"Remus, I'm a vampire."

Remus' jaw dropped. How ironic. It explained everything. Y/n smelling a dog when Sirius was around even though he turned back to human a few minutes before. Y/n not being able to touch the silver spoon. Y/n not wanting to talk much in the light. It all added up. Peter was right even if he was joking.

Y/n got nervous when Remus started laughing. If she wasn't dead, her heart would be racing. She had no idea why was he laughing. It wasn't funny, it wasn't a joke.

"Why are you laughing?" She asked.

"Because it's so ironic." Remus said, not feeling anxious anymore. "Y/n, I am a werewolf."

He knew she would understand. There was no reason to hide it, since she shared her secret with him.

Now it was Y/n whose jaw dropped. So many people to fall in love with and somehow it happened between a vampire and a werewolf.

"It could be a plot of a muggle romance book." The boy joked, putting an arm around Y/n.

"Romance?" Y/n questioned.

"Y-yes, I thought you're okay with it. I mean, that's what people go on dates for and-"

"Remus." She interrupted him, taking his chin in her hand and tilting his face so that they were looking at each other. "I am okay with it. More than okay."

Their faces were just inches apart as they looked straight into one another's eyes. They've found someone who understands them.

It was the moment. The right moment for a kiss, just like in a muggle romance book. Y/n put her soft lips on Remus' a bit chapped ones, but it didn't matter.

Remus leaned on the grass, pulling Y/n in so that she was on top of him, not breaking the kiss. Their tongues danced together, expressing how badly the both of them needed that closeness, that intimacy.

The heat rose in Remus' cheeks, he could feel the girl's fangs brushing his lips occasionally. Y/n swore she could hear his rapid heartbeat, thanks to her over-sensitive hearing.

"That was... something." The girl giggled with a smile on her face when she pulled away.

"Definitely something." Remus beamed, breathing heavily. Thousands emotions were flowing through his body, the good ones.

The rest of the date they spent on talking about their stories with occasional breaks for kisses. Y/n told Remus the whole story about how she was turned into a vampire and he shared with her his story about becoming a werewolf.

Even if both of the stories were traumatic, they felt safe enough around each other. When they were looking at the stars in the sky, embraced by one another's arms, the time stopped. Time didn't exist, what was important was the current moment that Y/n and Remus hoped would last forever.

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stuckysdumbbitch · 3 years

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sweet girl

summary: Daddy Sheriff doesn’t take no for an answer.

Pairings: dark!daddy!lee bodecker x little!reader

warning: 18 + content, murder, coercion, dub-con more of non-con, smut, mean daddy sheriff, slight rapist mentality in the way it’s written, overstimulation, cream pie, threat of prostitution

this is my first time using (you) instead of she, idk how i feel about this lmao.

masterlist (part two here)

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He preferred being tender with you, mostly because the way you preened and smiled at his words was the cutest sight he ever had, but also because it made things easier. Of course, he couldn’t always listen to you; not when his needs came first.

When he saw you for the first time, he was utterly confused. After shooting Leroy, he made his way down just as the door was opening. You opened the door carrying a basket of strawberries in one hand as your pretty yellow dress flowed in the wind, giving him enough time to hide.

“Daddy?” you called out, sensing the odd energy of the house. Lee listened to you from the kitchen, next to Bobo’s dead body. He got a glimpse of you; you looked young enough to be just out of high school and by the way you dressed you weren’t a hooker or a sugar baby. You were a looker, definitely.

“how could he even have a daughter?” The officer thought to himself, still staring at your furrowed brows while you laid the basket on the table and turned around. Your eyes caught him and he didn’t want to kill you. No, he could keep you.

With over an year on the basement, you’ve become his perfect little girl. Cooing you into a submissive little space triggered by mommy issues and an intense amount of punishments, he finally had a baby girl.

It made him feel better about himself, all those years of insecurities going to the trash when he had a girl with your hot body only for him, on your knees for him, behaving your very best. He also needed you for his image; the second rumors started forming about his marital status, he whipped out a young girl who he loved deeply to gain the town’s love.

One morning he woke you up with kisses, trailing from your bare chest down the nappy he set you in. He didn’t allow clothes for bed time in case he wanted to have some fun with your sleeping form, like he had done the night prior.

You whined as you felt his hand slip down the waistband, mouth pressing open mouthed kissed on your neck. Still sore from how he worked you the night before, you reached for his wandering hand trying to pry it off your sensitive nub.

He tutted at this, continuing his painful rubs. You whined again, trying to give him your best sad puppy look.

“Daddy,” you mumbled groggily, still wiggling off his grip non victoriously “it hurts, please don’t touch me.”

Lee managed not to roll his eyes at this. Plenty of times he had told you you weren’t in position of denying him, earning more than one spankings for doing so.

“But you are so wet puppy,” he contradicted, dipping a finger into your slit to prove his point. You were in fact dripping, but you didn’t wanted to tell him it was all from yesterday’s round.

“My pearl hurts,” you continued, and lee considered slapping a hand over your mouth and ignore you, but he kept his temper calm. He undid your pull ups, ignoring your words as he pressing more kisses to the soft roundness of your boobs.

He pulled his achingly hard dick out and remembered the time he took your virginity. You were so scared, but you behaved so well for him. He smiled, gazing into your eyes to place a sweet kiss on your nose before pushing in.

He let out a deep grunt when he finally sheathed himself completely into you, watching you shut your eyes tightly in pain. It burned, burned so bad. His thrusts were slow and somehow soothing, but you weren’t squeezing him and fluttering around his cock like he liked. You laid limp with your eyes screwed shut, not even a sweet whimper.

“You are usually so responsive,” he groaned, hands delving back into your clit “c’mon, sing for daddy.”

“m tired,” you grunted, feeling his hand reach down there again, “no! daddy please don’t-“

your sentence was cut short by a loud pornographic moan erupting form your sweet lips, created by a flick of his thumb over you.

“See Bunny?” he grinned at the way you were squelching around him “wasn’t really that hard.”

He ignores the tears that pooled on the pillow as your moans where making you unable to speak. You came around him quickly with a burning heat, with a string of cuss words leaving Lee’s mouth, and then he kept looking for his own orgasm.

“such a good fucktoy for Daddy,” he praised you while plummeting deep inside you; you were chanting his name even though it wasn’t clear if it was for more or if it was for him to stop.

He finally came in what felt ages, dropping his dead body weight onto you while his thick jizz blossomed into you. He pulled himself on his elbows, looking at your fucked out form.

“don’t know why you were fussing so much baby, you look good enough for another round,” he shrugged, finding a wet wipe to wipe the cum on your thighs. “Should leave you in Tecumseth for a night, get all those old men to get a bite of you,”

He chuckled at how your lower lip trembled and you nearly whimpered at his comment, making grabby hands for him. He embraced you in his thick arms after bringing you a warm bottle and placing a new diaper, not before placing some numbing cream on your lower region for the pain.

He kissed your face, hands wandering on the bruises on your bum. He punished you because some boys where following and catcalling you after going to the library, and you didn’t go immediately to tell him.

“You don’t ever say no to me again little miss,” he growled playfully, but not so playfully and you nodded quickly “will talk about your punishment later, just wanna cuddle with my bunny now.”

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