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romantichomicide95 · 2 months

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LEVI ACKERMAN ;

summary: injured reader, levi thinks back to her confessing her love. levi being levi. angst, might do a part II if people tell me to.

tagging: @i-literally-cant-with-this because you asked bbygirl.

“why can’t we have both?” your words play over and over in levi’s mind. he’s been pacing outside your door for what feels like hours but realistically has probably been only 20 minutes. how could you be so foolish? he thinks. you and your reckless behavior, always trying to barge into danger to save somebody else.

but than again, that was why he respected you so much. levi couldn’t deny it, he had always admired you for it. it was one of the things that had drawn him to you. you were reckless, yes. you were careless, and you were always risking your own life to save someone else. but it was also what made you so brave, so strong, so resilient and so god damn dedicated.

it was also the reason he couldn’t seem to get you out of his head. it was annoying really, like a tiny little bug ringing in his ear that no matter how much he tried he couldn’t seem to squash. it didn’t help that you were so god damn easy on the eyes, he’d even catch his gaze lingering on you for just a half a second more than needed. and that irritated him, it irritated him how much he let you crawl under his skin, and into his heart so guarded from all the loss he’d had in his lifetime.

but that didn’t matter. he had a mission and he wasn’t going to let some tiny little feeling get in the way. that’s why he’d rejected you, rejected the one thing he felt was a constant in this shitty war against the titans. and now as he paces outside your door he can’t help but let those words ring back through his head. “why can’t we have both?”

——

“what did you say?” levi says, looking up at you. you and levi were in his office doing paperwork, it had become a habit. at first it was just because you were faster than anyone else and he needed the help; but over time he came to look forward to seeing you sitting there across his desk. the silent rustling of papers, the warm glow of candlelight, the way your forehead crinkled when you were deep in focus, it was something he found himself looking forward to.

“i said, i love you," you repeat softly, your voice trembling slightly as you meet levi’s intense gaze. "we have something here, don't we?" your heartbeat picks up as you wait for his response, hammering against your chest.

levi takes a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. he looks down at the papers scattered across his desk before finally meeting your eyes once more.

your heart sinks, and before he can respond you speak again. "i mean, you care about me right? i can feel it…i don’t want to pretend anymore.” you murmur. it was like this unspoken thing between you, he never really let anyone in, never let anyone close enough. but with you, he had. he’d let you crack away at his walls until you were the one person he actually wanted to be around. the person he’d gone out of his way countless times to keep in his life.

“i tolerate you, yes. but it doesn’t matter how i feel.” levi says after an uncomfortably long silence. “i don’t have time for romance. i am devoted to protecting humanity, we’re at war.”

“i know that levi, but…” you pause, trying to find the right words. “why can’t we have both?” you meet his eyes, an almost pleading look in your own. “romance and our devotion to protecting humanity.”

there's something about the way you look at him, the way you say his name, that makes him question everything he thought he knew about himself. but he has to shut you down, he knows he is being harsh, but he needs to focus on the mission, focus on the greater good. he can’t let himself be selfish, he doesn’t have it in him.

"we can't have both, no matter how we feel," levi replies firmly, trying to sound more confident than he feels. "our lives are too dangerous, too unpredictable. we can't risk attachment, they only slow us down in the end. i’m sorry.”

——

“she’s still not awake” hange’s words snap levi out of his thoughts. “she’s still breathing, but she got pretty roughed up.”

“oh, it’s good she’s still breathing than.” levi says, his voice as flat as ever, not betraying his inner worry. but hange knows better than that, knows that little crinkle in his brow is an indication of his true inner thoughts.

“i have to go check on something with erwin, i’ll leave you to it.” hange places a hand on levi’s shoulder for a fraction of a second before she disappears down the hall.

he slowly opens the door, taking a deep breath as his eyes are drawn to your still form. his eyes scroll over the bruises marring your pretty face, and without even realizing it his heart clenches in his chest.

he takes in every little detail of your face. he can remember your eyes, so kind and beautiful; the way they lit up every time you laughed at his ridiculous sense of humor. he can remember the way you scrunch up your nose when you think he’s said something crude. and as he does so memories of your time together start to flood back. how kind and patient you are, how fiercely loyal and protective. how you never judge him for his demeanor, and how in that stupid little confession, you love him despite it.

as he sits next to your bed, he can't shake the memory of your words echoing in his mind - "why can't we have both?"

“you’re an idiot you know?” he says softly, unaware of the fact he’s speaking his thoughts aloud. “or maybe i’m the idiot.” he admits. “i’m not the greatest at all this emotional shit. but maybe i was wrong,” he finally admits and he reaches out tentatively, brushing a bloody lock of hair away from your face. his fingers linger for a moment longer than necessary before retracting them away.

“maybe we can have both.” he takes a deep breath “i can’t promise anything, but hell, we can try.” and for the first time in forever, levi feels something other than duty and responsibility weighing on his heart - and it scares him more than any titan ever could.

“you just have to wake up y/n…please.”

#levi ackerman #attack on titan #levi x reader #captain levi #levi aot #aot #snk #snk levi #levi x you #levi x y/n #levi ackerman x reader #levi x fem!reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x y/n

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ashtxrie · 3 months

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oh no... am i falling in love? (sunoo)

PAIR. high school!sunoo x gn!reader GENRE. fake dating au, high school au, best friends to lovers, fluff WORD COUNT. 2.2k WARNINGS. none! NOTES. first post kinda nervous!! <//3 i need a sunoo irl he is truly the greenest of green flags

you and sunoo are those friends

you’ve got that type of friendship where something clicked and suddenly you were both attached at the hip for years

because apparently having the same clear muji pencil case with the holy grail 0.5 black muji pen at the beginning of middle school meant best friends ride or die in seventh-grade culture

like, someone who prioritized aesthetics in notetaking as much as you did? even in the confines of this crusty campus? crazy.

but anyway, with you being absolutely intent on making friends, sunoo couldn’t get rid of you if he tried but pls he could never survive without you anyway... who else would he trust enough to exchange his top-tier notes with?

and since then you’ve both been best friends for life! well, ever since the +6 with the introduction of sunoo's other friends [read: the rest of enhypen...]

and at first you were super happy because new friends!

but then they kind of stopped hanging out with you in the middle of sophomore year or so and went off into their own little world

and you were a little sad

ok maybe a lot sad. devastated, even.

but that was okay because that meant you were able to meet new friends and expand your horizons! you even got the chance to focus on yourself and join some new clubs, too!

who even is sunoo anymore lmao you don’t know him

but anyway

it was junior year and you were so tired of your friends bugging you to get a s/o

“[name], why don’t you date someone?”

“you’d really hit it off with so and so, don’t you think?”

“just put yourself out there”

ರ_ರ

ayo... excuse me

so one day you just can’t take it anymore

and maybe you should’ve thought this through but... nope

you don’t pause to think things through

because life is for living in the moment hell yes yolo gang

“umm guys i’m already dating someone!”

needless to say your friends go INSANE

like who tf is [name] gatekeeping from us they’re so fake /j

so like any sane and mentally adept person, you say the first name that comes to mind

“hahaha … sunoo!”

your friends stare at you. flabbergasted, shocked, stunned beyond words.

blink blink

“but … weren’t you guys just friends”

“NO”

you’re panicking but

trust

“we’re in LOVE”

ur friends are really like ok whatever, but go off

and that is how you find yourself dragging yourself over to sunoo's fifth period and placing your hands on sunoo's shoulders

“promise me you won’t freak out”

and ofc sunoo is already freaking out

bc why are you standing in front of the ap lang classroom with this crazily determined face and forcing him to listen to you

and this is how you get into this situation

with sunoo having a literal double take and you doing your best "pls help me out i beg of you" impression

“i can’t DATE you”

what

you give sunoo your best professional face even though inside you’re ???

bc um is it that bad to date you??

you are confused???

you’ve saved sunoo thousands of times in his high school career in both academics and social standing he can afford to pretend to date you ONCE

“WHY NOT”

“BECAUSE”

...

is he being fr rn

obviously you’re not getting anywhere and you turn around to walk away, kind of annoyed

“fine then, i’ll just find someone else to date me.” shrug (dies inside).

as soon as you say that, it’s like you’ve flipped a switch and suddenly sunoo is very concerned and almost a little upset

and when you don’t notice him contemplating something, he runs in front of you and nearly knocks you over

“second thoughts?”

sunoo scowls

although it looks more like a lil pout pushing at his lips and he crosses his arms

lmao who is this and what’s happened to sunoo

you shrug and start to leave for real until sunoo reaches out to tug at your arm

“NO, NO WAIT … I’LL DO IT”

you whirl around immediately and you are needless to say, very relieved!

｡◕‿◕｡

“perfect!”

but apparently sunoo hasn’t recovered from his fall from before

bc he can’t stop rubbing his hand against his neck and his face is all blotchy and pink

kinda cute, but in a best friends way. like wowie my best friend looks kinda adorable look at that boy go

but ofc sunoo has to ruin the special moment because he offhandedly says, “shouldn’t we have rules or something?”

rules???

RULES???

this is fake dating sunoo wdyfm rules? that's so silly goofy

“huh?”

“like … things not to do? maybe one big rule is not ruining our friendship???”

ʘ‿ʘ

he kinda smart for that

“ok easy then, just don’t fall in love with me”

apparently this is the WRONG thing to say?

sunoo is RED like boy is not pink anymore his cheeks are burning red

“you can’t just say that?”

????

you are confused bc what does that even mean

“why not?”

“that’s like ... y-you you can’t just say that.”

you are, if possible, even more confused?

“okay and?”

sunoo blinks

pls this boy has the audacity to just shrug

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

u are dumb af sunoo bout to throw hands here

but he won’t bc he loves u <3

so fifteen minutes later you guys decide to make three big rules

sunoo had a whole list of like twenty but you narrowed it down to these:

1. don’t ruin ur friendship

2. no kissing

3. and ur paying for three rounds of mint choco ice cream after this is over

honestly you think this is kinda rude considering sunoo is richer than ur entire life but whatever, at least he’s not leaving you out to the wolves

so when it’s finally time to put this fake dating thing to the test, you tug sunoo over to your side of the table during lunch and make sure to swing his hand

which actually feels kind of nice??

like you’ve never actually thought about this before

but sunoo is comforting

his hand fits right in yours, and he’s so warm

and i mean haha it’s not like this is a new thing, you two hold hands all the time!! but adjkaldjkfl not in a dating way

ur friends are shocked. bamboozled.

like they never thought you’d actually show up with a DATE

and bc they’re all RUDE they grill sunoo

but sunoo is best boy

best bf

and answers all their questions like a pro

that's my man

i mean what???

ur so proud

you let ur head rest against sunoo's shoulder and BITCH

sunoo presses a kiss to ur forehead

YO........................ insane.

why are u so happy? what is this??

it’s just so gentle and soft and you feel your heart getting all mushy and warm

your friends all give a big collective aww because one, they’re annoying af and yes y’all are cute cute and this is cute

but ur going through some existential crisis

and later when you’re walking with sunoo to all your classes, you can’t stop thinking that hey, this fakedating thing isn’t that bad

but whatever it’s just cause u miss spending time with sunoo!

yes, that’s it!

you’re just sad that sunoo always hangs out with his new group and you don’t get to see him as much

so this is nice!

you’re just going through some bff nostalgia rn... it's just gonna take some time for [name].exe to start working again

anyway now bc of this fakedating thing, you and sunoo just spend so much time together

like you guys have always been best friends, but this feels different

sunoo will run over to you when he sees you and wrap his arms around your waist

the first time he did it, he had the cuteness to go “is this okay? are you okay? is this too much?"

and YOUR HEART WENT !!!!!

you might’ve blushed

okay you did

but you convince yourself it’s just because ur touch starved and bitchless

c’mon... get it together

but whenever you call sunoo and wave at him, his face just LIGHTS up

and you’re pretty sure yours does too

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ﾟ･: *ヽ(◕ヮ◕ヽ)

needless to say, you kinda don’t want this all to end

because somewhere in the middle of all this, your head has gone from calling sunoo your fake boyfriend to your real boyfriend

and you don’t really want to go back to just being friends if you’re honest

wait hold up

uh oh

UH OH CODE RED

INTERPOL INTERPOL.....

did you just admit you liked sunoo?? in a FOR REALS way?

UMMMMM

so like the only way you know how to deal with things, you avoid it!

you start to act really distant

and now whenever sunoo wraps his arms around you, you stiffen up

and sunoo like the angel he is pulls away so quickly bc ?? is his best friend upset? uncomfortable?

did HE make his best friend for life, his 4lifer, uncomfortable? omg this isn’t ok what is happening

everyone can tell something is up

ofc they can, what with you going to the extent of running away whenever you see sunoo and sunoo reacting like the entire light got blown out his life

and bffr sunoo may be innocent but he ISN'T dumb

he knows your schedule he KNOWS you’re ignoring him

and baby is upset

because lately you’ve been starting to feel a lot more to him

and now you’re just gone??

that’s not okay and sunoo isn’t just gonna sit around and be sad

if there’s something he can do he’s gonna do all he can to try to fix it!

he corners you one day and holds up an angry piece of paper

“excuse me but you broke rule number one which is, in case you forgot, don’t RUIN OUR FRIENDSHIP”

“oh haha uh sunoo! hi uhh i gotta go 👉👉 ”

sunoo's face falls

and that was it

you just wanna hold his cheeks and tell him things are fine and that you love him

wait WHAT

but sunoo is still staring at you with that wounded look

like you’ve just ripped up his heart and torn it to shreds

bc that’s kinda what you’re doing

omg what’ve you done

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

“sunoo…”

his eyes lock onto yours so fast that you’re afraid he’s got whiplash

your mouth goes dry, and for a few moments it’s hard to talk

but you finally manage to tell him that “i don’t think we should fake date anymore.”

sunoo's face breaks

his eyes go wide, and it looks like he wants to stagger. and he almost does, just a little bit

“is it something i did?”

WHAT

this boy

kim sunoo is really gonna be the death of you

you’re shaking your head back and forth so fast because NO of course not of course this isn’t his fault

sunoo is Not Okay, and he looks so, so concerned for you. “because i swear i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. if i screwed up just tell me and i can fix it, [name], please”

you shake ur head, already starting to panic. “of course not. it’s not YOU sunoo. i just can’t fake date you because--”

you clamp your hands over your mouth

“because?” sunoo prompts, his voice careful

you just shake your head, already starting to turn and run back to somewhere, anywhere because this is stupid and you’re scared

terrified, actually

but sunoo just takes your hand and tugs you backward a bit, almost like a scene from a movie

you do that little twirl back and are face to face with the one and only

“do you … do you like me?” sunoo asks

that’s it

it’s out

you’re ready for your entire friendship with sunoo to come crashing down

“do you?” he repeats softly

you try to pull away but sunoo isn’t having it

he’s still holding onto your hand, gently, of course, and his eyes are boring into yours

you’re too scared to look because you’re afraid of what you’ll find

but when you can’t take it anymore and finally tilt your head up you realize something important

because his eyes aren’t full of disgust

in fact, that’s further from the truth

kim sunoo is staring at you with the biggest heart eyes you’ve ever seen and you’re confused as to how you’ve never seen this sooner

it’s almost like you’re his whole world, and now you can’t fucking breathe

is this real? chat is this fr rn??

your heart’s pounding in your chest so fast and there’s something bursting at your lungs

you nod faintly. “yes. i like you”

the huge grin that spreads across sunoo's face is everything

he rushes forward to pull you into a gigantic hug, even lifting you up a little as he spins you around and lets out a little happy noise

“i’ve liked you forever, [name], i can’t believe this is real”

what

so u could’ve been dating sunoo before??

“you dork why didn’t you tell me?”

“because you didn’t like me like that!”

BITCH WHAT

“well maybe i was confused” you pipe back

sunoo just laughs, burying his head in your shoulder. “i’m so happy right now.”

and honestly ?

so are you !!

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen blurbs #enhypen fic #enhypen sunoo #kim sunoo #sunoo #sunoo x reader #sunoo imagines #sunoo fluff #sunoo fic #sunoo soft hours #ashtxrie #— ash writes!

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stairain · 1 year

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BBM Baby.

Spencer wants nothing more than to leave work to be with you, so you sext him to torture him even further.

Warnings: Switch Spencer, Sub Spencer, Dom Spencer, titles (sir+ma’am), phone sex, sexting, nudes, male and female masturbation, praise, nicknames, fingering.

WC: 3.3K

It was the middle of the day and Spencer was at work while you were at home in your shared bedroom. You were laying on the bed scrolling through your phone mindlessly. You had texted Spencer a few minutes ago, and were expecting him to reply any second now.

Spencer: How’s your day, sweetheart?

As his name popped up on the screen, and quickly read over his text with a smile before responding.

You: Boring without you

You type, before hitting the send button.

S: Could make that better when I get home.

S: I miss you.

You read over his text and raise your brow as you sit up slightly under the covers

Y: How would you do that?

A few seconds pass as his text bubble disappears and reappears a few times.

S: Shouldn’t I save that for when I see you?

Y: Maybe I’m a little impatient.

S: I’ll make it worth your wait.

Y: Please? I’ll be good.

Your message makes him chuckle lightly, and his eyes flicker to the room around him to make sure no one else is paying attention to him before his fingers quickly scatter to reply.

S: Your begging isn’t going to get you anywhere, sweetheart. Just wait for me to get home.

You sighed and thought to yourself for a moment before quickly unraveling your shirt from off your body. You open the camera and snap a picture of you in your bra in bed and send it to him.

Y: Attachment: 1 Image.

Y: Waiting is boring.

His eyes widened almost immediately upon seeing the photo, and he looked around once more. Once he found the coast was clear he lowered his brightness and hunched over a bit on his desk, trying to hide his phone under the surface.

S: Can’t you do something to entertain yourself before I get home?

He couldn’t let you know how much this simple photo was affecting him, so he opted for just teasing you instead. Although, you were in no mood for it.

Another minute passes, and he is impatiently awaiting your response. Although, when it comes through, he had wished you hadn’t sent it at all.

Y: I can think of a few things

Y: Attachment: 1 Image.

Another photo from you pops up on his screen, and this time you’re no longer wearing your shirt, or your shorts. You’re left in just your bra and panties as you bite your lip and look at the camera. Spencer can feel how lightheaded he gets the second his eyes graze over the pixels. The blood rushed from his head straight to his stiffening cock, making his pants entirely too tight.

He bites his lip and shakes his head before typing frantically.

S: God, you’re beautiful. How am I supposed to wait until I get home when you’re sending me pictures like this?

S: I’m going to have to excuse myself for a little while if you keep distracting me.

Standing up from his desk, he makes up some bullshit excuse to everyone else about a “very important business call”, as he quickly scurries off to an empty office and quickly locks the door. Before you can even respond, you see his contact pop on screen as he was calling you. You pick up, and his voice is quiet and rushed as he speaks to you.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

He sounds breathless already, and you’d smile if not for the soft and airy moan you let out just from hearing the sound of his voice.

“Hi, Spence..”

You can hear his breath hitch, and you know that your voice affects him just as much as his. He swallows and sighs before murmuring in a slightly trembling voice.

“You don’t know how difficult you’re making things right now, baby. You know how badly I want to come home and take care of you, but I can’t.”

You placed the phone on the bed stand next to you and ran your hands over your skin as you spoke. Teasing fingers run down your stomach and into the top of your panties as you all but ignore his words.

“Where would you touch me?”

Spencer gasped lightly and glanced around the empty room, as if someone were there listening along with him.

“Jesus, sweetheart, stop, please..”

His husky voice only turned you impossibly further, and you ran a hand down to your underwear, teasing yourself. He sounded positively desperate for you, and you could almost laugh knowing he couldn’t do anything about it. You know he’d be standing in that little office, legs shaking and cock painfully hard in his dress pants, while you were home laying in bed with three fingers buried inside yourself.

“But it’s fun..”

He moaned, biting his lip so that he didn’t make too much noise. He looks down towards the bulge in his pants, and stops himself from reaching down and palming himself through the tight fabric. Instead, he clears his throat and tries his best to form a full sentence.

“And what’s stopping me from telling you to stop doing that?”

Your breath hitched as you touched yourself. Your voice sounded breathless as you moaned through the phone and it drove him crazy just to think about what you were doing right now. How he wasn’t there to please you himself, it made him all the more frustrated to be stuck at work.

“Y-You’re not here.. You’ve got work to do, Spence. I can do whatever I want..”

Spencer groans and trudges his way over to an office chair sat behind a wooden desk, letting out a soft sigh as he sits down and reaches a tentative hand down over his pants.

“You just like teasing me too much, hm?”

Long fingers run over the expanse of his bulge, and he moans softly at the feeling. You nodded to yourself and your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of your touch.

“Mhm.. I know how badly you need me right now, isn’t that right?”

He groaned again, gripping the phone so hard that you could hear a small creek. His other hand was preoccupied too, gently running the pads of his fingers over his own clothed cock, teasing himself the same way you would.

“God, yes.. I need you right now, baby.”

You smile as you bite your lip and throw your head back in the soft pillow. You slickened fingers carded through your soaked folds, pushing them around and spreading your arousal all over yourself.

“Too bad you’re at work and I’m stuck here touching myself, wishing it was you instead..”

Spencer shut his eyes and leaned his head back against the back of the chair as his hand subconsciously squeezed himself through his pants, feeling just how heavy and hard he was underneath the pathetic fabric. He was really trying to maintain his composure, but you were making it impossible.

“You have no idea how hard you’re making this for me right now.”

Your middle finger swirls over your hole for a short moment before you sink it into yourself, eyes crossing at the feeling of it pushing into your silky walls, just as he would.

“You–oh fuck–You should get back to work, hm..?”

He could hear the slick gush of your cunt around your fingers, and almost slapped a hand over his mouth to stifle a loud moan. He had a love-hate relationship with how you could control him so easily.

He didn’t want to get back to work. He wanted to drive home and fuck you until the sky turned bright again.

“Please, sweetheart, stop. You need to stop doing this..”

He begged, his voice sounding desperate and pleading with you. But despite his begging, his trembling hand still found the zipper of his pants, pulling it down and exposing his underwear to the empty room.

You ignored his pleas as you sunk another finger alongside the previous one, feeling the slight stretch inside of you.

“Need you so badly, sir..”

He gritted his teeth, trying so hard not to lose control over the phone, especially in the office.

“Baby, please” He tried again, taking deep breaths. “You have to stop..” He said, his voice sounding more pleading and strained. However his actions betrayed his words. The more he spoke the closer he was to freeing his leaking cock from his underwear.

His hand reached down and pulled the soaked fabric of his boxers down under his length, and pulled the heavy shaft out of its confines. Looking down he could see how shiny the head was from the precum already, and bit his lip when he saw another clear sticky drop spurt from the tip.

“I-I can’t.. can’t stop. Feels so fucking good, sir.”

Spencer groaned and bit his lip, trying to sound stern, but obviously failing.

“Sweetheart, I need you to stop. You’re going to make this incredibly difficult for me to keep working today. Please.. You have to stop.”

It was a pitiful attempt at trying to get you to stop, he knew. You had him exactly how you wanted him and he was completely helpless in this situation. He had a very weak will where you were concerned.

“I know you don’t want me to stop.. I know how badly you want to touch yourself right now to the sound of me.” Your voice was whiny as you teased him.

He swallowed and shook his head, almost in shame.

“A-Already am..”

His gaze lowered to his cock, his fist wrung tightly around the base as he stopped himself from exploding all over himself, staining his work attire and already embarrassing himself more than he already felt like he had.

“Show me.”

Your voice is gravelly as you tell him, wanting so badly to see the cock you wished was inside of you instead of your fingers. They were nothing compared to the way his large girth never failed to mold around him and leave you feeling entirely stretched out.

He’s silent for a moment, almost as if to process what you were asking of him, and you always knew he was nervous about taking photos or videos of himself intimately, but you also knew he’d do it as long as you told him just how amazing he looked. He thrived off of your praise.

“I bet you’re so hard right now, aren’t you sir?”

You can hear him shuffling around in his seat for a bit before he grunted in response.

“You can thank yourself for that.”

You curl your fingers up into you and whimper at the feeling. The surface of your thighs is covered in a thin layer of sweat and slick, and you wish more than anything that he was here to lick it up. With a strained voice, you call to him again.

“Answer the question, Spence.”

He was having extreme difficulty with speaking through his heavy breathing.

“Yes, sweetheart. God, yes..”

A notification from him suddenly causes your phone to buzz, and you involuntarily moan at the preview image. When you clicked on it, a photo of Spencer sat in his chair popped up. His pants were unzipped and only pulled down enough to expose his cock. The same one that was absolutely dripping with precum and looking painfully hard, if the protruding veins and red glistening tip gave anything away.

His large hand was fisted at the very base of his length, squeezing it so tight you could see the muscles in his hand strain. His hair was covering one of his eyes, which were staring at the camera with a look full of absolute desperation and need. Spencer’s mouth was slightly dropped open, having captured the photo whilst he was mid moan.

Everything about him looked positively beautiful, nothing short of utterly ruined for you.

“Fuck..”

Is all you were able to say, barely audible and breathy as it left your lips. You could hear him chuckle lightly on the other end of the line, and you were far too entranced to say something that would wipe that smirk right off his face.

“I need you so bad right now, baby.”

He breathed in a low, strained voice. The grip he had on himself started to move up and down the shaft, squeezing the life out of his cock to simulate only a third of the absolute bliss you always engulf him in.

The fact that you could hear how aroused he was, only made you fuck yourself faster and faster. You could hear the lewd wet noises as he fucked into his fist, dripping with so much precum that he was sliding in and out of the tight hole like it was no problem.

“Need you inside of me so badly, Spence.. Fuck..”

Your voice broke out in a whimper, adding a third finger to your puffy hole and gaping your mouth at the stretch. Your walls molded around the digits as they piston up against the silky walls of your cunt.

Upon hearing your approaching orgasm in your voice, Spencer bows his head down and moves his hand quicker and quicker. The hand holding the phone is shaking from how hard he’s gripping onto it, and how quickly he’s being brought to his peak.

He chokes on a moan and speaks, needing to hear more of your sweet voice before he absolutely explodes in his fist.

“God, sweetheart..” He breathed out heavily. “This is killing me.. I’m so lucky you didn’t send that while I was in the office.”

You giggled through a moan and slowed down the cant of your fingers, needing to prolong this as long as you could take.

“Why..? Hm? Don’t want your coworkers seeing me touching myself for you?”

He let out a soft chuckle and shook his head.

“I could care less what they see, baby.” He admitted. “I just don’t want them to see me.” He added, smirking.

“You don’t want them seeing you all hot and bothered because of me? Knowing just how hard you are underneath your desk?” Your tease as your hands speed up once more. You knew him all too well.

How hard he’d blush and how wide his eyes would go if you had sent him a video of you fucking yourself in his absence. His mouth would go dry, and the teeth of his zipper would threaten to pop if he hadn’t excused himself within the next second.

All of his colleagues would notice, questioning why he was so red, why he was holding his phone so close to his chest, and why he was pushed so close to the edge of his desk.

You bit your lip in a smile just thinking about how much he’d stammer out an excuse before practically sprinting to the nearest restroom to fuck his fist until he coated his fingers.

But thank god he was smart enough to call you before you got any ideas.

He inhaled sharply when you described it like that. It felt downright dirty, just thinking about all of his friends and coworkers making fun of him for getting sent nudes during work hours, and not being able to focus on anything else but those images on the darkened screen of his.

“God–god—yes, sweetheart. They’d tease me for hours if they knew what you were doing.. I’m so lucky you’re mine, I love you so much, baby please.”

His words only further spurred you on, and he knew you had a thing for praise. So with each sweet word he murmured to you, it made you moan louder and louder, quickly pushing you to your limit as you were already spurting your arousal all over your fingers.

“F-Fuck.. I-I love you, too.. Spence.”

As you continued to touch yourself to the sound of his voice, you felt your legs begin to shake as you were rapidly approaching your peak. His breathing was heavy and shaky as he felt the same burn in the pit of his stomach, urging him to keep going and never stop.

“S-Spence.. I-I’m..Fuck.”

“Yes, yes sweetheart. God.. You’re doing so well.” He murmured. “Do you need me?” He teased as he twisted his palm over the gushing head of his cock, the sensation making him roll his eyes back into his head and groan.

Your mouth drops in a loud moan and through the burn of the stretch, you could feel another rush of red hot heat quickly washing over you.

“More than anything..”

Another low moan escaped his throat at your words, but he stayed silent for a moment or two.

“I need you too, baby. You don’t understand. No one loves you like I do, no one touches you like I do, and no one fucks you like I do..” His voice sounded hoarse and strained, his breaths heavy like he was holding himself together by a thread at the moment now.

Your eyes go crossed and roll back into your skull as his words, and you whimper pathetically. You were so close it was almost unfair.

“Need you more than anything.. Please.. please please.. I’m so close, sir please.” Your begging doesn’t stop as you’re pushed further and further over the edge, so close to pouring over. Your pleas quickly proved to be far too much for him, because before you can even finish your sentence, you can hear a loud raspy moan from the other line.

Spencer writhed in the chair, body trembling and hands shaking, teeth gritted in a feeble attempt to hush himself. The fist working his cock squeezes tightly at the base before quickly shooting up to the head, making him jolt in pleasure as he spurts over the top of his hand. His mouth drops in an ear shattering whimper as he feels all of his pent up need and desperation for you quickly rush down the surface of his skin.

As you hear him reach his peak, you chase after him closely. Your fingers brush across the pad of your sweet spot, and you’re letting out an equally loud moan as you gush around your fingers. Your thighs jolt around your hand, and you throw your head back against a pillow as your orgasm floods through your body.

A few silent moments pass where Spencer is panting in the phone, eyes tightly knit shut as his cum drips down his hand. He can’t hear anything from your side, and he blinks a few times before swallowing and speaking in a shaky voice.

“Sweetheart? A-Are you okay?”

He looks around the office for something to clean himself up with, and places the phone down on the table when he spots a box of tissues. He takes one, and winces at the feeling of slight overstimulation when the rough material brushes against the underside of his head.

Once he had rid himself of his sin and zipped himself back up, he picked up the phone again and tried to repeat himself.

“H-Hello? Baby, are y–”

“Come home. Now.”

Your tone was serious and demanding, almost daring him to say no. His mouth runs dry and he swallows, nodding to nobody but himself.

“Yes, Ma’am. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”

You don’t say another word as you hang up the phone, and Spencer takes a few heavy breaths before shoving his phone into his pocket and trying his best to fix his hair. He knows his skin is twinged a sinful shade of pink, and there’s no doubt small droplets of sweat are running down his neck, but he didn’t care about anything else about coming home to you.

He quickly readjusts his tie, and takes a long breath as he opens the door to the office and steps out of it. He walks over to his desk and picks up everything he needs, sloppily shoving it into his bag.

Spencer’s mind is so focused on you and only you, that he almost doesn’t hear the teasing remark thrown his way by one of his coworkers.

“Phone call with the missus?”

Without even looking at whoever the speaker was, he blushes and frantically finishes packing up before making his way to the elevator.

“Something like that..”

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zegrasdrysdale · 12 days

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I know you’ve been getting Ethan Edwards smuts recently but I just thought of one today and thought I’d share it with you! Riding Ethan because he’s too hurt to be on top!

Hoping you could write this for me!! Thank you!!

[ saddle up ] e. edwards

paring : Ethan Edwards x fem!reader

summary : a bored and injured Ethan finds his girl’s cowgirl hat from Halloween after a few months and is wearing it when she comes to the hockey house after class hoping she gets the hint

warning(s) : smut ! dirty talk, use of pet names during sex, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), injured!ethan (but he’s also horny lol)

author’s note : pls send all the ethan smut requests bc i am a whore for this man and i will pretty much write anything i get abt him lmaoo. enjoy anon <33

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The moment she walks into the hockey house after a full day of classes and lectures, something’s off. The house is usually buzzing with hockey players by the time four rolls around and she comes walking into the house.

This time, the house is empty. Luca isn’t sitting in the living room playing some kind of game with Adam, the Duke boys aren’t yelling at each other in the kitchen, no stray hockey player is doing his homework or playing with Luca if Adam has a game.

It’s too quiet.

“Ethan?” she calls out. “Are you here?”

There’s no way they’d leave Ethan alone with his injured shoulder. He still needs help with a few basic things and can’t put a lot of weight on his shoulder yet. That’s why she’s practically been living with four hockey players since she and Ethan came back from summer break.

As she walks up the stairs, a soft “here” comes from down the hallway. She pushes the door to Ethan’s room open and peeks her head inside.

Ethan is lying in bed so she feels a little better, but he’s wearing an unbuttoned checkered flannel and a pair of jeans. Her sparkly black cowgirl hat from Halloween is on his head. She covers her smile with her hand and has to stifle a laugh.

“What the hell are you wearing?” she asks, voice muffled by her hands. The laughter is evident in her voice. “What is happening?”

He smiles and slowly manuvers himself so he’s sitting up against the headboard behind him. “I got bored and was pacing around my room and I found your hat while I was doing that,” he tells her. “Dressed the part. I was hoping you’d do me a favor though.”

She kicks the door shut behind her and drops her bag on the floor next to it. “Yeah? What’s that?”

“Save a horse, ride a hockey player?” Ethan tells her. It’s more of a question than a comment. “Well, a hockey player dressed as a cowboy. Anyway, please?”

Even injured and ordered by the doctor to rest, Ethan is thinking about sex. Possibly explains why the house is so empty. “Did you kick everyone out or something?” she asks. “It’s Wednesday. The house is usually filled to the brim with hockey players by now.”

“Coach Naurato called an emergency practice at Yost,” he explains. “There’s a team meeting I have to go to at seven but until then, I have the house all to myself.” He pats his lap with the hand that’s attached to his healthy shoulder. “So, saddle up.”

The laugh that she’s been surpressing bubbles from her throat. She loses it for a second, but she kicks off her sneakers anyway. “You are insufferable, Ethan Edwards,” she laughs. “Hot, but insufferable.”

Ethan shoots her another smile. “Yeah, but you still love me anyway,” he comments as she carefully crawls onto his lap. “Plus, it’s been a while since you’ve been fucked so I knew you couldn’t turn this down.”

She rolls her eyes and plays with the button on Ethan’s jeans. “I wanted to be careful because of your shoulder, E,” she tells him. “But yeah I’m losing my mind a little bit because it’s been a while.”

“Knew it,” Ethan laughs.

“You better be nice to me,” she reminds him as she pops his jeans open by undoing the button. “I’ll make sure this goes excruciatingly slow for you if you’re not nice to me.”

He throws his hands in the air in surrender. “Alright,” he says. “No need for threats.”

She smiles and kneels between his knees so she can get his pants off. She wiggles the jeans off of his legs and throws them on the floor. She can clearly see the bulge that’s formed in his boxers. With a light touch, she traces the bulge and Ethan presses his lips in a line.

Her fingers trail up over his abs and toned chest until she grazes his stubbled jaw. She carefully leans over him so she doesn’t accidentally put pressure on his shoulder.

Their eyes meet and Ethan smiles. “Hi, baby,” he says.

“Hi, handsome,” she giggles. “You sit there and rest like the doctor you to. I’ll take care of you.”

Ethan nods and she surges forward to capture his lips in a needy kiss. She cups his jaw and moves herself so she straddles one of his thighs. One of Ethan’s hands slides up the back of her shirt that she borrowed stole from him.

It’s very much been a while since they’ve properly had sex. It was before Ethan’s surgery, which was nearly seven months ago. Even then it was sporadic because he was playing through an injury and she didn’t want to hurt him even more. It’s been consistently hands, fingers, and mouths since about five months ago.

They’re great, especially when it’s Ethan’s fingers or tongue that make her come. Nothing will compare to being filled by Ethan’s dick though.

Yeah, she’s missed proper sex. Just a little bit. Or a lot.

She reaches down between them to pull her Ethan’s shirt over her head. The kiss breaks but Ethan leans up a bit and presses kisses to her collarbone. The hat he is wearing is knocked off his head and falls onto the pillows behind him. She grabs it and puts it on her own head.

He looks up at her and pulls back. “Saving a horse, riding a hockey player,” she comments. “Plus, it’s my hat.”

“It looks better on you anyway,” he replies. She tilts her hat in his direction and Ethan laughs.

His fingers slide to her back and unclasp the bra she had on. It falls between them and Ethan tosses it to the floor. He kisses her collarbones and chest. His lips trail down to her boobs. He’s always loved her tits and has always given them extra attention. Now is no different.

She leans her head back and sighs as Ethan cups one breast while he takes the other in his mouth. He switches after a moment. Her fingers are in his hair and she leaves the occasional kiss to his temple. “Ethan,” she sighs into his hair.

“Let me give my pretty girl some love first,” he mumbles against her skin. She smiles into his locks. “Then you’re allowed to do whatever you want.”

It feels like an eternity later when Ethan finally pulls back and looks up at her with the most innocent look on his face. Her chest is covered in red marks that only the two of them will ever see since it’s not bathing suit season. She shakes her head with a laugh before she leans in and captures his lips in a soft kiss.

Ethan begins to push at the waist and of the leggings she has on. “Come on, baby,” he whines into the kiss. “Off. Want you to ride me, pretty girl.”

His words shoot straight to her core and she hums. She loves when he talks to her like this and calls her ‘pretty girl’.

She has to break the kiss so she can get her pants off for him. She pushes the leggings, along with her already wet panties, down to her knees. She kicks them off from there. Ethan bites his bottom lip when she crawls onto his lap, completely naked.

Very carefully, she pushes the flannel that he’s wearing off his body. He sits up so she can get it off his arms without bumping his shoulder. The shirt joins the rest of their clothes on the ground.

Just to be a tease, she rolls her hips against Ethan’s. He groans and both his hands fly to her waist. “Keep doing that and we’re gonna have a problem,” he tells her. With a smile, she pulls his boxers off of him. His dick springs free of it’s confines as she throws the fabric to the floor with a soft thud.

She takes him in one hand and reaches over to his table to grab a condom out of the drawer. He intercepts her hand and she raises her eyebrows at him. “As long as it’s okay with you, I don’t want to use one,” he comments. “I just want to feel you.”

“You are so lucky that I started taking the pill,” she tells him with a laugh. “I’d be saying absolutely not if I didn’t.”

“Thank God for birth control,” Ethan replies. She smiles and leans in to kiss him again. One of his hands comes up to cup her face. She moves herself so she straddles his waist.

After a few extra pumps, she lines Ethan’s dick up with her entrance. She slowly sinks down on his cock with a sigh against his lips. His hands are on her waist to help her stay balanced. She feels the familiar stretch as she lowers herself onto his dick.

Once he’s completely inside of her, she gives herself a second since it’s been a while. Then she slowly moves her hips, still trying to be careful of Ethan’s shoulder.

Soft pants pass her lips into the messy kiss. The quicker her movements are, the heavier the pants. She has to break the kiss and rests her forehead against Ethan’s so she can breathe.

One of his hands comes up and cups her jaw. His thumb runs over her swollen lips and her hair has formed a curtain around their faces. She continues to move at a steady pace.

“Fuck,” she pants. “Missed this, E. Missed you.”

“Never left, baby,” he tells her. “Missed this too though.”

She smiles and kisses him again. Her hands rest on his torso as she quickens her pace.

The kiss doesn’t last long. The tip of his cock grazes her favorite spot and she groans. She sits back and is able to move at a slower but more comfortable pace and speed.

Ethan’s fingers trail from her jaw, down between her tits and over her stomach until he reaches her clit. She falters in her pace for a second but quickly recovers as she gets used to his fingers on her clit. “Don’t stop, E,” she pants as the knot in her stomach forms. “Shit.”

“I have you, pretty girl,” Ethan tells her. His own voice is shaky. “Look so pretty riding my cock, baby.”

She bites her bottom lip as her legs begin to shake on either side of his waist. Her orgasm is imminent but she isn’t ready for this to be over so quickly.

Her hands slide from his torso to his chest. Ethan’s able to lean his head up a bit and press soft kisses to her wrist. He grabs her hand with his free hand and kisses the back of it before he trails kisses down her arm. He gently pulls her so she leans over him again.

She lightly wraps her arms around his neck and quickens her pace one more time. “Fuck, E,” she gasps as the knot threatens to come undone. “Don’t want this to be over.”

“Come on my cock, sweet girl,” he tells her. “We’ll do this as many times as you want. Just wanna see you come on my cock, baby.”

His words mixed with his fingers on her clit and dick inside her are too much and she comes the next time she lowers herself onto him.

She loudly cries out his name as she reaches her high. Ethan cups her face in his hands so she doesn’t fall but she also grabs onto the headboard just in case. She loses her vision for two seconds and sees stars.

Ethan isn’t far behind her. With his healthy arm, he lifts her up and comes on her stomach and thighs. She heavily pants with a smile on her face as Ethan sinks back against the headboard after his own orgasm. He has a lazy smile on his own lips.

She leans in and they share a handful of lazy kisses as they both come down from their highs and get feeling back in their bodies.

As soon as she feels like she can stand, she gets off of Ethan and grabs the shirt she stole from him to wipe herself off. She finishes the job once she pees and wets a cloth.

When she comes back into the room, Ethan has the hat back on and is laying under the covers from the waist down. She laughs and shakes her head as she crawls under the covers with him.

She presses soft kisses to the scar on his shoulder. “I love you,” she mumbles. “The hat’s gotta go though. I’m down to do that again without the hat.”

Ethan tosses the hat somewhere in the room. “I love you,” he tells her. “I have an alarm set so you can sleep if you want.”

With a soft hum in agreement, her tired body gives in to sleep as she curls up around her boyfriend.

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•Midnight sessions & Love Confessions🌙🤍•

Genre: Fluff, best friends to lovers, flirting, slight sass on Chan’s part, cursing (very minimal) Idol!HanxReader

Words: 1.6K

A/N: This is my first time writing again in almost 5 years... Hopefully, you guys enjoyed this as much as I did!! If you guys want to see more of this please reblog/like the post or if you have any feedback please DM me!!

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“Okay Y/N, that was good but do you think you can sound like you're actually in love? You know, like how you are in love with Jisung.”

You glare at Chan while you mouth the words “Fuck you” to him. As Chan and Binnie start laughing at you as you simply roll your eyes. The boys have been teasing you about your crush on Jisung, the other 1/3 of the 3racha, for a while now. They accidentally found out about your feelings for him a few months ago during one of your usual movie nights at your place. Since then, they have been either making jokes or pushing you to confess your feelings to him. However, you have always refused, thinking that he doesn't feel the same way and you didn’t want to jeopardize your friendship with him. After all, Jisung has been your best friend for years and you both have been inseparable since you debuted together. You walk out of the booth frustrated and sat on the couch. Chan and Binnie at the same time turned their chairs around to face you. It was already 12:30 AM and you were exhausted.

“Why can’t you give this part to Lee Know or Seungmin, they can sing this better than I can anyway,” you say stubbornly, closing your eyes for a few seconds.

"Because I had you in mind to sing the girl's response to this love song, Y/n. Plus, Bin and I have been wanting you to sing this for the past year now. We've even discussed having you as our featured artist for this album so you really can't back out now princess," Chan responded with a smile.

You couldn't really argue with Chan about this because he brings up a good point. You and the boys have been begging management for a song collaboration for years, and as soon as they agreed, you all teased the collaboration to your respective fanbases. Scrapping it now would be a waste of time and bad from a publicity standpoint. Knowing you had no way out of this session for at least tonight, you groaned as you stood up back up from the couch and walked back into the booth, grabbing on the headphones that rested on the mic. Once you had the headphones situated properly and the lyrics in front of you, you look at Binnie for the next instructions.

“Okay Y/n, start from the top of the second verse until you reach the bridge. Remember, try to sing this as if you're falling in love. Put lots of emotion into this bunny,”

You nod while Chan signals to Binnie to hit the record button. The instrumentals start playing as you take a deep breath, closing your eyes, and trying to mimic the feeling of being in love. Instantly, you pictured Jisung in front of you, smiling ear to ear as he cheers you on from the other side. You couldn’t help but crack open a soft smile as memories of the two of you played in your mind. You start to recall all the times he saved you from bad blind dates and all the all-nighters you both would pull just because you both got heavily attached to some anime series that was 10 years old. You continued to sing into the mic, putting all the emotions you were feeling into it and not missing a beat. This was something you didn’t do in your first couple of recordings. You were so deep into your feelings, channeling that feeling of being in love, that you didn’t even realize you were hitting all of the high notes in the bridge that Chan originally took out because you couldn’t hit them. Once the music starts to fade away, the memories of Jisung and you fade away too. You slowly open your eyes to see not only Chris and Binnie smiling at you, but Jisung was also in the room, staring at you in amazement. He pushes Chris over to the side and speaks into the mic.

“Damn Y/n that was absolutely fucking amazing!! Who knew you had that in you, Angel.”

Angel... He just called you angel. He’s only ever called you Bubba or Bubbles but never Angel... You feel your face turning red as you quickly put the headphones back down on the mic and walk out of the booth.

Ignoring that you are blushing over this new nickname, Jisung attacks you in a hug as he whispers in your ear about how beautiful you sounded in your recording. When did Ji sneak in? Did the boys text him to come sit in as you sang? Did he see you blush when he called you angel? You were so deep into thought trying to figure out what just happened, that you didn’t hear Chan talking to you.

“Earth to Y/nnnn, did you hear anything I just said.”

“Huh, no sorry what did you say Channie?” You let go of Jisung's embrace, and as you turn to face Chan, you see him smirking. Unlike Jisung, he could tell you were clearly blushing over the compliments you were receiving.

“I said I think we finally got our take. If you want, you can go home for the night since I know it’s getting late, and we can play it back first thing in the morning for you.”

Sighing in relief, you agree while you pack up your things. You thank the boys for having to spend/ deal with you the last few hours, telling them you will see them in the morning, and start to walk out of the room when Jisung stops you.

“Y/n wait up!” He grabs you by the arm, spinning you around.

“Here let me take you home, it’s late and cold out.”

“Oh Ji, I don’t want to bother you with that! I was planning to Uber home anyway.”

“Well, luckily you aren’t bothering me with asking since I am also the one offering. Plus it is my civil duty as your best friend, so I am taking you home and that's final. Now come on, Angel.”

He interlocks his hand into yours as you both walk out of the company building and go to his car. You couldn’t help but look down as you try to contain your smile though this is something the both of you usually do consistently. Jisung walks up to the passenger's side of his car and opens it for you, bowing down and signaling for you to hop in. You giggle at his silly gesture as you playfully curtsey back to him and get in. It’s moments like these you can’t help but fall more in love with him. He closes your door and quickly runs over to his side of the car, turning it on. He puts on some random playlist and he puts the car in drive.

“Alrighty, off to your house.”

After 10 minutes of listening to music in silence, you finally arrived at your apartment building. You could see from above your sister’s lights were still on which means she was still up playing video games with Felix and I.N. As you turned to face Jisung, thanking him for the ride home, you noticed he was already facing you, softly smiling.

"I know I said this earlier at the studio in front of the boys, but I really meant it when I said you really killed it with the song, Y/n. I can seriously listen to you sing all day."

That compliment made your heart skip a beat. You couldn't believe what you just heard. Although you are very talented and often hear comments like that from fans, there was something different about hearing it come from Jisung. It made you feel all bubbly inside as if you had butterflies fluttering everywhere.

"I am being 100 percent honest, Y/n. Hearing you sing with such passion and emotion, I would be lying if I said I didn't fall in love with your voice. I mean, I am already in love wit--" Jisung stops speaking as he covers his mouth and quickly looks down.

You look at him, taking a moment to process what was just said. Han Jisung, your best friend and long-time crush, has unintentionally confessed his love for you. Now the car is now truly silent as the music stops playing. With some newfound confidence, you reach over and gently lift his chin. He looks at you with red cheeks, clearly embarrassed, and tries to avoid your eye contact. You couldn’t help but smile as you finally, say the words he's been longing to hear.

“I am in love with you too Ji.”

Jisung grabs your face and kisses you passionately, and within seconds, you feel a rush of sparks running through your body. It's the answer you've been waiting for after years of not knowing. As Jisung pulls away, he places his forehead against yours.

“I've been waiting to do that since we first met, Angel.”

“I’ve been waiting for the same thing Ji.” You smile at him as you kiss him again.

After that night, the two of you officially became a couple. The boys were ecstatic to learn that you both had finally confessed your feelings to each other after almost a year of teasing. You also later find out that Jisung had actually written the song that had become a global #1 hit as a confession of his feelings towards you, not Chan and Binnie as you had initially thought.

So not only do you have the #1 love song trending worldwide, but you also got the best boyfriend by your side.

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artemfication · 2 years

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Mammon and his crushing problems

Let’s be real here, he is an absolute simp for MC

He would quite literally kiss the ground they walk on

However…

Mans is too embarrassed to admit he fell in love with a human

Like he is literally the second most powerful of the seven sins, tf u mean simping for some dumb ass human???

Oh fuck they smiled at him, RUN!

poor MC takes that as a sign that he doesn’t like them

They didn’t expect for the seven brothers to like them at all, but it seems like even being near them is too embarrassing for the second born

“MC is not with us for breakfast?”

“Huh? Wdym MC isn’t there for breakfast?! They never miss out on breakfast, and here I thought we could do our make-up togethee!” Asmodeus is a bit confused.

“Do any of you happen to know about their whereabouts?”

“I did hear their door when I was making breakfast. Think it was around seven? They must’ve gone to school early.” Satan mumbles as he takes a bite from his sandwich.

“Strange…I see no need for them to go that early. Not that I’m complaining, but their grades look fine.”

Lucifer’s gaze turns to Mammon and he can already feel another scolding coming from the oldest.

“Don’ look at me, they didn’t tell me anythin’ this mornin’ so ya can’t blame me.”

“You’re right. I was suppose to assign someone else as MC made a request to swap you out for one of your brothers. Their preference was Beelzebub or Satan. Not to worry, I will seek them out at RAD. I have a hunch either the Angels or Solomon came to pick them up…perhaps Thirteen since they became quite close lately. It does make me wonder what made them want to change guardians, though they assured me it’s because they wanted to get to know the others better.”

Ouch…that hurt mammon’s teeny tiny heart

Wasn’t he enough for you?

Did he do something that pissed you off?

“I’m done with breakfast. I’ll go ahead. Mammon’s got the dishes right? I’ll go and seek out MC to accompany them until you’ve had your little talky talk.” Asmodeus quickly gets up and takes one last glance in the mirror before going out to make his way to RAD.

One by one the brothers leave the table until it’s just mammon and lucifer.

“You’ve been awfully quiet mammon”

“Wha- you wanna have me talkin’ all the time or what?”

“That’s not what I was implying, however, you seemed quite surprised and sad when you heard about the change in guardianship. Mind telling me if you did something anyway?”

“Argh, how am I suppose to know? I’m just glad I got them off my back-“

“Lucifer?”

Mammon freezes at the sound of your voice.

“You wanted to speak to me? I’m sorry for not attending breakfast, I was in the library to print out my assignment papers. I have a free period right now as the professor got sick. Asmodeus told me you wanted to talk to me so I came back as you were still here. Saves you a trip to seek me out.”

“How thoughtful of you MC. Yes, I did want to talk to you about the change of guardianship. Please follow me to my office.”

Mammon tries to talk to MC but they give him the cold shoulder and avoid his gaze like the plague.

He’s fucked up for good, hasn’t he?

For the rest of the day he has locked himself in his room, lying on his bed and staring at his screen which plays some random video about how to hack a gambling machine.

Did they hear him say those harsh words?

But he didn’t mean it…

Beelzebub calls for dinner, but mammon has no appetite.

How is he suppose to fix this?

His old self would’ve been happy to be free from that guardianship

But the him now has become so attached to that puny little human

He never wanted to admit it, but it is a fact.

He’s in love with you

But expressing such a thing is so hard

How does Asmodeus do this shit all the time?

Well…not like he’s ever confessed, but rather received confessions…

Mammon has had his fair share of confessions as well. But he never confessed himself.

Do humans and demons confess in the same ways?

He looks up how to confess on Deviltube, watches some human confession movie scenes, but he is none the wiser

A little while later he hears laughter from outside his door and he quietly walks towards the door the peek outside.

“…and so his mom exposed him at a family dinner, for dating all these girls, because she found out their names by accident and the poor guy had to sit through the embarrassment, it was so funny when I heard it!”

MC and Asmodeus are gossiping and giggling as they’re making their way to Asmo’s room

That sweet smile MC wears…

They never smiled at him like that

“Let me get you some cute accessories I recently bought, when I was back home! See if they match with your fit for tomorrow, yeah?”

MC walks to their own room to look through their vanity drawer and are too busy searching that they don’t hear mammon walk in, until he clears his throat

O-oi, human. Can we talk for a sec?”

“I don’t have any grimm on me and no you can’t sell my bathwater.”

“That’s not what I wanted to t-talk about. I-it’s about that guardianship…”

“You’re welcome. Was that it?”

Guilt is weighing heavy on his heart as he hears the slight hurt in their voice

“I don’t want a “you’re welcome”…I just wanted to know why…?”

“Because you’re obviously embarrassed of me. You always run away whenever I look at you. When I try to be nice, you run off. When I ask you a question, you insult me without missing a beat. I know you didn’t like me in the beginning, but what did I ever do for you to hate me so much? Is it because I’m human?”

“N…no, I swear on my Goldie, it ain’t you who’s the problem. It’s me, I’m the one being stupid. I never meant any of those insult towards ya. Ya gotta believe me MC! I-It’s just this stupid feelin’ I get whenever I’m near ya…ya make me feel kinda weird…”

“As in disgust?”

“Nah, nah, not disgust…it’s just…it feels nice…but it also makes me anxious, ya know what I mean?”

At this point mammon is redder than Lucifer’s eyes.

He can feel those beats of sweat drip down the sides of his face

C’mon ya stupid demon, just say your shit!

“I….uh….I…I like you, okay?!” He splutters, eyes closed and his fist balled, not daring to look MC in the eyes

They’re gonna reject him, aren’t they? Just like everyone else-

“Mammon a-are you sure…?”

“You’re ma human…I’m ya first man…I don’t want any of those others to become ya guardian…you’re my precious dumbass human…”

Would you reject this adorably tall, white haired, blushing, stuttering, avatar of Greed?

You must be stupid if you did.

“I’m sorry for being so mean to ya…I was just a lil’ scared of myself.”

The MC is too stunned to speak

“I-I get it if ya gonna reject me…but it was unfair of me to keep ya in the dark…I’m sorry…”

“You dumbass demon…why didn’t you say that earlier?!”

The mammon was too stunned to speak as MC’s arms have found their way around his waist.

“I’m not rejecting you, but you really need to stop doing stupid things…”

“I heard ya…”

Spoiler alert: He didn’t

Mans still gets flustered as hell whenever MC does something as mundane as asking him something or even just walking beside him!

He once passed out when receiving a scolding from Lucifer because MC held his hand

#obey me headcanons #obey me #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #obey me x reader #mammon is baby #protect this dumbass i beg

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grippingbeskar · 1 year

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request incoming!!- so I don’t know if you’ve seen the last of us specifically the second one. This scene (https://youtu.be/RHNohvRHd1M) where happy shows mercy for dinner. I was wondering if you could make that into a fic with din and the reader where the two are basically in the same exact situation, Reader tries to save mando. Whoever they’re fighting, almost kills the reader and then din says “she’s pregnant.” and whoever they’re fighting shows mercy or goes to kill the reader anyways but din saves the day. you can choose the ending!!!

thank u ❤️❤️

warnings: illusion to smut, mentions of child loss, pregnancy, early pregnancy, i have no idea how baby stuff works so i’m guessing the size of the baby but like it’s early on is what i was trying to get at 😭

a/n: okay i am a big tlou fan and i know this request has been here for a hot minute but it just took me a while to get in the mood but thank you so much for this! i love this scene in the game, it’s such a memorable moment. thank you so much for your request!

“Stay quiet. I’ll go around.” Din says in a whisper, his hand pressing you down flat onto the sandy ground. “Do you understand? Wait. Here.”

“Okay!” You whisper-yell back, rolling your eyes. You know Din’s face is under there, serious as ever, and though you know you can protect yourself, his new found obsessiveness over your safety has some primal heat shimmering through you. It makes you nod once more and tuck your legs in out of sight, and his thumb swipes softly over your cheek before he rolls out of cover and disappears.

Ever since you’d told Din you were pregnant, he was relentless. You thought he was protective before? Now, you couldn’t even take a step without him right beside you, making sure you didn’t fall off balance. He took care of everything— making sure you were safe, cared for, even avoiding collecting bounties and skirting the Outer Rim, refusing to let you near anything that is even remotely dangerous.

You were carrying his child. Something he never thought possible for himself. When he’d found you, a mud covered runaway looking for a quick escape off a backwater planet, he never could have foreseen what came next. Falling in love with you, showing his face, having a child… he had every right to want to protect this. Protect you.

You knew he hated bringing you here, but you were running low on supplies and needed to refuel. You wouldn’t make it to a safer planet before you’d be running on rations, and Din refused to feed you anything other than real food. It was your fault. You’d distracted him from taking any real stock. Being pregnant had also come with some other… consequences, that kept his mind occupied. And hands. And mouth.

The blaster fire in front of you knocked you back to reality, hearing the familiar sounds of Din’s grunts as he made his way through the gang of Imperials. The small supply store you’d hoped to be in and out of quickly had now turned in to a shootout, both your own and Dins faces attached to several bounties in the Inner and Outer Rims. You’d spent most of your first few years with him outrunning them.

The blaster fire continues, and every urge in you screams to help. Get your blaster out and fire at something. You know you can do it— you’d learnt from the best. Where Din has his attack dog senses on high alert, something has been awakened in you too. An urge to protect— and it’s on fire in your chest. You can’t sit here and do nothing. You know you aren’t Din, but you have to do something.

The blaster fire has thinned out, and just as you think it’s all over, Din shouts.

Loud. It’s nearly a scream, but through the modulator it’s lower. You hear two— no, three, maybe— three sets of footsteps rush in, and Din groans in answer to loud thud. It sounds like something hitting beskar, and the clatter of weapons on the ground confirm your suspicions. They are beating him.

He has time. You know, realistically, he does. It’s beskar they are kicking through. Their legs will break before they ever breach the armour— but he’s hurting. You can hear it. Every kick makes him wince, and you can imagine they are going for where he’s been shot. Hitting him over and over and over—

You roll out of cover before you can think, and there’s two men standing over Din’s crumpled body. You shoot, one dropping instantly over the top of him. It takes him a second, but before he can respond, you’ve shot the next guy and he topples over too.

“No!” Din shouts, still trapped under two dead bodies. He thrashes, and you can see the blood leaking out of his side. You take one step forward, but you’re yanked back by your hair before you reach him. “Don’t touch her!”

“You fucking bitch.” Someone seethes behind you, and slams their knee into your side. Something crunches, and blaring pain shoots through your chest, causing you to wail and crumple to the ground.

Whoever’s behind you doesn’t let you get far, still holding you by your hair with your neck bent up painfully. Their free hand smashes into your side again, and you feel yourself cough up blood as you try to scream out.

“Stop. Stop. You want me— let her go. You…” His voice is strained, and he’s finally got out from under the dead weight to stagger to his knees. His gloved hand is holding his side, and your eyes go fuzzy looking at the blood. “You don’t want to do this.”

“She’s wanted by the Empire just as much as you. Though maybe they won’t mind that I only take one in alive, considering the carnage.” Din is still panting, getting up on one leg, but falling back to his knees.

His helmet is locked on you, and you try your best to tell him not to offer himself. Your mouth opens and despite your best efforts, nothing comes out. Instead, just a tear falls, cutting through the dirt down your face. Images flash behind your fluttering eyes, of the life you might of had with… with the tiny little thing in your stomach, hardly bigger than a jellybean. The thought makes you choke up, blood dripping out the side of your mouth.

A hand still holds your head up, scalp feeling like it’s being wrung out.

“Just take me. I’ll go. She has nothing to do with this.” Din puts out his hand, and tries to stand again. The sound of him hitting the ground for a second time makes your eyes force open, and it’s then that you see what he’s doing. He’s not really staggering, but a discarded blaster is tucked next to the rock on the right of you.

Too out of sight for your enemy behind you, but you can see it. Din can too. He just needs to get closer.

A searing cold touches the highest point of your neck, and the light flashes off the edge of the blade. It’s sharp, already drawing blood.

“One alive is enough.” The enemy repeats behind you, and Din panics.

“Wait!” He shouts, his gloved hand shaking ever so slightly. There was genuine panic in his voice, a waiver you don’t think you’ve ever heard. “Wait. Please.”

“Why should I? This scum killed my men. You’re lucky I haven’t already slit her thro—“

“She’s pregnant. Please. She’s pregnant.” Din is breathless when he talks, and your stomach drops. You feel the blade drop slightly on your neck, instead the cold blunt side rests lower, closer to your collarbone.

The man behind you keeps his hold, and after a few seconds, he just scoffs.

“Bullshit. She… Fuck you, Mandalorian. You can’t trick me.” The blade doesn’t move, and Din shuffles in the sand. He’s close enough. He just needs a second. One second of hesitation.

“It’s… true. Please—“ Your voice is scratchy, but your hand manages to rest on your stomach. Din watches your movement, and you can see him straining with effort. To get to you. To save you. Both of you. “Please. We didn’t—“

“Shut up, bitch! Even if you are, it’s one less rebel scum to deal with.” He bends down to yell in your ear, and your eyes screw shut. If he’s this low to you, it means he took his eyes off Din.

Din wouldn’t miss his chance.

The weight drops off you before you can register the sound of the blaster shot, and blood sprays the side of your face. Your eyes are still screwed shut. You were shaking— fear creeping it’s way up your throat and all the way down to your toes. You weren’t usually afraid for anyone but Din, but now… you hadn’t even thought about what it meant to have someone else to think about. Someone who relies on you—

“Hey, hey… you’re okay, mesh’la. Look at me.” His hands— real, warm hands, press lightly on your face. His thumb strokes your cheeks, the sensation grounding you to him, but your breath was still heaving like you’d been winded. Your eyes open slightly at the sound of his soothing voice. “Look at me, baby. There you go. You’re okay.”

“Din. Din— I’m sorry… I thought he was… I thought that—“ You were crying, sobbing into his arms as he wraps you into him, timing your shuddering breaths with his own.

“You’re okay. Fuck— we’re okay. Shh. Shh, there you go.” Your head buried itself in the crook of his neck, one of the only soft places he has in full armour. It’s suffocating, but being surrounded by him like this calms your racing heart. “Udesiir, cyar’ika. You’re okay.”

You don’t remember how long he holds you, but it’s long enough that your breathing returns to something slow and controlled. When you shuffle out of his lap, dried blood is still caked on his side from where he was shot. Panic claws at you, eyes wide, but Din holds your face and shakes his head.

“It’s okay. I’m— I’ll be okay. We just need to leave, cyar’ika. Okay? You think you’re okay to fly?” When you nod in his hands, he scoops you up despite the pain he must be feeling, allowing you to bury yourself closer. He limps outside into the heat of the planet and takes off, his jetpack soaring you higher and higher.

The ship was docked… somewhere close, and Din’s low groans were getting more strained by the second. You could tell you had no truely serious injuries, more the shock and fear paralysing you, and the panic for your child. When Din flies you both into the Crest, he collapses on the main hull, and you’re on him in the next moment.

“I’m…okay. I just—“

“Let me take care of you Din.” You whisper, raising his shirt and moving his armour so you could see his wound. He shakes his head, but he’s too weak to push you off.

You wince when you reach for the med kit, but bring it back to him with a gentle efficiency. He was always so rough with himself, treating his own wounds with none of the care and kindness he does for you, so even though your head is fuzzy and every breath hurts, you make sure your fingers are soft on his skin, cleaning around the wound and sewing him up as quickly as possible.

You dress the wound, poorly at best, but it will hold until you are in a safer sector. You were lucky you fuelled up first, at least enough the get yourself out of here.

When you finish the last of the dressing, you look up to find Din already staring at you.

“Cyar’ika.” He rumbles, his hands free of the gloves cover your own. “You need to rest. Let me look at you.”

“I’m okay. Bruised ribs, but I would… I would know if something was… wrong.” Din growls, an almost animalistic sound of anger coming from him. He holds you tighter, one hand easily covering your two shaking ones. “I’m— we’re okay.”

“I knew I should never have stopped here. I’m sorry— I’m so sorry—“

“Stop, Din. It’s not you’re fault.” He groans, and you know under that helmet he’s grimacing. The guilt eats at him all the time, and you’d be damned if he let himself add this to the list. “This is the life we live. We need to… adjust. It will take time. But we’re okay, now. Right?”

“I’ll never let anything happen to you. Both of you. I will never let anything like that happen again. Ever.” He sits up with a grunt, pulling you close. “My cyar’ika.”

Your hands fall in sync to your stomach, both of your hands fluttering above the skin like you were afraid to push to hard. To wake what was growing beneath the surface. Disturb it, as if the two of you were not worthy of waking it.

“My ik’aad.” He pushes his helmet up enough to press a soft kiss to your shoulder, and sighs at the taste of your skin. “I love you.”

“I love you.” You repeat, and with his arms around you again, you know you are safe.

translations:

mesh’la - beautiful

udesiir - relax/calm down/take it easy

cyar’ika- darling/sweetheart

ik’aad - child (under three)

#the mandalorian x y/n #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian x reader #mando x you #mando x y/n #mando x reader #din dijarin x reader #din djaren x you #din djarin x y/n #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanfiction #pedro pascal

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ilynpilled · 8 months

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vows of knighthood:

“… do you swear before the eyes of gods and men to defend those who cannot defend themselves, to protect all women and children, to obey your captains, your liege lord, and your king, to fight bravely when needed and do such other tasks as are laid upon you, however hard or humble or dangerous they may be?”

“In the name of the Warrior I charge you to be brave. In the name of the Father I charge you to be just. In the name of the Mother I charge you to defend the young and innocent. In the name of the Maid I charge you to protect all women…”

“How can you still count yourself a knight, when you have forsaken every vow you ever swore?”

“So many vows… they make you swear and swear. Defend the king. Obey the king. Keep his secrets. Do his bidding. Your life for his. But obey your father. Love your sister. Protect the innocent. Defend the weak. Respect the gods. Obey the laws. It's too much. No matter what you do, you're forsaking one vow or the other.”

[…]

“They strangled Brandon while his father watched, and then killed Lord Rickard as well.” An ugly tale, and sixteen years old. Why was he asking about it now?

“Killed, yes, but how?” […] “No doubt Ned wished to spare you.” […] “There were trials. Of a sort. Lord Rickard demanded trial by combat, and the king granted the request. Stark armored himself as for battle, thinking to duel one of the Kingsguard. Me, perhaps. Instead they took him to the throne room and suspended him from the rafters while two of Aerys's pyromancers kindled a blaze beneath him. The king told him that fire was the champion of House Targaryen. So all Lord Rickard needed to do to prove himself innocent of treason was ... well, not burn.” […] “When the fire was blazing, Brandon was brought in. His hands were chained behind his back, and around his neck was a wet leather cord attached to a device the king had brought from Tyrosh. His legs were left free, though, and his longsword was set down just beyond his reach.”

“Gerold Hightower himself took me aside and said to me, “You swore a vow to guard the king, not to judge him.' That was the White Bull, loyal to the end and a better man than me, all agree.”

“Aerys was mad, the whole realm knew it, but if you would have me believe you slew him to avenge Brandon Stark …”

“I made no such claim.”

[…]

“I find nothing about you amusing, Kingslayer.”

“That name again.”

“A king hides no secrets from his Kingsguard. But whenever Aerys gave a man to the flames, Queen Rhaella would have a visitor in the night. The day he burned his mace-and-dagger Hand, Jaime and Jon Darry had stood at guard outside her bedchamber whilst the king took his pleasure. “You're hurting me,” they had heard Rhaella cry through the oaken door. “You're hurting me.” In some queer way, that had been worse than Lord Chelsted's screaming. “We are sworn to protect her as well,” Jaime had finally been driven to say. “We are,” Darry allowed, “but not from him.”

Ser Barristan looked up sharply. […] “I am a knight,” he told them. He opened the silver fastenings of his breastplate and let that fall as well. “I shall die a knight”

“I took Robert's pardon, aye. I served him in Kingsguard and council. Served with the Kingslayer and others near as bad, who soiled the white cloak I wore. Nothing will excuse that. I might be serving in King's Landing still if the vile boy upon the Iron Throne had not cast me aside, it shames me to admit.”

“Selmy had never approved of Jaime's presence in his precious Kingsguard. Before the rebellion, the old knight thought him too young and untried; afterward, he had been known to say that the Kingslayer should exchange that white cloak for a black one.”

“I want to know. I never knew my father. I want to know everything about him. The good and … the rest.” “As you command.” The white knight chose his words with care. “Prince Aerys … as a youth, he was taken with a certain lady of Casterly Rock, a cousin of Tywin Lannister. When she and Tywin wed, your father drank too much wine at the wedding feast and was heard to say that it was a great pity that the lord's right to the first night had been abolished. A drunken jape, no more, but Tywin Lannister was not a man to forget such words, or the … the liberties your father took during the bedding.” His face reddened. “I have said too much, Your Grace.”

“When King’s Landing fell, Ser Jaime slew your king with a golden sword, and I wondered where you were.” “Far away,” Ser Gerold said, “or Aerys would yet sit the Iron Throne, and our false brother would burn in seven hells.”

“The traitors want my city, I heard him tell Rossart, but I’ll give them naught but ashes. Let Robert be king over charred bones and cooked meat. The Targaryens never bury their dead, they burn them. Aerys meant to have the greatest funeral pyre of them all. Though if truth be told, I do not believe he truly expected to die.”

His sword helped taint the throne you sit on. Ned thought, but he did not permit the words to pass his lips. “He swore a vow to protect his king’s life with his own. Then he opened that king’s throat with a sword.”

“Seven hells, someone had to kill Aerys!” Robert said, reining his mount to a sudden halt beside an ancient barrow. “If Jaime hadn’t done it, it would have been left for you or me.”

“We are not Sworn Brothers of the Kingsguard.”

“I did not intend to give offense, Brienne. Forgive me.”

“Your crimes are past forgiving, Kingslayer”

“That name again.” “Why do I enrage you so? I've never done you harm that I know of.”

“You've harmed others. Those you were sworn to protect. The weak, the innocent...”

“…the king?” […] “You are not old enough to have known Aerys Targaryen…” She would not hear it.

“Aerys was mad and cruel, no one has ever denied that. He was still king, crowned and anointed. And you had sworn to protect him.”

"I know what I swore."

"And what you did." She loomed above him, six feet of freckled, frowning, horse-toothed disapproval.

“That was an apology. I am tired of fighting with you. What say we make a truce?”

“Truces are built on trust. Would you have me trust—”

“The Kingslayer, yes. The oathbreaker who murdered poor sad Aerys Targaryen.” Jaime snorted. “It’s not Aerys I rue, it’s Robert. ‘I hear they’ve named you Kingslayer,’ he said to me at his coronation feast. ‘Just don’t think to make it a habit.’ And he laughed. Why is it that no one names Robert oathbreaker? He tore the realm apart, yet I am the one with shit for honor”

“Has my tale turned you speechless? Come, curse me or kiss me or call me a liar. Something.”

“If this is true, how is it no one knows?”

“The knights of the Kingsguard are sworn to keep the king’s secrets. Would you have me break my oath?” Jaime laughed.

“He was going to burn the city,” Jaime said. “To leave Robert only ashes.”

“He was your king,” said Darry.

“You swore to keep him safe,” said Whent.

“And the children, them as well,” said Prince Lewyn.

Prince Rhaegar burned with a cold light, now white, now red, now dark. “I left my wife and children in your hands.”

“I never thought he'd hurt them.” Jaime's sword was burning less brightly now. “I was with the king.”

“Killing the king,” said Ser Arthur.

“Cutting his throat,"

“The king you had sworn to die for.”

everybody points out a bunch of reasons why jaime did not share why he did what he did (thinks the wildfire is better buried, it wouldn’t be in good hands and might not all be disposed of when revealed, we know he fears it happening to this day and he went out of his way to kill everyone who knew where it is, he admits to having recurring nightmares of the city in flames the moment he hears about tyrion using wildfire, he is not aware that it gets more volatile over time, jaime’s gordian knot perspective when it comes to problem solving) but I am gonna lay down the hot take that if I were him and I presented my argument that I had to save a whole city, also prioritizing another vow I swore and not just out of moral obligation, and they even believe me and take my motivation at face value, and there is even the slightest possibility that people respond with these inconsistent hypocritical and contradictory fallacies like they already do every single time I delineate that every single kingsguard had already broken vows they had sworn every single time they did not act against the king and stop what he was doing, and what they are judging me for regarding the ethics of “breaking a vow to kill my king [who apparently everybody knows is mad and horrible and did terrible things to innocent people. which is, again, another vow (defend the weak. protect those who cannot protect themselves. protect all women. be just. obey the laws etc.) that we all acknowledge that me and other kingsguard had sworn (and also rightfully condemn me for breaking later)] who is okay to be killed by anyone else because he deserves to die”, with the only argument now having to be that the kingsguard specifically can’t because they swore this vow, and breaking vows is not ethical/honorable, which actually doesn’t make much sense at all if you think about it for more than 4 seconds (unless the unspoken argument is that the kg vows by have to be prioritized in all circumstances by the kg so my justification is pointless), I would actually become the joker and set myself on fire.

#jaime lannister

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serjthejerk · 6 months

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☆ STAY ALIVE

Cw! Angst, Vague injure description, Fluff, Memory flashing

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“Hm, and if I were to tell you, would you stop asking?” Bullfrog queried, a tone of amusement resting in his voice.

A sly grin crawled on my face as I spoke.

“Maybe.”

Last mission, I had saved Bullfrog's ass by acting as a distraction for his target. The bodyguard had almost caught him amid his attack, I made the large feline look at me in confusion instead of discovering my fellow teammate.

With swift precision, he landed his attack on the back of the feline’s throat. Dropping him silently before he had the chance to register why I was trespassing in the area. Bullfrog muttered a sentence in French before dashing. A sentence that he refused to mutter again.

A defeated sigh escaped him, his eyes becoming interested in the blank ground in between us. Making one last bashful look cast to the side, he met my gaze.

“Come on Bullfrog, you’ve been doing this for months now, you can’t be too surprised that I am questioning you now. Hell, if anything, I should’ve questioned you sooner!” I quipped, letting my grin settle into a smirk.

Over the months of being together as team “Ghost”, we’ve all grown closer. Learning tidbits about each other lives and showing companionship when someone is downed. We’ve all settled in our ‘groups’. Dolph leaned towards remaining by himself while Pey’j and Jade were usually carried in a conversation, attempting to involve Dolph whenever they could. Me and Bullfrog usually stayed with each other. Of course, we all talked to each other and never void someone of interaction but most times the night ends with small idle chit chat between bullfrog and I.

I’ve grown attached to my amphibian friend, we just seem to mesh well together. Our banter, our hidden glances at each other, and even when we just sat in serene silence dozing into each other's eyes, we just seemed to fit snugly together like two spoons.

If you told me I would be in jail, falling for my “jail mate” months ago, I wouldn’t believe you. I was fine alone. I thought I was fine alone.

Being around Bullfrog and parting with him makes me notice the inconspicuous yearning I felt wherever we were away. The constant tug would only be cured once I’ve heard or seen him again. Heaven forbid if he has to leave me alone again.

In between missions, I slowly picked up some of his quirks. I picked up some French sayings in return for minute tasks he’d assign.

Sometimes I would pick up when he would praise me, other times his words fell on baffled ears. But one thing for certain, I knew what he meant when he said,

“Je t’adore.”

The frog looked away, clearing his throat. Nervousness starting to gnaw at him.

“Oh really? And what does that mean, hm?” I knew damn well what he meant. But for a change, I wanted to tease him like he likes to tease me.

“Listen, I’m sorry. I should’ve said it when the mission was over, it was immature of me. I was just overcome with emotions and-“ I hold my hand up, silencing Bullfrog.

“That wasn’t the question, Bullfrog. What does it mean? Cause I’m sure as hell that it doesn’t mean ‘I like you’.” I smugly debate in a soft voice. It’s obvious that we have feelings for each other. It was just a matter of who would tell who first.

Bullfrog gave me a pleading glance, before continuing.

“Forgive me if I’ve read what we have wrong but,” He pauses, looking at the floor “It means I love you.”

With my smugness faltering, my arms spring into action and hug him.

“I love you too” My smile was hidden in his clothes, the joy of having your feelings returned bubbling up in my stomach.

After some seconds, I let him go. My body yearned for him even more.

“So what should we do for a first date then?” I asked.

“I suppose we could ask for a mission together. Maybe Sarah would let us fight together.”

“That’s a pretty badass first date.”

“Oui. Although I’m more of a romantic, it would be the best we could do. I would insist on taking you home and making you something, however, a shock interrupting us amidst our dinner would not feel good.”

“True. But what if….I’m into shocking?” I giggled. I knew how foolish that sounded and I couldn’t help but chuckle about it.

An amused expression settled onto Bullfrog. “Then I suppose, I should learn to like it”

My giggle turned into laughter.

—-

“I’m sorry, mon cœur but I cannot help you.” Bullfrog crossed his arms, closing his eyes while I pleaded to him.

“C’monnn, it would be like so cool if you just, let me aid you.” I begged. Previously, we had been talking about living arrangements. He settled with once we all break out of this bland, mission going hell, me and bullfrog would live with each other. To make ends meet, I would be doing my regular work and helping Bullfrog if he would let me.

“You can give me puppy eyes all you want, however my point still remains. My job is dangerous and I work best alone.”

I purse my lips into a pout, I knew he was right but I hate to admit it.

“True….however I can hack-“

“Aht. It would be easier on my heart to know that you’re safe, mon chéri.” His gaze met my pleading one, his eyes filled with adoration. “Besides, I would probably spend all mission ensuring you’re okay rather than working.”

Defeated, I added, “At least it would make for a cool date.”

We both looked at each other, grins cracking onto our faces before breaking into a laughing fit.

Who knew you would find heaven in hell?

—-

“Are you fucking stupid? I can see you, Y/n. ” Sarah in all her cyborg glory spewed out.

With caution, I crept on the side of the wall, making full eye contact with the assassin behind her. I watched as he positioned himself, getting ready to pounce at any moment. With bated breath, I watched until he finally winked at me; the signal to attack.

Without any caution, I lunged at her. Her spindly mechanic limbs jutted out, aiming to skew my body but I nimbly avoided them. Behind her, Bullfrog had landed right behind her, preparing to leap into action, however, her hind limbs had lunged towards Bullfrog.

My weapon hit the cold outer shell of her chest, in an attempt to slice the metal but the only thing that sprung from the impact was sparks.

Sarah cackled at my mistake, however, I wasted no time throwing my second weapon into her face.

“Argh!” Sarah yelled, my weapon didn’t do much damage however it was the distraction Bullfrog needed to plunge his weapon into a fault of her back.

In a split second, I was thrown away. Her limbs now focused on trying to attack Bullfrog. My back hit the metal cage of wasteland inhabitants, sending a ripple of pain through my body.

I landed on the floor on my stomach, the only thing I could feel was pain.

—

When the mission was over, Sarah usually called all of us back, however me and bullfrog had finished with our part early.

Laying on the rooftop of the building, Bullfrog and I gazed into the dark purple sky. Only the brightest of stars ceiling itself through the extreme light pollution in this concrete jungle.

Lazily flipping my head to look at Bullfrog, I was shocked to find his eyes already resting on me.

“What? Are you watching me, creep?” I tease.

“Is it a sin to say I find you more worthy of my attention rather than the sky?” His eyes were filled with love, he never broke eye contact while speaking this sentence.

This time it was my turn to bashfully look away. His words always had a way of flustering me.

“Well what if a planet exploded and we all died, what would happen then?” I say, trying to sabotage the moment cause I can’t handle flirting that well.

An amused exhale exited out of Bullfrog before saying,

“At least in death, my last moments I would be what I love the most, Mon cœur.”

My face heated up, and I broke eye contact by once again looking away.

“Aw, look who can’t handle flirting? You know, you were talking big talk earlier but now-“

“Shut up!” I completely roll over. Trying to keep my pride intact.

“I swear you’re like a child.” Bullfrog chuckle. I present a middle finger to him behind me, in return I feel his lips press into the palm of my hand after he took my hands in his.

The damn sly mother fucker.

——

I watched as Bullfrog stuck his weapon into Sarah’s metallic throat, her scream completely cutting off mid-screech. He dodged her limb, the spider-like leg burying itself deep into her head.

Bullfrog hopped off, a glare attacking Sarah as she malfunctioned and began to attack herself more. Her legs turned inwards and buried themselves throughout her body.

Stepping back as she fell, Bullfrog looked behind him. I could only watch with an unfocused gaze as he bolted towards me.

“No, no, no, no!” He muttered, rushing over and putting his hand on my lower abdomen. That was when I finally looked down.

Deep crimson was all I could see.

Bullfrog's hand pressed against the wound, I can tell it would hurt but I could barely register that.

——

“Do you want my eggs?” I question, poking at the pale, sickly yellow-tinted blurb of ‘scrambled eggs’.

“Non. I’ll pass.” Bullfrog poked at his own eggs, a grimace on his face.

“Who the fuck cooks this shit? I swear they’re trying to poison us. Bullfrog lets out a small ‘Oui’, and the conversation falls silent.

I push my food out of the way and direct my body towards him, giving him my full attention.

“You know, you’re a tall glass of water.” I flirt. It was cheesy, I know but saying anything would be better than cramming this “food” down my throat.

“Oh? Is that so?”

“Mhm, yeah, you’re like you know. Uh you know the gah damn. Uhhhh” I stammered, confused on what I was even trying to say.

“You know just forget what I was talking about, amazing weather we’re-“

“What if I kissed you.” Bullfrog’s accent curled over the words, adding their own flare.

“What?”

“What if I kissed you?”

“I mean, by all means, take the lead bu-“

Within an instant, he stood up on the chair, his small but strong stature grabbing my shirt and resting his lips on mine. The kiss was short, but sweet. When he pulled back, I could only look at him with stunned eyes.

“Damn was I annoying you that bad?”

“Non, mon cœur. I was thinking about it and I saw an opportunity. Better now than never, no?” Bullfrog stated, a small smile resting on his face.

“Hm. I suppose that is better than whatever this fucking shit is.” I gesture to the plate of lab-grown ‘eggs’.

—-

Ripping off a piece of his cloak, he stuffed the wound, pain shocked through my body, I know he was trying to stop the bleeding but the pain felt like too much. My head dropped and my vision flickered before my eyes.

My neck felt weak, I felt weak. Everything feels weak.

“No no no, mon cœur stay with me!” Bullfrog gently slapped my face in an attempt to keep me awake. His touch felt muted to me.

“Bullfrog…I’m so tired” I warn. I knew by any means this was not good. Fuck! I wish there was a way to just try again! I don’t deserve to die! Not when I just started this relationship with him.

In this instance, I saw movement by Sarah’s metallic body. While Bullfrog was fussing over me, realization kicked in.

“Bullfrog! Get Awa-“

BOOM!

#captain laserhawk #bullfrog #froggo #i love him #im going insane #captain lazerhawk spoilers #bullfrog x reader #he is boyfriend #froggy

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redfurrycat · 4 months

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👻✨👼Ghoost & Ethereal Beings Fic Recs👼✨👻

Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕

Ao3 Authors: Abliafina, Attolians, Bavarian_angel, Boasamishipper, Comin2U, Cristinuke, Dalearden, Iimpossible_things, Immature_vibes, JuliaBaggins, MyNameIsConnor, Nikkyrow, Sal_paradise, Theinsouciantknitter, Vaelsworld, WeTheWriters.

> Mythological Creatures & Shapeshifters {🤠🐓}

‼️Art Bonus, aka the reason this recs list even exists‼️ Forsty Art ==> Mav, Rooster & Ghoost – Mav & Ghoost – Rooster & Ghoost – Rooster & Ghost!Carole – Rooster & Ghoost.

Lead Me On (To The Other Side), part of the Beyond Series, by boasamishipper {T}

/Ghoost/

Goose talked to him most nights. His choice of conversation was normal — movies he’d seen, music he liked, stories about his wife and son — and sometimes Ice almost forgot that Goose was dead at all.

I Can See Our Future by Nikkyrow {T}

/Ghoost/

The ability to know what others were going to do before even they did made Jake "Hangman" Seresin a really good pilot. Made him an unbridled asshole too. He follows the rules, don’t tell the future, don’t change the future, don’t let people know you see the future…until he doesn’t. As the mission grows closer and who won't come home becomes clearer to the psychic, Hangman learns to navigate the line between natural and paranormal with varying success.

no sanctuary (when my eyes close) by attolians {T}

/Ghosts/

“You coming tonight?” “Of course,” Jake’s mouth says before he can catch up. “Wouldn’t miss it.” “Sounds good.” Rooster smiles after another second, “I’m gonna shower but I’ll see you later.” “Yup.” Rooster takes a few steps closer to the showers before meeting Jake’s eyes in the mirror again. “And, uh, thanks for the help up there.” Jake nods. He can’t answer with the ghost filling the other side of the mirror. ... or, everything's the same - but Jake can see ghosts

Guardian Goose by Comin2U {T}

/Guardian Angel!Goose/

Goose didn't mean to stick around when he died. But here he was, attached to 3 people and still yelling at Mav 30 years later. aka Guardian Angel Goose is tied to Iceman, Maverick, and Bradley and proceeds to spend 30 years yelling at all of them for being idiots in some fashion. Though only 1 of them can see him

I heard from the heavens... by JuliaBaggins {T}

/Gooserole & Icemav in Heavens/

Yes, Mav dies. BUT. The story is not as angsty as this now sounds, really not, I promise! There's lots of fluff, and a happy ending! Maverick wakes up in the afterlife after dying from old age. There he meets Goose & Carole again - cue lots of family feels. And Mav might even get a chance to finally figure things out with a certain fellow pilot he's been dreaming of kissing for more than forty years...

Guardian Angel by vaelsworld {G}

/Ghost!Ice/

Attending his own funeral was never on Ice's plan for his life. But here he is, Maverick next to him sobbing, and Ice can't leave him. Not again. Before Ice leaves this world once and for all, he'll make sure that Maverick will be okay.

If I could then I would throw this lifeless lifeline to the wind by sal_paradise {G}

/Ghoost/

After Mav crashes trying to save Rooster, when awakes he sees someone he never thought he's see again. His RIO is not as far away as he thought.

The Ghosts On The Shore by immature_vibes {T}

/Ghost!Icemav/

Thomas Kazansky died on a Thursday at 3:34 AM, his husband Pete Mitchell following him at the end of the month. There house was left to be rented out to Californian tourists, and was rented out by a group of seven aviators who were on a two month long vacation after a taxing suicide mission. Jake Seresin has had too many head injuries to count, so when he wakes up one morning and heads downstairs to see a man who was definitely not a part of their squadron sitting in the living room, he's certain that his brain has officially had too much damage.

If I can't be close to you by WeTheWriters {M}

/Ghost!Rooster/

“Did you just call me, Bradley?” Are the first words out of his mouth, that lost look in his eye that bothered Jake more than it probably should, quickly morphing into one of amused curiosity. “Why, did you change your name?” Jake smirks, immediately slipping into the familiarity of their usual back and forth, if a touch more amicable now, after everything they’ve been through. “Nope.” Bradley screws up his face, squinting up at the sky through his fingers like it surprises him to find it there. “Then it looks like I did.” Jake shakes his head, sort of amused too. “Now, at the risk of sounding like I’m not happy to see you, what the hell are you doing here? I thought they’ll be keeping you on lockdown for the rest of the leave at least, with how freaked out everyone on the carrier was when we landed.” ~ Jake doesn't make it in time to save Bradley and Mav in the end. He's a second too late. The missile is faster, and Jake can't come to terms with that, his mind rejecting the reality that robbed him of so much. So Bradley conjures one last miracle - 7 days of borrowed time to make peace with it. 7 days to make up for the entire future they lost. 7 days to say goodbye.

In These Arms Tonight by bavarian_angel {M}

/Mav's Ghost!Family/

They say "meet you in the afterlife"... Maverick goes through 5 encounters over time before he is finally welcomed home.

I’ve been going out among the ghosts by iimpossible_things {T}

/Ghoost/

The problem with tequila is: it doesn't mix well with dead people...and Jake's ability to tell them apart from the living. Which is how he ends up being haunted by Nick Bradshaw, the somewhat-friendly ghost.

I can't leave him. by MyNameIsConnor {G}

/Ghoost/

It's Goose's funeral. Mav thought that he could brave it, Carole on his right and Bradley curled up in his arms. He knew the others were watching, Viper and Jester at his left and the thought he could stay strong. A sob escaped him and he fell to his knees, harsh crys the only sound being let out.

Matchmaker(s), Matchmaker(s) by Cristinuke {T}

/Ghoost & Ghost!Ice/

Ice and Goose are dead, but they're still tethered to the living, specifically to Maverick. It's up to them to figure out how to close their unfinished business, and why it might include a certain admiral.

A Bridge That I Cannot Follow by theinsouciantknitter {G}

/Ghost!Carole/

The first time Jake sees her is fleeting. She's standing at the end of the hallway by their bedroom door, looking around sadly. Jake startles at the wispy woman standing in his house and then he blinks and she's gone.

Raggedy Top Gun Manor by abliafina {G}

/Ghost!Charlie/

It is said that room 86 became haunted after Nurse Charlie died in there. She worked at the Top Gun Manor - a retirement home for naval aviators - until she laid down for a nap one day and never woke up. The Manor closed down after too many reports of bumps in the night and opened up again as a haunted house. Iceman never believed a word of it. Ghosts aren't real. Maverick, on the other hand, takes their jobs as tour guides way too seriously and it might bring them closer together than what anyone expected.

One Look From Your Eyes (And I'm Captivated) by dalearden {_}

/Ghoost/

"There’s a hand on his arm that he should not be able to feel. He thinks if he has to feel it, it should be cold. Nick Bradshaw is warm to the touch though, of course he is, even when he shouldn’t be able to touch anything or anyone because he’s fucking dead and Jake Seresin is not... can’t be…" Or, Jake lingers some place between life and death after a training accident and ghosts are, it turns out, ridiculous goofballs who like to matchmake.

#Ghoost & Ethereal Beings Recs List #bradley rooster bradshaw #carole bradshaw #nick goose bradshaw #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

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topsurgerystuff · 27 days

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Now, I will expound upon the scary things. These are things that happened after top surgery that spooked me.

All of these things ended up being harmless, I just wasn’t told they would happen and couldn’t find any info about them so they scared me shitless. My intention here is to save others from similar needless panic. This is not medical advice, just a description of my experience. Well some of it is advice, but keep in mind that I’m fucking stupid and I don’t know shit. Also, Never for one second have I regretted this surgery. The only thing I miss about my tits is being able to grope them whenever I wanted.

Okay so first of all there was the bruises. Blood from the surgery had pooled in my love handles and all over my thighs under my skin and made these HUGE bruises, right, and they didn’t hurt but they were large and had funky colors and I thought “What if the blood rots under my skin”. I googled it, I asked all my friends, I tried to reach my doctors but it was the weekend so they didn’t answer so I went to urgent care and the doctor there was like “I dont know…. That’s scary….” So I was freaking out and decided I would simply wait for death to claim me. It was fine. When I finally got ahold of the doctor she said she’s never seen it before but to just watch it and tell her if it gets bigger. My body slurped that shit back up in a couple weeks, totally harmlessly. Why haven’t surgeons ever seen shit like that before? Probably because nobody’s ever freaked out about it enough to mention it to them. Either way, it was fine.

Secondly, when I had those drains in me, that was spooky because I thought “What if they get yanked out and tear up my shit” and I couldn’t take off the bandage too see or nothing but when I did eventually take them off, I saw that there are stitches around the pipes but not like holding them in you, just there to make sure the holes they put in you stay the same size they are. So if they get pulled out you don’t get seriously damaged, you just call them up and say yo can you put this shit back in me pls. There will also be little meat chunks coming through your tubes with your soup and the soup will be mildly funky smelling. That’s normal. I was told to tell them if there was like CRAZY amounts of meat or if the soup smelled absolutely nasty. Also the bolster things they put on your nips are attached directly to your nips and nothing else, so if you feel shit sliding around under your bandage, that’s the bandage sliding, not the bolsters. They didn’t tell me that so I thought I was gonna wake up with one on my back or something and not be able to put it back where it was. And they make it so it’ll be nice and slippery in there the whole time so don’t worry about the bolsters getting ripped off, there’s not enough friction in there to do that.

There was also the hydrocodone they gave me. For me, the incisions didn’t hardly hurt at all even immediately after surgery but they prescribed me hydrocodone so I took it, and I assumed I wasn’t hurting because of the drugs and that if I stopped taking them I would hurt a LOT. So here I am taking opioids and I’m so fucking dizzy and I’m violently throwing up for two days. I texted my doctor and begged to stop taking it because I thought I would get in trouble or something if I stopped without asking and she’s like “Yeah, you didn’t have to take it if you didn’t want to, its just there if you need something stronger” ohhhhhhhh well fuck me I guess. So I stopped taking it and it turns out I didn’t need pain meds at all because it barely hurts, it just feels like a really long paper cut.

Some other things, I popped a stitch in my armpit because when you first come home and your shits still all numbed up, you can’t feel it when you overstretch your arm so if you forget you’re not supposed to do that, you can pop a stitch. It got infected, I put some antibiotic on it, it took a long time to heal and it made the scar a little uglier but it didn’t cause anything crazy. I will say that my incisions go up into my armpits really far and it was real hard to keep them clean on account of all the sweat. My nipple grafts also had many tiny, shallow stitches and I thought “What if they fall out because they’re so shallow”. That’s normal. My dad said that’s how you do stitches for sensitive areas so they look pretty, and they do look pretty, and also they are supposed to fall out after a couple weeks, that is also normal. Just make sure they don’t fall out too soon I guess. Pretend you’re made of glass for the first 4 weeks, honestly.

Also, your nip has the little oil glands in it, right, and when you’re nip scabs over as it is supposed to, it will scab inside these oil pores and you’ll lose the whole rest of the scab and have these little leftover scraps, and you Must. Not. Pick them. Those pores in my nips are little craters now because I picked the scabs out of them. Every scab you pull off, even the ones that are thin and tiny and already hanging halfway off, is going to make your nip even uglier. You wont die but you will say “Ugh why did it do that”.

Also, my nip hole collects nasty shit in it that I have to clean out all the time and since I can’t feel anything in there I have the be VERY careful. Skin is actually very easy to puncture. And there’s like little caverns in there that also get stuff in them a lot so I still put antibiotic on my nips after I shower just in case? Not really sure if its infection or like dead skin… its been getting better over time at least. Sorry if that’s TMI but listen, somebody’s gotta talk about it.

Sometimes my scars, the main incisions, will get these little blackheads right in the middle of them or little pockets of infection, and I always pick at them and the scar tissue isn’t very strong so when you pick at things on your scar, you will break open all the blood vessels around it and have a big red spot and the scar tissue is such that you will not get the blackhead out anyway so just dont do that. Put some antibiotic on it. Honestly just put antibiotic on anything that looks sus. Antibiotic can solve anything.

Okay idk what else to say so end post goodbye.

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shesadollette · 7 months

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❝ Remember Me Within My Most Memorable Shade ❞

꒰ ⨾ ꒱ Total word count: 1,579

᪥⚘ Taglist: @linsyfelisyya, @raiha-storm65557

includes a pairing involving a touch-starved and vocally expressive hurting hero x a not-so vocally expressive villain whose love language is physical touch and acts of service. let’s see how this plays out.

“…So yes, in short, that is why I believe everyone is alone by the end of the day. No matter what. Nothing changes the fact that where they go or when, they’ll always wake up, sleep, breathe, and go about their daily lives in the body they live in.

“Others are merely passersby who have a choice to stay for as long as they’d like to. But in the end, someone may be buried together with their lover, but who knows whether or not they’ll walk together in the path of the afterlife.”

The villain merely eyed their colleague, falling speechless after the statement.

Both were in the so-called hero’s childhood bedroom. The old night light illuminated the room in its warm amber glow with shadows of stars scattered along the walls. Villain stood near the foot of the short bed while their dearest colleague sank on the small chair in front of the vanity, admiring themself in the mirror.

“I never knew that you view your people that way…” the figure standing murmured quietly that hero barely heard it. The hero was merely a civilian aiding their city folks and earning brownie points for their people to label them as one.

They glanced up to search for the villain’s eyes, who in the eyes of hero's followers possessed a thoroughly different ideology, earning them the title of one.

“Not just my followers, anyone who I work with closely too. You learn a thing or two after being the ‘hero’ of this shithole. I never wish to be too attached to anyone—it’s far too fatal. I’d lose sight of who I am and… what if I become dependable? What if the person I’m attached to dies? What if I experience a deep connection with them which doesn’t have to necessarily be called ‘love’? What do I do then?”

Oh.

Painful seconds of silence grew to a minute.

“What’s the point of being able to save everybody when you can’t even save yourself by the end of the day? Is that really the true meaning of being a ‘hero’? Is this what all ‘heroes’ are supposed to feel? Why do they even see me as a ‘hero’ when all I’ll ever be is just an ordinary civilian doing heroic things? I’m not special at all! Why do they even see me as ‘special’?”

“I…” the figure began stepping forward, shadowy imprints of stars moved across their body and face, the warm afterglow casting attractive shadows on the dimensions of their face.

When their colleague’s back was within their reach, they gingerly laid their palm on the small of their back. Villain stilled for a few seconds to check for any signs of resistance before splaying out their hand and caressing their back gently, making short and gradual rubbing motions.

“You and I, we’ve known each other for quite the longest time. We’d meet undercover downtown at the bar. We’d even share our secrets that we’d only whisper to the stars above. Trust me when I say that I do not know you that deeply yet, because if I did, I’d have known way sooner that you feel this way about yourself and others around you.”

“I don’t think it’s because you do not know me well. We may have different ideologies but we’re still depending on one another as you’ve mentioned, I just… have the tendency to bury my pain and my suffering better than how others know it. Besides, if I have to sacrifice everything for the sake of this godforsaken town from any other prevailing evil, my wellbeing would come second.”

Their hand brushed up along the spine and laid their palm on their partner’s exposed shoulder, stroking and massaging the tense flesh with a thumb as the hero’s breathing gradually slowed down even more in an attempt to provide comfort since their darling villain is by no means good with words.

“You seem to like being caressed like this, should I do this more? That is, if you’re fine with it.”

“I have nothing against it. Go ahead, you may handle me however you’d like. I trust you anyway.”

“Are you…?”

“Yes, I trust you. I am touch-starved. Unbelievably touch-starved. I don’t see the point in hiding it anyway when it’s too obvious and eating me from the inside. It hurts, I’m hurting. I am in pain, I am lonely. And somehow, embracing the fact that I’m in pain and confessing it to you makes it hurt less.”

Villain gripped their palms on the back of the chair and rotated it, an audible squeak on the varnish. They knelt down in front of their beloved, palms on the warmth of their knees, fingers stroking ever so gently on the skin underneath blinking gradually at them. “I am by no means good with words. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve never been vocally expressive, much less now that I’m grown. But, my body language is vocal enough to let others know that I can empathize with them. I hope that through my actions you’d still be able to feel comforted.”

“Tell me frankly, am I a burden? Have I always been a burden to you? Am I too cumbersome to handle? Sometimes I wish I was never born because I feel like I’m asking for too much affection. Sometimes I feel like I’m so pathetic because I’m needy and clingy. Why do I feel like I want affection more compared to an average amount a baby needs? Do you hate me for being like this? I’m sorry, I understand completely if you do.”

“Who… who told you that?”

“Told me what?”

“Everything that you’ve said previously, who is ever so cruel to bash someone for needing affection?”

“I… nobody. Nobody ever did. It’s just… me, I guess. It’s my intrusive thoughts taking over again. Nobody has ever assured me that it’s okay. That's why I thought that it was the wrong thing for me to want. Matter of fact, they never really encouraged me to seek affection, they always say ‘grow up, crying doesn’t solve anything, you’ve got to be strong and… and…’” Hero inhaled quickly through their open mouth, fists hardening on their thighs, “What if I’m tired of putting up a front? I thought we all exist to connect and provide instead of fighting on our own and against ourselves.”

Villain gathered the hero's trembling hands, stroking the back affectionately. “Everytime I look at you, I always see the kindest and the most beautiful soul to have ever shone a light upon my life. I’ve never doubted the fact that you are always honest about your feelings, you’ve always been kind, and I’m relieved that you still are. Please do not resent me for this but… I’m… thankful. Grateful that you are still alive, breathing.

“Be kind to yourself, that’s the bare minimum you could do, treat yourself like how you’d treat your own child when he or she is sick, there is absolutely no need to feel guilty. Guilt should only be for those who have done the wrong thing, but you are currently hurting, and that is not wrong at all. Please, what can I do for you?” Hero was entirely soundless as the only sound in the room was from the ticking of the clock.

“Wait, I know, both of us know that I’m not always gonna be there.” Villain glanced around, “Do you have a marker here somewhere?”

A limp hand pointed to the old study desk beside the vanity where some big books, binders, and a pencil case filled the space.

Villain walked toward the pile and gave a questioning glance toward their colleague, to which a nod was given in permission.

After a while, they returned with a colored marker and as they bent on one knee, they unclasped the tubular cap with a hollow pop and took Hero’s hand. “Do you see this color?” they spoke softly, drawing on the back of Hero’s hand. “This is my favorite color actually. What I want you to do is I want you to always find things associated with this color. It could be any shade so long as it falls under the category of this color, do you understand?”

“Why… how does it help?”

“I believe strongly that when you try remembering someone, you need other factors to help stimulate the brain to be able to paint a better picture of that person. For example if you walk in a bakery and you spot your significant other’s favorite cake, you’d automatically start thinking about them, no?”

“Now that I think about it… I think you may be right.”

Villain smiled affectionately, “Can I get a hug?”

Hero knew that they were gambling in a game of danger. Before their eyes the very tiger that would strip them to the barest skeleton of a prey and yet… they spread their arms wide and Villain threw themself in that welcoming embrace, embracing Hero tightly for the very first time, rubbing their palms desperately on their back, never wanting to let go. “Find me, remember me within that color. May it be flowers, paint, food, houses, anything, just know that as long as this color still exists, I’m always out there. I promise you, I won’t die happy until you feel the barest traces of being loved and appreciated.”

And yet, Hero found themself a home, a cradle in the arms of somebody.

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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Miss Me More

AN: Urban is an asshole in this 🙃🙃🙃

Synopsis: You and Urban have been dating for three years when your relationship starts to fall through the cracks. You seem to be the only one who wants to save it so do you stay and try to work it out or do you choose yourself?

Pairing: Urban Wyatt x Reader

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Lyrics are in italics from one of my favorite songs Miss Me More by Kelsea Ballerini. I encourage you to listen to it while you read.

You weren’t quite sure where everything in your relationship started to go wrong.

The both of you had been friends for a while before deciding to take the next step in your relationship and you were so happy.

At first.

The Urban that you knew and the Urban that you had been in a relationship with were two very different people.

You couldn’t understand why there was a sudden switch, but it seemed as if he never wanted to be bothered with you or when he was around you he wanted to control your every move.

There was a time that you would both be attached to each other at the hip and now you were lucky if you saw him at least three times a week.

On the outside looking in you can assume that people thought you were the perfect girlfriend. Just about anything he asked of you, you did it without a second thought.

You loved him and that was simply how you showed it.

But, as of lately you were walking on eggshells and you felt uncomfortable.

There should never be a reason why you’re uncomfortable around your boyfriend.

Then it all begin to add up and make sense, it was time to move on.

The first incident happened when you were getting ready for a party and decided to put on your favorite red lipstick from Rihanna’s makeup line. You had stood in line for this to drop at Sephora for almost three hours and you couldn’t wait to wear it tonight.

You were happy with how your make up turned out and you went back into the bedroom to show Urban. Something that you typically did even when you two were just friends.

He would always tell you how beautiful you looked and that the make up was just a plus.

“How do I look?” You asked with a smile and Urban took his attention away from his phone to get a good look at you.

“Change the lipstick.”

“What? Why? It’s my favorite one.”

“I just don’t like it on you. I like the pink one better so change it so we can go.”

You didn’t put up a fight because you were already running late as it is and simply went back to sit in front of your vanity and wipe it off.

You didn’t feel like arguing with him so tonight, you let it slide.

I retired my red lipstick ‘cause you said you didn’t like it

The second incident occurred when all of you had been invited to Drake’s album release party.

Excited was an understatement.

You had purchased new heels just for this occasion and they matched perfectly with the dress you planned on wearing.

Urban had told you that he would be downstairs waiting for you as you got ready.

You made sure to wear the pink lipstick instead and quickly slipped on your outfit.

Once you made it downstairs, Urban took one look at you and raised his eyebrow.

“What’s wrong babe?”

“You look good, but the shoes.”

“What’s wrong with them? I think they look nice and they go well with my dress.”

“I don’t want you to be taller than me when we go out so you should just stop wearing heels altogether.”

“Urb, you can’t be serious.”

You admit that you and Urban were a similar height and when you wore heels you did tend to be taller than him, but it had never been a problem before.

“I am serious, you taking the time to go back and forth with me is making us be even later than we already are.”

“You have always loved when I wore my heels, what has gotten into you?”

“Yeah, well things change. Matter of fact change the dress too. It’s way too short and I don’t want anyone looking at what’s mine.”

“What is the point of me even going then? I bought this outfit specifically for tonight and I didn’t pick out anything else for a back up.”

“Then don’t go then. I’m leaving and don’t wait up for me.”

I didn’t wear my high heel shoes ‘cause I couldn’t be taller than you

Because you were so stuck on being with your boyfriend, you didn’t realize how much you had been blowing off your friends.

The many missed calls.

Missed birthdays.

Missed girls trips.

By the time you sat down and really thought about everything that had occurred, they were nowhere to be found.

They stopped calling.

They stopped asking you to go out with them.

They stopped trying to get you to do anything with them because they know what your answer was going to be.

“I can’t, I’m spending the day with Urban.”

I didn’t wanna lose my friends but now it’s hard to even find ‘em, what you wanted, ain’t it? It’s what you wanted

The last incident that had occurred let you know that Urban didn’t love you how you loved him and he could care less if you knew.

You were all out at a club in Atlanta and were currently in the VIP section.

All of PG was there and you were currently making small talk with Clay since it had been awhile since you had seen him.

He was actually the person who introduced you to Urban.

If only you could turn back the hands of time, you would run in the other direction.

You had told Clay that you were going to get another drink and asked if he wanted anything. Once he declined, you made your way to the bar and go another amaretto sour (literally one of my favorite drinks).

You started to make your way back to the VIP section but stopped dead in your tracks when you heard the mention of your name.

“How are you and Y/N doing? You never really talk about her and you don’t bring her around as much as you used to.”

Jack had always been so nice and sweet to you and made sure that you always felt included wherever you guys went.

“I don’t know, she just... everything she does now pisses me off.”

“Dude, what? She’s amazing and you know she’ll do anything for you.”

“It seems as if she’s always in my face and doesn’t give me enough space. I thought being in a relationship with her would be amazing, but it’s the complete opposite. I should have never asked her out in the first place.”

“Then why are you with her?”

“I mean, the sex is amazing and that’s all she’s good for lately. So I might as well keep her around.”

You had heard enough.

You made your way back to where everyone was and it suddenly got quiet.

“If that’s all I’m good for, let me do you a favor Wyatt. Fuck you and don’t you ever speak to me again for as long as you live.”

You took a sip of your drink before throwing it in his face and practically running outside.

I thought I’d miss you (when it ended), I thought it hurt me (but it didn’t), I thought I’d miss you, I’d thought I’d miss you

But I miss me more

You had blocked his number that night and packed as many of your belongings that you could in your suitcases with tears coming down your face at a rapid speed thus making your vision blurry.

He had another thing coming if he honestly thought you would stay with him after he talked about you to his friends like that.

At least they had defended you to a certain extent.

In the beginning it was too good to be true and you knew now that the relationship was dead and that you had to choose yourself.

Even though it had been awhile, you had called your best friend Sienna to see if you could stay with her for a few days while you tried to figure everything out and what your next steps would be.

But you knew for a fact that you weren’t going back to him.

I put on my old records that I hid in the back of the closet and I turned them up to ten and then I played them all again. I found my independence can’t believe I ever lost it. What you wanted, ain’t it? It’s what you wanted

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It had been six months since everything happened.

It took awhile for you to get back on your feet, but you did.

You brought out that red lipstick and you brought out your heels.

It was decided that you would never let a man make you feel as if you were worthless or had to make yourself feel small.

You, Sienna, and Camille were currently at a nice restaurant downtown on Friday night catching up for the week.

You not only got your independence back, but you got your friends back too and they welcomed you with opened arms.

Everyone was enjoying their food when suddenly your waiter came over with a drink on his tray and proceeded to sit the glass in front of you.

It was a amaretto sour.

“I didn’t order this,” you calmly stated while looking confused.

“I know, the gentleman over there did for you.”

You followed with your eyes the direction that they were referring to and you saw him sitting with Jack and the other members of PG.

You saw him and felt absolutely nothing.

He smiled at you and all you did was give him a blank stare.

At one point in time, your heart fluttered and you got butterflies at the mention of his name, but not anymore.

“That fucker has some nerve.” Sienna stated while rolling her eyes.

“Send it back.” You stated without a second thought. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction.

“Will do.”

Once the night began to wind down, you decided to head out and go back to your apartment for a much needed movie marathon. You were making your way to the door when he caught your arm.

“Y/N, can we talk?”

“You did enough talking for the both of us six months ago.”

“I know.. I just... how are you?”

“I’m fine, but I would be even better if you went back over to your friends and left me alone.”

"I was wrong for what I did and I... I need to apologize to you. I should have called you but..."

"I blocked you Urb for a reason so you wouldn't have gotten a hold of me anyway. I just thought I knew you better than that."

"Just please let me fix this Y/N."

"You know at one point in time you were one of my best friends and I couldn't see my life without you being in it but... I look at you now and feel absolutely nothing."

Urban had no response to that because he knew deep down there was no rekindling your friendship and definitely not your relationship after what he did.

This was it and it was no one's fault but his own.

Just then Camille came to stand next to you and was eyeing Urban up and down.

“Y/N, you ready to go? The uber is outside.”

“Yeah, be there in a second.”

She simply nodded and walked through the main entrance before you turned your attention back to Urban.

“I thought I’d miss you when it ended, but I realized that I miss me more. Have a good night because whatever we had between us is over for good.”

I forgot I had dreams, I forgot I had wings, forgot who I was before I ever kissed you and I thought I’d miss you, but I miss me more.

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smallestapplin · 8 months

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Work hours

🔞Rika x gn reader🔞

Minors do not interact! I am uncomfortable with you doing so.

🔞Adults only please!🔞

Cw : reader gets called pet, puppy, and slut. Vibrator used, reader’s sex is not disclosed nor gendered.

“Fuck, look at you. Ya know, you make working so difficult.” Rika chuckles as she adjusts her glasses.

This paperwork is going to take a while, but that’s why she has you.

“Such a fuckin’ mess you are. You’re dripping all over the floor, what a naughty puppy.”

The only other sounds in her office are the low vibrations of the toy she has attached to you, and your muffled cries.

The gag only lets you get out so much.

You can’t believe she’d tie you up like this, and have you spread just in front of her desk to give her a nice show as she works. Though she doesn’t want her coworkers hearing you, and getting curious.

After all, you’re for her eyes only.

She reaches one hand down into her unbuttoned pants, rubbing her soaked panties just to tease herself and you.

“Fuuck…I can’t wait to taste you, bet you’re saving it all for me, right? Being a good little and not cumming just yet, right?”

Rika bites her lip before moving her panties to the side to rub slow circles around her clit.

She coos softly at how you squirm, bucking your hips with such pitiful whines escaping your throat.

“Aw, my sweet little- mm fuck - pet getting needy? Oh, you’re so fucking cute like this.”

You want to beg her to let you have a taste, to shove your face into her pussy and have her ride your face until she’s had enough.

You want to taste her so badly, to be used for her pleasure, to drown in her juices.

You might just cum from being too close.

And a part of you thinks she knows that.

“That’s it, you’re doing so good for me. Move your hips some more, I want to see just how much of a slut you are.”

Her free hand grabs the small pink remote on her desk, just the action alone has you shaking.

She switches it to the highest setting, moaning at your fucked out expression, how your eyes roll back, how drool slides down your chin and onto your bare chest.

She wiggles her hips in her seat as your muffled squeal reaches her ears.

Her red eyes stay locked onto your dripping center, watching how you try to buck against the toy buzzing away on your most sensitive parts.

“I can’t wait to fuck you, mark you, make that pretty little hole mine all over again.”

You sob at her words, cumming from the lewd promise she makes. Your juices drench the floor below you, making a bigger mess in her office.

“You can’t even follow simple orders, can you? You want this whole office to hear just how much of a horny slut you are? Fine, since you want to cum so badly, then do it.”

You wail, body thrashing against your bonds as the vibrations become too much! You’re gonna break, gonna make a mess!

“Aw, what’s the matter? You were so greedy a second ago.”

She laughs softly at your trembling body.

She just wants to see how many times you can cum before breaking.

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goblins-riddles-or-frocks · 8 months

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okay final amc interview with the vampire rewatch thoughts:

- I liked the pacing much better. the middle episodes felt like a slog to watch week by week but I think it’s much better suited to bingeing. there were still choices I didn’t love, but the plot was going at a consistent clip the entire time.

- sam reid and jacob anderson were both fantastic! galaxy brained takes on both characters. bailey bass.. her acting is good but I am too southern to be able to take that accent seriously 😭😭 it was painful

- lestat is still given more narrative dignity and power than I would like. he’s introduced having his own wealth and he is the one giving louis money as opposed to being the broke unwanted houseguest who invited himself. he doesn’t use claudia to babytrap louis, louis has to beg him to change her (hated this!). he is given a personal pawn in antoinette, and is allowed to see the murder attempt coming. I feel like sam reid brings the necessary vain, overeager desperation to the role to offset it, but the plot is still like that

- I’m still deeply unsatisfied with all of the choices they made with claudia. I think it’s a huge cop out to have louis save her from a fire that she 100% would not have survived otherwise. I missed the very key book element of it being louis who killed her and lestat who “saved” her by making her into a vampire. I also disliked how cleanly her relationship with lestat becomes one of hate after episode five. there’s zero mixed feelings and they’re both so on the same page about how much they hate each other. I get what they’re trying to do with “they’re too alike therefore they can’t stand each other” but that doesn’t preclude a more complicated dynamic

- I hated that all of claudia’s issues surrounding never growing up seemed to revolve around sex and romance. she’s given the sweet romance/almost romance that ends poorly and marks her slide into being more recklessly murderous and her dissatisfaction with vampirism. meanwhile there’s the OC vampire they invented to assault her… as a monkey’s paw curls situation I guess?? and to cement her vulnerability to other vampires. a lot of her arc feels so defined by men in a way that’s not really about her. it also doesn’t help that in casting an older teenage actress, it’s harder to buy that she would run into issues day to day with living on her own or passing as a young looking adult. idk she just felt particularly Written By A Man to me

- I’m also still unsure how I feel about the more literal domestic violence allegory. with daniel’s cynical quips about stockholm syndrome and abuse. or the way the big fight is framed when it looks like louis might leave lestat for claudia. I don’t mind them becoming violent with each other, it seems like that would be second nature to vampires who are killing every night. their relationship with violence would simply be different than a typical person’s. but then I think the fight’s framing was perhaps too typical to make sense for vampires? idk idk I like abuse narratives and I think interview as a story has always been in part about usurping an abuser so… seeing physical abuse… makes sense but this also felt too on the nose. so I am on the fence

- the pilot and the finale were the strongest episodes by far. I really appreciate this series’ dedication to style and atmosphere. it’s the first piece of contemporary vampire media in a while that feels like it actually wants to be about vampires

- I was shrieking at every single little hint at the larger vc lore, even when I knew full well it was coming. I’m honestly too attached to the first book so any loose show adaptation was destined to be prickly for me but I have zero reservations about the rest of the series. I’m so fucking excited to see it continue and cover more of the books!!! I will PASS OUT when we actually get to the theatre des vampires

- having the armand reveal confirmed makes the entire show so fucking insane???? I was watching this with maka and dolce who had NOT seen this before and it was such a struggle not to dissolve into hysterics every time he was in frame. like what deranged psychosexual nonsense???

- like louis describing being so desperately in love with lestat in excruciating detail while his current bf is literally always in the room?? the extent armand goes to to keep up the charade that he’s just an unassuming human ☺️ no reason to be suspicious at all ☺️☺️ it’s even funnier having the second season trailer out, knowing that he’s devised like an entire costume and sense of style for this rashid character purely to fuck with daniel 😭

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