#fanfiction requests
Note
Hello! Could I request some dark smut with Lip? I can also be more specific if you'd like! No worries if you don't want to write it! Also I just found your blog and love your writing! 💕
Fucked Back Into Reality
Lip Gallagher x Fem Reader
Summary: Your boyfriend Lip, hadn't talked to you in a couple of days. After having several conversations about this reoccuring problem, you decied to give him the cold shoulder. He reminds you why doing this is a riskey game.
Word Count: 2.0k+
TW: Rough Smut, Brat Kink, Masocism.
Ref Account: @kaionyx
<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
It’s a bitterly cold day in Chicago’s south side. The type of cold where everyone at school is more concerned about staying warm than fashion. You were walking to school, both your parents left for work before you woke up. The school was too close to home for bus services so walking was really the only option. After trying to get in touch with Lip for the past two days, you were now on strike from being nice to him. You weren’t ignorant, Lip had a lot going on at home which meant his undivided attention was rare. Sometimes you wished he would just shoot you a text like: hey super busy day, love you / shits been crazy, talk to you when i can. Having this conversation in the past, you weren’t going to bother having it again. It surprised you to see Lip sitting on the front steps of the school; early which he never was. You started walking up the steps, he stood up and flicked his cigarette bud into the snow.
“Hey,” he said, you just looked at him and kept walking to your locker.
“Oh come one, you’re ignoring me?” he asked, leaning up against the mental lockers as you emptied your things into the locker.
“Seems familiar doesn’t it,” you say, referencing him not reaching out for the past couple days.
“Yeah but mine was accidental not bratty,” he chuckled. Maybe it was because you haven't eaten or smoked that morning but that comment enraged you. Slamming your locker and walking toward first period, leaving him in the hall.
Just your luck to have chemistry as the first class of the day. The teacher took 20 minutes to calm the class down. Kids play fighting with each other or flirting in the back of the room. Groups of students in their cliques, not paying any mind to the instructions given. You felt bad for the teacher, I'm sure she thought an education career would help so many teens. Only to be placed in one of the most poorly funded schools in the state. You didn’t feel too bad though, it only meant less work for you. Lip liked the fact that you cared about your grades, that you had a plan after highschool. As stupid as Lip was acting, you also liked how smart he was. You complained about it alot but you liked how he didn’t fall for your little tricks and games. He doesn’t chase you, or let you push him over. Most guys were just so emotionally unintelligent, not to mention Lip was more mature when it came to sex. The last couple guys you were with didn’t even talk while you fucked. Didn’t know what foreplay was or understand a woman's body. Lip had a really good understanding of when to be gentle or rough. When he would whisper things in your ear it always felt so natural and smooth. There were times when your stomach would randomly flip when thinking about the nasty things he’d told or done to you. Maybe part of the reason you had some animosity towards Lip was because you had been sexually frustrated. For the past couple weeks you felt like you were practically throwing yourself at him and he wasn’t in the mood. Of course you respected that, you just missed him was all; maybe a specific part of him. At lunch he came up to you from behind and hugged you. Still feeling quite stubborn, you allowed it but acted like you didn’t care.
“You still mad?” he whispers into your ear which makes your skin break out with goosebumps. He slides his hands down from your waist to your hips.
“I know we haven’t talked but I’m here now, let’s ditch for the rest of the day,” he said, pressing his lips against your neck. As much as you wanted to give in and agree, you still wanted to make a point. Pushing his hands away, you grab your backpack and walk away without acknowledging him. If he wanted to brand you as a brat then you’d give him his money's worth.
It was the last period, and everyone was waiting for the bell to ring. Some kids just left when they were ready and the teacher didn’t care. He just sat there, staring with cold dead eyes at his computer. Daren was consistently trying his best to spark conversation with you, all he talked about was how he ran track but he was trying his best. The heaters were blasting inside the school because it was snowing. The classroom windows were wet with condensation which made you feel sticky. Becoming overstimulated you decide to leave early, excusing yourself and walking out. Daren followed you into the hallway,
“Hey I was wondering if you wanted to stay after school and watch me practice? Maybe I can take you out after, or something?” he asks.
“Oh sorry I can't. I actually have a ton of homework so, maybe next time?” you say walking away, happy that you’re avoiding the rush of people flooding out the front gates.
Normally Lip would walk you home but you didn’t see him. Your willpower that was fueling your grudge was weakening. Pulling your phone out of your pocket and seeing if he texted you; he didn’t. Looking back you were feeling silly about your actions because look where they led you. It was really cold, snow sticking to your hair and eyelashes. Once you finally got home, Lip was waiting on the porch which took you by surprise. You went to greet him, this is when you noticed he looked angry. He didn’t even say anything to you, even after opening the door and letting the both of you in.
“How’s Daren?” he asks, once you both get to your bedroom.
“What?” you asked confused.
“Well you talked to him all last period and even after you left,” he said, sitting on your bed and lighting a cig.
“Okay first of all, I only talk to him for like two seconds. He asked me to watch him practice and I said no,” you defend yourself.
“That’s two seconds more than you talked to me today,” he remarked.
“Lip that’s not even fair,” you say, which made him smirk and shake his head as he took a drag.
“Do you even hear yourself? ‘tHat’s nOt fAiR’ whining like a baby who didn’t get their way. Why were you so offended that I called you a brat even though you’re acting just like one,” he said.
“What are you trying to scare me?” you ask while laughing.
“Trying?” he asked rhetorically.
You rolled your eyes and started to change into comfortable clothes. While you were only in your bra and underwear, Lip came behind you and ripped the lace material of the panties. You gasp and go to turn around but he presses you against the closet door. Intertwining his hand into your hair, gripping it so tight strands of hair were being pulled out. His dick was extremely hard and feeling it pressed against your ass immediately excited you. Moving your head slightly so he can start kissing and biting your neck. His breathing was hard and with his chest pressed against your back, you could feel his heartbeat. As he marked your neck, whimpers and moans were escaping your mouth.
“Since you were feeling so brave today let’s hope you keep that energy,” he growled into your ear.
“You gonna try and teach me a lesson?” you asked with a patronizing tone.
He chuckled and led you to the bed by your hair. Your heart was racing, your sexlife was by no means bland however, this was the first time he was this rough. It felt like the two of you were breaking the rules or something. Like discovering new and daunting territories. He reached his hand down and started feeling you through the hole in your panties he made. He let out a moan once he felt how wet you were.
“You are such a fucking slut, good to know being put in your place is all it takes for you to soak your panties,” he said, letting go of your hair.
He sat up onto his knees, instead of fully stripping his clothes, he just pulled his dick out of his zipper. Rubbing the tip against your pussy. Your chest was pressed against the mattress but your ass was pressed against his shaft. You start to rock your hips back and forth against him but he starts spanking his hands against your ass. The pain was so bad it burned, you thought he’d stop after a couple times but he kept going. Wanting to show you were handling the smacks, you try your best to take them without complaint. He was unrelenting and you finally begin to squirm away, which seemed to humor him,
“The more you fight and squirm, the more I wanna fuck you,” he said, running his nails down your now bright red ass.
“Fuck just do it already then,” you whine, in response he spits at your face.
“Cum slut’s don’t speak unless spoken to,” he said, pushing himself into your twitching and leaking pussy.
The feeling was enough to make your eyes roll back. After weeks of Lip blue-balling you, the sensation of being filled by him was pure bliss. He was going at a painfully slow rate, pulling himself fully in and out of you after every thrust. As pleasurable as it was, you’d do anything to get him to speed up. Unable to rock your own hips, you kick your feet a little in protest. This made him laugh and slow down even further. He grabbed your wrists and pressed them against your lower back, taking full control of your body. You were dripping down both thighs and tears pooled in your eyes. You were at your limit with his teasing, tightly clenching around him. He pulled out and flipped you onto your back, feeling too embarrassed to look him in the eye. Tears had stained your cheeks and your hair was in complete disarray from being yanked and pulled. He crawled on top of you and started pushing his tip in and out. You were bucking your hips up, tears coming back as he teased relentlessly.
“You’re sensitive here? Perfect spot to abuse huh?” he asked sarcastically, using one hand to smack his cock against your pussy.
In your own little world, trying to cum with what little friction he was giving you. He finally stops and instead wraps his hands around your neck. Then starts pounding into you, slowly tightening his grip over time. You were feeling dizzy and foggy, letting out a moan every time his length fully pressed into you. He was grunting and groaning, a couple beads of sweat dropping onto the bed from how much he was exerting himself. The closer you got to your orgasm the tighter his grip on your throat became. Your face was bright red and a wheezing sound came out of your mouth with every inhale. He seemed to be hummored by this and started to mock you.
“Can’t breathe? Good,” he chuckled.
The mixture of degradation and the fast paced abuse on your cunt was enough to send you over the edge. Shockwaves of pure pleasure began to ripple throughout your body. Legs trembling and eyes rolling back. He was chasing his own climax, seeing and feeling you cum around his cock was enough for him. Rutting into you with no regard for you, as if you were nothing but a toy for him. Seeing how he turned you into such a slutty mess made him feel feral. It wasn’t until he was fully finished that he removed his hands from your neck. After a small coughing fit, you began to come too. Lip was already up, using his shirt to clean you up. Pulling your hair out of your face and into a messy bun. You were half dead, completely exhausted and worn down. He laid down next to you, rubbing your back and whispering affirmations into your ear. You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to be as close to him as you could.
“I’m glad I could fuck the attitude out of you,” he said, as you fell asleep.
#lip gallagher x fem reader#lip gallagher x reader#lip gallagher x y/n#lip gallagher imagine#lip gallagher smut#lip gallagher fanfiction#smut lip gallagher#one shot#smut fanfiction#fanfiction requests#rough smut#brat taming#shameless fanfic#shameless smut
500 notes
·
View notes
Text
Yes, Princess
Pairing: Regina George x Reader
Warnings: filthy filthy smut (18+ MDNI), cunnilingus, dom/sub dynamics, use of strap on dildo, gagging with clothing, FemDom!Regina, Sub!Reader, use of pet names, begging, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, both characters are consenting adults! Slight angst at the end.
Reader is short and masc-presenting
Word Count: 5300, Part 1/?
Anonymous Asked: hiiiii are you open to writing like FemDom Regina George x short masc girl/enby, and Regina likes to make them beg to finish. thanks and sorry i don’t know how to write requests lol
Regina brings Reader home to use them for all her needs, promising a reward for being on their best behavior for their Princess.
Explicit content below! Read at your own risk (or pleasure 😉)
You were sitting on a bench outside in the courtyard at school, eating your lunch, when Regina George walked past you and dropped a folded paper note into your lap.
You looked up at the blonde as she kept walking. She turned back over her shoulder and gave you a flirty wink and a wave of her fingers.
You unfolded the note carefully and were met with the woman’s frilly handwriting in pink glitter gel pen ink. The note read: “meet me at my car after school, little one. I have something for you.” You could ascertain her intentions and the thought formed a pit in your stomach and a pool of heat between your legs.
She had done this before; she had given you vague invitations, drove you to her lavish house after school, and led you by the hand up to her bedroom. You had always known exactly what you were agreeing to with Regina, and you always had done so willingly.
Regina had come out as a lesbian in the time since the junior year bus accident, but she still liked to do things her way sometimes. She got off on the secrecy and scandal of it all. She enjoyed the rush of keeping the girls she liked under her heel, even though she had changed for the better as a person.
It wasn’t a secret between the two of you that you wanted more of Regina, but that just wasn’t what she wanted right now. You had to respect that and you appreciated her transparency with you. It was far better to have a piece of Regina than none of her at all, so when the last dismissal bell rang, you gathered up your stuff and walked to Regina’s Jeep in the student lot.
She was waiting for your arrival with a cheeky grin. The blonde was more than a head taller than you in her heeled Doc Martens. You approached her with your school bag draped over one shoulder and she beckoned you closer with a curl of her index finger, then pointed to the ground in front of her feet.
You obeyed unquestioningly, coming to a stop right in front of her. She peered down at you over the top of her sunglasses, her brilliant blue eyes seeing right through you, reading all of your desires as if they were tattooed on your face. She smiled adoringly, “I love how good you are for me, baby.”
“Thank you, Gina.”
She raised an eyebrow, “excuse me?”
You flinched, “I’m sorry, I meant thank you, Princess.”
And so it had already begun. When you were with her, you were hers. And honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Regina grasped her chin in her hand, squeezing either side of your face and then pulled you in for a hard kiss. She kissed you, and then sucked on your bottom lip and grazed her teeth over the soft skin, reminding you of your place.
She then ushered you into the passenger seat of her car before getting in on her side. You weren’t allowed to buckle yourself so you waited for her to reach across your chest and buckle your seatbelt for you. As she did so, she kissed your cheek, leaving a bright red lipstick print on your skin.
She eyed you up and down and said, “you look so handsome today, babyboy. I couldn’t resist bringing you home for me tonight.”
A shiver ran down your spine at her compliment, “oh, thank you so much, Princess.”
She smiled and rubbed her thumb over your inner thigh as she pulled out of the parking spot and began to drive. The way Regina affected you was unreal. Her touch alone was already enough to give you the urge to cross your legs tightly. When you tried to, though, she batted your thigh and made you spread your legs open even wider and let her fingertips drift even further inward, playing with the inside seams of your jeans and tickling you.
She scolded you, “tsk tsk, you know the rules, babyboy.”
You nodded obediently and let her keep touching you teasingly even though it made you squirm. You had to bite down on your bottom lip to stifle your sounds.
“Princess, your note said you had something for me?”
“Yes, I do honey. If you can be a good boy and behave yourself tonight, I’ll have a very nice reward for you.”
“Really, Miss? That’s wonderful!” You were genuinely excited, “I promise I’ll be good for you.”
“I bet you will, my baby. And I’ll take good care of you,” she continued to rub her thumb over your inner thigh as she spoke.
She pulled into her driveway and threw her car into park. You watched as Regina got out of the car and came over to your side and kissed you in the same dominating fashion as before while she unbuckled you and then pulled you out of your seat and led you inside the house.
She took you straight up to her bedroom and lightly pushed you inside her room ahead of her then closed the door and locked it. You just stared at her with wide eyes awaiting her instructions like you had been taught to.
She looked you up and down while she contemplated what she wanted from you and then a small smirk formed on her lips. You saw the twinkle in her eye and felt your knees weakening at only her expression.
“I want you to lie on the bed, on your back,” she began, “but I want you to let your head hang off the edge of the bed. Do you understand what I’m asking, babyboy?”
You nodded your head excitedly and crawled onto her bed, positioning yourself as Regina had instructed, “like this, Princess?”
She walked up to you and ran her fingers through your short hair, “yes, exactly like that baby. You’re doing so good.”
You smiled at her praise. You loved pleasing her.
Your head hung backwards off the edge of the bed and you watched Regina as she slowly started to remove her crop top, letting her tits fall out of the fabric.
Your eyes widened and you stared at her in awe as she continued to strip in front of you.
“You like that, baby?”
“Yes, princess, you’re so pretty…”
“I’m your pretty Princess, aren’t I honey?”
You nodded, “mmhmm…”
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and slid them down her legs painfully slowly, letting every inch of her soft thighs be scrutinized by your eyes before the next was revealed. She finally let the pants pool around her ankles and stepped out of them, stepping slightly closer to your face in the process. Her thighs were by your head now and she said, “kiss me, baby.”
You turned your head and pressed your lips to her thigh. She hummed happily and played with your hair again, softly at first, then she grabbed onto a fistful of your hair tightly and held you in place, making you continue to kiss her thighs. She directed your head around to her liking, which you assumed was a preview of what else she had planned for you.
She let you go after a moment and began to praise you again, “good work, babyboy. Now, tell me, what do you think of my panties?”
You looked at the garment in question as she spun around for you a bit. She was wearing a simple, yet stunning, black lace thong. When she turned so that you were looking at her ass, she shook it playfully, using her hand to make it bounce, looking over her shoulder at you. You smiled and answered, “your panties are so beautiful, Princess. I bet they were expensive… your body looks so incredible in them…”
Regina smiled, “what else do you think of my body?”
“You have the most gorgeous body in the world. Every part of you is so stunning. Your thighs, your curves, your hands, your tits… everything, Princess. You are a work of art.”
“Mmm…” she hummed, “that’s right, babyboy.”
Regina ran her own hands over her skin and then through her own hair, moving it all to fall behind her shoulders.
“Do you want to know what we’re going to do, sweetheart?”
“Yes, please, Miss.”
“Such good manners… we’re going to start with me sitting my pretty pussy right on your mouth where you are right now, okay?”
You beamed and nodded eagerly.
“And you’re going to make me cum as many times as I feel is necessary, understood?”
“Absolutely, Princess.”
“Then… maybe, I will give you your present and make you cum as a reward for being a good boy for me, okay?”
You swallowed hard and felt a wave rush through your body and settle between your legs at her words. You nodded your head to answer her.
“Words, babyboy,” Regina commanded.
You cleared your throat, “yes, Princess. I want that.”
“Good boy. Very good,” Regina pinched the elastic sides of the thong between her fingers and slid them down her legs, “are you feeling ready for me, baby?”
“Yes, Princess. I’m ready.”
She stepped out of the panties and let the fabric hang from her index finger, “that’s my good babyboy, how about you take a look at how badly your Princess needs you, huh?” Regina took her panties and dragged them over your lips, letting you feel the wetness of the fabric.
Your eyes rolled back and you instinctively opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out to lick and taste Regina’s panties.
She smirked, “oh yeah? You like that baby? You like knowing how much Princess needs you?”
You nodded, “yes… you taste so good, Princess…”
She leaned over you and gently crumpled the fabric into your mouth, making you moan.
“There’s more where that came from, babyboy… now, you stay still for me so that I can take your clothes off, okay?”
You nodded and Regina leaned further over you, going for your belt first and letting her tits hover above your face. You wanted so badly to lift your head and take one of her nipples into your mouth but you were gagged with her underwear and couldn’t. You groaned but then she unclasped your belt and your groan turned into a moan.
She giggled lovingly at your reactions and undid the fly of your jeans then slid her hands into your pants and grasped your crotch over your boxers. You jerked your hips at the contact and she teasingly rubbed her fingers over your cunt, “mmm you’re already so wet for me, too, aren’t you baby?”
You moaned and nodded.
“Well, I’m sorry baby, but you’re going to have to wait until your Princess has had her fill of you first. Is that understood?”
You attempted to mumble, “yes, Princess” but your voice was stifled by the panty-gag. Luckily, Regina understood your intent well enough and she continued to strip you.
She freed you of your pants and boxers all in one motion, and then pulled your shirt off of you as she trailed her hands back up your body. She somehow managed to pull your shirt off while also scratching her manicured, almond-shaped nails into the skin of your abdomen. You shook and lifted your arms so that she could finish pulling your shirt off all the way and she threw the fabric onto the ground behind her.
She leaned down and pressed lipstick kisses onto your sternum, between the pieces of tape that bound your chest flat. Her touch continued to make you squirm beneath her.
“You’re so sensitive right now, baby. I’m going to have so much fun with you tonight…”
You inhaled a deep breath through your nose and nodded, anxious but also pleased by her words.
Regina placed one last bruising kiss beneath your collarbone, sucking a dark red mark into your skin as if signing her work. Then, she stood up straight once more and adjusted her hair before repositioning herself by your head again.
She looked down at you and met your eyes, “I want to use that perfect little mouth of yours now, okay baby?”
You nodded.
“Good boy,” she pulled her panties out of your mouth and gave you a moment to breathe as she tossed them aside.
Regina grabbed your jaw and kissed your lips and then positioned her legs on either side of your head. You let your head fall back slightly and opened your mouth, waiting for her.
Regina lifted one leg up and planted her foot on the bed next to your cheek and then she slowly lowered herself to your mouth.
You closed your eyes and accepted her happily. You stuck your tongue out flat and dragged it through her center and she hummed in appreciation.
Regina danced her fingertips over your chest and let you be in charge of pleasuring her for a few minutes. She liked that you knew exactly how to get her worked up, cycling through long licks through her lips and then circling her clit slowly, but you knew that she wasn’t going to be satisfied with letting you take the reins for too long. Soon enough, she pressed her palm down on your chest and then started to ride your mouth desperately.
You moaned and worked in tandem with her, keeping your tongue working while she grinded on you and drenched your lips and chin in her arousal.
“Oh my god, fuck baby… yes just like that… let me use you…”
Regina increased her pace and came quickly. She grabbed and squeezed your hand as she gasped through her orgasm and rode it out on you.
You felt her muscles clench and her cum soak your face. You eagerly lapped it all up with your tongue and moaned along with her as she settled down and caught her breath.
When she lifted off of you, she was totally blissed out but she saw how red your face had gotten from hanging upside down so she brought her hand to the back of your head and helped you slowly sit up, “here baby, I’m not done with you yet but you can lie down flat on the bed now, honey… you did so good…”
You smiled, “do you feel good, Princess?”
“I feel incredible, babyboy. Thank you for taking such good care of me, darling.”
You laid down on the bed and Regina joined you but immediately straddled your head once more, “I need you again, baby…”
You nodded, “of course, Princess.”
Regina got on her knees and hovered over your face, then grabbed your hair in both hands to stabilize herself and started to ride you mercilessly. She used you like this until she tired, climaxing a second and third time just from your mouth. She collapsed back onto the bed and you wrongfully assumed that she was spent, but she merely lied down then instructed you, “fuck me with your fingers now, baby.”
You happily obliged and crawled toward her and began making out with her as you slid your middle finger into her entrance and curled it against her g-spot. She immediately started giving you the feedback you needed by rocking her hips and chasing the thrusts of your finger. You swiftly added your ring finger as well and her walls tightened around you. You continued to press the pads of your fingers into that sensitive spot, and with well-timed pressure from your thumb onto her clit and pushing your tongue into her mouth, she came long and hard.
She threw her head back and shut her eyes tightly, screaming out with intense pleasure as she soaked your fingers. Your lover practically passed out, melting into the bed and letting a joyous smile take over her face.
You kissed her softly all over her lips, cheeks, and neck, then nuzzled into her and wrapped her in your arms to hold her while she recovered. You stayed like that for some time, breathing together and just being soft for each other.
It wasn’t something you usually did, not that it was off limits but just because it wasn’t part of your relationship with Regina. That didn’t make it any less genuine, though, when you cuddled her closely and whispered, “I love you…”
You watched her face as she smiled without opening her eyes and whispered back, “I love you, too, sweetheart…”
You remained in the comfortable quiet for a while longer, tracing nonsense pictures onto her chest with your index finger and rubbing her upper arm lightly.
Regina let out a contented sigh and then opened her eyes and gazed at you before leaning in to kiss you softly.
“You were more than good to me, baby. You deserve your reward…”
“What’s my reward, Princess?”
She smiled, “let me go get it.”
Regina stood up and left the bed, giving you a quick kiss before going over to her walk-in closet and disappearing from view.
“Stay there,” she called out, “just give me a minute.”
You heard her fussing around with something and after a minute or so, she walked out of the closet wearing a black harness that holstered a hot pink strapon dildo.
Your eyes widened at the sight and she smirked. She was holding a bottle of lube and a condom in one hand and gestured toward the phallus with the other, “what do you think, honey?”
You were momentarily at a loss for words but you finally mustered, “I think it looks really pretty…”
“That’s good, baby. Do you think you’d like me using it on you?”
You nodded your head.
“Use your words now, baby,” Regina climbed up onto the bed and settled next to you, setting the accessories down.
“I… yes, I think I will like it. Will you work me up to it with your fingers, first, though?”
“Of course, my baby. Whatever you need.” She cupped your cheek and captured your lips in a loving kiss and then caressed her thumb over your cheek as she pulled back to look at you, “lay on your stomach for me, baby.”
You nodded and did as you were told, flipping over onto your stomach for her.
Regina sat to your side and began to rain kisses down over your back and shoulders, lightly scratching her nails over your skin as well to raise goosebumps. She then leaned in close and whispered into your ear, “I’m going to give you my fingers until you’re close to cumming and then we’ll switch to the strapon if you feel up for it, okay? And if it’s alright with you, I’m going to delay your gratification for as long as I can… I want to give you the best climax you’ve ever had by making you beg me for it… okay, baby?”
Her words made you shudder and whine in the best way. You nodded your head and answered, “yes, Princess. That sounds… incredible…”
“Good boy…” Regina slid her hand down the center of your back and gave your ass a smack before sinking her hand between your thighs. Her fingers touched your pussy and she made a pleased sound when she felt how wet you were, “mmm… you’ve been wanting me so badly, haven’t you baby?”
“Fuck…” you groaned, “yes, Princess…”
“Say it, baby…”
“I want you so bad, Princess… I need you…”
“Very good… you’ve done so well for me today, honey,” Regina gathered up some of your arousal on her fingertips and started to circle your clit with ease and patience. You agonized at knowing immediately just how much she was going to draw this out. You couldn’t help but buck your hips in a desperate attempt to force her to be more intentional with you but she responded right away with a disapproving sound and pressed you down into the bed with a hand on the small of your back, “we’ll have none of that, baby. I need you to be on your best behavior, yes?”
You whined like a pup but nodded anyway and mumbled into the mattress, “yes, Princess…”
“What was that?” Regina stopped her movements.
You groaned and turned your head so that she could hear you better, “I said yes, Princess.”
“That’s better… remember, I can just send you to bed at any time without getting you off, sweetie. You don’t want that, do you?”
You shook your head rapidly, “N-no! No, Princess, please!”
“Then be good and let me do my job,” she responded sternly.
“Yes,” you nodded, “yes, Princess.”
Regina resumed her movements and touched your clit slowly. You forced yourself to stay still in spite of her teasing and made sure not to chase her fingers for what you wanted. She would go at her own pace regardless of what you wanted and you would enjoy every second of it.
You buried your face in the mattress and moaned and whined, letting your sound express your exasperation in ways that your body wasn’t allowed to. Regina finally relented a little bit and started to tease your entrance with the tip of her middle finger. Her pointed nails made the sensation interesting, but Regina was always so careful not to harm you unnecessarily. It made her go slower which made you that much more desperate.
She finally entered you with that middle finger and you were so ready for her that you barely even felt it and she quickly added another to make you moan. She stayed like this for a while, pumping two fingers in and out of you while you laid on your stomach and she leaned forward to praise you through whispers into your ear.
“You’re my perfect baby… you feel so fucking good with my fingers inside you, babyboy… mmm I love making you whine like that… yes, that’s good, honey… you keep letting me fuck you my sweet boy…”
Every word, every thrust, brought you closer and closer to that edge but she kept you hanging there, maintaining this awful and wonderful limbo where your pleasure never subsided but never peaked either.
Your pleading whines only increased and your words started to spill out, “please, Princess… please please…”
“Please, what, baby?”
You groaned and shook your head.
“What? You don’t want to say it?”
She thrust a little harder, curling her fingers. Your hips jerked in response and she forced you back down again so that you couldn’t ride her fingers.
You cried out and pleaded again, “oh fuck! Please… Princess, please…”
“Please? Your manners are so good baby but I don’t know what it is that you want…”
You whimpered and buried your face into the bed again. Her fingers kept tempting you and you knew that she wasn’t going to give you anything more without you begging for it.
“Please… Princess… I need…”
“What do you need?”
“I need your… cock…”
“Ohh,” Regina teased, “you need my cock, do you?” Regina pumped her fingers just slightly deeper into you and continued, “do you need me to stretch your pretty little pussy with my pink cock, baby?”
You rolled your eyes back and moaned, fighting her hold on you to fuck yourself on her fingers out of desperation but she tutted and removed her fingers altogether, damn near killing you.
You turned your head to look at her as much as you could and you watched her spread your wetness that coated her fingers onto the dildo and she met your eyes as she did so, holding eye contact with you while she wet the toy before bringing her fingers to her mouth and sucking off what was left and letting her fingers go with a loud pop of her lips.
“Come over here and suck it, baby… Princess needs your mouth again.”
You nodded and shakily got up onto your hands and knees, then crawled over to where she was sitting back on her calves and you knelt down and grasped the pink toy in your hand. You locked eyes with her as you lowered and then dragged your tongue up the penis from base to tip and then you hovered above it and spit onto the tip. Regina hummed happily and you spread your saliva down the toy with your hand and then took it in your mouth and sucked it a few times.
Regina quickly felt satisfied with your work and grabbed you by your hair and pulled you off, “on your hands and knees now.”
You assumed the desired position as Regina opened the condom wrapper and slid the rubber onto the toy. She then applied a generous amount of lube with her hand and positioned herself behind you.
She held the cock in her hand and tapped it against you a few times. You both giggled and you moaned, craving more. She leaned close to your ear again and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you senseless baby… you’re going to beg me to let you cum, and then you’re going to beg me to stop, you understand?”
You gasped at the sheer eroticism of it but you nodded eagerly and said, “yes, Princess. I understand.”
Regina started to press the tip of the cock into your entrance and you moaned at the feeling of it. She took her time and entered slowly. It wasn’t a large dildo by any means but it was certainly the most you’d ever taken.
Once she was far enough in, Regina grasped your hips with her hands and used her pelvis to push in the rest of the way. The fullness made you see stars momentarily and she stopped to let you adjust. You felt more comfortable after a moment and nodded, then she started to pull out and thrust back in.
Your moans were enough feedback for her to know that you were feeling good. She continued her movements and quickly started fucking you the way she wanted to, deep and slow. You let your head go slack and let her take you to her hearts’ content and you could already feel yourself rapidly approaching your climax. The way your breath hitched and your moans heightened in pitch clued Regina in and to your horror, she backed off and nearly pulled all the way out of you.
You whined at her cruelty and she rubbed her hand on your hip, “you remember what I told you, yes?”
You whimpered an affirmative response.
“I’m not just going to let you cum, am I?”
“N-no… no… you won’t… P-Princess…”
“You’re going to be begging and crying before I give you that, right baby? And you’re going to keep being so good for me and do just that, hm?”
You felt like you were already on the verge of tears and felt so weak for fear of not being able to take what Regina wanted to give you, but you nodded your head, “yes, Princess… I’ll… I’ll be good… so good…”
She gave your hips a hard squeeze and then began to thrust again, agonizingly slowly. You felt her push the tip of the cock as far as she could, and then pull out as much as she could without leaving.
You yearned for her to pick up the pace and fuck you hard. Your clit ached for contact. You’d never needed to cum this desperately ever in your life. The question crossed your mind of whether someone could die from a denied orgasm. You had been needing her to give you this since lunchtime but Regina would not be letting you off easy. Not now, not ever.
She was going to reduce you to a pleading mess, and you were going to do just that. Anything Regina wanted was your joy to provide.
“Princess!” You cried, “please fuck me harder… please… please…”
“Now that’s a good pet… that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Regina held you tightly and immediately began to pound into you with fervor. You cried out with pleasure and lost the ability to hold yourself up with your arms so your chest and head collapsed into the bed and you gripped the bedsheets in your fists, needing to hold onto something.
Regina slid a hand up your back and pressed on you, holding you down in that position, and you both moaned in sync.
“You’re doing so good, baby… are you going to beg your Princess to let you cum?”
You just whined and felt tears stinging the corners of your eyes. Of course you wanted to beg for your orgasm, but you also wanted to hold out just a little longer.
Regina kept fucking you. Her thighs smacked against your ass and she squeezed your waist in one hand. She was making these incredible, throaty sounds that drove you insane. You couldn’t take it anymore, you needed release.
Your tears broke free and you cried out, “please, Princess! Please! I need to cum I need to cum I need-... please oh my god please make me cum!”
“Oh, is that right?”
“Oh fuck… yes! Princess… please please please… I have to cum… you have to let me cum I’ve been so good…”
She started going just a little faster but it still wasn’t enough, “you think you’ve been good enough to cum, baby?”
“Yes Princess… please… please make me cum…”
“What does my babyboy need to finally cum? Hmm?”
“Clit… clit… please… touch…” you sobbed.
Regina chuckled, clearly enjoying your desperation. She reached a hand around your waist and slid underneath you and started to circle your clit with her middle finger while continuing to fuck you with the strap. You gasped and rocked your hips in rhythm with her, which she allowed now.
“Mmm you’re so swollen for me, baby… you’re gonna cum so fast…”
You nodded your head, feeling your climax approaching rapidly. She touched you diligently and fucked you harder and faster than she had been.
“Oh fuck fuck fuck! I’m so close… fuck don’t stop don’t stop!” You gasped.
Regina continued and commanded, “beg me one more time baby.”
“Oh god please Princess… please please make me cum! I need it… please…”
Regina smiled to herself and rubbed your clit forcefully and you came undone screaming. Tears streamed down your cheeks and your body shook as the waves of pleasure sprinted through your nerves.
Regina helped you ride it out, gently slowing her movements to a stop and then softly pulling out and helping you lie down on the bed. She pressed sweet kisses onto the back of your head and shoulders and scratched your back gently. You shivered from the touch and took deep breaths to try to calm down.
Regina got up from the bed and took the harness off. She came back a few moments later with a towel and water bottle for you. She then laid down next to you and kissed your cheek while playing with your hair.
“How do you feel?” She whispered.
“Insane… so good…” you opened your eyes and met hers. She was smiling at you and scratching your scalp nicely.
“I’m so glad, darling.” She leaned forward and kissed your forehead, “you did so good.”
“Thank you…”
She continued to love on you in silence for a bit and you were just letting your mind wander. You were thinking about her and how much you genuinely cared for her.
“Regina?” You breathed.
“Yeah, baby?”
You stared at her blue eyes and brushed some of her hair out of her face. You wanted her in every way possible. You wanted her commitment… graduation was only a month away. You both would be leaving for different colleges in the fall. She had others that she spent intimate time with. And you’ve had this conversation before.
“It’s nothing, nevermind.”
Regina nodded, trusting that you would tell her if it was something important, “just rest now, sweetie. That’s all I need from you.”
#regina george#regina x reader#mean girls#mean girls 2024#regina george fanfic#Regina George smut#18+ content#18+ mdni#femdom!regina#Regina George lesbian#renee rapp#Renee Rapp fanfiction#my fanfiction#my writing#original writing#fanfiction requests
411 notes
·
View notes
Text
Weak
Even Five Hargreeves is no stranger to temptation. He tries so hard to stay away. He wants to do the right thing for once in his life. If not for himself, then for her. But every man has his breaking point.
Five Hargreeves x Reader Smut
This one shot is an accompaniment to my other work "Addicted". This can be read on its own, but is a different side of the story, as told from Five's point of view.
As always, I am open to requests. Thank you!
My Master List Of Number Five Fanfiction
Weak:
I never meant to take it this far. I never meant to be cruel. That’s not who I am, or at least I didn’t think I was. I also thought I was strong and had will power. But I guess I was wrong about that, too. Because as much as I try to stay away, I don’t.
I know who I am and what I’m made of. The terrible things I’ve done. That’s not a secret and I’ve never lied to myself about that. My morals can’t even be called a gray area anymore; they’re more like an indistinct blur. But in this one tiny part of my soul, I was trying to be better. For her, at least.
I have failed miserably.
She knows what I am. When things got too comfortable and too familiar, I told her as a way to push her away and to scare her. It didn’t work, though. In fact, it had the opposite effect. She fucking loved it…and I didn’t know how to say no to that.
How could I say no when she was tearing at my clothes, practically panting with desire, and shoving her hand down my pants? All over a bloody stain on a shirt collar and the feel of my Glock against her skin. I’m sure there’s a way to resist that, but fuck if I know what it is. I’m not smart enough or strong enough to figure that one out.
I don’t particularly like all of the killing. But I’m pretty fucking good at it and someone has to do it, I suppose. I certainly never considered it sexy in any way. Then, after that first time, when she begged me to tell her all of the gruesome details, and I watched her skin start to flush and her pupils dilate…well, fuck, that put a new spin on everything.
I still don’t like it, that part hasn’t changed. I get no pleasure from pulling that trigger and watching their skull break open like a fucking pinata, spraying the contents of their brains all over the floor like the world’s worst party game. Now, however, there is a sick little spark that will ignite in me after it’s done. Because I know how it will turn her on.
And, fuck, I am weak.
That’s what this all boils down to. Weakness. For most people that meet me or know me in any way, weak is probably the last word they would use to describe me. Cold; bitter; sarcastic; asshole. Those adjectives are much more likely to be used. But weak? Doubtful.
I know the truth, though. Deep down, that is what I am. Because when you continue to break someone’s heart time and time again, just because you can’t control your own basic urges…that’s weakness. Pure and simple.
She has told me how much I’ve hurt her, and how much I am ruining her life. She has screamed and cried and told me all of the things I know I deserve to hear. She has called me an asshole more times than I can remember, and I have never disputed it. So, I stay away, like I know I should. Until she inevitably calls again. And I slip right back into it without another thought. Like the absolute fucking bastard that I am.
Weak.
Because even though I know it’s wrong and I’m slowly poisoning her with my selfishness, each time I think maybe it will be different. Maybe this time will be the time when I stay. When I will finally be the person I should be and really want to be.
All the way up until the early morning, I will convince myself that this is it. I’ve finally seen the light and I can be the man she deserves; it will be so easy. Because when it’s just the two of us, in our own little cocoon, hidden away from the outside world, the idea is magical. I would give anything to stay there, tucked away, fucking like animals until we’re both too exhausted to talk anymore. I want to stay there and listen to her voice, and her laugh, and feel her hands on my touch-starved body. And I think, yes, this is it. This is what I want.
Then morning comes and the spell is broken.
Once that first peek of dawn starts to light up the sky, all of my anxieties come rushing back, and I remember why I can’t stay. Morning brings back the real world, and with it all of its problems.
I will freeze up, practically paralyzed with fear, as she sleeps next to me, an arm draped over my chest. I will remember what kind of person I really am, and how that just doesn’t translate to boyfriend material. And it’s not just the little fact that I am a hired assassin, although that does put a slight snag in any future meetings with parents and the like.
It’s the mixing bowl of fucked up thoughts and feelings and history that lives inside my brain. Guilt. Regret. Sadness. Rage. Take your pick, none of them are great. And I can mask them for a night or two, while I’m pretending to be someone I’m not. But they will come back again, and that’s just not something anyone needs. Especially someone you care about.
So, I do the worst, shittiest thing in the world, and leave while she’s asleep. No kiss goodbye. No note. Not even a quick morning fuck. I grab my shit and leave in a flash of blue light, like the weak coward I am. Can’t even bother to use the god damn door.
I will stay away after that. At least for a while. I will ignore the incoming texts and voice mails that sometimes will follow, and sometimes don’t. I’ll pretend I don’t care about the lectures and pleas and rightly-deserved insults. But I do care. And that’s why I won’t answer.
A month might go past, maybe more. Just enough time for me to start thinking she really is done with me. Then the call will come through, late at night, and I won’t ignore it. Because, as we’ve determined…I am weak.
She is the only one, although I’ve never told her that and I bet she thinks she’s not. I’m not interested in anyone else. I don’t need anyone else. And when she stops calling for good, which one day I know will happen, that will be it. It’s either her or nobody. And it’s barely even her.
Our paths almost never cross outside of our little midnight meetings. After that first night when all of this started, I’ve never seen her anywhere else besides her apartment. I assume it’s because the types of bars and clubs I frequent are not anywhere a normal, sane person would want to spend their free evenings. But tonight, as fate would have it, I do see her. After I grab my drink off the cracked and peeling bar top and turn to look at the room behind me, I see her. And she’s not alone.
With my glass half way to my mouth, our eyes meet, and for a second neither of us move. It’s not a big place, so we aren’t that far away from one another. But it’s loud and crowded, and the guy is leaning in close to her ear, talking loudly to be heard over the constant bass thumping through the shitty speakers on the walls. Who the fuck is this guy?
It’s not fair, I know that. Believe me, I know that. And I try to give myself a stern talking-to inside my head. She is not yours. Not even remotely. You are an asshole and she deserves better. Leave her the fuck alone.
I take a drink. And then I see his hand disappear under the table, and I can see everything from where I’m standing. He’s squeezing her thigh, leaving his hand there to rest on her leg, rubbing his thumb across the bare skin that isn’t covered by her short skirt. A skirt I know I’ve had my face under before.
Fuck. I hate this guy.
In the thirty seconds that it takes for all of this to happen, she is watching me. Reading me. A faint smile plays on her lips and I know I’m caught. My thoughts must be written all over my face like a fucking billboard, and it’s too late to pretend I haven’t seen or that I don’t care. She’s got me.
If I were stronger, or a better person, I would leave. Pay my tab, collect my coat, and get the fuck out of there without another glance in her direction. Leave her be. Let her live her fucking life. But I am not. And I’m pissed.
My first instinct is to reach behind me, grab the Glock that’s hidden in the waistband of my pants and covered up by my suit jacket, and take care of this asshole right then and there. That would probably be the nicer thing to do, honestly. Then she’d finally see what a fucking psycho I am and that would end things once and for all. But I’m also not that stupid. Or that nice.
Instead, I stay and watch. I let her see me watching, too. I lean with my back against the bar, casually sipping my drink, and my eyes never leave her. I want her to know, even if it makes me more of a giant dick than I already am. I want her to know I am not pleased.
I have no idea who this guy is, and I don’t care. Maybe it’s their first date; maybe it’s their tenth. It doesn’t matter, I want him dead. And now that she knows that, because it’s pretty fucking obvious by the way I’m coiled like a cobra ready to strike right now, it’s quickly become a game. If she had feelings for him before, that seems to have been forgotten now. Because everything she is doing is for me.
Her eyes leave mine and she returns to what I can only imagine is a very dull conversation with the Neanderthal sitting next to her. She smiles and laughs, and moves her leg closer to his so that they are touching. She reaches up and fixes his hair, tucking a stray piece of it over his ear. She rests her chin on her hand and stares at him like he’s the most interesting person she’s ever encountered. And he’s eating this shit up; kicking his game up a notch with even more inane talk and rubbing her thigh up and down with his whole hand. He thinks she’s into him. Fucking dumbass.
That’s the only thing keeping me slightly calm at the moment. Knowing it’s all a play. She is a really good actress, I’ll give her that, but I’ve paid more attention to her than she realizes. I know her tells. I know the difference between her fake laugh and her real one. I can tell when she’s actively engaged in the conversation or she is just waiting for you to shut up. I know how she touches her face when she’s nervous and I know what she looks like when she wants to fuck you.
And, buddy…I got bad news for you.
The corner of my mouth lifts in an arrogant smirk as I take another drink. I shouldn’t be proud of this; I should be appalled. How dare I think I have any right to any of her little traits and quirks? I haven’t earned that. That kind of thing is reserved for boyfriends and husbands and people that can stand to stick around for more than a few hours.
When she runs her tongue over her lips in an obvious gesture meant only for me, I actually laugh out loud. Fuck, she knows what she’s doing. And it’s one hundred percent working.
As I order my second drink, feeling the calming buzz of the booze fill my brain, I start to care less and less. I don’t care if this is not fair. I don’t care that I’m being a complete and utter shit head. I don’t care if I’m weak. I’ll deal with all of that later.
I take out my phone and type out a quick text.
Enjoying yourself?
I watch as she glances to her phone on the table as it lights up. She picks it up, angling it away from Caveman Cliff, and reads it. It’s subtle, but I saw it. A brief twitch of her mouth and a quick flit of her eyes in my direction. I see her type out a quick reply and then she is back to him, completely enrapt in his droning.
Immensely, thank you
Not able to resist, I counter with:
Even I can tell from way over here that your panties are as dry as the desert
She holds in a smile as she responds back.
Too bad you’re not going to find out
Honey, if that pussy of yours is even slightly wet, it’s only because you’re thinking of me bending you over that table you’re sitting at right now
I see her legs shift and she crosses one over the other, squeezing them together as a faint blush covers her cheeks.
And why would I be thinking that?
Because that dipshit you’re with isn’t going to give you what I know you want
I watch as she swallows and then glances at the idiot to her left that is oblivious to all of this, the poor bastard. Her response is short.
Fuck you
She puts her phone away to end this exchange, but I see the small smile she is trying to hide and the way she touches her hand to her face. I can see her chest expand as she sucks in a deep breath, biting at the inside of her cheek.
I give a short snort of satisfaction and put my phone back in my inside jacket pocket. I got what I wanted. I throw back the rest of my drink, leave a few dollars for a tip, and head for the door without another look in her direction. But I know she saw me leave.
As I wait there in the dark, I think about how awful I’m being; what a shit bag move this is. I’m using her, that’s what it boils down to. Using her for her warmth and her openness, and to temporarily calm my mind. Also, for her body and her touch. She sees something in me that isn’t there; or at least something I can’t see. But I can’t or won’t give her what she needs, and I’m also not letting her move on.
Fuck, I’m an asshole.
I hear their voices coming down the hall, the rattle of keys in her hand. As they near the door, I can hear her made up excuses. She’s tired; she had too much to drink; she has a headache. Maybe next time. She’ll call him tomorrow. Then she slips inside her darkened apartment and the door closes behind her.
I’m on her before she has a chance to turn the light on, pressing her against the door as she drops her keys on the floor. Since I’ve been waiting, the anticipation has already made me fully hard and I push my groin into her while I circle my hand lightly around her neck.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart? No love connection tonight?” I growl next to her ear.
She never even screams or fights back. She knew I would be there. But her hands grab my forearm and I hear her suck in a loud breath.
“I never knew you were the jealous type,” she smarts back.
“Only when I see someone try to take what’s mine,” I hiss hotly against her neck, drawing my lips and then my tongue across her skin.
“I’m not your fucking property,” she snarls, but I can hear the break in her voice and she swallows hard against my hand.
I laugh cynically. “Well, then I can go and you can let him fuck you instead. Is that what you want?”
There’s a long pause and it’s just our loud breathing in the dark of the room. Then I feel her head move slowly from side to side.
“No,” she whispers.
As I crash my mouth onto hers, my hands in her hair and on her face, and down to her tits, she is reaching for the front of my pants. I had already removed my jacket and belt when I got there, as well as the pistol that I always carry with me. Our little act back at the bar was already enough foreplay and our bodies are screaming for each other.
Our hands can’t work fast enough as she is shoving my pants down my legs and tearing my shirt open while I rip her top off and yank her skirt up. My fingers are already pushing her panties to the side and entering her, sliding right in with no resistance.
I smile proudly against her neck. “I knew you were wet for me.”
As she moans and throws her head back, she is reaching down to stroke my cock, her warm hand tight and firm as she drags it slowly over my shaft.
My hips are already jerking into her and I want to be inside of her so badly I can’t think straight.
“Get these panties off so I can fuck you,” I snarl.
I pull my fingers out, pushing her underwear down roughly and she quickly steps out of them. With one pull of her hips into me, her arms clutching tightly to my shoulders, I lift her up and start fucking her against the door.
I tip my head back and groan loudly as she whines and pulls her legs tighter around my waist.
“Can he make you feel this good?” I ask between clenched teeth as I ram into her harder and the door rattles in its frame.
“No!” she cries out.
“Do you think about him when you’re alone and fingering yourself?”
Her moans are punctuated by the slamming of my body against hers and her fingers press deeper into my skin.
“No,” she breathes out. “No.”
“You think about me, don’t you?” I say with a sneer. When she doesn’t answer fast enough, I ask again, louder. “Don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whimpers pitifully, her nails digging sharply into my shoulder blades.
I can’t believe what I’m saying and what I’m doing. But she’s loving it and so I continue.
“I’m going to fuck you until you forget all about him, and then I’m going to fuck you some more. And if I ever see you with him again, I will kill him.”
“You wanted to kill him, didn’t you?” she asks, and that knowing smile starts to form as she closes her eyes and bites her lip. “When you saw him with me?”
“Fuck yes I did,” I groan loudly into her neck.
She’s almost there, I can tell. So am I, but I’m going to make her finish first. I pick up the pace, thrusting into her as hard as I can, her back and head slamming against the door, my fingers digging deeper into the flesh of her thighs and ass. I’m practically ripping into the side of her neck, latching on with my mouth and teeth, desperate to mark her as my own.
I listen as she repeats my name over and over in gasps and moans and I can’t hold back anymore.
“That’s it, sweetheart. You are all mine.”
She is falling apart in my arms, violently shaking against me as I penetrate her one last time, letting out a loud, guttural moan. I’m as deep inside of her as I can be, and I fill her up with so much cum, I know it will start sliding out; dripping down her legs and onto the floor. Somewhere deep inside, in the primordial part of my brain, I take satisfaction in knowing that it’s my seed, and only mine, that is coating her insides.
Once the last spasm has left my body, I let her down and she falls back against the door, breathing hard. Her bra is still on, but the straps have fallen down, and her skirt is bunched up around her waist. I look at the painful looking purple bruise I left on her neck, which is large enough and obvious enough that she won’t be able to cover it. Her eye makeup is smeared and her lips are swollen and red. She looks completely ravished. And then she starts to cry.
It’s because of me, I know it is. Because of the things I said and the things I did, and the way I needed her so desperately. She had been trying to break away from me and I reeled her back in. And I did it knowingly and deliberately, just to feed my ego and maybe not feel so alone. I could have found anyone for that. But, like the prick I am, I only wanted her.
“I’m sorry,” I say quietly, my lungs still working hard to get air in and out.
She just nods silently, wiping her face with her hand, and pulls down her skirt. She picks her shirt and underwear off the floor and heads to the bathroom without a word. I’m left standing there with a softening dick and my pants around my ankles.
Fuck.
I could leave now, while she’s in there, and maybe I should. That feels wrong, though. But then again, so does staying. I feel like shit and I’m so full of shame that I want to punch my fist through the wall. Instead, I zip my pants back up and walk over to her couch to wait. I turn on the table lamp and even though it’s dim, it feels blaringly bright and I have to squint my eyes.
When she comes out, she has changed into some soft shorts and a t-shirt. Her face is cleaned up and I assume her thighs and the area between them are too. She is no longer crying, but I can still see the tell-tale signs of red-rimmed eyes and flushed cheeks. I’m surprised when she comes and sits down next to me, laying her head on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” I say again, because I can’t think of anything better to say.
“I know. Me too,” she says and she leans her body against mine.
She has nothing to be sorry for and I’m not sure what to do, so I put my arm around her and hug her to me. I kiss her forehead and she closes her eyes. I don’t know why she’s letting me do this, but it feels good and I like it. Just like every other time, I tell myself that maybe this time will be different. I can do this; I can be that person. I don’t want to be that other jealous, callous, hurtful person. I don’t want to be the asshole.
“Just don’t go yet, ok?” she says quietly with her cheek resting against my chest.
I smooth her hair and run my hand down her back. I don’t want to go. She feels good and warm and soft against my tension-filled body. She feels right. I want to tell her all of that, too. I want to say I’m sorry a million times over and beg for her forgiveness. I want to wake up with her next to me every day.
“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” I murmur into her hair as I brush my chin across the top of her head.
“Don’t do that,” she pleads, her voice soft. “Please.”
I decide I’m going to tell her how I really feel. Before the night is over, I’ll come clean. And then I’ll stay. If she’ll still have me.
“You are, though. I mean it.”
She doesn’t respond, but sighs and nestles in, holding me around my waist. Fuck, I have craved this. More than the dirty talk and the biting and the ferocious fucking. I want this. I want her. And I’m going to tell her.
The rest of the night goes by in a blur. It’s there, on the tip of my tongue the whole time. All I have to do is say it. But I don’t.
We fuck again, rough and hard, on the couch and on the floor. I leave more marks on her chest, branding her as my own. I tell her she’s mine, and I make her scream my name again, but I don’t say what I really mean.
We fuck in her bed, while we’re both tired and slightly drunk. I pump lazily into her while she lies underneath me and moans softly. I kiss her lips and tell her how gorgeous she is, and it’s not a lie because she is. I worship her body, running my tongue over every part of it, tasting her skin and her delicious arousal. I can taste my own cum as I lick into her soft folds and inside her pussy that’s been stretched and abused by my cock several times over.
There are so many opportunities and I don’t take any of them. I let her fold her body into mine as I hold her in the dark and I can say it right now. It would be easy and it would be the truth.
I want to be with you.
I want to be yours.
I want you to be mine and mine alone.
I want to stay.
But I am weak, and so I don’t.
She sleeps against me and I listen to her rhythmic breathing while I lie there wide awake. I think about all of the things I should have said. Everything I should have done and should not have done. I hate myself for all of it.
When the sun creeps in, and the faintest light is leaking through the curtains and cutting through the safety of the darkness, it all comes crashing back. I remember why I can’t stay and why those words just wouldn’t come out. The reality of the real world is glaringly obvious in the light of day and I remember all of it.
The real world is filled with everyday things like jobs and homes and bills to pay. Coworkers and families that want to meet you. Graduation and birthday parties. Movie and dinner dates, holidays and vacations. Marriage. Children. Normalcy.
There’s just no way any of that would work. I can’t fit into that life, even though I want to. I think of all of the things holding me back and they keep piling up until they are crushing me and I feel like I can’t breathe.
I am an assassin. A killer. A murderer. I have seen the end of the world and survived the most horrific things. I have PTSD and crippling anxiety. There are nightmares and paranoia and episodes of manic rage. I am old and I am tired. There is nothing left of me and nothing left to give. I am not meant for normalcy.
As I slowly remove her arm from across my chest, she stirs but she doesn’t wake. I take a moment to look at her. Her mind isn’t betraying her with vivid dreams of the world collapsing around her in a fiery blaze or sprays of bullets piercing her body. She is at peace and I am envious of that.
I am not good for her, I know that. I need to go and stay gone. She deserves stability and happiness and a million other things I cannot give her. So, I will be the asshole that leaves in the morning before she wakes, just like I always do. She will hate me and curse me and cry for me. And I will stay away this time. I have to.
I chance it by leaning in and brushing my lips across her forehead. Her face wrinkles up and then relaxes again, but she doesn’t wake. I slip out of the bed and out of the room, following the trail of discarded clothes and put them back on one by one. Then I am gone in the same flash of light that allowed me to enter there in the first place. A convenient exit that I have misused way too many times.
Outside, the sun is bright and the world is waking up. I can feel my resolve growing stronger as the new day builds. That was it, I am done. It was awful and I shouldn’t have done it, but it’s over now and I will not be repeating it. I am a pillar of inner strength. That was the last time and she is finally free of me. I am doing the right thing.
My strength is impressive, both inside and out. But it is not impenetrable, especially when darkness falls and the world around me grows quiet. When I am alone with nothing but my thoughts, and I just need to feel something good again.
Everyone has a weakness.
#number five x reader#five x reader#five hargreeves smut#number five smut#smut#the umbrella academy#five hargreeves#number five#tua#umbrella academy#number five fanfic#five hargreeves x reader#one shot#female reader#five hargreeves imagine#umbrella academy fanfic#fanfiction requests#tua fanfiction#tua fanfic#fanfiction#requests open
216 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hiii! I just saw your repost, where you said you're going through writers block, and I want to request an mcu headcanons about
Tony Stark / Bucky Barnes / and Loki Laufeyson (all seperate) X a gn reader who gets extra clingy when they're sleepy/tired!
Have a good night!
This is so cute! Thank you for the request, it was super fun to write.
How Marvel Men Would React to: You Being Clingy When Tired
feat. Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, and Loki Laufeyson
AO3 (x)
Tony Stark
He hates how little sleep you get, but he also loves how accepting of his affection you are.
Tony hates when you don't get enough sleep. He's no example of a healthy sleep schedule, but you're just barely doing better than he is. It's obvious when it happens. You rub your eyes harshly throughout the day, words seem to escape your thoughts when explaining your latest idea, and you become clumsy.
When well rested you enjoy Tony's company. Always greeting each other with kisses, spending most of the day together, but still managing to do your own things. But when you're tired, you crave his presence. You'll slip in front of him when he tinkers and wrap your arms around him. You'll settle into his space and he'll continue working. It isn't an uncommon sight for you to be straddling his lap, face against his shoulder, while he sits in an office chair.
Right now Tony wants nothing more than to scoop you up and carry you to bed, except he's in important meetings that have already been rescheduled four times.
He kisses you before going into his office to be ready for the video conferences. You pout as he crosses the hall.
Not wanting to go far away, you work on the project you've been thinking over. It's as you're writing down the last portion of your formula that your focus is gone. Frustration builds as you cross out more and more of what you'd just written. Slowly, the lack of sleep catches up to you. You were crashing, and any more coffee was a bad idea. Finally giving in you drop the pen. You unlocked your phone, squinting at the harsh brightness of the screen, and sent Tony a text. You didn't want to interrupt his meetings, but you also knew trying to fall asleep without him would be difficult.
Tony is relieved when the meetings go by faster than he was expecting them to. Once he disconnects from the last video conference, he goes across the hall to the workshop. Surprised by its emptiness, he grabs his phone to call you only to see your text. He smiles, rushing upstairs to the bedroom.
You're curled up in one of his sweatshirts while laying on his side of the bed, face squished against his pillow. He steps out of his shoes while crossing the room. You lift your head as soon as his steps ring through the room.
The moment he sits on the bed to lay down, you move to wrap your arms around his waist with a huff. Tony can't help the fond chuckle that escapes him. He'll pull your hands away for a moment, a quiet whine escaping you, before scooping you into his lap. He'll lay down, shifting you so that his chin is just above your head. His breaths cause you to be gently rocked. Your legs tangle together, and he makes a dramatic gasp when your cold toes press against his ankles.
"Not close enough,” you mumble against the column of his throat.
His responding hum vibrates against your lips. You bury your head further into his neck. Tony's arms slip beneath his hoodie you're wearing and rub your back while holding you tighter to him. The content sigh you release makes him feel more accomplished than any of those meetings did.
He presses his lips against your hair. He doesn't pull away, just enjoying having his lips against you while feeling the warmth of your skin. "You should sleep,” he mumbles against you.
You fight off a yawn before replying, "You should, too.”
"Deal. JARVIS, enter black out mode.”
"Certainly sir,” the robotic voice acknowledges. "Black out mode engaged.”
The lights turn off and the shutters close, plunging the room into darkness. A projection of the stars dimly covers the ceiling. Tony pulls a cover over the both of you.
Bucky Barnes
You sat in the living room, nursing a cup of coffee, and watching the sun rise higher by the hour. Your nightmares were getting worse. You were glad Bucky was on a mission until this afternoon, not wanting to disturb the little sleep he could get. It was a long week, but you could manage. You couldn't help the nightmares that plagued your sleeping mind. They left their mark against you, the dark circles under your eyes anything but subtle.
It was a surprise when you heard the lock in the door. Just as you whipped around to look, the door swung open, revealing Bucky. He dropped his bag as you hurried across the room. In your rush, you tripped over the small rug in your hallway. Bucky's arms were quick to be around you. He picked you up, your legs going around his waist.
"Hi,” you breathed out.
"I've got you,” Bucky kissed you while kicking the door closed. "What are you doing up?”
"Couldn't sleep.”
You felt Bucky's shoulders slump as he gently traced the circles under your eyes. "How many?”
You bit your lip, not wanting to worry him. But you also knew he understood. While you debated, Bucky sat on the couch. The sunlight cast golden beams into the room, making you feel safe.
"It was just eleven…” you trailed off.
Bucky frowned, a small crease appearing between his brows. “Sweetheart, why didn't you let me know you needed me? I would have been here as fast as possible.”
You sagged against him, using his large frame as your personal pillow. “Because I didn't want to worry you, and your mission was important…”
“You're important,” he said disapprovingly.
“I know,” you promise. "But your mission was so short.”
He gave you an unimpressed look. “I was gone four days.”
You sagged against him further, no longer supporting your weight. Bucky sighed as snores came from you.
He hated that you didn't sleep while he was away. Both of you suffered from nightmares. The only solution that kept them away was when the two of you slept beside each other. He knew your nightmares, just as you knew his. He slowly stood up, cradling you against him. Going to the bed, he tucked you in. The small whimper that left you as he moved around the bed made his heart clinch. Even asleep you were reaching out for him. He laid down, pulling your malleable body into his hold. His heart always soared when you were tired, loving how touchy you became. Usually you would wait for him to initiate physical touches, but when you were asleep? All you wanted to do was touch him. The first time he discovered this made his heart melt. Sleeping was when you were most vulnerable, and all you wanted when sleeping was him. The trust you had in him to protect you while slept was the best feeling possible to him.
Loki Laufeyson
Loki's adoration of you grew daily. You were self assured and confident, easily seeming like an immovable force. And you were, but Loki got to see what you were like behind closed doors. Loki witnessed you when the bravado was washed away. Witnessed how dedicated you were to the people in your life. He was lucky enough to be one of those people.
Loki's favorite time was the evening. Getting to relax with you after a long day was perfection to him. Being around you energized him from the tiring tasks of the day. Learning your quirks was an added bonus of spending evenings together.
His favorite was when you were tired. He was used to falling asleep in each other's arms, but what he didn't expect was your nightly request that he speak. Anything from tales of Asgard to having him ramble about seemingly nothing. Each night he looked forward to lulling you to sleep with his stories.
He learned, slowly, that his voice was what allowed you to sleep peacefully. Some nights, when your breathing was evened out, he'd stop talking. It was these nights you would hold onto him tighter, angling your body as if you were trying to shield him from something. He would stroke your hair and begin talking again, and you would relax against him. Instead of your hands clinging to his shirt, they would lay flat against his chest.
He loved the way you would ask him to tell you something. Your eyes would flutter shut, but then you were jerking awake again as if you wanted to avoid sleeping for as long as possible. You would finally give in, resting your forehead against his.
“Tell me something,” you'd whisper.
“What would you like to hear?” He'd brush your hair away from your eyes.
It became a game for him, guessing what your reply would be. If you'd want him to finish a story you fell asleep in the midst of, or to start a new story. Maybe you would want to hear about his thoughts on a book, or request he talk about anything. It didn't matter to him, just as long as you were relaxed. Clinging onto his words more than consciousness was a gift you weren't even aware you were giving him. He relished these moments, committing them to his memory.
©heyitsme1040 If you find this post on any platform under a username different than heyitsme1040 it is not their work.
#fanfiction#fanfiction writer#fanfic blog#request#fanfiction requests#loki layfeson#loki x reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky fanfic#james buchanan barnes#james bucky buchanan barnes#loki fanfic#tony stark#marvel fanfiction#marvel#tony stark x reader#tony stark fanfiction
257 notes
·
View notes
Text
I need them desperately. At the same time. Two himbo men tossing me around as they please. Then one on top one beneath me. Using me till they are satisfied. Till my holes are filled with their cum mixed together :3 making this a contest who will breed me better
Please I need someone to write a fanfic about that this is my favorite duo ever Itto and Sett <3
#sett league of legends#sett x reader#sett lol#itto arataki#itto x reader#genshin itto#itto smut#itto arataki smut#league of legends#lol sett#heartsteel#heartsteel sett#league of legend art#smut#anime#fanfiction requests#request
109 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hi, I have an Eva request!
So she was giving reader her first "therapy" session and when asking what her biggest secret she's hiding is, reader is like "the fact i really wish you'd go down on me" 😫🙌🏽
Secret Thoughts
Pairing: Eva x bisexual!reader
ANOOOOOON. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST. I literally can't thank you enough holy shit. I hope you enjoy this :) also shout out to my fellow bisexuals (as well as all the other gays who happen to be attracted to women😌)
Warning(s): smut ofc, this is basically straight porn. y/n use.
Summary: During one of your sessions with Eva, you can't help but spill a secret you didn't think you would. Eva is thrilled to hear it and decides to fulfill your request.
Word count: 1.9k
~~~~~~18+ MINORS DNI~~~~~~
"Ah you came! Come sit down" Eva hugged you before moving to close the doors behind you.
You sat down on the chair that was facing Eva’s and you looked at her, nervous as she sat down.
She wasn't very far away if you were being honest, your leg bounced rapidly as you suppressed the thoughts coming through your head.
She watched you with her piercing blue eyes and a small smirk played at her lips, making you want to shrink into your chair but instead you glanced away, unable to keep eye contact.
"So" you cleared your throat.
"Is this like...therapy?" You asked, glancing back at her.
She let out a small chuckle before answering,
"No, think of this as a bonding experience for the two of us, which should be easy, considering how drawn I feel to you" her slightly hooded eyes seemed to drop down to your lips and you suddenly felt butterflies erupt in your stomach
"Alright, so here's how this is gonna work," Eva started as her eyes shot back up to yours, startling you.
"I'm going to snap, and every time I snap, you're going to say your name. Think of it as a grounding point. And we're going to keep building on that grounding point, so it can be strong. Like you." her eyes dropped to your hands and she brushed her fingertips along them.
you nodded doltishly and she pulled her hand, along with her body, away from yours.
You would be lying if you said you didn’t miss the contact already.
Eva leaned back in her chair and snapped her fingers.
"What's your name?"
"y/n"
"So y/n, let's start with something simple, why are you here with us?" Eva asked with a low voice.
"As embarrassing as it is, you found me crying on the sidewalk after my boyfriend broke up with me and kicked me out," you said sheepishly.
Her smile slightly faded at the mention of your ex-boyfriend.
"Yeah, I remember."
"Why did he break up with you?"
"Well, he said there was 'someone else'." You did air quotes.
Eva's frown deepened before she went back to a neutral expression and snapped her fingers.
"Name"
"Y/n"
"Have you ever been with anyone other than your ex?"
Curiosity glistened in Eva's eyes as she waited for you to respond.
"Mmm, yeah, there was a girl," you started, watching Eva's face for any reactions.
A smile pulled at her lips and you felt your insides melt.
"We dated for a while but it didn't end up working out, even so, our relationship was better than Derrick and me. I'm thinking of going full lesbian after him." You stated truthfully.
Her eyebrows raised at your confession and she unfolded her hands, bringing her chair a bit forward and closer to you so your knees were almost touching.
You suddenly felt very aware, and you sat up as she settled in her chair, watching-
-No,
Analyzing- you.
You felt your breath Hitch as her eyes slowly seemed to be undressing you.
When her eyes met yours once again, you clenched your jaw, trying to keep your mouth from saying anything crazy, but the weird thing was, you felt like telling Eva everything for some reason.
You were jerked from your thoughts when you heard a snap.
"Name."
Eva's voice was now seemingly lower and a bit husky.
Fire burned through your veins as you opened your mouth to answer her prompt.
"Y/n"
Eva leaned in towards you, you felt yourself slightly go forward as well.
"What's your biggest secret?" She looked at you through hooded eyes, darting between both of yours before they settled on your lips.
She licked her own lips before letting her teeth drag against her lower lip.
It felt like she was torturing you.
The smell of her perfume seemed to surround you and occlude all of your senses, causing your thoughts to be surrounded by haze.
You felt hypnotized by her.
"My biggest secret is I want you to go down on me so bad right now" you breathed out.
Your eyes widened at your own words as soon as they left your mouth. Eva smirked.
"Yeah?" She simply asked.
You felt a jolt in your stomach, you couldn't even explain the hold this woman had over you if you tried.
"Yeah" you simply stated.
"Well, why didn't you tell me baby?" She said, chuckling lowly, her eyes dropped down to her hand as she ran it up your thigh slowly.
You stared at her with your mouth hanging open and her eyes met yours once again.
"Answer me."
"I-I don't know" you said, your chest starting to rise and fall quicker as she used her other hand to slip up your shirt.
"Well I'm glad it's not a secret anymore" she leaned in closer and ghosted her lips over yours
"Eva" you whined.
"Can I tell you a secret?" She asked.
"Yes"
"I've been wanting to hear my name come from your pretty little lips like that since the day I first saw you" she said huskily.
You moaned before smashing your lips into hers.
You felt her hand slip under your bra as she ran her thumb over your hardened nipple.
You moaned into her mouth causing her to chuckle darkly.
"God you're so sexy" you groaned "I want you so bad" and she captured your lips in another heated kiss.
She pulled away from the kiss, taking her hand out from under your shirt before resting her forehead against yours as the two of you panted heavily.
You were surprised as she got up and pushed her chair back. She sat down on her knees, looking up at you.
You could cum at the sight alone.
She spread your legs open and slotted herself in between them, you felt your heart speed up.
She bit her lip and hooked her finger in the waistband of your loose sweatpants.
You lifted your hips up to let her remove them, almost moaning at the sight of how hungry she looked staring at your soaked lace underwear.
"God look at you, so wet for me already that you've ruined your panties" she moaned, licking her lips.
You spread your legs wider, your back slightly arched in the chair as you moaned for her desperately.
"Eva please, I need you" you gasped.
"You're so good for me, keep moaning my name like that" Eva groaned, bending down between your legs.
She pressed her tongue against your clothed center causing pleasure to explode low in your stomach.
Your hand shot into her hair and you grabbed it, pushing her tongue harder against you.
You felt her laugh, which vibrated through your body, causing you to shiver.
She wrapped her mouth around your clit through the thin lace and you moaned loudly as she sucked on it.
"Eva, please holy shit, take them off" you moaned feverishly.
"So impatient angel" she chuckled as she hooked her delicate fingers in the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down when you lifted your hips.
Eva reveled in the sight before her, licking her lips and groaning.
She pulled your hips forward and then held your thighs open as she went back in between your legs to taste you fully this time.
Your jaw dropped open as soon as her tongue made contact and you felt her moan vibrate through your whole body.
She licked your slit up to your clit before pulling back.
You felt your stomach burn with fire as you watched her sit back onto her knees, her hands still on your thighs.
Eva's eyes were closed as she took in the taste of you.
When she opened them her dark blue eyes looked up at you causing you to let out a whine.
"God, you taste so good baby" Eva groaned, licking her lips.
You moaned loudly, bucking your hips towards her.
"Don't worry angel, I haven't had of you enough yet" she smirked before moving in between my thighs again.
You let out a languid moan feeling your walls clench, pumping out more wetness that Eva happily lapped up with a flat tongue against your core.
Your hand made its way into her hair once again as she stuck her tongue inside you.
"Holy fucking shit" you moaned out, chest heaving as Eva ate you out like she was starving.
She moaned into your core as she felt your walls clench.
The room was filled with obscene wet noises harmonizing with both of your moans.
You bucked your hips into her face when her nose brushed against your clit.
As you peeled your eyes away from Eva in between your legs you noticed her hand moving slightly.
"Oh- my God, Eva are you touching yourself?" Her eyes opened as she looked up at you, but didn't stop the rapid movements of her tongue against you.
You saw her hand speed up as her eyebrows furrowed.
"Oh, you're fingering yourself" you gasped out.
Her eyes closed again as she let out a moan against you causing your stomach to tighten as you shuddered.
"Fuck you're so hot" you panted rapidly "I think I'm gonna cum."
She took her mouth away from your soaked center and looked up at you, her lips and nose glistening with your wetness. It was a filthy sight.
"I'm gonna cum too" she moved her hand inside her pants at a now, medium pace.
Before you could say anything, she took her hand out of her pants, her wetness still coating her fingers, she pushed them inside you and separated them, causing you to feel a wonderful stretch.
"Oh fuck fuck fuck" you groaned as Eva watched your core, your walls squeezing her fingers.
She snaked her other hand into her pants once again.
Her eyes met yours and she started pushing her fingers inside you at the same pace as hers.
"Don't cum until I say so" she moaned breathily.
"Yes" you choked out.
She added a third finger inside of you and your chest tightened once again, waves of pleasure taking over your body.
"Eva" you moaned out her name, signaling your release was close.
"Come on baby, hold it in, I'm almost there" she husked out.
Your chest rose and fell rapidly and you gripped onto the back of the chair, throwing your head back as you moaned loudly.
She was knuckles deep in you, thrusting her fingers faster, and the feeling was sending you to heaven.
"Alright, you can cum for me angel" Eva groaned.
You arched off the seat and your eyes rolled back as your legs shook with the power of your orgasm.
Eva let out a languid moan, reaching her climax at the same time.
She took her fingers out of both of you before watching your cum spill out causing her to let out an almost pornographic moan.
She sat back on her legs as she huffed, catching her breath and waiting for you to come down as well.
"So, how do you feel?" She breathed out as you looked back down at her.
"What do you mean? I feel so good, that was amazing" your eyes widened.
She giggled a little before elaborating.
"No silly, I mean do you feel connected to me now that we've cum together?" She raised her eyebrows.
"Ohhhh!" You nodded,
"Yeah I guess I do" almost losing your train of thought as you watched her stick the fingers that were just inside you, into her mouth.
She removed them with an audible pop.
"How about we revisit this thought next session?" She smirked up at you.
#eva swarm#swarm (show)#fanfiction#fanfic#fanfic request#billie eilish fanfic#billie eilish smut#billie eilish x you#billie eilish x y/n#billie eilish x reader#gxg#gxg smut#eva x reader#eva x you#eva smut#fanfiction requests#Swarm fanfic#Swarm fanfiction
646 notes
·
View notes
Note
I would love to power bottom Valentino from hazbin hotel ples 😏 also I LOVE angst so maybe a bit of that 😌 head cannons or a fic doesn’t matter I love words
Hello again whores! This is over 16k words…. I think I may have a problem, but I cooked so whatever
Tbh I may open writing commissions bc I love y’all but if I’m writing biblical epics I lowkey would appreciate being paid (college is expensive) 😭
CW: For general angst and Drug use
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You hated working nights, but working for Val always meant you worked nights. If someone were to ask you to write a list of everything you disliked about the club, you’d swear the exterminators would be here by the time you were done with it. But alas, it was what it was and there was nothing you could do to change it. That fucking contract made sure of that.
There were a few things that could make your shift bearable though. You liked Angel, even though he didn’t really come by anymore because of that stupid hotel, you liked the free drinks, even though Val made sure they were watered down after you vomited on a customer, and you liked the pills Val would give you, even though they made you feel loopy when you preformed. Those were the shit. Grade A. Top tier. Happiness in a tablet the size of your fingernail.
In your dressing room you watched the clock, five minutes. God, you were already sweating in the shitty outfit Val made you wear for tonight. A frilly maid outfit with black lingerie underneath, the man wanted a strip-tease and he was gonna have it one way or another. With Angel gone, you were the only other person he thought was worth headlining. That felt good to hear, even if you were only second choice. Maybe Angel being gone was a good thing, not for him but for you, maybe Val would see that you’re better than him, that you tried more. Maybe then you could be the star, and not just the understudy. Maybe, maybe, maybe; The word’s rhythm wavered in your head.
Hoping for Val to want you was fruitless though, you knew. Angel was the golden goose- or spider, you supposed - and it would take an act of god for someone to eclipse him. You took your eyes off the clock, knowing getting lost in your thoughts would just lead to a spiral of self-loathing. You closed your eyes and released a heavy sigh. On your table, beside your makeup and phone stood a fluorescent orange bottle. Unscrewing the cap you let loose three in your palm before capping the bottle. You ran the pad of your thumb over the tiny white buttons, smooth and chalky, before placing them in a row on your tongue, all washed down with watery gin. A twisted communion.
You lean back in your chair, wondering when the pills are gonna kick in. About two minutes pass before you hear the door to your dressing room open and a tired waitress with smudgy blue eyeliner and a crooked wig tilts her head towards the hallway to tell you it’s time for you to get on stage. Walking past her, you can smell a heavy peach scented perfume she used to try to cover the smell of sweat. Your heels clacked on the tile floor as you walked up to the entrance of the stage. You scratched your back from the itchy fabric of the costume, then adjusted the tops of your stockings. The song that’s currently playing ends and the performer before you walks to the back, they’re huffing and tired. They stretch and pop their back before looking at you, mouthing “Good luck.” The DJ of the club took a beat before announcing you to the crowd. Rolling your shoulders, you walked on stage feeling the hot spotlights shine on you.
That’s when it hits.
All of the tension you held in your body lifted, and your mind began to swim as you felt the Oxy kick in. Fuck, they really were the best. They made you feel warm and floaty, made the world seem bearable. You swung your hips seductively as you sauntered to the pole, ready to begin your act. Looking around, all the faces of the crowd blended together. It felt like the world was painted in watercolor, all of its harsh edges gone, replaced with washes that drifted out into nothing.
A chemical confidence kicked in then. Those languid movements of yours had everyone entranced, grinding your sex to the pole as you teased eager watchers with a peek up your skirt. Over the music you could hear their hoots and wolf-whistles, then frenzy when you began to shimmy off your top, exposing that black bra you had on under. You throw it out into the crowd, grateful not to have that polyester piece of shit on you anymore. The way they all clamor to catch it made you bite your bottom lip with a smirk. They were all so pathetic.
You spun on the ball of your foot, but the weightlessness of your opioid addled body worked against you, making you fall. Luckily you caught yourself on your hands, pretending it was some sultry move like a lady in a porno. The crawling was good though, you pretended to fuck the stage before you got to the center. You leaned back on your hands, stretching out a heeled foot that they all begged to touch. One almost did, before you snatched it away.
Slipping off that ugly skirt and kicking it off into the drunken crowd felt so good. They were transfixed, enthralled, however you wanted to put it. Your high made everything better, blanketing your body in comfort- That was always the peak. Savoring those small moments that made them scream. Looping and spinning and sliding and going upside down, stretching your legs out spread-eagle. When you felt the room start to spiral you stopped with your back to it for support. With a fake sexiness you slid your hand down your stomach, into those thin painties before taking it out.
God, it felt good to be desired even if it was like this. Sure, Val didn’t want you, but they did. All those sinners and hell-born who clamored to touch you and have you touch them. How they fought over an ugly, scratchy top because you wore it.
Turning your head you saw a wide-eyed patron ignoring a half-drank glass. You smirk and crawl towards them, and their eyes turn to the size of saucers. Reaching the edge of the stage you lean over, hanging over their small table. You opened your mouth wide enough to kiss- But you didn’t. You let your tongue hang out of your mouth, letting a fat drop of spit land in their drink. That was all they could have of you; You smile and go back to the stage to continue your act.
You don’t know how long he’d been standing there when you saw him. Valentino. He nips at his cigarette while he looks at you, not knowing what he’s thinking. Your moves become bigger, looser, hoping to impress him. A glob of phlegm sits at the back of your mouth and you swallow, feeling the tenseness grow inside your body. I can be good too, see! I’m as good as Angel! Even better! Please…please don’t fire me.
He walks closer to the stage as you keep grinding on the pole. Your eyes meet for a second before you look away, unsure. When he reaches the edge of the stage is when you slam yourself to the floor- the crowd hollered. Val adjusts his glasses and takes a long, long drag from his cigarette. Your body cranes towards him, head lowered in reverence while you studied his face. Val was always so hard to read, that’s the thing you hated most about him - well, at least one of them- was he displeased, impressed, disinterested? Fuck if you knew.
With one hand he pinched your face, between his pointer and thumb. He pressed his mouth to yours, filling it with all of that warm smoke. The roof of your mouth hurt so much, but the rest of your body trembled. He’d never been this open, kissing you, watching you dance, it felt so, so good to have his attention. Val pulled away, pink cloud leaving your parted lips.
Valentino leaned in, “Meet me in the back.”
“I still have five minutes left…”
“I’m your boss.” There was a vague sternness to his words, what were five minutes compared to his regard?
You breathed heavily. “Gimme a second.”
Quickly as you could you got off stage. Your head was spinning and you couldn’t tell why- was it the Oxy? The drink? The dancing? The cigarette? All of them combined. The backstage was full of cold air, making goosebumps prickle over your legs. You crossed your forearms and leaned them on the wall. Eyes closed, you counted backwards from 100; 100, 99, 98, 97- Val with his cigarette showed up in your mind, how he pulled your mouth to his, how you shivered, how you liked it. You tried again, but he kept lingering. Another restart, going a bit longer this time, but you gave up somewhere around 56.
Through the backstage hallway you walked to the back, The Velvet Rooms. Those fancy, gilded places hidden away that only those Val liked - or who could afford it- could enter. Valentino hid himself away in the biggest one, a room within the wall closed off with heavy dark blue curtains. The Velvet Rooms were where Overlords and certain Goetia came to be spat on, spanked, and other “peculiar wants” that Val catered to.
Opening the curtains you were struck with the heavy scent of his smoke. You closed them shut, the room illuminated by a faint pink light. Val sat on the couch, legs spread wide and arms slung over the top, his heavy coat thrown to some unknown corner. Seeing him reminded you of how little clothes you had on. Val’s second set of arms beckoned you over, you obeyed. He rested them on your waist, idly feeling the texture of your garter belt.
“Good of you to come carino,” He kissed your stomach, tittering at the way you quivered. “You did so good I had to meet with you privately.”
“How could I deny you Valcito?” You responded in a honeyed tone that made him chuckle.
“Valcito?” He smirked.
“Aren’t you?” You tilt his head up to see your smiling face, dressed with sultry bedroom eyes, “My little Valcito who liked my dancing.”
Val showed off that gold tooth of his; He kissed your stomach again, leaving a little red mark.
You dropped your hands to his arms, sliding up to his biceps. You bit your lip, so hard and toned. For so long you were curious about Val’s body, his sex, his libido. You wondered what he did to Angel to make him so sore and his voice so hoarse. It was embarrassing how many nights you spent thinking about what he tasted like- though now there was no point, you knew now, cigarettes and citrus vodka.
The tips of his fingers traced along your hips, fingering the thin strap of your panties. Your voice grew weak as he nipped again and again at the soft flesh of your stomach. Mind in a daze, words slipped out of your mouth.
“You know, I’m surprised you called me back here…” A kitten-lick across your navel that made you squirm.
“Why’s that Carino? Don’t think you’re pretty enough?” His voice teased.
“I thought you didn’t like women”
“Why would you think that?” He looped his finger around the hip strap again
“Angel.” He snickered.
“Oh Carino, don’t worry. Angel is just the soup D’Jour,” His finger dipped forward along your hip bone, “Men, women; Women, men; all of those sweet things in-between, how could you pick just one?”
“How poignant.” You said with a bit of a flat affect. His waxing-poetic seemed so unimpressive to you. Though, you felt a stab of guilt for thinking so.
“You, Sugar, I just can’t deny,” Val moved his hands up along your torso, stopping just underneath your breasts, “Good tits, nice stomach, pretty face,” his attention went back to your panties, “You coulda been on the cover of Hustler. Hhhnn, maybe I’ll make you the centerfold this month…”
You leaned over him, pressing your face to his. Fuck, his tongue felt so good in your mouth, making your stomach start to knot and squirm. He took your bottom lip between his teeth, making you whine before you pulled away. Placing tiny nips on his neck, you felt the heat in your stomach grow hotter and hotter and turn to slick. You wanted to touch him, feel him, consume him, and be consumed.
Val pulled away for a second, but it felt like forever. He reached into a shallow pocket and produced a button of something. It was a tiny tablet, waxy and fat, and pinched between his two fingers. You wondered what it was, it didn’t look like Oxy. You hoped it was something stronger, desiring the out of body experience you’d been losing since you started to grow tolerant of the opiate.
“You ever play a game of rolling roulette Sugar?” Val asked, you shook your head no.
“You trade the X tongue to tongue, and whoever’s it dissolves on is the lucky winner.” Oh so it was Ecstasy, now that’s good shit.
Val pulled you onto his lap, cupping a breast, “C’mon Baby, let’s go on a trip together…”
That’s all it took.
The tiny pill teetered between both of your tongues as you kissed, growing smaller and smaller and smaller. Val’s spit was thick and sweet and wonderful, something about it making your body go alight with electricity. The X melted so easy, like blue cotton candy; You could feel the serotonin swell in your brain like a party balloon.
When the first roll happened you moaned into Val’s mouth. All of your nerves were standing on edge, shivering with anticipation. He removed your bra, placing a nipple in his mouth as you felt his cock grow harder. It felt so much better than your other highs. The Oxy only ever calmed things, washed them out. The X was so different, so so much better. Everything seemed to shimmer, like the whole world was wrapped in cellophane. How could you think the absence of feeling was so wonderful when this existed?
Your mind was in a twinkly daze when you started to undress him. He kissed and licked at your neck while you felt your way through unbuttoning his top. Fuck, his skin was so smooth and warm; He pressed you closer, teeth bit into your collar bone before dragging his tongue over the marks he left.
You kissed your way down Val’s body. At his chest you lingered, leaving tiny red marks on the trail to his V-line. Valentino’s head lolled back on the couch as you unzipped his cock with all of its dark hair. You put it in your hand, running your thumb over the leaking tip. He swore under his breath as you pumped him slowly, up and down up and down.
The warmth of your tongue dragged along his thick shaft. Your stomach gets a sharp squirm to it, same as your cunt. It’s hard to tell because of the drugs or how sexy Val looks with his legs wide open and his cock needy for your touch. Looking up at him, you’ve never wanted anything more in your life.
His breath hitched when you took him in your mouth. Your tongue twists and swirls around his cock, savoring the feeling of him hitting the back of your throat, making you gag. To try to calm that darling pain between your legs you rubbed your thighs together, but that didn’t help. All it served to do was make your cunt needier. You push his member deeper and deeper into your mouth; You moan into his sex, making him squeeze the palmful of hair he had in his hand tighter.
“You’re so good, Carino.” He says, breathless. You start to suck him faster, blowing and kissing and licking. Val kept sprinkling compliments throughout. It felt so good to be praised by him; All of those sweet things he’d save for everyone else, but never you. You’re so good, you’re so sexy, you take me so well, you’re so pretty, you make me so hard.
“‘M close.” He grabs your hair again, pulling your face in. Feeling devious, you pulled away, savoring the flustered look on his face. Val is huffing, fucked out, and dazed out of his goddamn mind on X.
“You can stand to wait a little longer Valcito~” You nip at the inside of one of his thighs, making his voice hitch into a falsetto. You dragged the tips of your fingers up to his sensitive stomach, mouth leaving a hard bite outline near his ribs. Tracing him was so wonderful, feeling all of those hard edges give into softness. Nursing on his neck, your thumb and forefinger followed his neck muscle and collarbone, dipping into their crevices.
“Valcito~” Your breath was hot against his neck. He mumbled something under his breath and tried to slip his hand into your panties. You caught his wrist and pushed it away, biting hard on his collarbone. You can wait.
Again your mouth found its way south, the want in your cunt becoming more and more painful. You took him in your mouth again, your saliva getting thick and syrupy. Val seized the opportunity and shoved your head down on his cock, chasing the release you denied him. Your teeth grazed his member before pulling away again. Val whined, his eyes pleading. A dark smile grew on your face before you took him again.
He let out a sharp breath and pressed his hands onto your scalp. You went faster, letting the flat of your tongue trace the vein on the underside of his cock. It was fun playing with him like this, having a little control with him for once. Val’s hands tensed in your hair when he warned you he was going to cum.
When he came he wailed, filling your mouth with his salty taste. Looking up at him, you opened your mouth. Val’s thumb traced your bottom lip, admiring his work.
“You look so good like this, Carino.” He huffed.
Pushing yourself from your knees you kissed Val, his seed still in your mouth. That’s all that took to make him go feral. He pulled you to his lap and laid you down, wrapping your legs around him. Without taking his mouth off yours he took his top off, ramming into your needy sex.
Fuck, Val was bigger than you thought he was. His pace was hard and fast, making you scratch your nails into his back. Your kiss tasted like everything good in the world- cum and grapefruit and cigarettes and cotton candy and euphoria. Both of you swallowed, pulling your faces away to catch your breaths. God, you were so wet, Val’s cock slipped in and out of you so easily and it felt so goddamn good. Better than any finger or cock or toy and it made you squeeze him tighter.
You pressed your forehead to his neck, mumbling nonsense. “I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” Val spat on his fingers and slipped his hands between the two of you. You didn’t know what he was going to do until you felt his wet fingers graze your clit. He got rougher with it once he found it, making you squeal and cum on him.
That didn’t stop Val though, and god did it feel good. He kept fucking you through your release, making you cum another two times. Your legs felt like jelly, body weak and weightless. The X was releasing its last wave of chemical joy as he fucked you, pleasure rippling inside of you. He came inside you, making you sob into his neck. Val pressed you closer to him, whispering in your ear as you felt your release drip out of your cunt.
“You’re so good baby, so good and pretty.” Pleasepleasepleaseplease, say the magic words.
“I love you, you’re my perfect girl, my pretty baby.” You came again.
His thrusts got sloppier and you could tell he was gonna cum again. “Please, please, please, let me be your favorite, I’ll be good, I’ll be good, I’ll be good.” You whimpered.
The anticipation of an orgasm built up, shivering and needy. Val grazed your face and kissed you, “Oh you’re my favorite, baby. My little sullen girl~” He held you closer, savoring the way you squirmed when you came together.
When he was done he stayed inside you. Val pressed his head on the couch beneath you. You traced the scratches you left on his back, feeling your high from the X begin to ebb. Your breath felt so heavy and your mind so fuzzy. That all didn’t matter though, Val wanted you now. He’d been inside you, kissed you, felt you, squeezed you, and couldn’t get enough. He wanted you. So what if it was only for the moment, so what if this meant you could disappoint him, so what if you’re only a place-holder until someone better comes. You’re the favorite.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel smut#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel fanfiction#fanfiction requests#valentino#hazbin hotel valentino#valentino x reader#valentino x you#hazbin hotel imagine#the vees
97 notes
·
View notes
Text
Jay Halstead x Fem!Reader
TW: main theme of eating disorders, reader has a panic attack
Requested by: @sorry-i-spaced
You walked into the bullpen, settling down at your desk for the day. You'd gotten there fairly early, early enough to be the only one there, aside from Adam. Seeing as he'd been having issues at home, he seemed to spend more and more time at work. You nodded to him. "Hey Adam, good morning."
"Morning, (Y/N)," he responded, humming as he looked up from the computer. "You're in early."
You shrugged. "I could say the same thing about you." You shook your head, getting logged on to the computer and working on some reports you had in your desk tray.
A few moments later, Adam scoffed at something on his computer, making your eyes jump up to him. He looked to you. "You see these new dieting trends?"
You took in a short breath, but shook your head, trying to play it off as you looked back down. "No, I don't follow that stuff."
Anymore.
Sometimes you missed it, in a way. You didn't miss the suffering, the growl of your empty belly, or the feeling of eating only lettuce for lunch. But you missed feeling skinny. You missed being able to fit in a size 2 pant and an XS tshirt. You missed getting compliments, people asking if you'd lost weight, and bonding with people over it. It was so unhealthy, and yet, you'd made multiple 'friends' that way.
"It says here a juice clense and intermittent fasting can help you lose twenty pounds within a month. That's insane!" Adam laughed.
"Yeah," you mumbled, trying to seem as disinterested as possible. You remembered all of your therapy techniquies, trying to calm yourself down and tune Adam out. He dropped it for a while, just scoffing at his computer every now and then as he seemed to deep-dive on some articles. Obviously, he had too much time on his hands. You wished Voight was there to assign the man some work.
An hour or so later, the others started to pile in. Hailey arrived and so did Antonio, the two of them chatting about boxing or something of the like. You hadn't really been paying attention, until Adam spoke up again. "Hey, guys, look what we found earlier."
We? No, not we. You.
You huffed, trying not to let Adam get to you. It was just a touchy subject. It wasn't his fault, he didn't know, but it hurt you nevertheless. You just wanted the conversation to be over.
"Juice clense and fasting?" Antonio shook his head. "Nah, they got it all wrong. If you're going to diet, you have to go Keto."
"Antonio, that's so 2009," Adam mocked, rolling his eyes.
"Hey, Laura was on it for a while," he shrugged. "I think she lost a few pounds, but she gave it up after a while. It's hard to just cut out certain things."
"How about we cut out this conversation?" You growled from your desk, not looking up. "Bad for your health."
"Yo, (Y/N), what's your problem?" Adam asked, all three of them looking to you. "Not like we're actually doing it. Just talking."
"Yeah, well, some people do it. It's not funny, either." You looked up with the hardest glare you could muster, hoping your eyes weren't glossed over with tears.
Hailey, who hadn't truly joined the conversation until now, looked to Adam. "She's right, you shouldn't even be looking at that stuff at work. They're all gossip articles." She shrugged and moved to her own desk to get busy. Anotnio went to his own desk too, leaving Adam alone with your glare.
Jay walked in just a moment after, looking around at the silence in the bullpen, then sitting at his own desk. Kim and Kevin soon followed suit, walking in and chatting about some new trend on TikTok. You ignored everyone, just keeping your head down and finishing your case reports. Then, you went to the bathroom. When you came back, you could hear Adam talking to Hailey about you, wondering what was the issue.
Since you'd been dating Jay, Hailey had become like a sister to you. Hailey was practically ignoring Adam's asks. "Come on, Hailey, what's her problem today? She's been grumpy since she came in. Jay? Did you not satify her last night or something?"
"That's enough, Adam," Hailey huffed, shaking her head. "I don't know what's going on, but it's obviously none of our business if she didn't tell us. Drop it."
"Adam, dude, shut up for once in your life," Jay chimed in, shaking his head. "Just let it be. If you pissed her off, she'll come talk to you later."
"Dude, what did I do? All I wanted was to make conversation," Adam huffed. "Why did she come in so early anyways, huh? Did you piss her off first and she's taking it out on me?"
Jay stood from his desk. "Alright, shut up right now, Ruzek, or I'll lay you out in the middle of the bullpen."
Adam stood from his desk, huffing. "Yeah, I'd like to see you try, Halstead."
"Alright, that's enough," Antonio said, standing himself. "I'll lay the both of you out on your asses if you don't both sit down and shut up." He shook his head. "Ruzek, why don't you go check on this?" Finally, someone had found Ruzek something to do. You thanked your lucky stars Antonio was there. He had always stood up for you, even if you weren't close friends. Antonio handed Adam a paper with about twenty names. "Take Kevin with you."
Kevin looked up. "Hey, what did I do to deserve that?"
"Nothing," Anotnio said with a shrug. "It's not a punishment for you. Just go, now."
The two men looked at one another, then left together down the stairs. You sighed in soft relief, still standing against the doorway back into the bullpen. You looked at the four people left, nodding as Hailey met your gaze. You sat back down at your desk as if nothing had happened. You were relieved not only to have some peace and quiet, but to have the instigator removed. Adam wasn't a bad guy, but he was definitely still immature, being practically the youngest on the team. He didn't know how to pick up on social cues the way Hailey or Antonio did. It was his biggest downfall.
Some time later, Voight came into the office, having been at a ComStat meeting all morning. He looked around, seeing the silence, then hummed as he shoved his hands in his pockets. "So, I'm two officers down and the rest of you are silent? What's going on?"
Antonio looked up. "I sent them out to drop anchor on some streets we suspect trafficking patterns run through. Do we have a case?"
"No," Voight said, humming and looking to you, Jay, Hailey, and Kim. "What about the rest of you?"
"Finishing some reports, Sarge," Jay said, motioning to the stack on his desk.
"I'm helping with that," Hailey confirmed.
"Filing," Kim said from the filing cabinets near Antonio.
"I just finished my reports a few mintures ago," you said with a shrug. "If there's anything I can help with, let me know."
Voight hummed, then nodded and walked through to his office, motioning Antonio with him. The two shut the office door and talked, but they couldn't be heard behind the wood and glass encasing Voight's desk. You hummed and moved over to Jay's desk. "Need another hand?"
Jay hummed. "No, I think we've got it." Kim moved past the two of you to hit the restroom, leaving you and Jay and Hailey in the bullpen alone. "You okay?" Jay asked softly. "Listen, I know with this morning and everything, and I don't know what Ruzek did but-"
"It's fine," you cut him off with a soft sigh. You hadn't wanted conversation, you'd wanted work.
"It doesn't seem fine," Jay protested, putting a gentle hand on yours. "And about this morning-"
"You wouldn't understand," you mumbled, pulling your hand away. You didn't want to talk about the morning or about Adam. You just wanted to distract yourself.
Jay thought for a moment, ready to protest before realization washed over his face. "Oh... Did Adam say something about your body?"
"No, no, he..." You sighed. "It's fine. It's all fine, Jay."
"He was talking about some new diet fads or something," Hailey chimed in softly, meeting Jay's eyes and giving him a look.
Jay nodded to Hailey, then looked back to you. "You sure you don't want to talk about it?"
You shook your head and went back to your desk, trying to work on your therapy techniques again, then left your desk to go to the locker room without a word.
-
"(Y/N)," Jay said softly, a soft hand placed on your cheek. He ran his thumb over your cheekbone, which was fairly prominent. You pulled away slightly.
"S-Stop, you'll ruin my makeup."
"You don't need the makeup or the diet. You are beautiful."
"You'll never understand, Jay. Society just doesn't treat men the same way." You sighed wiping the tears from your eyes as you pulled on the pants. You'd been trying to get into the size 0 pants for as long as you could remember, and it was frustrating you that you couldn't get them completely on or buttoned.
"This isn't healthy for you, (Y/N). You don't need to be a size 0 to earn my love."
You let out a scream of frustration when you couldn't pull the pants up all the way. "Fuck! I'm just not losing enough weight!"
"(Y/N), please, please listen to me," Jay begged, walking over and prying your hands off the jeans. "This isn't healthy. You're not healthy. Please, stop trying to be like this. I love you, and I always will no matter what. You could be a size 100 and I would still love you."
You clung to the jeans like they were your life force, but when Jay finally got your hands off them, you hit his chest, then clung to him, sinking into his arms and to the ground. He knelt with you, holding you tightly to his chest, stroking your hair and rocking you slowly.
"I hate myself..." you mumbled. "I hate my body... I'm not skinny enough..."
"That's not true," Jay whispered in reply. "Your body doesn't define who you are... Running ten miles a day and starving yourself isn't healthy. If you don't stop, you won't have a body to hate, and I won't have anyone to give my love to."
You sobbed into his shoulder, still clenching fistfulls of his shirt. Finally, he coaxed you out of the state you were in, took the pants off you, and helped you into some sweatpants that were a size 4, which were big on you at that point. He picked you up with concerning ease and took you to the living room, settling you down and kissing your face. A bit later, he brought in some food he'd made, some chicken and gravy and biscuts with vegetables mixed in. Then, he sat beside you and handed you a small plateful. As much as he wanted to give you a normal or even large portion, he knew it wouldn't be right. He knew you had to start small. "Here," he said softly.
"You don't have to eat all of it, but can you please at least eat a few bites?"
You sighed, but nodded. Jay had been so gentle with you and never really frustrated. He hadn't seen how bad it was until you'd started dating a few weeks back. It hurt him to see you like this, you could see it in his eyes, but you didn't know any different. High school had ruined you, and you'd been spiraling out of control since then. You took a bite of the delicious food Jay had made. You had to force yourself to do it, but the smile that came to his face when you did was more than enough to get you to take another. You loved him, truly, and wanted to get better, for him.
-
You sighed as you sat in the locker room, trying to keep yourself from crying too loudly. It had gotten to you. You now wore a size 8, and were in a generally healthy state. Sometimes you'd forget to eat or skip meals because you were working, but Jay always made sure to catch you if that happened.
You were terrified now, because the fight that morning had really hurt you and then you'd taken it out on Adam. It wasn't his fault, but he had triggered a fight or flight within you. You swallowed hard and tried to breathe, feeling a panic attack coming on. You moved to the wall shakily and sat down, just in case you passed out. You tried to control your breathing, breaking out into sobs.
-
"(Y/N), it's been forever since we had a night out. Come on, let me take you out to a fancy restaurant or something."
"Jay, I hate fancy restaurants." You rolled your eyes with a small huff. "What's wrong with having a night in?"
"We just go to work and come home. We never go out together."
"We go to Molly's all the time. More than I'd like to. I'm practically an alcoholic because of you, and it makes me gain more weight." You huffed and turned from the counter to look at him. "I never drank before I met you. Now we're there like every other night. Sometimes more."
"Well, yeah, because we never go anywhere or do anything. I can't be cooped up all the time."
You shrugged. "Then go out and do things. I don't see the problem."
"The problem is I'm not doing them with you. I want to do things with you, (Y/N)."
“And you know I hate going out. People look at me funny.”
“No they don’t!” Jay raised his voice at you. “And even if they were, you know I’m here for you! I’d never let anyone get away with hurting you!”
“Jay!” You yelled, huffing again. “I’m too fat to ever look good going out! I don’t want to go to some fancy restaurant and wear a dress! My makeup never looks right and I look dumb!” You slammed down the plate with your toast on it, shaking your head. “Forget this! I can't eat breakfast in peace even if I wanted to!” You grabbed your jacket, badge and keys, leaving from Jay’s apartment, despite his protests and apologies. You ignored him, then left for the district, the only other place you felt safe outside of your own apartment.
-
You tried to breathe deeply, but it was so hard. Between your fight with Jay and the ordeal with Adam, you just wanted to shrink into a ball and disappear. You sobbed, trying to keep yourself quiet as you spiraled into your own mind and thoughts.
Suddenly, there was a hand gripping your arm. "Breathe, breathe, (Y/N)," came a familiar woman's voice. You looked up, seeing Hailey through your tears. "Breathe in, as deep as you can. Come on, I've got you."
You breathed in as deeply as possible, but it wasn't deep enough. You breathed out, but back in fairly quickly, trying to catch that deep breath you desparately needed.
"Good, good," Hailey cooed. "Good, (Y/N), breathe."
With Hailey's help, you calmed down within a few minutes. You were able to breathe again, although your head was spinning. You looked up at Hailey, who simply held you by the shoulders now. You sniffled and nodded to her. "Thanks..." you mumbled.
"(Y/N), I've never seen you like this. What's going on? What happened this morning?"
You swallowed hard, getting up with her help and steadying yourself. You sighed, shaking your head. "Jay and I... We're just different. I don't like to be around people, you know? Not in public or at fancy places. I just want to be with him or my friends, like you. People I know won't judge me..." You shrugged.
"Judge you for what?"
Tears came back to your eyes as you wrapped your arms around yourself. "For... For my body..." you mumbled.
"What do you mean, (Y/N)? None of us would judge you based on how you look."
"I-I was really bad for a while... Before I met Jay, and before he helped me get into intelligence... Before I met you..." You sighed shakily, looking to Hailey. "I just... I had a really bad disorder..."
Hailey seemed to understand a bit, nodding. "We would never think of you as anything less than what you are: smart, confident, beautiful. I know Jay feels that way, and so does everyone else in the unit."
"It's all fake," you mumbled.
"Fake it until you make it," Hailey replied with a hike of her shoulders. "Maybe you can compromise with Jay on this. He wants to go out, you want to stay in, maybe there's some kind of middle ground."
"Like what?"
She hummed, thinking for a moment before nodding. "I'll tell Jay what I'm thinking, and you give it a chance, okay?"
You looked to Hailey, skeptical of whatever it was, but nodded. "Alright..."
"And about Adam?"
You sighed. "I was... I was stressed from this morning with Jay and on top of that, he was talking about diet culture and... Those were the types of articles I read about in tabloids in high school... You know, the fads? I didn't... I couldn't listen to that. After this morning, I-I just wanted to leave and be safe, and then I felt attacked again, like temptation to go back to that place... I don't know... It just hit somewhere too close to my soul." You sighed. "I'll apologize when I see him next, I-I just couldn't take his constant talking this morning."
"Hey, we all have a hard time tolerating him on a regular basis, let alone with you going through something like this. You don't have to apologize; you were only defending yourself."
You shrugged again. "I was still mean. I'll apologize and just tell him it bothers me."
"Okay," Hailey said with a small nod. "Alright. Do you need another minute?"
"No, I'm good." You stood, wiping your face and then taking a deep breath.
.
Adam and Kevin came back in after lunchtime. You hadn't moved from your desk for lunch but, like most days, Jay had left with Hailey to get lunch and come back with a to-go container with a small meal in it. Jay walked in and set it on your desk, then leaned down and gave you a small kiss to your temple before returning to his desk without a word. You nodded a small thanks as you looked up at him, then your eyes returned to your paperwork. You typically did this, either ate in the office or not at all. You used to leave the office to eat in your car, but as you gained relationship with the team, you became more comfortable eating lunch around them.
After Jay came in and everything was settled, everyone went back to their respective "busy work," seeing as there just wasn't a case to handle that day. Even Sergeant Voight looked bored, eyes glazed over as he stared at the computer in his office.
You looked up to Adam, waiting for the right time. He looked up and caught your eyes, you silently nodding to him and getting up, moving toward the interrogation rooms. As you moved into the viewing room, Adam was on your heels. "Hey, look, (Y/N), what happened this morning-"
You shushed him, shaking your head with a soft sigh. "I wanted to apologize. I was very rude toward you. It's just that... Things... Things like that bother me. Stuff about eating and diet culture and that kind of stuff... I just don't like it, okay?"
Adam's eyes softened a little as he looked at you. "(Y/N), I'm sorry, I had no idea."
"I was taking my anger out on you this morning, and it wasn't right, and I am very sorry, Adam. Look, you're a good guy and I shouldn't have been so rude to you, no matter what I felt."
Adam nodded and put a soft hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry too, I didn't realize it was making you upset. I need to do better with that stuff. I shouldn't have been talking about it, and I won't again. I understand now that it's a touchy subject for you. I didn't mean to upset you. Again, I'm sorry."
You nodded and offered a small smile. "I'm glad it's all okay now."
"Me too." He pulled you into a short embrace, squeezing you softly. "And hey, for what it's worth, you look nice today."
You laughed, snorting a little at his remark. "Is that all, Ruzek?" You punched his shoulder. "Get out of here."
He chuckled and put his hands up, walking backwards and out the door, back toward the bullpen. You took the chance to use the bathroom before going back as well, sitting at your desk and finishing up your tasks while eating your lunch.
-
When the day came to a close, you stood and grabbed your jacket, looking to Jay as he approached your desk. "Hey," he said softly, low enough that the others wouldn't be able to hear. "Let's get out of here. We'll make a stop at your place, then I want to take you somewhere."
You sighed a little at the thought, glancing to Hailey who smiled and nodded at you, then looking back to Jay. His puppy-dog eyes pleaded you to say yes. You finally nodded. "Alright. You can follow me home. I'll just park and change, then I'll be back out to meet you."
"Perfect, I'll stop at my place on the way to grab a few things and meet you there." Jay smiled softly, glad you'd agreed to it.
.
When you got into Jay's truck outside your house, you hummed. "So, what is Hailey's crazy plan this time?"
Jay smiled and shook his head. "It's a surprise. I can't tell you yet."
You looked to him. "You're not taking me anywhere fancy, are you? Cause I dressed in sweats for a reason."
He laughed, looking over at you and grabbing your hand. "I would take you anywhere in sweats. You're beautiful no matter what."
You couldn't help but smile, bringing his hand up to your mouth and kissing his knuckles. Despite your disagreements, you loved Jay with your whole heart. No argument, despite how much it affected you, would ever change the love you held for him. He pulled your hand toward him as he drove, reciprocating the kiss to your knuckles. You smiled again, moving across the center console to lean against him. You just wanted to be close to him, and you hoped wherever he was taking you would allow you to do that.
You rode beside Jay in gentle silence for a while as he finally turned into a fast food place. You furrowed your eyebrows, sitting up in your seat and looking up at him. "A fast food place?"
"This isn't our final stop, just stay here a second." He got out of the truck, leaving you inside. Truthfully, you were fine with being in the truck as opposed to inside the store, but you missed Jay's warmth sitting beside you. In his place, you turned on the heater and let the vents circulate hot air into the car. You hummed at the warmth, closing your eyes and leaning your head back. Jay came back about ten minutes later, a bag in hand. He set it in the back set before getting in and kissing your cheek. "Alright, ready?"
"Yeah," you replied, still soaking in the heat. Jay rolled down his window, allowing you to keep the heat on while he stayed a bit cooler. You didn't mind, as it also circulated in some fresh air. It was nearly fall, so the nights were getting cooler, but not cold yet.
Some time later, you noticed Jay had taken you to the outskirts of the city. He parked his truck at a local park, away from the hustle and bustle. You furrowed your brow as he turned off the truck, the heat leaving you. You looked to him for an explanation, but he didn't say anything. He simply smiled as he got out, moving to your side to help you out (which you didn't need, but it wasn't unwelcomed). He then helped you up onto the bed of the truck, following. He had a goofy grin on his face as he laid out several pillows and blankets, enough for the both of you to be comfortable and warm. Then, he grabbed the food from the cab and laid it out, helping you to sit down. "Ta-da," he said with a small grin.
You couldn't help but smile at his smile, shaking your head. "A truck bed dinner and cuddling?"
"This way, we're alone and can eat and lay here in peace, together, but we're also not at home."
You hummed. "Hailey is a genius."
He laughed and nodded. "Yeah, she's pretty great for coming up with this one. And best part is, we can go anywhere, so I'll never get tired of being in the same place, but you'll always be comfortable."
You smiled again, this time wider. "Yeah, this is perfect."
"I'm glad you think so." He motioned to dinner. "Now eat, and then we can lay back and watch the stars."
You scooched over to be closer to him, leaning into his side as you ate, humming. "It's perfect, Jay."
He rubbed your back, kissing the top of your head. "Anything for you, beautiful."
#chicago pd#x reader#fanfiction requests#chicagopd#jay halstead x reader#jay halstead#detective jay halstead#cpd
69 notes
·
View notes
Note
teen nat with “You look exhausted, you know that?” ?? (maybe pre-crash)
❤️Blame Game - Natalie Scatorccio (1996 pre-crash) x fem!Reader❤️
Fanfiction master list
disclaimer: don't repost my work. I only post on Tumblr and on Ao3. anything else is stolen and should be removed immediately
GIF by gayliennn
Summary: Natalie seeks refuge from the rain (and possibly comfort) after the death of her dad...
Warnings: canon themes: dead parents, spousal abuse, guns, general angst
Word Count: 2,539
A/N: Hello Lovelies! it's been a minute. I was so busy this past semester, but I'm now on summer break and I want to get back to work on my writing with requests for dialogue prompts with characters with Yellowjackets! here's my first dabble at writing for the fandom with pre-crash Natalie! I really hope you enjoy it, and as always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading ❤️
"Nat" Natalie Scatorccio Tag List:
General Tag List: @summergeezburr
-❤️-
It had been raining for most of the afternoon by now, which you had found strange given the sun being so high when you'd left school. But the rain persisted into the night and you now found yourself sitting at your desk, scribbling away in your diary about your day and just general thought and feelings. You'd found that even when you had a mundane day, writing was still good. It helped keep up the habit for when you needed the outlet.
You started to run out of things to say and instead began to chew at the eraser of your pencil. One of your cassettes played quietly in your walkmen, but you could still hear the rain’s muffled tapping on the roof over the song. However, as you moved to start scribbling again, maybe adding doodles to your entry instead of more words, your attention was caught by a different tapping. It was sporadic and out of tune with the rain and it paused as though some other element controlled it.
Cautiously, you paused your song and listened. The tapping started again, clicking against the glass of your window. When there wa another pause you made your way over to it and opened it with caution. You paused again, licking your lips and biting your cheek. Why did this feel like the start of every slasher movie? Maybe youde watched those Halloween movies too many times.
“Hey, y/n! That you?” a familiar voice broke through the rain. Without any more hesitation, your head poked out of the open window, hands gripping the windowsill as the rain began to wet your hair.
“Nat?” you called in a whispery yell. “What the hell are you doing here? It’s the middle of the night?” thanks to your porch light you could see her fidgeting, hugging herself as she crumpled under the rain. She opened her mouth like she wanted to talk, but stopped herself.
“Can I come up?” she said instead. You hesitated again, head going back inside as you checked the time. It was nearly one in the morning by now. Your father would be furious if he found out, but it was Nat after all, it was pouring and you knew she had to have walked here. You huffed, your brows knit as you nodded, ducking your head back into the house ans shutting the window behind you before running downstairs as quietly as you could. You quietly unlocked your front door, pausing after it clicked open to listen for the sound of any unexpected movement. When nothing turned up you opened the door just as Natalie stepped onto your front porch.
“Be quiet and wipe your feet,” you insisted in a hushed voice, eyes already training on the staircase once more. You unconsciously took her hand tight and sprinted as quietly as you could up the stairs and ducked into your room, shutting it with the softest click you could mister. You shut your eyes, listening against the door for any sign you might have woken your parents, but once you felt it was all clear you relaxed with a sigh and turned back to look out on your room.
“You didn’t have to let me up if I was gonna get you in trouble,” Natalie mumbled. She’d begun to fidget where she stood, her thumb stroking over the strap of her soaked backpack. She didn’t move from where she stood and seemed to avoid making eye contact with you or anything in the room for that matter.
“It’s running outside and you’re soaked,” she shrugged, eyes turning down to her dripping shoes.
“I don't wanna put you out’s all,” your eyes transfixed on her in the quiet. She didn’t look at you for any of it but in the short time you stood awkwardly in front of you you could tell something was wrong. You knew Nat well. Well, maybe not this Natalie specifically, but you knew the Natalie from middle school who had sleepovers at your house nearly every Saturday and loved playing board games with your family and stopping for secret ice cream with you on the way home from school. That all had been some time ago, but you knew her, and even with all that she’d hanged that Natalie was still in her. You saw her right then.
“You doing ok? You seem off,” you inquired, slowly approaching her like she was a skittish dog. She looked up finally, slightly geared by the sudden proximity change, but she relaced as your reached for her fidgety hand. She let you take it, watching the tenderness in your motion. She hated being fragile.
“My dad’s gone,” she breathed, biting her lower lip. She’d been doing it for a while now. The skin of it was dry and chapped, red from repeated tearing away at the layering resulting in a swollen tenderness.
“I’m sorry. For good this time?” you weren't sure that was the right question to ask. Natalie’s dad always had a tendency to come and go, but given her demeanor either it was over or something else was going on. She sniffed heavily and let out a dry laugh as she jerked her eyes from you.
“Yeah, well seeing he put a bullet in his head I’d say it’s for good,” she pressed her lips together, sucking her teeth at the bitter sting, and exhaled hard through her nose. She swallowed hard before she shakily turned her eyes back to you. She tisked at the expression on your face and felt your hand tighten around hers. “Fuck, I'm sorry, I shouldn't unload on you like that I-”
“Hey, no it’s ok. It’s fine. I’m sorry,” you reached and grabbed hold of her other hand ans squeezed tight, forcing an awkward smile. “Do you want clothes to change into? You’re sopping wet,” she shook her head but you tisked.
“I'm getting you clothes ans you aren't arguing,” you turned from her and sauntered to your dresser, wrassling around in your drawers for anything comfortable for her to wear. Unbeknownst to you, Natalie was looking down at her hand, squeezing them into fists before she rubbed her sweaty palms against her jeans. She never liked clammy hands. You turned back to her eventually, shoving the pile of clothes in her hands. “Batheroom’s where it’s always been,” you pointed to the door that connected to your room.
“And feel free to dry off with a towel. Are you spending the night?” you rushed most of what you said, adrenaline pumping through you at an alarming rate as you tried to keep your cool. Nat eventually nodded awkwardly and made her way to the bathroom. The click of the door allowed you to let go of the hot breath that had been boiling in your stomach. Her dad was gone? Like, gone, gone. That was a good thing, wasn’t it? Well, maybe not given how upset she seemed. You never would have thought of Nat to be the type to mourn her father, cruel as that may sound. And why had she come to your house of all places? She hadn’t talked to you in years. She’d gotten so committed to the soccer team that she’d moved away from you but here she was now, dropping the bomb that her dad had killed himself.
“You alright?” Nat opening the door and talking to you had pulled you out of your head. She’d dried her hair off with a towel and was now draping it over the floor to sit her bookbag on top of it to dry. Her brown hair was tousled and knotted from what you assumed had been her vigorous rubbing to dry off. She’d folded her clothes in a pile that she added next to her bookbag and stood awkwardly barefoot in a pair of old shorts and a baggy tee shirt that used to be your dad’s.
“Yeah, I'm good,” you smiled, standing again. “You want some socks? The hardwood gets cold,” you said as you actively moved to grab a pair of fuzzy socks you'd gotten for Christmas from one of your drawers. You shoved them in her hands before she could decline. She held them for a moment, unmoving despite the gentle sway of her thumb over the cotton material before leaning over to put them on. As she did that you took her clothes and draped them over the footboard of your bed to air out.
“Are you staying over?” you asked again. You knew if she said no you'd still keep her here. You didn't want to worry about her out in the rain again.
“Only if that's alright,” you smiled with a single nod.
“Of course. It can be like before,” you chuckled, turning to adjust things on your bed. You might have caught the tiny flicker in Nat’s lips had you been looking. But you hadn’t and climbed into bed instead, shimmying under the covers to get comfortable. Nat slowly followed but lay on her back over the blankets, folding her hands on her chest. You only watched her for some time, not knowing what subject to broach, if any at all.
“You look exhausted, you know that?” you eventually murmured. Nat turned her head to you and let out a warm sigh. Her eyes seemed sunken, bags growing dark under them. You wondered how much she’d been sleeping.
“That kinda happens when-” she stopped herself abruptly.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No…” her voice lulled to a whisper as she paused. That pause felt like it lasted hours till she sniffled. “Maybe a little,” she swallowed thickly. You scooted in closer to her, reaching your hand out t her ever so lightly to wordlessly offer it to you.
“It was my fault,” you shook your head.
“Nat. you’re seventeen,” she sniffled loudly and quickly dried her tears just as they fell from her eyes. She didn’t look at you, her eyes transfixed up at your ceiling in a feeble attempt to keep herself together.
“I grabbed the gun. He wouldn't have had it had I not,”
“It’s not your fault,”
“He was beating on my mom again because I had a boy in my room,” frustrated disdain filled her tone. “And it’s not like anything was happening! I mean, it was just Kevyn,” she scoffed at his name. Unbeknownst to Natalie, you knew the boy had the biggest crush on her known to man. How she didn’t realize it baffled you, but that wasn’t relevant at the moment.
“But I grabbed the gun. And I left the safety on and he took it from me and fucked around with it,”
“Natalie,” you kept your voice low. Her breathing had started to flair as she fully cried now. You took her hand, squeezing it tight. She didn’t look at you but unconsciously clenched both her fists around your fingers, and brought them to her chest, pressing it tight to her in some kind of attempt to ground yourself maybe. “Natalie, Who had the gun?” she managed to get out. She sniffled again. She would have called it pitiful, but you basked in the sound. Not in a weird way, but because she could trust you with this. She shook her head.
“Did you shoot him?” her breath shook as she took a deep inhale.
“He did,”
“So, who’s fault it that?” she turned her head away, squeezing her eyes shut as she covered her mouth to suppress a sob. She let go of your hand and turned onto her side, leaving only her heaving shoulders in your view. You scooted out of bed, moving slowly behind her. She flinched as your fingertips made contact with her back, but you found she quickly relaxed under her touch as you began rubbing your hand in circles over the surface area.
“Nat, it was his fault,” you murmured. She continued to cry, curled into a ball on the edge of your bed. You weren't even sure if she was hearing any of what you said, but you didn’t feel you should prioritize that. You stayed that way with her for a while, till you maneuvered onto your side, laying behind her and wrapping your arm around her instead of continuing to massage your back. You felt her take your hand again, bringing your fingers close to her face. She seemed to bury her face in your hand in some feeble attempt at self-soothing.
Eventually, she turned around in your arms and found herself up close and personal with you. Thanks to the dim light she prayed you wouldn't see the red in her cheeks burning from the sudden proximity. She let go of your hand quite abruptly.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, eyes darting away. You only smiled and nodded, scanning her puffy, tear-streaked face. Without giving it much thought, you reached forward, brushing loose, now dry hair from her face. Your fingertips skimmed over her forehead with a delicateness Nat couldn't find herself familiar with.
“You look exhausted, you know that?” she shrugged but locked into your gaze.
“I’ve always been like that,” she forced a chuckle but found you frowning. You thumbed away leftover tears from her eyes ans found your hand lingering. When you noticed you made the motion of pulling away from her but she grabbed your hand, holding it where it was. She bit her bottom lip, her brows knitting with overwhelming consideration till she hissed out the words “fuck it” and leaned it.
She’d let go of your hand in exchange for the back of your neck, which fit quite comfortably against the flat of her palm. She’d shut her eyes hard and had kind of clumsily crashed into you, definitely taking you by surprise. For a second it was quite startling, but you didn’t panic or pull away. But once you got over the shock, you relaxed into her, smiling against her lips, which given their chapped nature left a metallic taste against your tongue.
You’re hand, which had been hovering above the covers after being abandoned slowly settled on Natalie’s hip as you shut your eyes and you felt her exhale through her nose as the air flittered against your cheek. Yet, just as fast as she’d moved in she was done, leaving your lips to chase after her. Her eyes were wide and blown when you opened yours again and she seemed to have a grimace on her face.
“Shit, was I that bad?” you sucked in a breath through your teeth. Her grimace subsided and she shook her head, now looking confused.
“No. I was more so waiting for you to be pissed with me,” she admitted. You smiled and laughed quietly.
“Why would I be mad?”
“I dunno, I kinda just did it and I didn’t ask-”
“Didn’t ask if I liked girls?”
“Do you?” she chuckled again, scooting closer to her.
I dunno, I might. I mean, I might at least like one girl,”
“That's so fucking corny,” Natalie finally smiled, letting go of a laugh in her throat.
“Yeah, but I got you to smile finally,” you squeezed her hip. “I consider that a win in my book,”
#fanfiction requests#fic request#◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ kay's at it again♡#yellowjackets requests#yellowjackets x reader#yellowjackets#yellowjackets fanfic#natalie scatorccio#nat scatorccio#natalie scatorccio x reader
271 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hallo, thx for doing my request. Now I'm thinking of rin itoshi with an ambivert reader. Ambivert means you are both and extrovert and an introvert. Rin is an introvert and reader is an ambivert. Reader is elegant, ladylike, calm and collected. She likes to hang out alone in the the garden. Draw, read a book, dance or sing. Usually she loves elegant dancing or traditional fan dancing. On the other hand, she is also cheerful bubbly and not rlly shy and doesn't get awkward when socialising.
Hello again and of course, I'll fulfil this request
Pairing: Rin Itoshi x Female! Reader
You are considered as an ambivert, meaning that you're both introverted and extroverted at the same time. You can be quite comfortable about socialising with others without being awkward, but you also want to have alone time to yourself to recharge your social battery.
You meet Rin Itoshi during one of your traditional fan dancing practices at the public gardens, which catches his attention because he's in awe with the way you dance in rhythm with the fan.
Once you're done, Rin applauds with a slight smile on his handsome face, and you didn't hesitate to go up to him and introduce yourself with your sweet, bubbly personality, along with your ladylike mannerisms which has him in awe.
You two end up talking to each other to the point that you lost track of time as a result because you two share an instant chemistry. You exchanged contact details with Rin before returning home.
As time goes on, you and Rin have hung out together and gotten closer that you two end up dating each other when you went to go watch one of Rin's matches where you cheered him and once the match was over Rin confessed his feelings towards you and you returned them with a sweet kiss to his lips.
Throughout the whole relationship, Rin has seen your introverted side where you would sometimes prefer to stay at home and do your hobbies to recharge yourself and relax. He also has seen the extroverted side where you would be confident to socialise with others in social outings.
For your dates, you would dress elegantly and ladylike, which makes him blush, and his heart beat fast. You'll be in awe of whatever Rin wears because he's handsome like a supermodel who'll look in anything he wears.
He looks forward to the future with you by his side at every step on the way and making many fun memories together.
----------------------------------------------------
End of story. Likes and reblogs are very much appreciated.
My deepest apologies for the delay due to my part-time job and mental health because I went through a dark place in my head and had a mental breakdown due to stress and anxiety.
#blue lock#blue lock fluff#blue lock rin#fanfiction#request#requests open#fanfiction requests#fanfic request#rin itoshi fluff#itoshi rin#romance#ask response#ask reply#ask request#anime fandom#anime and manga#manga fanfic#manga fandom#blue lock fic#blue lock fanfiction#writers on tumblr#fanfiction writers#fanfiction writer#fanfiction author#fluff fanfic#x you fluff#female reader#fem! reader#rin itoshi x reader#rin itoshi
55 notes
·
View notes
Text
Although I'm honestly not pushing so hard for a Grayson romance, if Phone Girl and Gray end up becoming a real solid confirmed canon couple, I have a suggestion for an AU: model and photographer. I don't need to clarify the roles, you all know who is what (although, I know Gray passes as one anyways).
#grayson davenport hawthorne#grayson hawthorne#phone girl#grayson x phone girl#au idea#the inheritance games fanfics#tig fanfiction#the inheritance games fanfiction writing#fanfiction requests#the inheritance games#the grandest game#tig#tgg
56 notes
·
View notes
Note
HEYYY please can i request tan x reader where tan sees reader angry fior the first time. So reader, tan and lemon are just out and about or smth and reader just sees someone being horrible to someone. Like idk maybe they went shopping and the guy infront is jut being an ass to the cashier or they are at a bar and someone is harassing a bartender (smth like that , just ideas) and reader just loses her shit and lemon is shocked but proud and tan just realises hes in love and its kinda like one of those moments for him like 'oh shit i love her' realisation. hope u can do thiss and hope it makes sense
Flawless
pairing: tangerine x reader
cw: alcohol, strong language and violence
word count: 1,486
‘i fell in love today,
there aren’t many words that you can say that
could ever change my mind.
she’s enough for me, she’s in love with me
you’re a doll, you are flawless.’
════════════════
You open your car door once the taxi pulls up outside of the bar, you step out the cool air wrapping around your body making you shiver. You walk towards the bar door, show your id and enter. You scan the area for Tangerine and Lemon, you spot them in a booth and approach them.
“Hi!” You sit down beside Tangerine. Lemon on his other side.
“Hi love.” Tangerine replies, passing you a drinks menu. Your attempt to hide the blush of your cheeks by looking intensely at your menu.
You pick your drink, vodka cranberry and Lemon goes to the bar to order. Tangerine asks you about work whilst Lemon gets the drinks, you go off on a slight rant about your boss who very clearly overworked you because no one else was as dedicated as you were to rising up the ranks. You were a starting out art designer and this was your first firm placement. Tangerine just listened, that’s what you liked about him. He never told you to shut up when you rambled on about anything, he listened and responded with exactly what you needed to hear every time.
Lemon returned, gave you your drink and settled back down on his seat.
“So why didn’t either of you let me know you were leaving the city for a week?” You raise an eyebrow whilst eyeing them suspiciously.
“It was last minute work stuff,” shrugged Lemon.
“What did you have to go on a super secret mission to kill the Mafia or something,” you tease.
“Not the Mafia but something like that.” Tangerine says casually. You still couldn’t believe their jobs, you definitely should’ve been scared of them but you’ve know them for a long time, enough time to trust them with your life.
“And we found our Diesel,” Lemon says. You laugh at how proud he looked. “Right under our noses the entire time, playing us like fools.”
“Only time it’s ever been beneficial.” Tangerine mumbles.
“So you admit that it isn’t childish and stupid.” Lemon responses.
“It is childish and stupid. I’m sick of hearing about it,” Tangerine grumbled, finishing his drink.
“Oh come on Tan, it does no harm.” You nudge him. He just rolls his eyes at you, “you’re so grumpy. Lighten up.”
He just shakes his head, but you see him crack a smile. It makes you smile in return, you couldn’t be more of an opposite from Tan, he was a little grumpy and sometimes too serious. And you were the opposite, you were too friendly and extremely spontaneous. You talked he listened, he was neat you were all over the place at times, he was calm and you were lively. But somehow that was literally everything, and Lemon was the glue that held you all together. He was the perfect mix between them both and your metaphorical partner in crime (Tangerines literal one).
However you knew that a few drinks made Tangerine much chirpier and that you used to your advantage. So now you all sit absolutely wasted at the bar, Lemon orders the fourth shot. The three of you finish another shot, then just order a drink. The bar around you was busy and lively, the music was pumping through your veins and you felt electric.
You were mid conversation with the guys when you hear some intense ranting. A man is giving off about the bartender yet no one is listening, which just urges him to continue.
“Oi. Can you hurry the fuck up and take my order,” his voice fumes from behind you.
“I’ll be with you in one minute I’m serving a customer.” The bartender responds.
“I told you to take my fucking order. Are you stupid?”
You turn around in an instant to the source of the demands, you make eye contact with him and he just scoffs at you. “And she told you to wait a minute.”
“Who the fuck was talking to you?”
“Oh get over yourself. Piss off and leave her alone, it’s busy in here just wait.”
The man only ignores you and turns back to the bartender. “I swear to fucking god you’re such a useless bitch. I want a drink, so hurry the fuck up.”
“Please let me sort this couple out first.”
“Fucking ridiculous. You’re ridiculous.”
You stand up and come to face like him, you were livid by the vermin he was speaking. “You’re the ridiculous one here. She told you she’s busy! Just fucking get out you dickhead!” You shouted. He crossed his arms, trying to assert power in the situation.
Tangerine and Lemon both instantly turn around to look at what’s going on, Lemon was extremely taken aback by your confidence but he was impressed. But Tangerine was fascinated, he had never seen you riled up before.
“This has absolutely nothing to do with you, turn the fuck around again no one cares about what you have to say.”
“Im sure they care a lot more than watching a shallow waste of space cry because he’s not the top priority.”
“You fucking bitch.”
“What the fuck did you just call me?! A bitch. You think I’m a bitch? Well I think you’re a greedy spoilt little prick.”
“Oh my god she’s brilliant.” Tangerine says, completely starstruck. Lemon only nods in agreement. They couldn’t believe the fire you had inside of you, it was so intense. The man you were arguing with looked threatened, but he couldn’t accept defeat.
“That’s rich coming from you sitting there with two men, like a fucking whore. Look at you,” he looks you up and down, you suddenly feel extremely self conscious of your outfit, even though it was barely showing cleavage. “You look like a fucking prostitute.”
You don’t even take a moment to think and before you knew it your fist collided with his nose, sending him to the ground. People watched in shock, no one not even you knew what just happened it was all so sudden.
Tangerines mouth falls open, as he watches everything go down. There was something about seeing you like this that made everything click. “Fucking hell I love her.” He says, dead serious yet dazed.
Lemon does a double take and stares at Tangerine. “What?” He looks at you, prouder than ever but knew him and Tan needed to get you out of the bar before the man attacks you.
They both speedily usher you out and the three of you sit curb side outside the bar.
“What the fuck just happened,” Lemon floundered, you shake your head in response. You anger was settling and you were just calming down.
“If I see that bastard I’ll tear his fucking head off,” Tangerine says, you could tell he was mad, rightfully so considering what the man had said to you.
“I’ll vouch to that.” You respond.
Lemon inspected your hand of which you used to punch him. Your knuckles were swollen and inflamed.
“I’ll go get you ice.” Lemon goes off to get ice, leaving you and Tangerine.
You look up at the sky admiring the stars, they were one of your favourite sights and looking at them always grounded you. The alcohol was slowly wearing off, leaving you just over tipsy.
“Sorry for not setting in back there,” Tangerine says, his voice comes out soft. You look at him and shrug.
“It’s no big deal,”
“I would’ve have thought you’d argue with someone in the bar, I was impressed, you were slightly terrifying.”
You softly laugh, Tangerine just smiles. “Well his attitude just pissed me off. But.. I feel terrible for causing a scene. I seemed like a crazy bitch.”
Tangerine turned around so he was basically facing you, “you didn’t cause a scene you done what needed to be done.”
“I guess, but everyone probably thought i was some flawed psycho who’s violent.”
“No. No don’t say that,” Tangerine puts his hand on yours and looks at you; his expression is unlike anything you’ve ever seen. His eyes are soft yet fierce, but they hold so much value to his words. You’ve never seen or heard him be so considerate before. His voice was gentle, not grumpy and his touch was comforting, but you liked this side of him.
“It’s true.”
“Believe me, you’re flawless love. You fought that man to help someone else, that shows how kind you are. Anyone who saw everything go down acknowledges that.” He stroked your hand with his thumb, you smiled at his words, a blush dusting your face.
You rested your head on his shoulder and you knew there was a shift in your dynamic with Tangerine from there onwards. You’d always secretly wanted him but you thought you were too boring and too average for him, but the way he spoke to you and the way he looked at you made you feel like you were on fire.
#fanfic#fanfiction#fluff#tangerine bullet train#lemon bullet train#bullet train fic#bullet train#tangerine x you#tangerine and lemon#tangerine fic#tangerine fluff#tangerine x reader#tangerine x y/n#tangerine and lemon bullet train#fanfiction requests#fic request#aaron taylor johnson x reader#aaron taylor johnson#tangerine fanfiction
92 notes
·
View notes
Text
Strength
Five is finally strong enough to give in to his true feelings and tell you how he feels. You are strong enough to let him.
Five Hargreeves x Reader Smut
The third one shot in this short series, following "Addicted" and "Weak". Contains points of view from both characters.
If you have any more ideas for me, let me know!
My Master List Of Number Five Fanfiction
Strength:
The position of the bed in your room has always annoyed you. For half the year, when the sunlight pours in, it slices right across your face in the most non-gentle way. One minute you’re sleeping soundly and the next you are being slapped awake by a piercing light over your eyes. It doesn’t matter how much you try to cover the window, the sun still fights its way through. Like it has a personal vendetta against your rest.
Today is no different, and you shield your eyes with your hand and blink into the light. It takes you a few seconds to clear your head, but then you remember. The happenings of last night would have felt like a vivid dream if it weren’t for the glaring evidence all around you.
Tangled, wrinkled sheets. Your body aching and throbbing in places it shouldn’t be. The lingering scent of sweat and sex in the air. But of course, the biggest piece of evidence is the empty space next to you. He’s gone.
Not that you were expecting anything less. Yet, for some reason, it still fucking hurts. You would think that you would be used to it by now; maybe even like it. Good company, good sex, no ties. What’s not to like? You’ve had this argument with yourself a thousand times. It never does any good.
You roll onto your back, staring up at the ceiling, and moving out of the direct line of sun. You’re still naked and you can feel the stickiness between your legs. Some sort of concoction of his saliva and cum, probably. You need to shower. But you lie there, staring blankly upwards.
Are you going to cry? Rip the sheets off the bed in a rage-fueled hysteria? Call and leave several consecutive voicemails listing all of the reasons you hate him? Maybe. Or you could just stay here, unmoving and unfeeling. You’re so tired and that seems like the best option. At least for now.
The thing is, it’s not fair for you to hate him. It’s not his fault. He’s never promised you anything he didn’t deliver. He’s never mistreated you or lied to you. He has never been anything except himself this whole time. If you were going to be honest, you’ve brought all of this on yourself. You created this. This fantasy world that has never existed, and will never exist.
What did you think was going to happen? You would finally get him to fall madly in love with you and you’d make some happy little home together, just the two of you? He’d kiss you goodbye in the morning, head out to blast a few unsuspecting fuckers in the face, and then come back in the evening exhausted and missing you? He would sit down and you’d crawl into his lap and lay your head on his chest while he told you about his day?
Yes. That’s exactly what you thought. Pathetic.
You’re not sure how you got like this. You used to be a normal person. You weren’t exactly planning on losing your fucking mind over this guy. During that first night, when you came stumbling into your place, both of you drunk off your asses and already trying to get the other’s clothes off, you certainly hadn’t planned on anything more than a quick fuck. He was hot. You were horny. He bought you a few drinks. You brought him home to fuck him. Not exactly a swoon-worthy meet-cute.
It wasn’t until he had you on your back, naked and panting, that something switched. There was something different about the way he started to kiss you. Something different in his touch as his hands roamed over your body and lit you up from the inside. You weren’t even sure how to describe it.
It was like a longing, or a sadness, or desperation, as he kissed down your neck and chest like he worshiped you. He fucked you hard and rough, but even that was different than anything you’d experienced before. He continued to look you in the eyes, kissing your lips and touching your face.
There was a weird contradiction between the forceful thrusts of his pelvis into yours and the gentleness of his face and hands. Something about that paradox of hard and soft that seemed to be a constant battle inside of himself had you falling apart.
And fuck, did you fall hard.
You wanted to have more of him, to see inside of him, and to give him whatever he needed. But of course, he pulled away the minute you suggested something more than what you were already getting from each other. He had made it very clear from the beginning. He wasn’t going to stay.
It had hurt, but that didn’t mean you stopped wanting him. It was too late by then. He was already inside you; in your brain and under your skin. When he wasn’t there, you could feel him and hear his voice in your head. All of those things he would tell you while his mouth roamed over your body, his eyes full of want and desire.
You feel so good
You’re stunning
Don’t stop, sweetheart, you’re doing so good for me
I need you, baby
The longer you let it drag on, the worse it got for you. He knew what you liked and how to give it to you. He knew what to say to make you forget everything else. When he was there, he made you his world; giving you everything you begged for and more.
Except for the one thing he never gave you, no matter how much you begged.
And you did beg. Shamefully and embarrassingly. You begged him to give you more of him. To know all of him. Not just the physical parts. You wanted to be in his head and in his soul. But he just gave you that look; the one that got you into this mess in the first place. And then he denied you all of it.
You knew why he had told you what he was. He was trying to scare you. Make you think he was a monster and finally give up on him. You had been asking him to stay again, questioning why he wouldn’t when he snapped. He threw you against the wall and pinned you there, teeth bared in a snarl, his face inches from yours.
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to,” he had hissed.
“Try me,” you challenged.
You had seen the brief hesitation and confliction on his face, but then the anger was back and he spat it back at you.
“Fuck! Why are you so fucking stubborn? Fine, you want to know? Want to know why you’re going to regret all of this? I’m a killer. A fucking assassin and I kill people. I’ve killed hundreds and I’ll keep killing more!”
He was breathing hard as you stared at him, your eyes wide, while he still had you backed against the wall.
“So, what now, princess? Still think you want me?”
He had said it sarcastically, obviously thinking he already knew the answer. He thought you would push him away, or scream, or call him disgusting. Instead, you had looked in his eyes and you saw what he thought he had been hiding from you. The fear that was there. He was afraid you would push him away. Afraid you really would see him as a monster.
“Yes,” you had whispered with a nod.
Before he could answer, you had leaned in to kiss him, but he jerked his head back.
“Stop it,” he’d warned quietly. “You don’t want this.”
But you didn’t listen, and you leaned in again, hearing his breath catch in his throat. After he hesitated again, he gave in and let you brush your lips softly against his and he didn’t resist anymore. He let you kiss him and run your hands down his chest, until he was pressing you even harder into the wall, hands laced into your hair.
You’re not sure when it all became a turn-on. Or even why. It’s not like you’d ever thought murder or blood was sexy before.
But holy shit, when you saw that blood on him the first time, you thought you might come just from looking at him.
The only reason you can think of is that you know he is a hard, ruthless, unforgiving killer when he’s out there. But when he’s with you…you get to see a tiny part of him that very few others ever get to. When he’s soft and gentle and caressing your body with the warmest touch, it does something to you. Something weird and primal.
You like knowing what he’s capable of. You like knowing his secret. And you fucking love the fact that he can switch it off and on for you.
You want to hear the bloody details and see the gruesome evidence. You want to smell the dried sweat on him after a particularly draining day of tracking and killing. Because that means you get the other side of him. The one you can pretend is only for you.
Out of all your little fucked up fantasies, that one is probably the most delusional. You have never discussed exclusivity with each other before. There has hardly been a need to, considering how much time lapses in between meetings. It’s foolish of you to think you are the only one. Why would you be?
You know what he looks like and how he carries himself and how he fucks. To think that there are no other women out there taking advantage of his existence would be pretty fucking stupid.
But still, you let yourself fall into that trap sometimes. You imagine all of those days and weeks that will go by without him; when he won’t pick up the phone. You imagine him sitting there alone, thinking about you.
What a fucking idiot you are.
That’s why you had to tell yourself no more. You were cutting yourself off. It wasn’t good. It wasn’t healthy. You were becoming weird and obsessive and your self-confidence was shot. So, after one of those early mornings, when you caught him trying to slip out undetected, you told him you couldn’t do it anymore.
You told him to leave you alone. Told him to go fuck himself. Told him he was the worst person alive.
And he had just stood there, taking it all in, and not arguing. Then he had left, just like he was going to do anyway.
In hindsight, he didn’t deserve any of that. Or any of the times after that, when you had given in and started the whole pattern over again. It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t plant these pathetic ideas into your brain. He never promised you anything. Yet, you still blamed him.
All of these thoughts are running through your head as you haul your heavy body up, pausing to sit on the edge of the bed for a minute, before getting up and making your way to the bathroom. As you wait for the shower to warm up, you look at your reflection in the mirror and you flinch. Leaning in closer, you run a finger over the tender mark on the side of your neck. A red and purple bruise that is too high and too big to be covered by a shirt collar or hair. Then you take in the rest of your body. You look like some sort of fucked up connect-the-dots puzzle.
Marks all over your collarbone, your shoulders, and your tits. You even find a few on your stomach and thighs. You don’t even remember getting those.
You might have been happy about it, or even turned on if it were another time. But your mind goes back to last night and everything that he said and did.
He said you were his. He told you only he could have you. He marked you for himself and for anyone else that might see you. He would kill anyone else that touched you.
Then he left.
And you’re standing here with his bites and bruises all over your body, and his dried cum between your legs, and you’re trapped again.
You’re not sure who you hate more, yourself or him.
The shower feels good on your skin as it washes away some of what he left behind. The water mixes with the tears that are slowly dripping down your face and that you are trying hard to ignore. You feel like shit. Just like you knew you would.
So, this is it. You are done. And this is not like all of the other times you’ve said the same thing, knowing in the back of your mind that you really didn’t have the strength to follow through. Now you do. And you believe yourself this time. He will never be completely yours and you are finally ready to accept that.
After you clean up and get dressed, you stare once again at the disheveled bed and you turn away from it. You’ll deal with it later. Right now you need some coffee. Maybe that will help clear your mind a bit.
As you pad down the hallway, you hear a noise and you stop. You hear it again and you continue on, slowly and cautiously towards the kitchen. And then you see him. Bent over in front of your open fridge and you rub your eyes like you must be hallucinating. You look around you, check the clock on the wall, and determine that yes, it is the morning.
What the fuck is happening?
“Five?” you whisper.
Your voice sounds weird to your own ears and you half expect him to realize he made a mistake and blink away without a word. But he doesn’t. Instead, he turns to you and offers you that fucking irritating smile that you both hate and love. And you don’t even know what to say.
***********************************************************************
The sun outside is blinding as I shove my hands in my pockets, hurrying along the sidewalk, my head down. I feel the worst I’ve ever felt, and that’s saying something. I fucked up big time and the shame is still lingering. I was manipulative and possessive and rough with her. And then I was gentle and loving. I told her she was beautiful and no one else could have her.
Then I left.
I can tell myself a million times over I’m doing it for her own good, and maybe that’s partially true. But really, it’s for me. Because I can’t pull my head out of my ass for long enough to acknowledge what I really want. At least outside of my own head.
As I’m silently berating myself, something has caught my eye and I stop dead in my tracks in the middle of the sidewalk. Up ahead, coming out of an apartment building is that guy. The one she was with last night. The one I wanted to murder at first glance.
He’s got his arm around a woman’s waist, and they are smiling and laughing together as they walk outside. She is pushing a stroller with a small girl sitting inside, and he is holding onto a leash with a golden retriever on the other end of it. The woman is wearing a wedding ring with a diamond so big I can see it from here, and they carry on down the street, the perfect picture of the American family.
This time, on top of wanting to blow this guy’s fucking head off his shoulders, I want to expose him for what he is. I want to confront his wife; let her know the kind of man she’s married to and what he was up to the night before. Then maybe she’ll give me the go-ahead to at least punch him in the face.
Two things stop me, though. One is that they have a kid. And growing up knowing that your dad is a complete and total dickwad is not fun. Trust me on that. I figure she’ll find out soon enough, she doesn’t need me to bring that little piece of information to light for her.
The second thing is that I realize I am just like him.
It hits me like a punch to the gut and for a brief moment it actually hurts to take a breath in. Here I am getting pissed about this random guy’s behavior when really, he’s no different than myself. We’ve both lied to her. We’ve both used her. Maybe he didn’t get to fuck her, but he would have if I hadn’t cock blocked him.
Wow, you are one giant piece of shit.
The more I think about it, the more I realize this. Instead of killing him, I should go up to him and shake his hand. Welcome him to the club of heartless assholes; maybe buy him a drink and exchange stories of how we’re the scum of the earth. Fuck, we should be best fucking friends!
Is this what I want? Do I want to spend the rest of my life in the company of these kinds of people? People who are weak and cowardly and use others for their own selfish needs? No, I do not. And I also do not want her to be subjected to more of the same. She’s already had to deal with me; she doesn’t need to go through this with someone else.
I can fix this, though. I can do what I should have done from the start. I don’t have to be like him. I have a choice.
I turn immediately and start making my way back the way I came. I have no idea what I’m going to say or how this is going to work. I don’t know how the fuck to be in a real relationship and I sure as hell don’t know how I’m going to fit into her life. I also don’t know if she’ll even want me. But I have to try this time.
I blink inside like I always do, not even thinking about it. I’m jumpy with nerves and my palms are starting to sweat. I can hear the shower running and I think about blinking in there with her, but quickly decide that I do not want to give her a heart attack or get my balls kicked in, so instead I wait.
What do normal people do in these situations? I look around me. I should do something nice, like make her breakfast. Do I even know what she likes to eat? No, because I’ve always left before I’ve needed to find out. Dick.
Eggs seem like a pretty safe bet, so I start rummaging around in her refrigerator. As I’m pulling out the carton, I hear my name and I turn to see her standing there. She is obviously confused as to why I’m here and I smile because she’s so fucking cute with that dumb look on her face.
“What are you…did you forget something?” she asks, her eyes darting nervously away from mine.
I hold out the carton of eggs I have in my hand. “Yeah, I needed to borrow a few eggs, do you mind?”
That was my lame attempt at a joke and I can see it landed so far off the mark I can’t even see it anymore. She’s staring at me with a deep crease between her eyebrows and her mouth half open like she can’t quite decide if she should say something more or hurl the nearest sharpest object at my head.
I give a short, embarrassed laugh and I set the carton on the counter and run a hand through my hair.
“Sorry. I didn’t come here for eggs.”
“Then why are you here?”
I can hear the tremble in her voice and I know it’s because she is afraid of my answer. She’s afraid I’m going to make her feel even worse than she already does. It sucks but I understand.
“I came back to tell you…” my voice trails off because I have no idea what to say. I clear my throat and try again. “I came back to tell you a lot of things, actually. But the main thing is that I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything I have done and everything I should have done but didn’t. You deserve much more than I have ever given you and I am so sorry for that.”
She is still looking at me very suspiciously and she is not saying anything, so I press on.
“I’ve been trying to stay away because I think you deserve someone better than me. Someone who can be a part of your life in all of the ways I don’t know how. I still think that, but I don’t want to keep doing this anymore. I want you.”
Her eyebrows draw together even more and she blinks a few times before speaking.
“What do you mean you want me?”
I lean up against the counter and take a deep breath. “I want you. All of you. I don’t just want the sex. I want everything and anything you want to give me.”
She swallows hard and shifts her weight from one foot to the other. “Five, I don’t really…I don’t know what to say.”
I nod and look at the floor. “I understand if you want nothing to do with me. I fully deserve for you to kick me out right now and never talk to me again.”
She shakes her head. “No, that’s not what I mean. Do you know how long I have wanted to hear something like this from you? It’s fucking pathetic how long. But now that I’m hearing it, I’m having a hard time believing you.”
I run another hand through my hair and down the back of my neck. “I understand,” I say again, fully expecting to get the lecture I have coming to me.
Instead, she’s walking over to me, eyes locked on mine. She throws her body against mine and hugs me tightly around my waist and I hear and feel her take a big breath in and let it out. I wrap my arms around her in return, but I don’t know what else to say.
“Don’t lie to me,” she says quietly but firmly. “If you’re lying and you leave again, you need to stay gone.”
“I’m not lying. I want this. I might not know what the fuck I’m doing or how to do any of this, but I’m going to try.” She looks up at me and I trace my fingers down the side of her face. “I know what I want, and it’s you.”
I barely register what is happening next as she jumps into my arms, legs wrapped around me, and she’s kissing me hard and deep. I don’t even know what this means yet, but I don’t want it to end. Her body is warm as she clings to me and I never want to let her go. I tell her that in between hungry kisses and I blink us both into the bedroom where I throw her onto the bed.
I have never seen her in the bright light of the day before, and she’s even more gorgeous this way. It makes me wonder what the hell took me so long. As I lie down next to her, I place light kisses on the mark I left on her neck.
“Does it hurt?” I whisper.
“Not anymore,” she says, before pulling me back in again, covering my mouth with her own.
We don’t feel the need to hurry things along this time, and we take the time to kiss and feel one another until the urge is too strong and we can’t wait anymore. When she’s fully naked and laid out beneath me, the morning sun still shining through the window, I see my map of possessive calling cards I left all over her body. I know I shouldn’t be, but I’m most definitely turned on by that.
“Damn it, you’re beautiful like this.”
She smiles and pulls me in again, opening her legs for me so I can be inside of her, which is what I’m dying for. I don’t want to rush it though, so I thrust into her slow and gentle, covering her neck and face in more kisses. When our eyes meet, I want to tell her so many things.
“You’re the only one, you know. There’s no one else,” I confess as I drag my lips across the shell of her ear.
I hear her whimper and when I look again, she’s crying. I stop, thinking I said something wrong, but she only smiles through her tears and pulls me closer with her legs, pushing her hips up to let me know to keep going.
I shove my cock in deeper and harder. I want to hear her moan and cry for me and only me. She is arching her back and clutching at my body like she’s afraid I’m going to leave right here and now. And I feel terrible that I made her feel that way. I only want to make her feel good.
“I’m sorry,” I moan against her skin as I drive into her even harder. “I’m sorry.”
I pick up her leg and put it on my shoulder, making her mouth fall open as she lets out a loud cry.
“Oh fuck, Five…” she screams.
Just hearing that is almost enough to make me come, but I want more and so I ram into her harder and faster until her loud moans match the rhythm of my fucking. I want to fill her up again, make her mine again, and listen to my name emanating from her mouth in long sobs.
“You’re mine,” I tell her, and I can’t even stop myself. It’s all I can think as I desperately thrust into her, as hard as I dare without hurting her.
I groan, closing my eyes, as I feel her hand in my hair, threading her fingers through it. Her touch feels so good and I let her pull my face down to hers so she can kiss me again. I love the way she kisses me.
“I’m yours,” she responds before throwing her head back, exposing her neck, and I want to leave more marks on that beautiful skin, but I resist this time.
Instead, I bury my face in between her neck and shoulder and keep fucking her. She’s writhing and clawing at my back and she’s on the edge of coming. So, I keep doing what I’ve been doing and pound into her hard and relentlessly. She reaches down between us to finger her clit and the sight and feel of that is too much, because holy fuck, is that hot.
“Oh shit, baby, I’m…” I groan loudly as I unload inside of her at the same time she is shaking and shuddering beneath me.
Afterwards, when we’re both gasping for air, I pull out but I don’t move off of her. I want to stay right here, with her legs and arms wrapped tightly around me, feeling her breath against my neck and her fingers tracing over my skin. I’m so filled with every emotion imaginable and I don’t even know what to say or do. So, I say the only thing I can think of that might somehow convey everything.
“I’m sorry,” I say quietly, my mouth pressed against her sweat-damp shoulder. “I’m sorry,” I tell her as I move to her face, kissing her mouth, her cheeks, and her forehead. “I’m sorry,” I confess as I lay my head on her chest and close my eyes against the hot tears I can feel forming behind my eyelids.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
I’m chanting it like it’s somehow going to erase all of the things I have done. And not just to her. I’m sorry for so many things I can’t even name them all. But once I start saying it, I can’t stop and I’m just so fucking sorry for everything in my goddamn life. And I know it’s not going to change anything, or change the kind of person I was and still am. I know that. Still, it keeps rising out of me, taking on a life of its own, and I can’t seem to stop.
“I’m sorry…”
“Five, it’s ok. Five, look at me.”
I finally shut up and open my eyes to look at her.
“It’s going to be ok,” she says softly. “We’re going to be ok.”
I don’t even know what to say to that because I want to believe it so badly, but it’s just so hard to. I nod my head and kiss her lips and move off of her so I can lie next to her instead. When I pull her to me, her back to my chest, I feel the best I’ve ever felt. I still don’t know how to do this, or how to fix things, or what tomorrow is going to bring. But I’m going to stay this time, I know that much.
She is my weakness and my strength and everything that makes me whole. She is finally mine.
#number five x reader#five hargreeves smut#five x reader#five hargreeves x reader#the umbrella academy#five hargreeves#number five#tua#umbrella academy#number five fanfic#tua fanfic#five hargreeves x you#smut#tua fanfiction#fanfiction#fanfiction requests#smut requests#requests open#five hargreeves imagine#umbrella academy smut
114 notes
·
View notes
Note
Omg can you imagine Treech holding your hand and talking you through it😭 he’s such a sweet boy, and his sweetheart’s comfort and pleasure is above everything else to him.
💌 -> omg that's so sweet 😭😭 i'm really obsessed with soft treech scenario
⚠️: Smut, Praise Kink, Soft Treech, Riding, Mentor Treech x Mentor Reader (female).
Treech's more of a giver than a receiver. The most important part of sex was seeing how good he makes you feel. Your moans, your face... You were so pretty that he could easily cum just by watching you.
“Such a good girl…” Treech intertwined his hands with yours as you chased your orgasm, your pussy squeezing his cock every time you rolled the hips.
You were so lost in the feeling of being fucked so deep that you could barely keep your eyes open. Your brain was completely blank, the only thought being about how good it felt having Treech inside you.
He groaned when you bit your own lip, just trying to prevent the volume of your sounds from increasing even more. Disturbing the other mentors on the train would be a very embarrassing and unnecessary situation.
"You look so gorgeous, my sweetheart..." It was his turn to bite his lips. He was ecstatic as he admired the sight of your bouncing boobs and the sound of your whimpers. "Such a good girl for me."
#venusbyline#treech x reader#treech fanfiction#treech tbosas#treech thg#treech#treech x female reader#treech smut#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#tbosas#tbosas fanfiction#tbosas smut#tbosas x reader#tbosas x you#the hunger games#the hunger games x reader#the hunger games x you#the hunger games x y/n#hunger games#thg smut#thg fanfiction#fanfiction requests#writing requests#my writing#tbosas scenarios
41 notes
·
View notes
Text
I need to read a masc x soft! masc reader fanfic but I need a soft! dom Hazel, Ellie, Abby... whatever.
Smt like Jade and Kit has (Willow 2022)
#ruby cruz#hazel callahan x reader#hazel callahan#bottoms hazel#bottoms movie#bottoms 2023#sapphic#lgbtq#willow 2022#hazel callahan fanfiction#abby the last of us#abby anderson x reader#tlou abby#ellie williams x reader#ellie x reader#modern! ellie williams x reader#modern!abby anderson x reader#abby x reader#jade x kit#fanfiction requests#ellie x fem reader#ellie x y/n#ellie x you#abby anderson#abby x you#abby x y/n#abby x masc!reader#ellie x masc reader#hazel callahan x you#hazel x reader
60 notes
·
View notes
Note
Back with another Eva request! Very angsty this time, but reader and Eva had been secretly dating for a while, but recently Eva's been more flirty with the other girls, so reader gets jealous and threatens to leave.
It's Always Been You
Pairing: Eva x Female reader
Warning(s): ANGSTTTTT, self-esteem issues, TERRIBLE communication, make-up fluff
Summary: You and Eva have been dating for a while, Eva thinks the girls suspect something so she starts being more flirty with them. However, you don't take this very well, and you threaten to leave.
Word count: 1.8k
Happy pride month everyone! So happy to be off my writers block hiatus on the glorious first day of the gay month haha, especially dropping this fic! Hope ya'll enjoy :) Especially you anon, thanks for requesting. Sorry it took so long!
~~~~~~Happy Reading!~~~~~~
You smiled as Eva cuddled with you and traced her finger along the soft skin of your arm absentmindedly as the two of you watched a movie together.
You smiled as Eva cuddled with you, absentmindedly tracing her finger along the soft skin of your arm as the two of you watched a movie together.
This had become one of your nightly rituals, every night, you and Eva would sneak out of your beds, kiss, cuddle, watch TV or movies, and... other… things too…
Why at night? Well, you and Eva decided not to tell the rest of the girls because you both weren't ready to tell them.
The two of you were nervous about how they would react, so you kept it on the down low.
Which brings you to your current situation.
You didn't mind it at first, but you're starting to wish you could be out to the girls.
"Eva, when can we tell the girls?" You asked her, lifting your head off her chest to look up at her.
"Soon, they're not ready yet," she replied, keeping her eyes on the TV.
You sighed softly, moving your head back to her chest.
It was the same response she had given you multiple times.
And once again, you reluctantly accepted it.
"Alright"
The night ended as usual, with you falling asleep in Eva's arms.
When you woke up, you were in your bed and Eva was nowhere to be found.
As usual.
You sigh, laying in bed for a while, scrolling through your phone, before you decide to get up and brush your teeth.
When you make your way to the kitchen you shared with the girls, you roll your eyes at the sight before you.
Eva has her arms around Cricket's waist, and Cricket laughed as Eva whispered something into her ear.
"Oh hey, what's up, babe?" Isis said as she noticed you.
Eva's eye caught yours but neither of you said anything, her expression unreadable.
"Hey Isis, what's for breakfast?" You asked with a small smile on your face.
"Cricket is making her famous chocolate chip pancakes" Salem said excitedly.
"Oh nice!" You rubbed your hands together.
You couldn't lie to yourself; you loved Cricket's chocolate chip pancakes.
You looked at Cricket, and she smiled, saluting you before flipping one of the pancakes she was making.
You had made it a point not to get mad at any of the girls, even if they were flirting with Eva, because it wasn't their fault; they didn't know the two of you were together.
Eva's hands slipped down to Cricket's hips, and you inhaled sharply before turning away quickly and sitting down at the table with the rest of the girls.
"So what's new with you, little miss 'I'm-everyone's-favorite' ?" Salem nudged your arm playfully.
"Oh, so I'm your favorite?" You smirked at her.
"Of course, how could you not be cutie?" She wrapped her arm around you, causing you to blush lightly.
"Yes, we all love y/n" Eva spoke up as she sat down across from you.
Though she had a smile on her face, you could tell by a slight twitch in the corner of her lips that she was irritated.
This is how she's been recently; she flirts with all the girls but gets jealous whenever they flirt with you.
Yet she still wouldn't tell them the two of you were dating.
You were tired of the hypocrisy.
"Well, if I'm your favorite, why don't you prove it?" You turned back to Salem.
"Oooooh, someone's flirtingggg, I didn't know you had it in you" Grace quipped with a smirk.
"There are a lot of things you haven't experienced when it comes to me." You replied, throwing her a wink.
"Oh really? I'd like to experience them, if you don't mind" Grace responded, her voice dropping, sounding more sultry.
"Wow, looks like the pancakes are ready everyone!" Eva said unnecessarily loud as Cricket bought the plate of finished pancakes to the table.
"Yup, dig in!" Cricket said, placing the plate down in the middle of the table and taking a seat next to you.
The girls started digging in. You made eye contact with Eva, her smile had disappeared, she was now staring at you.
You shrugged your shoulders at her and started putting pancakes on your plate.
You put syrup on your pancakes and started to eat.
"Mmm, Cricket, these are fucking amazing, as usual" you moaned.
"Wow, that's a sound I would like to hear again" Cricket smirked.
"Hey, I think we should have an extra check-in session today after breakfast." Eva looked up from her food at you.
You noticed her clenching her jaw as she waited for your answer.
"Yeah, sure, sounds good" you looked back at your food and cut another slice of your pancakes.
After breakfast, you purposely took a while with the dishes.
You had no interest in talking to Eva any time soon.
"Y/n, I think that plate is clean now." Cricket laughed.
You looked down at the plate you were holding and stopped scrubbing it.
"Oh, sorry. I guess my head is somewhere else." You smiled at her sheepishly.
"Is it about Eva?" Cricket quirked her eyebrows up, folding her arms and leaning her back against the counter.
Your eyes widened for a second before you steeled yourself.
"It's not," you answered simply, placing the dish on the drying rack and turning around to face Cricket.
"Mhm" Cricket smirked.
You rolled your eyes and busied yourself cleaning an imaginary stain on the counter with a dishcloth.
"Come on, you've been acting weird ever since she asked you to have an extra session after breakfast."
"It's complicated." You sighed, stopping your actions and looking at Cricket.
Cricket's face softened and she smiled at you.
"Hey listen, I'm not gonna push anything, but if you want to talk, I'm here for you." She put a hand on your shoulder.
"Thanks, I gotta go to my session with Eva, but we can talk after." You smiled gratefully at her.
She nodded and gave you two pats on the back before you made your way to the session room.
You knocked on the door, hearing Eva say "Come in" before you entered, closing the door behind you.
"So you wanna tell me what that was at breakfast?" Eva asked, crossing her arms and staring at you as she sat on the floor seat she had by the window.
You simply laughed at her audacity.
"Sit." She gestured to the seat across from her.
You rolled your eyes but sat down anyway.
"I don't understand what you think is funny y/n" Eva frowned at you.
"No, I don't understand what you want me to say. Everyday Eva. It's every single fucking day. You flirt with the other girls, but you can't tell them about us because they're Not. Ready." You annunciated your last few words, laced with venom.
"Yeah, because they're not! And I don't know what you expect me to do, I'm just trying to make sure we don't get caught." Eva shot out exasperatingly.
"Right, but it's a problem when I do it." You scoffed.
"Yeah, because you're not doing it to make sure we don't get caught." Eva ran a hand through her hair.
You were a bit surprised she was showing outward signs of irritability since she was usually fairly collected, even when she was upset.
"Oh, so when I flirt back, it's because I'm selfish. Got it." You nodded sarcastically.
"No! You just-"
"Listen Eva. I'm done. With all of this. I'm done with the sneaking around. I'm done with the hypocrisy, and I'm done with you." You spat, getting up from your seat on the floor, ready to leave the room.
"Y/n wait!" Eva quickly rose to her feet and moved to squeeze both of your arms.
"No Eva. I'm leaving. I can't be here anymore. I thought you were different, but you're not. You're ashamed to be with me, and I deserve better than this." You pushed Eva's hands off of you, your voice lower than before.
You turned to go, making your way toward the door.
"You're right." You heard Eva say.
You came to a halt at her words but didn't turn around.
"You're right. You deserve better than me. But, I want you to know, I was never ashamed to be with you." Eva spoke softly.
Tears welled up in your eyes as she continued.
"I'm just... I don't know. I don't want the girls to view me differently. I'm scared to tell them because I'm afraid of not being good enough for you. I flirt with the other girls, but not in the same way I flirt with you. You mean so much to me. I've never felt this way about anyone before. I swear on my life, I don't love anyone the way I love you. You mean everything to me, and that scares the shit out of me y/n because what if I lose you? What if we tell them and they tell you that you deserve better?" You heard Eva's voice quiver toward the end.
"You're the one that I want, y/n." She grabbed your hand, causing you to turn around and face her.
"It's you. It's always been you." She finished, with tears now pouring down her red cheeks.
You grabbed her tightly and hugged her as the two of you sobbed in each other's arms.
You were so moved by her words, and not only that, but Eva opened herself up to you.
She had always been this flirtatious, confident woman, so sure of herself in every single way. You'd never imagine Eva losing her cool, much less crying.
But here she was.
Sobbing into your arms, afraid she wasn't good enough for you.
"Eva" you croaked after the two of you had calmed down, your voice hoarse from crying.
She pulled away to look at you and you wiped the tears from her face.
You smiled at her because even though she had just been crying, she was still the most beautiful girl you had ever seen.
You held her face in your hands, rubbing your thumb against her cheeks.
She melted into your touch and put her hands over yours as her bright blue eyes glistened with tears.
"You are more than enough for me. And I'll keep saying that until you know it deep down in your bones, because I need you to know that. You are good enough. And the girls would never say you aren't. And even if they did, I wouldn't listen to them, I would not give a single flying fuck."
You looked deep into her eyes, making sure she understood every single word you were telling her. Because you meant it.
"And I love you too, Eva. I love you so much it makes my heart hurt" you chuckled, causing her to let out a small, choked laugh, tears threatening to spill.
You closed your eyes and gently pressed your lips against hers, kissing her with passion.
When the two of you separated, you kept your eyes closed, pressing your forehead to hers.
After around 30 seconds, you pulled away from her, taking both her hands into yours.
"Now what do you say we tell the girls about us?" You smiled at her hopefully.
"Let's do it." Eva smiled back.
#the girls definitely said “we know” after Eva and the reader announced they were dating#fanfic#fanfiction#eva x you#eva swarm#eva x reader#swarm (show)#billie eilish#angst!!!#fluff#fanfiction requests#fanfiction writer#fanficton#billie eilish x reader#billie eilish x you#billie eilish character#gxg#billie eilish fanfic#swarm fanfiction#swarm
238 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
