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ivysangel · 20 days

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WHERE ARE YOU TONIGHT? (JASON TODD)

NOTES/CW - mild angst but it's short lived, porn with plot, mutual masturbation, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, shower sex, happy ending, the endings a little rushed, i think that's all?

It was the early hours of the morning, and you had been "sleeping" restlessly all night. The worry of something happening to Jason loomed in the darkness every time you closed your eyes. Tiredness weighed you down, but it was no match for the sickening feeling in your gut that came around every time he was a little late coming home. It didn't matter how long it had been since you started dating him; you found that nothing eased the nerves or the ache when you started to overthink about what he could possibly be doing at that moment instead of being beside you.

Hot water runs down your chest, and you crane your neck away from the heavy streams coming from your showerhead. Steam curls up and out of the shower, dampening the ceiling with tiny droplets of water. And the heat doesn't do much for your mind but it does ease the physical ache that comes with sleep deprivation. That's not what you needed right now though; what you needed were the thoughts of Jason dying alone, again, out of your head.

Your hand reaches for the knob and turns it the absolute farthest it would go, and you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to block out your surroundings and the familiarity of this space you'd shared with him so many times.

Jason, Jason, Jason. Where was he?

The jarring sound of metal sliding across metal invades your ears and is quickly followed by the presence of someone else entering the cramped space. "Did you hear me? I was calling your name."

There he was.

The feeling of his arms around your waist brings you back to reality. His voice could have just been your head messing with you, but this, him wrapped around you, this was real. "How was patrol?" You say carefully, trying to keep your words, even for fear that he'll hear the distress in your voice. "You're home later than usual." He noses at your neck, and he hums into the skin, water pelting his head and soaking his hair. You bring your hand up to his wet locks, rubbing gently, deciding not to ask again, knowing he wouldn't answer anyway.

His fingers knead at the flesh on your hips as you both just stand there in the scalding hot water. "I missed you." You say, feeling him exhale deeply into your neck and slide his hands further up your body. Large, warm hands find your breasts, squeezing lightly. He breathes in your scent, a comfort to him after a long night of taking out criminals, something to ground him the same way he grounds you. He pinches at your nipple, rolling it around and tugging lightly, and your breath hitches at the stimulation of the lewd action.

"Did you miss me?" You sounded desperate, pathetic even, like you were begging for your life when you really were just craving his affection. He laughs wryly, head lifting from out of the crevice of your neck, and his lips find the space behind your ear.

He presses a kiss to the skin and brings his head down again to nip at your earlobe. "You always ask me that," he says lowly, the bass in his voice reverberating against your eardrum. "I just wanna know."

One of his hands slowly drags down your chest, over the hill of your chest, and you moan at the warmth spreading through your body. "You're too..." he moves further down your torso, "in your head sometimes." Lower and lower, "but it's okay," until it settles between the wet heat between your legs, "I can fix it."

He rubs gently, pointer finger ghosting over your clit, while he presses his boner into you. You hadn't even realized how turned on you were until this very moment, until you were suddenly all too aware of how close he was to you, drenched in water and naked. His thumb presses the sensitive nub between your legs, the added pressure making your back arch into him, feeling his dick dig into the soft flesh of your ass.

"You know I love you, right?" He asks, rubbing small quick circles into your clit, earning a gasp from you. "You do, right?" You swallow hard, nodding your head while one of your hands finds its way to your lonely breast while the other slips behind you to Jason's crotch. "Mmm, that's right, I know you do."

You feel around for his cock, the task made more difficult by the fuzziness clouding your brain from the thick finger that was slowly making its way into your cunt. The size of your hand was nothing compared to the size of his dick; his erection was heavy in your hand, radiating heat and weighing it down, but god, did you need it in you.

You stroke from the base to the tip, using his pre-cum as lube, and he groans into the side of your neck. His thumb leaves your clit as his middle finger joins in on stretching you out. Two thick fingers sit deep in your cunt, curling into your sweet spot, the sensation sending chills down your spine. The pitter-pattering conceals the squelching sounds of Jason fucking his fingers into you and the pornographic moans escaping your lips.

Long, slow strokes of his dick become short and shallow as you jerk him off while his fingers continuously move in and out of you. You attempt to focus on the task at hand, getting him off, but your breath quickens, and you go weak in the knees as your climax approaches. The tingling of your nerves puts you on edge, and you have to refrain from squeezing his dick too hard as you get lost in pleasure.

The water's almost run cold by now, and every single drop should feel like a piece of hail on your skin, but it doesn't. The nearly ice-cold droplets don't compare to the temperature of your body when he's got you riled up like this. Your climax was quickly approaching, and you knew Jason's was, too, by the way his groans and grunts were becoming more frequent. He had started rocking his hips back and forth into your hand, and you were sure your fingers would be painted in cum sometime soon. "I'm sorry, baby," He mutters, "Sorry for what I'm about to do." it comes out breathlessly, and if you were facing him, he'd see the confused expression etching itself on your face. "But it'll be worth it. Promise."

His words are followed by an unwelcome emptiness, one that leaves you clenching around nothing, aching to be filled once more. He withdraws his fingers from your cunt with a pop that you can't hear but definitely can feel, and his hand grabs your wrist, stopping you from jerking him any longer. You turn to face him, ready to object, and plead, and beg on your knees if you had to, but you never get the chance.

His hands cup your cheeks, and he kisses you deeply, your mouths falling into a familiar synchronization. "Feel like I can't fuck you without kissing you first." You finally get a good look at him for the first time since he'd gotten home, hair wet and eyes green as ever, strong features looking especially intimidating in the dim lighting of your bathroom, and muscles earned from years of training littered with bruises he'd ice when you weren't around.

While you find yourself admiring his features, he takes your shoulders in his hands and gently pushes you up against the shower wall. Gripping your thigh, he lifts your leg up and aligns himself with your entrance. He pushes inside of you with a deep groan and stills himself for a few seconds so you can adjust to the stretch. It's a dull pain, an intense throb deep in your womb that leaves your legs weak and you more wet than anything.

He keeps your leg up and places his palm flat on the shower wall, bracing himself before drawing out of you completely and plunging back inside. His hips rock rhythmically, each pump of his cock leaving you holding onto him for dear life. His hand curls into a fist against the wall, and you know he's close, already having been wound up from fucking your hand earlier. He towers over you, wet hair hanging in his face, muscles tensed, as he loses himself in the feeling of you wrapped around him.

You bring your arm up around his neck, pulling him as close as you can without causing you guys to slip. His breath is hot on your face, combatting the chilliness of the water, and you're hard-pressed not to kiss him, but you couldn't, not when you were so close to release, not when you wanted to see his face when he came.

You bring your hand between the two of you, rubbing your clit, trying to bring yourself over the edge, and he lifts your leg higher and buries himself even deeper. A loud moan slips out of your mouth and echoes off the walls as he hits that soft spongy spot deep in your cunt again and again. Soon enough, the knot in your stomach completely unravels, and you tremble as your orgasm washes over you, his big arms keeping you upright as your eyes roll back.

Your eyes flutter open just in time to see his face contort. Brows furrowed, and jaw clenched as his hips stutter, pace faltering as he's sent off the deep end. His grunts get louder, and he begins to sound almost animalistic until he lets out one final sound, long and drawn out as he fills your guts.

The both of you stand there, catching your breath as the shower rains down on you, skin dripping and water pooling at your feet. Your chest heaves, and your eyes close to avoid drops of water getting in your eyes. He pulls out slowly, giving you time to adjust to the emptiness before gently letting go of your leg and helping you stand up straight. His hand finds the shower knob, turning until the water stops, and you admire him from behind as he steps out of the shower, grabbing a couple of towels.

"Do you get it now?" He asks, holding open a towel, waiting for you to step into it. "Get what?" you ask, using the wall to hold yourself up, legs still weak from Jason being so deep in you just a few moments ago. "Get that I love you?"

His arms wrap around you, tucking the towel into itself before pulling you close and bringing his lips to your forehead. His lips are warm, and he smells nice, like a mixture of soap and gunpowder. Ironic because he didn't wash and will probably hop back in the shower when you're fast asleep.

He looks down at you earnestly, waiting for a response to his question, and you would call him ridiculous, but you know he needs to hear this just as much as you need to hear him say that he loves you in the first place. "Yes," you nod. "I know that you love me."

"Good."

edited this for like four hours so if there are any typos and errors that's just what the universe intended.

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rose-tinted-kalopsia · 3 months

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≡;-꒰ 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍

╰┈➤ ❝ zayne x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni

tags : softdom!zayne, husband!zayne x wife!reader, reader has body insecurities and negative thoughts, kissing, heavy petting, body worship, praise and reassurance, nipple play, clit play, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding, soft sex, slight dirty talk, slight cursing, use of pet names "sweetheart" "snowflake", lmk if i missed any tags !! ((unedited))

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You couldn't sleep.

It was late; later than late—you knew that once Zayne got home, you would definitely be reprimanded for your sleeping habits again.

But how could you sleep like this?

The day had kept you restless.

Tara had proposed another one of her gala nights this afternoon, having practically spammed your texts with an invite for next week. She was quite adamant in this one, considering it was the only time that everyone seemed to be free enough at the same time, and of course, it went without saying that you were invited. But Tara wanted it to be extra special—to make up for all the lost time, and to make the most of the moment, because who knew when you all could get together like that again?

And you couldn't really argue with her on the matter; she had a good point. Though Tara and you saw each other often enough, both being the senior hunters that you were, schedule clashes were becoming more and more common. Suffice to say, it was even harder for the two of you to get ahold of the other girls you'd become close friends with over the years. Adulting was hard, sometimes.

So naturally, this was, as she put it, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, one worthy of a little extra—and while exaggerated, in typical Tara fashion, you could definitely see where she was coming from.

You wanted to meet with the girls, just as much as she did.

But formal events had never been your favorite.

Earlier in the afternoon, you had spent your lunch break with Tara in favor of scouring for the perfect new outfit for that night out. "Window shopping only, for now, of course!" she had said, none too keen on spending right from the get go, but excited to scan all the options nonetheless. And perhaps, you, too, had been excited along with her—Tara's energy was always contagious, and she knew exactly how to string people along with her in all of her happy-go-lucky skip-throughs. But soon enough, you were quickly reminded as to why you disliked formal events so ardently.

It was the clothes.

While many girls you knew jumped at the prospect of dressing up a little fancier, it was hard for you to love—you never saw yourself as someone with a body shape that could easily fit into these fancy clothing, and you had always been jealous of the girls around you that did. You weren't exempt from the same desire to dress up, of course, but—it was simply harder to enjoy when it has only ever caused your confidence to dwindle.

You, yourself, had never really voiced out your insecurities.

You didn't know if the girls knew, nor if Tara had figured out why you were so hesitant to try things on with her.

But whether or not you spoke about it or showed it at all, it did nothing to change the reality that those thoughts were there.

In truth, you hated it.

Despised it.

You never thought yourself to look good in those form-fitting clothing; never thought yourself to look good in a dressed up skirt. If anything, it was hard for you to feel comfortable in such clothing at all—and shopping for them was always a pain.

You wanted to meet with the girls.

You did, you really did.

But suddenly Tara's little cocktail dinner party was more daunting to you than you'd have liked it to be.

Naturally, by the end of your little mall adventure, Tara had found herself a few options to go back, revisit and, perhaps, buy for that very night... While you remained blank on your choices.

The mere thought had you sinking even deeper into the duvets, never more grateful for the fact that you were covered and unseen under the thickness of them.

Your mind was simply racing too much.

You, too, wished you could just sleep all of your thoughts away, and maybe, maybe, the morning will be more bearable.

...If only.

You haphazardly brought the duvet over your head, burying yourself completely hidden under them, and let out a whine.

Zayne would probably be home in a few moments.

He would see you like this, very much wide awake despite all his texts having insisted you not to wait up for him, already on the verge of crying from the sheer intensity of your less-than-welcome thoughts.

You didn't know how much he knew of all this, either.

Though you had been together for a couple years, married for roughly one—the topic had simply never come up. You hadn't explicitly told him anything about it; you'd simply managed enough through all the other formal events you'd had to attend.

You didn't want to be a baby.

In the end, you knew that this would pass, and you would get through it just fine like you always did—

Only that, somehow, today, it was worse than all the other days.

The thought of trying to get through this like you normally would only made your heart churn with discomfort, tears welling up in your eyes unwarranted.

Fuck.

Your lips quivered.

You didn't want to cry.

Zayne would be getting home from a long day.

He would be tired.

He would want to sleep.

He had an equally early start to the next day, and you couldn't—

You couldn't possibly bother him with petty problems you could solve on your own.

You always have, anyway, right?

Why should now be any different?

You heard the door click gently, followed soft, careful footsteps padding the floor to the room—

The minute the doorknob turned and you could vaguely make out the brief flicker of light, you shut your eyes tightly and turned to the side.

You had to sleep.

You swallowed thickly as you heard the faint rustle of fabric, the lightest clink of a hanger meeting its clothesrail, and the shifting of weight on the mattress.

Though you were under the blankets, you could feel the telltale warmth of your husband beside you, enough for it to have some form of comcort wash over you in an instant.

Perhaps, too much comfort.

You felt a tear roll down your cheek, and you drew in a careful, shaky breath.

Of course, Zayne, of all people, would never miss the slightest of cues from you.

"Sweetheart?"

There was a soft murmur of his voice over the top of your head, and you felt the duvet being slowly peeled off of.

There was a rush of cooler air over your face, and Zayne's arms wrapped around you, pulling your body closer to his.

...Ah, shit, you instantly surrendered, knowing there would be no way to play it off, only willing for those stupid tears in your eyes to magically disappear.

"You're awake, aren't you? It's not healthy to sleep under the blankets like that."

His voice was soft, and gentle, and he placed a light kiss into your hair.

You swallowed thickly.

"H-how was your shift...?"

You winced internally, thinking the waver in your voice was already a very telltale sign.

And as you were met with momentary silence, you figured you had been right.

Zayne shifted around, gently pulling you backwards against him, just enough for him to see your face.

And the moment your eyes locked, it was almost as if you couldn't take it anymore.

His lime-green eyes regarded your own with concern, and affection, and love—

It was almost as if all and any emotions swimming restlessly in your heart overflowed in an instant, and you couldn't think to stop the tears from falling. Choked sobs edged their way out of your throat, completely ignoring the horror at your sheer inability to control your own emotions.

You were so... pitiful. So pathetic.

You'd promised yourself you wouldn't cry in front of him over this, and yet, here you were.

Insult after insult swirled adamantly in your head as you turned, burying your face into his chest, desperately searching to anchor yourself in his warmth.

"What is it, snowflake? Are you unwell? What's wrong?" He murmured into your hair, soft, soothing rubs against your back, holding you tight against him—and you didn't feel like you deserved any of it. You wanted yo shy away from his gaze, from his touch—but the mere thought of such irrationality had you sobbing harder, berating yourself for even daring to doubt him at all.

You shivered in his arms, shaking your head, willing yourself to calm down.

And, perhaps, to you, there was no greater comfort than having him here with you.

Despite the conflicts in your mind—whether or not you were deserving of all of his affection—Zayne, and his sweet whispers of comfort, his reassuring squeezes, his loving caresses... Time and time again, you would never fail to find solace in his arms.

Now was no different.

Zayne always had that effect on you, and, perhaps, you wondered if maybe you should have considered opened up to him about this much sooner.

Now, at least, it was enough for you to steady your breaths, eyes closing, your own arms shifting to hug him back.

"Talk to me, sweetheart," he said, running a hand through your hair, soothing you through your sniffles. "It's bad to go to bed with negative feelings. Won't you tell me what's wrong?"

He didn't push you away, nor egg you to look back up at him, but you could easily hear the concern in his voice.

You shut your eyes tightly.

"...But you're tired," you whispered. "It's silly, Zayne..."

"It is not silly, not if it can make you cry."

This time, he brought his hand to your cheek, caressing it gently, and you tilted your head upwards to meet his gaze. "I didn't see you all day, snowflake," he nuzzled your forehead. "What happened to make you so upset while I've been absent?"

You pouted, already feeling another set of tears prick at your eyes, though you blinked them away rapidly.

"I... I missed you," you said quietly. And it was the truth, just not—all of it. It wasn't as if you planned on lying to him—what kind of a wife would you be if you did?

But you wouldn't have known where to start on this otherwise.

It was still true, anyway.

You'd missed his presence; you almost wished you had spent your lunch break with him like you normally did, and, perhaps, that way you wouldn't be feeling so down in the dumps like this.

But what was done was done.

"I missed you, too, sweetheart." He brushed the tears away from your face, and leaned down to place his lips on your temple, causing you to close your eyes at the gentleness in his every action. "But it's more than that, isn't it?"

Ah, a faint, barely-there smile made its way to your face. Zayne always knew you so well.

You let out a sigh, feeling yourself move in to chase his lips, hopeful for a more proper kiss that you had, in fact, been missing for most of the day.

While he allowed you to steal one, his eyes were expectantly searching yours.

You faltered, like you always did.

"...There's... a cocktail party next week..." You started quietly, moving to lay back on your back, eyes focusing on the ceiling above. "Tara planned it just this afternoon. A girls' outing."

"Did she? It's been a while since you've had those."

"...Yeah."

You turned to look at him, another tiny pout forming on your lips. "I just... I don't know if I want to go..." You leaned into his touch when he brought his hand back to cup your cheek, a familiar, comforting action he would often do with you.

"If you don't, then you shouldn't," he spoke matter-of-factly.

You let out a soft laugh.

It was a very Zayne-typical answer.

"Right, because it's always that simple," you rolled your eyes playfully. "...I wish it was, anyway. Zayne, I haven't seen them in forever..."

"Forever would be an exaggeration..."

You could almost hear the frown in his voice, but for a while, you didn't say anything else.

"...Sweetheart?"

Another gentle squeeze of your arm, and your eyes searched his, feeling your throat close up at truly admitting the source of your problems.

But you should, right? This was... communication. The both of you had always valued it; you couldn't just... go back on your own promises to him.

...It might have made you hate yourself more if you did.

"Zayne... I— I want to, but..."

You paused, taking in a deep breath, averting your gaze once more. Your lips quivered again, and Zayne's immediate reaction was to give you another soft, gentle kiss. Now, you could only close your eyes, focusing instead on the lingering feeling of having his lips upon yours, if only to keep yourself from breaking into tears yet again.

"I-I don't feel like I... Like my body very much, these days..." Your voice came out barely a whisper. "It's a formal event, right? Fancy dresses and all that... I went window-shopping with Tara today, and, I—"

Your breath got caught in your throat, and you shook your head, moving once more to bury yourself into his chest.

"I don't know, Zayne... Maybe, I think I just feel—hard to love, right now, or something. And it's so stupid. I know that you love me, I know that the girls do, and I've never questioned it, I just—I don't feel like I'm pretty enough to be loved, and..."

You clutched him tightly as more of your tears seemed to fall without your consent at all, your own heartbeat thrumming wildly in your ears just painfully hyperaware of just how pathetic you were being.

And you've been feeling pretty darn pathetic for virtually the entire day.

You really couldn't tell if crying was making you feel any better, either—you'd held it together this whole day up until now, but each and every time you spoke, it was almost as if the tears wouldn't stop. Even as he sighed into your hair, even as he hald you close, even with his soft, feathery kisses over the top of your head.

"Don't cry, snowflake," he murmured, gently rubbing your back. "Here, breathe with me. Relax, alright, sweetheart?"

You swallowed your sobs, settling slowly into whimpers and then slowly into hiccups, focusing on the steady movements of his palm against the silk of your nightgown.

"That's it. Breathe, okay?"

You sniffled as you looked up, pouting visibly, and he reached over to wipe your tears away once more, shifting to press his forehead against yours.

"Sweetheart. Have you been feeling this way for some time now?"

His eyes were intense. They carried within them was an emotion you couldn't quite place. It was almost as if it had swirled into a complicated mix, almost as if desperate to pull you out of your self-deprecating reverie; only giving way to a certain kind of sorrow when you feebly nodded your head.

"Oh, snowflake," he whispered, and the genuine regret that was laced into his voice made your heart thrum. "If only you had told me sooner."

"...M'sorry, Zayne..."

"Why do you apologize? I only wish to make you feel loved. Because I do love you. And I think you are the most beautiful, beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes upon."

His words felt weighty on your heart, nd you had to swallow down, for the nth time that night, that very same desire to cry.

"...Zayne..."

This time, he kissed you—soft, and slow, and gentle; not unlike most of his kisses, but laced with a certain passion that almost seemed to drown out all the fragments of disdain still in your mind. His hand moved up to your hair, his other drawing you even closer against him, the heat from his skin becoming ever more noticeable to you.

When you pulled back from his kiss, eyes dazed and mildly breathless, he traced his fingers over your face—from your eyes, to your nose, to your mouth, to your jaw... And down, over your collarbone, over the skin of your upper arm.

"You are beautiful, sweetheart," he repeated. And he stroked your arm, never once taking his eyes off of you.

For the first time that night, you thought—yeah. Maybe I am beautiful.

His hand, then, moved from your arm over to your clothed breast, grazing over the exposed skin peeking out of your now-disheveled nightgown, before trailing down to your stomach—and your hips—and your thigh—

You let out a shaky breath, your eyes moving downwards to watch as his hnd repeated the same motions, steadily feeling yourself relax into the lull of his caresses.

"Your hips," he mumbled. "Your stomach... your thighs... your arms... your breasts..." Zayne leaned over to kiss the tip of your nose, offering you the smallest of smiles. "Your cheeks. Your lips. Your nose, your eyes, your..."

"—Z- Zayne—"

"...Everything." His voice dropped low into a whisper, his hand slipping right between your thighs, brushing a knuckle against your clothed heat.

He nuzzled against you, sighing.

"You're beautiful, my snowflake. And I love every single part of you. Do you understand?"

You could only nod underneath his gaze, staying completely still as he moved his arm down to settle firmly over your waist, his eyes conveying a certain desire that was quite familiar to you.

"...Zayne," you mumbled. "A-aren't you sleepy?"

"No."

"But... You always say it's bad to stay up late..."

He gaze was unwavering; firm, yet expectant. You could feel his thumb rubbing circles into your skin, and when he lened back in to whisper over your lips, you could feel yourself dizzy at his hot breath against you.

"Maybe so," he whispered. "But you are more important right now. And if you would allow me, sweetheart... Then I, as your husbnd, would want nothing more than to show you just how much I love you."

Your breath caught in your throat.

His hand, now, would slide up ever so slowly, tracing the curvature of your spine, and you shuddered—

"Okay," you spoke, breathless, quiet, waiting in anticipation of his movements.

And when he smiled, you thought, truly, you couldn't wish for a more loving husband.

"May I know?" he mumbled as he gently moved the fabric of your gown up above your breasts. "What about your body do you hate so much?"

He stopped when you shivered involuntarily against the cold air on your stomach, subconsciously moving your arms over to cover yourself.

You looked away.

"I understand if you do not want to talk about it. If it's too much, then please, forget I as—"

"...I'm not slim, like the other girls," you cut him off softly.

Zayne's hands gently pried your own away from your stomach, bringing one of them up to kiss at your knuckles.

For a while, there was silence, and you shrunk under his gaze.

What if he also...

"You don't have to be," he interrupted your thoughts with a nod of his head, having finally gathered his thoughts, and his other hand moved back to stroke the side of your waist.

"...But... I-I don't fit well into dresses... My torso is long, and my figure isn't very flattering, my belly fat would show if I—"

He moved lower, this time, to place a trail of kisses from the valley of your breasts down over your navel.

"Z-Zayne..."

"You must understand that I think your figure is very flattering, sweetheart. You've always looked stunning in everything that you've worn. Don't you know how much self-control I must practice whenever I see you?" A smile tugged at his lips, and you almost shivered at the look in his eyes, goosebumps raising on your skin when he snaked his hand over to the plush of your inner thigh. "And I love the way my hands would mold into your skin. They fit so perfectly around your waist, your thigh... So easy for me to hold. Very easy for me to love."

He gave you a squeeze as if to prove his point, but you could only look away almost shamefully. "...But I have scars on my legs," you mumbled. "So wearing short skirts would expose them, and they're—"

"Beautiful."

He bent your leg to kiss your knee, gently brushing his fingers over the marks on your skin.

"They are beautiful."

Zayne shook his head with a sigh, before moving back up to capture your pout into another kiss.

"But—"

"No buts, sweetheart. These are not flaws to be hidden, nor things that you should feel the need to get rid of. They are part of you, and to me, that makes them perfect."

Another kiss, this time by the side of your jawline, and you drew in a breath.

"You are perfect, snowflake."

You felt your skin burn against his touch, and his words made you feel warm and tingly.

"The shape of your face is, too, perfect as it is. In case you were wondering. Just as perfect for me to hold, and just as perfect for me to kiss."

A kiss on your neck, to your collarbone, to your shoulders, down your arm...

"I can only say the same for your arms. So soft. They wrap perfectly around me, did you know that?" He smiled against your skin, before shifting to press you onto your back, caging you between his arms and hovering above you. "And your shoulders sit on you perfectly fine, I hope you don't think of them so badly, either. Frankly, they must be tired from carrying all the burdens you keep from me still..."

You noted the seriousness in his voice, and felt yourself subsequently relax.

"...Zayne, I—"

"Do not apologize. I won't ask for it, and you've nothing wrong. However... you must tell me, next time, sweetheart, whenever you feel like this. Can you promise me that?"

A silence followed, as if you were weighing your words—

And perhaps, you were.

It was never easy for you to speak of this thoughts. You'd think yourself normal if not for all these baseless insecurities, and you'd much prefer to keep them to yourself—

But what had that done? All these years spent holding in your tears, only to break at the slightest prod of your thoughts.

It wasn't as if crying had helped you.

It even made things worse, probably.

And it would do more harm to you if you continued in this unhealthy cycle of bottling things up.

"...You don't mind?" you whispered. "I don't want to bother you... You're always so busy..."

"Oh, sweetheart. I will always have time for you. And I am always here to listen. You understand that, don't you?"

"...I know, but..."

"I am your husband. What husband would I be to ignore your concerns?"

You smiled faintly at that, finally finding in yourself the courage to loosely hook your arms around his neck.

In the end, Zayne was willing to be your confidant. And communication had always been important between the two of you, you knew this well enough—an issue like this shouldn’t be too different from that. Why would you keep such things from him, truly?

"Okay," you nodded, a promise to yourself and a promise to him. "I promise, Zayne."

"Good girl."

His praise, so associated now with certain activities that you had often done, went straight to your core—you almost wanted to hide, despite knowing you had given him consent to do as he wished, but he leaned in for another kiss.

You could feel his smile as he moved his lips against yours, biting gently at your lower lip enough to elicit a gasp.

When he pulled back, the mirth in his eyes was clear, and you jumped as you felt the pad of his thumb graze ever so slightly over your pert nipple.

"Z-Zayne..." you whispered, eyes searching his.

"Do you know what I love the most about your body?"

He spoke against your lips, close enough just to touch, but not quite.

You slowly shook your head no.

"You're always so responsive."

His hand moved to knead at your skin, brushing slightly over your nipple but never quite touching. His eyes fixed upon yours, taking in the way your eyelids would flutter and the way you would instantly shudder at his touch;

"So... expressive. So telling."

You couldn't help the way you whimpered, feeling yourself arch slightly into his hand, eyes closing as he flicked once more against your nipple before pinching it between the pads of his fingers.

The moan he elicited out of you was airy and long, and had you opened you eyes, you would see the way he tilted his head, watching you, observing you. He only continued, of course—rolling it slowly, tugging slightly, feeling the bud get harder between his nimble fingers. It was almost as if he were eager to hear more of you moans, and he would get them instantly.

"You're always so sensitive for me, sweetheart."

Without giving you a chance to react to his words, he dipped his head down, latching his mouth over your other bud, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your arms. Another moan fell from your lips. You felt him gently rub your waist once more to ease you into the pleasure, expertly working you up.

He knew you so well.

You could feel it in the way he pinched and rubbed at you in all the right places, skillfully swirling the tip of the warm muscle over your stinging nipple. You felt his saliva pool from the sides of his mouth and onto your breasts—when he pulled back with a 'pop', you flushed at the way he casually wiped it away, eyes never leaving yours.

"Z-Zayne, really, you..." You were breathless when he spoke, barely getting a chance to collect yourself when he sat up, spreading you open and settling between your legs.

"You're wet, aren't you?" he spoke matter-of-factly, but the look in his eyes told you that he was quite pleased. "Hm, what did I say? So responsive for me."

His hand moved lower.

"Just like the good girl that you always are..."

Lower, lower, digging into the waistband of your panties—

"And you are such..."

Another kiss on your stomach, and he slowly pulled the fabric away.

"A beautiful..."

His eyes dropped to the way your slick pulled with your underwear, a telltale sign of your wetness.

"Good girl."

Zayne moved to swipe a finger over your slit, collecting your arousal and spreading it over to your clit. He raised an eyebrow slightly at you as he did so, taking in the way you would mewl almost instantly; "So wet for me, my snowflake."

You whimpered, hands reaching out for him, settling only when he tucked you under his chin, easily slipping a finger into your hole.

"Mmh— Zayne..."

Another moan, and he kissed at your hair, gently pumping his finger in and out of you.

"See how perfect you are?" He murmured, and his thumb would press over your clit, gently rubbing in time with the languid thrust of his finger. "The way you wrap around me like this... I could keep my fingers inside of you all night long, sweetheart."

You could feel everything, with the way he took his time with you, exploring every inch of your pussy almost as if committing it to memory. And he was right—he felt perfect inside you, feeling his sighs against the crown of your head everytime he would clench around you.

He slipped another finger in, and you groaned at the stretch.

"Shit, Zayne," you whispered, feeling yourself buck up into his fingers.

"Language, sweetheart."

You almost laughed at his words, had he not quickened his pace, finally moving his head down to bring you into another deep kiss.

You could feel it—the gradual knotting in your stomach, the jolt of pleasure when he rubbed against your sensitive spots.

"Zayne—" You moaned when he pulled back from the kiss, eyes turning hazy. "Zayne, please, I'll cum—"

He peppered kisses over your face, and smiled.

"Cum for me, sweetheart."

You gasped as you climaxed almost as if by command, trembling in your place, eyes wide as you felt the pleasure rip through you intensely. Zayne continued to kiss at your skin, soothing phrases in your ear, gentle caresses over your arm.

"Z-Zayne, I... You...—"

He pressed his cock against your cunt, sighing into your neck.

"One more, sweetheart, okay?" he breathed, teasing your entrance with his tip. "I need to be inside you."

And how could you say no?

You could feel the lust radiating off of him, his chest heaving with remnants of self-control, leaving slow, languid licks on the side of your neck if only to placate himself.

It was rare to see him lose control, but you knew that he would always end up getting like this whenever he would push himself inside you.

He would only get like this with you.

For you.

Your heart jumped, and you nodded, running your hands over his back.

"I can take one more," you mumbled.

Immediately, inch by inch, you felt him sink deep into your cunt, feeling the stretch of your walls to accomodate his length no matter how many times you'd done this.

Your eyes closed as you hissed in pleasure, wrapping your legs around his waist, taking in the way he would gently rut against you. Soft, steady, rocking movements; the bed would creak along with his thrusts in a lull that had your eyelids fluttering closed.

"You take me very well," he groaned from the throat, voice slightly muffled into your neck. "So perfect for me, snowflake... Your pretty pussy around my cock..."

His words sent jolts of pleasure straight to your core, every squeeze of your cunt on eliciting a sharp hiss from his lips.

"Haah... Zayne..."

He made you feel loved.

His cock was snug in your walls, every vein and ridge dragging perfectly against you. You were made for him, and he for you—his low moans were music to your ears, and you hugged him tighter, your chest swelling with warmth.

"I love you," you whispered, bucking your hips up to meet his. "I love you, Zayne... so, so much."

He finally lifted his head, the lustful cloud in his lime-green eyes mixing with overflowing adoration.

"And I love you, sweetheart. More than you think. More than you know."

You'd never felt yourself glow at such words before.

The pace he kept was steady, but the lingering feeling of your previous high had you now moaning unabashedly, feeling yourself getting closer, and closer to another one.

"Please," you whimpered, feeling your nails dig into his back when he angled his thrusts, hitting that spot that had you seeing stars. "Please, Zayne, 'mso close..."

He shuddered at the way you clenched, obliging you with harder, deeper thrusts, adoring the way you would throw your head back in moans of his name.

"Fuck," he cursed, eyes closing, hips stuttering. "Go ahead, sweetheart, 'm right there with you."

You could feel the way he twitched inside of you, thrusts getting faster, more erratic.

"Inside, right?" you breathed, clutching him tightly, almost locking him in place. "Inside, Zayne, please—together—"

He moaned lowly, nearly driving you into the mattress with the force of his thrusts, your words igniting a newfound fervor. "Shit—you'd like that, huh, sweetheart? Want me to fuck a baby in you? You'll be such a beautiful mother, won’t you?"

Your eyes squeezed shut, focusing on the feeling of his cock against your walls, claiming your cunt in the way you liked best. "Yes, yes, yes," you chanted, "please, Zayne—"

You mewled in your release, clenching tightly, feeling him paint your insides white as ropes of his cum spurted deep inside of you.

You held him close, panting, burying your face into his neck.

"I love you," you whispered, repeating your words. "I love you, Zayne. I love you, and thank you... For always being there for me."

He panted as he thrust inside of you once, twice, plugging you full of his spend, before pulling out and kissing you deeply.

"I love you ever more. I will never stop feeling lucky to have you, and I will always be here. I meant it, sweetheart... You'd make a beautiful mother." As you flushed, he pressed a hand against your stomach, and smiled. "For what it's worth, your weight is perfectly healthy. And there is nothing wrong with your body, okay, snowflake?"

"...I know. Thank you, Zayne."

"Would you prefer to go shopping with me, instead? My shift will end earlier tomorrow. I would love nothing more than to spend the rest of the day with you."

This time, you smiled. You snuggled into his embrace, finding solace in his warmth, just as you always did.

"I'd like that a lot."

⁺₊ / an: i ended up combining a couple of requests for this (and the youtiful series as a whole) and finally got around to writing zayne!!! this was incredibly hard to write, i love him INCREDIBLY so, and something about writing him amplifies the need to have it down perfectly 😭

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﹆₊ 窃盗 ‧₊˚ TAKIN WHATS NOT YOURS, KAMO CHOSO

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ﹆₊ 概要 ‧₊˚ it doesn’t matter what it is. whenever he wants something, he’s gonna get it—that includes you too. wc, 4.12K. dark mode recommended.

␥ note. i’m back guysss. this story is based off ‘taking what’s not yours’ by tv girl. there’s also a fanart of choso that inspired this. me and @5kstxrz was cookin again so i had to get on 🤭

(edit: me writing rn is a coping mechanism for what i heard about chp 259..) hope ya enjoyyy. reblog to support meee (also play the song while you read so you can immerse)

␥ tags. 90s AU, female anatomy, reader already has a boyfriend, delinquent!choso, smut, creampies, mentions choso stealing, choso with his hair down, lmk if i missed anything

␥ misc. masterlist AO3

as the classes ended for the day, the hallways of the school were filled with numerous students, who were all visibly exhausted from their long day of hard work. amidst the chaos, one could spot a well-known delinquent of the school, choso, leaning against the wall with a cigarette between his lips. he was a muscular guy, carrying his wooden staff, which he always kept close to him, ready to use force if needed. his attire comprised all black, as usual, from head to toe.

he wore a leather jacket with a jet black wife-beater tucked beneath his black cargo pants, which had a belt looped around his waist. his black combat boots were rugged and sturdy, and he had a dog tag necklace, which completed his look. despite being a delinquent, he had a charming aura around him, which made him stand out from the rest.

“she ain’t gettin’ this back,” the silver chain glinted in the sunlight, swaying back and forth in choso's hand before he hooked it around his neck with a satisfied smirk. the delicate charm dangled against his chest, catching the light and reflecting it in all directions as it accompanied his other necklace. with one hand running through his thick, dark locks, choso's intense gaze locked onto you.

he had been eyeing you for a while now - drawn to your quiet demeanor and shy smile. but you were not without a reputation at school - known as a strong-willed and independent girl. unfortunately for choso, you already had a boyfriend. the thought of this obstacle made his nostrils flare in frustration and determination.

choso was lost in thought, daydreaming about being with you, when suddenly another student bumped into him, jolting him back to reality. as they both turned to face each other, choso's expression darkened. his deep voice rumbled, similar to the sound of thunder just before a storm, as he growled, "watch where ya goin’, punk." the other student flinched at his menacing tone and quickly apologized before scurrying away, leaving choso to chuckle to himself in amusement.

“that was a real dick move, you know that?” a sharp voice pierced through the air, directed at him. choso rolled his eyes in annoyance, ready to start a heated argument once again, but he paused when he saw you standing there. his stoic features suddenly transformed into a mischievous grin, with a hint of malice and flirtatiousness shining through. his dark eyes gleamed with amusement as he locked gazes with you.

he knelt down, bringing himself to eye level with you. a mischievous grin played across his face as he spoke, "aw, 'm sorry princess. do you want me to go apologize to the poor kid?" his deep chuckle rumbled through his chest. "they’re the one that ran into me, so i just kindly reminded ‘em to watch their ass." as he stood back up, his leather jacket creaked, and his scent of cologne mixed with cigarettes in the air. you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your stomach as his piercing gaze met yours again.

choso's piercing gaze roamed over your body, imagining undressing you with his mind. his hand tightened around his wooden staff as he lifted it towards your chest, where your delicate necklace rested. "you got a real nice piece there," he commented, his voice low and smooth like honey. “where’d you get it?”

the contrast between the cold wood of his staff and the warmth of your skin sent a shiver down your spine. but what really caught you off guard were his words, unexpected and oddly charming. you couldn't help but tense up at the closeness of his weapon.

you shifted on your feet, the words tumbling out of your mouth in a hasty, practiced manner. "i dunno," you lied smoothly, avoiding eye contact. "i found it one night in my jewelry box and just started wearing it." your hands fidgeted with the delicate chain, its weight, and warmth a constant reminder of your deceit.

the silver pendant glinted in the light of the sun, casting shadows across your face as guilt prickled at the edges of your conscience. but you couldn't bear to part with it, to give up the comfort it provided in an uncertain world. so you wore it like a mask, hiding behind its simple beauty and intricate design.

choso simply hummed, indicating that he didn’t entirely buy what you were selling. “yeah? you just found that necklace lying around, huh? i’m not buying it. but i’m intrigued…why don’t you tell me the real story, and maybe i’ll spare you the trouble of having to keep track of that lil beauty.”

a surge of electricity courses through your body as choso removes his staff, only to replace it with his fingers, lightly grazing your collarbone. your heart races as you try to come up with a plausible response to his accusations.

"i don’t know what you’re talking about," you stammer, your voice barely audible above a whisper. but your mind is already spinning, trying to find a way out of this situation.

"don't play coy with me," choso purrs, his warm breath tickling your skin. "i know there's more to this story. tell me the truth and maybe i'll let you keep that precious necklace… for now." he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "who knows, i might even surprise you with something else you'd like to wear." his words send shivers down your spine as he runs his fingers along the curve of your neck.

your voice quivers with uncertainty as you try to hold the male's gaze. you can feel your heart beating rapidly, a mix of fear and defiance bubbling up inside you. "i don't know what you're getting at," you say, your words laced with frustration and confusion. "the necklace is mine, plain and simple. i don’t know what else you want from me."

your hands grip tightly at the fabric of your shirt, trying to ground yourself in the moment and push away any doubts or accusations. but the tension in the air is palpable, and you can't shake off the feeling that something is amiss.

despite your attempt to remain composed, your body betrays you as you lean into choso's touch. your cheeks burn with a mix of exhilaration and trepidation, the heat spreading from your core to your extremities. your heart races like a wild animal, caught between the fear of the unknown and the thrill of potential ecstasy. every nerve in your body tingles with anticipation, craving more of choso's intoxicating presence.

the tone of choso’s voice was smooth and confident, a playful smirk curling at the edges of his lips as he tightened his grip on your necklace. his gaze burned with determination as he leaned in closer, his breath ghosting against your skin.

"oh, i want a lot from you," he murmured, his words laced with desire. "and i’m not going anywhere until i get what i came for." you could feel the intensity of his gaze and the weight of his words, like a physical force pressing against you. the air crackled with tension as he held onto your necklace, a symbol of the power he held over you.

with a sly smile and a low, suggestive tone, choso suggests, "let's go somewhere private, yeah?" his eyes glint with a dangerous intensity as he takes a deliberate step closer to you. "we have a lot to…discuss." the air around you suddenly feels charged with tension, like the calm before the storm.

you can feel the weight of his words hanging in the air, and you can't help but wonder what exactly he wants to discuss. as his gaze locks onto yours, you can sense something primal stirring within him, and you can't deny the unexpected rush of excitement that courses through your body.

you pause, feeling the powerful magnetic pull of choso's alluring charm. however, your wariness of his unpredictable nature holds you back. "i don’t know," you say slowly, scanning your surroundings with a skeptical eye. the air is thick with tension and the scent of danger lingers on every breath. you can't shake off the uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach as you try to weigh the consequences of giving in to choso's allure.

"come on, love," choso says, his voice a playful yet menacing lilt. he leans in closer, a mischievous glint in his eye as he speaks. "what's the worst that could happen? you ain't gonna die." his words drip with confidence and bravado, as if tempting fate itself.

a gust of wind blows through the air, carrying with it the scent of garbage and decay. the dim glow of streetlights casts eerie shadows on the walls around them. despite the unsettling surroundings, choso's smirk remains firmly in place, taunting and alluring simultaneously.

you felt your resolve wavering under the intense pressure of choso's gaze. you knew better than to trust someone who seemed so charmingly dangerous, but the thrill of doing something reckless was too hard to resist.

finally, you give in to temptation and nods, a keeping your skeptical expression. "okay...lead the way then ," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

"good girl," choso purred, releasing the necklace from his grasp as he stepped back. he gave you a once-over, his dark purple eyes filled with undisguised desire. "follow me."

he turned abruptly, his tall figure disappearing into the shadows. you had no choice but to follow him, your heart pounding against her chest like a war drum. the male lead you into a dimly lit classroom. it was silent and eerily still as choso closes the door behind them, sealing you inside with him. the air seems to thicken with tension as he turns to face them, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"so," you began, your voice low and nervous, "what did you wanna talk about?"

"ya really are a curious one, aren't ya?" choso chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "but since you asked so nicely..." he moved closer to you, his tall frame casting a shadow over yours. "i just want to get to know you better.” he says your name. “understand things about you that nobody else does."

his hand reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "things that only i will know," he added, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.

you instinctively took a step back, the sudden intensity in his gaze causing your heart to race. his words hung heavily in the air, swirling around you like smoke from a fire. "why do you wanna know more about me?" you asked, trying to control the trembling in your voice.

"because you intrigue me, darlin'," choso replied simply, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. his eyes never left yours, and you could see a hunger and curiosity burning behind them. "you're different from anyone i've met before. there's a fire within you that draws me in…fascinates me."

he moved even closer, his warm breath caressing your skin as he spoke. "and i like playing with fire," he added with a sly grin, his fingertips lightly tracing along your jawline. the air crackled with electricity between the two of you, and you couldn't deny the pull that choso had over you.

"and how do you plan on getting to know me?" to hide the apprehension in your voice, you cleared your throat and raised an eyebrow.

"well now, ain't that the million dollar question?" choso drawled, the corners of his mouth turning up mischievously. his dark purple eyes sparkled with a tantalizing mix of curiosity and amusement. "i suppose we'll just have to wait and see, won't we?"

he took another step towards you, closing the gap between you both entirely. the heat of his body radiated towards you, making your skin tingle. "but let me tell ya this much," he whispered, leaning in close enough for your noses to nearly touch. "it involves a lot of getting to know each other intimately."

"intimately?" you repeated, your cheeks flushing pink at his forwardness. "isn't that a bit…invasive? i mean, you hardly even know me."

"that's the fun part, love," choso murmured, his fingers tracing a path down your arm. "getting to know someone intimately is all about peeling back layers, seeing what's underneath. finding out who they truly are."

he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just barely above yours. "and i can't wait to start peeling those layers off you," he whispered, saying your name again.

you swallowed hard, your heart hammering in your chest as you looked up at him. "that sounds nice but…" you paused briefly, your voice barely above a whisper now. "you do realize i have a boyfriend, right?"

choso's fingers trailed lower, dangerously close to your waist, as he spoke nonchalantly. his words hung in the air like a challenge, his wicked grin flashing at you. "oh, i know," he said nonchalantly, his fingers trailing lower until they were dangerously close to your waist.

"but remember what i said earlier about playing with fire, love?" he flashed you a wicked grin before pressing himself even closer against you. "i live for that shit," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper.

your breath caught as his hand descended further, finally reaching your waist. "i thought you wanted to get to know me," you asserted, trying to maintain control of the situation. "not just sleep with me because you find me 'different' or 'fascinating'."

choso raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider. "who said anything about sleeping together, love?" he drawled, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly. "i told you, i wanna know you intimately."

the male leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he spoke. "and believe me when i say that intimacy doesn't always involve sex," he whispered seductively. a shiver ran down your spine as choso's warm breath ghosted over your ear. despite your words, your body betrayed you, leaning into him involuntarily.

"but that's what you want, isn't it?" you asked, trying to resist the pull towards him.

"maybe," choso admitted with a sly grin. he pulled back slightly, locking eyes with you. "sometimes the most thrilling thing is not knowing what comes next," he murmured in a sultry voice.

you sighed in defeat, feeling yourself giving in to him. "fine," you conceded, your voice barely audible. "but don't expect me to just roll over for you."

"wouldn't dream of it, love," choso murmured, his fingers dancing in slow circles on your waist. his touch sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but lean into him. "i do love a challenge, it's what keeps things interesting."

he leaned in closer, pressing his body against yours in a deliciously tantalizing way. "now," he purred, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "let's start with something simple."

choso’s lips brushed against yours in a teasing caress, his tongue darting out to trace the delicate seam of your lips. the sensation was electrifying, and you couldn't help but let out a small gasp of pleasure.

you gasped as his lips met hers, your hands instinctively moving to push him away. instead, you found yourself pulling him closer, kissing him back with equal passion.

your mind screamed at you to stop, to pull away before things went too far. but your body had other ideas, responding eagerly to his touch as you melted into his embrace.

choso groaned into the kiss, his body reacting instantly to the feel of you in his arms. his hands moved lower, slipping beneath your shirt to rest on your hips.

he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth as his hands tightened on you. he could feel your body squirming against his own, and he couldn't help but press himself closer, grinding his hardness against you.

breaking the kiss, he trailed hot kisses down your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. "God, you taste good," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

you whimpered as he kissed down your neck, your head falling back to give him better access. your hands gripped his shirt tightly, pulling him even closer. "choso..." you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. "we shouldn't..."

"shhh, love," choso hushed you, his lips continuing their downward trek. "no one needs to know," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your skin.

his hands moved to unbutton your jeans, sliding the zipper down with practiced ease. he slipped his hand inside, fingers curling around the hem of your panties as he began to pull them down.

you moaned softly as he undid your jeans, her body betraying her despite her protests. you didn't resist as he pulled your pants down, stepping out of them once they reached her ankles.

"are you sure no one will find out?" you asked, your voice low.

" ‘m positive, darlin’," choso assured you, his voice a low murmur against her skin. "and if anyone does happen to find out," he added, his fingers tracing teasing circles on your thigh. "we'll just have to come up with a good lie."

his hand moved higher, slipping between your legs to tease at your wet folds. "now," he continued, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "why don't we let our bodies do the talking?"

you couldn't help but bite your lip as his touch sent shivers down your spine. despite your reservations, your body arched into his caress, betraying your desires. "okay…" you said softly, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation. choso smirked, his fingers tracing teasingly along your inner thigh before dipping lower to tease at your entrance.

a shiver ran through you as his husky voice purred "good girl," the sound dripping with desire and commanding you to submit to him. the air around you seemed to thicken with tension as he leaned in closer, his growl sending waves of pleasure through your body.

choso’s free hand moved to the waistband of his pants, pulling them down over his hips and freeing his hardened length. his fingers traced along the length, feeling its familiar weight and girth. a bead of pre-cum had already formed at the tip, glistening in the dim light of the room. "are you ready, love?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

you nodded, biting your lip as you watched him stroke himself. the sight sent a shiver of anticipation through your body. "yeah," you said quietly, your heart pounding with a mix of nerves and excitement.

"that's my girl," choso murmured, his hand stilling on his throbbing cock. he moved forward, positioning himself between your legs, the heat of your bodies radiating toward each other. "just relax, okay? i promise i'll take care of you." with those words, he’d thrust inside you, a low groan escaping his lips as he bottomed out within the velvety walls of your tight heat.

you couldn't help but arch your back and moan in pleasure as he began to move, each deep thrust igniting a fire within you. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, accompanied by your combined gasps and moans.

you cried out as he entered you, your nails digging into his shoulders. you had been expecting pain, but all you felt was pleasure. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you. "oh god... choso..." you moaned, your head rolling back as waves of pleasure washed over you.

choso groaned at the feeling of your pussy squeezing him, his hips beginning to move in a slow, steady rhythm. "fuck," he groaned out, his voice strained with pleasure.

his hands moved to grip your ass, lifting you off the desk as he’d thrust into you harder and faster. "god, you feel amazing," he muttered, his breathing ragged as he pounded into you.

choso groaned at the feeling of your pussy squeezing him, his hips beginning to move in a slow, steady rhythm. "fuck," he groaned out, his voice strained with pleasure.

his hands moved to grip your ass, lifting you off the desk as he’d thrust into you harder and faster. "god, you feel amazing," he muttered, his breathing ragged as he pounded into you.

you moaned loudly as he fucked you, your nails digging into his shoulders. "more... please... choso..." you begged, your hips meeting his consistent thrusts.

you were lost in the pleasure, unable to think about anything else. all you knew was that you wanted more, needed more of choso.

choso grunted in response, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his release. "fuck, i'm close," he warned, his pace not slowing despite his warning. his hand moved to cup her face, thumb brushing over her bottom lip. "you gonna cum for me, love?" he asked, his voice husky with lust.

your body trembled and arched against his as he relentlessly thrust into you, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through your entire being. you whimpered and moaned, unable to form coherent words as you surrendered completely to the sensations. "mhm…" you hummed in response to his unspoken question, your voice barely audible over the sounds of your entangled bodies.

as the intensity built within you, your grip on choso tightened and your movements became more erratic. your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, overwhelming every nerve ending and leaving you gasping for air. his cock continued to fill you with blissful waves of ecstasy, your pussy clenching and milking him uncontrollably as he filled you with his seed.

finally, as the last shudders of pleasure subsided, you collapsed against choso's chest, panting and spent. the scent of sweat and sex filled the air around you, a physical manifestation of the passionate release you had just experienced together.

his breath hitched as he came down from his high, panting heavily as he tried to regain control of his senses. "that was... fucking incredible," he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction.

you sat there panting, your body still trembling from the intensity of your orgasm. you could feel choso's cum starting to leak out of you, staining the floor beneath them.

"i never thought it would be like that," you admitted, your voice barely more than a whisper.

choso chuckled, his arm tightening around you as he pulled you closer. "it gets better every time," he promised, his voice a low purr against your ear. "but right now," he added, his hand moving to stroke your hair. "we should probably clean up before someone sees us."

you nodded, though you made no move to actually get up. you were content to stay there in his arms, even if you both were covered in sweat.

"i guess you're right," you finally agreed, your voice soft.

as you walked through the threshold of your home a few days later, a sudden urge to declutter and organize took over. your room, once cluttered with knick-knacks and forgotten items, was now being tidied up in a frenzy.

you discarded things that no longer held meaning or were not even yours to begin with - like the half-filled box of lentils or the dusty laura nyro record that had been sitting untouched for years. as you sorted through the chaos, a sense of renewal filled the air, as if shedding unnecessary possessions would bring clarity and order to your life.

and just like the various items you threw away to declutter your living space, you also threw away your three year relationship to be with that little devil that crept into your life, a cigarette in hand and a blood red harley to take him wherever he wanted to go.

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bhaalsbabe · 8 months

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This desk has seen everything

Pairing: gn!durge x Enver Gortash

Label: nsfw

MDNI

Summary/warnings: minor spoilers for durge & ending of act 2, durge is a magic user, inappropriate use of magic (tentacles), sub!Gortash (flashback), weird power dynamic, violent thoughts concerning Orin, pining Gortash, there's not that much smut but I might do part 2

Author's note: writing again after a very long time; nice, supportive comments and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

When you met Gortash for the first time after losing your memories, you had a feeling he wasn't telling you everything. You remembered the look he kept giving you. You've seen it many times before, often on your companions' faces; the barely hidden desire burning behind the eyes, the longing look that was focused solely on you, the quick glances at the shown parts of your skin. Yes, when you thought back about it, you're actually pretty sure there was more to your past relationship with Gortash than just being partners in crime.

Your curiosity was what led you into his office - alone. You weren't worried about him trying to take advantage of the situation to take Ketheric's netherstone from you. Your magic was more powerful than ever and the powers you gained from the tadpoles you consumed have been awfully useful as well. So you entered the room he resided in with confidence you probably used to have back in the days of your glory.

"Ah, have you taken care of Orin already? You're even faster than I expected." He looked up at you from his paperwork, an easy smile on his face.

"That's not why I'm here," you finished walking all the way to his desk before sitting on it, looking down at him. "You weren't telling me everything back at the coronation, were you?"

He leaned back in his chair, smirking as he eyed your sitting spot.

"Perhaps..." he mused, putting down the quill and focusing his attention purely on you. "I take it you're looking for something specific?"

You nodded, quickly scanning the documents on his table to see if there's anything that would catch your attention. You noticed the name 'Ravengard' on one of the papers but before you could read the rest, Gortash took the entire pile and put it into a drawer.

"Bureaucracy has never been your thing. Why, I can't even count how many times you interrupted me in the middle of something just because you were bored and wanted me for yourself," he laughed with his eyes closed, probably reminiscing of one such time.

"Really? I can't imagine why," you said dryly, glaring at him all unimpressed. Suddenly, he stood up, going around the desk to stand next to you, close enough that you could feel the heat of his skin. As you turned to face him fully, he leaned over you, his arms trapping you in place. When he spoke next, his breath, smelling of expensive wine, hit your face.

"You were a greedy little thing. Always taking, rarely giving anything back." Contrary to the message, he sounded almost nostalgic, a lazy smile plastered on his handsome face.

"You probably just didn't deserve anything in return." You shrugged, noticing how his eyes kept dropping to your lips. He chuckled, tearing his gaze away from your mouth.

"I see you haven't changed that much," he mumbled under his breath, before finally pressing his lips against yours in a searing kiss. You felt a surge of desire run through you as your brain full of holes supplied you with a brief memory.

The once proud Gortash, naked and bent over the very same desk you were now sitting on. In this memory, you casually lounged in his chair, watching as a variant of Evard's Black Tentacles kept plunging in and out of his ass and mouth, as well as wrapping around his body to keep him from squirming too much. His gurgled moans were music to your ears. His submission to you had always pleased you.

You broke the kiss with a gasp, back to the reality where the same man pushed you onto your back, his hands exploring your body in a starved desperation. His dark eyes bore into yours with an intensity that made you shiver.

"Gort-"

"Enver," he corrected you immediately, not even letting you finish. "Always Enver to you."

You stared at him, the realisation dawning upon you of just how close of a relationship you two had. He pressed his hand to your cheek almost tenderly, and you weren't sure if you were ready for the depth of what exactly he's been keeping away from you.

You pushed him away right then, your head hurting as you tried to remember if you held any feelings for him, hatred and bloodthirst rising in you fast - Orin is going to pay for taking everything from you, you were going to enjoy choking her with her own intestines and bathing in her blood -

Everything was a blur as you ran past him, never noticing his concerned expression as he was left there standing, speechless and way too excited from your little reunion.

#durge x gortash #bg3 smut #gortash x durge #gortash x reader #bg3 x reader #gortash x dark urge #dark urge x gortash #enver gortash x dark urge #enver gortash x reader #Gortash smut #after dark #durgetash

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telvess · 8 months

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RoR: Morning with them (Hermes, Hades, Qin) 🔞

I've finally defeated my writer's block, at least a bit. And I swear I wanted to write something fluffy. Then why - for the Helheim sake - I ended up writing NSFW context again…?

Hermes

You were wakened by a morning sunlight. You opened your eyes and immediately regretted it, covering your head with the pillow to find relief in the partial darkness. The empty space next to you - where your hand expected to find Hermes - alarmed you, so you forced yourself to peek again. The feeling of disappointment woke you up completely. — Why are you leaving so early? — you mumbled, seeing him getting ready in front of the mirror. He was putting on a shirt, so for the last seconds you could see his naked back, which you had kissed many times last night. — Duty calls. — You’re god, you know? — you jumped out of the bed and hugged him from behind — You have the right to take the day off! Even as you interfered, Hermes buttoned his dress shirt. — I’m afraid the gods don’t have that privilege. — Really? — you sighed into his back — Even we, humans, figured that out! You saw his reflection in the mirror smiling at you. After the shirt, the time had come for a tie. — Let me — you offered help. Without a word, Hermes handed you the tie, and as you placed it around his neck, you felt his eyes on you. Since you were standing naked in front of him, your cheeks suddenly felt warm, and the situation didn't get any better as you remembered what happened last night. — Is everything okay? — Yes — you replied, however you didn’t have enough courage to look up. Otherwise, you would have notice Hermes’ mischievous expression, because - as always - he knew exactly what was going on in your mind. As you were tying a tie, Hermes’ hands appeared on your waist. He was already wearing white gloves and was now caressing your skin with the soft fabric. As his touch was leaving burning trace on your bare skin, your sensitive body slowly began to wake up. Hermes moved his hands to your back, where he raised them along your spine to reach your shoulders, neck and finally your jawline. You bit your lower lip and without second thought, you let your hands slide over Hermes’ collar to touch his neck with trembling fingers. — Patient, silly goose — his calm voice brought you back to reality — Tonight you gonna untie that tie as well. Your eyes met his. Hermes seemed amused by your confusion, but beside that you didn’t notice any sign of lying. — Will you leave that early the next morning too? — you asked. Then, to your surprise, Hermes just leaned towards you. Your lips moved instinctively as he approached closer to yours, meeting in a deep, promising kiss. Every time Hermes and you shared an intimacy moment, you slowly lost yourself in his firm hug and skilled tongue, but over time you started to realize that he was the one who was overcome with passion much more than one would expect. As if his perfect, unshakable image had loosened slightly, as if Hermes had finally forgotten himself in the endless years of tasks assigned by Zeus. Then again, something - perhaps his divine control or just aversion to being late - forced him to stop. Hermes was the first to regain absolute control over himself. The only things that gave him away was his rapid breathing and the messy hair you gave him, which was also taken care of very quickly. — Yes — he answered, calmly. It took you a moment to remember what you had asked him, and once you did, a groan of disappointed escaped your lips — However, tomorrow we will wake up much earlier. You smiled at the hidden promise in his words. Hermes checked himself in the mirror one last time before touching your jaw again and forcing you to look into his eyes. — That’s a good knot. Thank you.

Hades

You were lying partially on Hades’ chest and were leaving a trails of small kisses on his exposed skin. Some time ago, a faint light started to seep through the curtains, but you were already awake. Watching Hades sleep was something you never expected to do and you really hoped now that it wasn't a dream. As you left another kiss, you saw how Hades’ head moved slightly. — Oh? — he looked so adorable: sleepy eyes, messy hair and a very lazy smile. You felt so lucky that you had witnessed this side of the king of the Underworld. — Good morning — you smiled back. — Morning, my queen — Hades ran his fingers through his hair, making them even more dishevelled. — Did you sleep well? — you asked, trying really hard to hide your laugh. — Yes, but it doesn't compare to the awakening. Hearing this made you want to kiss him again, but now your fingers also explored his skin, following a track of his sculpted muscles. — Well… I didn’t mean to wake you up… — you kissed him again — It’s just… — and again, — … you teased me. — Oh, really? — Hades grabbed you with his large arms and rolled over with you, so that you were now underneath him. You laughed at the sudden change. For a moment he just looked at you without any particular expression, and then he leaned towards your neck, where he placed a very gentle kiss. His warm breath on your skin, especially on that sensitive spot he found out about last night, made you moan. Hades lifted his head just for a moment to show you his triumphant smile before returning to leave more kisses just below your ear. — You are… aah-h… so… You couldn’t control your body anymore, but was that a reason to be angry? Because you felt so good right now as Hades continued his journey down your chest to your breasts. You ignored weak resistance of your pride and closed your eyes, enjoying the moment. Hades’ lips around your nipples sent shivers your lower parts and as he licked and sucked on them, more moans escaped your lips. You grabbed his hair and arched your back in a fit of passion. — Now, now, who’s the teaser here… — you heard his quiet, deep voice. — Hades… His lips were replaced by his hands now, which slowly massaged your breasts, and Hades' fingers poked your nipples from time to time. — Just look at you — he said slowly — Very naked and very… mine. You couldn’t help but smiled. You opened eyes just to find him watching you. He reached for your head to brushed your hair behind your ear. — I didn’t know you’re such tamer. Hades laughed, his finger was curling your strand of hair. — I didn’t know that either. Looks like you drew it out of me. — Oh, so now it’s my fault? — Well… — he pinched your cheek — What can I say, that’s your charm, dear. You giggled. — Woah, quality save. Hades leaned towards your lips, but stopped an inch before he reached them. — You know, y/n… — he whispered — I'm not a morning person, but you're on your way to changing that. — You seem to have a lot of energy, my king. — And even more ideas on how to use it. Hades wasn’t lying, he had plenty of them.

Qin Shi Huang

You were a light sleeper, so when Qin sat at the edge of the bed, your eyes immediately opened. — Don’t go! — you muttered, and in a sudden burst of desperation, you clutched to Qin’s back and wrapped your arms and legs around his waist like little child. — I’m expected to, my sweet lady — said Qin, but his tone indicated he was open to conviction. — Yesterday you said that you expected your empress to speak loudly about her needs! — you remained — And today I expect you to stay and entertain me! You left a few kisses on his centipede tattoo that ran down his back and smiled in satisfaction as you felt Qin’s body tremble. You pretended to shudder with the cold. — Ugh! I’m so cold! Qin froze for a moment, the sculpted muscles on his back flexed and then before you could blink, he turned around and gently pushed you onto your back. — Cold? — said Qin, outraged — In the presence of the emperor? Unforgivable! Then he lay down close by and he whispered with a smile: — I will handle this matter myself. You giggled as he covered both of you with the duvet, and then pulled you into his chest. He held you tightly in embrace, with his face buried in your hair you felt his warm breath on your neck. — You smell nice — his words made you blush. You started massaging Qin’s muscular arm, feeling his bare skin with your fingers and listening to his slow breathing made your body completely relaxed, to the point where you had to fight with yourself to not fall asleep again. — Qin… — you mumbled. — Yes? — I’m sleepy… — That’s good to hear. You frowned but didn’t open your eyes. — No! I don’t want to sleep again because… because I hate waking up alone! You felt his grip tighten, and then his lips whispered next to your ear: — I’m never too far away. You opened you mouth and closed it almost immediately, feeling ashamed of yourself. — Well… You’re right — you said and sat straight— You have your responsibilities. You should go. — Oh? — you couldn’t help but smile at his disappointed reaction — The duties are where I am! Your attempt of withhold a laugh was mediocre, and soon the huge bedroom you shared was filled with loud laugher from both of you. Qin grabbed your arm and forced you to lie down next to him. — Here I thought I'd rest a little longer… — he sighed. — Oh, so you tried to use me as an excuse then! Qin presented you his false smile that he usually gives to unwanted advisors, and you stuck your tongue out at him in the response, then grabbed his cheek and moved his head towards you, so you could place a kiss on his lips. His hand appeared on your back almost immediately and the other one hid itself in you hair, pulling you closer to his warm body. — It seems you have a new reason to stay — you said once you stopped kissing and looked at the bulge in his pants. — Yes, and it requires an immediate solution. Qin touched your jaw and turned your face towards him. You could drown in his pure, innocence eyes, even now, when he had such dirty thoughts. You giggled, feeling sudden surge of shyness. Qin smacked his lips. — You shouldn’t make emperor wait.

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror x reader #snv x reader #ror hades #ror hermes #ror qin shi huang #ror hermes x reader #ror hades x reader #ror qin shi huang x reader #snv hades x reader #snv hermes x reader #snv qin shi huang x reader #udj

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average-cosmopolitan · 9 months

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After-Lab Escapades

NSFW below the cut AFAB Sub Albedo / gender neutral Dom Reader. Dumbification, oral sex (Albedo receiving), overstimulation, use of term mistress/master, mentions of a safe word that isn’t used (as in, he says “too much” and “too fast”, but is prompted to use the safe word and doesn’t.)

minors DNI.

You look up curiously as Albedo calls your name, tilting your head. He puts away the hot plate, looking up to you. “Are you almost done cleaning the tubes?” he asks, bent all the way over to put it in the cabinet beneath the counter.

You pause for a moment at his position before nodding in confirmation, putting the last tube back on the rack. He quirks an eyebrow, “everything alright?”

You try to take your eyes away from the somewhat compromising position he’s in. Truth be told you’ve been having thoughts about it recently: being between his legs, eating him out for hours on end, ever since you found out he had that anatomy. You aren’t sure why Rhinedottir made him that way, male in every aspect except between the legs. Nevertheless, the thought has plagued your mind ever since.

He calls your name again, seeing you zoning out. He takes his gloves off and quickly washes his hands in the sink, dries them and then walks over to caress your cheek with his now cold hand. It brings you back to reality, looking at his pretty face staring at you.

“I’m alright. Sorry, just—“ “What thought are you so hung up on, darling?” He interrupts, sharp and observant as always. Albedo’s expression turns stern. If you lie, he’ll know… and if you’re blunt you might get a funny reaction from him. So, you decide to just say it. “Would you let me eat you out?”

“…”

Albedo’s face slowly turns red. “Wh—“ he almost yells your name, settling for a taken-aback quiet-yell, “Here?? We’re in the lab— what’re you thinking!?”, he says, flushing further as he looks over at the unlocked door.

You roll your eyes, “You asked.”

He thinks it over for a moment. It’s late, and no one should be in the building anymore. But still, this is the lab in the Knights of Favonius HQ, since you wouldn’t have made it back to Dragonspine in time for the ingredients to not spoil. It was time sensitive…

Albedo slowly calms down, still with a nervous flush. “f-fine. Just… be gentle…” he mumbles, looking away, shifting nervously. You chuckle, backing him up until he’s up against one of the lower tables. He gasps lightly, putting his hands back against it for balance. You lean in to kiss his neck, and one of his hands comes back up to rest on the back of your head.

You nip at the star marking on his throat, and he shivers at the special attention. He tries to close his legs on instinct, but your knee is already in between them. He holds back a whine when you bring it up against his clothed crotch.

He murmurs your name, sucking in a breath when you suck a light hickey into his neck. Your hands slide down to his hips, then forward to unbutton his pants. In one swift movement you strip down both his pants and underwear, and he gasps at the sudden movement. You push him onto the table, and flinches when his bare ass meets the cold table.

He suddenly feels all too exposed, especially when you grab his thighs tightly and spread them apart. Albedo’s eyes widen when you drop to your knees to be face-level with his now exposed pussy, blushing profusely.

He looks away when you lean forward, expecting you to go right for it. He opens his eyes again when he feels your lips on his thigh. Slowly kissing up his inner thigh, open-mouthed and hot. So very close, but never quite getting to his most sensitive area. Teasing him, as he begins to shift in place. “Please…” he whispers, interlocking his ankles behind your head.

You chuckle, simply continuing. His cunt is getting all leaky and wet, slick sliding down onto the table. And though it pains you to waste, it’s so cute to see him try to wriggle his hips to tempt you. Starting to whine lowly and tighten his thighs involuntarily around your head before realizing he’s preventing you from moving by doing so.

“P-please? I’ve been good…” he says, pitch higher than he would’ve liked, starting to sound desperate and pathetic. You look up, his usually piercing blue eyes now looking down at you with desperation. “Then beg,” you respond simply, and very matter-of-factly. He clears his throat, looking away, before sighing. “Please…? I’ve been so good… pleeaaase, mistress/master? I’ll do anything, just please, please… fuck me with your tongue. Please?”

You hum, pretending to be deciding. He whimpers, trying to start again “Please, just— A-Ah!!” he gasps as you lick all the way up his folds, your fingers peeling them apart holding them open. He whimpers as you latch your lips around his clit to suck on it, biting his lip to keep from making too much noise.

He glances back at the door, a worried thought about any noises echoing down the halls passing through his mind. Well, that’s before you wrap your arms around his thighs and pull his hips closer and begin to ravenously devour his cunt, lapping up his slick and hitting all the right spots.

Albedo squirms slightly, gasping out and letting our strangled moans, thighs squeezing around your head. You only continue, sliding your tongue in and out of his sopping hole. You feel him flutter around your tongue, a prolonged whimper ripping itself from his throat. Gods, he’s so sensitive. Why does he have to be so sensitive?

He can’t help but buck his hips into your mouth, with a “Ghhk! Wai— ah! You’re going too, mmh! f-fast!!”. You promptly ignore him, shoving your tongue in and out of his slit faster and faster. Soon, he bucks his hips faster and tightens around your tongue, stuttered yelps of “C-coming!” coming from his pretty bitten lips.

He gushes around your tongue, gasping out your name once more as his eyes roll back, arms faltering to keep himself up on the table. He promptly lowers himself down onto the table to avoid falling if his arms fully give out. He pants, trying to recover for a moment.

He shifts to look back down at you, since you’ve been silent for a good moment, before he jolts and gasps at the feeling of two fingers plunging into his used cunt, scissoring him open. “W-Wait! I just came, I— Ahh! NGH!!” he lets out a small, overstimulated scream when your fingers curl and find that little spongy spot inside him.

“Remember our safe word, ‘bedo?” You ask, pausing momentarily. He slowly nods, nervously looking away. A beat of silence passes as you give him a moment to say it… and nothing. You chuckle, starting to thrust your fingers into him and hitting that spongey spot dead on every time. At the same time you start to lick and suck at his clit.

He cries out, arching his back away from the table, jerking and squirming slightly. You hold his hips firmly in place as his toes curl. Albedo, who is usually so in control of himself, involuntarily writhing and letting out cut-off shrieks of pleasure under your tongue.

Quicker than he’d like to admit he reaches his peak again, this time squirting on your fingers and tongue. He quickly bites down on his wrist, screaming against it, luckily muffling it (Tch. You’ll have to do this again back on Dragonspine so you can hear his cute little screams in full. How annoying). Alongside that, a single tear runs down his face, as he whimpers pathetically in the aftermath.

When you start up yet again, he starts to plead halfway incoherently- “N-no! I just came tw— Agh~! Twice! Mmmmnh—! Mistress/Master, pleaaAAHN!! *hic* Please! Too much, toomuchtoomuchtoomuch!!”. But still no safe word, as he squirms and writhes, tears and drool running freely down his face. His body convulses and jerks around, but you’re still able to keep his hips still enough to devour him like he’s your last meal.

He whimpers and cries “MerCY— AAHN~!” over and over, and no safe word. Sobbing when you stuff a third and forth finger into his his leaky, red pussy. He shakes his head, your fingers dragging against his gummy walls as you pound him with your fingers and licking up his folds.

He’s babbling incoherently and lets out a wail of pleasure, going completely limp on the table as he gushes around your fingers one last time. He pants heavily, twitching and whining stupidly when you pull your fingers out of him, a string of arousal staying connected to them for a moment.

He lifts his hips dumbly, a dazed look on his face as he tries to get you to sink them back into him. Albedo looks so debauched, hair stuck to his forehead, hair all messy from his squirming, tear tracks down his face. You wipe away a trail of drool from his lips and chin, after wiping the slick off your own.

He reaches out, unsteadily sitting up to take your wrist, bringing your hand to his mouth as he takes your fingers into his mouth, tired mind remembering to clean up after himself. He lets out a low groan at the taste of his own juices, sucking on your fingers and eventually pulling away.

You chuckle lowly, looking down at him.

“Good boy, Albedo.”

Note:

*Comes out of no where after a long time* *Throws you Albedo content (my baby boy)* Do not question. Simply enjoy. Thank you.

#dom reader #dom!reader #sub character #sub genshin #sub genshin x dom reader #sub!genshin #sub genshin impact #sub albedo #sub!albedo #dumbification

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sinsirellaxx · 2 months

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can you write a pt. 2 of theodore falling in love with another where theo sees you move on and realizes he still loves you, and possibly a second chance?🥹 if you can’t that’s okay❤️

The grass on the other side PT. 2

Theodore Nott x Reader

A/N: Thank you for the request! x

Theodore watched you laugh with your friends, his eyes narrow and his jaw tight. He was brooding. His throat suddenly felt as dry as sandpaper when the boy next to you placed his hand on your shoulder, drawing another laugh from you with the nonsense he was surely spitting.

He suddenly felt the strong urge to whip out his wand and hex the boy across the room. Theodore stood up from his spot and walked out of the Great Hall, his appetite gone. He was confused and overwhelmed by the negative thoughts swirling around in his head. He had wanted this: wanted to end the relationship with you because he couldn’t stand looking into your eyes anymore. So, why were his hands trembling from anger? Why was he consumed by the green-eyed monster – the thought of you being touched by anyone else but him made him want to rip his hair out.

He heard his new fling call after him, but he didn’t bother acknowledging her or turning around.

He suddenly hated her.

Theodore had never regretted anything in his life before, but the reality of you having moved on humbled him quickly. The only thing he could think about was you – you must have hexed him or snuck in a love potion into his morning drink. No matter how much he entertained that thought he knew that was impossible. You wouldn’t bother with stupid intrigues like that. You were too pure – too lovely for that.

Over the next few days, he avoided his new fling at all cost, while trying to stalk you as best as he could. He was curious – did you have a new boyfriend? Did you move on?

When he overheard that boy talking about how hot you were the next day, he made it his mission to make him suffer and regret talking to you. After he had talked to your new lover-boy he had expected anything but you turning up at his door with your hands on your hips. He always thought you were the prettiest when angered.

“Why the fuck did you do it?”

Cocky as always, Theodore only smirked at you, staring you up and down before finally parting his lips to talk.

“He overstepped my boundaries.” He tall male explained with a shrug, emphasizing the word that you had liked to use so frequently in your relationship. Boundaries.

You scoffed, “What boundaries are you talking about?”

“Isn’t it clear? He touched what’s mine.” And just as fast the smirk was back on his face, he crossed his arms in front of his chest, leaning against the door frame as he stepped closer to you.

Your lips parted in surprise. You had always known Theodore Nott to be an arrogant asshole, but this took the cake.

“Go fuck yourself, Nott.” Is all you managed to say before turning to leave, his eyes fixed on your hips as he watched you walk away.

He’d seen the excitement in your eyes, you couldn’t hide from him – he knew you too well. He closed the door softly after you were out of his sight and that night, he could finally sleep in peace with the knowledge that soon, he’d have you in his arms again.

#theodore nott fanfiction #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott #theo nott x reader

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doitforbangchan · 5 months

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Honeyy, requests still open? Can i ask for jealous reader believe a fake rumor about hyunjin romantically going out with another idol who is about to work with, so reader becames the last romantic and appears on his door late at night, to fight for his love since he's her man who isn't her man, but still is her man ❤ (pls, let the girl win his heart and the D too 🤧)

Requests are indeed open bestie!!

I hope you like this and it's what you were looking for!!

Never want to wake up - Hyunjin

Pairing : Hyunjin x reader (afab!)

Warnings: Fem! reader, Smut, unprotected sex, cursing, angst, pet names, slut used negatively, friends to lovers. Not proof read :)

WC: 2.4k

MDNI 18+

Your body was frozen, the news headline staring right back at you from your phone.

‘STRAYKIDS’ HYUNJIN RUMORED TO BE DATING ITZY'S YEJI’

This can’t really be true, can it? Hyunjin was your best friend, and had been for years before he was ever an idol. Surely he would have told you about this?

Then again, he has been reeaaallllyy busy lately. Too busy to even answer your calls. That would certainly explain why he’s suddenly dropped off the face of the earth from you.

It all made sense now. Still re-reading the article you could not stop the tears that fell from your eyes. Truth is, you’ve been in love with him for years. He is the only guy you’ve ever really loved. None of the other guys could even hold a candle to him. That's also the reason none of those relationships ever worked out, they weren’t him. They never treated you as well, never were there for you when you cried, never took care of you like he had.

It’s not like you could really blame Hyunjin for going for a girl like Yeji. She was incredibly gorgeous. And you were…. Just you. As you always had been

“Fuck this.” You hissed clutching your phone, closing the article. You couldn’t just sit here in your pity, missing him like you had been for weeks. Time to take your mind off it. Maybe by being under someone else.

Your back met the wall of the grimy club, the guy in front of you attacking your neck with sloppy kisses, his hands roaming your ass. He was cute enough. Not Hyunjin cute but really no man will ever be. It’s that thought that keeps you hesitant to reciprocate, even though it was you who flirted with him first and initiated this interaction. The man, San, had his hands wandering under the hem of your short dress, clutching your rear and forcing himself into you.

This was quickly becoming too much; the hands on you, his mouth on your body, the smell of this guy. He wasn’t Hyunjin.

You put your hands on his chest, trying to lightly push him away from you.

“San, stop” You mumbled, now becoming more forceful when he doesn't move from you.

“Hmm?” His mouth was still on your neck.

“I-I’m sorry but I..I can’t do this.” You manage to get out. He pulls back from you to peer over you, disgust now filling his eyes.

He scoffs, “Oh I see what your little game is. You’re a fucking tease. Acting like a slut then running away at the last second. Well not with me.” He turns and walks back to the bar not sparing you another glance.

Feeling your shoulders drop at his words to you, the reality of what you had done was setting in.

‘What the fuck is wrong with me? When did I become this person?’ The answer was clear.

Hyunjin was what was wrong.

Your mind was running a million miles an hour, and before you could stop yourself you collected yourself and ran out the exit. You had to see him. Had to speak with him.

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Hyunjin woke with a start, the pounding at his front door seeming to never end. He blearily looked at the time on his alarm clock. Who is trying to come over at 1 am?

Heaving himself out of bed and to the front door, he was ready to chew out whoever was disturbing his sleep, until he opened the door and saw you standing there. In the skimpiest dress he had ever seen you wear, makeup messed up and arms wrapped around your body.

“Y/n?” He asked, confused.

“Uh hey Hyun.” You could see he was clearly fast asleep when you disturbed him. “I really didn't mean to wake you. I’m sorry I’m just being stupid, I’ll go. Sorry again.” You turned to leave, humiliated now, when he reached for you by your arm to stop you.

“No, what's wrong? Are you ok? Did you just come from the club?” He really had no idea what was going on. All he knew is that you looked like you needed help. He would always help you.

Your shoulders were shaking, the nerves coming back at you full force now that you were here in front of him. You took a deep breath before beginning, “I just…. I was out at that shitty club downtown, and there was this guy…”

Hyunjin held his breath waiting for your next words. Did he hurt you? Take advantage of you? Hyunjin would kill anyone who would do that to you.

“A-and the thing is.. He wasn’t you, Hyunjin. I tried so hard to forget about you and Yeji but your face was all I could see when he was kissing me.”

He tried to interrupt you “Y/n I-”

“No! Let me finish! It’s taking all I have to even get this far so please let me finish.” He nodded at you to continue.

“I know I could never hold a candle to her. Yeji is beautiful. And talented. And everything a man could want. You guys really do make a handsome couple. But that doesn’t mean it’s not killing me inside, to see you together. The truth is. I’m in love with you Hyunjin. I have been for literal years. For me it’s always been you. I know you don’t feel the same I just had to tell yo-”

Hyunjin cut you off, crashing his lips into yours and cradling the back of your head. Before you could even register what happened, he pulled back from you, his breath fanning over your lips.

“I love you too, Y/n.” And he brought you in for another kiss. This time you reciprocated it. He could taste no alcohol in your mouth so knew you were sober.

This definitely wasn’t how you saw this interaction going. You thought for sure he’d tell you to leave, to never come near him or his girlfriend again. Oh shit, Yeji!

Finding his chest with your hands you shoved him off slightly. “Hyunjin, you can't. What about Yeji? I’m not a homewrecker!”

He laughed at your statement. “You’re right, in order for you to be a homewrecker there has to be one for you to wreck. There’s nothing going on between Yeji and I.”

Huh? “But I saw the article, the picture of you both together. I thought…”

He placed a sweet kiss on your forehead. “We’re working on a performance together. We are dance partners, that's all, sweet girl.”

Dance partners. That’s all. You felt so stupid. You brought your hands to your face, trying to cover your humility. He grabbed your hands, prying them from you, “Hey look at me. It’s okay I promise. I know I’ve kinda been unreachable lately. I have so much to prepare for, I really haven't had any time on my phone. I should have reached out though to at least let you know what was going on. I am so sorry for keeping you in the dark. I never meant to do that to you.” He held your face with both of his hands, looking into your eyes.

“You have no idea how much I’m in love with you.” That was all you needed. Launching yourself at him, mouths colliding. The kiss was everything you ever wanted. You could practically feel his love in that kiss.

“Come on,” He mumbled to you, “let's get inside before my neighbors see what I’m about to do to you.” He hauled you into his home, mouth hands never leaving you.

You felt a tingle at his words, and let out a little moan. The noise certainly didn't go unnoticed by Hyunjin, “Unless you want them to see you a mess for me? I always knew you were dirty.” He teased you.

Shaking your head no, “Uh uh. Want you to take me to your bed.”

He closed the door behind you and led you into his room.

“There's my little romantic. You really are perfect for me.” You melted at his words.

Hyunjin flicked on the low lights in his bedroom, there was no way he would let your first time together be in the dark. He wanted to see all of you.

He pressed your mouths together again, standing at the end of his bed. He let his hands fall to your waist, then to your exposed thighs, rubbing small comforting circles.

“If you don’t want this, you have to tell me now. I don’t think I could let you go once I have you.” He whispered, giving you breathing room.

You circled your arms around his shoulders, mouth finding his ear. “I want this more than you know. Want you so bad, Jinnie.”

He groaned at your words, moving to slowly remove the dress from your body. He wanted to savor every moment.

You let him pull the garment over your head and throw it to the side. You saw the exact moment he realized you weren't wearing a bra, this particular dress not needing one. His eyes widened, giving you a cheeky smirk as he pushed you onto his bed back first. He crawled over you slowly, mouth trailing kisses up your body until his mouth rejoined yours. Hyunjin let his hands find the soft skin of your breasts, fingers circling and pulling at your nipples, causing your hips to buck and grind on his growing erection.

“Jinnie” He seriously could listen to your whines all day, “ Please Jinnie. Need you.”

You reached your hands down to the waistband of his pj pants, sticking one inside the garment to grasp him. He let out a gasp at the contact, giving you a slight grind into your hand. His dick was so soft.

One of his own hands traveled down your body, finding your panties and tugging them off your body, letting his fingers find your clit. When he made contact with you you arched further into him, whimpers falling freely.

He cooed at you, “So wet sweet girl. Who made you this wet, huh?” Continuing to give you light fluttering touches, sweeping his fingers up and down your pussy.

“You. You Jinnie always you.” Your words made his eyes roll back into this head. Your hand stroked over him, the movement from your grasp remaining consistent. You felt one of his long fingers run over your opening, before he inserted it into you, drawing a long moan form your mouth.

“Fuck, so tight around my finger, Baby. I wonder what you’ll feel like around my cock.” He gave you shallow thrusts with his pointer finger, adding his middle finger to join the one that was stuffed in you. Your hips were bucking, the grip on his dick tightened and he hissed. “Easy sweet girl, you gotta be gentle with it.”

“M’ sorry Jinnie. Just need you so bad. Need you to fuck me.” You looked up at him with glassy doe eyes. Fuck me eyes.

“Ok baby. Ok.” He removed his fingers from your hole, and brought the fingers up to his mouth giving them a lick. Your taste alone could have had him busting in his pants. “But I wont fuck you. Not tonight. Tonight I am going to make love to you.”

You wanted to cry at his words. You removed your hand from his member, and helped him push the fabric down his thighs revealing his cock in all its glory. And it was glorious indeed. Long and pale, head red and leaking ready to take you. He reached over to his bedside table to pull out a condom but you stopped him. “I have an IUD and I'm clean. Just wanna feel you raw.”

Fuck you were perfect.

Hyunjin positioned himself above your entrance, giving himself a light squeeze before he lowered his tip into you, breaching your walls.

The sound you let out was straight pornographic. Never in your entire life had you ever been filled so deliciously. Hyunhin was feeling the same way, your body taking him completely in one thrust.

“Oh fuck, baby. Your pussy was made to take me.” He let in a grunt of pleasure.

You nodded dumbly, “Uh huh. Please move, Jinnie. Please pleaaassseee” Arms once again around his shoulders.

He mouths at the skin on your neck and gives you another thrust. You were impatient though and brought your hips up to meet his, craving the friction.

Sensing your impatience, he throws one of your legs over his hips and begins to drive into you.

If he thought you were loud before he had no idea. He was sure he would have an angry note on his door by the morning. It was all worth it, though, to see your pleasure. To be the one to give you that pleasure.

He could hear the sound of your wetness with each thrust, giving him another sign you were enjoying it.

Your nails were running down his back, leaving red marks in their wake but neither of you cared. The feeling of him was too good. You knew you weren't going to last long. You had wanted this for literal years.

“Jin. I'm gonna cum.” You warned him. His fingers returned to your clit and rubbed tight, quick circles over it, trying to help you get there.

“Cum for me, my love.” That sent you over the edge, a sob leaving your mouth at his words. He held you close to him as your body shook with your orgasm, whispering about how much he loved you and how lucky he was that you were his now. His thrusts didn't slow even as he himself reached his high, filling you to the brim with his sticky essence. His moans of pleasure almost made you cum again, it was the sweetest sound you had ever heard.

Only when he heard your soft whimpers of overstimulation did he stop, giving you a sloppy kiss before pulling out. He watched his cum leak out of you, feeling another wave of ecstasy course through him at the sight.

He curled you into him as he laid next to you, rubbing up and down your stomach sensually.

“I really love you y/n. I’m so happy you feel the same way.” He dropped a kiss to your head.

“I love you Hyun. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. This feels like a dream.” Your voice was raspy from your previous moaning.

Hyunjin chuckled at your words.

“If this is a dream then I never want to wake up.”

#stray kids #skz smut #stray kids x reader #hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #hyunjin smut #request #thank you for the request #love you #🍯 answers #🍯#doitforbangchan

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lesbianpepsi · 11 months

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love not at first sight

pairing: sam carpenter x fem!reader

summary: sam witnesses an intruder breaking in through her window at night...

words: 3.790k

warnings: pepper spraying, punching, swearing, bad writing

authors note: i'm sick, i'm sad and i'm sober. so i decided to drag my ass out of writers block and write about my wife

It was a dull Friday night in the Carpenter apartment; Tara out with her friends partying -much to Sam's dissatisfaction-, Quinn over at one of her boy toys apartment definitely having much more fun than Sam, who sat alone in her living room watching a movie with a glass of red wine.

The movie didn't interest Sam at all, to be honest she only really put on the first movie she saw so she wouldn't be alone in silence.

Sam always enjoyed solitude before the hallucinations, she used to love being alone with her thoughts. But ever since she found out that Billy fucking Loomis was her father, she's never been able to truly enjoy her alone time as she used to.

Paranoid at any given moment she'll hear his voice telling her to make her dark thoughts a reality.

As the movie reached its end Sam sighed, finishing off her wine with it.

The gnawing feeling of protectiveness hit her at the thought of Tara out there partying with her friends. Sam really hated Tara constantly going out to parties, the fear of not knowing where Tara is at all times scaring her more than she'd like to admit.

Sam stood up slowly from the couch as she pulled her phone out of her back pocket, unlocking it to send Tara another message.

Sam (8:45pm): If you need me, call me and I'll be there straight away.

Tara (9:21pm): ok

Sam (10:13pm): I'm heading off to bed soon, I've left the door unlocked for you, please don't stay out too late.

Tara (11:38pm): thx

Sam (12:12am): It's getting quite late now, Tara. Please be back before one, I don't like you staying out so late.

Sam stared at the screen for a few minutes in hopes Tara would respond quickly, but it didn't surprise her when she didn't. Shutting her phone off she shoved it back into her jean pocket, heading towards the dark kitchen with her empty glass of wine.

How sad is this, Sam thought sarcastically to herself as she dropped the glass next to the sink, leaning against the counter for a moment.

Just for that moment she heard a sound, it was essentially non audible, but somehow Sam heard it.

Turning around so her back faced the counter Sam slowly opened the drawer and grabbed the one of many pepper sprays, gripping it tightly in her right hand.

The room fell silent.

Sam's eyes peered around the kitchen frantically, desperately trying to figure out where that noise came from.

When suddenly the kitchen window began rolling open slowly, and a few moments later a figure emerged.

The kitchen wasn't lit with any light which didn't allow Sam to see the intruders face, using that to her advantage she creeped towards the person who had no clue Sam was there.

"I'm never touching fucking jäger again." A feminine voice slurred out, wobbling towards the wall, aimlessly looking out for a light switch.

Sam's steps were featherlight as she crept behind her, her eyes cold and dark as the woman's hand found the light switch on the wall.

The lights flickered on causing the woman to groan as she turned away, her body turning to look at Sam.

Before the woman could do anything Sam without hesitation pepper sprayed the woman right in her eyes erupting a loud scream from the woman.

"Who the fuck are you?!" Sam yelled darkly as she stepped back, the screaming woman covering her already crying red eyes.

"Who the fuck are you?!" You yelled back, copying Sam's words but with much more emotion compared to Sam's tone void of one. "My eyes! I think I'm going blind?!" You screeched, Sam rolled her eyes coldly as she threateningly raised her hand up again, holding the pepper spray.

"Why are you in my apartment?" Sam demanded her patience for this drunken stranger running thin.

"My eyes are burning, oh god they're melting off aren't they?" You whined before she coughed aggressively, completely dismissing Sam's question. "Why did you attack me?" You screamed as you dropped your hands from your eyes, revealing your red bloodshot eyes with red puffy skin, tears flowing out of your eyes at a rapid pace.

"Why wouldn't I?" Sam spat out as she lowered her hand back down, although you were a complete stranger she knew she meant no harm and was only a drunken fool.

You scoffed as you glared at Sam, coughing as you covered your hand over your mouth. "Look, I don't care if you're one of Danny's sleeping buddies, I will kick your ass out of my apartment."

Danny?

"Your apartment? This is my apartment you fucking idiot, nobody named Danny even lives here!" You blinked frowned as you opened your mouth to argue, your eyes finally scanning the scenery around you, finally you noticed that this wasn't your apartment.

Your burning eyes widened dramatically as you turned to look at Sam, eyes not even focused on her.

"You're not one of Brackett's bum buddies?" You questioned in a slurring voice. Sam grimaced at the thought as she figured out you somehow knew Danny, her new friend.

"Danny doesn't even live here, lady. He lives in the apartment complex opposite of here." Sam explained through gritted teeth as she pointed towards the window you came from, pointing towards the other apartment building.

"Oh." You mumbled. Sam scoffed as she nodded her head. "Yes, oh."

"Where the fuck am I then?" Sam was about to strangle you, she swears on her dead fathers grave.

"You're in my house, not yours and Danny's, and I'd really appreciate it if you'd fuck off." Sam explained as she stormed off past you, hitting you in the shoulders as she headed towards the door.

You scoffed loudly as you sloppily turned around to peer at where Sam was going. "No need to be rude, Miss Pepper Spray." You said, laughing a little at your own words as if you were the funniest person on earth.

Sam rolled her eyes as she opened the door with force, leaning against the door. "You live with Danny Brackett?" She asked to which you nodded her head, walking towards Sam, almost tripping over yourself in your high heels.

"How do you know, Miss Pepper Spray?" You mumbled as you walked past Sam, leaving the apartment in whole.

Sam felt ever so tempted to slam the door shut and forget about you, but that gnawing feeling of letting you walk alone in the night didn't feel right to Sam. Especially since you were having issues seeing because Sam had pepper sprayed you.

Biting the inside of her cheeks she watched as you wandered to the opposite end of where the stairs were, talking to yourself at how much your eyes hurt.

"Fuck sakes." Sam grumbled before she marched towards you, dragging you back into the apartment.

"Stop moving so fast!" You whined as Sam shut the door, walking towards the dining table still holding your forearm.

Sam ignored you as she forcefully sat you down on one of the wooden chairs, turning her back on you a few seconds later to grab a 'Pepper Spray Antidote' spray from the same draw she got the pepper spray.

A purchase she had made many months ago after Chad peppered sprayed himself in the eyes.

"Am I back home?" You asked as Sam approached you, her eyes still cold as she grabbed at your jaw, making you look up at her.

Your painfully red eyes widened at the hold. "Don't kill my eyes again please!"

Sam rolled her eyes as she showed you the spray. "This will help with the pain." Sam told you, to which you beamed at. She took that as permission as she stepped closer to you, standing between your legs as she stared down at you. Carefully she began spraying a large amount of the liquid into your eyes, her grip on your jaw softening the slightest.

As Sam suddenly noticed the closeness she couldn’t help but notice how utterly gorgeous you are.

Every single feature about you Sam couldn’t help but find attractive. Your hair, your figure, your lips, your small relieved smile and even your eyes, even when slightly swollen and bloodshot she could still admire your beauty.

Was it the wrong time to think that?

Once she sprayed more than enough on both eyes she dropped the spray onto the table. "Better?" Sam asked, you nodded your head slowly as Sam felt you lean into her hand. "Still hurts like a bitch though."

"Can you see better?" She questioned once again; her voice had softened but you couldn't tell the difference.

"Kinda."

"Good enough." She mumbled as she dropped her hand from your jaw. "I'm taking you back to your actual apartment now, lady. So c'mon."

"Lady? That's fancy." You snorted as you wobbly stood up, arms spread out as you tried to balance yourself.

Sam tried not to facepalm at the entire situation, it made it even harder since Sam for some reason made it her duty to look after you.

"Can you walk?" She asked impatiently, her eyes flickering down to your heels. You looked down with Sam, giggling like a child.

"Jesus, I forgot how big these heels are." Sam sighed as she looked around the apartment to see if there were any trainers near. Her eyes landed on her old Nike trainers, those will do, she thought to herself as she went over to grab them.

Picking them up off of the floor she returned to you. "Do you want to walk back home in these?" You nodded your head greedily at that.

"Please, my feet are killing me more than my eyes." You slurred as you dropped back down onto the chair. Slowly, you took off your heels with a relieved moan.

Not wanting to waste more time, Sam simply dropped to her knees and put the shoes on for you.

"Holy shit, I'm like cinderella." You laughed drunkenly as you looked down at Sam with amusement. Sam huffed as she gazed back up at you, an unamused look on her face. "And you're my prince charming, well, my princess charming. Girls do it better anyway."

Amen to that

Sam stood up swiftly as she offered her hand to you, to which you accepted with a lazy smile. "Thank you my princess charming who pepper sprays people."

The corners of Sam's mouth twitched upwards to which she instantly fought the urge to smile.

"Stop calling me that." Sam mumbled as she walked alongside the slightly more sobered up you, taking slow steps.

"But Miss Pepper Spray Princess Charming is such a good name." You argued with a grin as you walked much straighter than beforehand, still swaying from side to side but it had decreased compared to earlier.

Sam rolled her eyes as your high heels dangled from her hands. "Just call me my real name, Sam."

You turned to look at her with hazy eyes as you smiled widely. "Sam." You said slowly, as if you were testing her name. "I'll just call you princess Sam then."

Sam sighed instantly and she regretted telling you her name, more focused on making sure you'll make it home safely Sam stayed silent.

"So, princess Sam, you wanna guess my name?" You asked, breaking the silence that Sam hoped would fill the walk to Danny's apartment.

"No." Sam grunted as she walked in front of you while walking down the stairs, just in case you'd fall on her, Sam breaking your fall.

You rolled your eyes at Sam's boring answer. "No isn't my name. Try again?"

"Can't we walk in silence until we arrive at yours and Danny's apartment?" You shook your head with a goofy grin as Sam held the door open for you, giggling as you walked past her. "Thank you princess charming Sam, and the answer is no. So guess!"

"Jesus Christ." The tall woman muttered under her breath as she walked by your side, her shoulder touching yours. You snorted as you turned to look at her with an amused expression. "I ain't the big J."

"Annoying?" Sam said sarcastically.

"You're really bad at this guessing game you know." You mumbled as you accidentally leaned closer to Sam as you walked.

Sam huffed a dry laugh as she looked around the quiet street before she crossed the road with you.

"And you really know how to be fucking annoying."

"That's kinda of a cunt thing to say rather than charming, princess Sam." You remarked with a giggle.

Sam's jaw tightened as she would've rather went to the party with Tara rather than have to deal with you, a drunken stranger breaking into her house.

"You're just gonna give up on the guessing game?" You teased with a slight slur still audible to your voice.

Sam nodded her head curtly as she opened the double doors to the apartment complex, holding it open for you once again.

"Guess you'll never find out then." You said as you strolled over to the elevator, grinning to yourself as you entered it.

"How sad." She spat out sarcastically. Sam followed as she stood next to you, who's leaning against the wall.

You clicked the button '7' and within a second the doors closed as a soft hum of elevator music filled up the metal box, taking the two of you upwards.

You hummed along with the music, eyes focused on the small digital clock on top of the doors. Sam studied you -who was completely unaware of her peering eyes- with an un described expression.

Had it been anyone else Sam would've thrown them out without a second thought, maybe even gone further than pepper spraying if the person fought back. But she's going all the steps with you, a complete stranger who randomly lives with her friend.

Is she only doing this in case Danny would find out she had kicked out his venerable and stupid roommate at night, or was it something else?

Sam isn't sure herself.

The elevator dinged loudly dragging Sam out of her thoughts, you sighed as you sluggishly walked out of the elevator, Sam following behind you.

You walked over to the apartment door to which Sam quickly wrapped her long slender fingers around your wrist, dragging you towards the correct door she knew Danny Brackett lived in.

"My saviour, princess Sam." You giggled to yourself.

Sam had completely run out of her patience by this moment, her body tired as she had to deal with this drunken stranger.

Banging on the door roughly with her hand in a tight fist, she stayed like that until a pissed off Danny opened the door.

His eyes widened in confusion as he took in the scene of you, still drunk and leaning against Sam and Sam with an unamused expression.

"You're lucky I didn't kill her." She mumbled to him. You grinned as you noticed Danny, throwing your arms up in the air.

"Ignore her Danny, Princess Sam is just grumpy." You told him as you walked past him, turning to look at Sam one final time, grinning like a fool as you waved enthusiastically. "Bye princess charming Sam."

Sam rolled her eyes as she fluttered her eyes away from your figure to Danny's very apparent smirk.

"Princess Sam?" He asked with amusement, Sam shook her head in annoyance. "Don't."

He laughed as he crossed his arms over his chest, glancing back at you tripping into your room before he leaned against the doorframe.

"Did you see her at the club?" He asked to which Sam shook her head, stifling a dry laugh.

"She broke into my apartment thinking it was yours, so I pepper sprayed her." Danny's eyes widened dramatically as she did a double take back to the direction of your room.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry Sam. That couldn't have been nice. Y/n is such a stupid twat when she gets hammered." He apologised with a sympathetic smile. "Thank you for making sure she got home safe though, even though what she did was just stupid."

Y/n, that name suits her, Sam can't help but think.

Sam laughed for the first time that day as she nodded her head in agreement with him. "Very."

He sighed as he rubbed his eyes with his index finger and thumb. "I'm gonna go make sure she doesn't choke on her own puke. Again, sorry about her."

"Goodnight, Danny." Sam said with a crooked smile before she turned to leave, more desperate to get to her bed than before.

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That night it didn’t take long for Sam to fall asleep. Tara was thankfully back in the apartment and fast asleep in her bed before Sam had even arrived back, which granted Sam permission to lock the door.

Sam couldn’t help but think about you as she fell asleep, much to her annoyance. Her mind kept wandering back to you at any given moment.

Why hadn’t she heard Danny mention you before? How much did you have to drink? How the fuck could someone be so breath takingly beautiful even when shitfaced? Did you think of Sam before you fell asleep?

Eventually Sam managed to fall asleep and stayed asleep for the rest of the night until the day. For the first time in a long time, Sam didn’t have a shift the next morning so the woman could have a much needed lay in.

Waking up around eleven Tara had somehow awakened before her, tiredly making her hangover breakfast. Sam grinned as she entered the kitchen to greet her sister, feeling much better than her younger sister.

The two chatted amongst each other as Sam helped Tara cook since she was convinced Tara was the absolute worst cook ever, always burning or undercooking her meals. After the two had made their meals they moved to eat it in the living room, Tara putting on Brooklyn Nine Nine for them to watch.

As they began eating a loud knock was heard at the door, Tara groaned at the loud noise as Sam sighed getting up from the comfy couch. She placed her plate on the coffee table before she walked over to the door, looking through the peephole she was surprised to see you standing there wearing thick black sunglasses and a small backpack.

Sam hesitated for a moment but reluctantly unlocked the door for you, leaning against the doorframe once she opened the door. You gave Sam a nervous smile as your hand went to lay on the back of your neck.

“Hey, Sam.” You croaked out in a much more sober voice compared to the one you had last night. “Did you sleep well?” You added after a few seconds.

Sam shrugged her shoulders as her eyes gazed at your face, a weird feeling tugging at her heartstrings the longer she gazed at your sunglasses, knowing you were hiding your swollen red eyes.

“Slept as well as a robber after a successful break in.” You chuckled as you nodded your head weakly, your hand dropping from your neck. “I guess that wasn’t the best way to meet, was it?”

Sam scoffed loudly. “No it was not.”

You smiled nervously at the woman as Sam noticed a small blush appearing on your cheeks. “I’m really sorry about that, by the way. I drank way too much, and I know that’s not an excuse for my actions, but the alcohol definitely didn’t help me in any way.” You apologised with an awkward laugh.

For some reason Sam found amusement in the entire situation, fighting the urge to smile because of you once again. “Yeah, I heard you mumbling something about never touching jäger again.”

You automatically winced at the words as if they were revolting, this time Sam couldn’t help but let out a dry laugh at the sight. “I’m honestly impressed I can even stand up straight right now. I had like sixteen shots of jäger from a drinking game.” You said as you pointed at your sunglasses. “Which explains why I'm wearing these glasses indoors, I cannot handle light at all right now. Plus I didn’t want to traumatise people with my fucked up eyes.”

“At least the glasses make you look like a bodyguard.” Sam inquired with a small smile tugging at her lips, you laughed as you nodded your head. “Robber by night, con artist by day.” You say grinning.

Sam laughs at the stupid joke, the corner of her eyes crinkling as her lips curl upwards in a larger smiler.

Why the fuck am I laughing so hard, that was a shit joke.

“Anyway, I came here for another reason other than apologising.” You explained as you shrugged off your bag. Sam watched you carefully as you took out Sam’s borrowed pair of shoes, smiling nervously as you passed them back over. “Thanks for letting me borrow these, Princess Charming.”

Sam rolled her eyes as she snatched the shoes from you, biting her inner cheek. “Just call me Sam..”

You shook your head as you smirked, letting out a low laugh as you zipped your bag back closed, throwing it over your shoulders. “But you’re the princess charming to my cinderella.”

“Whatever.” Sam muttered with a small smile.

You sighed as you glanced down the hallway before you looked back at Sam, your mouth opening to say something before you abruptly shut it before any words could be uttered. Pursing your lips you nodded your head at Sam.

“See you around, Sam.”

Sam almost frowned as she noticed you were leaving, instead she gave you a curt nod back. You waited for a second for Sam to say anything but she stayed silent, you smiled at her one final time before you turned to leave.

She watched you leave until you were fully out of her view, only then she sighed before reentering her apartment, holding her shoes as she walked back towards the living room.

“Who was that?” Tara asked, her voice loud taking Sam by surprise, making the woman drop the shoes. “Shit.” Sam grumbled as she bent down to pick them up, as she snatched at the pair she noticed a piece of paper on the floor.

Her brows furrowed together confused as she went to grab it with her free hand. As Sam read the small ripped piece of paper the corners of her lips curled up into a smile.

“i usually make better first impressions, maybe i could show you on a date sometime? :)

xxx-xxx-xxxx

-Y/n”

#sam carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x you #sam carpenter x y/n #scream six #danny brackett #tara carpenter #mindy meeks martin #chad meeks martin

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voltronisanobsession · 11 months

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miguel finding his kid again

I wanted this to be short but I couldn’t help writing so much :/ I just ended it quickly LMAO💀💀

SPIDERVERSE CONCEPT CUZ IVE BEEN OBSESSED

OK SO!! I’ve seen a LOT of headcanons and concepts about Miguel finding his kid in a different universe and just being super protective of them, whether they’re a spider or a normal civilian. But I have a different take on it.

Imagine Miguel and his crew of spider people hunting down this new anomaly that’s been jumping between different universes, always managing to narrowly escape them. Miguel is super frustrated because not one of them is able to capture this villain? Person? Ugh he doesn’t have enough time to care with all the mayhem they’re causing.

This new anomaly, aka Reader, happened to gain these freak new abilities after the events in ITSV that allows them to tear a hole in any universe and travel through it. Of course they have no idea which universe their new powers will take them to so it’s always a 50/50 chance with it.

But the real problem that makes reader a ‘threat’ to the spider society is when they stay too long in a universe, things start slowly glitching out and causing destruction to the world. They’re just too strong that it breaks the balance of any universe they stay in. Kind of like tipping the scale sort of deal!

Which is why homeboy Miguel wants Reader detained asap before they cause a whole universe to collapse on itself. But like! It’s not the readers fault really!! They just don’t know how to control their powers and having a bunch of adults viciously chase them around really does something to a kid (looking at you Miles💀)

But constantly running away from superheroes while wearing a mask does begin painting them in a villain light💔

So imagine Reader gets cornered at last by Miguel, Jess, and some other spiders.

“Guys, I promise it’s not what it looks like. I’m just a normal person, I’m practically harmless!” They say as they bump against the building behind them, watching in horror as it begins to glitch at the contact they made.

Despite the teens voice sounding familiar, Miguel brushes it off and scoffs.

“Ha, harmless. Don’t make this any more difficult than it has to be.”

Reader has no idea what the spider society is gonna do to them so they can only glitch a hole in the building behind them and run away in fear. Miguel is absolutely fed up with them and just dashes after Reader, chasing them up buildings as they glitch around. He knows he’s running out of time since this usually only happens when they’re getting ready to open a portal.

He would manage to get a hold of their hoodies sleeve before they go tumbling down to the ground, mask yanked off to properly breath in some air. Reader opens a portal, trying to stand up and stumbling a bit, looking back to Miguel.

Just as he’s about to run towards them and tackle them to the ground, his breath gets caught in his throat, heart suddenly beating erratically.

He recognizes their hair, the shape of their face, sees the fear in their eyes. He literally cannot move. Miguel is frozen at his spot, body trembling at the sight of you. His child. His dead child.

“y/n?” His voice would almost be a whisper, but reader hears. They can only stare in shock at the sound of their name, slowly backing up.

“How do you know my name?”

This dude would get some major flash backs, from his old life, to when he caused a universe’s destruction. Everything he swore to protect, to love, he failed. He failed reader twice, so it’s understandable that Miguel might be a little afraid of you.

He would not move an inch even after readers gone, Jess having to snap him back to reality. Miguel was not ready to get a smack to the face with seeing Reader again after all this time and pain.

This is what I wanted to talk about originally. After seeing his kid again, instead of growing desperate to create a new relationship with them, he’s just afraid. He’s scared of a repeat after what happened before. Miguel wouldn’t be able to stand the sight of reader, they remind him too much of what he’s lost.

I think he would step down in being about of the chase for Reader, he can’t go after them after finding out their his child. Well, in a different universe, their his child. He’s too afraid to face them again. Too afraid of the memories they bring.

It’s only when they accidentally glitch into his office that he’s forced to come face with them again. And when he does, he tries his best to get away from them💀💀💀 like bro is webbing away, powering up his platform and getting lifted up into the air away from them.

Which would totally be fine with Reader hadn’t they been chased down by this man for a couple of weeks. Why isn’t he trying to attack them? What’s the sudden mood change? Is he afraid of what they could do?

They can only clumsily climb their way up to him while asking him questions.

“Um, I know we got off the wrong foot but- urgh! Almost slipped haha! Anyways like I was saying! What’s your name? Oh and why are you trying to get away from me?”

They would be right in front of Miguel, a few feet away from where they’re hanging and he would just turn around, back facing them while they grunt in annoyance.

“You stopped going with your little gang. I know I’ve been zapping all over the place but was it something I did? Hey are you ok??”

Miguel’s body would move as he tries to stifle his quiet sobs at the sound of your voice. Oh god did he miss you. But he can’t get close to reader again. Not after what happened last time.

“I think I have tissue somewhere in my poCKEETTT-!” Miguel’s immediately webbing reader towards him as they slip off the pipe they were standing on, making a free fall

He lets out a shaky breath at the sight of you alright in his arms again. He can’t control his urges as he hugs reader tightly, letting soft apologies fall from his lips.

All this is happening and reader is just so dumbfounded. They could only awkwardly pat his arm and accept his apologies. You didn’t know he was THAT sorry for chasing you around universes.

“I missed you so much. I never wanted that to happen to you, mi corazon. I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about man but thanks I guess?”

He’s sniffling as he releases you, eyebrows furrowed as he holds you by the shoulders. It’s only when he realizes reader has no idea who he is that his heart sinks.

“My dad died when I was young. Like toddler young. I never got to know him.”

You don’t know how to feel when Miguel reveals that he was your father, not the same dad from your universe, but a different variant.

This begins the weird growing relationship between the two of them. Miguel tries his best to put distance between them while Reader is just super eager to know more about him! His favorite foods, how he created this spider society, what happened to the different variant of you that clearly has him shaken up!

It would take a bit of time before Miguel slowly lets down his guard again. Allowing reader into his heart again for the third time.

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talesofesther · 1 year

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sweet calamity | ch 2

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Series Summary: It was something people described as the sweetest pain, the feeling of when the soul that's destined to find yours is closer to you. Wednesday saw it as a curse, promised herself she would hate whoever was chosen for her; but it's easier said than done.

A/N: Slowly, the story is shaping itself, hopefully y'all will like it. Also thank you so much for 7.5K followers, love ya. <3

Masterlist | Read ch 1 here

It was rare the times where you woke up before your alarm, given that you weren't exactly a morning person. But you could barely sleep last night, excitement and apprehension twirling inside your stomach; so it was no surprise when you woke up with the birds this morning.

Today was your first official day at Nevermore, the place where, supposedly, you belong. You were lucky to already know a few of the students here, Eugene for one, who had given you a basic tour of the school yesterday.

To say that Nevermore was big would be an understatement, the ancient, castle-like structure had your anxiety spiking as soon as you walked through the gates. It was a given that you'd take your sweet time getting lost here.

Just as you are right now.

You were leaning back on one of the stone walls on the quad, cell phone in hand as you read one of your mother's latest texts; have a good first day darling, remember to make friends and don't isolate yourself, love you.

With a soft sigh, you typed back the generic response you always gave your mom, a sweet thanks and I love you that usually did the trick so she wouldn't press the matter.

Stashing your phone on your backpack, your gaze roamed over the hallways and doorways, searching for any clues on where the hell botany class was supposed to be. Technically, you could just ask someone. Your fellow outcast colleagues came and went, passing by you nonstop. Yet part of you didn't want to be the lost newbie.

You pushed yourself away from the wall, turning around on the spot, forcing your peers to dodge you as you took a slow step backward to get some new perspective.

And that's when it happened again, so suddenly this time that it got you stumbling on your own feet.

It reminded you of when you accidentally touched that hot frying pan when you were seven. The burning, sharp and angry against your skin; right on the pulse point of your wrist. The same one you felt for the very first time just yesterday, and maybe that was the main reason for your restlessness today.

Your mother always talked with you about soulmates, about how she was lucky to have found hers and that maybe you would be too. But at the end of the day, she was also a realist. She had never once allowed you to dream too big, hope too much. Because she knew it wasn't a reality for everyone.

You grew up in a world of maybes. Maybe you will find yours, maybe you won't; both are okay. And that was your truth, you were content with any outcome.

Until yesterday.

It's strange how a few seconds can change a lifetime.

You had never cared much about having a bond with someone, but then you felt it. It was almost palpable if you focused enough, that fragile red string tied around your finger, sending shockwaves to your heart and changing its rhythm.

Overnight, the thought of breaking this bond became almost unfathomable.

Your backpack bumped into someone when you lost your footing, you quickly turned around with an apology on your lips, but the person spoke first;

"Whoever it was, do it again and I will break each of your fingers." She spoke lowly, with a bite to her tone that gave you goosebumps.

You could tell she straightened her tie before turning around to face you, and once she did so — ever so slowly — any words you had tangled on your tongue faded completely.

She was all raven black hair and smooth pale skin, her lips had a dark shade of burgundy to them, shaping the lines to perfection; if you squinted, you could see freckles over her nose; her eyes were just as dark as her hair, lashes kissing the corner of her cheeks as she blinked once, twice and then kept her gaze on you with a faint frown to her eyebrows.

Something about her got your heartbeat going haywire. It was addictive.

Only when the silence was bordering awkward that you found your voice again; "shit, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you." It didn't help your nerves that you could feel the eyes of the passing students on you, as if they were watching a live decapitation ceremony — plus the ever-present ache on your skin.

Talk about an eventful first day.

All the girl did was angle her chin up, her eyes skimming up and down your body. "Stop walking backwards and maybe it won't happen again."

You pursed your lips, nodding once. Touche. "That's great advice, actually." You attempted a smile, but when you got no response back, you continued; "uh anyway, I have to go to botany class so, I see you around?"

If you looked closely, you could tell she acknowledged your words with a nod of her own. Figuring that's all you were getting, you turned around and took a step the opposite way.

A beat or two passed, almost as if she was considering if you were worth her time of day or not.

"I'm heading to botany as well," the raven-haired girl's voice called after you.

You looked at her over your shoulder.

"And that is not the way." She told you pointedly, raising a perfectly styled eyebrow at you.

Good one, idiot. Was all you could think to yourself.

You stood in the middle of the hallway with six feet between you and the girl whose name you were already itching to know, unsure if she wanted you to tag along or not.

"I'm not gonna wait on you forever," she said then, impatiently, and you scrambled to fall into step beside her.

You followed by her side as she left the quad, passing through Nevermore's gardens — which were breathtaking this time of year, the huge trees with a mix of faded green and yellow on their leaves, some of them already forming a blanket on the grass beneath them, old stone paths for you to walk on and a cold breeze in the air, countered by warm sunlight; you could spend hours out here — until you saw the big greenhouse in the distance.

"Thank you for this," you spared a timid glance at the girl beside you, "really, I would probably still be walking in circles if it wasn't for you."

There was no response other than a blank look in your general direction; you wanted to hear her voice though. "I'm Y/N, by the way." The question about her own name went unsaid.

Did you always have the need to speak so much? Wednesday wondered.

By no means, she was one to care enough in helping newcomers find their way around. They could be bothersome, asking too many questions and delaying her routine.

Yet there was something about you that got her feeling uneasy when she considered parting ways. For a second, she wondered if it was your soul that was doomed with hers, but you had already bumped into her and the cursed burning was still there; with no pattern to it, ever unpredictable, resembling the push and pull of waves on the oceanside yet never going away entirely.

And Wednesday wanted to be annoyed, she should be annoyed, shouldn't she? Because the sooner she finds out who her other half is, the sooner she can put an end to it.

She wasn't. She wasn't bothered that it wasn't you. Because the thought of hating you was slightly unappealing.

Her jaw was tight, sunlight framing her profile and reflecting on her pupils as she said; "Wednesday."

Were you going to be another Enid? Talking her ears off every given minute only to warp your way inside her cold heart eventually?

Wednesday let out an indignant scoff at the mere thought of it.

Her response lit you up like a Christmas tree; "Enid's roommate?"

You reached the greenhouse and Wednesday stopped in front of the glass doors. She turned to face you, her eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

"Uh, we're friends," you were quick to elaborate, eyes focused on the way Wednesday's fringe flowed with the wind, "well, our parents are friends so we became friends too, she talked a lot about you on vacation. I almost feel like I already know you."

To that, Wednesday sharpened her gaze daringly, sure that Enid's version of her had the potential to be twisted into something sweetly inaccurate.

And was it bad that your panicked face was somewhat adorable?

"Not trying to imply that I do," you hurriedly said, eyes a tad too wide, "I'm just saying that I've heard a lot about you."

You amused her; the same way a cat finds it amusing to play with its prey. There was a ghost of a smile on Wednesday's lips; "yes, we do share a room."

The greenhouse was already partly filled with students when you walked in together, its glass walls almost entirely covered by plants, allowing only little bits of sunlight to come through as the smell of several different flowers engulfed your senses.

There were a few seats empty, but when you settled on a table at the back, Wednesday felt compelled to follow suit, making herself comfortable on the chair beside yours.

You kept surprisingly quiet during most of the class, taking notes in your notebook and occasionally tapping your pen against the paper but other than that, quiet. Wednesday felt strangely at ease in your company.

Wednesday had her hands neatly resting on the table, half listening to the new teacher's boring explanation about a poisonous plant and half counting the new species added to the greenhouse since she last came here.

She had counted twelve by the time her attention was captured, by you, no less.

There was a potted orchid resting by your side, it was a small thing, its soil a little too dry and its petals a little too pale — apparently the new teacher wasn't as attentive with her plants.

Wednesday watched the way you raised a hand to the poor flower, fingertips grazing the tip of its petals, and from each place you touched, a burst of life erupted. Slowly, the flower regained its bright colors, the leaves standing tall again in a deep shade of green at the same time that a loving smile came to your lips.

"Interesting," this time, Wednesday was the one to break the silence.

Her voice made you flinch, as if you had been in your own world for a moment. You took a deep breath before saying; "she was looking a little sad."

With her eyes still on the colorful orchid, Wednesday asked; "you make things come to life?"

"Uh, plants mostly," you shrugged, like even you didn't know the full extent of your abilities, "but yeah."

You looked up at Wednesday, not expecting to find her eyes already on you; dark as the night, if you looked closely, you could find galaxies in them to get lost in. You couldn't remember ever becoming this quickly infatuated with someone before, so much so, that it got you wondering — hoping — what if it's her?

The hairs on your arm stood up, a shiver going up and down your back. Could it be her?

"Enid always loved it," you forced out, at the same time that you forced the what-ifs out of your head — because you could almost hear your mother saying; hope is dangerous, don't ever let it overcrowd your senses. "She used to tell me that I'm lucky, that I could just conjure up any bouquet I'd want when I find my soulmate," you grinned at the memory, "and I always told her it was not that simple, that I can't make things out of thin air."

"Enid can be naive," Wednesday stated, tone a tad too tight, "she often times sees the world through rainbow lenses."

You chuckled, "do I sense some disdain?"

There's a beat before Wednesday says anything; a beat where she just looks at you, wondering when you got so comfortable with her, and why she let you.

"Quite the contrary," she tells you then, "Enid is one of the few people I tolerate here."

You smiled faintly, eyes downcast and focusing on Wednesday's hands instead of her eyes, "not for Enid."

Wednesday blinked slowly as understanding downed on her, she straightened in her seat; "most people fail to realize that having your soul linked to another is nothing short of a burden." Her words rolled off her tongue easily, that was her truth.

You nodded, not agreeing but acknowledging her view, "why would it be a burden?"

"Because no one asked for it, it's an inconvenience that's forced upon you. And people expect you to just accept it, love it, even," Wednesday told you, her eyebrows scrunched together in anger, "why would I ever want something like that?"

Your lips parted as you felt her hatred as if it was choking you, her black nails tapping against the table at the same rhythm your heart pumped blood. "What happens if you meet yours?"

"For their sake, I hope it never happens."

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satorubi · 1 year

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A FAVOR — ft. scaramouche

♱ babysitting for scaramouche ends with a treat.

CW : fem! reader, dominant scaramouche, bimbo reader, age gap ꒰ scara is 35 and reader is 21 ꒱ miss reader is a little seductress. mssionary, use of profanity and pet names. <> hiii, so so sorry this took so long. i hit a road block but i’m back now !! special thank you to my lovely anon who requested this scenario <33 i hope you enjoy ! interactions are sweet.

babysitting hasn’t always been your dream job.

with bratty children talking your ear off all day, you wouldn’t exactly say you enjoyed your occupation.

but it paid well and shit, you were living pretty lavishly. not only did it pay the bills but it paid for your pretty attire—kinda like the dress you wore now. pink and snug— something you knew would get the attention of no other than scaramouche, your boss.

the man was a ceo and a colleague to many, but to you— he was just sweet, handsome scaramouche. a man who always made sure to compliment you whenever you entered his home to fulfill your duties as a nanny for his son. they were one of the few families you didn’t mind getting a phone call from.

you sat pretty on his velvet couch, awaiting his destined arrival due to a text you’d gotten a few hours ago from a worried scaramouche. he was suddenly ordered into work by his partner due to a mix up made by one of their employees. of course being the man he is, he had no choice but to go.

the familiar sound of keys dangling grasped your attention as you watched scaramouche lazily walk through the door of his penthouse. he looked at ease, and his tie was a lot more loosened than it was when he’d left. the slacks that gripped his thighs showcased how toned his legs were, and you couldn’t forget the bulge that threatened to bust from his zipper.

“i appreciate you coming by on such short notice. i didn’t know i’d get called in so late to the office, but y’know how it is.” he announces, quickly lowering his voice when he realizes his son is asleep on the couch next to you. he smiles, walking over to ruffle the kiddo’s hair before scooping him in his arms.

“it’s no problem at all, mr. scaramouche. he was an angel as always.”

he nods at you briefly before heading upstairs to put his son to bed. a short while later, you heard his heavy footsteps approaching you again. only this time, his suit jacket had been removed and his button up was slightly open.

his appearance almost made you drool. even for his age, you could see he was a handsome man. the guy was built like he wasn't years and years older than you— lean and fit like no tomorrow, you had to give him his props.

“wanna’ take a picture instead? it’ll last longer,” he jokes and you avert your attention back to reality. you quickly shun his kind eyes and look away.

“well, could you blame me, sir?” as you give him a rather innocent look, you adjust your posture, the pretty dip of your spine causing him to lick his bottom lip.

scaramouche wasn't a moron. he could see right through your antics. this wasn't the first time he'd noticed you staring at him, and he had a feeling it wouldn't be the last. although he knew this would be far from protocol, he couldn’t deny your beauty. you were just so pretty and sweet. it was a curse that you were able to take such good care of his son. if you weren’t he’d have no issues letting you go, but he had to tough it out.

“i’m flattered, darling. but i’m far too old for you to be crushin’ on.” he says, a chuckle leaving his lips. he undid the cufflinks around his wrists before pulling out his wallet.

“how much i owe ya’ ?” he asks and you smirk. what scaramouche didn’t know, was that you had something else in mind — a payment far more entertaining than a few lousy hundreds.

“how about you give me a kiss and we’ll call it even?”

scaramouche could’ve laughed in your face, but instead he just shakes his head and hands you two, crisp hundred dollar bills. you fold your arms across your chest, pushing up your already plumped tits directly in his view.

“don’t be coy, sir. i see your wandering eyes too.” you take a step closer, wrapping his tie around your finger. looking up at his tall stance, you pull him closer and his lips nearly graze your own.

“i think you’re too far in over your head, pretty. you wanna’ fuck and then what? become a little stepmommy to my kid, huh?”

“no. i just think you deserve a break, scaramouche. let me help you,” you whine. you were a bit closer to him now, your nipples pressing against his chest sending a chill down both your spines.

to be fair, you weren’t all the way wrong here. scaramouche was a hardworking, single dad. he rarely ever had time to get a good fuck in here and there. it was always either home or the office— no in between. he’d be a fool to bypass your successful attempt at the art of seduction.

there was nothing else he needed to hear. the feeling of scaramouche sweeping you from your feet and into his master bedroom shut you up completely. although the world was spinning around you, the dominance he quickly grasped on to put a damp mark in your panties.

he was attacking your lips, sucking and pulling at them as if he were a hungry man— and he was. you two were sharing a messy kiss; a type of kiss scara hadn’t felt in what seemed like ages.

“your lips taste so good,” he breathes, pulling away from your swollen mouth, “i bet that pussy tastes better, huh?”

you giggle, “wanna’ find out, sir?” testing the man, he sends a small pat to your thigh and begins to nip at your neck. with the amount of pressure being sent to your sweet spot, you knew you’d most definitely be waking up to a bruise in the morning.

“sir. i like that. keep it up.”

you ran a hand past the bulge in his slacks, gently grasping it in your palm, “do i get a reward?”

“we’ll see.”

scaramouche chuckles a deep laugh and gives you one last peck. by now, his pants had been unzipped by you and the only thing left to remove was his underwear and button up shirt. a small section of his chest could be seen through your lustful eyes, eager to rip the fabric to shreds just to get a better look at him.

“let’s make somethin’ clear,” he says. your back met the bedding as you paid close attention to the man. he had nothing but determination on his face and you had to admit, it was a picture you loved seeing, “i’m gonna’ teach you to take everything given to you and you’re gonna’ listen. can you do that for me, yn?”

you mouthed a quick ‘yes’ and spread your legs as wide as they could go. scaramouche smiles at your keen effort and moves to touch at your damp underwear. coincidentally, the wet patch in your panties was in the same spot as your clit.

scaramouche’s fingers worked their magic ; small circles tickling a spot that was just right. you could squirm at how much attention the small bud was getting, but you decided going against his rule of ‘listening’ wouldn’t be that beneficial for either of you.

“fuck me already, scara— i’m tired of waiting.” your complaints didn’t exactly bring the happiest expression to the man’s face; his eyes narrowing down at you as he began to unzip his slacks. the thud sound of his cock hitting his abdomen almost knocked the wind out of you.

scaramouche was big; most definitely on the longer side, giving you a small sense of worry. not only did he have length, but a bit of curve to it as well— capable of hitting any and every spot possible.

“oh, don’t look so timid now. you talk a lot, funny i’m leavin’ you speechless right now.” positioning himself between your thighs scaramouche kindly pulls your panties to the side like once before. he tapped his cock against your pretty clit— chuckling at the small whimpers you let out a bit louder than intended.

when your eyes met his, you almost felt irritated by how slowly he was starting the process. however, this only made you feel more libido. he had a way of capturing your attention that seemed effortless. he was a fantastic man, regardless of your sexual desires. a part of you secretly hoped that this joy wouldn't be a temporary temptation.

scaramouche held a defined look on his face as he sat his cock directly on top of your stomach. he moved his hips as if he were inside you, just casually gliding his length on your skin. it almost seemed as if he was trying to see how far he’d fit inside of you.

“gonna’ treat this pussy so well, sweet girl.” anticipation ran through your veins making you use both hands to help spread your cunt. scaramouche had a grin on his face as he slid inside of you slowly.

warm.

it was the only word he could use to describe the feeling of your cunt around him. you were so wet, making it easier for him to guide himself in. he had his hands pressed against the back of your thighs— your knees to your chest.

“oh my—fuck! scaramouche,“ you suck in a harsh breath as grip on to his forearms. you were pretty sure a crescent mark would imprint on his skin due to your nails digging for support. his movements were sharp and exaggerated— taking his cock all the way out and pushing it all the way back in again, a bulge forming in your tummy.

scaramouche moves his hands from your thighs to your stomach, pressing down with minimal pressure— but still enough to make you feel a more intense sensation in your lower belly.

“look at you, takin’ me like a slut. you’re so nasty, baby,” he laughs, and you moan in response, “you look so fuckin’ beautiful.”

his roaming hands could now be felt on your neck. you spread your quivering thighs further apart, this way, giving him more work to get to work. with the hands wrapped around your neck, scaramouche began fucking into you again.

“c’mon, sweetheart. take it like a good girl,” he says, using your throat as leverage while moving in and out of you. he split you open with his cock and let out a groan feeling you clamp around him. scaramouche lowered his head down to seal your lips with a kiss, biting and sucking on your bottom lip in heat.

“scara—“

the man shushes you with one powerful stroke to your pussy, making your eyes drift shut, “kunikuzushi,” he utters and your eyebrows furrow.

“kunikuzushi, my first name. i wanna’ hear it come out of that pretty mouth of yours when you cum.” he said it so casually. being in the employee guidelines was far from your concerns, but his first name? you wondered if he was on a power trip.

“kuni— please don’t stop.”

“you must want me to cum, huh?” he taunts, his thumb coming up to your bottom lip. you felt like it was almost an instinct as you took his thumb into your mouth and began suckling at it. scaramouche bit down on his bottom lip, almost getting harder at the image. “you wanna’ cum too? your cunt’s squeezin’ me so tight. i can feel it, just give it to me why don’t ya’?”

you were sweaty and a bit sticky, but you could care less. you threw your head back with a pretty grin on your face as scaramouche held on to you tightly. the levels your whimpers and cries had begun to rise and he had no choice but to kiss your plumped lips to muffle the rukus.

“are you gonna’ cum on me, angel? you wanna’ make a mess for me?” with your feet dangling by his ears and your legs cramping, you’d normally feel like tapping out— but your were close. close enough that if he said one last thing you would feel it bubbling over—

“cum for me, baby. c’mon, you can do it.”

and just like that, scaramouche could feel your slick coating his cock. the moan you let out was almost concerning, because when you came, you came hard. you squeezed him for everything he had with the intention of being filled.

“need it in me sir! please, please, kuni!”

scaramouche hearing that sentence fall from your lips was all he needed to cross that line. “fuck, princess. ah- i’m gonna’ cum.”

not long after, his strokes became sloppy and his grunts gradually grew louder. each movement was followed by small curses under his breath as he poured his all into you— literally. scaramouche continued to fuck into your hole until there was nothing left to give you.

“shit, yn. that was amazing. i’m proud of you, you took it like a champ.”

you giggle as he pulls out of your pussy, dick still a bit hard by just watching the remainder of his cum spill out of you. sharing a small glance once again, he then proceeds to place gentle kisses all over your face and neck.

“not bad for someone who was too far in over their head huh?” you ask, wrapping your arms around him in a warm embrace. scara’s bare chest pressed up against yours, the feeling of your hardened nipples greeting his own.

the two of you laid there together for what felt like hours before you got the urge to begin your journey back to your apartment. by now, scaramouche had drifted off to sleep— the sound of your breathing and your natural scent sending him into a daze.

quietly wriggling your way out of his grasp, you slip on your clothing worn a few hours prior. as you scurried to finish, the sound of scaramouche’s groggy voice startled you. “leavin’ so soon?” he mumbles, stretching his limbs and ruffling his hair a bit.

“did you want me to stay?”

in the darkness of the room, you could see scaramouche’s fingers usher you back to the comfy bed. he pats the pillow next to him twice and waits for you to fill the space.

“i let you be big spoon. there’s no way you’re leavin’ me that easily.” he smiles when he hears a small laugh from you. once you finally take your place next to him, he whispers a small 'goodnight' into your shoulder before delicately kissing that same spot. the butterflies quietly flutter in your tummy, guiding you into a deep, well-needed, slumber.

#☆彡saturn writes :)#HIIII #scaramouche x female reader #scaramouche smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact #scaramouche x reader

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badasmuse · 6 months

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Day Seven: Overstimulation

Bada Lee x Reader

on the seventh day of christmas my true love gave to me: too many orgasms in one sitting.

18+ MDNI! mstlst

you absolutely loved watching bada dance in the studio. she is so passionate and her moves are always sharp and precise, which is why you always tag along with her.

today is just the same. you’re in the studio watching her teach. she hasn’t had time to come up with a new choreo so she opted for a slightly old one. you watch her in awe. she hits every beat and moves like water at the same time if that makes sense. you giggle as she does the moves that has all the girls weak in the knees. you know, the grinding in the air, crotch grabbing moves? all the moves that scream, “this woman would fuck my brains out.” if only they knew.

as soon as the class ends and everyone leaves, bada approaches you. “hi baby.” she says smiling. she kisses you but pouts when you don’t kiss back. “did i do something wrong?”

“no honey you didn’t do anything wrong.” you say, rubbing the small of her back. “i love when you dance.” you say suddenly. “especially when you start doing all the moves that make people think you’re a top.” you walk away from her quickly locking the door to the studio and dimming the lights. she watches your every move as you approach your bag sitting in the corner next to hers.

“baby..?” she questions softly.

“you always look so good.” you sigh out holding your strap behind your back. “makes me wanna fuck you in front of everyone. show everyone how much of a slut you are for me. turn around, lean against the mirror.”

she whimpers and does as she’s told. you walk up to her and pull her cargos and underwear down, laughing when you see how wet she is. “what were you thinking about when you were dancing honey?”

“last night.” she whispers.

ah yes, you made her sit on your face, after she flirted with the neighbor, and you wouldn’t let her get up.

“such a slut.” you put on your strap bending her over just a little more before sliding into her. “listen to that.” you giggle.

she doesn’t moan, trying to hear what you’re hearing. you pull out and push back in, hearing the squelch from how wet she is and she whines. “stop it.” she pouts. “fuck me please.”

you roll your eyes as you start pounding into her, fingers immediately finding her clit.

“yes just like that!” she moans. “fuck me please please i’m gonna cum!!” she says loudly and you cover her mouth with your free hand.

“keep quiet or i’ll stop.” you say slapping her clit. your fingers speed up and soon she cums all over your strap. that doesn’t stop you tho. your fingers continue to rub her clit and you pound into her harder.

“s-slow down…” bada says, grabbing your wrist. “gonna-“ she takes in a sharp breath as you shift and hit her spot, “gonna cum again!” her legs shake and she cums once again, falling to the ground. “done.. done i can’t- oh fuck!”

you ignore her, pushing her on her back and thrusting back into her. your thumb lands on her clit once again and you rub it gently. “imagine how your fans would react seeing you on your back and bring fucked by your girlfriend.” you say roughly. “they think you’re a dom, that you’re gonna pound into them but in reality? you’re my subby, bratty slut that takes my strap in her slutty cunt.”

a sob leaves her throat, “yes yes just a-a bratty slut!”

you land a slap on her cunt harshly, “not a bratty slut, my bratty slut.”

bada’s back arches and she cums again. her moans echo around the room. “please.. please too much.” she strains. her voice is quiet and tears fall from her eyes.

“um..” you mumble sarcastically, “you have one more in you.” your hand goes back to her clit and you pull her shirt up, attaching your mouth to her nipple.

“wait y/n it’s too much!” she cries out. she tries to speak but she can’t, she takes a breath and looks at you confused. “something feels off.” she moans.

you look at her with an eyebrow raised, “what?”

“stop.. stop it feels funny.” she whines.

you immediately stop, pulling out and boy oh boy, her juices came squirting out of her at a fast pace. her back arches deeply and her vision goes white.

two minutes of silence and bada speaks up, “what happened?”

“holy shit honey you just squirted. that’s what felt off.” you giggle leaning down to lick her clit.

“stop it i’m overstimulated.” she whines.

“you’re so hot.” you pant out, “get dressed so we can go home. i’m tryna make you do that again.”

bada blushes, “let’s go.”

Taglist (open! comment to be added!): @waveartistry @sun-nyy @yngtort @elliesblkgirlfriend @jennamc75 @m0r0s1111 @seungxstar @badasbebe @lil-elliesgf

a/n: based off @sun-nyy ‘s post here. the first pic. cause yes.

#squidnotes #bada lee #bada lee smut #swf2 #bada lee x reader #swf2 x reader #squidskinkmas

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evermorehoon · 6 months

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❣︎ ⎯⎯ reshaping reality

idol pairing: jake x reader

wc: 2.3k

genre: angst, fluff!

warnings: memory loss, separation, some crying of course, unintentionally recreating a meet cute, happy ending!

A/N: well say hello to my comeback work! idk I felt bad about the first one so I made this one to compensate and give y/n a happy ending. seeing as I did write this quite quickly, it might not be good since im very rusty and my fluff is ass😭 but anyway, feedback and appreciation is appreciated in any form so enjoy♡

here's part one in case you wanna refresh your memory (unlike someone lmao)

It was difficult watching Jake slowly regain his memories from a distance. You wanted to be with him, help bring back old memories, maybe even dig up old feelings.

But it had been weeks now and no one wanted to overwhelm him, especially after learning about the deaths of his two best friends. He was inconsolable, his head aching horribly from the crying and struggling to piece things together.

You'd left a questionable impression on him, seeing as his only memory of you is you crying by his bedside and being thankful that he was alive. Who were you, why was my family looking at you so sadly, what are you to me?

“I wondered about this for a while now,” he said aloud to the two memorials in front of him. The pictures of his friends were propped prettily on the table, allowing him to speak as though they were listening to him.

“My family seems to know her but no one wants to tell me who she is. Do you guys know?”

Silence.

“Maybe she can help me remember some of the last few years..”

He was told that there was a chance he wouldn't recover his memories due to the extensive brain damage. His head hurt every time he tried to make himself remember something but flashes of your face would appear in his dreams. He knew you must've been important enough to constantly cross his mind. His next step was to find out why.

Sometimes you'd sit on the edge of your bed, staring at your wedding dress as it hung from the closet door. You would set it out and just look at it. It was a beautiful dress, not a speck of dust on it from how well you cared for it. You were skeptical of wearing it again as it took you back to the worst day of your life.

You knew you could never marry another, especially in this dress. Perhaps the universe was telling you that it wasn't meant to be. That you should slowly move on.

But you'd look down at the rose gold promise ring given to you by your then boyfriend for your one year anniversary together. The engagement ring felt too painful to wear and you never had the chance to even see the wedding ring.

Maybe he won't remember you again, but his heart might.

It had been several months since you'd last seen Jaeyun. He was slowly making up the last few years, having given up on trying to remember old memories he decided to just make new ones. Even if it meant leaving you out of the picture.

He had managed to relearn some of his degree without having to do it again. He was still the quick learner he'd always been but he was made to take it easy at work, his colleagues reintroducing themselves slowly so as to not overwhelm him.

“How was the wedding?”

Jake blinked in confusion when it came up in conversation with a few of his colleagues. He looked completely clueless, shrugging with a nervous chuckle.

“What wedding?”

The others exchanged confused glances as one scratched their head, the air suddenly growing thicker with silence.

“Seriously, guys. Who got married? Was it maybe Jaein? He seems pretty nice.”

It's clear his smile was genuine. And, judging by the look of pure curiosity in his eyes, he was never told that he was in an accident on his wedding day. He was always puzzled by the picture of him and another woman smiling on his desk.

The conversation had died down rather quickly as the others left him hanging, leaving him to return to his desk with a puzzled expression. He sat down with a click of his tongue before looking down at that picture once more.

It had been sitting there for months since he never had the heart to take it off his desk. Looking at it gave him a little warmth in his heart. It gave him a seemingly comforting yet rather unfamiliar feeling, like looking at the woman in the picture was all he was meant to look at.

Then the glimmer of the rose gold ring on his left hand caught his attention. He tilted his head, gently fiddling with it. Taking it off felt wrong as his finger felt empty without it.

“I have to find that girl…” He thought to himself, trying to find a good way to approach you.

According to you, you missed him and you were happy he was okay. You were also in a significant amount of tears, so you must've been very close to him.

But then he sighed. It had been months since he'd last seen you, who knew if you even wanted to meet up with him. He was the one who decided to remake memories instead of hurting his head trying to remember the past.

He couldn't seem to understand why his family didn't say anything about you. Perhaps they thought he would remember you considering how big of a part you played in his life.

But how would you react if he suddenly asked so many questions? About the ring, the picture on his desk, your reaction when you saw him? Perhaps you'd be a little too uncomfortable with his presence after he left you behind without thinking.

Then, he'd thought of an idea.

Meanwhile, for you, the last few months were just numb and depressing. You thought it was for the best, letting him move onto a different path and ensuring his happiness. You felt selfish in wanting to force him to remember you so you could go back to your old life.

However, you went back to work as normal even with a somber look in your eyes. The house you lived in didn't feel like a home anymore. You couldn't smell the delicious 2am ramen he would cook as a late-night snack for you two. The house was cold and lifeless without his warm aura and hearty laughter to fill the rooms.

You missed him terribly. You sometimes wanted to cry when you remembered that you would never wake up to his fluffy bed hair and sleepy expression or his sweet smile that could light the town.

But alas, you never thought you could experience it again. All love ever did was break and burn and end. At least, that's what you thought. You hoped and prayed that maybe he'll remember that you were meant to be.

Jake had moved back to his parents house as his family helped him in every way they could. He sometimes sat in his room, scrolling through his gallery, seeing you in so many pictures.

His heart swelled with warmth when he saw your smile. He chuckled when he saw videos of you two laughing together. How was he not with you right now? It's clear you two were in love, so why couldn't he bring himself to finally talk to you?

He seemed a little… afraid. Yes, afraid of what would happen. Just because you were lovers before the accident doesn't mean you still love him. Maybe his presence will interfere with your healing, maybe you've made peace with this and moved on.

But he'd never know unless he tried. So he gathered up the courage to think of something, some kind of way to ‘accidentally’ run into you.

And judging by one of the pictures in his gallery, he may know just the place.

The coffee shop. As cliché as it may be, you found solace in the atmosphere of a good coffee shop. It was a good environment to work in, all while having even more coffee than before. Your caffeine intake increased steadily over the past few weeks as it was the only thing that could calm you down these days.

Seated in the back of the café, your gaze fixed on your laptop with a cappuccino by your side as you typed. You mastered the ability to block out the world, not allowing your mind to wander because it would almost always make its way back to him.

“Are you using this?”

You froze almost instantaneously, your fingers slightly shaking from how quickly you stilled. That voice was familiar, you remember hearing that same sentence years ago.

It's when you look up, your heart sinks to the ground. There he stood right beside you.

His round glasses and coffee brown eyes, just how you remembered him. He looked like he hadn't aged a day as he looked like the same Sim Jaeyun you met in the university library all those years ago.

“What?” You asked softly, trying to confirm if all of this was real.

“The plug.” His voice sounded much more mature as he pointed to his laptop bag.

You didn't know whether he was intentionally recreating the day you first met or if he's still trying to jog his memory. His face was still uncertain so it was clear he didn't remember doing this before.

You shook your head, allowing him to sit opposite you and plug his laptop in. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off you, his heart felt warm and calm now that he was face to face with the woman he sees in his dreams and in his pictures.

“Is there something on my face?”

Your voice knocked him out of his thoughts as you asked softly. He shook his head, trying to play it off.

“Uh, no… you just look familiar..” he chuckled softly before looking down, realizing that it probably wasn't the best thing to say at that moment.

It was possibly the most awkward encounter you two have ever had. Neither could speak, focusing on typing some documents and whatnot. You would look up occasionally at him, noticing his little habits and knowing he never changed one bit. He still tapped his lips gently when he was thinking (one of his cutest habits in your opinion).

That was until you decided to speak up rather quietly and cautiously.

“Do you remember now?”

He looked up at you, unsure of what to say. He couldn't say he did, because he didn't. All he had was a feeling. A magnetic pull toward you that he couldn't avoid.

“No,” he said softly as he shook his head.

“What are you nervous about?”

“Nervous? I'm not nervous…”

“You fiddle with your ring when you're nervous.”

He looked down at his hands, unknowingly fiddling with his rose gold ring. He was slightly surprised by your observation, not knowing that you'd known him long enough to memorize his every habit.

The conversation died as quickly as it began, the two of you going back to working again. He could tell you seemed uneasy and uncertain. The last thing he wanted to do was to make you uncomfortable.

“Do you want me to go?” He asked. He didn't seem like he wanted to leave but, if he did, it would mean he'd leave forever.

You thought for a few seconds before speaking.

“I want to start over.”

There's that familiar warmth in Jake's heart every time he sees you in the café. You greeted him with a warm smile, now on your second meeting.

You had somehow agreed to completely wipe the slate clean. You thought to yourself that you would never know if he still loved you unless you went through everything all over again. Life had given you a reset button, and who were you to deny it?

Sure you would grow a little impatient here and there but you constantly reminded yourself that you're taking it easy for his sake. To him, you're a familiar stranger even though he's the love of your life. You pretended to learn about habits and hobbies and interests you already knew.

It felt like you were falling in love again. He was just as beautiful, funny, and smart as he was when you first dated. His hangouts were just as sweet as before.

You watched him with fondness in your eyes as he'd cover his mouth with one hand while he laughed. His adorable laughter rang through your ears like a soothing tune.

The hangouts turned into weeks of courting and into months of dating.

Everyone was thrilled to know you two were back together again. But the uncertainty of whether he wanted to marry you or not still hung over your head. He seemed to have given up on remembering, making a scrapbook of new memories of you two.

And just when you thought it couldn't get any better, he proposed once more. He'd gotten a new ring to replace the one that haunted you at times. He'd moved back in with you, filling the house with his radiant warmth and turning it into a home once more.

Time went by so quickly that you couldn't believe you were back in the same position as a few years ago. Standing in a white dress with a bouquet of origami orange flowers, which Jake picked and hand-made.

Walking down the aisle and clutching onto your bouquet, it all felt like a dream. Your future husband waiting for you at the altar with the biggest smile on his face, surrounded by the people you love most. Everything was finally coming true, all because you took the chance to let it all begin again.

I feel like the ending is a little rushed I am so sorry😭😭

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