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Not That Kind of Guy
Part Five: Stalker!Anakin Skywalker × femme reader series
Warnings: stalking, weirdo behavior, psychotic/delusional behavior, possessive/protective, sexism/misogyny, one-sided relationship, arm/hand kink, sexual content/fantasizing, pervy behavior, suicide/death metaphor[Be sure to pay attention to future warnings in the series]
Info: Anakin is and always will be the most romantic man to exist, that is all. Psycho!Stalker!Ani loves counting idk he just does & I know it.[diary entries from Ani] [texts from Luke] extremely not proofread. MDNI 18+
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Diary Entry: July 8th
You’d better be glad I’m patient, or else you’d have another dead neighbor.
When I heard the *wwoop* of your phone sending out a text on my computer I didn’t check it immediately. Until I heard four *pings* in quick succession.
‘Lukey, call me.’
‘Why?’
‘I’m in class.’
‘10 mins’
‘Or emergency?’
Remember how I said I like Luke? I like him a little bit less. Who texts like that… just write a sentence like a normal person. One sentence.
‘emergency!!’
Emergency? The panic that flooded my veins was icy-hot as I frantically pulled up a the live feed of your home and blasted the volume.
Nothing.
You were just sitting on the couch snacking on those Extra Toasty Cheezits that you love so much. (Cheezits was a marketing genius for that though, profiting off burnt ones because little weirdos like you lived for that one random burnt piece at the bottom of the bag. Goofy girl.)
That doesn’t seem very ‘emergency!!’ to me. Unless you’ve run out of Cheezits, but you haven’t. I would know.
I chewed my nails, paced the floor, and wrung out my hands. I couldn’t just walk over there and say ‘Hey! Just wanted to make sure you’re okay cause I cloned your phone and saw a concerning text! How can I help?’.
You seemed fine, you weren’t crying, you didn’t look upset. You just started scrolling through Instagram reels and rapid-fire sending them to your sister as if she’d actually watch them all. We all know she won’t, but if you ask she’ll say she did.
‘step out. emergency!!’
‘no, give me 4. it can wait.’
Jesus Luke, are you trying to make me dislike you? I can’t believe you’d make her wait like that. The girl said it’s an emergency. That means pick up the fucking phone, dial her fucking number and say ‘I’m on my way, what’s going on?’
Drop everything and fucking run. I’d jump from a moving train if I got that text from you. Train station who? I have two legs and I can run pretty fast as long as I have the right motivation.
Pass a kid on a bike? ‘Scuse me I’m commandeering this vehicle.’ I’d be the fucking flash with pink tassels and purple glow wheels.
‘Now!!’
The suspense was literally killing me. I was withering away with worry.
‘if it’s the guy again I swear to god.’
Guy? What guy? What had I missed? There was a guy in your life that wasn’t me?
‘just fucking call me.’
Yeah, you heard the girl. Fucking call her already.
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“No he did not.” Luke scoffed, as if what you’d told him was the most ridiculous thing he’d heard in ages.
“I swear. I swear he did!” You giggled folding over on the couch.
“There’s no way a straight man did that for you and didn’t try to fuck.” Luke laughed. “I don’t believe you. You’re delusional.”
“I am not!” You defended, not actually hurt by his comment but wanting to prove him wrong anyway.
“I literally don’t believe you.” He let out a snort and whispered something to Han on the other end of the line. “Han said he’s still set on Ben for you.”
“I told you I am not interested. There’s a reason I never texted him!” You retorted.
“Yeah because you lost his number you pea-brain.” He teased.
“No.” You said with a slightly haughty tone. “I happen to believe it was just the universe telling me it wasn’t meant to be.”
“That’s a really good justification for loosing his number.” Han’s voice came through the speaker slightly muffled from his distance.
“Shut up both of you. You’re horrible.” You laughed. “I’m sticking to it. The universe said no and I’m no match for the powers that be, m’kay?”
“Sure babes.” Luke said, you could almost hear his stupid little smirk.
“Anyway. Yes, look I’ll send you a picture of the book okay?” You hopped up quickly and snapped a picture to send to Luke’s phone. “Cause I can’t exactly send you a picture of him helping me with my groceries.”
“Mmhmm I know because it didn’t happen.” Luke said flatly. “Hard to get a picture of a hallucination.”
You rolled your eyes and huffed, Luke was just being protective. It’s not like he was wrong, most men wouldn’t do something like that out of the kindness of their heart.
“This would be so much easier if you had an iPhone. You might be hideous but I still miss your face.” You teased, hearing Han’s booming laugh in the background.
“Whatever.” Luke grumbled, “okay, so what am I looking at here?”
“See it’s this collection of paper that has typed out wo-“
“Smartass. I mean: what’s so… cool? about it?” He interrupted.
“It’s a special edition. $50. He just gave me a special edition book without a second thought.” You said excitedly. “Remember I lost my copy not too long ago?”
“Mmm yeah I think I remember.” He said noncommittally. “You should really keep up with your shit.”
“Hey I’m doing better!” You retorted. “My life is so put together right now. You’d be amazed.”
“Delusional Han I’m telling you.” He snickered quietly.
“Oh my god! Have you no faith in me at all?” You scoffed. “I haven’t forgotten to charge my phone or take my medicine. I’ve kept everything tidy. All my important stuff stays in my bag.”
“You’ve been possessed.” Luke gasped.
“Fuck. If I have then I’ve got the sweetest demon the 7th circle could provide.” You joked. “I’ve even been sleeping better, I think maybe even boogie is happier too. She’s started sitting at the living room window to watch the pigeons again.”
“Aw, my niece.” He crooned. “My *favorite* niece.”
“What about leia’s new-“
“I said what I said.” Luke interrupted.
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Diary Entry: July 8th
The way you gushed about me on the phone was everything I could’ve asked for and more. I’ve never been so fucking proud of myself. I feel like I could… I don’t know lift a fucking car or something. I feel good. This is a good feeling, to be appreciated like this.
I want you to know how happy you’ve made me today.
To hear your voice, see your face, watch your body language as you spoke about how we met and our little chat today. I could live off purely that for days. Your giggle is nourishment for my soul, your voice is honey to drink with my tea, your beauty is the sugar in the much-to-big spoon I’d use to stir it with.
That’s what life with you would be like. Tea time. It’s soft, I always think of tea time as being soft; a big blanket of comfort and security. I just feel like it’s the perfect metaphor.
You are the ingredients. The tea leaves, honey, sugar, and water.
I am the the cup and life, fate, whatever it may be, is the spoon.
Can you use all of those things separately? Sure. But would it make much sense to pour hot water on a pile of dry leaves, drizzle some honey and sprinkle sugar into a goopy puddle right on the kitchen counter?
Would it be enjoyable to drink air from a small cup and leave the spoon lonely and unused?
No.
You need me to hold you; you are so many things. All of them are perfect and all of them are uniquely you. But when joined together in a secure little cup you’ll have the opportunity to mesh those things into something new.
A cup is just a cup if there’s nothing in it. Cold and empty ceramic. Sturdy and reliable although delicate when handled irresponsibly.
Fill me with you. All of you.
You’ve already started that you know? Each tea leaf is a tidbit of you.
Your likes and dislikes. Your happiest memories and even your sad ones, your angry moments, your bad days. I love and cherish even the deepest caverns and widest chasms in your beautiful mind. Without them, you wouldn’t be you.
Please believe me when I say that even if the leaves are crumpled or incomplete… it doesn’t mean that they won’t make tea.
Honey, my favorite. Your personality. God you’re so fucking sweet it hurts. Your voice, those lovely lips that speak such well written poetry.
My love, everything you say is a hymn.
I wasn’t a religious man before you. My Goddess, I fall to my knees at the altar for you. Speak to me and you’ll sing to my very soul. Tell me truth, tell me lies, tell me those things that float through the nether. I’ll take it all as gospel.
Ask of me anything and I will spill blood, even if it is my own, to provide you with whatever you wish.
I never understood why honey was akin to the nectar of the gods until I met you.
Now I understand. To taste you is to taste life. To smell you is to breathe freely. To feel you is to be soothed.
Sugar. Do you know how many grains of sugar are in the average tablespoon? Around 60,000. The human eye processes visuals at the average rate of 13 milliseconds per image. Even faster if presented with an image that invokes emotion. Though for the purposes of math, we will go with 13 milliseconds.
13 milliseconds is about 75 frames per second. 60 seconds in one minute. 4,500 frames.
If the average tablespoon holds 60,000 grains of sugar that’s 270,000,000 frames per second.
4,500,000 minutes. 75,000 hours. 3,125 days. About 102 months. Alittle over 8 years.
I use 3 tablespoons of sugar per cup of tea.
That means by our 25 anniversary I will have been graced with every grain of your beauty.
By then I’ll probably need a few more spoonfuls if I plan to survive raising children with you. If they’re as hyperactive as you get sometimes I’ll fucking need it.
Oh well. Just more time for me to bask in your beauty.
All these things have filled me, your cup. All that I need now is water. Your love.
The kind of love that burns so hot that it bubbles up beneath your skin and makes you itch if you’re apart for too long.
That’s what happens when water boils, the atoms separate and bounce around until they come back together as the water cools.
Just like us.
I’m the flame that’s heating your water, the closer I get the hotter it’ll grow until it’s rattling the kettle, screaming to be let out and bring all the pieces together.
Adding that boiling water, your love. It will bring life to me. You’ll warm the cold ceramic shell that I’ve been for so long. Fragile and lonely and horribly handled. I might have a few chips but the foundation is strong and worthy.
A cup is just a cup if there’s nothing in it.
You give me purpose. You make me useful.
I will let our love steep. Let it steep, because you can’t make tea without all the ingredients and a water-worthy cup.
We will stir it and stir it and stir it until the the hand of fate declares us ready, I will be there for you at the *clink* of the spoon against my rim.
I will be there after to hold you until the very last sip.
I will be there until I am broken beyond repair.
If the last sip happens before my ceramic cracks… I will be quick to join you after slipping through the hands of fate.
It’s a long winded way to say that I love you, but if you wanted, I would memorize it and recite it for you every night before drift to sleep.
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Diary Entry: July 12th
You’re so cute.
I don’t know how you haven’t noticed that your laundry detergent should’ve run out ages ago. I giggle like a school girl everytime I see you at the laundromat holding it up to measure it out.
I’ve started washing my stuff in the same as you, I love the way your laundry smells.
But I love the way you smell even more.
You just bought some new sheets recently and I took the liberty of ordering the same ones. What luck that we both use a queen size bed huh? The cutesy little strawberry print isn’t exactly my style but I don’t give a shit. The giddy way you opened up your package was nothing short of adorable.
You know what else is super handy about using the same detergent?
You won’t notice when I switch them out.
You’re washing them for the first time today since you just received them in the mail yesterday. I know you’re so excited to put them on and make your pretty pink bed up, I’m amazed you had the patience to wait until today to go to the laundromat. It’s open 24/7, proud of you baby. Prioritizing that good deep sleep you’ve been getting.
You’re welcome, and thank you.
Watching you sleep from the end of the bed is one of my favorite things. It just… I don’t know it makes me feel comforted to be there. It’s the closest thing to sleeping next to you that I can get right now. Then I’ll be getting some good deep sleep.
It’s hard for me to rest if I can’t reach out and make sure you’re safe.
The audio from your room is wonderful ASMR though. Your snores and snuffles and the rustling of blankets while you sprawl out and occupy as much space as your body can manage; it’s soothing to me.
Partially because I know you’re okay, partially because I was able to give you that deep rest.
You wash your sheets once a week because you love the feeling of fresh warm linens. It’s the simple pleasures of life that bring you the most joy. That’s something I adore about you.
So here’s the plan. I’m a man of my word and I promised you a reward for all your hard work didn’t I? I’m also a man who enjoys the killing of two birds with one stone.
Life goes so much more smoothly if you take the time to line up the shot.
That’s why I immediately ordered my own set as soon as I checked your Amazon account. Mine arrived today too and I’ll be stopping by the laundromat just as you’re leaving. I’ve left them in the box and put it at the bottom of my basket though, I don’t want to ruin the surprise you know?
I’m so glad I was able to hear your little chat with your friends. Not only was it a wonderful reassurance, it also allowed me to plan our encounters more closely together. I’ve made myself known to you, I’ve spaced out our previous meetings well enough to leave you wishing you’d catch me out in the hallway even for a quick hello.
Trust me I have been dying to indulge you. But if this whole relationship has taught me anything it’s: trust the process.
See you soon princess, my timer just went off. I’ll be there just in time to watch you nuzzle your face into the last warm item of clothing from the dryer before tossing it in the basket.
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Date:
July 12th
You were tossing the last of your clean laundry into the basket when the bell above the door jingled. Purely out of habit you glanced over, instead of the usual stranger or semi-familiar face, it was Anakin.
He seemed not to notice you straight away, keeping his head down and walking to the washer/dryer set closest to the front window.
It was shameful the way you took this opportunity to stare and soak him up. His whole physique just screamed at the primal parts of your brain. The parts that want you to sprint across the laundromat and l seduce him into ravaging you right up against the glass he stood near. Who cares who sees? You’d be beyond proud to be spotted in the throes of passion as long as it was him who was behind you.
The way his arms moved should be illegal. How is it possible for someone to be so… lean? The veins that and corded tendons that roll beneath his skin become even more visible as his wrist gives way to his hands.
Wide palms that would be perfect for grabbing a handful of your ass. Gripping your hips to guide you down onto what you can only assume is an equally impressive cock.
Long fingers as the most elegantly carved necklace. Fingertips that could trace swirling patterns across the vast expanse of your skin. Those same fingertips caressing the slick and swollen folds that just so happened to be in desperate need of his attention.
How could you not be a puddle of a person when he locks eyes with you like that? Like he’s reading the transcript of your soul, his eyes never stayed in one place too long. He needed to take in as much of you as possible each and everytime he was in your company.
How could you not forget how to speak when he walks over to you with such confidence? His towering frame would be intimidating if he didn’t radiate comfort. He seemed like he knew he had that affect on you, or maybe he was just one of those clueless types. That special kind of man who doesn’t realize what a catch they are.
“What’s up sweet girl?” He asked with that same gritty tone that had you feigning for him in ways he’d find unholy.
“Hey Anakin.” You managed to tone down the smile that instantly spread across your face. “I was just about to leave…”
“Well isn’t that a shame.” He chuckled, his eyes darting from your lips to your eyes and back again before he looked up and away. Stretching his arm up behind his head to rub his neck.
“Hmm yeah it is.” You murmured, too distracted by the tiny sliver of skin and dark hair the peaked out from beneath the hem of his shirt.
“Eyes up baby.” He teased, his finger tapping the underside of your chin before you could even register his hand was coming toward you.
‘Jesus Christ.’
If he can make your knees this weak from a few words… it’s almost concerning to think of the state you’d be in after he rearranges your guts.
The blush on your cheeks could’ve been mistaken for a sunburn, never had you felt so fucking embarrassed and flustered at the same time. You couldn’t even be mad.
“Let me help, yeah?” He said, choosing to glaze over your blatant staring and not push it farther with the teasing comments.
Truly a gentleman.
“Oh! Yeah, yeah.” You nodded. “Thanks.”
You managed a soft smile as your brain attempted to rewire itself into working condition again. He closed the dryer and placed your detergent and fabric softener beads into your basket and carried them over to his washer/dryer combo, expecting you to follow.
He sat it down near one of the many metal folding chairs lining the wall and turned to you again, his expression one of concern? Worry? Apprehension?
“You okay sweetheart?” He asked gently. “Did I make you uncomfortable?”
“What?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing. “Uncomfortable? No, no.” You shook your head in realization that he must’ve assumed he’d struck a nerve with his flirtatious comment.
“You sure?” He asked.
Somehow his hands, those strong hands that you just knew would feel like heaven on your skin, had made their way to your biceps. Slowly traveling the length of your forearm to hold both of your hands in his, your fingers curved over his while his thumb rubbed your knuckles.
“Yeah, I’m sure.” You nodded, shooting him a bashful smile.
His eyes searched your face like he was scanning for even the most minuscule change in expression, any twitch of your lip or shift in your line of sight that might say otherwise. When he was sure you were being truthful he spoke again.
“Alright princess,” he conceded with a warm tone. “you sticking around or headed out?”
“I’d stay to chat for a bit if I could, but I’ve gotta clock-in, in about… 45mins.” You said, thankful for the change in subject.
Anakin never failed to both confuse and amaze you. Every fucking time you spoke to him. You were tired of telling yourself he was just too damn good to be true, fuck it, he is that good.
In all your years, you’d never had a man check-in with you like that and in such a caring and considerate way… you couldn’t have dreamed up a man like this. It was a small detail of his character, but it made a world of a difference.
If you would’ve said ‘yes, that made me uncomfortable.’ you had no doubt in your mind that he would apologize and mean it. He’d mean it, apologize with his whole chest and make sure that it never ever happened again.
That was the kind of comfort and security that only a fictional love could provide.
But here he is.
In the flesh.
Maybe hearing about this, Luke might change his mind. Luke was only doing his job as your best friend and protector, shielding you from the dangers of the average Brad that you’d dated in the past. But…
Anakin’s not that kinda guy.
“You know, I don’t think you’ve ever told me where you work.” Anakin pointed out.
“Huh, I guess I haven’t.” You realized. “Bluebird Diner. It’s a good place to eat, yummy pie.”
“Oh yeah I’ve been there before!” Anakin said happily, “that butterscotch pie is so good, oh my god.”
“Right?” You agreed excitedly. “That’s my favorite. I’ll have to tell Rosa that she’s getting compliments on it. She’ll be thrilled.”
“Maybe I’ll grab a slice later.” Anakin suggested. “Before I have to go clock-in.”
“Where do you work?” You asked, finding it a bit comical that you were drooling over him but didn’t even know this basic detail of his life.
“The Cerulean.” Anakin nodded toward the window. “Just a couple blocks from here.”
“The Cerulean? What do you do, bartend?” You asked, curious as alittle itch in the back of your mind needed to be scratched.
“Mhm, I do.” He smiled.
“I think… oh my god. I think I’ve seen you there before!” You laughed. “It was a while back but I was there with some friends… you made my drink!”
“Really?” Anakin laughed. “Shit don’t make me feel bad baby, I don’t remember that.”
“I didn’t expect you too.” You giggled. “The place was packed. I can’t imagine how many people you serve a night.”
“You’ve got no idea.” He blew out a puff of air, with a chuckle.
“Well I’m due for a night out soon,” you said with a grin. “You come grab some pie later and I’ll come get a drink from you tomorrow night.”
“Sounds like a deal princess.” He beamed.
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straywords · 1 year
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♡ Best Friend! Bucky x Shy! Reader ♡
You get yourself into an awkward situation while "experimenting" on your own... thankfully your best friend is there to help.
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Warnings: sex toys, smut (fingering, p in v), virgin inexperienced reader, D/s vibes, possessiveness //
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It’s the most embarrassing thing ever. You actually can’t believe this is really happening. 
You hide your face in the pillow and take a deep breath. Even that simple act hurts like hell. You tense, tears blooming beneath your lashes.
Big girls don’t cry, you keep telling yourself…but all you want to do is just that as every little motion sets your crotch on fire.
You cast a sorrowful glance at your phone on the night table.
There’s one person who could help, one person that wouldn’t mind helping you out of this…tight spot, so to speak. 
But the very idea sparks a shameful fire in your entire body. Would you survive the embarrassment of him seeing you like this?
Besides, what if he asked questions, pried more than you’re comfortable? 
He thinks you’re so good, even calls you his 'sweet girl' all the time.
This side of you would probably turn him off, make him to run the other way. 
Especially if he knew what was on your mind at the time…
The shame in your gut burns tenfold. 
He can’t know. You just wanted to use something besides your fingers; you needed the extra friction. You were aching for it. 
Because you were picturing something much larger and hotter inside. 
Entrancing slate orbs drinking you in hungrily…
Him stretching you all slow as you cry out beneath him…
Begging for more as he relentlessly teases you…
You’ve dreamt it so many times, and woke up all hot, bothered and sticky down there.
So of course you got a toy. Something small, of course. It’s what the website said is best for beginners, for the inexperienced…which you are.
You thought it’d be safe and grant you the release you craved, scratch that itch, allowing you to fantasize without him ever finding out. 
But it’s been hours and you’re in agony. 
Your heart actually jumped in your throat when the thin string snapped as you tried to pull the object out. 
There’s just no other way, much as it mortifies you to do it. 
Wiping your tears with the back of your hand, you collect your phone.
Only a few taps of your touchscreen are needed to find Bucky; that’s how often you text and call him. 
His answer is near instantaneous.
"Hey, doll." You can practically hear the lazy smirk in his velvety bass and, despite the dire situation, you melt a little. 
"Hey, Bucky…" you reply. 
"Doll, are you okay? You sound off," he inquires, concern bleeding in his tender tone. 
A wince distorts your features as you move wrongly, making the foreign object shift inside you a bit. 
"I need you to come here…right now, Bucky," you strain to say. 
"Is something wrong? I just got back from a mission-"
"It’s urgent, please," you interrupt, quelling more tears as you gulp in a wide breath. "And…can you use your double of my keys and let yourself in? I’m kind of stuck on my bed."
You gave them to him in case you lost yours or to water your plants and feed your cat if ever needed, but this…this was nowhere near the kind of things you thought Bucky would ever need your keys for. 
"Stuck on your bed as in-" he begins, sounding confused. 
"Bucky, please," you whimper. 
"I’m on my way."
Relief settles over you as you toss the phone away and lie back on your bed. As you wait for him to arrive, you mull over your decision to call him. Maybe it’d have been wiser to ask another friend or go to the ER, not call the devastatingly handsome supersoldier you’ve harbored a little crush on for a while now.
But there’s frankly no option that’d curb your embarrassment and keep others from mocking your ludicrous predicament. 
At least you trust Bucky to help without telling a soul. 
Forever seems to pass while you linger in mortifying wait. 
When the slamming of the front door opening and closing finally reaches you, you almost jump from your bed and do a victory lap…then remember you can barely move. 
Bucky knocks on your bedroom door and you sit upright, that simple act sending pain rippling through your core. 
"Hey, doll. Can I come in?" he inquires on the other side. 
He’s really here.
The uproar of your racing heart fills your ears as you lick your lips, your knees bouncing. 
"Yes, please," you belatedly say. 
The breath stumbles in your lungs as he steps inside your room. Your mouth parts, your eyes going wide. Seeing him here is surreal. 
Bucky’s never been in your room before. 
And here he is, in a gray shirt and jeans that strain on his broad, muscular frame, worried blue eyes cinched on you. 
A wobbly smile canting up your lips, you raise a bashful hand to greet him.
"H-Hi Bucky. Glad you’re back."
His brows knit as he scrutinizes your fidgeting form.
"What’s wrong?"
You fiddle with the hem of your dress, struggling to meet his questioning stare. "It hurts so much, Bucky," you mutter below your breath. 
For a while, the air grows heavy with his silence, the only sound you hear being the chaotic pounding of your heart in your chest. 
Then two fingers lurk beneath your chin, angling your face upward. You gasp. 
Tearful eyes rise to Bucky’s familiar baby blues. 
"What hurts, sweet girl?" he whispers softly. 
Chewing on your lip, you rub your thighs together, embarrassment swelling inside you.
Might as well rip the band-aid. 
You lean back and lift your skirt, opening your legs at the same time to show him. 
"This…" Bucky’s rosy lips part, his gaze bulging as it lands on your crotch, where the smooth round bottom of the pink toy stretches your entrance. "I need you to take it out. Bucky, please…"
Bucky swallows, his round eyes still glued to your cunt. His heated attention sets your skin ablaze. 
"Oh doll, what did you go and do?" he notes, his deep voice more hoarse than you’re accustomed to, but thankfully bereft of mockery. You don’t think you could handle it coming from Bucky. 
"I didn't know what else to do, who else to call," you whine.
A shiver runs through you as Bucky crawls onto the bed. Air freezes in your lungs as his knees sink into the mattress. When his broad body looms over yours, your heart leaps. 
Your gazes lock as you tremble beneath him. His pine scent engulfs your senses, overwhelming you and sending your stomach aflutter.
"I’m the only one you should call for something like this," he mumbles, cupping your cheek.
He seems to ponder something then asks, "Do you have lube?"
Warmth flares in your face but you give a shaky nod. 
"Y-Yes, under my pillow," you stammer. 
Bucky reaches above your head with his metal hand while you gape at him. He uncaps the small transparent bottle with his thumb. 
Your mouth quakes as you tense. 
Sensing your fear, Bucky pauses and strokes the side of your face. 
"Hey, relax for me, okay? I’ve got you. Okay, doll?"
"...Okay."
He lets go of your face and squeezes a generous dollop of the lube into his palm and onto his fingers. You shudder as he drips strings of the cool substance onto your folds. It could be the lighting but his pupils seem to flare as he watches your gaping entrance tremble with his actions.  
His hand sneaks between your thighs, cupping your core. He starts spreading the lube onto your folds with his flesh digits. An up and down steady motion. 
Your belly knots, your breath catching. 
Bucky’s tongue darts out, sweeping over his bottom lip. His warm breath breezes over your face. 
"Let go, sweet girl. It’ll be easier," he coaxes gently. 
You do as he says, easing into his palm. A moan climbs up your throat as the heel of his hand grazes against your sensitive clit. 
Bucky works you open slowly. Tender words pour from his perfect mouth as his attentive eyes travel from your cunt to your face.
You bite on your lip to confine all the embarrassing sounds flowing out but Bucky’s metal thumb slips inside your mouth.
Sharp moans tumble out as Bucky circles and pinches your clit between his forefinger and thumb.  
"No need to be quiet, sweet girl." A crooked smirk pulls his lips upward. "I want to hear you, loud and clear."
He touches you like that a while before finally sliding three fingers inside.
Tears bead in your eyes at the painful intrusion. Despite his preparation, it’s awfully tight inside. 
He bends over you, kissing away your tears.
"Shh, it’s okay, doll, it’ll be done soon," he says, gripping the toy as he sinks further inside you. 
Your back curves on the sheets as he brushes against your tender spot. 
Bucky’s slick fingers move inside you. You hold your breath as his fingers wrap around the oblong object, stretching you even further. 
Rapid breaths flutter through your chest.  
A frown etches your brow when he pulls on it slowly. Bearing through the searing ache, you squirm beneath him. 
When it’s finally out of you, your body sags on the sheets. 
You almost cry in relief. Bucky tosses the wet toy aside. 
Your arms fly around his neck and you hug him before thinking. 
"Thank you so much," you sob, tucking your head under his chin. 
Bucky rubs comforting circles into your back. 
"Anytime, doll."
When the moment passes, the realization that you’re exposed, your dress haphazardly bunched around your waist, hits you.
Your face warms. 
"I should probably-"
You tug on the fabric to conceal yourself but Bucky frames your jaw to draw your focus towards him. 
Seriousness is carved on his taut features. 
"Were you able to come?" he asks bluntly. 
Your jaw damn near topples to the floor. 
"What?" you gasp, blinking at him. 
"Did you come using that thing?"
Hesitation clamps your lips shut before you quaver, "No, it got, hm, stuck too quickly."
Bucky hums before nodding. 
"We need to fix that then."
He nudges you on your back. Dismay flutters through your chest as you gawk up at him, stuttering, "Wait, Bucky, I don’t…" You shake your head as he settles between your thighs like before. "You don’t have to and I don’t know if I’m ready…"
A flick over your clit with his thumb stifles your protest. 
Your head falls back, Bucky draping himself over you and palming your dripping core. 
Your chest heaves as he teases your tangle of nerves, pressing against it and tracing patterns that draw breathless whines from you. 
"You were plenty ready to play with my pussy before, weren’t you, doll?" he taunts. 
His pussy. 
His sinful, possessive inflection flushes your skin with heat.
Bucky dips two fingers inside you with ease. 
Your eyes roll back, your hips undulating to meet his languid motions. He bends closer to your face to mumble lewdly, "And I bet it’s not the first time." He smirks. "Did you get tired of using your fingers when what you really want is my fat cock in your tight little cunt?"
The filthy words make you clench around his digits. Bucky chuckles at that, dragging his thick fingers against your soft walls. 
"Answer me," he sternly urges. 
The breathless confession rolls off your tongue. "Yes…"
Your breaths quicken as the friction continues, pleasure building in your core. 
"Hm, thought so," he says, the rough pads of his fingers swirling over your center. "Did you get all wet thinking of me ruining that needy hole for anyone else?"
Your swollen bud pulses beneath his hand. Bucky’s darkened gaze is cinched over your face as he thrusts in and out, spreading your wetness over your folds. 
The pressure becomes too much after a while.
Your entire body quakes, boneless as your legs grow too weak to hold you. Your heart starts beating fast, so fast it seems it’ll burst out of your chest. 
A broken whimper leaves your lips as you come apart on Bucky’s hand, the room dancing around you. 
"Yes," you cry out.
"How often?" he asks, calm and collected while you shatter beneath him. 
"Almost every night," you whisper. "Bucky, please. I c-can’t."
Bucky hums, his fingers still rocking inside you evenly. 
"Use that pretty mouth to tell me what you want, sweet girl."
Licking your lips, you gulp a lungful of flailing air. 
"I want you inside me, please."
He shimmies out of his pants and boxers. Anticipation glows inside you at the sight of the hard, veiny length bobbing between his muscular thighs. The blushing tip is already glistening with precum. 
Bucky laughs, baring his pearly smile, as you shake your hips impatiently.
"Such a greedy girl," he rasps. 
You gasp as he nudges his tip against your entrance, slotting his body over yours. Bucky plants deep, passionate kisses on your lips.
While he holds your face with one hand, he keeps you spread with the other, metal hand firmly around your thigh.
Silky words caress your eardrums as he stretches your walls open. 
Your breath hitches as every inch of him stretches you to your limit. 
He’s a tight fit inside you, the weight against your walls both bliss and torment at once. 
"Doing so well for me, doll," he praises. 
When he finds the hilt of you, you gasp. 
Every inhale hurts, as you feel every single part of his hard cock grazing your softness. You feel so incredibly full, like you could tear any minute, but Bucky’s proud, adoring gaze on your frame tethers you. 
Bucky presses his forehead against yours. 
Your scorching breaths mingle with his as he stills, giving you time to accommodate his large girth. 
When he begins to move inside, pulling out before burying himself inside you again…you feel as if you reached heaven. 
Every single of his deep, slow thrusts makes you see stars. 
The lewd clamor of Bucky’s flesh against yours mounts in the room.
Bucky grunts against your cheek, reveling in the way you cream around him, "Look how you’re milking my cock, doll. It’s like that sweet pussy was made just for me."
As your head lolls back on the sheets, each snap of his hips turns more pointed, yanking a series of high-pitched wails from your throat. Bucky groans as your walls flutter around him. "Don’t go dumb on me yet," he smiles, cradling your head as he moves inside you with abandon. "I’m nowhere near done with you, sweet girl."
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webslingingslasher · 11 months
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I’ve never done a request before
I got my hair cut and the hairdresser messed up my bangs :((( people have been telling me it looks okay and not too bad but I can’t stop fixating on the fact she cut too much and the ends are choppy :(((
Can you make a post where Peter comforts reader after a bad haircut! Thx in advance
how did this get so long? bestie, you inspired me
Bangs are not a normal hot girl thing. 
Bangs are a sad, hot girl thing. 
And you were a hot girl, but you were not sad, but you still have bangs and now you understand why bangs and mental breakdowns are associated. Because you look like you’ve had a mental breakdown. 
“It’s not that bad, baby. I’m sure of it.” Peter’s laugh echoes through the phone, you wish it would make you feel better, normally his childlike giggles and optimism could beat out the harshest, negative thoughts, but tonight it almost makes you mad. 
“This is my vietnam, peter. We have to break up, you can’t see me like this.” 
A bubbling laugh, “it can’t be that bad, it’s just different.” 
You run your fingers though your new fringe, it tapers oddly at the ends, one side definitely longer than the other. It’s just hair but it’s making you cry. 
“Imagine you go into Terry’s for a trim and he gives you a buzz cut, what then?” 
Peter sucks in air, “I’d have to dump you, no one should ever see that.” 
“So, you understand.” 
Peter hums on the line like a game of jeopardy, “how about you let me be the judge. If it’s as bad as you say it is, I'll let you dump me.” 
You tsk and shake your head on your side, you hear a siren blow by on Peter’s end. “See, that’s what we need to avoid, you can’t see me, your last memory of me needs to be a good one.” 
Peter lets out a breath, it’s sarcastic sympathy. “Too late, let me in.” 
You gasp, you leap off your bed and press your forehead against your window. When you close one eye and tilt nearly halfway around you can see the front of your building, sure enough your boyfriend is waiting to be buzzed in. In a panic you move to slap your hand against the bangs, you���re not ready, it’s so bad. 
“Nuh uh. Go home, not happening.” 
It was useless, he’d be climbing up the fire escape in ten seconds. You run around your room trying to collect things to hide your bangs behind. 
“Don’t make me climb up there in daylight.” He’s pouty. 
“I’m not, you can come back in three to six weeks when I don’t have bangs anymore.” 
Peter ignores you, “twenty seconds and I’m climbing.” 
You hold your breath, pressing back up against the window, you look at him. His phone pressed against his ear, he’s leaning against the outside gates. His gaze set on his wristwatch, he’s literally counting the seconds. 
A snicker, “I can feel you watching me.” 
“Unfair advantage.” 
 “Still looking, down to five seconds, baby.” 
“I’m not doing it, we’re broken up, remember?” 
Peter’s wrist lowers, he pulls away to look up at your window, there’s no way he can see you but he knows you’re there, it looks like he’s making direct eye contact. 
“You’re gonna make me do this?” 
“I’m not making you do anything, this could be considered trespassing you know. And if I were to pile more things on…” You’re speaking and watching him walk over to the side of your building, he’s on a mission. “this could be considered harassment, cause I did say we were broken up, and now you’re not..” He’s listening but not giving you any reaction, he tests the bar, you start to lose your train of thought, you really thought he wouldn’t do it. “you’re not.. You’re not stopping, peter, why aren’t you stopping?” 
Peter pulls himself up with one hand, his feet resting on the bottom rung, one leg rises for the second step. You slap the glass, it makes him look up at your room. “I’ll let you in! I’ll do it!” 
He narrows his eyes, he won’t move until you do. A whine sent you running to the front door, repeatedly hitting the button to open the door. 
“Now was that so hard?” 
“Manipulative!” 
“See you in like, thirty seconds.” 
“What’s with you and seconds?” 
“Shush.” 
You looked at your front door with crossed arms, just because you let him into the building doesn’t mean you’ll let him into your apartment. The doorknob wriggles, he couldn’t have thought it would be that easy. 
“Honey, I’m home.” 
You speak around a chewed nail, “no solicitors.” 
“I had special permission to come up here.” 
“No habla inglés?” 
A chuckle, “you can do better than that.” 
You think, one comes to you. “Actually, I don’t think my parents would like a boy in their home when they’re not here. Especially my ex boyfriend.” 
A small thump against the door, either his forehead or a weak knock. 
“Stop saying that, I don’t like it.” 
Your heart tugs, you were just trying to be funny. 
You rip the door open, “oh petey, I’m sorry. I didn’t-” you stop when you see his grin, he knows how to get you to open the door, tug at your heart strings. 
“Evil.” You try to close the door, his hand catches it. 
You narrow your eyes, he gives you a glance, “I’ll win.” 
You grunt but let him in, quickly heading to your room where you can nuzzle yourself in between pillows. Peter’s just as quick, doing his best to catch up as soon as possible. “Let me-” He tugs at your arm, you shake it off, “no, you’re not seeing it.” 
Diving into your bedsheets you fix the hoodie on your head, Peter follows. 
“I’m gonna do it.” 
His hands pull your hood away, he frowns at the beanie you pulled over your hair. 
“Baby, it can’t be that bad.” 
Your eyes glimmer, “it’s too short, and it’s all choppy and I hate them so much.” Your lower lip wobbles, all he can think to do is cup your face and kiss your forehead. 
“Maybe I can fix it.” 
He’s good at fixing things. You can trust him when he says that. 
You perk up, “you can?” 
Peter gestures to your hat, “let’s see the damage.” 
You tug it off to reveal a pinned fringe, you unveiled it with shame. Peter shakes it out, you keep your eyes closed, you don’t want to see his reaction. Delicate fingers pulled at strands of hair, when he had it all placed he took an honest look at it, tried to see past his bias of you being the prettiest human in the world, and noticed you were right. 
Not that he’d think you were lying, but possibly a tad dramatic. They came to the middle of your eyebrows, one side longer than the other, it almost looked like a ‘C’ curve. But, they looked good. They fit your face well, they make it highlight other features he had taken for granted. They just needed a little help. 
“I can’t do anything about the length, but I can even it up for you.” 
You still refused to look at him, “is it bad? Be honest.” 
Peter moved his neck trying to catch your eyes, “they look really good, I love ‘em. I know it’s a little janky now but in two weeks they’ll be perfect.” 
You look up, searching for a lie in his eyes. He’s telling the truth. 
“It’s so short.” 
He rubbed a thumb over your eyebrow, “just keep your eyebrows raised, they’ll never know.” 
“Permanent botox.” 
Peter grinned, he got you to feel better. He’s done his job, and it feels damn good. 
He made a suggestive face, “wanna role play hairdresser?”
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plzfeedmebread · 1 year
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What Do I Tell My Friends Family? Pt. 7
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word count: 4611
Pairing: Recom! Miles! Quaritch x Female! Sully! Na'vi! Reader Tags/Warnings: smut, light bondage, dirty talk, pregnancy sex, light degradation, p in v, family, fluff, feelings, crying, comfort, acceptance
Author's Note: Sorry this chapter took so long everyone! Hope you enjoy :)))
<previous chapter> | 7 |
The sound of rain pulls you from slumber. The air is thick and humid this morning. You breath deep, the salty air filling your lungs, wiping away the last dregs of sleep.
Your beloved is not beside you; ever the early morning riser that one. Neither are the twins nor Spider, you notice.
With a groan you slowly sit yourself up, having to exert more effort than usual. Once up, your hand moves to the swell of your belly. Shouldn’t be too long now before this one joins your ever-growing little family. You estimate you have about 2 months to go.
You open your home to allow the fresh air in. You reach out to gather some of the cool summer rainwater in your hands, splashing it on your face. You light a small fire in the pit, then set about preparing some meats to cook for breakfast. While those sizzle, you then prepare some fresh fruit that had been left outside your doorstep; the clan often leave you things as their way of helping, knowing you’re due almost any day now.
“Somethin’ smells good,” your ear perk up at the sound of Miles’ voice.
“Good morning, husband,” you greet but don’t turn around. You don’t have to, because before you finish speaking, his arms are already around you. His hot breath tickles the back of your neck as he leaves soft kisses there.
“How’re my best girls this morning?” his hands gently cup the swell of your belly, gently swaying the two of you to some unheard tune. He presses his chest to your bare back, the cool wet skin of his sends a delicious shiver down your spine.
“Oh? And how do you know we are not blessed with more sons?” You smile at him over your shoulder.
“Father’s intuition sweetheart,” He leans to the side presses a quick kiss to your lips. He pulls back, pressing the side of his face to yours as he peers over your shoulder as you continue preparing fruit.
You hum thoughtfully at his words. You wouldn’t mind having a daughter. Or two. Eywa have mercy if you have another set of twins. Speaking of your children…
“Where are the boys?”
“Spider took them swimming, they’re at the heated pools in the jungle.” You make a noncommittal noise in acknowledgement.
“You know…with the kids busy, we have a little time to ourselves right now…” his hands travel from your belly, slowly tracing the length of your arms, before his hands rest in the crook of your neck. He starts massaging the base of your head with his thumbs. Your eyes close at the pleasurable sensation, moaning unexpectedly.
“You’re insatiable, you know that?” You tease him with a side eyed look. He grins down at you, eyes glazed over with desire. His gaze alone sends a pleasurable throb straight down to your core.
“Can’t help it darlin’. Seeing you like this, all big, belly swollen, and knowin’ it’s cuz of me? It does somethin’ to a man,” he bites the tip of your ear, and you let out an involuntary whimper; he knows all of your erogenous zones, and they become far more sensitive during pregnancy.
“Show me then my love, show me what I do to you.”
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He has you trapped between his legs. Your back pressed to his chest as you lean back, head resting on his shoulder as you gasp between moans.
Your legs are draped over his thighs, keeping you spread. One hand gently massages the flesh of your breast, fingers occasionally pinching your pert nipple.
His other hand is busy at your core, 3 fingers deftly working their way in an out of your warm centre, making filthy squelches with each thrust. Your arousal coats his fingers and your thighs in inviting wetness. You are more than ready for him. But he loves playing with you, especially when you are at his mercy.
He removes his middle finger, bringing it to your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud in your slick. His finger glides over with ease thanks to your gushing nectar.
“Oh fuck…Miles right there—YES!” Your voice is breathless as you beg him for release; the pleasure coursing through you burning hotter as you approach the precipice of desire.
He returns his fingers to your inviting warmth, your walls sucking him in greedily. His fingers meet no resistance with how wet you are. He fucks his fingers into you faster this time, the palm of hand slapping against your clit, sending you further into the throws of passion. The symphony of your pleasure comes crashing down on you; the orgasm hitting you with a resounding crescendo. A rough press to your clit has you squirting much to yours and his delight.
“That’s it baby, you always perform so well for me.” Miles whispers into your ear, nipping at the nape of your neck. The feeling of your inviting walls clenching around his fingers sends blood straight to his hardened aching cock.
This was always the ritual. Always would he bring you to glorious orgasm, before chasing his own pleasure. Even if the two of you had an argument, falling into something in line with hate sex, he made sure to prepare you well. No matter what, you were always at the forefront of his mind.
You rest your entire weight against him, chest heaving with each laboured breath. Your skin is sticky with sweat, pussy throbbing, your release leaking all over the floor. You feel Miles’ hardness press into your lower back. He presses a kiss to your shoulder.
“Do you need a minute?” He asks ever to tenderly.
“For you my love? Never.” You turn yourself as much as you can, arms reaching for him. He understands what you want, immediately turning you to him. He pulls your arms around his neck, securing his behind your back, then crashing his lips to yours.
The kiss is bruising. He sucks on your lips, pressing his tongue to yours, drinking you in greedily as though you were destined to fade. He swallows the moan you release into his mouth. His hand moves to the base of your queue and he pulls you back.
Your eyes are mystified, glazed over from residual pleasure, but alight once more at the promise you see in his own eyes. They are dark with want, pupils dilated with heady need. He licks his teeth as he studies your face, a smirk forming on his lips.
He stands up, pulling you with him. You watch him curiously as he moves elsewhere, searching; there is an amusing flick of the tail when he finds it. He holds the item triumphantly in the air before coming back to you.
Ah. Rope.
He always did love restraints.
“You trust me, sweetheart?” You scoff, almost offended he needs to ask you for umpteenth time.
“Since our first night in the Dream my love. Always and forever.” Your smile is matched by his own.
“Hold your hands up, behind your head.” You do as instructed. The rope this not too thick, black and woven with expertise only a machine could craft. It was something you brought with you all those years ago. You figured it would be most useful; nothing hand crafted had yet matched it in quality. What you hadn’t expected was for your mate to use it in such, creative ways. Not that you complain; you were of course more than delighted to engage in his fantasies.
He fastens your wrists together tightly. The length is then wound around your neck, dropping between your breasts before he loops it around your mounds. It lowers through your cleavage and around the back; always he keeps it away from your belly. He nudges your legs apart. The rope is then wrapped around each hip and thigh.
He moves behind you then, pulling your fastened hands behind his head. His hands roam over you in reverence, from the swell of your breasts, to the expanse of your thighs, not a single inch of skin is left unworshipped. He gives the rope a final tug to make sure all is secure.
He kisses the side of your temple, and you feel him take a hold of your queue, joining it with his own. The low guttural moan he makes sends a spark of pleasure down your spine, straight to your cunt. You feel yourself becoming slick once more, not that you need even more prepping in the first place.
He grabs the rest of the rope in his right hand, before wrapping it around your front, nestling his arm between your breasts. He lowers his left hand until it reaches the back of your knee. You know without having to be told, and lift your leg. He holds your leg up as far as you can stretch; you are thankful to be so pliable after all these years. The position has your now aching core wide open, glistening in the fire light as you leak down your own leg.
You let out a soft moan as you feel the hardness of his naked cock rub against your slit, coating himself in your prior release. He lines himself up with your entrance, his head just breaching the opening.
“I love you, [Y/N],” he whispers into your ear before he buries himself in you to the hilt with one hard thrust. The sudden stretch burns in a delightful way, you hope you never get used to his size. You can’t help the sudden yelp of moan.
“Fucking hell baby, you’re so wet. And it’s all for me. My perfect little mate, with her perfect little cunt.”
The filth of his words causes a whimper to fall from your lips, but your walls clentch the scorching member inside you. Miles lets out a shaking laugh laced with pleasure.
“Pretty little thing you are. Always. So. Fucking. Perfect!” Each word is punctured with a hard thrust in and out of you. His long cock caressing the soft spongy flesh of your walls, finding that special spot that drives you wild and beyond reason. Greedily your walls clamp around him, begging his release and your own.
“You like that, darling? You’re always such a needy bitch in heat. Like it when your mate talks to you like that, huh?” He pulls on the rope, tightening the restraints all around you. The skin under the rope becoming warmer and reddening. You let out a straggled cry, mouth agape, you let your head fall back onto his shoulder.
The pleasure mounting in you growing with every passing moment. Your hands find purchase on his braid, holding on tight. He groans into your ear, the sound somewhere between a moan and a growl. It reverberates through your bones, to know your mate is so in the throes of pleasure, stokes fire in your own belly; your arousal covering his own.
He grabs your other leg, and suddenly you are hoisted into the air. You yelp with surprise, but he holds you firm. His pace is relentless, still thrusting up into your welcoming heat. Such display of strength only spurs you on further. There comes a dull ache in your legs from the strain of being held up, but also the tightness of the rope cutting into your joints.
The pain and pleasure mix wonderfully, pulling you over the edge and into your waiting orgasm. You moan loudly, almost a scream, Miles’ name spills from your lips in high pitch mewls. He doesn’t stop, fucking you through your orgasm to another, causing your to squirt all over his cock.
Tears flow freely from your eyes at the overstimulation, but by the Great Mother does it feel heavenly. Your ecstasy assaults him through the bond, finally sending him over the edge. His mouth bites down hard into your shoulder as he cums, shooting his seed up into your inviting warmth. Your walls clench him greedily, milking him till he is spent. There is a falter in his legs, you can almost feel the strain in his arms as he tries to keep you up as his pleasure wracks him to the core.
Finally though, he gently lowers you to the ground, falling onto his knees once your feet are firmly planted. You use him as leverage, lowering yourself before him. He rests his head to your shoulder, hands immediately finding your belly, resting them there.
Time passes slowly, filled with the smell of your sex and the sound of your joint laboured breaths. Slowly, Miles starts removing the rope from your person, throwing it somewhere out of sight once done. You collapse into his embrace once more, turning to your side as you lean against him. He cradles you in his arms, pressing delicate kisses to your hair.
You feel hot and sticky, but thoroughly fucked. You couldn’t be happier, tail wrapping around you both.
“You okay?” He asks, always, after any session in which he ties you up. His hands find your wrists, gently massaging the bruised skin.
“Always my love. Just a little worn out.” You close your eyes and lean into him more, never wanting this feeling to end. This peace and tranquillity.
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Your mind drifts to the day, nearly 5 years ago, when you first landed on the island.
The Olo'eyktan and Tsahik came to greet you, as well as many members of the clan. They were surprised to see forest people; some never having seen any before. They gawked and stared unashamedly. They were more surprised though, by Spider’s presence. A Sky People child, painted with stripes, dressed in forest garb? What a spectacle!
The Tsahik had hissed when she caught sight of him, demanding that you take the Demon Child back from where you found it.
With great restraint you held your tongue, explaining instead that you cannot and would not go back. You wanted no part in the war with the Sky People, and neither did your mate. All you wanted was uturu. Some place far away from conflict. You explained that the Human boy, was in fact your mate's son, just without an Avatar body.
She was taken aback then, but grabbed your hand, noting the four fingers. She declared you too were of Demon blood, not true Na’vi. None of you were. Why should they let you stay? You looked to the Olo'eyktan then, pleading with your eyes. You gestured to Spider, saying that if he could adapt to live amongst Forest Na’vi, then you could all adapt, that you will adapt.
The Tsahik scoffed, walked around you three to inspect your tails. She stopped abruptly behind your mate, staring at his back. Her hand came to rest on the space between his shoulders. You saw the tenseness in his shoulders, wrapping his tail around his leg, hands clenched. He sends you a worried look, but you shrug, unsure of what she was doing.
You see her brows furrow. She removes her hand then, like she has been burnt, before returning to her mate’s side. She speaks low to him.
“That one, has been touched by Eywa.” The Olo'eyktan’s head shoots up as he stares at Miles, then looks back down to his mate for clarity.
“Touched?” He asks in shocked whisper. She clicks her tongue, annoyed at the events unfolding before her.
“Yes. Touched. Whether literal or spiritual, I cannot say for sure. But it is there. I feel it.” She squints at Miles, wholly distrusting of his person.
‘By the stars themselves, what could the Great Mother possibly have seen in this one?’ she thinks to herself.
“What of the boy? How will he live amongst us, if he cannot breathe our air?” The Tsahik gestures to Spider, who has been standing beside you awkwardly. You put a comforting hand around his shoulder, pressing him closer into your side.
“You need not worry. This Sky People-made mask will keep him safe.” You tap the mask gently. You’re not sure how much these people know of Human technology, but you don’t explain further. You send a silent thank you to Norm, Max and all the other scientists back home.
Just before your departure, you had decided Spider could not come with, intent to leave him behind, no matter how much it broke your heart. There would be no feasible way to replenish his oxygen packs supply. But Eywa smiled upon you. The humans, the engineers they were called, came forth with a new designed mask. It did not need oxygen packs like the old ones, instead filtered the air itself for safe breathing. It worked underwater too. It was sturdier too, strong as Na’vi bones they boasted.
Her eyes roam over you, then Spider, than up to your mate. She questions then, what skills you Forest folk could possibly bring to their shores. Your mate steps forward then, proudly stating he is a warrior, willing to fight anyone to prove his worth. The Olo'eyktan holds up his hand, stating that it wasn’t necessary, at least not yet.
The Tsahik’s eyes rake over you again, making you feel self-conscious. You see her gaze linger on your chest and your hips.
“You…Your patterns are of Forest folk, but your body is not.” It is more so a statement than a question, but demands an answer all the same.
“You are correct, Tsahik. My mother was true born Na’vi, of the Omatikaya clan. My father is…like my mate. Born of the Sky People.” She makes a disgruntled noise, but says nothing else.
After a moment of silence, she looks back up at her mate, and gives him the faintest of nods.
The Olo'eyktan announces then, that you three are welcome and are to be treated like their brothers and sisters. He warns them to be gentle with the Human, try not to gawk at him too much as there was still a village to look after. You thank him profusely, tears threating to fall at corner of your eyes. His smile is warm and welcoming, and the relief you feel is near palpable.
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You and Miles decide to pack the food into a basket and bring it to the children. As the two of you are making your way along the beach to the path that would lead into the jungle, you are greeted by the sight of your two young sons running at you, Spider taking up the rear in a slow jog.
“Mama! Papa!” They yell in unison, arms outstretched as they crash into your legs.
“Good morning my little starlights! And to you too Spider, thank you so much for taking such good care of them,” You pick up Rawm as Miles does Taxun. Spider smiles up at the both of you, out of breath from the run.
“It’s no trouble [Y/N]. I already know what it’s like to have younger brothers.” He takes note of the basket Miles is holding, helping himself to the fruit inside. Your smile becomes a little sad at the memory of your family. You don’t have time to dwell on it though, as the kids notice Spider eating and immediately demand to be fed.
And so the 5 of you sit on the nearby rocks in the shade, enjoying the meats and fruits. It doesn’t last long, as the twins eat far too fast for your liking, before they start pulling Spider toward the ocean, wanting to swim in the cool water now that the sun was out. He of course obliges without fuss, and you giggle as you watch them splash about in the water.
The sun hangs high in the sky now, midday you presume. You enjoy the cool breeze kissing your skin, and the soft caress of your husband as he traces the glowing freckles on your back.
You are quiet, but there is gentleness in your eyes, a soft smile on your lips.
“Whatcha lookin’ at sweetheart?” Miles asks you, and you keep your eyes forward, smile widening.
“Our future.” Your voice is soft as the sand between your toes.
He hums in agreement, and kisses your check.
“Yeah…me too.”
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You’re not sure how much time passes, perhaps not even an hour, when you here your name being called. You look to see the Olo'eyktan’s daughter coming to you hastily.
Your heart skips a beat at her urgency.
“[Y/N]! You must come quick! Follow me!”
“What’s wrong? What’s going on?”
“Did you not hear the horns?!” She asks as she speeds off, expecting you to follow. You look to your mate, both of you have a confused expression. Neither of you heard it, too engrossed in watching your family. The kids probably didn’t hear anything amongst their own yelling and playing.
Quaritch whistles to the kids, who all immediately cease their frivolity, and run back to you two. Miles wordlessly grabs both twins in his strong arms, and you hand Spider the now empty basket. You make your way back as fast as you can waddle, explaining to the kids along the way.
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You see an unexpected amount of people gathered at the front beach, though you can’t quite make out what’s going on.
You hear the whispers and murmurs of the clan, strangers they say; visitors.
You and Miles share a concerned look as you make your way forward. A sound carries on the wind, a bellow of a creature; and you know that sound anywhere.
Ikran.
Your heart starts pounding in your chest, your mind running a mile a minute. You don’t even think as you start forcefully pushing your way through the crowed, flanked by Miles still holding the twins and Spider.
“What’s going on Papa?” Rawm asks, clutching onto his father tightly.
You don’t hear his response as you finally make your way out front, seeing the backs of your Olo'eyktan and Tsahik.
You vaguely note the 5 ikran poised on the sand, looking none too pleased.
And when you see the Na’vi visitors talking to your Olo'eyktan, tears well in your eyes, and you let out a straggled cry.
“Sanctuary for my—” The visiting man's voice cuts short when he hears your cry, immediately finding your gaze. His eyes widen at the sight of you, flicking to your swollen belly for a split second, before coming back to your face. He lets out a shaky laugh, a grin splitting his face.
The woman at his side looks at him confused, before following his line of sight. Your eyes meet, and she falls to her knees, covering her mouth as she cries, tears streaming down her face.
You approach them slowly, not caring for the stares of the clan, nor the poignant look Tsahik Ronal is sending you.
You stand before your parents.
“Hello mother. Hello father. Oel ngati kameie.”
Neytiri jumps to her feet, wrapping in her arms tightly. Her cries burn your ears but you don’t care. They are matched only by your own. You feel your fathers arms wrap around you two, and you swear by the Great Mother, that this was perhaps the first time you’ve ever heard him cry. Your four siblings rush at you too, scrambling to get you into an embrace of their own.
You hear the tell-tale sigh of your Tsahik, and the low chuckle of Olo'eyktan Tonowari.
“I guess you have a lot of catching up to do, no?” He turns to the clan and addresses them. “Treat Jake Sully and his family as our brothers and sisters, just as you did with those who came before.” He calls for his eldest son and daughter, instructing them to teach Jake and his family just as they had taught you.
Your family untangles from one another, though your parents still have their hands on your shoulders. You take each of their hands in your own.
“[Y/N], I—”
“Hush, mother. Before you say anything, you too father, there is someone, two actually, you should meet first…” You pull them towards Miles. You turn your head to your siblings, gesturing with your head for them to follow too. You feel them tense, and a falter in their step. You gently squeeze their hands, releasing a shaking breath when you feel them squeeze back.
“Oel ngati kameie, Jake and Neytiri.” Miles says with perfect annunciation. They don’t say anything, but gesture to him with their hands. They are far too in shock, eyes instead focused on the two boys in his arms.
“Mom, dad, siblings…I’d like you to meet my sons, Rawm and Taxun,” you gesture to your boys accordingly, letting go of your parents hands, nervously threading your own fingers together in front of you.
You hear your siblings greet them with little waves, introducing themselves as their aunts and uncles. The boys are shy, and barely greet them back with tiny voices. Kiri runs to Spider, pulling him into a wordless hug as she cries into his shoulder.
“Hey kiddos, it’s nice to meet you. I’m your grandpa, Jake,” You father smiles at them big and goofy, tail swaying with joy.
“Pa Jake?” Rawm asks, bringing tears to the edge of your fathers eyes. He lets out a shaky laugh and nods.
“Yeah, that’s right. I’m your mama’s papa. Just like this man, is your papa.” He pats Miles on the shoulder, and the two share a look. You can see so much unspoken words exchange between them, Miles lowering his ears submissively. But your father gives him a kind smile. You can see in your mates eyes, even as he returns the smile, there is a hint of guilt there.
Your son surprises you then, reaching for your father, who happily takes him into his arms, smile widening.
You look to your mother then; filled with trepidation at her reaction. All of your anxiety shatters when you see her smile your boys.
“Hello little ones. I am your grandmother Neytiri. Your mama’s mama…” She wipes away a stray tear, and happily takes Taxun when he reaches for her.
She gently rocks him, patting his back with practiced ease. Your heart swells at the sight of your parents holding their grandchildren.
Neytiri’s eyes lift from your son then, to meet your mate’s gaze head on. She stares at him, studying him, but he doesn’t break the eye contact. She closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath, exhaling through her mouth. She opens her eyes and fixes him with a determined look.
“Oel ngati kameie, Miles Quaritch.” She nods to him, hand gesturing towards him in the proper greeting. “Thank you…for taking care of my daughter.”
His eyes widen at her words, and she smiles up at him, though it is small, as she hugs your son to her a little more tightly.
“Oel ngati kameie, [Y/N], my daughter…I am so happy, to see you, alive and well.” She touches a hand to your belly briefly, before returning to pat your sons back. “You too Spider…I am, pleased, to see you are doing well.”
Spider gives her a shy smile and a nod. Your brothers flank him, poking his sides and remarking on his larger frame, toned by years of swimming.
“Oel ngati kameie, mother, father, siblings. Welcome to our family.”
Everyone comes together, embracing in one giant hug, with you and Miles at the centre.
“Wherever we go, our family is our Fortress.” You father says.
“Sullys stick together,” Neteyam adds.
“And now, Quaritches too.” Your mother says, and with that, the dam breaks.
You cry tears of joy, safely nestled in the embrace of your family.
You couldn’t be happier.
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Author's Note: And that's a wrap people! Originally this was gonna end with Quaritch's "yeah me too" on the beach. But then it occurred to me, people would probably want a reunion with the family, so here we are!
Thank you so much to everyone who's followed along with what was supposed to be a horny one-shot that then turned into a mini series XD I look forward to seeing ya'll in my future works, so stay tuned!
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andreas-river · 6 months
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➷ Kinktober 2023
Day II: Overstimulation || Simon "Ghost" Riley
Cross-posted on Ao3.
TW: smut, overstimulation, vibrator, light bondage, creampie, aftercare.
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He was insatiable.
Simon was a hungry man, ready to devour every drop of your pleasure until you began to cry, to beg him to stop—at least for five minutes, to let you catch your long gone breath, now reduced to a panting and whimpering mess under him, his bare chest pressed firmly against your back as he thrust his hips in a fast pace, the wet sound of his cock driving into your wet pussy now imprinted in your mind, the erotic sound a melody that would follow you forever, even in your dreams.
A gasp escaped your lips, followed by a long moan as a third orgasm hit you in your guts, causing him to slow his pace, but there was a catch—the slowing down allowed your clit to remain pressed against the vibrator wand, tied tightly around your hips and thighs, and with your wrists cuffed above your head, It was impossible for you to move away from the constant vibrations of the toy, the stimulation was unbearable—but knowing there was nothing you could do to change that, the knot on your stomach still tight, on the verge of snapping again like a rubber band, but something was missing.
Maybe it was the way Simon slowly bucked his hips, bottoming out until his hips were pressed against the soft skin of your ass, then pulling out until the head remained pressed against your folds and stroking between them, repeating his motion and making you feel like you were there only for his pleasure, his personal toy to use as he pleased.
"Simon, please—" you were at his mercy, begging him to do more, pleading for release as if you were in a cage, but you had never felt so you, so free of everything. Judgments, people, all the bad things now dissolved away from your mind. He chuckles at your strained tone, a few tears falling from your eyes as he chuckles, his bare lips pressed against your ears and his hot breath sets your nerves on fire. "Oh you're so good for me, so beautiful begging like this," he finally quickened his pace, deep strokes intensifying and making your whole body shudder as your clit brushed vigorously against the vibrator, your body jerking and trashing beneath him.
And as his hips stutter and he came inside you, the coil finally snapped—your ears ringing, your mouth open as you screamed, but not a sound left your lips, and Simon swears he could have come a second time just from the look on your face, reliving what he defined as pure pleasure—giving yourself to him like that, trusting him with your body, your heart and your soul.
Your body fell slack on the mattress and Simon quickly pulled himself out, the towel ready on the bedside table, as well as his trusty knife, designed only to cut the ropes, being careful not to cut you. He picks you up and moves your tired body away from the vibrator, allowing you to finally catch your breath, chest heaving, but happy as never before.
Something cold is pressed against your lips, opening your eyes to see the familiar texture of a glass of water, hearing him grumble a 'good girl' that makes your heart flutter, the praise of his low tone like a lullaby to your ears.
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littlemoon-beam · 6 months
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A very quick little something for my sugar bee, @mac-and-thefox . If I could be there to hug you I would be in a heartbeat 🖤🖤🖤🖤
Mountain/Swiss hurt/comfort under the cut
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The doors locked when he tries it and his knocks go ignored. The only reason he doesn't kick it in is because he can smell him and hear the steady rhythm of his sleepy breathing.
Mountain sighs and walks away, off to start his ritual of pulling Swiss out of whatever darkness decided to sink its nasty claws into him.
He hates when Swiss gets like this, he's like the sun, everyone revolving around his light, leaning on him for his neverending love and his compassionate nature. The multi ghoul never realized just how much he meant to all of them, how much every single one of them felt his absence like like a full eclipse of the sun, light and warmth sucked straight from their bodies.
Mountain sees the shadows on their faces on his way to the greenhouse, Dew's sad dull eyes, Rain stumbling around like he's lost his compass, Aether rubs his temples with dark eyes. The girls are curled around Phantom in his room, a sad little puddle of twisted tails and quite whines.
No, he has no idea just how important he is, how valuable, how irreplaceable he is.
Mountain knows what goes on in his head, when the bitter words take over and Swiss runs out of strength to fight them. He tries, forces them down until it gets too much and overflows. He hides himself away, afraid to ask for help, afraid to be seen as a burden.
He couldn't be a burden even if he tried. They'd carry him through hell and back without complaint if it brought the smile back to his face.
He grabs a big handful of marigolds when he gets to the greenhouse, the ones he grew simply because they were Swiss' favorites.
When he had first been summoned and had gone to explore the grounds he'd stumbled on one tiny little marigold and he'd loved it, like a little bit of sunshine he could touch.
One of the groundskeepers mistook it for a weed and killed it. Swiss had been so heartbroken that Mountain planted an entire bed of them just for the multi ghoul.
He cried when they bloomed, arms wrapped tight around Mountain thanking him over and over.
He ties the stems together with a pretty ribbon and carries them back to the Abbey.
Dew is perched on the counter nibbling at a piece of toast, shoulders slumped, feet dangling over the edge.
"Hey firefly, wanna help me out?"
"With what?"
"Taking care of Swiss." He smiles at the way Dew's eyes light up when he nods. "Can you make the hot chocolate he likes? You always get it right."
He jumps off the counter and gets to work and Mountain takes a minute to watch him, to appreciate him for all that he is.
Mountain sets to making the Magdalena's, the one thing he'd gotten good at making over the years. Swiss had taught him, arms around his waist, smiling and licking his fingers clean.
He holds Dew on his lap while they bake, the mug in his hands to keep it warm. Hes quiet, ears drooping and Mountain kisses the top of his head.
"He'll be ok, Droplet, we'll get him back."
When the Magdalenas finish he plates them with berries he grew and the hot Chocolate Dew made, the bouquet in his hand. He kisses him quickly and heads off to Swiss' room.
Dew doesn't follow though he wants to, they don't want to invade and overwhelm him but as soon as he's out of it he's going to have his arms full of a clingy little fire ghoul.
The doors still locked but he picks it easily and Swiss grumbles low in his chest, a half hearted warning.
"Just me, spark."
"Mount I'm not-"
His voice is rough and Mountain can tell he's been crying. He curls up tighter under his blanket, pulling it over his head.
Mountain sits beside him, setting the plate and flowers on his nightstand.
"You don't have to talk, but I'm staying right here with you." He leans back against the headboard and kicks his legs up, crossed at his ankles. He lays a gentle hand on Swiss' back. "I'm not leaving you like this."
Swiss cries silently, body shaking and eventually he moves closer so Mountain can hold him. He wraps him in his arms, secure against his chest. He runs his fingers down his back until the tension slowly starts to fade.
"Mount I just-" He sniffles. "S'too hard this time. Can't do it by myself..."
"You're never alone, Spark." He kisses between his horns and holds him tighter. "You will never go through it alone."
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akaridream · 8 months
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please my prince (vegeta x reader)
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tags: vegeta x time patroller! reader, vegeta x saiyan! reader, mentor-mentee dynamic, afab reader
warnings: explicit content, MDNI; he’s kinda mean but not too bad, good girl, princess, bitch... but no spoilers for the fun stuff
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Vegeta had loved the female Saiyan battle suits since the day he hit puberty. The briefs left little to the imagination, showing off many warriors’ favorite assets. Though the story was that they allowed the most freedom of movement, attracting the eye of a potential mate was never too far from a Saiyan’s mind. As you stood in front of Vegeta stretching during a lull in your training session together, he admired your cheeky attire. You had the firm glutes and quads of a powerful warrior, after all. Your efforts shouldn’t go unappreciated. And they certainly didn’t.
Though your training sessions were productive, they were always plagued with an air of tension. As noble a warrior as he was, Vegeta was not immune to the wiles of a female, especially one of his own Saiyan heritage. Something inside him stirred at the sight of your tail swishing, hypnotizing him and making him wish he still had a tail of his own to flirt back at you with. His mind-numbing attraction to you made training sessions an exercise in self-control. When was the last time he had even seen a female Saiyan, let alone one of your impressive power? What would happen if he overstepped the line and made a move on you?
Little did he know, you also struggled to maintain your composure around him. With his widow’s peak and chiseled body, he was a living picture of Saiyan perfection. His narrow waist and hips were well balanced by wide shoulders and a tower of wild hair. His silhouette made you claw half-moons into your palms at the sight. How could any man be so fucking hot?
It was quite the privilege to train with him, too. Only a handful of Time Patrollers had adequate power levels to satisfy the prince. You had the honor of becoming his first Saiyan trainee, garnering special treatment, but not with extra leeway or praise. Vegeta’s regimen bordered on cruel, only because he knew you could handle it. He saw the fire, the passion for battle that blazed in your rich black eyes. He felt the immense power behind your blows. He heard the rage of the oozaru in your battle cry.
“Saiyan men crave strong women,” he recalled telling Kakarot once, and there was no denying it. You were strong. And he craved you.
Many shameful nights, he had gone to the locker room showers at the Patroller Academy with a raging erection thanks to you. Too proud to relent, however, he opted for a cold shower rather than gratify himself. Tonight was shaping up to have the same outcome. The sun had set and the gymnasium at the academy had long since cleared out, leaving only you and your mentor to train on the wrestling mats. The air conditioner had kicked off after dark, leaving you to pine over a shirtless Vegeta with drops of sweat racing down his pecs. You breathed deeply into your stretch, closing your eyes and folding forward to touch your toes. Vegeta closed his eyes too, if only to keep them off your ass. He still had plenty of combinations left to drill into you, he couldn’t deal with a hard-on now. There would be no hiding it in his compression shorts.
“Come on, you’ve slacked off long enough,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m sick of you wasting my damn time. Run the last combo again.”
You continued to stretch, unperturbed. “I’m feeling tight and trying to avoid pulling a muscle,” you snarled. “Plus, I know you’re enjoying the view.”
Vegeta’s face caught on fire, making him turn his back to you. “Shut the hell up, woman! The only thing I’m enjoying is knocking some sense into that smart mouth of yours.”
The tip of your tail twitched and your heart began to race. If there was one thing a Saiyan loved as much as a physical fight, it was a good verbal spar.
“Yeah yeah, I might take you more seriously if you had landed a solid blow on me today. Pretty sure I’ve blocked just about everything you’ve thrown at me,” you said.
Vegeta scoffed and turned back to you. Annoyed, he kneed you in the butt, knocking you off balance. You squealed and rolled forward into a somersault.
“The fuck was that for?” you asked, peering up from the ground at a smug mentor.
“Didn’t block that one, did you?” Vegeta said, raising an eyebrow.
You rolled your eyes. “I could have swept you if I wanted. But I don’t want to continue to show up my own teacher. He’s got an ego the size of this planet, don’t want to bruise it.”
“Just get off your lazy ass and run the combo!” he roared as he stood over you. “Why the hell I tolerate you, I don’t even know.”
You smirked and got to your feet, wrapping your tail around your waist. “Like I said, you enjoy the view, Prince.”
Unamused, he came at you with a flurry of powerful blows before you were ready. You managed to dodge and block them, then came in with the combination you had been practicing. He blocked then countered with a swift palm strike, sending you flying. You landed on your feet, then launched back at your mentor, throwing in a wicked elbow straight for his head. With almost no effort, Vegeta slipped past you and kicked with a grunt. You barely leaned back in time, watching his muscled calf fly straight past your nose. Before you could recover, he grabbed a fistful of your black hair and smashed your face into the mat, knee on your spine for good measure. You groaned and tried to get up to no avail.
“Pathetic,” Vegeta growled. “Bragging about your blocking ability but you didn’t see that coming.”
“Because that was a dirty move, Jeet.”
He scoffed and pressed his knee harder into your back. “Do you think Frieza fights clean? Or how about Janemba? Or maybe you think Broly will fight honorably?”
You continued to struggle between his weight and the floor but he kept you pinned. You looked up at him over your shoulder as he leaned down to your ear.
“You’re weak. Just admit you can’t handle my training and give up.”
“Fuck you,” you grumbled.
“Huh? Couldn’t quite hear that, sweetheart. You want me to go easy on you because you’re no stronger than an infant earthling?”
Your nostrils flared and you clawed into the mat. Rage bloomed from deep within you and your hair began to glow blonde.
“I said fuck you Vegeta!” you roared as you threw him off and across the mat. A glint of pride flickered across Vegeta’s face as he stood and barreled towards you with another attack.
You traded blow after blow, matching his power and speed. You gritted your teeth as you sparred and he continued to block your every move.
“That’s it! Push it harder! This is your life you’re fighting for! I’ll send you through the roof if you hold back on me!” Vegeta yelled in your face. He watched as your eyes glowed with intensity in Super Saiyan form, hitting your stride as you fought.
You grunted with each strike, crying out in annoyance as he easily deflected you, then gave you a shove just to show how much of a gap there still was between your power levels. Teeming with frustration, you balled your fists and breathed deep, building your energy.
“I’m not holding back!” you barked with a fully charged punch. You caught your mentor on the cheek, but just barely, causing him to stumble for a moment. You lunged in with a swift knee to his solar plexus, driving him straight back and onto the ground. One knee on his chest and the other by his hip, you pinned him to the mat, crossing a forearm over his neck and holding one of his thick biceps down. His eyes narrowed as you panted over him like a raging bull, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.
“That punch was not part of the combo,” he snarled.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Princess. Did you think I was gonna fight clean?”
“Tch, you damn brat!”
Vegeta’s eyes flashed blue, his hair flaring to a brilliant gold as he quickly reversed your positions, rolling you onto your back. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them next to your head while he straddled one of your legs. His face was dangerously close to yours before you knew what happened.
Your breaths mingled in the thin air between you. Hearts beating wildly, you watched the inky black return to his irises as yours did the same. You unwrapped your tail from your waist and allowed it to brush against Vegeta’s leg. The golden glow faded from you both and you realized just what you were feeling against your thigh.
“V… Vegeta, are you…” you panted.
The look in his eye grew dark as his gaze darted to your lips. Bristling with a different energy, you extended your neck to meet him with a searing hot kiss.
His grip on your wrists grew tight as he mashed his lips back against yours. He allowed his weight to press into you as you kissed, his tongue beginning to explore.
“The hell was that for?” he breathed against your mouth. Your tongue met his and teased him, drawing him into you.
“You were practically begging for it.” He let go of your wrists to tangle one hand in your hair, giving him leverage to attack your mouth just how he wanted. His tongue was hot yet soft, enticing you to chase and play along. Your hands couldn’t stay off his body. You traced down his sides, feeling the dips between his sculpted muscles. You made your way to his hips, then his taut buttocks, gripping and urging him to drag his hardened cock against your leg. Vegeta chuckled.
“A prince begs for nothing, you damn minx,” he growled.
You moaned as his tongue swirled against yours. “Tell me you’ll fuck me, Vegeta.”
He kissed his way to your neck, sucking and nibbling your tender flesh. “Hmph, now who’s begging?”
You whined as his free hand started to explore over your breastplate. “I… I’m not begging.”
“Really?” He chuckled darkly. “Then what do you call those noises, hm?”
You started to move your hips, searching for friction against your throbbing clit. “I’m not some submissive little girl,” you said.
Vegeta stilled your hip and sucked a mark onto your collar bone. “No, you’re just a Saiyan bitch in heat who wants the prince to satisfy her.”
You roughly grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked him back to your mouth. “I’m not that desperate, especially not for you.”
He denied your kiss and held your gaze. “Your actions speak louder than your words, woman,” he said, ghosting a finger over your slit. Your throat tightened as he pressed against your throbbing clit, trying not to let him know just how needy you really were. But as he locked his eyes with yours, you couldn’t ignore the intense, pulsing desire you felt for him, allowing a moan to fall from your lips.
“Fuck, so what if I am?” you whined. “What if I do want you that bad?”
He smirked. “You gave in to me so easily. Why the hell should I reward you?”
“Because you want me, too.”
He snickered and graced you with a rough kiss.
“You think you’re that special, huh?” he said.
You gave his lower lip a gentle bite, eliciting a low groan and hard drag of his cock against your leg.
“Not really. But I think I know a horny man when I see one.”
Vegeta smirked and repositioned himself between your legs, humping against your clothed core agonizingly slowly. A hot breath escaped you and your nails dug into his hips.
“Mm, Vegeta,” you moaned.
“You’re going to take me like a good girl, you got it?” he asked, creating a blissful rhythm against you. You nodded. “And you’re going to let your prince use you just how he wants, right?”
You nodded again. “Yes. You can have me Prince Vegeta.” Pleasure was building quickly as he dry humped you. Your whines echoed through the empty gym, reminding you that anyone could walk in at any moment.
Another desperate kiss betrayed the prince’s feelings: he needed you, too. He stripped off your armor, leaving you in a strappy sports bra and your briefs. He rolled you onto your stomach and ran his hands up the backs of your thighs.
“If it wasn’t for this perfect ass of yours, we wouldn’t be in this situation,” he said, thumbs brushing against the bottom of your buttocks. He gave a light smack, making you bite your lip and wiggle your hips.
“I knew you loved it,” you teased. He gave a harder smack as your tail began to flit excitedly.
He removed your briefs slowly, revealed your muscular ass in all its glory. “The fact that it belongs to the hottest Saiyan woman I’ve ever seen doesn’t hurt either.”
You grinned as he tossed your briefs aside, his eyes devouring your drooling slit. Your tail swished with an enticing rhythm. Vegeta couldn’t keep his hands off you and he ran his calloused palms over the developing spank mark before gliding a fingertip over your most sensitive parts.
“Need it, my prince,” you sighed.
His cock ached. “You’ll get it when I decide you’re ready.”
He plunged a finger deep into your velvetty walls, but it only served to make you want more. You craved the deep stretch his cock would provide. Vegeta twisted his wrist as he withdrew his finger, then penetrated back into you with force. The slick, shiny arousal coated his finger and began to drip down his knuckle as it rammed against you. Your tail wrapped tightly around his wrist, urging him to continue.
He positioned you with one leg bent up and your ass arched high into the air, a gorgeous angle to see your aching pussy. Impatient and painfully hard, Vegeta added a second finger, scissoring the pair apart as he pulled out from you. The pressure against your insides caused you to cry out and press your forehead hard into the mat. You balled your fists and moaned his name as he gradually stretched you further.
“Please, need your cock,” you breathed between moans. Vegeta gave a dark chuckle and began removing his shorts. You watched him over your shoulder, his cock heavy and thick as it sprang free. You salivated at the sight.
“Can I have you in my mouth?” you asked, starting to sit up.
He grabbed the back of your neck and returned your face to the mat. “No. I want you like this. Now get your ass up nice and high for me.”
You obeyed, arching your back to display your cunt for the prince. He kept his hand on your neck as he caressed your backside, then allowed his cock to rest against you.
“Good girl. Now take me. Take me like the bitch you are.”
He teased your entrance with his cockhead, dragging it to brush against your clit then back to your awaiting slit. On his knees over you, he firmly started pressing the head into you, watching it disappear, then reappear with your arousal covering it. He moaned your name in praise as he pushed himself in further.
“That’s it, take my cock,” he panted. Your back muscles clenched as he sheathed himself.
“Fuuuuck, you feel so good!” you cried. “Fuck me Prince, please.”
Vegeta’s hips rocked into yours as he bottomed out, giving you the delicious stretch you craved. Your tail instinctively wrapped around one of his thighs as he withdrew. Your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as the prince worked up to a rough rhythm, pounding you into the mat.
“Ahh! Fuck yes, fuck yes Vegeta,” you moaned as your hands clawed the mat for purchase. You dug your elbows in and threw your hips back against him as he fucked you, flesh smacking flesh in a sinful sound that echoed off the concrete walls.
“Your cunt is perfect,” he grunted. “Fucking perfect.” He watched each thrust ripple through your ass, driving his quickly approaching orgasm. Laying over you, he kissed, sucked and bit at your shoulders as he fucked you. His cock drove deep and hard making you whine in delight.
“Keep making those sounds for me, princess,” he commanded in your ear. “Knew you’d be a good girl, knew you’d beg for your prince.”
“Mm, anything for you Vegeta. Wanted you to fill me up for so long!”
His speed and power increased as he neared his climax. His breaths were short, exasperated gasps of pleasure accentuated by groans and moans from deep in his throat.
“You want me to cum in your tight little cunt? That what you want?” he asked, biting at your ear. You couldn’t even form words and only nodded and moaned.
He grunted with a fiery passion as he pounded you with bruising force. He held your hip firmly in place, fucking you like he’d never get another chance. His sounds became more broken, more honeyed until he finally snapped his pelvis against your plush ass with a guttural moan.
“Gahh, ahh ah ahh!” Vegeta cried out, nearly knocking the breath out of you as he came with powerful final thrusts. You whimpered beneath him, squeezing his pulsing cock with your walls. He panted desperately as he came down from his high, collapsing fully onto you while staying sheathed in your heat. As your tail loosened its grip on his thigh, he reached down to twirl it between his fingers. The intimate gesture filled your stomach with warmth as he laid his weight into you. Once the prince caught his breath, he brushed your wild hair away and nuzzled into the back of your neck. 
“Fucking perfect, perfect little cunt. But now that I’ve gotten my way,” his voice rasped. “It’s your turn, my princess.” Your heart jolted at his suggestion.
“Not tapping out?” you chuckled as he played with your tail.
He scoffed. “Just because I come first doesn’t mean you don’t come at all. Need to feel you shaking in my arms.”
Vegeta finally pulled out from your pussy, causing his cum to spill out and onto the mat, leaving you empty, but not yet spent. You rolled onto your back and sat up, finally stripping off your bra. The prince’s eyes grew hungry at the sight of your breasts. Vegeta returned his lips to yours in a slow, sensual kiss, surprising you after how forcefully he had fucked you. His hands roamed all over your neck, into your hair, over your nipples as he lapped at your tongue. You wrapped your arms around his muscled shoulders, pressing chest to chest as you made out, steamy breaths in between kisses.
Vegeta sat back on the mat with his legs wide and invited you to sit between them, back against his firm pectorals and abs. He brushed your hair away and bit your ear before breathing sweet nothings into it.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “So incredibly sexy, it’s been driving me mad.” You sighed as his hands caressed your skin, kneading your thigh and breast as he kissed your neck. “Took you damn long enough to make your move, you know,” he said.
You laughed and melted into his touch like a wilting flower. “Oh, you know Saiyan women. We like to tease. But I just couldn’t keep my hands off you any longer.”
Vegeta licked and sucked your skin, his head dizzy at the soft mewls you let out. His fingers began to tease your sensitive entrance, still slick with his cum. He traced around the perimeter, then upward over your clit. You shuddered and moaned.
“That’s it, princess. Let me make you tremble,” he growled.
He pinched and pulled at your nipple with one hand and worked your pussy with the other, dipping his fingers deep inside and using the heel of his palm to rub your clit. You writhed against his chest and clawed into his thigh while he twirled your tail around his hand. He gave it a light squeeze, sending a pulse of pleasure up through your spine.
“Mnnh, Vegeta, you’re so fucking good,” you breathed as he finger-fucked you. You matched his rhythm with your hips as the intensity began building. You turned your head to the side and kissed him feverishly, moaning into his mouth. The taste of his tongue was addicting. 
His fingers slid into you with the most perfect friction, hitting your sweet spot thrust after thrust. Vegeta wrapped an arm around your waist, as if any space between your bodies was too much. He pressed his head against yours as you chased and humped his hand. You clutched his bulging forearm, guiding him to touch you just right.
Feeling the steady approach of white-hot bliss, you squealed. “Mm! Gonna cum!” 
“Do it. Cum for me. Cum for your prince.”
You called his name, clinging to him tightly as the rush came. “Haaahhh, fuck Vegeta!” you cried out. Your back arched like a cracking whip and shock waves of sweet euphoria crashed over you. Your body quaked just like he wanted, making him chuckle in pride.
“That’s it,” he cooed in your ear as he stroked your tail and nuzzled against you. You clenched his fingers within you as he pressed his palm into your clit, coaxing out more shuddering pleasure. “That’s my princess.”
“Goddamn, that was so good,” you praised, collapsing into him completely as the aftershocks pulsed through you.
He kissed your shoulder, licking the salt of your sweat. “You’re too fucking loud, you brat. You want the whole city to know what we’re up to?”
You laughed and shoved Vegeta to the ground so you could lay on top of him. “I don’t give a shit. They deserve to know who made me cum so hard.”
He smirked and held you against his sweaty chest. “Damn right.”
“And you weren’t exactly quiet either, Prince of all Saiyans,” you teased, feeling his cock had hardened again. You reached down to stroke it, but he caught your wrist and brought it to his lips.
“I have self-control when I need to.” He closed his eyes and kissed your wrist and fingers. “We should hit the showers for the night.”
You hummed and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, you made quite a mess of me. Thought you might be interested in another round, but if you don’t have the stamina-”
His eyes shot open and he squeezed your hand. “I didn’t say we should hit the showers separately, did I?”
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andraxicated · 2 years
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what do we have in common? we're reliable with the ladies!
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Pairings: childe, itto, kaeya, ayato x f! reader (it's them four who else would it be?)
Synopsis: rich playboy genshin men hcs!
Tags: fluff | rich douchebags | degradation | suggestive | profane language |
a/n: this prompt ( A WINTER'S BALL—HAMILTON) sounded so wonderful in my head but I can't seem to write shit for it. had to redo the whole idea...
milestone event masterlist!
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Childe
he is the king of banger parties; you attend it and you'd find yourself together with the noise and adrenaline. when you're there, be prepared for the loud splash coming from up above: it's childe diving into the pool for you to be amazed. kudos to his risky effort to win your heart but you weren't that easy to please.
well, his hair pushed back and abs glistening with water is a treat to the ladies' eyes. (yours too)
he'd have his siblings lead you to a private part of the mansion, away from the noise and drunkards. you'd both find yourself meeting in quite a romantic setting, a jacuzzi between you two and childe acting surprised like "wow, never expected to meet you here".
it ends up with you dipping in the tub with him at a safe distance in case he tries something funny. but the only thing he does funny is making you laugh as you sip on your champagne, telling stories and clearing up rumors of himself in the process.
"how many girls have you led into this backyard?" you ask with a playful smile
"one. they never went past the party area." childe says as he takes a swig of fire-water while nervously peeking for your expression.
"really?" "yeah, although that one is a little tough to break" he says as he puts down the glass on a table and inches closer to you. the hot water and the heating atmosphere sets the mood for what's about to happen that night. all planned by this clever fox who had a fair experience with these kinds of situations.
"I'm pretty sure she'd let you break her" you whisper seductively to his ear, snapping all of childe's self-control and patience. he harshly grabs you by the nape and crashes your lips together. not bothering to ask access for your tongue, he just pushes it in and ravages your mouth.
his hands fiddle with the strap of your bikini top and pushes it down past your arms. you part lips with him to catch your breath, but this man is insatiable as he attaches himself immediately to the top of your breasts.
"parading around in skimpy bikinis every time we party but dressing modestly when you're with your family..." he chuckles and looks up to you.
"stop acting like a good girl" childe provokes with a scowl on his face and bites down your skin, hand covering your lips to keep your slutty mouth shut.
Kaeya
the one which daughters of high society label as a "manwhore": kaeya alberich.
they'd talk shit about him after getting a fill of his dick, crying and dirtying his name when he kicks them out of his penthouse. at this point, his reputation was as dirty as the names he calls them in bed. kaeya thinks they should've been at least thankful after spending the night with him.
if you get entangled with him, the relationship he could give you is as far as a fuck buddy because kaeya doesn't keep girlfriends. and you're fine with that, you just needed a casual thing and test out the rumors of how good this guy can be.
he's soon got your arms together behind your back, tanned fingers inside your mouth, tears running down your cheek as you face the clouds and feel him thrusting inside. congratulations, you're now both a member of the mile high club!
"mhm? it hurts?" kaeya's feather-light touches land on the sides of your body making you squirm in his embrace. "don't even try to make a sound" he dangerously remarks as he pushes in further.
fucking 35,00 feet up in the air in first class was a cross mark on the sex bucket list you made with him. those secret rendezvous are nice and mind-blowing but kaeya finds himself craving for something more, something different, and something real.
so when he asks you to stay the night, you can't help but stop dressing and just sit down beside him on his bed.
"what is it?" you ask as you snuggle back into the comforter.
"how do you feel about going back home with me?" kaeya's voice cracked midway that you giggled at him so cutely, sad that he can't focus on that because he's too nervous about your answer.
"what do you mean back home?" "you know...our winery at the countryside. there's unlimited wine, isn't that fun?" the last of his confidence attempts to entice you while his fingers gently pulls your chin.
your mind blanks for a second until you realize he wants to take you home to see his family. 'oh'. the world spins as your heart clenches strongly; he's never done anything like this. it's just you, only you.
and he really knows how to make a woman feel special huh.
"cool" "cool?" kaeya hums, puzzled by your response. "it's cool to breathe in the fresh air of the countryside. besides, I'd like to meet your father and your brother too." your wide-eyed self replies to him with a smile, one that made kaeya stop breathing. he kisses the top of your head while jokingly saying: "I'll show you who's the better brother" and you shove him away in a fit of giggles. you certainly have your own reserves about him but it suddenly didn't matter when you let your guard down and fell asleep to his scalp massage.
if someone saw kaeya's face that night, they would immediately run to their phone and proclaim the playboy is in love.
Itto
this one is a huge blockhead and dates women just because they're fun to be with, everyone is his buddy. as soon as itto sits on a chair, girls in bodycon dresses would come flocking to him, desperately squeezing themselves in whatever space is available.
you'd be watching the spectacle from across the room, turning around when the sight gets uncomfortable to watch; only to let yourself fall prey to itto's hungry eyes.
he's feasting on your backless dress, red eyes trailing down the curves of your body; wondering how good it would look on top of him with his large hands crushing your hips.
every party, every occasion he would attend is all the same: all eyes on Itto but he's looking at you.
of course, you'd start to feel the burn of his gaze, and when you turn around to find the source, you'd see his legs spread and eyes dark with desire.
you know that look, after all you've seen it directed towards you a hundred times. and so you'd form some kind of telepathy with him. going out the door and leaning against the club building to wait for this idiotic man. if he didn't get that, well fuck him and his stupid brain.
itto would go after you like a dog, standing up and shoving whoever stands in his way, mind going delirious if he ever fucking lost you.
"stop right there" he looks down to see a ysl stiletto stopping in his tracks, he traces the feet to the legs to the body and to the face. there he finds you tilting your head playfully; his unbuttoned shirt, lipstick marks on his collar, and the strong smell of women's perfume were all on blatant display.
"you look like you'd just got out of a dangerous situation" your voice takes a playful lilt as you step forward to initiate. itto then would stare at you and realize what the hell is going on.
dude makes a complete 180-degree change while you see a flush covering his cheek, mouth stammering and eyes staring blankly into your soul. he would be so confident in front of many people but it all shrinks down when he's all alone with a woman. they make him nervous :((
"so...what did you want to do?" itto asks as he sheepishly scratches his head and chuckles as you stand there flabbergasted.
needless to say, it was the worst first meeting ever and completely destroyed on how you perceived him. prepare to suddenly get invited to a ryokan or dinner as a token of apology from this nervous mess of a man.
itto doesn't care about rules or shit, he even once had a delinquent era back at his schooldays. who takes a girl home on the first date? arataki fucking itto. (he definitely got a confidence pep talk from his gang)
and he'd have you a crying mess by the end of the night, passed out soundly at the crack of dawn and legs hurting as he greets you in the kitchen with a round two of yesterday night.
Ayato
you've probably seen him before, Kamisato Ayato who got featured in Time magazine as a 'next generation leader'. after all, he's the one who cleverly saved his family company after his father's sudden passing.
he's young and has already built a name for himself in the world. mature, rich, respectful, handsome...he's everything you're looking for in a man.
you won't see him at pool parties or nightclubs, but in luxurious restaurants and hotels where he often holds meetings with fellow business partners.
as the sole heiress of your father's company, you need a suitable husband that has some value for you to use. your secretary hands a portfolio of suitable men that may fit your standard but oh how they get filtered out so quickly. one of your father's main concern is how no man will ever meet your sky high standard. he's distressed that his lovely daughter will end up alone and get eaten by cunning businessmen while she has no one to back her when he's gone.
the heavens have answered your father's prayer as you stop take a look at ayato's profile instead of chucking it to the bin.
"have you found the candidate miss?" your secretary asks in a hopeful tone. "hmmm, he's actually okay but we don't know anything about him so we need to be careful. he might steal the company under my nose when we get married." you say as you and your secretary shiver at the thought. nonetheless, you ask her to investigate him and get an opportunity for dinner.
turns out, ayato's private affairs are mostly a secret thanks to his capable retainers. but as a young adult, he didn't escape the media as he used to party so fucking hard and kept flings left and right until it was time to grow up.
you kept that information in mind as you sit across him in a private setting of a dinner. why does this feel so awkward? you've passed by each other on numerous occasions before but neither pays any mind to the other. well, that's what you thought but ayato has had his eyes on you ever since he saw you at your social debut, precisely his father's birthday party. both of you were young back then so he didn't dare pursue this cute girl he saw. it was a nice fleeting dream to be in love with you though.
so imagine ayato's delight to converse with you years later, revel in your beauty and the elegance you hold. he was such a nice man to be around, you thought it would be a stuffy atmosphere but he actually made you feel at ease!
gone was the gentleman ayato when he manhandles you to the bed and traps you with his strong body. heat rushing down quickly to your core as his lips tickle between your breasts, slithering to your clenching tummy and down to your throbbing entrance.
"didn’t your father say that he wanted a grandchild as soon as possible?" ayato asks out of the blue as he comes back to hover above you. " wha—ahh!" you couldn't even answer when you moan automatically from his teasing fingers. tears prickle your eyes when he grips your boob harshly, along with his teeth biting the soft flesh of your ear.
"maybe we'll give him a present soon. so allow me to finish inside you." ayato whispers in a low voice as he inserts his long finger inside your entrance. your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he perfectly hits the spot that makes you squirm.
all the good things said about ayato was completely erased from your mind as he devilishly shows you his expertise when he fucks you against the window, overlooking a gorgeous view of the city lights.
men with experience are different indeed.
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ugh finally done. I was so scared because I had writers block ><
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thestrangestthings · 1 year
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begging {billy x reader}
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warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, folks), previously established Steve x Reader, cheating, pet names (whore, sweetheart, slut), degradation, humiliation, sub!Reader, mean dom!Billy, begging, pussy slapping, teasing, slight breeding kink?
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Billy presses you harder against the wooden door, leaning down to whisper in your ear.
“What would Steve think if he saw you like this?” Billy asks, “So desperate for me to fuck you? His innocent little girl friend, begging for me to destroy her sweet pussy?”
Your cheeks grow hot with embarrassment, but his degrading words make you whimper and squirm as the space between your legs gets warmer and slicker. 
“Come on, baby, let me hear it.” he eggs you on, “Tell me how fucking needy you are. How badly you need me to fuck your little whore cunt. Tell me Steve isn’t good enough and you need a man like me to show you what real pleasure is.”
You turn your head further away, squeezing your eyes shut, the humiliation setting your whole body, but mostly your core, on fire. 
“Come on,” He pushes your arms higher up, and you cry out, back arching away from him. The hand not holding your arms flips your skirt up, yanking it high enough your arousal soaked underwear is bear to him. “Say it.” He demands, his large hand whipping out to hit your clit. 
You whimper, hips jolting back, chasing the sensation. “I want it!” You gasp out, finally. 
“Nuh uh, the whole thing sweetheart. I want to hear you say the whole thing.”
This time Billy yanks your underwear down, the thin, lacey material falling to catch on your knees, and slips a single finger in between your two puffy lips. He circles your entrance, then barely grazes your clit, teasing you. 
“I need you.” You whimper, pressing back on his hand, trying to make him add even the slightest bit more pressure to your clit. Your attempts are in vain, his hand still tightly holding your wrists to the expanse between your shoulder blades. “I need you to fuck me! Please, Billy, please!” You cry out, desperately shoving your hips back, even at the expense of your shoulders that begin to ache from the position. 
Billy chuckles darkly, grabbing your chin harshly with the same hand that was just on your pussy, smearing juices across your chin as he turns your head back just enough to look at him. 
“Oh darling, I am going to ruin you.”
Billy presses his lips tightly to yours, releasing your chin to unbuckle his belt and then unzip his pants. He doesn’t brother to strip either of them. Simply taking his cock from his tight jeans and positioning it at your entrance. He guides himself in at a careless pace, not stopping to consider that you’ve never taken a cock this big, that you might need prep. 
You moan into his mouth, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. He begins hitting your g-spot almost immediately, expertly slamming into it with every thrust. The hand on your hip dives under your skirt to press harsh circles to your clit. You cry out at the combination of sensations, the pain in your shoulders and arms, the hot tingling spreading throughout your abdomen, the tightening knot in your core. 
Billy notices the minute your thighs begin to shake, and he laughs humorlessly, “So fucking pathetic. You’re already about to cum and I’ve barely even fucked you.” He slams his hips into you harder than before, pushing your body up the wall as you’re forced onto your tippy-toes. “So fucking desperate for my cock and yet you can barely take it, huh?”
He tries to reposition his hips to fuck into your deeper, but he’s too big and can’t fit all of himself inside of you. "Is this all you can take, slut?”
You let out a high-pitched whine, entire body trembling as you’re thrown over the edge. Your cum coats his cock, smearing across the front of his jeans and the insides of your thighs. As you come back to earth you can feel some dribbling down your legs. 
Billy doesn’t slow down at all, continuing to use your fucked-out pussy to get himself off, even as you squirm and huff from the over stimulation. 
“Please, Billy,” You beg, “It’s too much. I can’t-” You’re cut off by Billy shoving the hand just on your cunt into your mouth, gagging you with his fingers. 
“Shut the fuck up. I haven’t even filled you up once yet, we are far from being done.” He spits, leaning his face close enough you can smell the mint on his breath and feel it beating down on your cheek. “I want you to beg for every load of cum I’m going to fuck into you today."
You feel equal amounts of shame and arousal, unable to admit to yourself how much his words turn you on. If anyone else were to speak to you like this you would have slapped them across the mouth, but when it’s coming from the mouth of Billy Hargrove, the biggest asshole you know, the enemy of your beloved boyfriend, it heats up every inch of your skin. 
“I said beg.” He demands, his voice leaving no room for negotiation. 
“F-Fill me,” You beg, squeezing your eyes shut as though it will save you some embarrassment.
“You can do better than that.”
“F-Fill my cunt, Billy,” You gasp, “Please, please, please, fill me with your cum, please!”
And Billy does just that. His hips stutter, thrusts faltering, and you can feel it as hot streams coat your insides, deeper than Steve had ever reached inside of you. He continues his thrusts, milking himself, before slowly pulling out. Before too much can escape, he releases your arms and crouches, pulling you underwear up and tight to your pussy, trapping the cum.  
He stands back up, only to swing you around and force you to your knees. 
“Now let's see how good you are at cleaning your messes.”
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cherryrogers · 1 year
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➳ hellfire
pairing: dutch van der linde x f!reader
warnings: smut, angst if you squint, dutch is kinda toxic lol who knew??
summary: That’s what Dutch Van der Linde does; he burns.
word count: 1.3k
a/n: me write a smut fic without the use of ‘good girl’ challenge (impossible)
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His fingertips are tail-ends of lit cigarettes on your hips, scorching marks into your flesh.
That’s what Dutch Van der Linde does; he burns.
Spits flames like a wildfire when he’s angry. Incinerates his enemies with gunfire and blazing vengeance. Sets your body afire with red-hot lust that’s pain and pleasure flickering dangerously as one flame.
He’s hellfire. He burns and destroys, but he also ignites.
“My darling girl,” He utters, languidly dragging himself in and out of you. “You are just divine.”
His thighs are hot against the back of your own even through the material of his trousers, strong from the years of riding horseback and running between towns to avoid the law. You like when he sits you on them, takes you from below and lands his lips on your neck, his chest pressed to yours.
Tonight, he doesn’t take you so intimately. With passion. Romance. Tenderness.
Tonight, he needs to fuck. To be deep and snug inside your ever-heavenly heat. To be grounded. A reminder that there’s things much more worth his time than filthy O’Driscolls or pestering lawmen.
Things like his girl on her hands and knees, naked as the day you was born and laid out in front of him like a gift sent from God. A fallen angel with heaven between your thighs, only for him to find solace and utter euphoria in.
When Dutch fucks, it isn’t rough. It isn’t quick and over with before you know it. It’s slow. It’s agonising. His strokes are sedated yet impossibly deep. Desperate whimpers fall from your lips as you chase the pleasure, the pleasure Dutch grants you at his own pace. He’ll watch you squirm under him as if you’re utterly starved of his cock, and he’ll bask in the amount of control he has over you. He’ll fuck you slow until the sheets are wet with your tears, until he knows that your high driven by his touch is the only thing that can relieve your pain, and he’ll let you let go.
Matchstick after matchstick he’ll light and let fizzle out, until he finally decides to set your fire ablaze.
“Fuck, Dutch.” You cry as the man pulls out, leisurely rubbing the head of his cock against your folds. Your clit thrums at the pressure.
He marvels at the slick glistening on your skin, coating your lips and trickling down your inner thighs, evidence of his magnificence. He can make men shake in fear and you tremble in utmost pleasure, in desperation.
His hands plant on your waist and roll you over. Heat flushes across your face, realising the tears escaping your eyes are free for him to see, tears that’ve taken the black liquid on your lashes with them. You raise your hands to wipe them away, but Dutch is quick to stop you, wrapping a large hand around both of your wrists with ease. He pushes them above your head, lowers his mouth to the wet skin of your cheeks, and collects the salty shows of ecstasy with his lips. 
Between your legs, he takes his cock with his other hand and slides back into you. It’s heaven and hell and everywhere inbetween, the drag of his thick length, the depth of his strokes and the sheer lack of haste he’s making to draw you to your climax.
Does he enjoy torturing you so?, you wonder. Can torture be pleasurable? Can it leave you impossibly exhausted yet yearning for more?
“So damn pretty when you cry for me, aren’t you?” Dutch rasps, catching your lips in a bruising kiss. It’s not a question. He likes when you’re crying for his cock, for your sweet release that feels so close yet painfully far.
“Please, Dutch,” You sigh into his mouth, head hazy with every push of his tip against your sweet spot, the pace of his ruts all too slow. “I need— oh.”
His thumb draws circles on your clit, and his dark brows furrow. “Need?” He murmurs in your ear, his breath hot. ”I will tell you exactly what you need.”
Fully sheathing himself inside of you, he tightens his grip on your wrists, pausing his thrusts and lifting a knuckle to trail down your cheek.
“You need… to have faith,” He says. Of course. “Have faith…” He slams inside you hard suddenly, prompting a broken whimper from your throat. “That I know what’s best for you.”
His lips trail across your neck, then he nips at your collarbone. There’ll be bruises littering the skin there in the morning. “And you know what’s best for you, sweet girl?”
Pleasure builds at your core at the heat of his mouth, his thumb on your swollen clit, his cock filling you to the brim.
Then, his voice in your ear. Clear as day amid the haze of your thoughts.
“Me.”
You cry out as you finally unravel, clenching tightly around him as you come. He hums at your body’s reaction, slowly riding you through it with gentle swipes over your over sensitive bud.
Tears fall down your face, and you don’t bother to try and hide them now. Everything about Dutch Van der Linde is overwhelming. His size, his power, his ability to make you come and cry and feel pain and pleasure all at once. He’s molten lava, melting you into nothing.
He pulls out soon afterwards, pumping his length a few times with knitted brows before his hot seed decorates your stomach. A sigh of satisfaction elicits from his lips, watching as he paints your skin, marking you as his own.
His other hand removes itself from your arms still stuck above your head, and a part of you misses the feeling as you roll out your wrists.
Dutch slowly wipes a hand up your stomach, collecting his ejaculation with two thick fingers before bringing them to your mouth. You let him slide them through your plush lips, the familiar salty taste lansing on your tastebuds. He watches silently as you lick them dry, entranced by your willing submission.
“Good girl,” He utters lowly, running a thumb over your bottom lip, then underneath your eyes, getting rid of the wetness there. “Such a delicate thing.”
There’s a certain look in his eyes, one you can’t quite decipher. “One day,” He says. “I fear I might just break you.”
Suddenly, the weight of him against your hips lifts, and Dutch is sitting on the edge of the cot, buttoning his trousers back up. He won’t be coming to bed, then. You resist the frown that almost pulls at your lips, grabbing your chemise from the bottom of the cot and pulling it back over your form, shielding your skin from the cold night air.  
He picks up a book from the nightstand as well as a cigar before standing to his full height, carrying out his usual routine of reading and smoking while the rest of the camp recharges. It’s as if he’s beyond sleep, beyond regular human needs.
Just as he’s about to leave the tent, you call out to him. 
“You won’t break me, Dutch. I promise.”
It’s quiet for a moment, save for the sound of birds flitting through tree branches and faint whistles of the wind. Then, Dutch turns his head slightly to the side, just so you can see the ghost of a smile on his lips. “Sleep well, dear girl.”
The shadow of his large figure appears beyond the tent, and disappears just as quickly.
You sigh, laying down on your side, away from the flickering candlelight. If only Dutch fell asleep as easily as you do after bringing one another to your highs. If only he chose the company of his beloved after the intimate deed as opposed to Evelyn Miller and tobacco smoke invading his lungs.
You love him. Your worship the ground he walks on. And the feeling is mutual, he’s assured you on many instances.
But the unnerving thought occurs to you as you begin to fall into a sound slumber, the faint scent of Dutch’s cigar diffusing through the thin tent walls.
Choosing to love Dutch Van der Linde, you might be flying dangerously close to the ever-burning sun. 
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mynameismckenziemae · 3 months
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She’s a Fire-Chapter XXIII
Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)
Praying for rescue
(previous chapter here, next chapter here)
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Warnings: smut 18+-MDNI, oral, spanking, ass play, bondage, etc.
“Just…just like that. Right there, right there—ohhhh, Bradley!” You cry out, back arching as another orgasm rips through you. You’ve lost track of how many times he’s gotten you off with his tongue.
Your limbs feel so heavy, and you smile as you hear him mumbling from his place between your legs.
“Please, Row. Please. I’m so sorry, baby. I wasn’t thinking, I thought you meant while I was on the carrier, and I’m not gonna be able to sleep, and I’m so hard Row. So fucking hard…”
You open your eyes and watch him; his forehead rests on your thigh, his hips rut against the bed.
You peek at your phone. 12:02 AM. Officially his birthday.
“You can you cum...”
His head whips up, eyes meeting yours. “Really?”
“Mhmm,” you reply. He starts to rise but you put your foot on his back, stopping him.
Shaking your head, you continue, “No. Keep going just like that.”
He shudders and his head drops back to your thigh with a defeated groan. “Yes ma’am.”
His hips start their rhythm again and you run your fingers through his hair. “If you had just listened you could be fucking me right now instead of the mattress. I’ve missed your cock so much, I’ve felt so empty these past few weeks.”
He mumbles more apologies and his hips keep working against the bed.
“You know you’ll have to be punished, right?”
“I…I thought this was my punishment?” He pants.
You laugh. “What do you think? I’m letting you cum.”
“But it’s my birthday,” he whines.
“Should’ve thought of that earlier, huh? Maybe I should have Bob keep an eye on you next deployment.”
“No! No…please? I’ll be good.” He begs, but his hands grip your hips harder, giving away how affected he is.
“Hmm. I’d tell him to punish you as he sees fit, too,” you say, smirking at his choked whimper, watching as the tips of his ears turn red.
“You’re too big for my lap, but you’d fit over his. Oh God, wouldn’t that be so hot if Bob pulled you across his lap for a spanking?”
He doesn’t reply, but he whimpers as his hips flex. He’s close.
“Hmm? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You want Bob to spank you over his knee like the naughty boy you are?” The hands in his hair tug. “Answer me.”
“No!… I mean yes? I don’t even know…FUCK!” He sobs, hips stilling as he coats the blanket and his stomach with cum.
He’s trembling as you swing your leg over his head and head to the bathroom for a washcloth.
You coax him onto his back kiss his flushed cheeks and murmur praises as you clean him up.
“Wanna get in bed? I’ll change the comforter quick and check on Lola, I don’t know how she’ll do since I’ve slept on the couch with her every night so far.”
“Mmm, yeah.” He agrees sleepily but sits up, suddenly awake. “Wait, do you she’ll let me carry her up here?”
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Lola is lying patiently by the bottom of the steps and her tail thumps as she hears Bradley coming down the stairs.
“Hey pretty girl, wanna go outside and then upstairs? I put that really comfy bed up there next to my side since I was reading that jumping on and off beds isn’t good for large breeds as it’s hard on your joints. The last thing that daddy wants is for you to get hurt,” he rambles.
You hear him groan from the bottom of the stairs as he lifts her. “I see why Mama couldn’t lift you. You’s a big girl, huh? We’ll fix up these scary stairs tomorrow, okay?”
Lola comes running in when he sets her down at the top, putting her front paws on the bed to sniff and lick your ears. “Hey! That tickles,” you laugh, “You learned that from Steve, didn’t you?”
She climbs down and gallops to Bradley in the doorway, who follows her as she checks out the upper level for the first time. After everything has been sniffed thoroughly, she lays down in her bed with a heavy sigh.
“This is the best birthday ever,” Bradley tells you after he pats Lola, humming when your fingers run through his hair as he lays his head on your stomach.
You smile. “It just started. Ya never know what tomorrow might bring. Don’t forget the birthday spankings, unless you want me to ask Bob to—Hey!” You squeal as he pinches your butt.
He chuckles. “You’re never gonna let me live that one down, are you?”
“Nope. Not a chance, now that I have that visual in my head.”
You don’t miss the shiver he fails to suppress.
“Seriously though. This is already the best birthday I’ve had since my mom died,” he turns to look at you. “You’re amazing Row. You have the biggest heart underneath all that sass. I’m so fucking lucky to have you in my life. I love you.”
“Love you too, Bradley,” you smile, leaning forward for a kiss, “We better get some sleep. Lola’s an early riser.”
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Lola may be an early riser, but you aren’t.
They’re both already up when you wake up a little after 8, and you faintly hear Bradley in the kitchen, his phone playing music.
You smile as you creep into the kitchen, trying not to laugh as he points to Lola while he sings along.
“Well, I guess you'd say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl…hey!”
He yelps when your hand connects sharply to his brief-clad cheek.
“That’s one…only 33 to go,” you tease, smiling as you wrap your arms around him after he turns towards you. “I was gonna wake you up with a blowjob but you were gone when I woke up.”
“I can go back to bed if you want?” He jokes, placing a kiss on your lips, hands are full of pancake batter.
You laugh, “No need,” and drop to your knees, tugging his boxer briefs with you.
“What about breakfast-oh, Row…” he trails off as you pull him into your mouth.
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You find yourselves at Home Depot a while later with Lola to pick up supplies for the stairs—after a shower to get the pancake batter out of your hair.
Bradley suggests picking up some paint for the bedroom too, since you’ve mentioned wanting to change it sometime when you moved in. He doesn’t think anything of it when you add a few extra paint stirring sticks before checking out.
An hour or passes when Lola comes bounding up the stairs just as you finish up one of the walls.
“What a brave girl! Daddy must be done, huh?” You say, bending down to leave a smooch on her snoot.
“Yeah, all set. Looks good in here babe,” he murmurs, coming up behind you to rub his erection against your ass.
“Again?” You laugh, grinding back on him.
“I’ve been this way since Home Depot, have you seen your ass in these shorts? I know you’re not wearing underwear,” he whines. “And I haven’t had your pussy in a month. I ache for you, Row.”
“Mmm,” you hum, rising and turn to face him. “I actually am wearing underwear. I was waiting for tonight, but I can’t wait anymore either. Get naked and lay down.”
“Yes ma’am,” he nods excitedly, stripping quickly and flopping on the bed, lazily stroking his cock as he watches you undress to the matching bra and little navy blue panties set you have on; his favorite color.
Sauntering over to your bedside drawer, you shake your head and twirl your finger.
“Turn over.”
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“Really Row, my ankles too?” He scoffs into the comforter but allows you to secure his legs to the bottom of the wrought iron frame.
“Really Bradley, your ankles too,” you echo, “I want easy access to all of you.”
He shudders. “Easy access for what?”
“You’ll see.” You reply, finding the items you want, and climb on the bed between his spread legs.
He moans as you straddle his waist and dig your fingers into the tense muscles of his shoulders. He melts when you massage his neck and back, eventually moving down to his lower back, and then the ‘so tight you can bounce a quarter off’ muscle of his ass.
“Feels so good,” he slurs, tensing when your hand slaps down on his right cheek.
“Yeah? How about that?” You tease, slapping the left side.
He doesn’t even try to pretend he doesn’t like this time. “Yes ma’am. That feels good too. More please?”
It’s your turn to shiver. You oblige, pausing when his hips are starting to rut against the bed; his cheeks a shade of pink.
“That…that’s it?” He pants, turning his head to the side, trying to meet your eye.
You lean forward, placing a kiss on his lips. “So greedy, Bradley. Be patient.”
“Yes ma’am,” he replies, startling when he hears the click of the lubricant cap.
You put a generous dollop on your finger and slide your finger between his cheeks, circling and pressing when you find his hole. You smirk at his choked gasp when you press your finger in. His hips alternate between pushing towards to the intrusion and away from it.
Your phone rings when you’ve worked up to 2 fingers. It’s Sunny, so you pick it up with your clean hand, feeling Bradley tense around your fingers when you answer.
“Hey, Sun.”
“Hey, I tried Bradley but he’s not answering. I was just gonna wish him a happy birthday and see if you guys want to grab dinner tonight?”
“Oh, yeah he’s…busy at the moment. Let me see if I can find him,” you reply, “Bradley? Sunny wants to talk to you.”
He shakes his head furiously as you bring the phone to his ear.
“Hey Sun, what’s up?” He pants.
“Happy birthday! You okay? You sound out of breath.”
“Thanks. Yeah, yeah I’m f-“ he stutters as you find and press on his prostate, “Fine, I’m fine. Just working on the stairs for Lola.”
“Oh yeah, Row told me she was having trouble with the stairs. Do you have plans tonight? Did you want to meet me and Bobby for dinner?”
He bites his lip as you press harder, but decide to show him mercy and pull your fingers out. “Yeah, that sounds good.”
“6 okay?”
“Yeah, 6 is good. Text us where you want to go,” he pants, tensing when you press the plug into his hole.
“But it’s your birthday, you should decide!” She argues.
“I’ll…I’ll let you know then.” He agrees breathily as you push it in.
“Perfect. See you guys soon!” She replies, hanging up, totally obvious.
“You’re evil, Row—fucking Christ!” He grits as you push it the rest of the way in and turn the vibration on.
You pick up one of the extra paint sticks you grabbed earlier and slap it over his cheek, enjoying the slap and the way his cheeks clench at the sting.
You give him several more but soon he’s begging for you to stop.
“Why? You just asked if that was it earlier?” You ask, landing two more hash slaps on each cheek, now bright red and hot to the touch.
“‘Cause I-I’m gonna cum!” He groans, pressing his forehead into the bed.
“Alright, we don’t want that yet,” you reply, untying his ankles and helping him onto his back; cuffed arms now crossed above his head.
“Wait-waitwaitwait, I’m not gonna last long with the plug,” he whimpers, eyes closing as you push your undies to the side and sink onto his leaking cock.
“It’s okay, I won’t take long,” you sigh, your clean fingers rubbing circles over your clit.
His eyes stay clenched shut as you ride him, whimpers pulled from his throat with every thrust.
When your orgasm hits, it takes your breath away. You rest your head against his chest as your hips circle over his cock, and that pressure pushes the plug against his prostate.
He cums shortly after with a strangled shout, arms pulling against their restraints as he empties into you.
“Off, please turn it off, ‘s too much,” he babbles, shaking as the vibration in his ass pushes him into overstimulation.
You reach behind you, clicking it off. He finally relaxes under you.
“Will you be my good boy and keep it in through dinner?”
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A/N: Sorry this took so long, I’ve been super sick this week.
Not sure how I feel about this chapter…I also can’t get the visual of Bob taking Bradley over his knee outta my head lol 🙈🥵🫠
Also…part of me is debating just saying fuck it to the rest of it and just telling you guys what happens because I’m feeling so not creative right now.
Reblogs/comments are always appreciated. I love hearing what you guys think.
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bellofthemeadow · 7 months
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Blended Heart and Bitter Brews | part 1/?
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Summary: Your life was boring, hoping for your big break, you were stuck at Starbucks for what felt like forever. The hot metalhead that just came through your door might just be the amount of shit-stirring fun you've been looking for. (2.4K)
A/N: Hey everyone, first time venturing into the Stranger Things fandom. I know I am late to the party lol, but I was off TUMBLR when the show came out and I've just recently started rewatching it and I had the need to write a series on everyone's favourite metalhead! Hope you all enjoy it and lmy what you think  😊
Warning: Swearing, suggestive language, reference to bratting and brat taming (18+)
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Working at Starbucks isn’t the most glamorous job in the world. It wouldn’t even make the top 500 hundred in your opinion. The hours were long, the pay was mediocre at best, and you didn’t even want to think about the tips.
After 3 years on the job, you came to the very scientific conclusion that there was a direct correlation between your empty tip jar and the ungodly amount of Frappuccino you’d have to do on a given day. To the point: right now it was just shy of 2 pm, and you had been making so many of those blended abominations that the front of your apron looked like a unicorn and a leprechaun had an orgy on it. And your tip jar was empty. Go figure.
Starbucks was supposed to be a temporary gig, something to keep the cash flowing between college and your big break. Unfortunately, there was no big break in sight, no producers had called you back because, your sound was “too 80s, but like the wrong 80s” so you were still there serving tweens their daily fix of sugar. You wanted to ram your head on the counter, maybe you should dye your hair platinum and get into pop. Maybe then someone would sign you since the whole metal vibe just wasn’t doing it for anyone. You sighed, just 1 hour and then you’d be free. At least for today, until you’d have to do it all again tomorrow. To avoid having a mental breakdown in the middle of the coffee shop, you distracted yourself by mentally running through the list of things you had to do when you got home:
Go grocery shopping. Nah you were positive you still had fruit loops; Grocery could wait.
Go over your demo. AGAIN
Therapy Oh yeah you couldn’t afford that. Maybe a good crying session to end the night.
Go grocery shopping. Nah you were positive you still had fruit loops; Grocery could wait.  GET BEN & JERRY
Yeah, that should do it.
As you were mentally ticking things off, you heard the shrill voice of a girl at the counter order, “I wanna Venti Caramel Frappuccino with extra whip and a blended cake pop inside. Oh, and with Skim milk!” Of course. Fuck that!
You groaned and pushed your way to the till where the newly hired 19-year-old was taking the order, “Swap with me.” You made sure that your tone left no place for arguments. “Ehhh, I’m taking an order.” Looks like new girl didn’t get the tone memo, “I’ll take the orders from now on, you go work the bar.”
“But I am in the middle of tak…” “Ok look, that’s great, hard-worker is such a good look for you. But I think I’m not making myself clear here; You are going to swap the bar with Me because if I have to make another fucking Frappuccino, I will set this place on fire with everyone inside! Capish?”
Silence.
Suddenly a loud guffaw reverberated from somewhere towards the end of the already long line. Your coworker and the girl at the till looked horrified. But your monumental side-eye was the last nail into the proverbial coffin because Emma didn’t try to argue with you and instead, scurried over to the coffee bar.
Victory.
You turned toward the girl and plastered the fakest smile you could on your face “And what did you say you wanted?” The girl looked like she was going to puke on your counter “… I’ll have a grande latte… Is iced, ok?”
You smiled broadly “One grande ice latte coming right up, did you want skim milk with that?” “Oh no, no. Just regular is fine,” She stuttered.
“Great just gonna need to add your name and that’ll be 4.00 $.” “… Its Josie.” Sacharine smile plastered on your face, “Great Josie, you can go and wait by the bar over there.” You dismissively pointed in the general direction of the farthest end of the bar, “I can take whoever’s next!”
For the next couple of minutes, your other customers were rather accommodating, ordering black coffees and lattes with no mod for once.  “All right next!” You passed down the cup for a “Grande Americano for Josh” toward Emma who was still doing her best to avoid any form of eye contact. You snorted a bit, to say that Emma might be a bit oversensitive was an understatement, maybe you’d apologized after your shift… Maybe.
You turned your eyes to the new customer in line and you couldn’t help but raise a brow at the yummy stud that just stepped up to your till.  You licked your lips appreciatively; the guy must be around your age, with shaggy brown hair, big brown puppy eyes and plush lips you wanted to snap between your teeth. The guy was totally your type too, you spotted how his slightly ripped 1991 “Wherever We May Roam” Metallica tour t-shirt was hiking up his belly revealing a toned stomach. But what really made you salivate was the sight of his numerous tats that decorated both his arms. You could also peek at some hiding under his collar.  Yummy.  
You gave him your best sultry smile, leaned forward, showcasing the unfortunate non-existence of your cleavage as it was all covered by your apron, and coyly purred, "And what can I get you today, handsome?"
Hot dude seemed happy with your flirting as he responded with a reciprocating smile before leaning forward. You were so close that you could almost trace the tattoos (were those bats?!) decorating his forearms. He hummed as though contemplating it, then offered you a sultry smile. You were more than happy to respond with your best fuck-me eyes.
Suddenly his sexy smile transformed into a wide shit-eating grin before he boomed loudly, “I’ll have a Venti Caramel Frappuccino, extra drizzle, extra caramel and extra whipped cream.”
Time stopped. Crickets chirping. Jaw Dropped
What in the actual fuck?!
You jerked your head back and grumbled. Displeasure etched on your face. Hot dude wasn’t so hot anymore as you reluctantly entered the order into the cash register. "Whatshisface" still wore that irritating grin as he leaned forward even further, granting you a clear view of his sharp collarbones. He began to toy with some of the chocolate-covered coffee beans next to your cash register. "You touch it, you buy it," you grumbled.
His Cheshire cat-like grin grew even larger, if that was even possible, and he let out a loud tut. “Aw sweetheart, you don’t have to get all bratty on me. Come on, I know under that little metal act you got goin’ on, you wanna be a good girl for me.” He finished with a little wink that made you want to shove the napkin holder on his stupid handsome face.
“That’ll be 9.85 $” Grin gone. Whatshisface looked completely flabbergasted, “9.85$?!? In what world do you live in that you think its ok to charge so much for a cup of coffee!?” He loudly gasped, affronted.
You flashed your most charming smile and fluttered your eyelashes innocently, much to your delight, you noticed the tips of his ears beginning to blush. In a syrupy tone, you purred “Well sir the caramel, the extra drizzle AND the extra whipped are all extra charges. But I understand if that’s too expensive for you, perhaps you could move over and explore other parts of the menu that are more… within your means.”
Hook, line, and sinker
Hot dude turned an even deeper shade of red and began to rummage through the bag he was carrying, all the while muttering less-than-flattering expletives under his breath. You were fairly certain you heard him mutter a rather pointed “disrespectful little brat,” which senta delicious shiver straight to your core.
You were feeling quite triumphant and began tapping your manicured finger on the counter, a gesture that seemed to further irritate him. After a minute, he forcefully slid a crumpled $20 bill your way, bringing a smug grin to your face. After making a show of counting his change, you grabbed the venti cup and the black Sharpie. “And can I have your name for that?”
“…Eddie.” You slowly captured the cap of the Sharpie between your teeth and started writing his name on the side of the plastic cup. You added a wide smiley next to it for good measure.  You triumphantly noticed that Eddie gaze hadn't wavered from your mouth, as if entranced by the sight of the cap being gripped by your teeth. Maybe he was imagining something else between your lips, you snicker to yourself.
After sliding the cup over to Emma, who appeared as though she had just witnessed a car crash, before hurrying over to start his drink, you coquettishly cooed at him, “Well Eddie,” you made sure to enunciate every word as you tasted how his name felt in your mouth. “I hope you enjoy your… expensive drink, Tip jar is right here.” You gestured with your impeccably black manicured nail towards the nearly empty box "Don't you think I deserve it? After all, I’ve been such a gooood girl for you and did everything you wanted?" You batted your eyelashes, ensuring to add ample emphasis to drive your point home.
As for Eddie, well he looked like he was about to suffocate. Red and blotchy all over, you could also spot some sweat gathering on his forehead. You almost started to pity the poor guy when he tried to stutter out a response to your teasing. Almost.
 In the end, Eddie dropped a couple of ones in the small glass before making his way toward the end of the bar. You also noticed how he had a slightly slouched gait—probably because you'd turn his attempt at embarrassing you on him. He finally stopped in front of where Emma was making his sugared monstrosity. As you were taking the next order, you could feel Eddie’s gaze burning your body. So, you made sure to give him a good show, laughing extra hard at the lame jokes from the college boy you were serving. Bending down a bit too low to grab an extra roll of receipt paper giving him a good view of your shapely ass, drawing large hearts on every cup and flirtatiously referring to every guy in your line with endearments like "sugar" or "handsome."
“A VENTI CARAMEL FRAPPUCINNO WITH EXTRA CARAMEL, EXTRA DRIZZLE AND EXTRA WHIP FOR EATDICK!!!”
“Jesus Christ, no need to scream in my ears like that.” Eddie, looking mortified, snatched his drink before sitting down at one of the empty tables. One of the only ones with a perfect view of the counter. You gleefully observed how Eddie nearly spat out his drink after taking the first sip, probably dying a little bit inside at the taste of the artificial sweeteners that must invaded his mouth.  Quite the smooth move, jackass.
You looked at the time, as your other coworker Jenson joined you behind the bar to relieve you of your minimum wage duties, “I’ll just make myself a drink and then I’m outta here!” You whoop, Jenson acquiesced with a shrugging smile before taking over the till. You shuffle toward the bar area and snicker as you start to make yourself an extra special drink.
“Hey Jenson, can you do something for me real quick after I leave?”
Eddie is grudgingly drinking the caramel monstrosity he ordered. His own fault really, he’s always been a black coffee kind of guy. When he was younger, he started to order it black because it fitted his whole metal vibe; “Black like my soul,” he’d ordered with a wink to the old-timey dinner waitress back in Hawkins. But now that he moved to Indianapolis to chase his music dreams, he realized that he couldn't enjoy coffee unless it was as bitter as the disappointment that people had in him.
While he wasn't usually a Starbucks person, he had stayed up until 4 am this morning after playing a gig downtown. And to top it off, he had to be at work on the dock by 6 am, leaving him with barely any time to sleep in between. At this point, he would have traded his soul for a coffee. So, when he spotted the Starbucks on his way home, he just had to stop. Mindlessly scrolling on his phone for any notifications of Corroded Coffin, you took him right out of his zombie-like trance when you shrieked about setting the place on fire. He hadn’t been able to stifle his laughter at your words. To top it off, you were hot, as fiery as the arson you threatened everyone with. So, when he reached the till and saw that his attraction was completely reciprocated, he couldn't help but tease you a bit.
He just hadn’t banked on you being such a brat. Now he was sitting alone with an almost inedible caramel concoction of his own making, swimming in the bitter disappointment of having made a fool of himself in front of you. As he was simmering in his annoyance, a cup of steaming Americano was placed in front of him. He raised his head fast and looked at the sheepish expression of a lanky guy with a freckled face, “I didn’t order that…”
“Eh, well she made it for you. Told me to give it to you after she left.”
Eddie’s head snapped back to the bar where you had disappeared. A bitter taste of disappointment coated his mouth as he realized he hadn’t even gotten your number, “Thanks, man.” The guy gave him a sharp nod in response before making his way back to the till where a line was slowly forming again.
Eddie took a deep breath, inhaling the tangy smell of the black coffee. Exactly what he needed.  As he was about to take a sip, black writing on the side of the cup got his attention.
Hey hot stuff, You looked like you wanted to put me back in my place back there 😉 I’d like to see you try, call me at xxx-xxx-xxxx -Little brat
A huge grin broke out on Eddie’s face as he took a sip of his coffee, letting the bitter liquid burn down his throat.
Today turned out to be pretty metal after all.
Part 2: The Phone Call
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infernalodie · 1 year
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𝐋𝐚𝐲 𝐌𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 || 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬
“𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰, 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘙𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶“
Inspo: Sam Smith - Lay Me Down
Pairing: Ellie Williams x Fem!reader
Summary: She couldn’t accept a reality without you...
Warnings: Angst
Words: 996
Denial of truth. Denial of reality. Denial of selfishness.
Those three were the poisons of the world. Like a foul stain on a shirt, you couldn’t get rid of. And sadly, the metaphorical stain sprawled across the globe and infested the purest of hearts.
Ellie was one of those unfortunate souls. She had the truest intentions that came from the softest and warmest part of her heart. All she wanted was justice. But there were questions that needed to be proposed to her and answered.
What was she willing to lose in return to avenge Joel? Could she lose all of Jackson? Could she lose herself in return? Could she lose you?
She’d been pacing and stumbling over those questions for the past few seconds. The heat of bullets whizzing past her became an afterthought with your wounded figure leaning into hers. Your footsteps falter in comparison to hers. Which she would not blame you for when your injury was a result of saving her.
“Just breathe, baby,” Ellie panted. “Just hold on a little longer.” Placing you behind a barricade in one of the many choked-up streets filled with cars, overgrown grass, and infrastructure that had been breaking off piece by piece in the passing years. She fired shots toward the WLF soldiers that had been hot on your guys’ tails.
Holding your hand around the piece of metal embedded in your side, you swallowed the lump in the back of your throat. “Ellie, y-you gotta go, now.”
“Shut the fuck up!” She ordered sternly. “I’m going to get you out of here!”
“B-Baby-!” You couldn’t finish your protest, the girl grabbing your arm and slinging it over her shoulder. A pained cry fell from your lips as you limped, fighting to not move your body in any way that may push the shrapnel any deeper. But it didn’t matter what you did and how you did it. The longer you walked, the more energy you used, the more blood that seeped from around the rusting metal, and the more you were losing sight of hope. It was fading like a photograph and you couldn’t see the light that was ahead.
Bursting through the doors of an abandoned bar, Ellie quickly placed you at the counter before moving towards the entrance. Grabbing anything she could and blocking the entrance before setting tripwires. The effort she was putting in, and the amount of panic in her figure were alarming. “Ellie, fuckin’-” You cough up blood, leaning over and spitting up a copious amount. “Fucking go home!”
“I’m going anywhere without you, Y/n! I can still get you out of here.” The denial was clear and although she may believe it, you knew that there wasn’t much left to be done. Without medical supplies, you were going to die here or on the way back to the theatre. It wasn’t something hard to accept as you knew death was always knocking. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear and making itself known in the direst of situations. It was just more apparent. More known than ever before. But Ellie didn’t want to accept the gravity of the situation. The most honest piece of reality that she needed to accept.
“Ellie, if you don’t go, we’ll both fucking die!” You cried, making your emotions known to the girl. Making her fumble with her movements as she looked over her shoulder. You were weeping, wiping your bloody hand over your bloodshot eyes that wouldn’t seize the pools along the brims. “I’m not turning into one of those things, Ellie.”
Sniffling as you slowly reached toward your thigh where the pistol holster was. The sight alone made Ellie’s head fall forward, shaking her head, whispering, “No. No, no, no. W-We can- No, no, no.” Words hushed, face scrunched as she shook her head in denial. “I can get you to the theatre. I can get you home. Just- Just please don’t-”
“Ellie.” Your hand found her face, lifting her head. Finding your gaze to be clouded in sorrow, but a sense of relief or acceptance. A smile played on your lips as you shook your head. “You have to accept reality, baby. You knew you couldn’t keep me forever, no matter how hard you tried.”
Ellie bit her bottom lip, sniffling with her hands falling to your hands. Squeezing them firmly with her lips finding your forehead, hearing you let out a soft sigh. “I love you.”
That was a truth that made you smile, eyes flickering shut with your lips widening in their formation of a smile. Warmth flooding your heart like a broken damn letting the conserved water run free. “And I love you too.” Ellie pulled away chewing on the inside of her cheek as she stared at you contently. “But I need you to go. When I fire off the shot, those WLF outside are going to come in this direction.”
The tightening of your hand that grasped your pistol found solace in it all. In the fact that you knew this was your final stand. This was it and this would hopefully get Ellie what she needed. And there was some kind of peace in that. Some sort of comfort within the darkness that you conquered and covered more and more of reality. Because you knew that even if you got her out and back to Jackson, some part of her would fester over the desire to follow through with all of this. To kill Abby and show no remorse to anyone that came in her way.
But you knew that if she saw the light and made her way out of the darkness, there could be hope. Maybe a chance for her to find a station for herself and be free from the guilt that she needn’t carry. But Ellie was stubborn and didn’t let things go so easily.
“Now, go,” you urged gently, smiling up at the girl. “I’ll see you soon, baby.”
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inpraizeof · 1 year
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you’ll learn to hate me
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aemond targaryen x targaryen!reader, aegon targaryen x targaryen!reader
chapter six: his queen
synopsis: aemond has made his return for you, and the both of you exchange life altering information
hāedar - girl
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aemond was furious. he had left you with the intent of returning. he knew you, you needed time to clear your headspace and think things over. what could your traitorous mother possibly want you for? she had abandoned you for political peace. and the foundations were cracking right under her.
it was almost too perfect. finding you on the top of the castle, as if you were waiting for him. the sun was setting behind you, just over your left shoulder.
aemond dismounted his dragon, stepping down in a quick haste to face you. the wind was blowing hard, hair covering your features, but your expression from what he could tell, was brazen and furious.
the fire of the targaryen blood was almost too much in your body, too potent. he could feel it threatening to boil over everytime he touched you. like hot coal in a fireplace, aemond was wary for the day youd unleash it.
he pondered if today would be that day.
“y/n.” his voice was a soft whisper, he looked behind you to make sure no one was there before he brushed the hair on your temples behind your ears.
“come with me.” his words were a harsh whisper now, “the blacks won’t win this war, come with me and i can protect you.” he was trying to contain the anger in him that wanted to drag you and force you onto vhagar. he knew he couldn’t have you like that, he wouldn’t let himself.
you looked at aemond incredulously and you stepped back slightly, “what war?” the last thing you knew of kings landing and the hightowers was that aegon had gone missing. off on another indulgence trip to fleas bottom, especially since you had left.
aemond hissed slightly, cursing that you had no idea, “aegon has been crowned king-“
you shook your head, “but viserys-“
“viserys is dead.” aemond responded, he could see the panic in your eyes and he tried not to raise his voice, considering that he was also panicking deep down.
“but that was a dream..” you shook your head, “no. aemond, no. that was a dream!” you cried.
aemond grabbed your arm as you began to step back, sobs coming from your lips, “king viserys is dead, hāedar, aegon is king. you are his queen.” the words rang out in your head. the wind blew harder now, as the night cast a gloomy shadow on your face.
you couldn’t help yourself as you wrapped your arms around aemonds waist, letting your head rest on his chest. his heartbeat was loud as you listened to it. aemond didn’t question you as you held him. he wrapped his arms around you, and quieted down as you sighed.
you wanted to cry. hearing his heartbeat was the indicator that this was real. as much as you refused to acknowledging the impending war, especially with your husband and mother, you knew that now you were on your own.
but aemond would never leave your side.
“im with child.” the words were faint, the wind too harsh in his ear that he almost missed it.
aemond pulled back and the expression on his face was firm. he nodded, “we need to go. now.”
sneaking around dragonstone was something you had learned during your childhood. there wasn’t a single night you had fastened your leathers and flung yourself out on vermithor into the night. or practiced with your sword with your personal guard, albeit forcibly as he initially refused.
aemond had flown into the air, circling above with vhagar. you had hastily packed a bag, filled with random clothes and things, you realized that most of your important things had been left on kings landing, and you realized you weren’t exactly sure where aemond would take you.
as you climbed onto your dragon, at the protest of the keepers, you saw your mothers guards run out, waving their hands at you to stop.
you fought the urge to listen and had vermithor flap his great wings, launching into the sky.
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a/n: this chapter is relatively short. im finding it hard to write anything as of late so forgive me if this seems to just be filler also im getting rid of the taglist cus it’s getting to be too much sorry!
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The Scent of You
Chapter #1
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Vampire Shauna x Fem!Reader
Summery: Vampires have always been a part of society. Unknowingly, you learn about Shauna and the coven, Reader moves to town and attends school.
A/N: have fun with this one :] tell me if you want ch 2
Shauna’s Pov.
When I was little, I was told many stories, from fairy tales, fantasy, and the supernatural, but if you would have told me that vampires roam the earth. I would have laughed in your face. It was September 5th, 1964, a Friday, just on the outskirts of Seattle Washington I was heading to a get-together with my friends, it's 60s fashion. I got ready. Stepping out of my house on that Friday night it was cold and rainy, due to it being September and where we were, the Fall air left goosebumps on my skin, the air just about hinting at the smell of Halloween. I was walking to my friend's House, Jackie was my best friend. My mom always told me to be wary of her. I always thought she was crazy, but not until that night.
“Hey, girl! Ready for the party?” Jackie asked me nicely but excitedly like she had never been to one before. “Hell yeah, aren't you!” I say back as I am just getting inside Jackie’s house. Jackie's house was at the end of the street, she was 4 houses down from mine. She was the first person I ran to whenever I had a problem with my mom and Siblings.
“Can you believe we're going out to a party in the fall time!?” Jackie said excitedly
“ Who wouldn't be?” I state “It's at Justin's house right,” I say fixing my hair just a little in the mirror at the doorstep. “ Yes, lovely, we will be there soon. It's only a couple of sheets down. Why do you think it's too far to walk?''Jackie said “No not just it's Friday so people are out,” I said back.
“Ready to go?” I ask, Jackie nodded
So we set out. Stepping outside one more time into the cold frigid September air. Walking down the street Jackie and I were talking about mindless things. Jackie ran ahead of her excited, Crossing the road out of nowhere a car sped faster and faster towards me. The next thing I feel is pain and a lot of it.
The ringing was all I heard for a while, then this white-hot pain like something just entered my body, I could hear Jackie crying but also apologizing to me saying how sorry she was. Overwhelmed with the pain and all the ringing I finally passed out.
I did not wake up for 4 days, and when I did the world had changed, and shifted, My vision was better defined in how I saw the world. Crisp, sharp, bright. I remember Jackie walking into the room scared, her features more prominent on her face,
“Shauna? How do you feel, hon?” I heard her say. But it felt like she had just spoken in my ear directly,
“ Where am I, Jackie? Why is everything so crisp, and can you speak quieter your so loud.” I remember saying back to her.
“Shauna I don't know how to tell you this but you are Dead, you were hit by a car, you were bleeding out, I changed you, you are now a Vampire, Are you hungry? Thirsty?” She stated and asked
“What do you mean?” I said now feeling my throat on fire, grabbing my throat and coughing, By the door to my right there was a mirror, staring into it I saw myself, but different, I was sharp looking, my brown hair now filled with dark brown locks of hair rich with color, My nose sharper than before, My teeth were whiter, teeth the same but straighten a little bit better with little fangs but not noticeable to the human eye My eyes brown with a ting of Red, freaked out I turned back to Jackie,
“What the fuck happened to me!” I shouted at her, afraid of what I had seen. “ I changed you to a Vampire, Shauna you were going to die!” she said “We need to take care of your thirst you might hurt someone.” she said, Leaving for a moment and then coming back with a bag of red liquid “Here,” She said handing me the bag,
“What is it?” I ask nervously, Not even recognizing what she just said “ Blood”
That word. Blood. It felt like the world had stopped and did not move for minutes, I did the first thing that came to my head. I ran. Bolting out of the door. The wind on my face, the speed I was going at was unusually fast, I look back realizing that in those two seconds of the wind on my face, I was up at the hill with jackies arms around me. Caging me to the ground, I remember thinking of how strong she was. Keeping me on the ground secure. I understood at that moment what had happened. Shauna Shipman was dead, gone, she was now something else. I didn't want to believe it. Not one bit but the more that Jackie talked about what I was going through. I had to believe it.
It wasn't the same after that. I didn't feel right, like at all. Even though I couldn't sleep, I felt tired all the time. I didn't eat not for a while. I vowed to myself that I would never harm someone, good or bad. Jackies and I friendship took a hit, and badly, I didn't hate her choice now but then, I remember not being able to look at her for the longest time. I remember asking her though about how old she was, she was 47 in 1964 so she was born in 1917, She was born through the first world war.
After a while of being with each other and being in the same town after my change, we had to move, not wanting to risk hurting the people we moved to. For the next 59 years of my life, we moved from town to town every 5 years.
First, we went to Salem, Oregon in 1968. There we met Van and Taissa, they were together, Taissa was born in 1843 in the south which is now called Hattiesburg Mississippi, she turned by being out too late at night working she always said not to ask her about how she was turned or her life, so we never asked about her past until about 1980 when she told us that the person who changed her was getting her out of the south was the person who changed her but also, was able to lead her to safety and that is how she met a woman she fell in love with, although she was no longer human she dated her, her name was Simone after awhile Tai had to leave, realizing she can't age and moved to Salem, Oregon and met Van.
Van was born in 1873 in Montana Minneapolis and changed in 1891. Van's story was not as long but just as emotional, Van's mother was an Alcoholic from the time Van was 7 to the time Van Passed away, Dad was married to their mother, but Van’s dad couldn't make ends meet most of the time leading to Van's dad taking his life. Van was 17 years old, Van was out drinking and always out of the house of how their mom was a terrible person, she was stabbed outside of a convenience store to get groceries, someone passing by decided to rob her, and Van being the type of person they are, fought back and killed for it. Van never told us who Changed them, they didn't even know the person themself. Their creator left them alone to figure it all out alone, when understanding what happened to them they ran, and she ended up in Salem, Oregon, and Met Taissa in 1901. After explaining how they were changed and how for the longest time they were just waiting to join someone, Jackie asked them to join us saying that we would love company and I ultimately agreed to it. It was nice having new people around.
We left Salam in 1972 and arrived in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, when we arrived we were greeted by how big the building was, when we were living there, a hurricane came and flooded the whole place leaving us to move that same year to Cleveland, Ohio where we met, Misty Quigly,
Misty was a foreigner, She had and British accent, and her mannerisms er as if she was from long ago when we asked her about it, she told us her story, she was born in 1533 in London England, Misty was raised in a royal family, She knew Queen Elizabeth the 1st during her time alive, Misty died by a heart attack, from the illness spreading at the time called the Sweating sickness, she heart could not take the pain from the illness give her a heart attack, a guard on duty at the time was a Vampire, changing her felt good for his heart she said, after 4 days she was changed and shown the life of a vampire, she had gone through the worst things in her life even losing her mate Crystal in 1743 to war with the Scottish, Misty was a nurse while Crystal was a soldier, Crystal got killed by a catapult she was gone. Misty never really recovered from her love being ripped away from her, so she moved to the new world in the 17 century after Crystal's death, she landed in Pittsburgh after traveling the country for some odd number of years, landed here,
Misty asked if she can join us and we all agreed seeing no problem with it, Misty Got to work after that, she made our group look like a normal friend group, she was able to fix documents and came up with an adoption paper, making up names so that we would not be found out by the government, Misty became our techy person, the person who watched our backs,
After Cleveland, we moved to Syracuse, New York in 1980 Just nestled between Lake Ontario, Lake Onondaga, and Oneida Lake. We moved there because of how nice it was and for that people were noticing that we were not aging. We lived in a more secluded area so we didn't go out that often, people often thought that our house was empty because we never went into the city and such. In 1992 we moved to Buffalo New York, which was the very first time that I attended High School in some time. That was the first time in a while that all of us went to school. I got straight A’s and got into Brown University in 1996, I got my masters in English literature, and we lived in Buffalo until 2010,
We moved to Eugene Oregan in 2010, where we met Charlotte Mathews and Natalie Scatorccio, See the thing with them is that out of all of the people we meet along the way we never saw anyone that could not remember their past other than Charlotte, Lottie as she likes to be called, had no memory of how she was changed or what her life like before. When she was changed all she knew was that she had a lot of money in a bank account and that it was 1902 when she was changed. Lottie discovered she would have these visions of meeting people, that's how she met Natalie.
Natalie was born in 1897 in Nashville, Tennessee her parents were not the best they, were abusive and would hit her and such, she said she didn't want to get into that at the time when she was turned she was on the inch of her life, her parents not caring about her, they dropped her off in an alleyway, she was changed once they were out of sight from a Women, her name was Lisa. Lisa brought Nat in and told her about what she was and how she could help her, that is how Nat found out that vampires could drink Animal blood. Nat left Lisa and her Coven in 1965 and met Lottie in Portland Oregon, Meeting Lottie was her world win. Nat was in town acting as a human when Lottie struck up a conversation and the rest was history. Lottie told us that she saw all of us together as a quote-on-quote “Family”. So they joined in on our coven. After they joined we stayed in Eugene Oregan for about 8 years.
Finally moving to Wiskayok, New Jersey fall of 2018. When we moved to the town, due to where we were, we had to do high school again to keep up our facade so all of us started going. It's now 2022, our last year of High school for some years. It was our Senior year, and even though all of us have been seniors before there still was no better feeling than knowing that this would be the last year that I attend school for a while. I heard around town that a new student was going to join us this year. How fun...
Reader POV
“Mom!” I shouted at her from my new bedroom. “What!” She shouted back from downstairs, “When do I go to school? Is it tomorrow or the day after?” “Tomorrow!” She shouted back.
“Great!” I muttered to myself. We just arrived at our new house. We had just moved from Charleston, West Virginia. See, my family is divorced. My mom wasn't the best parent, I'm not saying that I love my dad, by all means, my dad was abusive to me and my mother, it's just that she didn't believe me for a second when I told her that my father was hitting me, then it started happening to her, because of that we have had a strained relationship since then, it also became a big deal when my mom and dad divorced and the custody battle for me, My dad violated the restraining order on him multiple times, my mom said fuck it and we moved. Dad still had to pay my mom because of a settlement that the court had demanded of my father so my mom worked from home but since my father was rich we didn't need to work or worry about money, my mom work just for the fact to get out of the house
Don't get me wrong I'm glad we moved but, I had to start all over. New school, New town, New friends, Classes, all of the things you don't want to start your SENIOR year with, You know. It would have been better if my father just stayed out of my life instead. With this new school year, I get to join the soccer team at least. Mom said that the school I’m going to, they have a really good soccer team and that when it's tryout time, I should try it.
Going to the boxes with all of my clothes, I start unpacking them and putting them away, same with everything else. After doing all of that I head downstairs. “Hey, Mom?” I say, “Yes, sweetie?” “ Is it cool if I go for a walk so I can get some fresh air and just look around?” I ask, “Sure! Just be back before 7 okay!” My Mother said I was 5 when I looked at the clock
I give her a thumbs up as a sign I understand, walking out of the door the fall breeze hit my face, walking down the steps onto the sidewalk. Fall was rolling in just by the time we got to Wiskayok, So the trees had fall colors on them. Walking down the street people were waving and such as late-day activities before school or work as it was a Sunday. I walked around town for a while picking up on a few places I would like to go to after school tomorrow. Just as it hit 7 I walked through the door. Mom was making dinner as I walked through the door.
“What’s for dinner?” I asked curiously, “When you were out I got some groceries for the house so for tonight Spaghetti.”Mom said “And it is almost done, can you set up the table for us?” “ Of course Mom,” I said as I grabbed the stuff for Dinner, After Mom served us dinner, we talked about what we are excited about tomorrow, and what I did after I went for my walk. Told her the places I'll be going tomorrow after school.
After dinner, I went upstairs to shower and decided to go to bed since I knew I was going to have a long day ahead of me with new people and classes. When walking up in the morning my mom was knocking on my door telling me that school starts soon. Turning my head, checking the time on my alarm clock, it was 6:30. “What time does school start? '' I ask, getting out of bed, getting clothes to wear. “7:45, also I'm driving you to school today. I have to borrow your car for me to get some stuff left from the movers okay?” Mom said, “ I'm good with that, just don't pick me up, I want to visit the places I told you about last night.” I say, about brushing my teeth. After that, I headed downstairs and got in the car.
Arriving at school I told my mom bye and headed to the front office to pick up my schedule, The front lady was nice and handed me it back, only saying have a nice day, Walking down the hall I notice my first classroom, Heading in I introduce myself, he handed me a book for the class, sitting down by a girl with I feel a tap on my shoulder to my left
“Hi, I’m Annie, I hear you're new here?” she asked kindly, “ Um yeah I'm new here, Hi, How are you” “ I'm good! Want to be friends?” “Sure why not,” I said “Cool, hand me your schedule, I want to see what classes we have next,” She asked. I handed her my schedule, “ We have Math in 4th together and Biology in 6th. I'll show you around school today to help you out.” she said with a smile. Hanging my schedule back as the bell rang.
Classes when fast after that, leading to lunch Annie asked if she would have lunch together, saying sure to her as she did just help me for the first half of the day, Lunch lines suck but hey, food, Sitting down with Annie, I notice girls about to walk in, Asking Annie who they are, She looks over and tells me “ They are the girls Soccer team all seniors, All of them live together because their parents agreed to it, they are like sisters, some of them are dating each other, they moved her from Eugene Oregan.” She says as the first 2 girls walk in, “ that's Taissa Turner and Van Palmer, they are together and have been since freshman year” Taissa looks over at us as Annie says that, giving me a look in the process. As if she heard what Annie just told me. “The next two are Charlotte Mathews and Natalie Scatorccio, Lottie is a bit weird, but she is nice, Natalie is the one with anger issues, or just hates school in general” Lottie is about 5’10 with really wavy hair “Lottie not weird she is just enjoying life.” Natalie, hearing that smiles at me as they walk past, Lottie waving to me as well, “ Okay so the girls now walking in are Misty Quigly and Jackie Taylor, both are a treasure to be with. Misty is a foreigner and is the equipment manager for the team too.” She says “ Whos that,” I say nodding my head to the last girl. “Her?” I nodded to the question “Her name is Shauna Shipmen, She is super pretty but rejects anyone that comes in contact with her.” Just like that, she starts talking again about something else but my focus is entirely on Shauna, From the way her shoulders are pulled back making her look taller, her beautiful shoulder-length brown chestnut hair, and her beautiful brown doe eyes. She sits down and I felt compelled to keep looking at her, all I could think was how pretty she looks.
After lunch our last 3 classes went fast other than Biology, as I walked in I notice Shauna by the window looking out of it the seat next to her was empty, and a fan was turned on she suddenly she turns straight to me eyes focused on me, like I was prey, going up to the teacher, I state my name and that I was a new student, he pointed to the seat next to Shauna. As I sit down I notice her eyes are constantly on me. Watching me, I look over and smile at her just for her to put her hand on her node, thinking I smelled bad. I tried to see what I could do to stop it all through class. I noticed that she stayed the same. Just as the bell rang she jumped from her chair and ran out.
Shauna POV
First day at school and I'm not excited Lottie though on the other hand has been ecstatic all day. She won't even talk to Nat about it. All of us are worried about it but this morning before school she said to have fun and enjoy, whatever that means. Getting to school I hopped out of Jackie's Car, and walked into the school. I noticed the new girl in the office, but before I got a look I was pulled away.
“What!” I say worried as I realize that Lottie has pulled me away, “ we are almost late for class, you can look at her later, let's go.” she says smiling as she's holding Nat's hand. I look bewildered at her wondering what she is talking about. Nat laughing as we walk down the hall. Classes go fast as it is the first day of school.
Walking to lunch Lottie looks at me and says” Be the last one through the door okay.” I nod questionably but as we go in pairs through the door we can hear Annie Junior talking about us. As everyone walks through I can hear Annie keep talking in that judgemental tone of hers, hearing a new voice I haven't heard before defend Lottie made me smile for some reason. As I walk through the door Annie’s voice picks back up. “Her name is Shauna Shipmen, She is super pretty but rejects anyone that comes in contact with her.” I look over to the table seeing a girl about 5’4 with long dark hair but her face is hidden from me. I look at our table with the rest of my coven.
“So who's that?” I ask, Lottie piping up “ The New Girl, She's from Charleston, West Virginia, just moved in yesterday with her mom.” Jackie turns to her “ And how the hell do you know that?” “ Saw her yesterday on my way home with Nat '' Lottie smirks, Nat laughing once again. After lunch, classes moved by fast. Going into 6th period Biology, the teacher asked to speak with me.
“Shauna?” He questioned “ Yes Sir” “WE have a new student joining us for the year and I was wondering if she can sit next to you?” He asked, “ I nodded my head signing that it was cool with me, Looking out the window when students started filling in, as I look to the front of the class, I notice the new student, the fan turned on because it was warm out, brushed right by her catching her scent, and when I tell you, Oh my God, I mean it, it was mouth melting, stiffing as I smelt that I didn't even notice how she was now right beside her. I just stare at her, holding my breath and putting my hand over my nose, I wait for the bell, Hungry, Hunger eating at me but also the smell of vanilla, realizing what was happening, the pull the feeling of how she was mine, My mate, I wait still, hearing the bell I run out as fast as I could without giving myself away, high tailing to Jackie's car, waiting for her to come out, after a while Jackie come out with the rest, seeing the state I was in, we just hope in the car and were gone before anyone saw us.
“Want to talk about it?” Jackie asked softly,
“No not really, just get me home,” I ask while waiting for the car to pull in the house.
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