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goldenatreides · 1 month

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- training season -

[ paul atreides x reader ]

2.7k words, oneshot, smut, friends to lovers

summary: in a pinch, a dusty old weapons closet is just as good a hiding place as any.

content warnings: 18+ (minors shoo!) no use of y/n, all characters are over 18, f!reader, smut, religious imagery, mentions of violence, use of the Voice, implied consent, m/f pairing, fingering, PiV sex, semi-public unprotected sex, creampie, uhhhhh overuse of italics, gurney halleck jumpscare,

author’s note: you will pry my italics and religious imagery from my cold, dead hands. i need to be sedated. all feedback is appreciated and lmk if u find anything wrong, it’s my first time writing in a decade i think!! thank you to @earthshells for editing and teaching me about shrimping in bjj <3

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The clash of two blades resonates through the training room of Caladan.

Paul swipes at your side with his blade but you dodge, elbowing him hard in the ribs, catching him off balance. As you back away, he grabs your arm and pulls you down with him, pinning you against the ground; your face down on the cold stone floor, his legs straddling your back.

Your chest burns at the impact, flush against the floor. You feel his entire weight on top of you, heaving from exertion. His legs keep one arm locked at your side, under him, the other still caught in his grasp, pressed to the ground. Your blade scrapes against the stone.

“Do you yield?” His voice is much closer than you expect. His breath is close, tickling the back of your neck, too close, too warm—a shiver snakes down your spine.

(Why does it do that?)

Dark messy curls fall into your field of vision, some brushing the shell of your ear. A prickle against your jugular taunts you — his knife at your throat. Your shield buzzes with the contact.

(Ah.

He’s pressing it harder today than ever before.)

You make a small noise in answer, sound muffled by the ground.

Paul shifts his weight on top of you by sitting up, his legs still caging your back, knife at your throat. He relaxes the hand that holds yours bound.

(That’s new.)

Instead, Paul grabs a fistful of your hair at the back of your neck, lifting your head slightly. It hurts — but you can’t lie and say it’s… entirely unpleasant.

(Oh.

That’s new too.)

“Well?”

You can hear the teasing grin in his voice. Years upon years of training with him and still, he knows your left side is your weakest. But you’ll be damned before you give Paul the satisfaction of beating you for the third time in a row this week.

You wriggle slightly under him, testing his hold — why is he still clutching your hair? — and finding it looser than you expect, you rotate, using your free arm to lurch back and upwards suddenly, knocking him off you. You hear him land to your side with a thud and a surprised grunt, blade clattering to the ground.

Fingers curling around the hilt of your blade, you spin around, hooking your legs against his to trap him. Now, you straddle him, your knife pressing against his throat.

“What’s gotten into you today, Paul?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” he answers, still grinning.

His eyes are deadly, dark green.

Ignoring his choice to play stupid, you hiss: “Do you yield, Atreides?”

His holtzmann shield buzzes a bright red at his neck.

Your pulse buzzes too.

(Just the adrenaline.)

You want to wipe the smug grin off his face. He could have won so easily, you were distracted, why didn’t he?

Maybe he let his guard down too soon, or maybe — and you’ll never forgive him in this case — he’s going easy on you.

You feel the pinprick echo of his hands clutching your hair. A knot ties in your stomach, but you refuse to associate the two feelings.

(It must be close to lunch by now.)

Surely that must be it.

Paul laughs. It’s bright, airy — did your heart just skip a beat?

“Never.”

He reaches for his blade — that he shouldn’t have lost in the first place, he knows better than that — and as you lean forward to stop him, he uses your momentary distraction to free his other hand.

Which he promptly knots into your hair again, pulling you down by the back of your neck. Your legs slide out from under you against the slippery stone floor. Curse whoever built this castle.

Your own shield joins the buzzing, his knife finding your neck once more, yours still pressed against his, noses a hair’s width away.

His chest moves yours with each breath, every exhale waving strands of your hair that escaped his grasp.

You lie frozen above him for a moment or two. His eyes are so close you can count every individual lash, his pupils so blown you can see yourself reflected back at you.

Something about them is different today.

You’ve been staring at those eyes your whole life. Countless wishes cast on those same fallen lashes, gold flecks sparkling through a sea of forest green. You’ve seen them beam with childish mirth when you stole pastries from the kitchen, both your hands sticky from the bun you shared, giggling under a heavy oak table. You’ve seen them sorrowful and sullen, his under eyes as dark as bruises as he snuck into your room for comfort in the middle of the night after a bad dream, innocent adolescence.

Now, from so close, they’re dark, darker than you’ve seen—a raging sea, so bewitching it can drown you with no warning if you don’t tread with caution. You’ve caught glimpses of it before, in darkened hallways and after too many glasses of crimson Caladan wine, when he didn’t think you were looking—but never with such feverish intensity.

(Just the adrenaline.

He’s just caught up in the fight.)

Paul’s lips part slightly as his chest heaves up and down beneath you. You feel heat creeping into your cheeks, and a mirroring rosy blush dusts his high cheekbones. Few faint freckles dot his cheeks during the summer season and you see them now like clusters of little stars.

His eyes never leave yours, but his tongue darting out and slightly wetting his parted lips grabs your attention and you can’t help but stare. You trace your gaze along the dip in his cupid’s bow, the regal arch of his pointed nose, the cheekbones sculpted as if from marble of antiquity.

(Oh, Maker.

I’m staring.)

You cough to clear your throat from the thick silence that settles over the two of you, broken only by your mingled breaths. His mouth closes, lips curling into a coy smile as he sees you flush more under his stare.

“Something wrong?” his voice comes out husky, deeper than you’ve heard before. Why was the room suddenly so hot? The castle’s heating never worked so well.

You refuse to meet his piercing gaze again, mortified at the situation, desperate to look anywhere but at the boy below you. The boy —your childhood best friend, you remind yourself in an attempt to clear your head of whatever is happening—is different today.

(And whatever is happening is definitely not happening.

It’s just Paul.

He’s just messing with you.)

Still avoiding his eyes, you sit up, excuses already tumbling from your mouth—cut off by Paul tightening his grip on your hair, sending electric sparks tingling at the roots of your scalp.

Your breath hitches in your throat as his voice comes out not fully his own—distant, many echoing voices folding in his own all at once, commanding your undivided attention and acceptance:

“Look at me.”

Your stomach falls through the floor as your eyes snap to meet his. Maybe all those lessons he skipped to hang out with you were not so useless after all.

You feel every point of contact with him a thousandfold. His hand in your hair, yours on his chest, his toned waist between your ever-so-slightly trembling legs. His other hand drops his knife, and slides up to rest on your waist, lithe fingers delicately brushing the stitches of your clothing.

“Paul—” Your voice comes out more of a whispery mumble than you expected.

(Maybe the floor will open up and swallow me whole.)

The hand in your hair relaxes, and his palm slides down to the back of your neck, fingers light as a feather. They hook your jaw, cupping your cheek. You think you’ll suffocate under the weight of his gaze on you.

Paul breaks the stare first, his eyes clinging to your mouth.

His thumb gently traces the outside of your lips, teasing your bottom lip. You hope he can’t feel how your pulse thunders against your neck, your heart threatening to escape your chest at his very touch.

(He definitely can.)

Heavy footsteps echoing down the hallway outside break the spell and you both freeze in a moment of panic. A familiar voice calls out for Paul, as you jump off him and he scrambles to his feet.

He looks around the room quickly, and seeing an old and dusty weapons storage closet, he grabs your hand and pulls you into it, shutting the heavy door as quietly as possible behind him.

Not a moment too soon, as you hear Gurney Halleck’s voice coming from the training room.

“Paul?”

After a beat of silence, Gurney sighs in frustration and you hear the training room doors click as he leaves.

You and Paul breathe a sigh of relief. You’ve both skipped out on one too many tutors this week, but the consequences can wait until…later.

Your eyes adjust to the lack of light in the closet. In the inky darkness, you feel Paul standing in front of you, so close in the cramped space that with each breath his chest flushes against yours. He smells of cedar, of bergamot, of honey. Comforting. Familiar. Paul.

What the hell just happened in that training room? You’re not willing to break the heavy silence first. Neither is he.

Instead, he kisses you.

Your mind goes blank as you feel his lips, softer than a pillow, press against yours. The kiss is gentle, shy, nothing like the fierce training you were practicing earlier, nothing like the commanding voice of the Atreides heir.

(Oh, fuck it.

Maybe it is happening.)

As Paul starts to pull away, you open your lips and kiss him back—feverish, hungry, devouring—your heart hammering out of your chest.

It was as if a rubber band had snapped, releasing whatever was holding either one of you back. He deepens the kiss, and you melt into it—his lips crashing against yours, his tongue tracing against your own. He catches your bottom lip between his teeth and softly pulls, wrenching a deep moan from you that he stifles with his lips.

His hands find your waist and he pushes you back against the wall, lifting you up. You wrap your legs around his middle as he presses into you, his hips slotting perfectly between them.

The sudden movement sends a rack of old weapons crashing down, a cacophony of metal and plasteel, undoubtedly ancient and expensive, startling you both.

He pulls back from you for a moment and breathes heavily, both of you straining to hear if anyone noticed. As you relax, he presses his forehead against yours. A stray curl brushes your lashes. If someone were to find you here, like this, you’re both good as dead for the foreseeable future.

In the darkness, your labored breaths intermingling, his voice comes out as barely a whisper.

“Is this alright?”

Your head spins and you think if you don’t have him right now, immediately, you might die.

Instead of answering, you grab Paul’s face and pull him back in for a kiss. He moans into you, a deep guttural groan, rolling his hips forward, starving hands roaming against breathless skin.

Heat pools in your stomach as he continues to roll his hips against yours, his lips plush and addicting. You knot your fingers into his unruly curls, gently tugging and the groan that leaves his lips is more holy than a hymn.

(Maybe you could stay like this forever.)

He peppers desperate butterfly kisses along your lips, along your jaw, along the length of your neck. As he presses his lips to your pulse in the crook of your neck, you hear him chuckle as you feel the thud-thud thud-thud thud-thud of your racing heartbeat.

His hands fall from your waist to cup your thighs as he continues to kiss and nip at your neck, grazing his teeth along your pulse, leaving barely a mark. The heat between your legs only grows, electricity shooting upwards with every push of his hips. Even through the layers of cloth you can feel him against you and every cell in your body screams more, more, more.

Paul’s hand slides up your inner thigh, and grazes a sensitive spot through the fabric of your underwear. Instinctively, you arch into it, but he stops and pins your back harder against the wall until you can’t move an inch, trapped by his arms and his presence.

You know he’s grinning like a devil in the dark. You don’t want to wipe it away this time.

He toys with the waistband of your underwear, slipping a finger behind the fabric, teasing in lazy, languid strokes. You whine softly, unspoken begs for more of his touch that set your cheeks ablaze and your head whirling.

“What is it?” Paul asks, lips at your neck, kissing at a delicate spot right under your jaw.

“Please,” you groan.

His breathing is ragged as he continues toying with your waistband, a teasing finger occasionally traveling down between your legs.

You think you’re going to die waiting.

“Please what?” He’s toying with you, his voice laced with honey.

If you do die, you’re going to drag him to hell with you.

But in between bruising kisses, all you manage is a whimper that Paul swallows with his kiss.

“Use your words, my star.”

His lips trace the shell of your ear sending electric shivers down your spine. His teeth tug slightly at the lobe and the world echoes until the only thing left is him and his hands and his voice.

“I need you, Paul,” you breathe, the words leaving your mouth before you even think of them, pulled out by his Voice, “Please.”

A lithe finger finally slips under the fabric, pushing it aside. His thumb traces hurried circles around your clit, everything already slick from his relentless teasing.

He presses his lips to yours again, silencing his own groans. Just as the knot in your stomach starts to build, he slides a finger down your slit, and you sigh at the loss of his rhythmic movement.

But you don’t have time to voice your discontent—you feel him slide one of his long fingers inside you and you press into his touch. You don’t even have time to think before another finger slips in and you feel the slight burning stretch. Your head falls back against the cold wall as you pant, and his hands work in and out, chasing your pleasure.

You dig your nails into his back. His hand works faster and faster, and in between whispered curses and pleading prayers you find your release.

Through the haze of your high and waves of bliss, you’re vaguely aware of Paul’s belt buckle falling to the ground, somewhere. In the tangle of roaming hands, messy hair and skin plastered with a thin sheen of sweat, Paul’s shirt buttons come undone — likely by your doing — and your own soaked underwear gets lost in the dark — definitely Paul’s doing.

However, you’re very aware of every inch of Paul as he slides himself into you, your name falling from his lips like a prayer over and over again.

“You’re doing so good for me, my star,” Paul sighs into your ear, his hips flush against yours, fully inside. “You’re doing so well.”

With every thrust of his hips, you welcome the feeling of fullness as your nails rake down his back, leaving delicate red marks and half-moon indentations. Every push, he reaches a deeper part of you, his hands guiding your hips to meet him again and again, goosebumps covering your skin at his feverish touch.

Through half lidded eyes, you see his silhouette in the dark, tousled dark curls haloed by a sliver of light from the doorframe, strong shoulders and toned arms keeping you pressed against the wall even as his hips stutter in his desperate rhythm inside you.

He falters and you feel him twitch, consequences be damned, as he sinks completely inside you, hands bruising your hips and voice groaning as his own release catches up to him.

He looks almost holy this way, completely undone inside you, and whispering your name as if it can save him.

(Maybe it can.)

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hyuukais · 2 months

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Swan Song

Jeongin lived his life freely, indulging in peasantry parties and reckless acts. However, after a confrontation and strange encounter, he realizes that maybe his freedom can only come from saving a swan.

word count: 6.2k

genres: Prince!Jeongin x Swan Prince(ss)!Reader, strangers to lovers, angst, fluff, swan lake au

warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, drunk beomgyu, i fear i may have lost the plot a little,,,jeongin is ready to do anything for a stranger, villian jyp jumpscare, also the reader is called princess a few times by jyp while he’s being a creep but otherwise remains gn

author: heyyyy i’m so sorry it’s been like 8 months since my last post 😭 also i’m so so so so sorry that this request took so long 😔 i really hope you can still enjoy it 🙏

requested by @lwavander

Little can be heard over the masses filling the garden. Their chatter echoes off the tiered terraces. Jeers and cheers slur into the empty night sky, surrounding Jeongin in their halo of celebration. Friends and strangers alike have gathered in his honor. They’ve piled up in the fields of the castle to share their drinks and joy; cups clashing and always kept full. Merry music played and Jeongin’s companions pulled him through rounds of rigorous dancing. Song after song, Heeseung kept a hand glued to the young man, always pulling him back to the fray. It was truly a birthday fit for a prince, at least one like him.

Since he was young, Jeongin had heard all of the complaints. The disagreements of countless officials with the carefree outlook of the crowned prince. However, Jeongin had decided young that he would never let anyone else control his life; commonplace for those like him, those born and bred for societal perfection. In these moments, Jeongin relishes freedom’s delicious taste. The bittersweet burn of the finest wines settling on his tongue, the ache of his feet, and his heavy beating heart, he was never so alive.

He found a small reprieve from his friend’s clutches, looking down from the veranda lining the grounds. Watching peasant and noble alike rub shoulders and hold hands as they danced. The view brought a smile to his face as he took a sip from his goblet. A harsh slap to his shoulder splashed some wine up his nose, causing a cough. Expelling the stray droplets, Jeongin found the tight-knuckle grip belonged to a drunken Beomgyu. The shaggy-haired man reeked of alcohol and was almost unable to stand straight, instead pulling down on Jeongin. Liquid sloshed in and out of his own cup as he waved his hands around.

“Jeong~in!” His words were slow and slurred. “Wha’ are you doin’ all alone, Innie-hic? You shoul’ be dancing!” Then he’s tugging even harder on Jeongin’s arm. Yanking on his undershirt and nearly tearing the sleeve.

“Wow, wow, wow, Beomgyu! Gyu! I think-” It was nearly impossible to pry the fingers from his arm. “P-perhaps you should take a break.” It’s even harder to pull the cup from his hand.

Gyu’s whining is harsh on the ears, “Nooooo! No! I’s a party! Have fun!” He tries hard to twist away from the prince, thrusting the hand holding his cup high in the air and loudly proclaiming. “I drink for the prince! Prin’ Jeongin!”

A roar rose from the lawn. Music fell beneath the masses’ clamor. Crowds follow suit of his friend’s cheer, raising their cups with a unanimous shout. “For Prince Jeongin!”

The man felt his face flushing red hot. There was certainly a difference between being amongst the crowd and standing away with all of their eyes on him, calling out his name. He was flattered if not slightly embarrassed, managing a flustered smile as the cheers melted back into the music.

A very drunk lord still wobbling in his arms, Jeongin tried to steer him away from the railing. Instead, herding Beomgyu back into the castle. Walking along the terrace toward the doorway, the man whined and protested as best he could. His eyes couldn’t stay open and his boots skidded along the stones. Jeongin tried his best to keep Beomgyu upright as he led the way; his hands slipping under the weight. Finally squaring up to the grand wooden doors, he’s confronted with his next problem. How was he supposed to open them? Perhaps he could hunt down Heeseung to enlist his help. However, knowing the man, he was probably no better off than Beomgyu was. Suddenly, almost like a prayer was answered, the doors swung inward, scattering yellow shadows into the night. However, the illusion of a miracle quickly vanished as Jeongin came face-to-face with the Queen’s boiling stare.

His mother’s eyes bore down like hot coals, huffing smoke from her mouth with each seething breath. Jeongin felt his knees melting, withering in her stare.

“H-hello, Mother.”

Beomgyu stirred in his hold, eyes lighting up, “Y-our ‘ighness!” Almost immediately after he made a horrible retching noise, nothing came up and he groaned painfully.

The Queen motioned her head to the pair of guards flanking her, never breaking eye contact with her son. “You two, please show Lord Choi to his room.” Her voice was dangerously steady.

Neither of them spoke, only nodding before collecting the man from Jeongin’s arms. The tension in the air seemed to multiply as they were left alone. The Queen’s breaths came faster and heavier, eyes hardening as they took in the man in front of her. Jeongin stood frozen, unable to even breathe. Any words would only make it worse for him. So there they stood, in suffocating silence, until his mother heaved a sigh, lowering her head in its weight.

“M-mom-”

“Jeongin,” She raised her hand, cutting him off. As she looked back up, the dark of her eyes had cooled. Red, hot anger solidified into something heavy in Jeongin’s chest. “I have a feeling you already know what I am going to say.”

He averted his eyes.

“You know that I want you to be happy, that I never want to force you into something you do not want. I understand you cherish your freedom, but-I…my son this is not freedom. This is chaos, irresponsibility. Like it or not, you are going to be king one day. You need to start behaving like it.”

“I-I am! I’m getting to know my subjects-”

“No, you are getting drunk. You are acting childish and-” Two fingers rubbed at the bridge of her nose. “I expect more from you, Jeongin. I need to know that I can trust you with this country. I am only getting older and I fear it may take an unwilling push to get you to understand.” The look in her eyes sank his heart further and further, her sigh sad and heavy. “Enjoy your birthday, son. We will continue this tomorrow.”

Turning her back, the Queen swept back inside, shutting the doors with her. For the first time in the night, Jeongin was left completely alone. Alone in bitter silence. Thoughts churned slowly around his head. A horrible burn settled deep in his chest. Sounds of celebration still filtered through the air, making the pain worse. Suddenly, Jeongin cared very little about continuing his birthday. Surrounded by drunken strangers and the hollowness of their well-wishes, he felt empty at the thought. The sun long gone, he should have retired to his room with it. Now, his mind was too full, too chaotic to rest. The castle walls were a prison in times like these. He needed a jailbreak if only for a moment, just to take in the impending collapse of his flimsy lifestyle.

Crisp moonlight scatters in the pine’s canopy. The towering woods echo Jeongin’s footsteps grinding up the dry brush. It breaks the silence of the cold night and punctuates his every move. This forest bordering the castle grounds was not unfamiliar to the prince, spending much of his youth traversing its scape. Even in the near darkness, he may safely make his way back home. However, amongst the barren trees, Jeongin feels lost within himself. He was no stranger to the disappointment of others, it was something he had long learned to ignore. Yet, he never knew how to endure the disappointment of his mother. Now, something in her chagrin felt resolute, like she’d hit her breaking point. All the man could do was stew over the ways he would be made to repent.

Leaf-litter cradles his heavy tread weighed down by his brooding. With a particularly loud crunch, a large rustling grew overhead. The familiar flap of feathers broke through the branches. A bevy of swans flies above the trees. Their pure white wings gleam, haloed in the full moonlight. Jeongin’s thoughts fall quiet. Enraptured in the birds’ majesty gliding through the air; his feet unconsciously followed their path along the ground. Walking a few feet beyond the clearing he’d been in, the birds disappeared in the flush canopy. Still, he keeps forward, looking as the trees thin out once again. No sight of their velvet down among the stars, however peeking between trunks, Jeongin catches sight of rippling water.

A great lake sits at the edge of the forest; water clear blue and twinkling. Drifting along its surface are many more swans than he’d originally seen. They pay the man no mind as he comes upon the bank. Instead, Jeongin watches a swan move along to the edge of the water, stretching its neck out on the grass. An odd light shifts across its feathers, glowing almost as if they were burning. He can’t focus on it for long when the light grows bright. In the second he blinked, where once was a beautiful swan, now sat a young human draped in the same pristine white.

In shock, he stumbles back, feet catching on loose rocks and ultimately sending Jeongin crashing down. A gasp and splashes ring out at the sight of the intruder. Swans’ wings flap wildly and they scatter out across the water. The person crouched in the grass seems frozen, caught like cowering prey. Coated in the sweet moonlight, dipped in silver. Their eyes shine and quiver, unblinking. Jeongin feels frozen just the same. Scared to make a sound, to approach this angelic being born from the moon before his very eyes. Neither moves, sharing unending stares until Jeongin finally grasps at the words he was missing.

“Wh-what?”

The realization is quiet, almost unnoticeable if not for the great release of tension in the air. He can see it in the droop of their shoulders and the slow blinking of their eyes. They stand from the dewy grass, revealing a long tunic woven with swan feathers and silver cord shimmering against their skin. Jeongin’s heart stutters at the sight of this stranger’s pure allure. It hammers hard on his ribs when they begin walking toward him.

“Are you okay?” A kind hand reaches for him but Jeongin can only focus on their face. The way their eyes glitter and wrinkle in a soft smile. Their skin folds like silk around pretty smile lines. As he takes their hand, their warmth is gracious like a starry summer night.

“I apologize if I surprised you. I understand that it’s not something you see every day.” They help him to his feet.

He is at a complete loss for words, mouth agape like a floundering fish. “Wha-wh…who? Who are you?”

“Ah, yes,” The question seems to strike a nerve, their gaze downcast and hands detaching from his. They look to be thinking particularly hard. “I…My name is Y/n.”

A million more questions race around his head, yet the years of proper etiquette hammered into him take over. “I am Jeongin, Prince Jeongin.” He bows low which draws another smile from Y/n.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jeongin.”

He nods, “So, you-you’re a swan?”

Their laugh rings like bells in the snow, twinkling like constellations; a sound Jeongin wishes he could bottle and listen to forever. “By day, yes, I am only a swan. However, by night, I and my companions may become ourselves once again, by the lakeside.” They gaze back to the water where some of the other swans have returned to floating.

“But how?” Something rings in his mind that he is far too calm at the moment. He ignores the thought

“I was cursed.” Their shoulders fall tense with an invisible struggle, “By a horrible man.”

“Who? Why would he do that to you?”

Y/n’s eyes are glassy as they take his hand again. They lead Jeongin to the lake’s edge, sitting down beside him. Their focus strays far away, traveling across the reflections dancing atop the water.

“Lord Jinyoung was a family friend, the grand Sorcerer to the King, my father.”

The soft-spoken words send Jeongin’s heart to a stop. “Wait, King?!”

“Yes, a kingdom once stood tall along this disparaging land, small but mighty. My Togorum.” Their voice broke with a sniffle. “Until Lord Park betrayed us. He poisoned my father and tried to marry my mother. He wanted her power and-and when she denied him…He-he- '' Tears raced down Y/n’s cheeks, paired with intermittent sobs, “Sh-she was killed right in front of me and I-I was powerless to stop it. With my parents…gone, I, as the heir, was the next rightful ruler, so he forced me to marry him. Apparently, he was losing his magic, and the power of the crown would free him of his limits. So I-uh-I destroyed it and he was infuriated. With the last bits of his power, he destroyed the kingdom and he cursed me to become this.”

Solemnity settled in the air, a quiet understanding of an unknown pain. Jeongin was never one for physical comfort, yet he let his arm mingle along theirs, cradling their hand with a soft squeeze. Their eyes red and puffy and still the most beautiful Jeongin thinks he’s ever seen. Their gaze meets his, curling at the solace of a kind stranger. Perhaps a new friend, a new companion. A smile sits wonderfully on their lips; soft, pretty, so far away.

Jeongin snatches his eyes off Y/n’s face. The night chill cannot calm the heat pooling in his cheeks as he tugs at the grass. “I-um-I’ve never heard of Togorum. I always remembered these forests being a part of my kingdom.”

“Ah-yeah, I guess destroyed isn’t the best phrasing. More so, Jinyoung erased the kingdom. All memory of it, every last trace of what once was. Most of the subjects integrated into new countries believing they’d always been there. I am all that is left of my country, my family, my people, and no one will ever know I exist.”

“Is there no way to reverse the curse?”

Y/n’s head rests atop their knees, fingers skirting along the ground. “Actually, there is,” A bitter chuckle wisps through their teeth. “That worm, Park, in all his cruelty decided an eternity confined to my lonesome was not torture enough. No, he must dangle the intangible possibility of a free future before me like a dumb pet begging for an invisible treat, as well.”

“Oh…well, how can we reverse it?” He asks dumbly, though it stops Y/n in their tracks. Unabashed anger fades to a wide-eyed shock.

“W-we?”

“Oh.” The fire in his face burns hotter, “Um-yes, I-I want to help free you in any way I can, if that’s possible. Is-is that okay? I don’t mean to-”

“No, Jeongin, you-you are very kind. It’s just…” Their voice falls faint. “The only way I may be freed is if…someone, who has never loved before, promises their love to me, forever.”

He cannot be distracted by his name on their lips as the rest of the words come. The thoughts appear before he can stop them. And the feelings for this stranger; a kind and beautiful stranger, almost angelic. It’s sudden and mysterious, struck from his chest in an instant.

“I can do that.”

“Wha-what? Jeongin-no, I-I couldn’t-We’ve only just-I-”

“I know we’ve only just met.” His voice is unprecedentedly steady, yet his hands shake as they reach for Y/n’s, “I may not truly know you yet, but I think that, as I get to, it’d be impossible to not fall in love with you.”

The air settles hot between them, not a breath shared with the stillness. Y/n doesn’t respond, eyes trapped in Jeongin’s. Their gaze is heavy with brows drawn in and lips tight. They look from eye to eye, taking in his sweet, silver-dusted sincerity. In the low light, the red along his ears is still visible. Y/n’s fingertips brush over the skin making the flush worse. They trail over the soft hair hanging on his neck, circling back up to cradle his cheek.

“You mean that.” Not a question, a fact. Like they dove through his eyes down to his heart just to see the truth for themself. It’s shocking, words obscured by breath, bracketed with wide eyes.

“I d-”

A shout tore through the peace. Y/n’s hand flew off Jeongin’s face with a jerk. In a flash, they were swept back. Everything happened so fast that it took a moment for Jeongin’s eyes to adjust.

Y/n’s knees were painted in turned-up mud and grass. They keeled at the feet of a new shadow. The moonlight carves the sharp wrinkles rippling along the person’s face. Skin puckered as their high-angled brows drew in. Silver glinted off their teeth bared in a twisting grin. Gnarled fingers curled in the strands of Y/n’s hair, forcing their face up. When the figure spoke a deathly chill sunk in the air.

“Oh, silly princess. What do you think you’re doing?” The voice rattled deep, raking across the ears. Sardonic and sneering.

Pain crested on Y/n’s face, fighting back with a scowl. “Let me go, you bastard.”

Four long marks trail up his arm, nails tearing at the skin. Fingers digging into the skin and warning of puncture. Yet, the man remained unphased. His grip over their head grew ever tauter, pulling out a cry.

Red filtered Jeongin’s vision. He rose to his feet, fueled with a renewed fire building in his veins. Lack of a plan wasn’t going to stop him as he readied to charge. Looking on at the torturous handling of his swan, the man’s cruel eye struck frost upon Jeongin’s feet. He paused and deflated, withered and useless to Y/n with a fresh dread that broke on his face.

“Oh, look at that!” A cold laugh coats his skin, “Your perfect little savior is just as weak as you are. ”

Every breath is a labor, forcing at that name draped in their blood, “Fuck you, Jinyoung.” The truth drags Jeongin’s heart into his stomach.

This was the man who had hurt Y/n. Who continues to hurt them. Coming in like he’s some sort of eternal watchguard from hell.

The hearth in his chest burned brighter yet. Chimneying up and out his ears in smoke. Clouds dull his sense of preservation. His calves thaw and scorch with curling fists. No weapon, terror-filled, he steeled his knuckles for pain. Feet braced hard on the ground like a quivering hunter.

“L-let go of them.”

For the second time, he meets Jinyoung’s iced gaze. He wants to curl up again, to cower beneath the fear, to run away and never return. Still, he held steady, looking right back into the all-absorbing, endless black. A twitch picked up on the old man’s lip. “Be careful, young prince. I’d advise you against doing anything unwise, unless you want to lose your pretty bird.”

With the threat his voice grew steadier still, “Let Y/n go.”

A beat passed, he kept his gaze high. Silence overwhelmed the air. Y/n couldn’t hold in the soft whimpers drawn from their straining scalp. Specks of red broke out beneath their fingertips. Jinyoung didn’t bat an eye.

With almost a shove, he let Y/n crumple to the ground. They landed with a heavy grunt. Jeongin fell to their side. Any medicinal knowledge he might’ve had failed him, however upon a swift inspection, it seemed it probably wasn’t needed. Y/n’s hands rubbed at the sore spot on their head. Fingers twitching, dreadfully hesitant, searching for any disappearing damage. If he spoke too loud, they might wisp away.

“Are you okay?”

Their eyes are wide and vaguely bloodshot, but their nod is resolute.

Looking back up, Jinyoung was scrutinizing the blood trailing down his arms. He seemed wholly disconcerted at the scarlet sight, throwing his arm back down after a quick moment. Eyes on the two figures cradled in the grass, the wrinkles seared on his face grew darker. Blizzard raging hard, hail builds up in Y/n’s stomach; a fear they could never accept, never escape. They held it down but their strength was always lacking. Jeongin’s soft hands lent an extra warmth to melt the pain but it wasn’t enough.

“What-what do you want, you monster?! Why did you come?!” Their voice shook, tremors racking their body.

“Princess, you know there is only one way I’d ever let you go free. You will never escape, at least not with this…fool.”

His suggestion shot bile up Y/n’s throat, “You’ll have to kill me before I ever go to you willingly, Jinyoung.”

That sparked a swift downturn of his brow. The once icy darkness of his eyes blazed with an unprecedented heat. Flickering out to the sky, “The sun is rising, your time is up, birdie.”

“Wha-what?” Jeongin follows the warlock’s eyes. The horizon is tinted with soft wisps of orange, still low in the sky but swiftly approaching. “No-no, it was just-”

“Oh how much time talking takes.” He says smugly, turning his back on the two. “Until next time, and do not forget, I am always watching, Y/n.”

Jinyoung left just as he came, melting into the dark. Jeongin would’ve thought he had blinked as his vision went fuzzy.

“How is it already sunrise?”

Y/n leaned up in his hold. Their eyes were blown wide and very red. “I-I don’t-I don’t know, but…I fear he used magic somehow.”

“But I thought he used up the last of his power?”

“So did I. Perhaps it is returning to him.” The words were despondent, dropping off with a saddening expression. Their eyes moved up to his face, studying it for a long moment. He felt stripped bare, vulnerable, and yet wholly safe. Then, they looked on at the glowing sky.

“It…You must go now, Jeongin.”

“But…” Fingers grazed up the swell of his cheek, he wanted nothing more than to give himself to the feeling completely, “Can I see you again? Tonight?”

It was hesitant; their fingers coming to a stop, their breath hitching quietly. Sweet moonstruck face crested in confliction and mustering a smile. “May we meet again soon, my prince.”

Two soft lips brushed his overheating cheek. It’s too much and barely enough. Y/n’s touch is so fleeting, pushing him away to stand on their own. He doesn’t want to leave, he can’t. Jeongin must return to his deluded sense of liberty, to the ending of it all. What Y/n once had, what they desperately deserved, that was true freedom. It was the happiness of being yourself. Deep down he always knew that; he never really wanted this. Now, he’s found that, the thing he does want, a choice that is his. Some may still say his judgment was impaired, but he can’t let this go.

Y/n offered him a kind smile in parting. Jeongin turned away to walk into the blossoming horizon. A new burning desire tugging hard in his gut, he kept moving forward.

“Y/n!” Branches swing into his face. Sun beats down hard through the canopy, mixing atop his overheating skin. He sweats and pants and keeps pushing his legs harder. Feet crash down, overtaking the forest silence. Jeongin tries to recount the path he’d taken the previous night. Although, his mind is only taken up with expletives.

Crashing out from the dense tree line, he stumbles around. He lurches forward, too close to dropping head-first into a shimmering lake. The familiar clearing stretches out his vision. A terrible clamor had broken out on the still waters at his arrival. Waterfowl scattered above the trees. His heart, rocketing in his chest, dropped to his stomach. Catching sight of a flight of swans disappearing into the sky.

“No no no no, Y/n!” He twists himself around, shouting to the clouds. Adrenaline swims up through his body, fuzzing up his senses. He loses all focus on his supposed defeat that he misses the birds left on the lake surface. Instead, a rapid trill behind him jerks his head around. A swan, still perched on the waves, is looking right up at him; head cocked, like a confused dog. Two beady black eyes broken by a soft twinkle only found in stars.

He breathed out, “Y/n.”

The swan doesn’t respond, only looking at him with the same tilted expression. But it didn’t fly away and something swimming through those eyes melted with familiarity. Jeongin squatted down to its level, a thought fleeting about how stupid he must look.

“I…” His words were choppy with winded breaths, “I don’t have much time but I-I needed to come find you. My-my mom is making me get married. She wasn’t happy with me last night, especially after I disappeared until sunrise. Now, she’s throwing a ball for me to…find a partner. It’s tonight.” The swan stayed still. Jeongin’s heart wouldn’t slow down. “Y/n, I-I don’t know if you can understand me, or-or if this is even you, but, Y/n, you need to be there tonight. Maybe marriage is a bit too quick right now, but I’m going to save you and-and then we can rebuild a life for you. But you have to be there, otherwise…I don’t think I’ll ever be able to see you again.”

Finally, the bird began to move. Its head pushed back up straight, taking in one last slow look at the boy. Then, it turned around and floated away. Jeongin’s stomach crumpled beneath the weight of his heart. He had no time to breathe in the heartache, the sudden notion of defeat, yet he couldn’t turn his eyes away from the bird. He’d already lost them, and he never even got to fall in love.

The music swelled, bursting out the opening doors. “Now presenting, His Royal Highness, Prince Jeongin.”

A great light broke out on his skin, momentarily blinding him. Applause erupted from beyond the white. He struck a feigned smile, grappling with the stair railing to keep him upright as he made his way to his mother’s side.

As his vision melted back in, he got a full scope of the crowded ballroom. So many faces, so many incredibly unfamiliar faces. He’d had more than a few hours to process his mom’s forced maturity in the form of a sudden marriage. However, looking upon all of these people, it must have been impossible for her to have arranged this in only one day. The small inkling of premeditation burrows beneath Jeongin’s festering displeasure. Truly, how much had changed in less than a day?

Reaching the tiled ballroom floor, he is immediately whisked away; arm after arm taking him along into conversation or dance. First his mother, then a hundred hopeful suitors. A kind smile engraved into his cheeks, so fake it tasted rotten on his tongue. He’d started to lose count of all the songs and dances and stale introductions; there was still no sign of Y/n’s presence.

Another song, another clammy, glammed-up hand filling his. Jeongin can’t stand the awkward small talk. This poor princess is truly quite cute and sweet, but she seems about as wholly disinterested as he is. They barely spare each other a glance as they spin around to the crescendoing music. And, as it comes to an end, they bow with strict formality. Once again, the woman is quickly replaced.

Knuckles brush softly, fingers sliding in between his. Warm hands undisturbed by the cool caress of gold and silver. The touch is familiar if only in the way Jeongin feels his heart burst as he turns to his new dance partner. Y/n’s smile is framed in a sweeping fluff of black downy feathers, tracing their sides in elegant steep lines, outlined in glittering gold. Air is knocked clean from his chest.

“You…You came, you’re here.” Every nerve in his brain jumped to push him into their arms, to press them tight to his chest. It was like fighting back a boulder, especially as their twinkling laughter split the air.

A hand smoothed over his loose jaw, “I did, I am.”

The joy was overwhelming. He couldn’t keep himself from pulling them in closer and pressing a chaste kiss to their palm.

“Then, let us have one dance before I have to tell the whole kingdom that I love you.”

With that, Y/n’s smile grew even wider, feet scuffling faster along the floor to speed up their dance. “You truly wish to promise your love to me forever.”

“Well, I mean, yeah.” Jeongin felt his face flush in heat as the words came out.

They laugh at the red now blanketing his ears before continuing. “Y’know, you’ll need to say it to break the curse.”

“Oh, um-” He clears his throat, averting eye contact, “Y/n, I-”

“Don’t say my name.” Their voice takes on a sharp edge, smile stuttering. “Just repeat what I said.”

“Oh…okay. Well, um, I...” He fought himself to catch their eyes. Hands going clammy and squeezing theirs, “R-right now? We’re doing this now?”

Their eyebrow ticked, pleasant smile completely gone. “Yes, Jeongin? Why wouldn’t we?”

Why couldn’t he? Was his sanity finally catching back up to him?

It was like the words piled up in his throat. He had them ready, but something was stopping him. This heavy rock sat on his tongue, blocking up his mouth.

Five sharp nails dug into Jeongin’s hand. A tight gasp broke through the words. Where once was soft silver, something sinister glinted in Y/n’s eyes.

“Say it. Do you not want to free me?”

“I-I do.”

“Then say it.”

“Y/n-” Their jaw twitched like a visage flickering over their face. Harsh dread settled in Jeongin’s stomach. “You’re not-”

Desperation set in, “Tell me you love me.” They clung to him, feet nearly trampling his as they kept up the dance.

He struggled to detach himself even when the music slowed. More and more eyes fell on the pair in the middle of the floor. “Let-let me-go.”

Small jewels clattered across the tiles, ripped off his suit by their grip. The stranger stumbled back. A circle cleared around them. Shallow breaths rattled the air. Shards of ice trickled inside the sleeves of Jeongin’s crisp suit. Those empty eyes are carved into Y/n’s face, boring down on him. This time Jeongin doesn’t cower.

“You! What did you do to Y/n?!”

“Stupid prince.” Jinyoung’s voice falls from foreign lips. His mask flickers once more before fading, revealing the old man. “You can’t do anything right, huh?”

Gasps ring out across the dance hall. Guests closest to the scene scatter, yet keep the prince in their sight. Jeongin moves before thinking. His hands reach to yank on the sorcerer's robe; they fall through the man’s skin instead. Shivers snap up his spine as the visage falls.

“Wh-what?”

Grating laughter echoes in the ceilings. “You really think I’d just waltz in here, disguised or not? I’m not an idiot. You, however-”

“Why did you come!?”

“Oh, this? Don’t worry. This was just plan A. Simple and easy. Though, it would seem time for plan B.” The ballroom devolves into a cacophony of squawking laughs and confused murmurs.

The Prince stays frozen, a spectacle to all eyes. He knows he must get back to that lake; that this is the duty he’s committed himself to. But, does he not have a duty here? One to his country, to take up a righteous ruling position? One to his people, to handle his power with grace and pointedness? One to his mother, to do all of this for her sake?

A hand turns him around. Face to face with his mother, her eyes wide and wild with confusion, he feels the turmoil bubbling up his throat.

“Jeongin, is this some kind of joke?”

“No, Mom, I-”

“I finally give you a chance to prove your loyalty to this kingdom and you pull this?” The anger is clear all over her, but there’s a tremble in her lip that breaks Jeongin’s heart. “I cannot believe you.”

He takes her hands. “Mom, I really don’t have the time to explain and I’m so sorry. But…there’s someone I’ve promised to help and if I don’t leave now, I may not be able to save them. I’m so sorry, Mom, I really am but-I-I need to do this. For them.”

He can hear her heart shatter as he pushes against the crowd towards the doors.

As Jeongin reaches the lake, an unsettling silence has fallen upon the forest. The pebbles skidding beneath him don’t make a sound. A whole ecosystem holding its breath, even as the wind whips furiously. The sky is strangely devoid of light, the wax-built moon gone. However, a soft white light pulsed against the foliage. Circling out like a shockwave from the center of the lakeside. Curled atop the grass, a great pearl of light, bursting like a star. With each strobe, heat rippled through the clearing; comfortable and calming.

An agonized scream shattered the feeling. A writhing shadow passed within the ball of light. Jeongin could immediately recognize the voice and he took off towards it. As he approached, the light appeared as less of a uniform sphere. It seemed to be pouring out of Y/n’s body.

“Y-Y/n!” Their skin was burning up, hot and fiery to the touch. They release another ear-splitting scream, trailing off into a cry. “Y/n-Y/n, please-oh god-“

An awful, broken sob tightens their chest as their hand wraps harder around his skin. It takes a life to heave their eyes open. Jeongin’s heart shutters. Their silver-speckled eyes have been fractured. Black smokey tendrils curl through the iris, draining its color.

“No! What-what is he doing to you?”

Y/n’s lips pry open, word flooding up into their throat. Another shriek rips out instead, cracking through their voice. This one too falls off into whimpers, though they restart their attempt to speak.

“J-jeongin,” Their voice is fuzzy, vocal cords fried, and words slurring. “You…”

A shaking hand reaches out for him, patting up his arm and chest in time. Fingers settle faintly on his cheek, still warm.

“You need to go.” A weak push barely turns his chin away. Steady fingers stop the action, squeezing Y/n’s hand.

“I’m not leaving you.”

“He’ll kill you, he’s-” Struggling against the fire dancing on their skin, they fight out their words. “He’s taking back his magic. I cannot be saved anymore.”

“No no no no,” Jeongin’s hand grapples with theirs panickedly. Keeping it pressed flush to his cheek, cradling their lolling head in his lap. “No, I-I promised, I'm gonna save you. Y/n, we’re-”

“Jeongin-”

“We’re going to grow together. You’ll be yourself again-“

“Jeongin-”

“I’ll learn everything about you and love all of it. Forever. All of my love, forever. I promise you.”

“Innie,” Like a hundred chimes, twinkling in unison. Dying off in the breeze. Their voice is fading, their fingers loosen on his cheek. But their eyes, filled with the adoration of the night sky, never leave his. “Thank you.”

Their body goes supernova. White blinds his eyes and the weight in his hands falls away.

Water lapped at the rocks. A soft, repetitive sound; an earthly lullaby whispered through the grasses. Clouds drift aimlessly past the sun. Low in the azure sky, birds whistle in disjoint harmony. A single swan sits lonely atop crystal waters.

The rhythmic thump of life, a heartbeat, plays beneath Jeongin’s fingers.

“We should leave soon.” They hum and lean further into his caress.

Jeongin stays transfixed. Tracing each jut and curve up their neck. The height of their cheeks and peek of their lips flushed with a sigh of warmth.

“Innie?”

Y/n’s eyes flutter open. Jeongin’s heart rockets through his chest. They lay stretched out over the lakeside, head perched in his sturdy lap. Midday sun blankets their skin with soothing comfort. They’ve stayed here, fading in and out of sleep for hours. Basking in the presence of each other away from the prying eyes of the castle.

He hums absentmindedly in response, thumbing over their lip.

“I said,'' They sit up, twisting off his legs to look at him, chuckling at his small pout. “We should probably leave soon.” Fingers drift over Jeongin’s cheeks, wiping his frown with a fresh flush. “Your mother will be expecting us.”

He sighs and nods. It’d taken a lot to repair his mother’s trust over the past months: changing from his once reckless behavior and attitude had been a very important step. Although, Jeongin couldn’t resist the few opportunities to take advantage of Y/n’s new freedom. Every moment with them was a breath of fresh air Jeongin had never truly tasted before. Every touch felt like a live wire straight to his heart. He could say with a beautiful certainty, he’d never been more alive.

“I have another suit fitting, I guess I could try to make it in time.”

Y/n laughs, a sound he will never have enough of. “Your coronation only happens once. We can do this every day for the rest of our lives.”

The words kick up in the breeze, circling their chests. Beating in unison, an unspoken elation. The rest of their lives, together. Forever free at last.

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lovelytsunoda · 8 months

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ghost brigade // pato o’ward

summary: a walk with rocky and norbi turns into an hour spent looking at halloween decorations (and getting the crap scared out of them with animatronic spiders)

pairing: pato o'ward x female reader

warnings: 90% fluff, 10% plot. alludes to the fact that our secy couple spent the night before enjoying each other's company without any clothes on, a few jumpscares, lewis the target pumpkin, shitty ending, dorks in love.

her light snores carried as y/n burrowed further under the blankets, a chill rolling in from the open window. pato's side of the bed was warm, but his body no longer rested next to hers. he looked over fondly from the dresser, pulling a hoodie over his head and mussing his hair slightly.

he could hear claws scraping against hardwood outside the room as rocky came bounding towards the closed bedroom door. the german shepherd barked, and pato quickly opened the door, kneeling down to try and soothe the canine.

"rocky, clam down, boy. y/n is still sleeping." pato whispered, scratching rocky behind the ears. "let me go wake her up gently, okay?"

pato stepped towards the queen sized bed, wincing when he stepped on the clasp of her bra, the article still strewn across the floor from what they had done the night before. the mexican blanket was pulled over her shoulders, only the top of her head peeking out as she slept.

rocky barked again, lumbering over to the bed and resting a paw on her shrouded form.

"pato." she whined, still half asleep, and likely unaware of what she was saying. "can you take rocky outside? i just want ten more minutes."

pato chuckled, moving to sit on the bed next to her.. he combed her hair out of her face, gently kissing the side of her head. "hermosa." he hummed. "pretty girl, love of my life. good morning, sweetheart."

the words were an echo of those exchanged the night prior, foreheads pressed together and patricio buried deep inside of her: "you're doing so good for me, pretty girl. just breathe for me, corazon."

she scrunched her face up, rolling onto her back. "ten more minutes." she whined, before rocky jumped onto the bed, rough tongue licking at her face. "okay, fine! i'm up!"

pato chuckled, kissing her forehead. “good morning, corazon. how did you sleep.”

“like a stone. you must have really tired me out last night.” she winked, pulling her camisole up to cover the hickeys dotting the tops of her breasts.

next to the bed, rocky barked, placing a paw on top of her hand.

“okay, buddy. we get it. let me get dressed, and then we’ll take you outside, okay?”

rocky nodded his head, but the only word he had understood was outside. the german shepherd pranced out of the room, no doubt going to wake norbi, who was probably still asleep in his bed.

“go take the dogs outside, I’ll be out in a minute once i get dressed.” she hummed, leaning in to kiss her boyfriend. “i love you.”

“te amo.” pato grinned, kissing her forehead. “pit stop at starbucks for coffee and croissants?”

“always.”

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half an hour and one starbucks trip later, they were on the move, sun rising over the horizon as they warmed their hands with coffee cups. the couple were dressed in almost identical cable knit sweaters, her head resting on his shoulder as they paused to let norbi sniff the pile of leaves next to a fire hydrant.

“hey, y/n, look at that haunted house.” patricio pointed down a side street. “wanna go look at the decorations?”

“lead the way, casanova.” she giggled

norbi went down the new street with vigour, sniffing everything in sight, whereas rocky was more apprehensive as he took in the plastic decorations around him.

“pato, look! it’s lewis!” she laughed, reaching for the skeletal pumpkin animatronic.

“i am not a jack-o-lantern. i am lewis!” y/n and pato chorused in time with the animatronic, bursting out into gleeful giggles.

norbi nudged her leg, and y/n cooed as she lifted the corgi into her arms. “oh, poor norbi. are you scared, baby?”

norbi whined, rubbing his nose into her sweater. she chuckled, kissing the dog behind the ears.

“lewis can’t hurt you, buddy.” pato laughed, rubbing norbis head. “do you want me to take your cup?”

she nodded, passing over the remainder of her hot chocolate. “what’s left is mostly whipped cream, i think.”

“you can’t keep carrying norbi. you spoil him too much.”

y/n shook him off, continuing down the sidewalk. “hell jump out of my arms when he’s ready. he doesn’t like the animatronics.”

sure enough, when the couple were four houses down and lewis the pumpkin was out of sight (with a promise from patricio to buy one for the house they shared), norbi jumped out of her arms and back to the sidewalk, rushing to catch up with rocky.

she took her drink back from pato, gently kissing him on the cheek before pointing out an inflatable black cat on one of the lawns they passed. (don't let rocky see that, or we'll be buying them a new one, pato had joked.)

the couple enjoyed their morning like that, walking around and taking in all the decorations, activating animatronics to startle each other. the dogs were enjoying themselves too, being doted on and preened by small children who were walking past with their parents.

they continued walking, until rocky's paw tripped a pedal switch. all at once, from underneath a pile of leaves, a large black fuzzy spider came springing towards them. rock howled in shock as norbi jumped back.

taking pato off guard, rocky went running, and, well, took pato with him. pato swore in spanish, being yanked off his feet and dragged headfirst into a pile of leaves, dropping both coffee cups to the sidewalk.

concerned, rocky ambled over to pato, leash dragging behind him as he licked at the driver's face. y/n was laughing, fumbling her phone out of her pocket to take a picture of her lover splayed against the leaves.

"babe," he whined, on the verge of laughing himself. "this is so not funny."

"it is so fucking funny." she giggled, blowing him a kiss. "laugh it off, babe. they're just leaves."

pato extended a hand. "help me up?"

"sure" she smiled softly, slipping her hand into his.

with a wicked grin, pato yanked hard, pulling her into the leaves with him. she squealed in surprise, giggling as she playfully smacked pato in the chest.

"i love you, you idiot."

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thepookiestpookiebear · 3 months

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Twisted wonderland (WIP !!!)

Jade Leech x fem reader | Floyd Leech x fem reader

Can be read as any other gender if you'd like

Not a request but I just wrote this while on a road trip, aka right now. I wrote this in 30 minutes if you can't tell, obviously it's gonna be messy and not proofread

Cw : swearing/cursing, not proofread, Jade, Floyd. Ooc, rushed.

Wc: no fucking idea honestly I don't bother counting

You pant, absolutely exhausted. You had to chase after Grim to somehow force convince him to attend classes, but that little brat keeps running away and hiding. You find yourself all alone in some huge dark hallway, wandering around trying to find Grim.

"Grim ! Grim !! GRIM !!! WHERE ARE YOU ??" You shout, your voice echoing along the walls and high ceilings. "God knows what I'll do once i get my hands on you, you little sh*t.." you mutter angrily.

You're lost, but it's not like you really care at the moment. You're so busy cursing Grim in your head that you can't bring yourself to give a single f*ck.

That is, until you heard the dreadfully familiar voice of Floyd. (Insert oh shit, not good sfx)

"Heya, Lil shrimpy~ whatchu doing here, huh ? Did the little shrimpy get lost ?"

He says, with that menacing toothy grin of his. Sometimes you wonder how the hell his teeth are so white, what kinda toothpaste does he use ? Heck, do they even have colgate in twisted wonderland ? Maybe he uses its twisted wonderland equivalent. But damn, his teeth are whiter than my bedsheets and brighter than my earrings.

After a moment of internal brainstorming, you answer "Yup. Sucks to be me I guess. But that aside, why are you here ?"

His grin widens "that's for me to know and you to find out~" Oh how you want to wipe that stupid grin off his face because BOI you're not in the mood to joke around at the moment. 'Goddammit Grim, you will be the death of me one day..'

"Well, do you happen to know where Grim went ? That little sh- I mean, rascal, decided to play 'the dad who went to get milk' role and disappeared." Holy fucking shit, why is that burj khalifa eel leech whatever the fuck he is guy giggling like a fucking schoolgirl ? (Not that he's far from that actually) .

Giggle not as in the usual giggle he does but the kind of giggle a kid does when he's hiding something. Hmm. That's suspicious, that's weird..*insert sfx*

Well whatever, it doesn't matter what the hell he finds so funny because before you know it, you are gone.

Kaboom.

Abracadabra.

Gone. Gone and left no crumbs

Whoosh.

Because fuck no you ain't getting involved with Floyd or the octavinelle trio ever again. Even if fucking Leona held you at gunpoint and threatened you, you would still refuse to get involved with that slimy motherfucker.

'Yeah no thanks, but when I said I want my back broken I didn't mean it literally.'

*Insert sfx* AwOoP ! JuMpSCarE~

It seems luck wasn't by your side today, as you ran straight into a solid mass.

You groan "Oh fuck me.." you whine. Jade chuckles. Just as you had expected, he's grinning ominously at you while holding Grim in his right hand.

Well fuck, you should've known better. At this point these two leeches are your sleep paralysis demons.

(Would you believe me if I said I actually had Floyd as my sleep paralysis demon once ? It was fucking horrifying.)

"Oya oya, look who we have here, Floyd~ What a coincidence.."

He says, eyes glowing ominously while both of their grins stretch wider than your legs do whenever someone mentions geto or gojo. /j /not j

"Indeed a very unfortunate pleasant coincidence. Come to think of it, why weren't you with Floyd earlier ?"

He quirks an eyebrow "Oh, but i was. You just didn't see me. I was behind you the entire time, prefect."

"That isn't very...reassuring"

You trail off. "Well doesn't matter, can you just give me that thing ?"

You point at Grim, purposely calling him a thing to piss him off.

Grim begs to differ though, "THING ??? IM NOT A THING, IM THE GREAT SORCERER GRIM !!!!-" although that doesn't last long, he is quickly shut up by Jade's stare.

You grin, cockily. Haha take that you little gremlin ! That's what you get !!

But your thoughts are cut off just as quickly by Floyd, "Ehhh ? Shrimpy's mouth is open ?"

"Huh ? What does that have to do with this ?" You say, confused. Meanwhile Floyd quickly shoots Jade a knowing glance, which unnerves you.

"Nothing to worry your little head about, shrimpy~" "indeed, my brother is right, do not concern yourself with such matters."

Much to your shock, Jade wordlessly hands you Grim. Your mouth drops open

"Holy shit, Are you guys okay ? You behave as if you just ate Lilia's food... either that, or the sun will rise at the west tomorrow !"

The two simply smile and walk away.

Well, that was confusing..

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b0ng05 · 4 months

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Amber Freeman x fem!Reader -

Flowers - Angst

Word Count: 1003

Summary: A trip to their usual hangout spot takes a turn.

TW- Death, knife, violence

Also Not Proofread💅

Master list/ Request list

Y/n was sitting at her vanity getting ready to go out with Amber, she had received a text earlier that day from the girl asking her if they could meet at their usual spot around 9 pm. Their usual spot to meet was a small clearing in the woods, one where they would set up a fluffy blanket and gaze at the stars. It was a spot that they had claimed for themselves, marked true by Amber carving their initials in a heart into an old oak tree nearest to the stunning clearing.

They had been dating for almost a year, the two were lovestruck with each other, it was obvious to their friends and anyone with eyes or ears. They were always together, or that’s Y/n and their friends had thought.

Once Y/n was ready, she went downstairs, snuck out the door, and began to walk to the clearing. Texting Amber that she was on her way. A happy smile glued to her lips as she felt her heart race at the thought of seeing her girlfriend. Each step filled with haste to see the girl she loved.

After a 15 minute walk, she got to the clearing in the woods. She saw one of Amber’s fuzzy soft blankets laid out in the grass haphazardly. One corner of the blanket held down by an electric lantern and the other corners held down by her bag and nearby rocks she had piled up. But Amber wasn’t near the blanket. The sky was glowing with stars and occasional planes that passed through the mundane dark sky. The moon was full and casted behind a few clouds but still glowing in all its glory.

Y/n curiously walked over and sat down on the blanket, assuming that Amber was going to try and jump out at her like she usually does. Amber doesn’t jump out as expected, instead the quiet crunching of twigs and leaves echoed behind her. Y/n turns her head towards the noise, seeing Amber sauntering over with a half assed smile.

The lantern cast a beautiful glow to Amber’s face as she got closer to the blanket set up. She ran a hand through her hair as she got to the blanket. The movement caused a glimmer of bright reflection on the metal of her rings.

“Hey…” Amber mumbles as she sits down on the blanket beside her, sitting criss cross as she leaned back on the palms of her hands.

Amber leans over and kisses the girl gently before focusing on the fabric of the blanket. Her ringed fingers pulling loose fuzz from the cloth.

“You some kind of skinwalker? This can’t be the real Amber, where was the jumpscare?” Y/n teases playfully, trying to gauge how the girl was truly feeling.

She lets out a small laugh, her lips curving into a bittersweet smile. “No, but tell me that I wouldn’t make an epic skinwalker,” She jokes back, although her attitude still seemed somber.

“Brought you something,” Amber mumbles as she reaches toward her backpack to pull out a slightly crushed wildflower that she had picked on the walk over to the clearing.

Y/n smiled and took the flower, planning on pressing it in a book later like the other flowers she received from her girlfriend.

“Thank you… but what’s going on with you?” Y/n asks softly, gently bumping her shoulder with Amber’s.

“You… You wouldn’t get it.” Amber mumbles, trying to wave it off.

“Can I at least try?” Y/n asks, raising one of her hands to gently tuck a dark strand of hair behind Amber’s ear.

Amber tried to bite back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes as she collected her words.

“I’m so sorry, baby…” Amber manages to whisper, biting her bottom lip to stop it from trembling.

Y/n wraps her arms around Amber, hugging her close as the girl begins to sob.

“Hey.. Hey talk to me honey,” Y/n whispers softly, running one of her hands through Amber’s hair.

“I can’t… Just know that… I’m so sorry and I love you so much,” Amber whispers before she kisses the girl’s cheek.

Amber’s left hand slyly reaches into her bag that rested in the corner nearest to her, her pale hand wraps around the cold black handle of her knife, before quickly jutting the sharp knife into Y/n’s upper back, right in her heart. As Y/n cries out in pain, Amber drops the knife, her arms wrap tightly around Y/n’s waist as the girl’s weight slumps against her, blood seeping through the cloth of her sweater onto one of Amber’s trembling hands.

“W-why?” Y/n stutters out, a small spittle of blood trickling down her chin from her mouth as her body pales.

“I’m so sorry baby…” Amber whispers, tears flowing down her cheeks as she holds the girl in her arms.

Amber caresses the girl’s paling cheek as she watches the life leave her eyes. Her heart was absolutely shattered, but she knew she had to do it. Her plan with Richie was now in motion, she didn’t want Y/n to have to die in the horrifying crossfires. She knew she could never bring herself to kill the girl while wearing the Ghostface mask, but she knew Richie could and would. She’d rather have the love of her life die at her own hands than that of a psychotic stranger’s. She knew she would at least give her more mercy than Richie would’ve. She couldn’t bear the thought of the girl going through the extremes of her and Richie’s planned horrors.

Even after Amber’s death, Y/n’s body was never found, but town rumors always circled back around to that clearing near that old oak tree, the one carved with the history of their love, because beneath the scratched out heart, in the patches of tall strawy grass near the wild curved roots of the tree, wildflowers blossomed.

#amber freeman #amber freeman x reader #amber freeman x y/n #scream 5 #amber freeman x you #amber freeman x fem reader

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imtrashraccoon · 5 months

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Ooh, spooky atmosphere with no power. Ooh, murderous person around. Ooh... Joking, there's no violence in this chapter!

@owl-bones

First Day, Previous Day, & Next Day.

Bad Sansuary: Killer - Jumpscare

Word Count: 1,959

It was just your luck that the power in your apartment was out when you got home from work. You tried asking some neighbors for information but they didn't really know what had happened or when it would be back on. So, you were left to be content for an unknown amount of time without electricity.

By the time you'd gotten changed into comfortable clothes and gotten something to eat and drink that didn't have to be warmed up, it was pretty dark outside. As a result, it was dark inside your apartment too.

Normally, you liked to wind down after a long day of work with a book or by watching tv, both of which weren't possible without light or at the very least, electricity. You didn't have many other hobbies either and so you sat down on the couch with your snack while trying to think of something you could do.

You could go to bed early but you didn't want to. You could go for a walk but it was too dark now and you didn't want to have another run in with a creep. You could call someone... On second thought, you didn't have anyone you wanted to actually talk with and you didn't have the ability to call any of your skeleton friends.

There was a scuffling noise in the hallway.

"Hello?"

When there was no response, you stood up and went to check. "Axe, Dust, is that you?" You poked your head around the corner but found no one there.

Weird.

You went back to sit down again but discovered your food was missing. It hadn't fallen on the floor and you hadn't put it anywhere else. There was more than a few bites left too.

"This isn't very funny, Killer..." you called out while looking around the living room.

Again, there was no response from any of your friends...or anyone else for that matter.

A loud knock sounded on your front door, the sound of which echoed throughout your home.

Could it be the landlord or one of the neighbors with news?

With some trepidation, you went to see who dared to disturb your precious moment of silence.

You couldn't see anyone through the peephole, which was a little concerning. Taking a cautious peek outside, you cracked the door open but saw no one there.

Very weird.

You quickly shut the door again and double checked that it was locked. You were clearly overthinking things and it could have just been some teenagers trying to prank you.

You went to return to the living room but someone grabbed you from behind.

With a yelp, you struggled to get away, but their grip was surprisingly strong. You tried stomping on their feet and just, doing anything you could to elicit enough pain so they'd release you.

"woah angel...it's only me~"

You shuddered when Killer's low voice whispered in your ear. The sheer relief that washed over you when it was only him and not yet another hostile skeleton, was enough to nearly quell the anger from being scared so badly like that. Nearly...as you were quite annoyed now.

"Killer...you piece of-!" you started to shout as you roughly pulled away from him.

He laughed and feigned wiping a tear away from his eye socket. "sorry, sorry! but that little sound you made was absolutely adorable!"

"Ugh!" You let out a frustrated groan and smacked him hard on the shoulder. "Why do have to always be so mean to me?"

With an amused hum, he tapped his chin in a thoughtful manner before answering. "what can i say? i like messing with you because you're cute..."

You crossed your arms and shot an annoyed glare at him. "I don't believe you... I think you just want to watch me suffer." You pointed a finger at his chest accusingly.

"of course not!"

Despite denying it, you noticed he couldn't seem to be able to keep himself from smiling. You narrowed your eyes in response and continued giving him a skeptical look.

He sighed and rubbed the back of his skull. "sorry, i just like seeing your reactions to things i guess," he muttered. "i'm not trying to make you upset..."

You shook your head and glanced away. "No, I'm sorry. I probably got a bit too worked up."

He was silent for what felt like an eternity but was really only a few seconds. "can i ask why you're sitting in the dark all by yourself? it's...not exactly safe to do so..." His tone took on a more serious edge at the later sentence and you couldn't help the shiver that ran down your spine.

Trying to add a bit of levity to the situation, you forced a smile. "Killer, I know there's no boogeyman, a monster in my closet or under the bed, and I'm certainly not afraid of the dark anymore. So what could possibly be so dangerous about it?"

He ignored your attempt at a joke and walked over to a nearby light switch. He started flipping it on and off in an incessant way, as if that would help fix the power outage. The smile he'd been wearing earlier was now tight and he seemed oddly serious for once.

"Killer?" you inquired.

He seemed to give up and for a moment just stood there staring at the wall. "there's someone you should probably know about," he muttered.

The temperature of the room seemed to drop by several degrees as you realized he was probably referring to his boss. You walked over to him and gently put a hand on his back.

"Do you want to sit down so we can talk?"

He nodded and went into the living room. Sitting down on the couch, he waited until you'd settled next to him before saying anything.

"his name is nightmare and he's known as the god of negativity. axe, dust, and myself work for him to spread negative emotions across the multiverse. he is dangerous and feeds off of those negative emotions as well as fear."

He looked over at you and added, "it's strange that we've managed to get away with visiting you for so long though. there isn't much that escapes his attention..."

You could only stare at him in shock. You'd already kind of inferred that their boss wasn't very nice but you'd had no idea he was a literal deity. The casual way Killer had spoke about it too somehow made you even more unnerved.

He seemed to realize how anxious you were and he quickly reached over, putting one of his hands on yours. "hey! it's okay, it's okay! he has no idea about you and even if he does, there's no way he would have kept the fact that he knows from any of us."

"Do you think he'd be upset that I'm friends with the three of you?" you asked in a small voice.

He hesitated to answer and for a moment an unreadable expression flickered across his skull, before he masked it with a wide smile. "it's hard to say i suppose...but i don't think you have anything to fear. we don't come see you everyday, just on our freetime, which is ours to use as we see fit. if it was interfering with our work, that'd be another matter."

You wanted to believe him, you really did, but you couldn't shake the dread that had pooled in your stomach. You really cared about the boys and you knew they cared about you in return. The last thing you wanted was to get them in trouble but you didn't want to stop being friends with them either.

"hey..."

You glanced up when Killer cupped your cheek with his other hand.

"i can stay over if you want...to keep you safe of course." He winked and flashed you a bit of a mischievous smirk.

You felt your cheeks grow warm at the implications of what he'd said and you chuckled softly. "Okay, but only if your boss won't miss you."

He waved you off. "don't worry about a thing, cutie~" he purred.

You rolled your eyes slightly and got up to go fetch some extra blankets and a pillow for him. By the time you'd returned though, Killer had kicked his shoes off and flopped over the entire couch.

"Good job, buddy," you said in a sarcastic voice. "Now where do you suppose I'm going to sleep, huh?"

He raised a bonebrow but rather than respond, he scooted back against the cushions and opened up his arms. Making a grabbing motion with his hands, he flashed you a cheeky smile.

You flushed and glanced away from him. "Forget I asked..." you muttered.

"hey, you don't have to if you don't want to..." he responded softly.

You shook your head and walked over to the couch. "No, I don't mind if you're in the mood to cuddle."

You laid down on the couch and Killer wrapped his arms around your torso, so that your back was against his ribcage. He pulled a blanket over the both of you and gently nuzzled against the back of your head.

"i like you, you know that?"

"Yeah, you wouldn't have stuck around if you didn't, huh?"

"i dunno... i lose interest in things quickly so i might have left you alone eventually. i couldn't kill you without the others getting really mad anyways, not that i even wanted to after that first day..."

"What changed?"

Killer was silent for a minute before he slowly responded. "i saw what made you different. i was awful to you and you still never gave up trying to befriend me. i'm not used to having nice things..."

You didn't really have a response to that. You didn't think you were special compared to anyone else and you certainly weren't very talented either. Each of the boys had said very much the same thing, except in different words. So maybe they were onto something?

He lightly squeezed your body. "you're really nice to hold, angel~"

"You're surprisingly comfy to lean against..." you hummed in response.

"heh... i'd accuse you of lying but i don't wanna argue right now..."

"I don't lie over things like that."

"i know..."

Several minutes passed and you were just starting to drift off, when he spoke up again. "has anyone ever told you how pretty you are?"

"No...?"

"well, you are very pretty...and not just from the front either~"

You had to bite your tongue to keep yourself from screaming out of embarrassment. Something about the way he was basically whispering in your ear in that low tenor voice of his just did it for you.

"how do you not have men chasing you? surely you could settle for better than a couple of murderous skeletons..."

"Killer."

He seemed oblivious to your discomfort about this topic and kept rambling. "i'm not saying there's anything wrong with that though. most humans probably wouldn't appreciate you as much as they should..."

"Killer..."

"you could have done worse. i don't know if the others have told you...but they really care about you."

You opened and closed your mouth, although no words came out.

"and the thing is...i do too." He fell silent again and nuzzled up against your hair.

You didn't remember falling asleep but you did remember that he continued whispering little comments every few minutes. At some point, you probably told him to shut up so you could actually sleep and he did, although not without pressing a kiss to the back of your head.

You woke up the next morning, tucked into your own bed and without experiencing any bad dreams. Or at least, none that you could remember...

#badsansuary #raccoons drabbles #undertale #killertale #something new #killer sans #killer sans x reader #reader #female reader #have some empathy dear #oneshot

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promptthebear · 11 months

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🐰 25 with frank castle!

Hello! Sorry this took so long, and congratulations on being my first Frank Castle fic!

Frank Castle x Reader- Jumpscare

Prompt: I can't smile, I'm mad

CW: Established relationship, F!Reader, written in 2nd person, reader referred to as "you". Body shape, hair colour, eye colour left ambiguous

Summary: You're home by yourself and watching a scary movie. Frank comes home after being gone for awhile. Chaos ensues.

You should’ve known better than to watch a scary movie when you were home alone. But Frank was still away, there was nothing else on and you were already too invested to turn it off.

Which is how you found yourself, up past midnight and still watching the hapless teens meet their doom at the hands of a knife wielding killer. Your black lab mix, Riley, was loyally snuggled against your side, fast asleep and completely indifferent to your growing anxiety. You ran a hand down his back, mindlessly working your fingers into his soft fur to try and soothe yourself. It didn’t have the desired effect however, since you nearly jumped a foot in the air as the movie killer leapt out from a closet onscreen and snared yet another victim.

Riley jumped with you, his head jolting up and a soft growl rising in his throat as he looked around for the hidden threat. You couldn’t help but laugh at yourself, reaching down to rumple the dog’s ears to try and calm the both of you.

“Sorry boy, just the TV.”

Your dog stared up at you for a moment, before letting out a heavy sigh. You could almost hear the annoyance in the sound, as if Riley couldn’t believe you’d woken him up for something so stupid. You watched as he shifted position and tucked his muzzle beneath his paws, most likely trying to block out any further interference with his sleep.

“I hope your Dad comes back soon” you said, half to Riley and half to yourself “I always get so jumpy when he’s gone.”

The movie certainly wasn’t helping. Every creepy sound effect from the TV seemed to echo back at you from somewhere in the apartment, and you kept glancing over your shoulder as though you expected the killer to pop out the second you looked away. You thought about texting or calling Karen, knowing your friend’s cheerful disposition would soothe you instantly, but decided against it when you remembered how late it was. Even though you knew Karen would answer right away, you didn’t want to disturb her. She was so busy with her new job at the paper, and it was your fault for putting yourself in this position anyway.

“Watcha watching?”

“Jesus SHIT” you shrieked, flying from the couch the second you felt a breath ghost against your ear. Riley, good boy that he was, followed suit, barking for all he was worth and doing his best to get a grip on the slippery hardwood so he could put himself between you and the intruder.

Said intruder however, was none other than Frank Castle. He was standing behind the couch, eyes wide and hands held up in a submissive gesture. A bag of takeout from your favourite Thai place hung from one wrist, and his keys were still in the opposite hand, which told you he’d just come in. How had you not heard him?

“Frank!” you yelped, reaching down to grab a pillow from the couch and lob it at his head “What is WRONG with you?!”

Frank ducked, the pillow barely grazing his ear as it flew past. He was upright again in seconds, years of Marine training giving him reflexes you could only dream of.

“Hey now” he said, a lopsided smile already tugging at the corners of his mouth “Is that any way to greet your husband?”

A sigh buzzed past your lips as you sank back down onto the sofa, your heart pounding a mile a minute in your ears. Riley, upon realizing it was Frank and not the Boogeyman, had stopped barking and was now doing a happy dance towards his master. Frank smiled down at the big dog, setting the bag of takeout on a end table next to the couch and kneeling down so he could greet Riley properly.

“Hey mutt” he said, his voice soft as he rumpled the dog’s ears “You been taking good care of your Mom for me?”

Riley squinted up at Frank, his tongue lolling out in a doggy grin as his tail wagged a mile a minute, nearly catatonic with delight. Yes he seemed to be saying Please tell me a did a good job because I tried so hard.

Frank gave the dog’s side a couple more affectionate pats before rising and turning to glance in your direction. You could feel his eyes tracing your profile, but you refused to meet his gaze. Instead, you bit your lip and stared resolutely at the TV, though the credits on your movie had started to roll.

“Babe?”

Nope. You weren’t going to look at him. Yes, he had been gone for at least a week and you had missed him so bad it hurt, but after that entrance he was going to have to work his way back into your good graces.

“Hey. Babe, look at me.”

The sudden closeness of Frank’s voice finally made you look up. He was leaning in front of you, his hands braced against the back of the couch so his arms made a cage around your torso. You could smell his aftershave and the coffee he must’ve drunk on the way home. It was a potent cocktail that made you want to grab hold of his collar and kiss him stupid, but you held fast.

“I haven’t seen you since last Saturday. Doesn’t that at least get me a smile or something?”

You ducked your head down, trying to hide your face from Frank’s probing gaze.

“I can’t smile, I’m mad”

Frank chuckled, the sound a deep rumble in his throat, before grabbing hold of your chin between his thumb and forefinger. He paused for a moment, gauging your reaction to the touch and waiting to see if you’d jerk away. When you didn’t, he gently tilted your face upwards so his eyes met yours.

You wanted to tell Frank to fuck off, that he was a jerk for scaring you and he wasn’t getting shit until he apologized, but any response you may have come up with vanished the instant his lips met yours. You melted into the kiss so quickly it was almost embarrassing. Within seconds, you had thrown your arms around Frank’s neck, clinging to him as though he was gone a year instead of just a week. Your eagerness wasn’t lost on Frank, and he pressed at the seam of your lips with his tongue, tightening his grip on your waist when you moaned in response.

You were about to open your mouth and reciprocate, when Riley pushed himself between your bodies, breaking off the kiss to give out some of his own. The two of you laughed as the big dog eagerly licked your faces, re-establishing himself as the centre of attention where he rightfully belonged.

“Ah, you missed me.” Frank said as he plopped down on the far side of the couch, leaving room so Riley could still sit in the middle. The big dog sprawled out as soon as Frank settled, his head in his master’s lap with his rear facing towards you for maximum pat potential. You happily obliged, scratching the spot between his hips you knew he loved.

“No way” you shot back, unable to keep the smile off your lips “I’m mad at you, remember?”

“Oh yeah? Well, you don’t kiss like someone who’s mad.”

You let out a snort and threw another pillow in Frank’s direction. He caught it nimbly instead of ducking this time, and leaned forward to tuck it behind his head. Once he was comfy, he held a hand out in your direction, loosely open with the palm up. With a sigh, you grabbed the remote from the nearest side table and handed it to him, turning back to grab the bag of takeout as he started to channel surf.

“You in the mood for another movie?” you asked as you placed the various Styrofoam containers on the coffee table. Like an idiot, you’d skipped dinner in favour of snacking on popcorn and the smell of the sai oua and fried rice almost had you drooling.

“I dunno,” Frank replied, his eyes trained on the screen “It all looks like horror stuff. You up for that?”

“Yeah. It’s not so scary when you’re here to protect me.”

#easter event 2023 #frank castle x reader #frank castle x you #frank castle oneshot #frank castle fluff

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fxckn-sxck-fr · 3 months

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𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄

Yandere Dick Grayson x GN Reader

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓: This AU came to me in a dream. The best honor you can bestow on a character is a yandere Ghostface fic, so I obviously had to give one to my man.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: yandere content, Ghostface Dick Grayson, stalking, blood, stab wounds, reader is implied to be a college student, reader likes horror movie trivia, Dick’s kinda freaky in this, OOC Dick (since he’s obviously not a serial killer in canon), the writer’s poorly disguised blood kink (nothing NSFT-worthy, but it’s definitely there).

… Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring…

Honestly, the phone ringing from the kitchen might’ve been the best jumpscare of the night. At least it was unexpected, unlike the tactics of this low budget slasher film you were watching (what was it called again? Agh, you’d have to look at the channel menu, and you lost the remote long ago). With a small sigh, you pulled yourself out of the couch and stretched your arms outwards, reveling in the satisfying pops elicited from your shoulders.

… Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring…

“Yeah, yeah,” you grumbled. “I’m coming.”

The phone was in the middle of a fourth ring when you finally reached the kitchen. Picking it up with a loose arm, you punched in the answer button and brought it up to your ear. “Hello?”

“Hey there, sweetheart.”

An unfamiliar voice greeted you on the other end. It was low and velvety, with the slightest gravelly texture around the edges that made the back of your neck feel prickly. Your brows furrowed at their teasingly flirty tone, not liking where this could be going. “And who is this?”

“You tell me,” replied the unknown caller.

“Sorry, got no idea.” You leaned against the kitchen counter, facing the living room so you could at least half-tune into movie still. “So… can I help you with anything, or…?”

“What’s your name?”

Okay. Whoever this guy was, he was seriously starting to creep you out and piss you off. “Dunno, you tell me,” you mockingly answered. “How did you get this number?”

“No need to be so rude,” the voice cooed at you. “I just wanna talk, is all.”

“Not very fond of talking to strangers,” you distastefully mumbled.

“You must not make a lot of friends, then.”

“Well,” a puff of air left your lips, “I manage.”

“Sure doesn’t look like it.”

… Huh?

Vocal chords feeling suddenly dry, you thickly swallowed. “What the hell does that mean?”

“Come on now, gorgeous.” There was a chuckle before the caller continued. “It’s a Friday night. Shouldn’t you be out with friends instead of watching old scary movies all by yourself?”

Your blood turned ice cold.

What the fuck. What the actual fuck. Who the hell is this weirdo, not only giving you a random call, but also spying on you? Was this some sort of prank from that dumbass fraternity down the street? Some sort of tradition they have to call up new residents in the townhouses and try to scare them shitless? But if that’s the case, how the hell did they get your number?

Another chuckle snapped you out of your thoughts. “Don’t look so tense, love. I only wanna talk, remember?”

“Talk,” you flatly echoed, turning around slowly to face the kitchen window. While you didn’t see anyone out there from where you were standing, it was too dark to know for sure. “About what?”

There was a long pause. All you could hear for several seconds was your quickening heartbeat and over-acted screams from the TV. It lasted for so long, wondered if your trembling fingers somehow accidentally hit the hang-up button.

Finally, the unknown caller spoke up again.

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

Your brows furrowed at the question. Why the fuck did he want to know that?

“Can’t say I have a favorite,” you shakily answered.

“Everyone’s got a favorite,” reasoned the caller. “Even I have one.”

“Yeah?” Your eyes darted between the window and the backdoor, praying you remembered to lock both of them. “What’s yours, then?”

“Guess.”

“… Friday the 13th?”

“Nope.”

“John Carpenter’s Halloween?”

“Guess again.”

“Nightmare on Elm Street?”

“You’re really bad at this.”

Either your eyes were playing tricks on you, or a shadowy figure was emerging from behind the bushes. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you began to slowly back out of the kitchen. “Well… then I give up. Tell me.”

“Nuh-huh, sweetheart. The game doesn’t work like that. And besides…”

You were now at the threshold in between the kitchen and the living room. “Yeah?”

“Three strikes and you’re out.”

A click, then a low beep; the call was dead.

Just like you’ll probably be if you stick around.

While you weren’t exactly sure if “out” meant he was going to kill you, you sure as hell didn’t want to find out. You’ve seen enough horror movies to know that only murderers made ominous quips like that. So, dropping your phone to the ground and spinning on your heals, you made a b-line towards the front door and fiddled with the lock. If he could see you from the kitchen, then that obviously meant he was out back; he’d have to circle around the entire line of townhouses if he wants to catch you in the front. That would give you enough time to start banging on doors, and at least someone would have to let you in, right?

As soon as you threw the door open, however, it became shockingly apparent that you made the wrong decision.

Looming in the doorframe was a broad figure in black robes. He wore a porcelain white mask with exaggerated mouth and drooping eyes, reminding you for a split second of some sort of Scooby-Doo monster. The only difference between one of those and this fucker, however, was the rather sharp-looking knife he were twirling in their gloved hand.

He gave you a tiny wave with his free hand.

You began to book it back into the kitchen.

Before you could even clear the living room, however, a sharp pain exploded in the back of your shoulder, causing you to cry out as your knees buckled. You were sent careening towards the ground as something ripped out of your skin; his knife, you realized with complete and interr horror. With grunts of agony, you struggled to push yourself off of the linoleum floor in hopes to get back to your feet.

An impressed whistle pierced the air. “Took that like a champ, sweetheart. So proud of ya.”

You finally managed to get yourself to a semi-crouched position, only for a hand to grab at your wounded shoulder and shove you down. The shout that was ripped from your chest was cut off as your jaw harshly slammed against the linoleum floor. Metallic blood flooded your mouth as your teeth caught your tongue in the impact, only adding to the cacophony of pain. There was still a firm hand on your shoulder, which squeezed tighter so he could roll you over and face him.

“You look so pretty when you’re terrified,” your attacker cooed, his blood-splattered mask only inches away from your face. He lowered himself to straddle your hips, his body weight pinning you against the floor. “Way better up close.”

“Please,” you pathetically pleaded, some of your bloody spit dribbling down your chin. “Please…!! Please, just let me go!!”

A low rumble came from him — a weird mix between a laugh and a groan — as he held the knife up against your neck. The blade was still warm, your own dark blood staining your skin. “Yeah, go on... beg for your life, love.”

God, why was this happening to you?! All you wanted to do was watch some cheap slasher movie and take it easy for the night, and now you’re one slice away from certain death?? Was this seriously gonna be how you go out; murdered in your own living room with old reruns playing on the TV? A choked sob left your lips at the pitiful thought.

“Please don’t kill me,” you whimpered, feeling the edge of the knife catch your skin as your throat bobbed from swallowing. “Please…”

“Good job, gorgeous,” he condescendingly praised. “Just like that. Don’t you know how hot you look right now?”

Christ… this guy was fucking disgusting. The way he seemed so into this made your skin crawl. His free hand came up to caress your cheek, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind with it. Swiping his thumb across your lower lip, he hooked his index finger under your chin and tilted your head upwards. It took you a few moments to register that the weight of the knife’s blade was removed from your neck, now being held gently against your cheek as he let out a hum.

“You’re quite the catch,” he mused, pressing the blade harder against your cheek to draw blood. You couldn’t help but sharply inhale at the stinging sensation.

“Why are you…” a noise of pain interrupted your sentence as he slowly slid the knife down to your jawline, “doing this..?!”

He didn’t seem to care for your question. Instead, he released your chin from his leather hand, bringing it up to his mask and stroking the elongated jaw. It was as if he was pondering something, his fingers smearing your speckled blood downwards until he got to the tip of his mask’s chin. Then, in a slow, deliberate movement, he began to tug the mask upwards to reveal a crooked smirk. Your stomach dropped entirely when you realized he was confident enough about this to let you see part of his face; he really was going for the kill.

“I’d like to think this thrill is a lot better than the cheap scares in movies,” he teased, bringing the knife back to your throat and leaning closer to your face. You could feel his hot breath against the cut on your cheek as he finished with, “and I think you’d agree.”

Your shoulders jolted at the sudden wetness against the side of your face, and it dawned upon you that the fucker was licking you. His tongue ran up your shallow gash, clearing away whatever amount of blood that bubbled from it. You felt your face crinkle up in disgust as he continued to lap at it, like he was a little kid licking an ice cream cone (you could even hear him click his tongue against the roof of his mouth and swallow; this fucking psycho was actually consuming your blood).

Once he seemed satisfied, he pulled away a few inches to run his red-stained tongue over his lips. “You know… my favorite scary movie is actually Dracula. I was always into the classics.”

“Dracula,” you shakily repeated, feeling cold sweat collect on the back of your neck. “1930s? Tod Browning?”

He let out a hum of approval. “Wow. You seem to know your stuff, sweetheart! Didn’t realize you were that into the genre.”

“I… I guess…”

“Yeah?” The leather of his gloves creaked as he clenched the hilt of the knife tighter. “Isn’t this perfect for you, then? Getting to live out the real deal? Lot’s of horror movie junkies out there would absolutely kill to be in your position right now.”

Your limbs felt numb, petrified to the floor with pure terror. “Never thought I’d s-star in one…!”

“What a shame,” he tutted. “You’re a perfect fit for the victim role.”

The blade began to dig deeper into the meat of your neck.

This was it. This is how you were going to die. You could barely hear the resolution of the movie in the background over your palpitating heart as the blade dug deeper into the meat of your neck. With any luck, he’d make this a quick one, putting you out of your misery so you didn’t have to suffer through a slow, painful death. If he wasn’t that nice, however, your vision was already spotty from blood loss, so there was at least the possibility of you passing out before it got too agonizing.

But then, just as you could feel your own blood dribbling down your collarbone, the pressure was alleviated.

“Come to think of it, though…” he pulled the mask back down his face, giving it a little jostle to make sure it was correctly oriented. “Killing you off so soon would be disappointing.”

He leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“I want to see you in the sequel.”

Without another word, he slowly pushed himself off of you to stand up. You took this as the perfect opportunity to desperately crawl away, wide and careful eyes still trained on him in case he lunged at you again. Fortunately, it seemed as though he truly was done for the night, taking a few steps back from you as he twirled the knife in his one hand. With the other, he gave a tiny wave, and practically skipped out the front door, even having the courtesy to slam it behind him.

He just spared your life.

You could practically feel yourself melting into the cracks of the linoleum floor. Holy shit, he just spared your life. After all of that — finding your number, calling you outside of your house, stabbing you, and having the perfect opportunity to finish you off — he decided to spare your life. What the fuck just happened.

Well, it’s not like you had time to deliberate on that; you were kinda still bleeding out right now. He did stab you, after all.

So, rolling yourself over on all fours, you clutched the bloody wound on the back of your shoulder and began to crawl towards the kitchen as the ending credits rolled on your shitty slasher film.

So… as it turns out, the phone ringing was not the best jumpscare of the night.

#❥ TW: YANDERE #❥ GHOSTFACE AU #❥ YANDERE CHARACTER #❥ ROMANTIC(?) YANDERE #❥ YANDERE DICK GRAYSON #❥ YANDERE DICK GRAYSON X READER #❥ GN READER

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ezras-left-thumb · 1 month

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PART 2 - FLASH STRIKE (TBB SEASON 3) (SPOILERS)

Emerie walked in. Of course she did. The way my jaw D R O P P E D when the two made the dreaded Eye Contact. Oh, Echo. The 501st were never good at lying.

And Emerie's lil eyebrow raise has me worried.

"Echo." WHAT THE FUUUUUCK. "I-I was doing my job."

STOP. REDEMPTION ARC? EMERIE YOU'RE MAKING IT VERY VERY HARD TO HATE YOU.

wait stop his ears were such a jumpscare why didn't i think of that

Oh my god Emerie yesyesyes come to the liiiight.

Oh my stars. Unless we're getting a surprise part 2 I don't know how or what the hell the production team is gonna put us through. We have half an hour (potentially 1.25 hours from what I've heard) to wrap up this ENTIRE show.

So many things have been left unanswered. Is Wrecker alright? Did the Batch make it inside OK? Do Emerie and Echo find Omega and the others? Where is CX-2? What happened to him? Who will die in the finale, because it's Star Wars and we never get a happy ending?

and is tech really dead, or is he coming back?

#star wars #the bad batch #the bad batch s3 #tbb season 3 spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #tbb omega #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb echo #tbb tech #tbb cx 2 #episode review #flash strike #tbb s3 ep14

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k111lemall · 4 months

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Backstage 💋 Jason Newstead x Fem!Reader

word count: 662

warnings: smut, shower sex, unprotected pinv sex, creampie, fingering, Lars jumpscare for a sec

The show ended less than fifteen minutes ago and Jason still wasn’t backstage. I had found Kirk and Lars a few minutes before and when I asked them where he was they just shrugged. Finally, I bumped into James. “James! Do you know where Jase is?” I asked him “Oh yeah, he’s in the shower room. He didn’t want to be sweaty before he came over and saw you.” he said and pointed down the hallway to a door.

“I’m sure he’ll be out soon.” He reassured me, we both went our separate ways and I made my way over to the shower room door. I knocked and when I heard a familiar voice yell back “Who is it?” I opened the door and walked in. Jason was turning the shower off and had a white towel wrapped around his waist. “Oh hey! I meant to tell you I was gonna hop in here really quick, but I totally forgot.” he said and walked over to me “It’s okay Jase. How was the show?” I asked and made my way closer to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, he brought his hands down to my waist.

“It was good, the crowd was amazing - my bass sounded kinda weird towards the end though.” he replied “Aww, I’m sorry.” I said, and he laughed “It’s okay.” I placed my hand on his jaw and gave him a peck on the lips. His grip on my waist tightened and he lowered his voice “Ya know, the guys are signing stuff right now - won’t be in here for a little while.” he said and raised his eyebrow. “Is that so?” I replied and nodded.

The shower water was cold after the shower Jason had taken a few moments before, but that didn’t stop us from getting back in. Since they were playing in an arena, the shower room was just stalls - that didn’t have a door or anything to cover you with. We were in the last stall at the end of the row so we weren’t exactly in the line of vision if anyone came in, but they could see us.

Jason had me pressed against the wall, one of my legs on his hip his hand holding me up and his long fingers sliding in and out of me. I was trying to maintain the makeout that we had going on, but the pleasure from his fingers inside of me had my head falling into the crook of his neck and my fingers digging into his biceps. “Fuck…Jase!” I cried out, “You close baby?” he asked and I nodded “Fuck, don’t cum yet…wait…” he said and removed his fingers from inside me.

“Jase what are you-“I was cut off by the feeling of Jason’s long length sliding into me. He grabbed onto the back of my knee harder and somehow managed to pull me closer than he already had me. He pounded into me, and the echo of skin clapping together bounced off the shower room walls.

My ears were ringing, I was so close, I was about to “Jason holy shit are you almost done?” Lars’ loud voice said as he came in. He stopped in his tracks and looked at me and Jason. “Crazy fuckin’ kids,” Lars said and walked out. I looked at Jason and we both busted out laughing. We regained our composure and Jason started again at his fast, agonizing thrusts.

I screamed out, “Fuck! Jason, I’m cumming!” I yelled “Come on baby…” he grunted and bucked his hips up into mine as we both finished at the same time. Jason rested his forehead on mine and let go of my leg. “Think Lars is telling everyone?” he asked and chuckled, “Hope he is, then everyone can know how good you make me feel,” I replied and smiled, kissing him on his lips and splashing some of the cold water on his face.

#hell444you #hell444youwrites!!#jason newsted #jason newstead smut #metallica #metallica smut

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lovingdilfs · 1 year

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Lock the door, next time (smut)

There is a bit of jumpscare in this… the ugly monster Colonel Parker 👹

Warnings: 18+ content, sex, fingering, creampie, colonel Parker.

Me next Elvis… please I’m begging you! Already on my knees for you hehe

As he looked at you with a lustful gaze, Elvis began to kiss and lick his way down your body, making you shiver with pleasure. When he reached your inner thighs, he paused, looking up at you with a wicked grin. "Oh baby you’re so wet for me" he asked, his breath hot against your skin. You could only nod, unable to form words as desire consumed you. He leaned in, his tongue flicking over your sensitive skin, and you gasped, arching your back. As he continued to explore you with his mouth, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. "Elvis, I'm gonna..." you moaned, but he didn't stop. Instead , he increased the pressure and speed of his tongue, pushing you over the edge as you cried out his name. Your body shook with pleasure as he continued to lap at your wetness, prolonging your orgasm until you were completely spent. He climbed back up to you, his lips brushing against yours as he whispered, "You taste so sweet, honey." You pulled him in for a deep kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. For a brief moment you stopped, You couldn't help but admire the beauty of Elvis in that moment, with his eyes dark with desire and his lips puffy and red from kissing you. His messy jet black hair and iconic sideburns were tingling against your fingers as you ran them through his hair, feeling a sense of pure bliss. As you kissed Elvis deeply, you couldn't help but think how lucky you were to be in this moment with him. His hands roamed over your body, and you moaned into his mouth as his fingers found their way inside you once again. He broke the kiss, leaning back to look at you with a smirk on his face. "You like that, huh?" he asked, his voice low and seductive. You scream out his name, while his fingers kept hitting your sensitive spot “Elvis!… I-I oh gosh!” He slipped his fingers out you, unbuttoned his pants and climbed on top of you once again, his hard length pressing against your entrance. You could feel his breath hot against your neck as he whispered in your ear, "Are you ready for me, baby?" You nodded, unable to find the words to speak as you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer. He slowly pushed into you, filling you up completely as you moaned in pleasure. You rocked your hips against his, urging him to go faster and harder as he thrust into you with increasing speed. You could feel the tension building in your body, the pleasure coursing through you as Elvis moved inside you, hitting all the right spots.

You gripped his back tightly, your nails digging into his skin, he groaned at the feeling. You both were lost in desire you didn’t realize how loud you guys was. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. You both froze, looking at each other with wide eyes. "Shh, be quiet," Elvis whispered. He was still moving slowly in you, causing you to let a small moan out. He quickly wrapped his fingers around your mouth to silence you. You looked up at him with a naughty grin, biting his finger playfully as you lifted your hips to meet his slow movements. Elvis couldn't help but groan at the sensation, his eyes locking onto yours as he continued to rock into you. “Elvis” a deep voice came from the other side of the door. But the sound of your moans where overlapping the voice. The sound of your moans and his grunts mixed together, creating a symphony of pleasure that echoed throughout the room. He couldn't resist kissing you again, his lips capturing yours in a fiery kiss as his hands roamed over your body. You could feel his desire building, and you knew that you were both close to the edge. As you broke away from the kiss, gasping for breath, he whispered in your ear, "I'm gonna make you come so hard, baby." And with that, he began to move faster, his thrusts becoming harder and more intense. You could feel the heat building inside you, your body trembling with the force of your impending orgasm. And as Elvis plunged deep inside you, hitting all the right spots, you cried out his name, your pleasure washing over you in waves. As you came down from the high, Elvis continued to move inside you, his own release not far behind. With one final thrust, he exploded inside you, groaning your name as he spilled himself into you. You both froze as you heard the door open, and your eyes widened in shock as you saw Colonel Parker standing there, his expression unreadable. Elvis quickly pulled out of you and jumped off the bed, frantically buttoning up his pants while you tried to cover yourself with the sheets. “Elvis… some people tend to answer when their name get called out, but i see you are a busy man” Colonel Parker's voice was stern and commanding. “Just get fixed up, my boy! And next time don’t be so loud… the whole hotel has heard you two” Parker said before closing the door. Elvis let out a sigh of relief, then turned to you with a smirk. "Looks like we've got to be a bit more quiet from now on, baby," he said, and you couldn't help but laugh.

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ladymarycrawley · 1 year

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Astraphobia - John Stones

Request: can you write a fluff where you and john are just friends (but like each other) and you're over at his house to see movies maybe and when you are about to sleep (in different rooms) it starts to rain heavily and you are afraid so ask to stay with john until the rain stops and he obviously says yes (maybe you'll end up sleeping, you decide the ending).

Warning: fluff gone smut to quench my John need

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @stonesyy @johnstonesfc @prideofpd

Astraphobia - an abnormal fear of thunder and lightning or an unwarranted fear of scattered and/or isolated thunderstorms.

That was movie night. You and John, your best friend, decided that a couple of days before and you were sure it would have been a good night, even though you didn't know what exactly would have made it a good one.

As you arrived at his house he welcomed you in his towel only, just out of the shower. That could have been something potentially dangerous as you recently ha become aware of the feelings you had for him which surpassed the ones you should have for a friend.

You gulped and tried not to let that heavenly vision affect you.

"Sorry, I just got back from training…you can order some take out if you want as I get dressed"

Do you really need to get dressed?

You nodded, hoping some other type of activity could have helped you but that sight was impossible to forget. Not even his boring account of that day, that stupid rom-com you had playing on Netflix could distract you.

He was such a good friend, you loved staying with him but that night you felt different towards him as if all the loving feelings he ignited in you came alive all of sudden, those feelings you tried so hard to suppress.

He can't be nothing more than a friend to me.

You couldn't stop staring at him, his lips were moving along, busy telling you about his day, then stop to ear some joke they said on the film and started laughing out loud.

He was so perfect.

The embarrassment came the moment he caught you staring at his lips.

"What? Do I have something on my lip?"

You shook your head, wanting nothing but run away from that room.

"I'm just trying to pay attention to what you’re saying"

"Really?" He knew better than you that wasn’t the case, you had something very different in mind than listening to whatever his mouth was saying.

"Yeah…"

You were really trying to pay attention to him to be fair, to what he was saying but staring at him was much more interesting.

What I'd give to kiss those lips, I bet they feel so soft and warm…

Without any warning, he kissed you, the softest kiss you've ever received.

Those lips were really made to be kissed.

The film on tv was long forgotten as you both had better things to do.

Suddenly a loud thunder from outside made you jump, breaking away from the kiss.

"What?"

"Oh it's raining"

"Yeah, it's something kinda typical of England, you know" He sassed, making you roll your eyes.

"The rain it's not a problem...I'm afraid of thunderstorms"

"Oh look at you" John cooed, hugging you closer to him. "I won't let those bad clouds do anything to you"

"Don't make fun of me" His arms wrapped around you were like the safest place you've ever been to, you belonged in there.

"I'm not! I'm just protecting you"

You looked at each other for a couple of seconds before John grabbed your chin started kissing you again, quite passionately this time.

"I - I think it's better if we go to bed" The fear he might forget have forgotten about it in the morning haunted you out of nowhere so you decided to stop kissing him. Better safe than sorry.

John looked at you kind of puzzled as he couldn't do anything but staring at you getting up from the sofa. It wasn’t clear what had gotten into you but he didn’t want to force you into something you might have regretted.

"Erm yeah…if that's what you want"

After wishing each other goodnight, you went straight to the guest room, ready to put yourself to sleep as another loud, jumpscaring thunder echoed through the house. You hated sleeping alone with that weather outside so you had no other option than to go asking John for help. That wouldn't have helped your case in the slightest but your fear was habing the upper hand.

He was a hard sleeper so he didn't notice you entering his room and getting into his bed at first, he only acknowledged it when he felt your cold fingers through the cotton sleeve of his white t-shirt that made him widen his eyes.

"Y/N?? What are you doing here?"

"I told you I'm scared of storms"

John sighed, sliding his arm around your back to let you cuddle closer to him.

"Can I kiss you?"

As an answer to your question, he attached his lips to yours as the kiss, that started as something innocent and sweet, like a cry for help, soon turned into something rather passionate, resulting into his body soon covering yours.

His broad back was there for you to finally touch it. God knows how many nights you thought about roaming your hands all over it, feeling his toned muscles under your touch. He was finally there and you could have lived your fantasy of touching him, for real now.

Fantasies are meanto to be real sooner or later, isn't?

When he lowered himself to kiss you, his hands firmly pressed at the sides of your head while yours were holding onto his shoulders, the movement to bend over to deepen the kiss made his back muscles tense even more, highlighting the perfection that was his body.

All of that caused you to let out a deep and breathy moan right into his ear, giving him goosebumps.

John himself had been thinking about having you like this, all needy and moaning under him, so many times. He wanted to have you by his side every day, to watch some trashy rom-com on the sofa while chewing on some sweets or making love to you in his king size bed as the rain outside kept on pouring against the windows.

"You have no idea how much I dreamed about this" He gasped against your forehead before kissing it.

"Neither do you" You smirked, moving your lips to the side to place a kiss on his inner wrist.

John smiled, truly grateful for the moment he was living, picking up the needy dance your lips and tongues were taking part in.

The Manchester City defender's hands travelled down your body, tracing the side of your boobs, the curve of your hips ending to linger on your thighs, tightening his grip around them to place them around his hips.

"You're so beautiful"

Those words nearly brought tears to your eyes: those words were something he would say to you but only in the fake scenarios your head wpuld play on and on and hearing him saying that in real life definitely hit different.

You sighed, trying to hide your shiny eyes with your hands. He took your hand in his and brought it to his lips to kiss your fingertips.

"Before you say anything, I'm not crying" You said, in an attempt to diffuse the tension.

"I won't say anything, I didn't even notice it!" He lied as the reason why he did that sweet gesture with your hand was precisely because of that but he knew you wouldn't want him to see that.

"Don't lie, Stones"

"I never lie" He breathed out, keeping your knuckles against his pulpy lips.

"So you really think I'm beautiful?"

"I said I never lie so yeah, you are"

You blushed so hard the red tint on your cheek was visible even in the dark room.

"Thanks…you're handsome too"

"How hard was it to admit?" He asked cockily as you pushed him a little to the side.

"Don't act all cocky now, you know how hate it"

John giggled, the way you were acting all shy and a little bothered made him crazy, he was crazy for you.

He grabbed your face in his hands, squeezing it a little stronger to keep your jaw in place as he kissed you so passionately it made you beg for him to fuck you. He was just waiting for it and your needy praise made him jolt with excitement.

He dipped your body further into the mattress and gently started penetrating you. He stayed still for a moment, to make sure you were still okay with that so he could go forward.

You moved your hand between your legs, brushing your pussy right where your bodies became one and sighed, sighed so loudly he took it as an affirmative sign.

You wrapped your legs around his waist to let him fuck you deeply and to feel him closer at the same time.

God, having him inside of you felt so good, it was pure ecstasy.

The way his body was sinuously moving over yours was enough to drive you insane, you lost every speech or reasoning ability. Even spelling his name became something hard to do: moans and whines were the only sounds that could leave your throat, getting even louder when the profanities and deep moans that would leave his mouth resonated directly into your ear thanks to the close proximity of his face to yours. You were like entranced, each one of his thrusts pushed you closer to the edge, making you feel like you've never felt before.

Your bodies were so close the sweat drops covering your foreheads mixed as you were now as one.

John got up from your body and kneeled between your legs, positioning them at his sides to fuck you deeper, sinking his hand on the soft skin of your thigh and then on your lower belly, to feel his cock thrusting into you.

You moaned his name louder, as if the whole world had to know how good he was making you feel. His thrusts got so deep he soon led you through your first orgasm which left you shaking and on cloud nine.

"Are you okay?" He asked you. When you opened your eyes to look at him you couldn't believe his perfection: he was there naked with his panting chest covered with some little sweat drops, as well as on his forehead. The urge to kiss him was more important than answering his question and that's what you did.

As your lips were pressing a long and passionate kiss to his, your hand reached for his member between his legs and started stroking it lazily, pressing your thumb pad on the tip. He moaned in the kiss, clearly loving what you were doing.

You gave each other a lot of pleasure and the fact that you finally admitted your feelings to each other after all that time made it even more pleasurable.

"I'm more than okay"

Your answer nade him smile, pressing your forehead against yours. He raised his hand to reach yours and intertwine your fingers: he was like measuring how big his hand was in comparison to yours and you loved it. You loved all of it so much.

That storm that frightened you that much wasn't that bad after all. Fairly, it could have lasted all night now that you were finally in the safest place ever.

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