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okay so what about a werewolf that struggles with cumming too fast, or at least what he considers to be ‘too fast’, and being extremely embarrassed and ashamed of it. He just cant help chasing his release once he's inside you. the look on his face of him trying to hold himself back, and that look of ‘fuckk not this again’ when he’s about to cum
reader trying to comfort him afterwards, not revealing that she's secretly reviling in the fact that he’s so desperately turned on by her that he can’t control himself. When he’s trying hard to hold back, she tries to force him over the edge. Like when he needs to take a minute break to stop himself from cumming, she does kegals when he’s still inside and him, making him cum against his will and being extremely embarrassed about it
"I-I'm sorry," your werewolf lover whimpers, his breath still ragged from his orgasm. his cock throbs inside of you as he unloads himself into your vice-like cunt. his knot twitching with needs as it swells, trapping your inside. Werewolves were supposed to have inhuman stamina, but he's lucky if he can last a few minutes inside your pussy.
It's not his fault, the second he pushes the head of his dick into your wet heat he just goes brain-dead. He's not even thinking, his body moves on his own slamming his hips against yours over and over again until he cums, which, again, is usually pretty quick. God help him if you ever try cock warming. He slides inside of you in one motion and not a second later he's babbling about how he can't actually do it, he needs to fuck you and can't just sit there.
"I'll make it up to you I promise- the second my knot goes down-" he doesn't know what he'll do, let you ride his face maybe, if he can't make you cum on his dick he can at least make you cum on his tongue.
"It's fine baby," you say. You'd never admit it, but you love how rough he fucks you, and how he's practically cumming before he's even bottomed out. it's so sexy what you can do to him. You hope that he's telling the truth when he says he's never had this problem before, you hope that your pussy is so good he can't help but cum quick.
It's so hot watching his brain turn off the moment you get his dick out of his pants. He really does fuck you like an animal, just hard and rough until he's shooting ropes inside of you. Maybe it's a bit sadistic, but you like how whiney and pathetic he gets when his head clears and he realizes you didn't get to cum.
"I can cum just like this," You reach down and start toying with your clit, reflexively your walls tightening around the cock half-hard cock still inside of you. His body goes rigid like he just got struck with lightning.
"fuck- don't do that, fucking brat," he snarls, but his growls quickly turn into soft whimpers as you keep flexing around him, your pussy sucking him deeper, if that was even possible.
"gonna cum again, f-fuck I'm going to give you all my cum, I've got so much for you," he whines
"oh no you don't, you don't get to cum twice before I've even finished once. hold it for me, maybe this will help improve your stamina," you snap back, you hold him by the back of his neck and make him look you in the eyes as you cum around his cock. He barely manages to hold on, the second he feels you flutter around him he's spilling a second load of semen into your sweet messy pussy, strings of cum leaking out the edge of his flared knot. he collapses on top of you, blurring his face in the crook of your neck.
"w-was I a good boy?" he asks, speaking directly into your skin,
"very good boy," you assure.
#monster fucker#monster imagine#teratophillia#monster#werewolf#werewolf x reader#monster boyfriend#werewolves#werewolf boyfriend
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Need
Summary: Astarion is desperate and needy, Tav takes care of him
Pairing: Astarion x Tav (gn!reader)
Warnings: nsfw, subby! Top Astarion, nipple play (male receiving), begging, praise, cream pie (so breeding if you squint)
Word count: 800
A/N: If this is in anyway awful, I blame it on the wine I drank while writing it.
It only really occurred when he was stressed, whether it be about the tadpoles, or Cazador, didn’t matter. He never explicitly verbalized it, but you had your suspicions that it came from the need to feel taken care of whilst still having some semblance of control in the matter. So after a long and arduous day of following dead end leads, that were supposed to be the answer towards everyone’s parasite, Astarion seeks out relief in the way that he’s rediscovering for himself. Which has led the two of you to seek each other’s comfort in the reprieve of his tent.
Your hands brush up his sides, pushing his ruffled shirt up and over his head, fingertips trailing back down his rib cage, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he discards it to the side. Astarion leans forward, guiding you to lay down on his bedroll, barely breaking the kiss that he had initiated. He needs this, his body craves it. To feel taken care of. To feel mindless, free to not think about the stress that paints each passing day of their lives as of late.
He sighs into your mouth, tongue curling around yours, wet and desperately searching. Searching for the heavenly distraction that is needing you. There’s the momentary press of his knee forwards, making space for him to kneel between your awaiting thighs. Your fingers delicately trail back up his sides before venturing across his chest, gently brushing against his nipples which earns a whine from the back of his throat and a cant of his hips against your own.
“You like that, huh?” you murmur against his plush, kiss-swollen lips.
He nods fervently, eyes fluttering shut as you continue to toy with him, gently pinching the buds between thumb and forefinger.
“Use your words, Star.” It’s no secret that this turns Astarion into a puddle before you even think about touching him anywhere else, and it nearly makes his heart beat again when you actively keep him present in the moment. That you make sure he voices what he wants in all of this.
He swallows, words barely making it past his lips before he moans, “Mmhm. Yes, I like it.” His brain is mush already, overwhelmed by your hands touching him so gently, and his painfully hard cock pressing against the confines of his trousers. You realize that the usually boisterous elf seems almost… shy. His cheeks and the tips of his ears ruddy with the blood he supped on earlier from you.
He drops his face to the crook of your neck, soft kisses press to your skin, just below the clotted punctures and faint bruise that he left earlier. He quietly huffs against your neck, mindlessly rutting his hips against the apex of your thighs.
“Tell me what it is that you want, my love.” Your voice croons against the shell of his flushed ear, fingers running through his soft curls.
”Please- need to be inside you.” He thrusts forwards, mindlessly seeking pressure against his arousal. Gods is he desperate, his voice on the verge of whiny.
“Take what you need.”
In an almost frantic state, Astarion strips the rest of your clothing off before discarding his trousers and undergarments. The moment his cock nudges against your entrance, he’s biting his bottom lip, stifling the sounds threatening to spill past his lips. He leans forward, wrapping his arms around you, face against the juncture of your shoulder and neck as he breaches your entrance, a soft sigh meeting your flesh. He almost loses himself, completely overwhelmed by finally filling you. Your very essence completely envelopes him, legs wrapping around his waist, one arm around his shoulders, and the other hand gently holding his head close.
Always making sure he knows, ”You’re so good to me Star.”
He whimpers, hips picking up and thrusting into you. One of his hands moves to grip one of your thighs, pushing it towards your chest to get impossibly deeper. All he feels is you, and all he wants is for you to only feel him too.
“Please- please let me come.” He pants, “Wanna fill you so bad.”
“Come for me, love.” You press a kiss against his temple.
A string of soft moans and whines leave him, and his flushed ears twitch as he empties himself deep inside, hips pressing tightly against yours so he reaches as deep as possible.
As he comes down from his high, he pulls out and rolls to the side, laying his head against your chest, “You didn’t come.” He states.
”Tonight was about you.” You tell him, fingers mindlessly dancing across his shoulders, soothing him further. All he deserved was to be taken care of
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❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜“i cant live without you” “don’t die on me, we haven’t even gotten to the good part yet” “i lied i never hated you”
eddie x reader enemies to lovers 🥹🥹
pls enjoy this absolute heartache of a fic :D — you and eddie hate each other until he almost dies (angst, enemies to lovers, cw for mentions of gore, 1.1k)
“Wanna make out?” Eddie had asked you, some hours ago now, when you first arrived at the Upside Down version of Skull Rock. You’d just narrowly survived a gang of demobats, and the stale air smelled distinctly of copper pennies. He managed a smug smile anyway. “I mean, we might as well. Looks like we’re gonna die out here, anyway.”
You scoffed and rolled your tired eyes. The annoyance you felt for him then momentarily distracted you from the fear swirling in the pit of your stomach. “I’d rather,” you’d quipped.
You feel a little like you’ve prophesized something now.
Eddie bleeds out in your arms with a hundred little bites on his stomach that were supposed to be yours. He’d distracted the circling demobats when you twisted your ankle, too hurt to run away. And now he’s dying. And it’s all your goddamn fault.
You sit with him while Dustin rushes into the Creel House, in search of help from the older crew. You watch him attentively over your shoulder until he disappears behind the rotted front door. When you turn back to Eddie, you find his eyes have fluttered shut.
“Eddie—” you call for him, clearing your throat when it comes out garbled. “Eddie! Hey!”
“Hm…” he hums tiredly in response, eyes still shut.
You sigh with the subtle relief that he’s not dead. The breath catches in your chest. You try to fight away the panic attack clawing behind your ribcage, even though it makes everything around you seem more and more distant. You try to stay as present as you can despite the horrors swimming all around you — for Eddie The Freak Munson.
“You have to stay awake,” you tell him, voice thick with emotion. “Open your eyes.”
“I’m just… I feel a little tired right now,” he mumbles, slurring slightly.
Your chest wrenches. He’s getting paler and paler by the minute. The tourniquet you made from the bottom half of your shirt is now soaked with deep red blood. Panic burns a wildfire in your chest because you’ve done everything you could think to do.
You can’t lose him. That’s all you’re telling yourself now. You can’t lose him, you can’t lose him, you can’t lose him.
“I don’t care. Keep your eyes open, alright?” Your heart wrenches again, with something short of hope this time, when Eddie’s eyes flutter open. They’re glassy and dilated, but the deep chocolate of them hasn’t changed. You muster a small smile. “There you go, Eds. There you go— Now, just keep talking to me, okay? Keep talking.”
“I’m tired,” he mutters under his breath, too weak to do anything more.
Your face screws together as you choke back a sob. You swallow down every instinct to cry. You’ll cry when this is over, you tell yourself, when Eddie’s safe and back in Hawkins.
“I know, Eddie. I know,” you babble through stinging tears. “But you gotta— you gotta keep talking, alright? It’ll help you stay awake. And I need you to… I need you to stay awake for me, okay?”
He nods. At least, you think he’s nodding, because the movement is terribly faint.
His eyes fall shut again. You feel the loss of his melted chocolate gaze like a stab in the chest. Your hand grips his jaw, a little less than gentle.
“Eddie,” you bite through gritted teeth.
“Mm…”
“If you die, I swear to god, I will fucking kill you.”
The familiarity of your aggression reminds him of home. He opens his eyes and cracks a small, barely-there smile. Blood glistens on his mouth. “I thought you hated me?” he slurs in an inaudible mumble.
“I do,” you tell him without thinking twice, laughing through the sob in your throat. “But I’ll love the shit outta you if we make it out of here together.”
Together, you say, because either both of you make it out or neither of you do.
His grin widens softly, chapped and lopsided. “Metal,” he murmurs.
A whimper sounds in your throat when his eyes flutter shut again. “Eddie…”
“‘M sorry, sweetheart,” he whispers, breathing sharply through his nose.
It’s getting harder and harder for him to breathe. You can tell by the harsh rise and fall of his chest. There’s little oxygen getting to his brain, accompanied by the weeping bites on his stomach— where the fuck is Dustin Henderson?
“I don’t know if I…. If I’m gonna make it outta here, babe…”
Your chest tightens. He only ever called you babe to piss you off. You wonder if he’s still being the annoying asshole you knew back home or if the term of endearment is too engrained in his head.
“Don’t say that.”
“If I don’t—”
“Eddie.”
“If I don’t make it out,” he repeats, sterner this time. He drags a sharp breath in and opens his eyes, just barely. “I want you to know that I never… I never hated you… ‘M just a liar… And a total fucking coward…”
“You can make it up to me when we get back home, okay? You just gotta stay awake.”
His lip quirks into a faint, crooked smile. “I’ve been dyin’ to kiss you since ninth grade… Did you know that?”
“I know,” you nod with an emotional laugh.
“I did make it kinda obvious, didn’t I?”
“You can kiss me when you get better. I swear.”
Eddie nods. You feel him grow heavier and heavier in your arms. His smug smile starts to fade, and you panic. “Eddie? Eddie, don’t— don’t die on me, okay? Please. We haven’t— We haven’t gotten to the good part yet, asshole. You have to stay awake.”
You shift him in your arms, trying to sit him up more when he slumps. He does little to fight you. He doesn’t have the strength to anymore.
“‘M sorry, babe,” you hear him whisper.
“No— No, don’t— Don’t fucking say that,” you scold bitterly, less angry at him and more at the rest of the world. It should’ve been you lying here, after all, not him. You’d trade places in a heartbeat if you could. “You can’t die, you asshole! How am I supposed to— fucking— keep going without you annoying the living shit outta me?”
“Henderson’ll annoy you for the both of us,” he manages to joke as life spills from the weeping wounds on his stomach.
“Fuck that. It’s not the same— I need you, Eddie. I need you, okay? I can’t— I can’t fucking live without you,” you cry over his pale, bloodied body.
You hear yelling and a set of rushed footsteps. “Eddie!” Dustin calls as he dashes down the decrepit porch steps of the old home — with Steve, Nancy, and Robin following close behind.
The sight of them makes you sigh. Your chest starts to sparkle with a hope you’d thought you lost — damn near aching when Eddie’s glassy eyes flutter open once more.
The fucker grins weakly up at you. “I knew you had a crush on me, babe.”
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Hi. Um... i have been craving angst
👀 and my angsty mind has been making up... scenarios, but like would love them typed out so i can read 💀 i live your work, p.s. <3
anyways, would like to ask for something along these lines:
reader is a batsibling
is kidnapped
fam cant find her for a few days and is panicked
they find her somewhere, blindfolded and tied up, on the ground and caked in blood
they get her some med stuff and whatever
and they're like how did this happen so they somehow get cctv or duke uses his powers or something and finds out that they've been beaten for info
and they get like really angry and all that jazz
:D rest up to you!
would be great if you did it 🥺
but i understand if it's too much
love youuuu 💖/platonic ehe
okay, i will excuse myself from your asks now. byeee
Loaded Silence
hello hello! Thanks for requesting. This was super angsty, but as you put I crave it too... ❤️
Warnings: Kidnapping, Torture (not very graphic), fear, medical scenes.
Word Count: 1.5k
⛤ BATFAM MASTERLIST ⛤
It had happened unexpectedly. You were there one second and gone the next. In a blink of an eye. Nothing more nothing less. That was all it took for you to slip away. Damian could have sworn he was only gone for a minute. To stretch his legs and grab something to eat. But that was all it took for them to sneak in. Quiet as a mouse they crept in, splitting through the open window at the back of the room. Leaving it open had been a careless mistake, but who was to think that you would have been taken in the safety of your own home?
They grabbed you roughly from behind. A set of rough hands pinning you to the sofa, clamped tightly over your mouth as another worked to tie a heavy bandage around your eyes. You had squirmed feebly trying to gain some leverage. Your training desperately tried to kick in but at that moment, you were not a vigilante. You were Y/N Wayne: A citizen, child to the wealthiest man in Gotham and utterly fucked.
You had no choice after that than to allow them to drag you downtown, you had kicked and cried blindly, desperate for one of your brothers to chase after you. But whoever was gripping you tight enough to bruise was clearly experienced and you knew that they stood no chance so unexpectedly.
When they tossed you down on the ground, you thought it would offer some relief. The room was dank, dusty and smelt of water rot and mould. This was the part where they would send a ransom note to Bruce and he and your brothers would come charging in sooner or later. But you had never been more wrong.
“We know who you are, Wayne.” A voice spoke. Feminine but not soft spoken. Threatening. “Or would you prefer Raven?”
Your stomach dropped as bile burned the back of your throat. You knew you could fight now, but you were defenceless weaponless with your hands and feet bound together.
“The fuck do you want?” You spat, though the effect of the venom in your words was lost for you looked so helpless.
“Bold of you to speak to me that way, given your predicament.” The woman chuckled, prodding you with her foot. “You’re here as a sort of…payment.” She mused. “I suppose you could call it that.”
“What?”
“My husband.” She started, moving away from you. You could hear her pacing around the room but you could only conjure up images in your mind. “Leader of the greatest crime suricate in Gotham. And now, he’s dead. Rotting in some coffin in the ground, thanks to your father.”
She moved closer again. Her heels clattered against the floor.
“He took away the only thing that ever mattered to me!” She gripped your wrist, lifting you up off the floor and leaning into your face. “So now, I’m going to take away one of his toys until someone tells me how to get him out! His precious little girl. Oh how I can’t wait to see the look on all of their faces when they see you. That is of course…after we have a little fun.”
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There was still no sign of you. And it felt as if they had searched every inch of the city. The high and the low but still nothing. No one had slept much in the three days you had been missing. Their nights were either spent searching for you on patrol or laying awake staring blankly at the ceiling as their minds conjured up the worst. None of them said it outloud but the possibility that you were dead loomed over them. But no one ever said anything. They just continued to search in silence. It seemed like Babs and Tim hadn’t torn their eyes away from the screens since Damian came barging into the room three days ago, doubled over and panting as he revealed the news. The only time they ever moved was to head to the bathroom or to make another mug of lukewarm coffee.
The rest of the family were out on patrol. That was what they were calling it anyway. Really they were looking for you. And still there had been no sign until Dick stumbled upon a window. It was low down to his feet covered by concrete as though the building had just sunk into the concrete. And when he tried to peer inside, it seemed to be covered by something on the inside.
It could have been nothing.
But Dick was desperate.
He called over the other vigilantes with a signal on his com. They all came tricking over towards him silently through the city. Some bubbling with hope and anticipation, but all dreading the worst.
Moving around the back of the house, Dick pushed open the door.
~
You had never been more scared in your entire life. Everything ached, burned or stung. From what you could feel there didn’t seem to be a single inch of your skin that wasn’t covered in blood. It clung sticky to your skin, cracking every time you managed to bring yourself to shift against the floor.
She had continued her onslaught for hours, trying to force answers that she knew you would never be able to give her from your chapped lips. She would leave every once in a while, returning silently to catch you off guard with another round of pain. You couldn’t see her: the blindfold still remained firmly around your eyes, so you had to anticipate when she would return as you cowered against the back wall in a pool of your own blood. You were unsure how long it had been since she tossed you into the room. Without the relief of sunlight, your woozy mind had lost track of time.
And then a pair of hands gripped your shoulders. And you screamed, trying to recoil away from them. You didn’t make it far. Your body was too weak.
“No! No please! No more!” You begged, tears dribbling down your cheeks to mingle among the dirt and blood. “I already told you I-I don’t know anything! Please!”
“Woah, woah.” It was Dick’s voice that broke through to you, though they had all called out to you. It was him who had reached out to you in the first place, hesitant that the smallest touch would break you. As soon as they were met with resistance they knew you were here. And they fought as fast as they could to get to you. Praying that they wouldn’t find you as you had. Sprawled out across the floor in a pool of your own blood as you struggled to breathe. “It’s us.”
“We’re here, Kid.” Jason leaned forwards to remove the blindfold from your eyes as Dick tried to support you in his arms. You squiremed weakly, still untrusting. But the minute the blindfold was off and you had finished adjusting to the onslaught of light. You broke.
You collapsed into Dicks arms, sobbing and shaking. He cupped the back of your head with his hands and held you, giving Jason and Duke a nervous glance. Your blood had already begun to stain the front of his suit as you whimpered in his arms, clinging to him tightly.
When he tried to shift you, you let out a sob and clung to him tighter. He wasn’t sure if it was because he had hurt you or because you were scared he was going to leave you. Probably both.
“Y/N?” Jason whispered, moving to crouch by your side. “ We’re here now. We’re going to get you home okay? Can you tell us what happened?”
You shook your head and buried your face into Dicks chest trying to block out the pain.
Eyes turned to Duke who watched you with sad eyes. They observed as he surveyed the room, taking in the horrors that the light revealed. And he couldn’t help the gasp that slipped out of his lips.
He paled at what he saw. Winced at the way your face contorted with pain as the woman towered over you, tossing you about the room like a ragdoll and slashing you with various tools as she screamed at you. He saw how she would catch you off guard by sneaking up on you in the dark as some cruel game to satisfy her sick amusement. He felt sick.
In the time it took for him to see the echo of your agonies, Dick had managed to coax enough for him to stand so they could bring you out of the room and get you urgently to medical attention.
The two looked at him expectantly. And once he had managed to stutter out what he had seen, Jason was tensely clenching his jaw and fists.
Someone was going to bleed tonight. He was going to make sure of that.
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Enhypen : Telling them a story but it doesnt make sense
PAIRING : OT7 x gn! Reader
GENRE : established relationship, fluff, crack
Warning : curse words
Author's note : this is requested, why do i get the motivation to write in library? Of all the places, the place where im supposed to study...
Heeseung
●'Babe you know the other day i went to walk my fish but the baby started to bark and i realised that it was the wrong day!'
●Looks you dead in the eye
●Just stares at you even after you finish talking
●'I cant tell if im sleep deprived or you arent making any sense'
●Would take him him 1 2 3 4000 business days to understand it was a prank
●You woukd just tell him to go sleep lmao
Jay
●'So I was planting the book and the turtle drowned so i put the heater in the frigde.'
●Bro just freezes trying to understand what you're saying
●'Excuse me?'
●Just confusion on his face and youre laughing your ass off
●Also would not understand how that prank works but it worked on him so...
●Would make fun of you 100% 😭
Jake
●'So tell me why when the cat was barking and my ears went blind so i put the curtains in the dishwasher.'
●Baby is so confused, like he has imaginary question marks floating around his head
●'What do you mean baby?'
●Trying so hard to not seem rude incase hes the one who doesnt understand you :(((
●Breaths out a sigh of relief when he realises it was a prank
●But then lowk gets mad that he was tricked lol 😭
Sunghoon
●'Hey, remember when me and my grandma went to mop the ocean and the cat had puppies so i blow dried the air?'
●Already knows its some kind of prank but hes still confused
●'What the fuck?'
●Cue your hysteric laughing because why does he look cute with that confused expression???
●Impressed by your randomness lowk but will not say it
●Will get back at you for this💯
Sunoo
●'You remember when i couldnt hear in my nose and i woke up and the dog laid eggs?'
●Is concerned for you more than hes confused
●'Are you okay, baby?'
●You cant even laugh at him he genuinely looks worried
●You tell him its a joke and he gives you the nastiest side eye
●But then laughs at how random that sentence was
Jungwon
●'Tell me why, when i was walking my penguin and i lost my toes so i watered the fish.'
●He is the most confused by far but also judging you at the same time
●'Baby, what the heck? What penguin?'
●Hes concerned about penguins more than your mental state and toes😐
●Starts laughing when you tell him its a prank
●'Stop watching those tiktoks.'
Ni-ki
●'Remember when the snail barked and my leg cut off because i had a headache so i preheat the ice.'
●Just stares at you with 🤨 face
●Is judging you so hard it makes you want to take back your words
●'Whats that supposed to mean, baby?'
●Can NAWT understand why people make pranks like this
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Tag, You’re It | Ethan Landry | v.
Happy, carefree college days meet their abrupt end when every guy who approaches you mysteriously turns up dead.
Warnings: NON-CON, Stalking, Bimbo!Reader, Clueless Reader, Loss of Virginity, Incel Ethan, Cheerleader Reader, Skin Carving (w/knife), Canon Typical Slashing, Voyeurism, Kidnapping, Forced Masturbation, Filming, Blackmail
This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.
𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙
Peering outside the window, you unleash a melancholy sigh. The sky is bright and blue above campus, not one cloud darkening its expanse.
A stark contrast to your somber mood.
You wish you could soak up the warmth of the sun spilling through the glass window of the café, but you’re too high-strung to bask in the sunny weather.
"Here you go," Ethan enthuses, yanking you away from your lugubrious train of thought.
You give him a wobbly smile, accepting the steamy cup he slides between your hands. In the process, your fingers brush against his own, and Ethan’s throat bobs. His gaze lingers where your hand touches his for a few seconds before he scratches the back of his neck and sits in front of you. The spicy, warm scent of the drink engulfs your senses in a blanket of comfort and familiarity. Your lashes flutter in awe as your eyes round.
"H-How did you know my coffee order?"
He shrugs, a lopsided smile canting his lips.
"I think Mindy mentioned it."
"Did she?"
His smile broadens. "I think. How else would I know it?"
You press your lips together. You suppose it does make sense. Still, it astonishes you the heap of little things Ethan has noticed about you since you met him.
Acceptance settles within you beneath his unflinching gaze.
"You're right." You nod then spot the little plate Ethan placed near the edge of the table. Your mouth waters at the sight, your stomach wrenching. When’s the last time you had a proper meal, or something sweet? "Oh, you got me a pastry too." Fingers stretch towards the appetizing treat but retreat as Alana’s voice rings in your head. Sending Ethan a contrite glance, you twist your hands in your lap. "I'm sorry. That's very nice but… I can't accept it."
Ethan’s bushy brows draw together.
"You don't like sweets? I didn't realize."
You wave your hands before you as you rush to elaborate, "I do. It's not that." A deep exhale drops from your mouth. "Alana…the captain of my team. She said we all needed to lose five pounds before the next game. So no one on the team is allowed to have carbs."
Your cheeks come aflame under his intense stare. The anger in his tone startles you.
"That's mean. Who does Alana think she is?" he scoffs. His tone softens as he adds, "Besides, you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen. You don't need to change a single thing about yourself."
A spontaneous smile blooms on your face at his compliment and the sincerity laced in his words.
"Thanks, Ethan. That's so sweet." His chestnut gaze beckons you, drifting from your face to the pastry. You nibble your bottom lip, stomach clenching. Alana would be pissed if she knew…but you’re also starving. You don’t ponder for long before reaching across the table for the sweet delicacy. "I guess I'll have it anyway. Just promise me you won't tell her."
"My lips are sealed."
Ethan patiently watches you take a few bites, a grin etched on his boyish features. As soon as the sugar melts on your tongue, your spirits are lifted.
When you’re done eating, he pulls out books, paper and pens from his backpack.
You remember why you’re here and straighten your back.
"So, where do you want to begin?" he inquires, unscrewing the cap from his ballpen and beginning to scribble on a piece of paper.
You fidget and cast your eyes downward.
"I'm not sure," you mumble.
"What do you struggle with most?"
Embarrassment tickles your insides.
"Uh…Everything?" He gawks at you and your face heats. "This class is way too hard for me, Ethan."
He shakes his head, that gentle, encouraging smile never leaving his lips.
"You're selling yourself short." At your crestfallen expression, Ethan offers, "We'll start at the very beginning and work our way from here. How does that sound?"
You gape at him, your chest swelling with hope. For some reason, you nearly expected him to give up on you right here and there.
You know you’re not exceedingly bright and that you narrowly got into college. If it weren’t for Chad and Mindy helping you study for the SATs and giving you tips…you’re convinced you wouldn’t have made it at all.
"Amazing," you chime, plucking a chest-deep chuckle from him.
Hours fly by at the café as Ethan takes time to break down concepts, make you flash cards and draw figures to help you understand the basics of economics.
You lose track of time, hanging to his every slow, patient word. Every time you ask a question, he never gets upset or belittles you, instead going over everything again without ever losing his cool.
While some areas are still fuzzy at the end, you feel a lot more equipped to understand the course material than before.
Ethan encourages you, promising the more sessions you’ll have together, the more things will make sense.
And you actually believe him.
"You're like the best tutor ever."
You bounce in excitement as Ethan giggles.
"I didn't do much."
"Not true. You make complicated stuff sound easy, Ethan."
His cheeks glow pink at your praise.
Leaning forward, you confess, "Even Mindy gave up on helping me with my assignments. She didn’t have the time…or patience. And she’s my best friend." Slanting your head sideways, you beam at him. "You're the smartest guy I know so I appreciate you taking the time."
Ethan ogles at you before clearing his throat and scratching the back of his neck. "Anytime," he says while putting his books back in his bag.
"Can I keep this?" you inquire, gathering the stack of papers covered in Ethan’s neat handwriting. You’re touched that he took the time to explain all this to you.
"Of course, it’s all for you. If you need anything, just text or call me." His inflection lowers as he bashfully looks down. "Even nighttime is fine."
His words summon flashes of the night before. Overwhelmed, tears begin pricking behind your eyes.
"Nighttime…" you quaver. You blink and salty water fills your gaze. Ethan immediately gets up and joins you on the other side of the table, handing you tissues and carefully putting a hand on your shoulder. Once again, you wipe your tears. You wonder how there’s still water left in your body considering how many times you’ve bawled your eyes out today.
"I’m sorry," you blubber.
"It’s okay." He rubs your back, licking his lips before he whispers, "You don’t need to shed so many tears over him, you know?"
A shuddering breath cascades through your throat while you gape at him in confusion.
"What?"
His jaw clenches, his gaze darkening somehow.
"That alpha douchebro Connor. He doesn’t deserve you crying over him."
"It’s not…" you trail off, shame creeping inside you. You have no desire to revisit the events from last night. Every time you recall them, a wave of sickness takes hold of you.
Ethan continues, his voice even harsher than before, "Truth be told I bet he had it coming." Your jaw drops. Ethan’s shoulders heave and slump as he explains, "I heard he was awful to girls… and that you weren’t the only one he was texting before he died."
Shock ripples through you at this newfound knowledge. It’s dumb and irrelevant now, but you thought Connor genuinely liked you at least.
Sure, he got carried away that night and got a little pushy, but you’re sure he just had one drink too many and wasn’t acting like himself.
Your forehead wrinkles as you chide him, "That’s an awful thing to say. Regardless of what he did…no one deserves to die like that, Ethan."
Ethan sighs and lets out an awkward laugh.
"You’re right. I shouldn’t have said anything. Murder’s like…fucked up, I guess."
"Y-Yes, it is," you reply, taken aback by his casual tone.
Gaze still holding yours, he bends over you and adds, "But he was a lame dudebro, and you can do so much better. I hope you know that."
You sink in the depth of his warm, brown orbs, both flattered yet a little unsettled by his fervent statement.
It’s something even Mindy told you before, that you only fall for douchebags that don’t deserve you, but you never felt that was true.
Still, no one ever said that to you with such emphasis.
"I…appreciate it," you reply, rubbing your puffy eyes as fresh tears threaten to spill.
His large hand travels up and down your back.
"Is there something else by any chance? I’m a pretty good listener."
Heat rushes to your cheeks. There’s no way you can tell him what occurred. The mere idea makes you want to die.
Your mouth trembles as you dip your chin.
"No, there isn’t."
After a few minutes of silence, Ethan’s gentle voice sweeps over your temple.
"Can I do anything to make you feel better?"
Your eyes lift to his, deep brown pools filled with concern.
You mull it over. There is one thing. A thing you sometimes do with your friends, but you’re a bit self-conscious about revealing it to him.
"I…" You emit a thin, unsure laugh. "No, that's silly. You're gonna think I'm, like, so shallow."
His thumb settles between your shoulder blades, caressing softly.
"I won't judge you, I promise. Just tell me."
"When I feel bad…" You squirm and evade his focus, gaze darting about the café as you mumble, "I like to go shopping and eat ice cream afterward."
Ethan snickers, but not in a mean way. Mirth lights up his features.
"I don't think that's silly at all, especially if it helps you feel better." His face softens. "I can take you if you want."
"Really?" Surprise and happiness coalesce in your tone. You hate shopping alone. Your brows knit as a thought resurfaces. "But I promised Mindy and Anika we’ll meet up later..."
Ethan sends you a wide grin.
"I’m sure they’ll understand."
Going on a shopping spree with Ethan is surprisingly fun. He doesn’t mind how many outfits you try, praising your choices every time.
And if sometimes his eyes rest upon you a tad too long, that strange smirk playing on his lips, you let yourself ignore that.
After all, a lot of the clothes you picked display quite a lot of skin.
Boys always stare, you’re used to that.
And it’s just Ethan looking. It’s not like he’s getting any ideas.
When it comes time to pay for your purchases, he stops you before you can collect your wallet, placing a stack of bills on the counter instead.
You give him an open-mouthed stare.
"Ethan?! Are you crazy? That’s a lot of money. You don’t have to-"
He grabs the clothes from you and gestures at the cashier to put them in bags before you can even think of returning them.
"No way I’m letting you pay. My treat, okay?"
"Ethan…"
His tone gets firmer, quieting your protests.
"I insist."
Your body deflates as you’re stunned by the shift in him, particularly his staunch refusal to let you argue.
"Okay," you concede.
After leaving the store, with Ethan carrying your bags and refusing to let you lift a finger, you get on your tiptoes and plant a kiss on his cheek.
Red spreads on his face as he peers down at you.
"You’re so nice to me," you say cheerfully.
He just smiles at you in that lopsided, mysterious way he does.
"Well, I'd say you more than earned it."
~
#ethan landry x reader#ethan landry#dark!ethan landry#ethan landry x bimbo!reader#scream vi fanfic#ethan landry x you#scream vi#scream#scream 6
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Back to you part 2
Angst, omegaverse, male reader
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(name) just stared at the blond man holding him close, this is what he wanted for years.
Its what he dreamt of.
But more than anything?
He was absolutely filled with a rage he didn't think was possible.
"Shit--" Mikey was pushed away from him as an angry omega glared at him "I lost my baby because of you" (name) spat out, body shaking not from fear but from everything Mikey's actions had put him through emotionally and physically. "(Name) it was for--" "I dont give a FUCK what it was about, all I know is one day my mate is there and the next hes dead! I HELD A FUNERAL FOR ALL OF YOU! I LOST MY BROTHERS! I THOUGHT MY ENTIRE FAMILY HAD DIED!" (Name) screamed as he pushed mikey back, the Alpha letting him do this because... He knew be deserved this.
"You promised Manjiro" (name) had fat tears rolling down his face "I was holding your grandfather's hand as he passed, did you know that? While you were off doing god knows what? Instead of seeing his last living grandchild he saw the broken grandchilds mate who he abandoned" (name)s voice was venemous as he looked at mikey dead in the eyes. "Those closest to my heart faked their deaths and abandoned me" (name) was now laughing and Mikey never felt fear in a long time but for once?
He was terrified.
(Name)s face went serious as he stormed out and into what seemed to be a lounge "(name), its a pleasure to see you again" Ran said calmly, assuming the poor heartbroken omega would run into his alphas arms.
But he was dead wrong.
"Get the fuck away from me before I burn this god forsaken building to the ground" (name) said coldly as they looked to see Mikey looking disheveled but not in a post sex way, in a he got his ass beat way.
"(Name) we can explain" Kakucho tried to appease the half-feral omega who wanted nothing more tham to beat the ever living shit out of them "I dont need one" (name)s tone was cold "You guys wanted to play crime lord without an omega keeping the boss weak" (name) said simply, it was obvious despite his rage "you guys killed his heir by the way also this piss idea made him look like absolute shit"
"Watch --" Sanzu was cut off with a harsh glare "watch what Haruchiyo? Watch the fact my loved ones live their happiest lives as i deal with the loss of literally my entire family? The child I was going to tell my Mate about when he was supposed to get home? Only to find out he died with everyone else and THEN after years find out oh look theyre alive and living the life of luxury" (name) gave a cold cruel laugh "elaborate to me, what should I be watching?"
They remember how (name) was before they left, sweet and always deverted to Mikey no matter what.
This?
This was a stranger.
A changed person.
A person hurt beyond repair.
"I spent my life mourning a fucking lie" (name) said almost methodically.
"I wasted my life mourning a man who clearly didnt love me"
"I did love you" Mikey was forceful as he grabbed his mates shoulders and looked at him with a desperate expression, the face of a man who wasnt ready to lose his mate "dont you love me?"
"I always loved you" (name)s voice was empty "but I also know betrayal, you betrayed me... You all did"
"And didn't you teach me never negotiate with traitors?"
The room halted as mikey looked at him horrified "you cant leave " Mikey said almost begging "what like how you left me? At least im giving you a warning" (name) fired back and tried to escape mikeys hold but the alpha held him tight.
"Please..." He begged and (name) was cold.
"Where was my chance to plead for you to stay? Why do you always get the options?" (Name) snapped as he started struggling to get out of his hold, it seemed after all these years mikey got stronger somehow.
(Name)s inner Omega pleaded with him to accept their alpha but (name) absolutely refused.
What mikey did was beyond exuse.
(Name)s body went limp as he spoke "after this, I dont think I can look at you guys... At least for a very long time..."
The room was filled with so many negative emotions, it was almost suffocating.
(Name) eventually broke free and wandered to the elevator, the guards looking at Mikey for what to do and the alpha rushed to hold (name) "p-please..."
"Keeping me here wont fix things"
"Please let me fix this...please"
#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyo revengers x male reader#male reader#bonten x reader#omegaverse#omega male reader#mikey tokyo revengers#mikey x male reader#mikey x reader
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I Win, You Lose
Pedro Pascal x Actress!Reader
Summary: In Loving Memory of Pedro Pascal, the best bachelor that ever graced the planet. He's not dead, he just got into a relationship and I'm in mourning.
Word Count: 1k+
Warnings: Fem!reader, extremely delusional, socmed au, crack fic, use of y/n smh, fluff, im on my final straw, typos, etc.
A/N: listen pedro pascal is a happy pill for me and i just wanna be silly goofy so let me have this or else i will cry.
Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @amis-love-bugs @top1bbgloak @sunfairyy @djarinsstuff @mooniesyubi @pedropascalgirly @mmmmandoz @multifandom-fangirl4
Flickering lights. Hollering paparazzi. Click, flash, shudder. Pedro smiles through it all then is redirected to a few interviewers.
The interviewer he is redirected to beams at the sight of him, adjusting his grip on his mic, "hi! How are you?"
Pedro smiles, "I'm good. How are you?"
"I'm great! I'm so excited to see what you have in store for us, as I'm sure everyone else is," he motions to the camera.
Pedro places a hand on his heart. He thanks him, "that means a lot. I'm excited for everyone to see as well."
"Are you nervous at all?"
Pedro blows a raspberry, "I feel like I'm about to pass out any second."
He laughs, "is that the same thing you felt when you were talking to Y/N Y/L/N?"
Pedro's eyes widen a fraction. He lets out a chuckle then stills for a second before playfully slapping the man's arm. He laughs so hard that he can't respond. His face grows a bit red.
The interviewer laughs with him.
Pedro regains his wits, "I won't lie to you, my brain disconnected when she fixed my tie."
"Oh yeah," he agrees, nonchalant, "she did that to me once-"
"SHE DID?!" Pedro gasps.
"-and my- Yeah, she did-"
"When?" Pedro furrows his brows and points a finger, "right now? Right now?! You're not even wearing a tie!"
"No! No! Last time!"
"Well," he purses his lips and raises his brows, "hate to break it to ya, but she fixed my tie, like, 5 seconds ago." He rolls his eyes.
The interviewer raises his hands, "you're right. You win."
"Yes, that's correct."
Y/N Y/L/N poses with Pedro Pascal and stuns in blue dress
pascaldailyupdates: Okay but y/n and pedro 👀👀👀👀
anakinskyrunnin: 🧍♀️ this wasn't on my bucket list
ynforgetsramen: WHY ARE THEY POSING LIKE THAT
→ oscarpascal replied: THE WAY HE LOOKIN HER HAS ME ILL
→ → ynishotok replied: ??? CONFIRMING A RELATIONSHIP SOON
grogumybeloved: BRO BRO BRO WHAT @.dilfpascal have you SEEN THIS
→ dilfpascal replied: ❌👄❌ wdm
ynweekly: SO YOURE TELLING ME MY PREDICTIONS WERE ALL WRONG?
→ oscarpascal replied: LITERALLY ME THIS IS SUCH A PLOT TWIST
hollywoodscoop: Y/N Y/L/N & Pedro Pascal spotted with friends in New Yourk.
→ smexywolf replied: THAT COULD LITERALLY BE AND MY GRAMMA THATS SO PIXELATED
→ starwitch replied: YO WAHT
→ javijavipedro replied: GUYS DW I WENT TO NEW YORK AND DIDNT SEE THIS 😌 it cant be real
→ ynftw replied: [VIOLENT SCREAMING] I THOUGHT SHE WAS DATING ANDREW GARFIELD MY SHIP WHAT ABOUT MY SHIP
→ → ynishotok replied: 😭😭😭 PLEASE SAME THOUGHTS
→ goetye replied: I HAVE EXAMS WHAT IS THIS
→ javimypapi replied: HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO COMPETE WITH FUCKING Y/N DAFAQ
→ → 1234choco replied: gg fr fr
Pedro Pascal & Y/N Y/L/N Confirm Relationship
Pascal has confirmed to Volume Magazine that he and actress Y/N Y/L/N have been in a "loving relationship" for a few months now.
pefropuppet: 🤪 loving 🤪 realtionship 🤪
→ javimypapi replied: 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 time to delete myself
It's Official! Pedro Pascal & Y/N Y/L/N are dating
And they're the cutest couple on this side of the planet.
wuit39pi: so glad i live on the otherside of the planet. that means this isn't real
c00lwhip: Y/N and I are still dating on the other side.
→ crayonpascal replied: me with pedro
ICYMI: Y/N Y/L/N dating Pedro Pascal
But I'm willing to bet you Pedro girlies did not miss a second of it.
djarinoppa: please this article is being so LOUD 😭
Radio 100 - Y/N Y/LN talks Pedro Pascal
"Let's talk about it," the young interviewer says, pursing her lips, pinching the air with her manicured nails.
I let out a breathy chuckle and nod, "let's."
"Pedro Pascal."
"Pedro Pascal," I repeat with a smile, continuing to nod.
"I want to know everything," she says, adjusting her headphones and her mic, "we at Radio 100, along with the rest of the world, want to know--" she turns to me, "--how did you bag the baddie?"
I break into laughter.
The host stresses, "the baddie."
"THE baddie," I repeat, "the baddie of our generation, Pedro Pascal," I chuckle and suck in a breath.
The interviewer chuckles with me and motions, "because goodness knows we're all going to be taking notes."
I sigh and think for a moment. I link my hands together and prop them on the table in front of me, "ya know, I was just real with him."
She nods, eager to know what else I had to say.
"I told him," I shrug, "I could bring him in hot or I could bring him in cold."
She breaks into a fit of laughs before I even finish the sentence. I laugh along with her, pleased with the reaction I garnered. She wheezes, "no but did you really?"
"Absolutely not," I snort, "that would have been great though, wouldn't? I'm pretty sure if I did do that, he would have cried."
We both cackle.
"Like," I chuckle, "don't know if it's a good cry or a bad cry but there would have been tears."
dukes_Ducks reposted itsYNduh's story [captioned] 😱😱😱😱
cheeseontoast reposted itsYNduh's story [captioned] THE PEDRO MEME???????????????????????????????????????????
anabreathing reposted itsYNduh's story [captioned] ARE WE GOING TO SEE THEM ON A MAGAZINE TOGETHER LORD HAVE MERCY
TESTmeTRY reposted itsYNduh's story [captioned] in front of my mother fucking salad 💀✋
pascalispunk reposted itsYNduh's story:
howlorgrowl reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] did this mf really just say strongly worded letter 😂😂 fuck outta here
itsYNduh reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] THANK YOU 😤😤
dindjarindaddy reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] ????? WHAT IS THIS
thelastofh0e reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] his boomer jumped out smh SCREAMING
pascaldailyupdates: Pedro and Y/N spotted together in a beach in Malibu.
→ MOONBABE replied: AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW *RUNS INTO A TRAINTRACK*
→ igotb00bs replied: 💔SO💔HAPPY💔FOR💔YOU💔
→ brrrrambo replied: shhhh you guys its too blurry to tell who it is
→ → dilfpascal replied: LMAOOO
→ → → ynishotok replied: we love denial 🤡
→ cornyluvaffir replied: OK BUT THE HANDS AND THE LEANING AND THE THING WITH THE
→ javimypapi replied: NO CUZ THE WAY MY DAD SAID HE SAW THE MANDO GUY ON THE BEACH AND I DIDNT BELIEVE HIM
→ → 404dead replied: ✋✋✋✋ aint no fucking way 💀
→ dingdongdont replied: *sips clorox cutely*
dadystate0mind: BABE WAKE UP NEW PEDRO Y/N PICS JUST DROPPED
→ dilfpascal replied: what if was my last straw
→ ynbaeluv replied: im so glad this is blurry so i can pretend i didnt see it
→ lmaotryagain replied: the pda is pdaing
→ honeyyn replied: no cuz he got her smiling like mad 😢
→ pedromiamor replied: 😭😭😭
→ ynthighsluv replied: alexa play that should be me
LOOK: Pedro Pascal and Y/N Y/L/N in New York
→ batmanis1 replied: LMAOOOOOO THEY REALLY SAID 4K ULTRA HD
→ → yuh1200 replied: FRRR IM SOBBING I CANT USE THE ITS TOO BLURRY EXCUSE ANYMORE
→ → → jennieluvu replied: JOKES ON YOU I DONT HAVE MY GLASSES ON
→ → → → isaacpascal replied: DW I BLURRED THE PIC FOR US [image attached]
→ propernadz replied: I'm mentally unwell because they look so good together and I cannot deny.
→ stuckyforlife replied: GOD I HAVE SEEN WHAT YOU DO FOR OTHERS
→ natasharomanovv replied: i just woke up
→ → nevergain replied: same 😭😭😭
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508cutie reposted bellaramsey's story [captioned] HELP BELLA REPOSTED THIS I CANT
donttalkbetty reposted itsYNduh's story [captioned] SCREASMIFNF
pascalispunk reposted itsYNduh's story:
dilfpascals reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] DEAD IN THE GRAVE NO ONE TOUCH ME
memeynok reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] APOLOGY WITH TEARS
anderson_1 reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] no but theyre so cute for this and i hate it
enterthesandman reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] HES SHYYYYYY
ilovepascl reposted pascalispunk's story [captioned] WHAT IF THIS WAS MY LAST STRAW
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igotitithink reposted itsYNduh's story [captioned] GOD I SEE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE FOR OTHERS
ILOVEyn reposted itsYNduh's story [captioned] WHEN IS IT MY TURN
#pedro pascal#pedro pascal fanfic#pedro pascal x reader#pedro pascal crackfic#pedro pascal social media au#pedro pascal fluff#pedro pascal x actress!reader#pedro pascal fanfiction#help me im so tired#HAHAAH MY PREV TAG ME WHY AM I ALWAYS SO TIRED WHEN I MADE THESE#pedro pascal x you#pedro pascal soc med au#pedro pascal socmed au#pedro fanfic#pedro crackfic
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the usual
synopsis: eddie munson frequents the sunrise diner every thursday after hellfire, just when his favorite waitress’s shift starts.
pairing: eddie munson x trailer park!reader
warnings: flirty eddie, swearing, fluffy eddie, sweet little dynamic
word count: 1444
a/n: i honestly don’t know what day hellfire club is so pls don’t cancel me LMAOO
8:03, eddie looks at his watch and shakes his head, slamming his car door behind him and racing into the diner. he sighs in relief when he sees his seat is still open, not that the diner is that full on a thursday.
he hoists himself onto the stool as soon as you come out of the kitchen.
“you again,” you mutter and he laughs.
“what? did you miss me?” he jokes leaning his face into his hand.
“it was so quiet before you walked in, i even finished some of my homework,” you quip back holding up you physics worksheet.
“good, now you have some entertainment,” he chuckles reaching over the counter to grab a glass. he holds it out to you and smiles, “i’ll take a coke, and the usual.”
“whatever munson,” you roll your eyes and walk away, but he doesn’t miss the small smile tugging at your lips.
“be quick! i’ve gotta tell you about my campaign!” he calls out as you scribble down his order and head to the kitchen.
you come back with a burger and fries in your left hand, coke in your right and you place it on the counter. he came in every thursday, you always made sure the kitchen had his food made by at least 8:10.
“wow, a pretty waitress and quick service. its almost like you were waiting for me,” he beams as you grab him some napkins and a straw.
“hush, its only because you’re the only one here.” you say and snatch a fry from his plate.
“hey! im paying for these,” he whines, pulling his plate back and starting to assemble his burger.
“yeah and i put the order in early, the least you could do is share.” you laugh, snatching another.
he can only watch you munch in his food as you walk down the counter to do god knows what. he watches in awe, not truly believing that he hangs out with the prettiest girl in hawkins each thursday.
the two of you talk for what seems like hours about his campaign, sharing his food and even sharing his drink. the diner so dead besides the two of you and the occasional truck driver who came in for a coffee. the sound of your laughter and conversation filled the air nicely though. you ask questions and even give him a few ideas for his next campaign and he can’t help but smile at the thought if you joining.
“what time do you get out of here?” he asks, checking his watch, 10:57 it read. he swore it had inly been thirty minutes.
“around eleven-thirty. we close at eleven but i’ve got to wipe down the tables and clean up.” you explain taking his dirty dishes and putting them in the sink behind you. “then i’ve gotta walk home.”
“i cant let you do that, let me take you,” he says, warm smile spread on his face. “i promise, i wont kidnap or murder you.” he laughs holding his pinky out for you.
“you sure? its a little far,” you say looking down at his hand.
“where is it?” he questions, pulling his pinky back a little.
“i uh..” you start turning around toward the sink, then facing him again, “foresthilltrailerpark” you mumble under your breath.
“didn’t catch that, sweetheart,” he says, leaning in over the counter again.
“i live at forest hills trailer park,” you sigh running a hand through your hair.
“don’t be embarrassed, i cant believe i never saw you around there, so do i.” he answers chuckling a little. you shake your head and laugh yourself.
“oh thank god, everyone else doesn’t even talk to me because i have a job, spoiled brats.” you complain.
“finally someone who understands,” he smiles and holds out his pinky again and you lock yours with his.
your eyes flash to the clock behind him and come around the counter to the front. “im technically not supposed to have you in here after hours, so get to cleaning big boy.” you say, motioning to the rag and spray behind the counter.
“already putting me to work, haven’t even asked me out on a date yet.” he laughs, hopping over to grab the cleaning supplies.
“hey! don’t do that!” you laugh turning to face him quickly, “this is a fine establishment!” you giggle, and open the seining door for him.
“sorry, it just looked like fun,” he says, smile on his face as he explains himself. “i’ll work extra hard, i promise.” he beams looking down at you. you two make quick work of the tables and chairs and eventually you two meet in the middle.
he watches you wipe the sweat off your forehead with your forearm and sighs. you look at the clock and a smile forms in your face. “11:17, maybe i should get them to hire a busboy,” you beam, taking the supplies from his hands and walking behind the counter.
“i’d love to, doll, but i work at the auto shop by the general store.” he says, elbows on the counter as he watches you put away the spray bottles under the sink.
you turn in your heels to face him and giggle, “eddie munson in coveralls and grease all over his hands..? i could get used to that.”
“what? do you like a man in uniform?” he smirks cocking his head to the side.
“and if i do?” you retort, pushing off the sink behind you and walking forward to meet his face across the counter.
“maybe i’ll come in on my lunch break one day,” he grins, hands digging into his pockets in search if his keys. “you ready to go?” he says, holding up his keychain.
“oh yeah! let me grab my bag and say bye to lou!” you say, running through the swinging doors to the kitchen and emerging two minutes later. he smiles at you, opening the glass door and hearing the familiar jingle of the bells as you two walk away to his van.
the ride home is full of laughter as you dig through his tapes and share your opinions. he learns that you grew up on metallica and dio, just like he did. he tells you about his uncle and how he practically lives alone too.
“so, you gonna invite me over sometime soon?” you question when he finally stops in front of your trailer.
“i was thinking of maybe saturday? if you dorm work of course.” he says, putting his van in park.
he quickly hops out of his seat and closes the door behind him. you go to open your door and he comes around the front of the van quickly. he holds the door closed with his hand and shaking his head at you, laughing through the glass window.
he opens the door for you, holding his hand out to help you out of the car and sighs, “let me walk you home?” he jokes, chuckle rolling off his tongue.
“yes please, its late and im scared.” you giggle squeezing his hand in yours. he walks you to your door, reluctantly, not wanting to let you go so soon.
“guess i’ll see you around pretty lady,” he smiles brushing the hair out of your face quickly. its a move he doesn’t even expect, but the blush that dusts your cheeks gives him the reassurance he needs.
“i hope so, rockstar,” you beam up at him, reaching up to press and kiss to his cheek. you turn to unlock your door and leave him in a daze leaning against the railing to your stairs.
once you close the door, he brings his hands to his hair and shakes his head. the biggest smile spreads across his face as he laughs to himself, in shock that that just happened.
“eddie?” the sweetest voice pulls him out of his daydream, it makes his stomach drop. you caught him thinking about you. “im free saturday, at twelve, after work. meet me there?” you ask in a quiet voice, opening the door a little more.
his eyes open as he looks at you under the harsh porch light. you still look gorgeous to him anyway.
“yes!” he says all too quickly before blinking quickly. “i mean, sure… i’ll be there,” he tries to save himself coolly.
“good! ill see you then,” you smile kindly and blush even darker.
“oh and y/n?” he starts before you close the door, grabbing your attention.
“yea eddie?” you answer sheepishly.
“i hope this,” he pauses pointing to the cheek you kissed, “is part of the new usual.”
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Alastor x reader but hades and Persephone style where reader spends 6 months in hell and 6 months on earth/heaven
As The Seasons Change.
Alastor X G!N Reader.
Warnings: Based On Hades X Persephone. Abusive Relationship, Forced Marriage, One-Sided Love, Slow Burn, Curses, Soul Collecting.
Part 1 -
You Were A Gentle Soul, Kind Hearted, Brave, Curious. You Were Walking Around The Street Of New Orleans When You Discovered A Run Down Radio Building. It Wasn't In Horrible Condition, But It Was Abandoned. So, You Decided To Take A Look Around. As You Were Looking You Found Lots Of Pictures And Awards Of A Man Named "Alastor" The Date, 1930's.
Intrigued By This Long Forgotten Radio Host, You Came Back Everyday To Learn More About Him. Going Through His Office And Reading Up On Him Through The Internet. You Were Fascinated.
One Day, You Stumbled Upon A Clock You'd Never Seen Before In His Office. It Was Brown And Shaped Like A Spear. It Had Green Vines Wrapped Around It. It Looked New? You Decided To Check It Out. You Read The Name On It "Alastor, The Radio Demon"
" Radio Demon..? That's New..? " You Took A Closer Look At The Radio, When Did It Get Here? Why Was It Here? You Had So Many Questions. After You Typical Day, Roaming Around The Abandoned Building You Decided To Take The Radio Home With You. You Placed It On Your Bedroom Dresser.
That Night, You Heard Strange Static Noises Come From The Radio. You Woke Up Only To Find The Radio Was Glowing. More Curious Than Fearful, You Got Out Of Bed And Walked To The Radio. When You Touched It You Found Yourself Falling. Falling. Falling. You Fell On Your Rear With A Thud, You Winced And Rubbed Your Bottom Before Your Eyes Shot Open And Looked Up.
You First Saw Shoes, Then Black Pants, Until You Were Looking Face To Face At A Strange Creature, No Man. Wait? Where Am I?! You Frantically Scurry Up And Stumble Slightly, Looking Around AT Your Surroundings, Your Appearance Itself Had Changed. You Start To Panic When The Man With A Microphone Shaped Cane Tapped You On The Shoulder.
"Calm Down, My Dear. I Will Explain Everything! Please, Do Take A Seat" The Man Points His Cane To The Nearby Chair. Out Of Natural Reaction, You Sit Down In The Chair And Fumble With Your Claws?
You Were Cut Off By The Man Again. He Simply Chuckled And Twirled His Cane. "Darling, Do Relax. Stress Doesn't Look Good On You. My Name Is Alastor, The Radio Demon. But You May Know Me As Alastor, The Radio Host."
"I Know You May Have A Lot Of Questions. So Let Me Start By Saying This. You, My Dear, Are In Hell. No, You Are Not Dead. But, You Do Belong To Me Now, In The Sense Of When You Touched That Radio, You Sold Your Soul Over To Me. " Alastor Grinned.
" What Do You Mean You Own My Soul? How Did You Know About Me? Were You The One Who Sent The Radio? " You Asked, Slightly Curious, Slightly Amused. You Had Calmed Down, Adjusted To Your New Form, It Felt Like It Was Just Memorized In The Back Of Your Head. You Looked Down At Your Hands And Saw An Engagement Ring! "Wait! What's This??"
Alastor Let Out A Amused Chuckle. " Oh Ho Ho! I See You've Noticed Your Binding Ring. You See, Ive Been Watching You Through My Items At The Radio Building, Like A Curse. And Boy, You've Caught My Eye. So, I Left Little Items For You To Discover, Such Entertainment. So, When You Touched The Radio And Sold Your Soul Over To Me, I Decided To Claim You As More Than A Mere Pet. You Will Be My Spouse And Forever Entertain Me! "
You Gave Him A Dumbfounded Expression That Soon Turned To Worry. " What About My Life!! You Said I Wasn't Dead! Cant I Go Back Up To Earth! I Have Family And Friends!" You Were Now Angry, Who Was This Man-Creature Thing To Tell You That You Were Bound To Him For Eternity.
" They'll Forget About You Soon Enough. Worry Not, You Pathetic Reader. Smile, You Know You're Never Fully Dressed Without One. But, I Suppose For Your Binding To Me, I Can Compromise... 6 Months Here In Hell, You Must Keep Me Entertained. Then I'll Allow You 6 Months Back On Earth, So You Can Bond With Your Little Family And Friends. " He Scoffed But Kept His Grin On His Face, Twirling His Cane As He Stuck Out His Hand. " Do We Have A Deal.? "
" Deal. "
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Pairing: Hongjoong × f!reader x Seonghwa
Genre: Mafia, Yandere(slight) , SMUT
W.C: 3.1k
Warnings: killing someone( not imp. he was disturbing me), blood, blindfold, vibrator, possessiveness, handcuffs, blind play(?), orgasm denial, overstimulation, oral(f rec.) [I dont think anything more needed]
Network: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity
Request from: @disneylover1998
[Reblogs and Reviews are always appreciated. Thank you for reading and have a nice day ahead. Please always take care of yourself everyone.]
I really don’t know what’s going in here.the person just texted me and helped my imaginations go wild and now am here with this fic💀
MINORS DONT INTERACT UNDER THE CUE! 🔞
*under the cue*
“Leave my hand.”
“Girl, let’s have fun. Why are you fighting against me? Just let it be easy and let’s go.”
You tried to pull your hand again but it’s all in vain when his iron grip on your wrist and also, he be pulling you towards the back exit. You are cursing yourself for the infinite time and as why you came to this club today. If you were at home then you might have been chilling and watching some drams on TV while waiting for your busy boys. But no. You have to be a rebellious and go against their rules and thought to sneak out of the house even when you know how much punishment you are going to get for such act. You love those punishments sometimes but never in a while you thought yourself being getting into such problem where you are currently into. If you were not drunk then atleast you would have tried to fight him, you mean a punch or a kick might be but your brain cant handle how to put the pieces together. Dumb you.
He has almost dragged you to the passage for the exit way and you are currently begging mentally for someone familiar to approach and rescue you from the situation, it really doesn’t matter if they inform to your boys afterwards, the main thing is to get away from this shithead who has got balls to touch you or even dared to drag you along with him. Tears flowing down your heavy mascara and eyeliner decorated eyes, it was supposed to highlight the eyes during the whole night not making a mess and make the tears more prominent in black.
“Haven’t you heard what she said, Leave her hand.”
Wait. Why this voice is familiar? I mean….Oh oh He is here. Don’t tell me if I turn around, I have to face a devil right now. You shut your eyes and take a heavy breath and then you noticed how the man holding your hand has stopped and annoyingly turns around. You are also turned around because of his harsh movements but you are not willing to open your eyes to face the reality. I mean you wanted to be saved but not by KIM HONGJOONG!
“Why does it matter to you mister? Go find another chick for the night. This one is for mine.”
And then that maniac laugh. The well damn laugh which he always shows to his enemies before he welcomes them to Hell of a ride and now this man is going to say Hello to the Living Devils.
“Chick?”
His gaze travels over your body and his jaw clenched on how revealing your dress is and you are wearing it when they are not around with you and moreover this dirty hag is holding your hand. HOLDING HIS GIRL’S HAND. You know this man is dead for sure but maybe you are equally dead.
“Yeah yeah. These girls are really fun to spend night with and who knows maybe keeping them to myself and then I can bring money through her and-“
You can hear the choking sound which makes your eyes flutter open when you can feel someone snatches you away from the grip but now you are under a familiar hold but honestly this hold is tighter and rough. The man is choking on his own blood as someone has slit his throat and then you can see who is holding you. Well, PARK SEONGHWA with fire in his eyes and a bloody sharp pocket knife in his other hand.
“He was talking too much.”
“Well done.”
Hm. Thanks. You wanted to say this but you just gulp on seeing the same raging eyes of hongjoong like the other. They both are furious and you are well aware of the fact that they don’t appreciate when someone else touch you other than them, they don’t appreciate their gang members also. Hongjoong called his men to clean the mess up and do everything possible to make the people shut up who has witnessed the scene. Now what about you!
“So, my dear Y/N. Can we know why are you here?”
“Hwa….I was…I just wanted to have fun.”
“Fun? Did you have that? Without us?”
No Hongjoong. Please stop asking me like this. With a god damn sinister smile resting on his face and eyes daring your trembling figure to speak more. You can confront seonghwa but not him, you don’t know why but he is always the one who can make anyone speak up the truth or make them agree with him even on a lie.
“n-no.”
“Of course you cant have fun without us, sweetheart.”
“I want to go home.”
“So do we.”
Well, a tensed atmosphere inside the whole car ride after Seonghwa literally dragged you outside from the club towards the car. His grip was harsh than that man and a thought came across your mind. Would have been better if that man took you with him? Maybe in the midway he would have become unconscious and you would have been freed. Atleast you wont have to be in the situation s you are currently in. You slapped yourself for this and they glanced at you for your weird behaviour. Not a single one spoke a word to you and you were thankful that you didn’t have to stutter anymore.
You are strong and you can fight for yourself but not when these two men are in their angry mode on. You literally fear them but also deep down like their clenched jaws, raging eyes and heavy breaths when pissed off. You smiled to yourself on this thought but quickly regained your composure. On reaching your house, you quickly got down the car and almost run towards the door. Entering the hall, you can see it empty because during the night, no maids and servants are allowed to the private portions of the mansion unless they are called. You took a turn towards the right for the stairs to quickly run towards the room and lock the door and wait for the next day to face them with a clear head.
“Where do you think you are going?”
My room. The only safe place that seems to protect me from both of you. I don’t want to die right now. Dumb you have to smile at them right now to which they raised their eyebrows.
“I need to take a quick shower as I spilled drink on myself previously.”
Saying this, you excused yourself from their intense gaze and as soon as you are behind the closed doors, you released a deep breath which you didn’t know was holding all these times. Slipping out of your mini body hugging dress, you went into the shower. You can feel the alcohol exhaustion leaving your body a bit and getting relaxed under the cold waters and your lavender shampoo scent. You spent inside the shower longer than usual because you can find yourself drifting into so many thoughts at the moment. Maybe you danced in the club a bit too hard that your body is so much exhausted. Cleaning yourself, you wrapped the towel around you before exiting the bathroom. Oh gosh! Why is it so dark? You are sure you left the lights on before going into the shower. Then maybe power supply cut off or a thief? But the windows are closed and the doors are closed? Thief coming from the door even that in a mafia’s mansion?
How ironic!
Your slow footsteps towards the door come to a halt when you feel arms wrapped around you from behind and you parted your mouth to shout when a palm pressed to your lips to make you shut. Your eyes went wide in horror.
“Do you want to call us baby?”
Damn. What are they doing in your room? Aren’t they supposed to be in their room and busy with their works and all and moreover aren’t they angry with you?
“J-joong?....What are you doing here?”
“Why? Were you planning to go somewhere again?” The voice from your front ask you.
“No no, I thought you were busy or something.”
“Do you want us to be busy so that you can think all the bullshits and then act on your own like always?”
“No.”
Atleast let me wear some clothes before scolding me. The view is becoming clear when seonghwa turns on the neon lights in the room. Now you can see both of them are in their tees and jeans atleast well covered unlike you who is fully exposed just covered with a towel.
You feel warm sloppy kisses all over your shoulders and neck and Hongjoong is smelling you in between and teasingly grazing his teeth over your soft skin. You moan against his hold and then when you noticed some familiar things kept on the bedside table. They are not thinking to do what you are guessing right?
Your view got blocked when seonghwa comes in front of you and holds your face in his hand, looking dangerously yet has a softness in them, just for you. Your toes curls under his touch and your knees feel weak under his gaze and also when the man behind you is kissing all over your exposed skin like a hungry creature. Seonghwa attach his lips to you, you can smell the alcohol as soon his lips pressed to you and your one hand holding Hongjoong’s hand holding the towel over your belly and the other one holding seonghwa’s hand caressing your cheeks. The kiss is more addictive and you are getting drunk more than a drink could make you feel it. Teeth biting down the lips to explore each other more, licking the teeth with tongue, exploring inside the mouth and your mind going in daze.
Retreating himself from you he went to the bed and roll over his tee exposing his abs which are always showcased for you. Hongjoong stops his abuse on your skin and pull you towards the foot of the bed. Your back of the knees hitting the bed and him standing in front of you, hands holding the secured knot of the towel. His other hand moved towards your chest and pushed you backwards. Your back hits the soft matress and then you can see your towel hanging in his raised hands. Alarmingly, your hands come closer to hide your exposed body but that was not to their liking as Seonghwa’s hands pulled your hands apart and you can feel metals clasped to your wrists and attached them to your head board. Handcuffs?
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing. Just you can see this towel was blocking my view and I don’t like when something becomes a restriction in the path of my desires.”
A warm hand caress your cheeks to get your attention and you can see the devilish smile painted on his face.
“You said you didn’t have fun so we should make it up right?”
“Uh oh that…no no…it’s okay…I did have fun…a little?”
“A little?”
You pressed your feet on the bed to pressure down to lift up your body but Hongjoong pressed your knees down and settle himself between your legs. He also removes his shirt and then rest his palms over your knees. You can feel the tingling sensation in your lower belly but you know you are getting nothing if you behave like a brat right now as they are already pissed off with your earlier deeds. You can feel another set of hands moving across your chest and flicking the already hard nipples in between making your breath heavy and moan out his name.
“Seonghwa….”
“Hm? Do you need something?”
“Yes…I need you…I need both of you.”
“I don’t think so.”
“why? No no. I really need you.”
Seonghwa look towards Hongjoong and they silently communicate in between them and their nod indicates that they agreed on something. On what? Your anticipating eyes following their movements. Seonghwa grabs a cloth and damn that’s a blindfold. Before you can protest to it, he put over your eyes and let you to rely on your other senses from now. A hot breath tingling near your ear and lips gazing hovering it and licking the earlobe.
“Lets begin the fun now.”
You can feel hands lingering over your exposed thigh and your legs are moved more apart to stretch you out, hands gripping your inner knees. You can feel something cold touching your thighs and gliding up to your heat. You squirm under the touch but you are hold still by the strong grip. The cold thing stopped teasingly on your clit and it got pressed down there. A jolt spread across your body when the vibrator starts abusing your clit.
“Hongjoong..Joong”
Nobody answered you.
“Joong….Hwa…seonghwa…Hongjoong…”
“You need to guess who is this baby?”
Who? Isnt Hongjoong between your legs? You can feel someone teasing your entrance with the fingers, parting your folds and spreading your arousal around it. Another hand massaging the breast and pinching the nipples. You can feel shuffling in between your legs and when you tried to close your legs, it got stopped and stretched out more. You are already squirming under their touches. Mouths taking in the tits and covering it with their saliva and sucking it and biting around it and hands teasing your entrance. You can feel someone peppering kisses all over your inside thighs and sucking them in between and other sucking your chest and throat and jaw and licking them with juicy kisses. When you feel someone just licks a long strip of your arousal, your back arcs and then you can feel the knot building in your stomach which can burst down any moment.
“Ahhh!”
“Who is it baby?”
How am I supposed to know? Both of their voices are coming from the same place and you know they are making you to guess them but how are you supposed to guess when your whole body is shaking for it about to release.
“Joong?”
“Are you asking us?”
“no..no…It’s Joong…”
A harsh slap hit your folds which getting you the climax sooner. They can feel your movements and are sure that you are about to cum. The burning sensation indicating that you have answered it wrong.
“Hwa..Its you…”
“Where is the fun here? When its not Joong then its obvious that it will be Hwa unless you are thinking about someone else fucking you.”
“No. No. I’m sorry. Please.”
“Please what?”
“I need to cum. Please please.”
When you were just near to climax, the feelings got ripped away from your whole body as the vibrator stopped and you were forced still against the body so that you cant move anymore.
“No no no why?”
“Why?”
“I was going to-“
“cum? But we don’t want you to cum until you are guessing it right.”
“How am I supposed to guess when you literally fuck me the same way and you both are…rough.”
“Rough?”
“Please.”
They remove your blindfold and you your eyes squint from the releasing of the tight blinding fold and you see Seonghwa smirking down at you from between your legs and Hongjoong standing beside your head with blindfold in his hand which he soon throws it on the floor.
You don’t know what they are doing but you are excited to know their next moves. The vibrator turns on again and you close your eyes in the sensation as your body is reacting fast to get to the climax. Hongjoong leans down to kiss you and damn his kiss is rough and like a beast he is devouring on you, hands abusing your swollen breasts. You feel a slap on your thigh and then you can see the dark expression on the other man because of the lack of attention. Your eyes following how he bends down, his iron grip still on your thighs, leaving behind the marks. His muscles flexing while devouring your heat. The two men eating you out, one above and one down there. If they continue like this, they might suck out your life at this point. You are squirming under their hold. The familiar knot building up again and this time you are desperate for your release, your head thrown backward, body arching, giving more access to Hongjoong to leave his markings. Seonghwa still abusing your clit with his tongue and one added finger hitting your G-spot and you know you will fall apart soon. Whwn you tried to close your eyes, Hongjoong gripped your jaw and harshly made you face him.
“Eyes on him baby.”
Your moans getting lost in Hongjoong’s mouth and you cant think of anything else other than the desperation to release. You are just about to hit the high when again everything stops.
Every lingering touch, abusing, sucking and the damn vibrator was turned off. Tears roll down your eyes and you cry out, whimpering and trying to close your legs in the exhaustion of getting ripped away of the heat.
“whyyyyy?”
“Are you really asking this?” Seonghwa asks you as if he doesn’t know how irritated you are right now. Well he is lowkey liking the fact somehow.
“Okay Seonghwa lets see if she can hold her cum until we say her to let go. If she goes along with us then we can think to let her come. Yeah?”
“I think that’s something fun.”
Seonghwa’s hands start rubbing your heat with the vibrator setting in a low level and you can feel yourself overstimulated and these slow movements are making you more frustrated. You are trying to focus on the movements in your heat and giving deaf ear to everything in your surroundings.
“Eyes on me or I am going to stop here.”
You somewhat managed to make an eye contact with him but its getting too much and tears falling down your cheeks.
“Too much Hwa…please…its too much…”
“Should I stop? I think you had too much fun.”
“NO!”
“Hwa. She is saying no, then what about now?”
“Did you have fun?” well this damn question.
“No no no no.”
“Hold it in or you are not going to cum.”
That’s how you know, its going to be a long night until they are satisfied with their punishment but that’s fine. You are again going to sneak out if these are going to be the punishment nights for you disobeying them.
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THE CHOICES WE MAKE - PART 2 (AZRIEL X READER)
Summary : Things escalate as you hastily try to find a solution.
Warnings : Swearing
PART- 1
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(Vallahan council chambers)
"I've given you one duty, Y/N. Just ONE." your king seethed at you as you stood in front of him with your head bowed. "How could you be so ...useless?" The words sent a sharp pain through you, but you ignored it. Later, you'd let it hurt you. "The border is nothing more but rot as far as the eye can see. What are you going to tell those who've lost their homes?"
You stood in silence, head hung in shame, taking the verbal blows. Pathetic. That's how you felt.
"Get out. I'll deal with you after I've dealt with this." You left obediently, not letting him see the tears lining your eyes. People had lost their lives because of your inability to do your job. Silence echoed in your mind as you tried to think of something...anything.
There was only one thing left to do.
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(The River House, Velaris)
"I don't care about the cost. I need the book, Rhys. PLEASE"." you almost begged. You could see the conflict in his eyes. He was hiding something, you were sure about it.
"Y/N..." taking in a deep breath, he blurted out "it's a trap. Koschei, he...wants the book. He's trying to lure us."
You let the words sink in, understanding dawning upon you. "We're just supposed to watch people die then?" He didn't respond, choosing to look away.
"W-we'll prepare for it. We'll set up a legion to stop---"
"He's too strong. A legion won't be able to stop him. I didn't want to say this Y/N...but the lives of a few over the lives of many is a tough decision I have to make."
A beat of silence passed, the words sinking in. Your vision turned red, the words spewing out of you like wildfire "A TOUGH DECISION YOU HAVE TO MAKE?! I have blood on my fucking hands, Rhysand! I stood and watched as my people were fucking slaughtered. DO THEY NOT DESERVE TO FUCKING LIVE?!?!"
He almost flinched as you raised you tone. You didn't feel guilt though. You felt pure undiluted anger coursing through your veins at the entire situation. "The most powerful high lord cant manage to save a couple of people ?! Fucking pathetic. You sit here in your nice little city watching over your people that aren't fucking aware of anything, those shit---"
"THAT IS ENOUGH." Rhysand roared, a pulse of his power rushing through the room. It washed over you, momentarily stunning you into silence. "Don't you dare bring my people into this. They don't deserve your anger."
The door to Rhysand's office burst open revealing Azriel, Nesta and Cassian.
"What's going on?" Azriel asked, eyes flitting between you and Rhys.
"Your darling brother just told me to stand by and watch my people die." you sneered.
"Y/N, we'll figure out another---" Rhys started.
You raised a hand to silence him. "I know where your loyalties lie Rhysand. If it were the people of Velaris, you wouldn't have thought twice."
"You're right." Nesta spoke up, eyes brimming with a challenge. "Then why are you still here?"
"Ness!" Cassian admonished her, which she ignored.
"Watch your fucking mouth." you said flatly to her turning your gaze back to Rhysand. "You told me you'd always be there no matter what. I see there was a limit to it."
"Y/N, please." Azriel followed you out the door, pushing past Cassian. "Just calm down and listen.."
You whipped towards him , anger flaring again "Calm down?! Do you know what I've been through the past few days Azriel? Everyday I wake up to a list of dead fae. They died because I didn't do anything. They died because I had a solution and I couldn't carry it out because your shithead of a high lord and your fucking sister in law would not let me. So no, Azriel, I will not calm down."
"Hey...hey.." he stepped closer to you cupping your face in his hands. His warmth and scent did nothing to calm you but you let him speak. "I'm sorry. I will never stop asking for your forgiveness for this moment but I need you to keep a clear head. I promise I'll help you out. We'll find another way okay? If not, I'll speak to Rhys again. He'll understand."
"Just...leave me alone. I don't need false promises." you walked away from him not paying attention to the hurt splashed across his face.
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(Your private chambers, Vallahan)
"It's a bargain." The sting of the bargain across your skin filled with you hope once again. You'd found a solution.
"I hope you won't go back on your word Lady Y/N." the male seated across you spoke, a tinge of suspicion in his voice.
"I couldn't even if I wanted to." you wiped the blood on your palm with a wet cloth and traced a finger along the cut across you palm.
"Very well." he stood up "you have a week to fulfill your side of the bargain."
"You have a day." you say flatly, not wanting to extend the conversation any further.
A dark chuckle echoed through the chambers, the fire casting eerie shadow across the walls. "It shall be done."
Footsteps walked away from you, each one in sync with your thudding heart. It had to be done. You had no choice. You told yourself repeatedly.
"Oh and Y/N...." you turned to face him at the sudden change in his tone. "when you're done breaking the shadowsingers heart, come find me. Your fire is best suited for the Autumn court."
You almost scoffed at his offer but instead chose to stay neutral.
"Goodnight, Eris."
He gave you a mocking bow and left the chambers, his red hair glinting in the firelight.
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hi i was going through your eris x bratty reader fics, im literally obsessed with them, and i was wondering if i could request eris saying no to the reader after she asks him to buy her smthn and the reader just starts bawling her eyes out be he's never said no to her🧎♀️🧎♀️🧎♀️🧎♀️🧎♀️ this would literally be so funny, reader would literally be so confused, like what’s no??? what do you MEAN no?????
Did You Just Say No?
Eris x reader
A/n: I love brat tamer Eris 😚
Warnings: bratty reader
Taking you shopping was supposed to be a reward. For you because you managed not to behead any of his advisors this week. And for him to see that stunning smile of yours. Eris loves making you happy, but today he felt like conducting a little experiment.
Eris didn’t punish you earlier this week for acting bratty. He just reprimanded you a little and promised you anything you wanted if you were good until Friday.
You were in the last shop before you and Eris were to go back to the Forest House. A small yet very expensive boutique in the city. You had already picked out an exquisite dress, a pair of shoes to match, and a few other things.
Eris had no idea what you could possibly have left to buy but he waited patiently. You skipped up to your mate holding a beautiful autumn brown tunic with small leaves embroidered on it.
The garment was draped over your arms as you came to a stop in front of Eris, giving him your sweetest smile. “Can I please get this one Eris?”
Eris seemed like he was contemplating his answer. Which was odd. He always said yes. Eris looked you dead in the eyes, face straight and said the worst word ever to you, “No.”
You were so taken aback you physically stepped away from him. Your face contorted in sadness and anger. Your mind was running a million miles a minute, trying to comprehend what Eris had just done.
“What?” Your voice breaks and your eyes narrow at him. “What is no? What do you mean?” Internally you’re panicking. Is this how he’s ending your relationship? Does he not want this dynamic anymore? You weren’t sure you could change, Eris has treated you like a princess since day one.
“No, you cannot have it.” On the inside Eris was praying to the Cauldron you didn’t make a scene right now. Maybe a public place was not the best idea for this experiment.
“Well, why not? You said I can have whatever I want?” Your voice was slowly rising with each word. “Is that not an option anymore?” “No, you just cant have this particular thing. You’ve had enough today.”
Ass soon as the words left his mouth Eris realized it was the absolute wrong thing to say. Your eyes went wide and you couldn’t help the sob that came out of your mouth. Tears started falling fast.
“Do you not want me any more? Just tell me you don’t love me anymore Eris! That’s better than no!” You tossed the tunic onto the chaise lounge in the middle of the boutique, crossing your arms and turning from Eris.
The other patrons kept shopping but occasionally snuck looks at the two of you. Eris was shocked by your words. Of course he loved you, how could he not? You are perfect to him.
Eris lightly grabbed your shoulder, spinning you to face him. “My love,” he says softly, “I will always want you. How could you even think that?” You sniffled, “Because you said no. You never say no.”
“Love, I didn’t know you’d react like this. I’m sorry. Of course you ca get whatever you want.” You stopped crying and leaned away from Eris, a bright smile on your lips. “Yay! Thank you!”
You pecked his cheek and collected the the tunic from lounge, speeding to the cashier to put it with the rest of your shopping.
Eris shook his head. He was happy you bounced back quickly but her was sure you’d give him an attitude about this later.
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WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR — ༉‧₊˚.
ft. roomie!mattsun !
꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : working at a funeral home can take its toll. aka mattsun comes home after a bad day at work.
꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : hurt/comfort, pining, cigarette smoking, mentions of death, mattsun has the beginnings of an existential crisis : WC — 1.7k
꒰ NOTES ꒱ : i wanted to take a closer look at mattsun & readers relationship. it was going to be more suggestive but i wanted to show a diff side of their relationship :3 enjoy !!
reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)♡*.ﾟ
it was one of those days that felt too quiet. living with mattsun and makki ensured living a life that was always full of laughter, full of life. but there were certain days where it felt like the earth stood still.
days when mattsun would come home from work, the light shifted from his eyes as he was off in a far off space that neither you nor makki could pull him from. one where he would slip through the halls, directly to the balcony, and with a shaky hand — he’d light his cigarette.
he loved his job, he always told you guys that. but you also knew that some days took a toll. one where he had to remove himself from reality a bit just to cope with whatever horror he had to deal with. because when you’re dealing with the dead, it’s hard not to let it seep into your soul.
“think he’ll be okay?” you ask makki. the two of you seated on the couch with some show playing in the background. but your conjoined attention was on him, even though you tried your best not to make it obvious.
“he always pulls through.” he nods. but you can tell in his eyes he’s just as worried. usually makki could crack a joke or two and bring a smile back out on his face, but when he tried today, he was met with a blank stare. “maybe you’ll have better luck breaking through to him.”
“huh? why?” you ask, pivoting your body towards him. “you already tried and it didn’t work. what makes you think i’d have better luck?”
“well, for starters, you are fucking him.” he said nonchalantly. the heat rose to your face as you reached for the nearest pillow, throwing it at his face. he easily dodged it as it flew past, hitting the blinds and ultimately, the glass door to the balcony mattsun was still standing on.
you gulp as mattsun turns to look at the commotion inside, his attention now fully on you instead of wherever distant place it was before. you offer him a small smile before he turns back around, taking another drag of his cigarette.
“i cant believe you said that.” you hissed out at makki who could only laugh.
“oh, was it supposed to be a secret? you guys are not very subtle then.” he giggled before he peeked outside again. “but now you’ve done it, so why don’t you go out there?”
“you really think he’ll want to talk to me?” your voice was small, insecurity closing around your throat. makki offered you a genuine look, one that told you more than words ever could.
“yeah. i really do.”
with that, you make your way outside while makki retreats into his bedroom. you open the door and you’re met with a gust of wind that has you stumbling outside.
“watch your step.” mattsun muttered before sticking the cigarette back in his mouth. it was clear he was frustrated, the wind constantly blowing out his cigarette certainly didn’t help either.
he goes to light it again, the lighter stubbornly refusing to work. he let out a loud groan, throwing the cigarette beside him on the ground before pocketing the lighter. you almost wince.
“issei-“ you coo, getting closer.
“what?” his voice wasn’t harsh but it wasn’t his usual laid back tone either. everything in you wanted to rush back inside and hide out in your room.
“you wanna talk about it?” you ask softly, standing next to him as you both look out at the city. he glances at you quickly before looking back out there.
“not really.”
“okay.” you nod, still not moving. after a few moments of silence, you feel mattsun shift, his forehead crashing down against your shoulder as he leans against you for support. you almost jump at the sudden contact.
“it was just a bad day.” he sighed, his breath tickling your skin. “a long week, really. it felt more busier than usual. so many families to talk to, so many things to do to prepare the bodies, i’m just exhausted.”
and you could hear it in his voice. his earlier clipped tongue melted into something softer and syrupy sweet. one that tugged at your heart.
“i’m sorry ‘sei, that sounds like a lot.” you keep your voice light as you pivot your body around to hold onto him better. you could tell he’s been holding this in for far too long.
“that’s not all.” his chin rested on your shoulder now and you knew he was looking far off again. “something else happened today when they brought a new body in that pushed me over the edge.”
“what was it?” for a moment, he didn’t answer, trying to summon up the words he desperately wanted to say. you could tell he was twisting them around in his mouth before he spewed it all out in one breath.
“they couldn’t identify the body for awhile. they kept saying it was a jane doe coming in. and then she came in, all covered up and her hair—“ he swallowed thickly. “looked just like yours.”
“oh.” was all you could say before he kept going.
“i thought-“ his arms tightly wound around you. “i don’t really know what i thought. i knew it wasn’t you, but there was just a voice that kept saying, what if? and i freaked out. i could barely do it.”
“hey, it’s okay.” you rub his back soothingly, letting him fall apart a little bit. you squeeze him back so tightly to try and mend him back together. and part of you almost believes it works. “i’m okay, you’re okay.”
“days like these i hate my job because it just puts too much in perspective. i try not to have a negative outlook on life but it’s hard when all i see everyday is how it ends.” he sighs as your fingers find his hair, smoothing through the small, tangled waves that have taken refugee.
“what’s that one quote? it’s not the destination, it’s the journey?” your voice as a light lilt to it that has him letting out an amused scoff. “i’m sorry you had a rough week, issei. your job is a heavy one and i know it’s hard to remain optimistic. but it’s a hell of a reminder that you’re alive right now and you can make the best of it. we’ll make every day count, even if it’s something as simple as eating our favorite foods. okay? you’re not alone.”
he lets out a soft hum in response and everything’s quiet for a moment. even the wind simmers down into a softer breeze while issei finds sanctuary in your arms. it’s a rare sight seeing him like this — one that never failed to tear at your heartstrings, clipping them one by one until it relents and falls right into his hands.
“thank you.” he sighs out, straightening up and loosening his hold on you. it’s sickening how much you already miss the closeness, and it only grows worse as he steps back and out of reach. “i needed that.”
“anytime.” you bite back the ‘that’s what friends are for’ line you’d normally use because you’re pretty sure you’ve crossed that line. plus that could potentially start a whole new conversation that you weren’t ready to open just yet.
issei takes out a fresh cigarette and successfully lights it this time, a look of brief satisfaction taking over his features. you almost want to remind him that there’s a better use for his oral fixation but decide against it as you watch him inhale.
there was still something swirling around in the air, mixing itself within the smoke before drifting away from your grasp. no matter how hard you fought to hold onto it, it wasn’t yours to take. the question sits on your tongue, marinating with your thoughts as it takes you further and further away from him.
“so, what’s up with you?” issei’s voice breaks the silence, shattering the glass wall you were desperately trying to build a second ago.
“what do you mean?” you tilt you head, hoping to feign innocence long enough for him to drop the loaded question and move on.
“it’s just—“ he looks at you, studying you for a moment with his slightly narrowing eyes as if he was trying to peer into your very soul, piercing through your skin so he can see what truly lies under it. “you seem unsure lately.”
“what would i have to be unsure about?” you breath out so quickly all the words melt together.
“you tell me.” those three words sent your mind reeling. leave it to him to stir up all your thoughts, all the ones you tried hiding between the lines.
“its nothing.” you sigh. “i was just worried about you this week, that’s all.”
“that’s all?”
“yep.” you brace yourself to look back at him and almost wish you didn’t. a chill that had nothing to do with the wind ran down your back, almost nudging you closer to him. but you steel yourself, holding his gaze. “that’s all.”
“okay then.” he sighs, turning around so he’s facing the glass door to your apartment. “let’s just order take out and hang out then.”
the invitation was so simple. something that felt practiced, routine. every cell in your body was ready to agree to it without a second thought but something stopped you. how deep were you willing to go for him without a promise of more? and why did it seem like the length was endless, you’d free fall even if he wasn’t there to catch you. and the thought scared you to your core.
something had to be done though, you couldn’t keep trying to tread this riptide. maybe if you took some space from him, tried going on a date with someone else…
you shake the thought from your head. regardless of what should be done, it wasn’t the time right now. mattsun was standing in between the glass door waiting for you with a foot on either side. the small smile growing on his face filled you with so much warmth, dousing another level of confusion to your swamped mind.
“yeah.” you nod, making your way to the door. “better tell makki though, i have a hunch he’s been feeling left out lately.”
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OMG YOUR WORKS ARE SO AWOOGA I CANT STOP 😭 can I request karma x reader too with a s/o that cries with a straight face and cries whenever they're seething in anger, if I tried to say smth while I'm sad then the straight face just dissolves into a mess 🤠 maybe a part where Karma makes them cry im both ways and another part someone in class makes them cry, ty if you can (> <)!!
Karma x Reader who cries out of Anger. Sorry for being late (again!!), Ily your typing is so fun😭 thank you for requesting!ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM SPOILERS ꒱
Karma is too straightforward, he makes insensitive jokes, he isn’t the most emotionally mature person and he can be pushier than most. So when you’re sitting beside him, holding back tears, he doesn’t know which one of his traits drove you to this point.
The worst part is you refuse to answer when he asks, instead opting for looking the other direction or giving him a scowled expression. He racked his brain, you guys went to school, were perfectly fine, came back and now you’re angry.
“[Name] why have you been mad at me all day? And don’t say you’re not, you keep a straight face whenever you are.”
He pries and pries until you finally blow up on him.
“So you can just throw yourself off a mountain for an assassination attempt without a second thought and expect me not to care?”
“I’m fine aren’t I? That was the best idea I could come up with, I don’t know how I could top it.” He says like he’s disappointed in the fact it failed.
“You don’t see the problem? Seriously?”
“If somebody doesn’t kill him, everyone is going to die- you’re gonna die, did you expect me to not try my ideas??”
“I didn’t expect you to try to off yourself in the process.”
“It’s not about my life it’s about yours, I’m not letting you die.”
“How am I supposed to live if you’re dead?!” Your voice only gets louder.
“How am I supposed to live if you die because I was too scared to try something?!” Karma replies matching your tone.
“Tell me you won’t try anything like that again.”
He looks at the floor not wanting to face you.
You press further “If you die over this, I’ll die with you.”
The tears stream down your face, you do your best to keep your blank expression.
He can’t be the reason you get hurt, he knows you know that much. “It won’t come to that, we’ll assassinate him together.”
୨୧
If the reason for your tears is someone else the way Karma reacts is a unique depending on the person.
If Teraska makes you cry Karma going to instigate until Terasaka gets pissed off enough to fight him.
“Making [Name] cry? No wonder you’ve gotten rejected by every girl you’ve shown interest in.”
“Ya don’t know anything- stop shoving your head in other peoples business.”
“[Names] business is mine too, if you don’t like that you can fight me over it.”
“Tch..” Terasaka looks away in annoyance
“What? You scared?” Karma isn’t giving up until Terasaka throws a punch and looses.
If Maehara and Okajima are the culprits, Karmas exposing their embarrassing secrets to the class.
“I know you two aren’t the brightest… but I’d think you’d know not to bother [Name].”
Unlike Terasaka they’re not willing to take their chances against Karma, they know it’s too late making you cry is a death wish.
“Hear us out- we weren’t trying to offend anyone we just-”
Karma doesn’t let them finish their sentence before he says “You know what I think is so funny, I found this crazy video of you guys.”
“Wait huh?”
“It’s not loading right now, I’ll post it on my story later so you two know what I’m talking about!”
“Please don’t! What even is it?!”
It’s a video of the time they tried a contemporary dance class to impress some girls and ended up tripping on each other and fighting, they kept slipping with every punch, needless to say they’re prohibited from going back.
If Korosenseis work load is what’s making you upset he’s going to guilt trip him until he agrees to excuse your assignments, “You call yourself a teacher? Poor [Name] is stressed out and you don’t care.”
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to pressure anyone that’s the opposite of what I want to do!! [Name] I’ll give you an extension.”
“Just an extension after what you did? [Name] is humiliated after crying infront of everyone and that’s the solution?”
“It wasn’t that bad…” You felt better and you tried talking yourself out of it but he kept going.
“I say you excuse the assignment and let [name] rest. You’re so cruel… making your student hate school.” He knows exactly where to hit, Korosensei is sensitive enough to make that easy, he would never forgive himself if he burnt out his students.
“Okay [Name] you’re excused for the project. Please, forgive me!” Korosensei is the one crying now, but at least you don’t have to worry about the assignment anymore. The rest of the class starts complaining about it too in hopes to get it excused themselves.
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Spotify Wrapped Prompts !
Sorry it took me a week!! 😅 But here they are, for those of you who requested in the comments section ^^ (Those of you who requested in the ask box, I will answer you individually cuz its just easier ^^ )
Some are much longer then others. Some are just sentences. Its just whatever came to mind regarding to song! And no, I'm not giving you the song XD Just a line or two. If you wanna do sleuthing that's your prerogative but its mostly country and I know that's not everyone's cuppa tea 😅😅😅 Without further ado- here we go!
Included down below; Professor Ratigan (3), Judge Claude Frollo (6+7), Bill Sykes (13), Percival C McLeach (14), Wheezy Weasel (39), Hades (66) and Jafar (77).
3. Professor Ratigan Prompt
🎶'If you go down, I'm goin' down too'🎶
"You are my husband. If you go down, I go down with you. There are no if's and's or but's about it."
"My dear... That's not going to happen."
"I know- I know." Do you? You should, because he's so smart and you trust him, but still there's a nagging itch in the back of your mind telling you that one of these days one of these things is gonna fail. Taking a deep breath, you squeeze his hands in yours. "I just... want you to know."
With one of those dark and sinister smirks on his face, Ratigan gives you a kiss on the forehead; speaking lowly only to you. "Then we'll go down together, hmm? Two burial plots side-by-side~ "
6. Judge Claude Frollo Prompt (Fem Reader)
🎶'Jezebel, you're bound for Hell.'🎶
You're a woman who murdered her father's lover (You couldn't bear for your mothers heart to be broken) and find yourself under the judgment of one Judge Claude Frollo.
Will he send you to the gallows for your crime? Maybe not, if you keep flirting with him from across the courtroom.
Bat your eyelashes, Smirk those pretty lips, Make sure he gets a good look at your legs when you shift in your chair, do all these things in order to survive. Maybe you're only doing it to survive, maybe you actually like it. The way he looks at you.
7. Judge Claude Frollo Prompt
🎶 'Don't lie, I know you think about it in the back of your mind' 🎶
You're just a secretary in the office and the judge has made it quite clear what he wants from you. You refused him steadfast, of course, because you have dignity. And you're saving yourself.
But you cant stop thinking about it. What it might be like to say yes.
You know perfectly well that you shouldn't but with every day that goes by, your resolve grows thinner and thinner.
13. Bill Sykes Prompt
🎶'Thirty-one, waiting tables. She has They have a voice of an angel. Out of money and power. She only sings in the shower'🎶
You were working a dead-end job, living a dead-end unloved life until Bill Sykes walked into the diner you wait at. He walked in at the stroke of 4 in the afternoon, when you were supposed to leave- so, you weren't happy about it that day but had to go help him.
It was a curse at the time but now he has you singing at beautiful clubs and you have a penthouse and you don't have to wait anymore. People love you.
And yes he scares you sometimes- but the terrible man can be undone by your voice.
14. Percival C McLeach Prompt
🎶'I like em unavailable; guess that's just me.'🎶
You have a long history of going for the Wrong Guy. They're wrong because they're always taken already, a fact you only discover after the fact.
Now here's this guy- a rugged Australian guy from the middle of the outback. He's older and kindof uneducated and kind of brash but he always takes his hat off when he talks to you and opens doors for you, and... you're developing feelings for him.
He's completely not your type- you don't think he's ever dated before, and he definitely wouldn't have the sense of subtlety to pull off cheating. He wants you to be his one and only.
He thinks you're amazing. He thinks you're smart, funny, interesting, and beautiful. You feel kind of... greedy... finally having someone who just wants you.
But you're gonna make the jump. Whatever happens, happens. But at least this one truly wants you.
39. Wheezy Weasel Prompt
🎶'It's genius
It's gonna be awfully rough on those children'🎶
This one's a little different! You got a Newsies Song, The Bottom Line (My favourite) so I- obviously- had to do something sticking with that theme XD
NewsiesAU!
Imagine you're in the position of Joseph Pulitzer's secretary (Hannah's character). You only got this job to be a help to the Toon Patrol (Wheezy, especially ^^). In this position you could easily sway the writing in the papers in the patrols favour, striking out any bad press. Yes, they would still get a bad reputation via word of mouth but it would be unofficial. Good notoriety in the papers would at least offer them some mystique.
This is hard enough on you. You hate deceiving people. You hate what the Toon Patrol do! But you love Wheezy, and you have to help him.
When Joseph bumps up the price of the papers, making life so so much more difficult for the newsies- the poor children, - to do their jobs and earn enough money to even feed themselves- you go home overwhelmed and in tears.
Wheezy's there to gather you in his arms and glare at Smartass when he sighs at you (How silly you are (Its just business)). He never wanted you to do this job! He never wanted you to be apart of this crap.
And now here you are sobbing because you're so stressed out and so sad- and- he's gotta get you out of this. He will get you out of this.
66. Hades Prompt
🎶'Dressed to kill'🎶
Imagine being a indebted servant to Hades along with Meg except you don't do a whole lot of the... communications work, that Meg does. So you don't have to look as nice all the time. You're often in the underworld with Hades helping him strategize and doing paperwork-type stuffs. You're closer with Hades then Meg is but it has never been a flirty thing, with you two. Just friendly. He's grown to actually like you- he's happy when you're around- you can calm him down when he's starting to lose his temper.
And honestly you like him, too. Despite the indenture. Somehow.
One day by some miracle Hades is in such a good mood, he lets you and Meg go for the day. You can do whatever you like but be back by sunset or he'll be pissed.
So you take the opportunity to wear something prettier then usual! Why not??
... When Hades sees you both leaving, that's when the penny finally drops.
He loves you.
How the hell did this happen!??-
77. Jafar Prompt (Fem Reader)
🎶'He don't know it 'cause I sure don't show it. When I kiss him goodbye and I wish him good luck'🎶
You try so hard to hide it; pretend like you're the perfect wife and you have no secrets. When you kiss your husband goodbye before you separate for the day, him going to the kitchens to work and you to laundry rooms, you look like the perfect young couple.
No one expects a thing.
Except you're truly being courted by a tall, dark, devastatingly handsome man you cant tell a soul about. And your husband, likewise, has a gentleman of his own to hide.
At night Jafar will meet you in the gardens where no one but the princess and the Sultan are allowed to roam, except they're asleep when you slip by. You're all his then and, truly, you're all his all the other hours in a day.
And he's all yours ^^
-But you cant tell a soul.
These are all Free to Use if you want ^^ Please tag me if you do use them! I so so wanna read them! ^^
Thank you so much for participating! ^^
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