#it took me awhile before i could remember his actual name
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sunday x reader: evermore
warnings: penacony spoilers, heavily references ‘the raven’ bc that’s canon, reader is called Lenore once but it’s a reference not their actual name, description of dead bird (but not a real bird)
summary: something is lurking around your apartment, luckily someone is there to stop it. and it’s someone nobody’s seen in awhile.
Once upon a midnight dreary, where you pondered weak and weary. The sun has set, but the buzz of the city leaks through the walls, doing nothing but lull you further into slumber. Turning over, lifting the sheets over your head is when you hear it-
rat-tat-tat
‘there’s someone knocking on my door,’ you think, just when you were about to nod off. You roll over, back facing the wall, hoping to just ignore it, but sleep doesn’t come.
Distinctly you remember, it was on that bleak Saturday; and each harmonious note wrought its melodies upon the air. Eagerly you wished the morrow;-vainly you had sought to borrow from books cease of sorrow.
sorrow for the lost and radiant bachelor— whom the angels name, Sunday.
Planets that once worshiped the Order shined brightest before their collapse. And so he too fell like the morning star.
Nameless here forevermore.
The silken rustling of the curtain gouges a pit in your stomach. Then fills you with terrors of uncertainty. Just who could be knocking at your door. To still your beating heart, you stand still, listening. Thoughts repeating in your head, “just some visitor entreating at my door, probably a salesman. Nothing more.”
Perhaps then your soul grew stronger with the mantra. Without hesitating you walk to the door, “sir or ma’am, I’m sorry but it’s late for me. I was asleep until I heard your knocking. It was pretty quiet, so I wasn’t sure I heard you but-“ I opened the door wide,
Darkness there and nothing more.
You stare deep into that darkness. As if your mind tries to fill the void, you stand there dreaming. The mumble of the outdoors is no longer audible. The hair on your arms raise at the silence.
The only sound there to be spoken was a whispered word, “Sunday?” An echo at the back of the hall whispered back “Sunday?”
Just you, again. Merely this and nothing more.
Turning back around into the room, you shut the door. With your back turned, soon you hear another rat-tat-tat, louder than before. The sound is coming from your window. With one foot in front of the other, slowly you encroach upon the threat. Your heart in your ears and the shaking in your limbs, “surely, there’s something…please just be wind.”
Swiftly you pull back the curtains. The window was already open. On the window sill stood a man with grey wings, long past his saintly days.
“Wha-Sunday!”
Taking a closer look at him, you notice black feathers adorned on his white suit. Then see him grasping a raven tightly in his hand, its dark plumage ruffled and disorderly with its mouth agape. The bird had a peculiar eye in the center of his chest.
“Not the raven you were expecting, right?” Sunday smiles but the expression doesn’t match his eyes, “I found him snooping around your lodging. It seems the dream master, well former dream master, hasn’t let up even in my and the order’s absence.”
Could it have been that the “knocking” was that “raven” pecking at your door? The former dream master? He had once told you about the man, Golpher Wood, who raised him and his sister. But it seems he didn’t tell you everything.
While you were staring, Sunday took the opportunity to let himself in. Plucking off the black feathers off his clothes.
“Never mind that! Where have you been? I thought you died. No one’s seen you since…” dominicus. You leave that part unsaid, not like he needs a reminder.
He avoids your gaze, looking off to the side, “I’ve been…busy. Sorting out some personal business out on my own.”
“Sunday. Robins been worried about you. If you won’t tell me, then at least tell her.”
“No, I don’t want her involved in this. She’ll be fine since the family is protecting her but, you’re an outsider. I don’t trust them with you.” He shakes his head, his hand behind his back, always in that contemplative manner.
“Why not?” You ask, putting your hands on your hips.
“Did you not see the ‘raven’ corpses lined up out your door? I saw you open it.” He saw all that too? The hallway was so dark that you didn’t dare venture out least you alert an intruder. The thought of someone out there watching you made your heart pound.
“Truth be told, I didn’t want you to see me yet.” Sunday mumbles. It seems that habit of his hasn’t gone away since you’ve last seen him.
“Are you going away again?” Your hands drop at your side.
“Yes. For now. The family has a target on me. Regrettably, I really messed up. My intention was to help, but it seems I’ve only succeeded in making a political upheaval,” he sighed.
“At least, promise me this, that your presence won’t be nevermore. That you’ll visit again.”
With the grace of a seraphim, his hands cup your face bringing it closer to his, “Of course, my sweet Lenore,” and lays a chaste kiss upon your lips.
“By that Heaven that bends above us—by that Aeon we both adore, tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, it shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
a/n: this was so experimental from whatever I do. finals beating me rn so im losing it but i saw references of this poem in the game and it matches so well with sunday and gopher wood that i had to write something with it 👍 even if my brain is fried
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jealous- chris sturniolo (18+)
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warnings: use of pet names, choking, oral(m&f receiving), unprotected sex (plz wrap before u tap it), pulling hair, cremepie, lowkey dom chris bc lol also not proof read but enjoy
summary: chris and reader are best friends but will one halloween party change that?
i’m sitting in the car with the triplets and we’re playing smash or pass for there youtube channel. chris wouldn’t shut up about betty boop and how she was bad as fuck.
“chris that’s actually crazy we’re not talking literally” i say laughing at him from the backseat. nick then starts laughing as chris starts to defend himself. “i said what i said she bad” i roll my eyes and tell matt to go to the next one.
“smash or pass.. steve harrington from stranger things” matt said looking at me and nick. i look to matt an smile as i speak “smash 100% he could” before i could finish chris spoke “i thought this wasn’t literal” i closed my mouth holding in my laugh. “i don’t care smash all day everyday” i said while the boys mouths were wide open.
as the video ended matt drove back to their apartment. we arrived as i got out the car and wrapped my arms around chris pulling him into a hug since him and matt just argued. he hugged back and took a deep breath in as he wrapped his arms around my waist. “come on it’s alright” i say grabbing his hand dragging him inside.
i walk to the kichen his hand still in mine as i sat next to nick and chris stood behind me while matt was getting a drink. “are we going to nessas halloween party? madi said shes going” nick says looking up from his phone. “i’m always down to get dressed up and i think i have a costume in mind” i spoke leaning back on the chair looking up at chris as he started speaking. “i think i have something in mind too” he looks down at me smiling.
chris grab a pepsi from the fridge as nick and matt both said their goodnights to us. “ready to go to bed i’m exhausted” i say tilting my head at chris as he shuts the fridge. “yeah i’m ready ma” chris said with a raspy voice. i bit my lip as he starts to walk upstairs while i follow behind.
he opens the door as i walk to his draw and got out some of my pajamas because i tend to stay here a lot i’ve know these boys for to long. l start to take off my pants and shirt leaving me in my underwear and bra. chris is sitting on the bed watching me as i look at him in the mirror he smirks at me as i put my head down blushing. i put just a baggy t-shirt on as i go to lay next to him.
i pull the blanket up on us as chris puts his head in my chest. i put my hand in his hair as i drifted off to sleep.
*the day of the party*
i facetime nick because he wanted to get ready on facetime. “heyy nick im actually so excited” i say smiling. “i know i haven’t been to a party in awhile so i’m a little nervous” he said back. “yes exactly i feel like im gonna look like such a slut” i speak as i pull my makeup out. “i promise you’ll look good if people think other wise they can fuck themselfs” nick said reassuring me. i laughed as i struggled to get out a thank you.
i finish my makeup as nick is putting on his costume. “nick i will see you in like 30 minutes i have to do my hair and put my dress on, and remember no showing me what you’re dressed as we all agreed to keep it a secret” i say. “i know i know see you in a bit” he said rolling his eyes sarcastically. “okayy i love uu” i said screaming into the phone. “i love you too” he screamed back. i hung up the phone as i started to play music.
i started to do my hair jamming out to my playlist chris created for me. as i finish my hair and slowly start to take all the pieces for my costume out of the box. i put my red dress on looking at myself in the mirror and turning around looking how good my body looked. i slipped on the red garter to my thigh an putt my heels on. i sent a text to nick letting him know i’ll be there soon.
i hopped in my car an started to drive to the place the party was being held turning up the radio. i pulled up as i looked around to see all the cars outside. i parked my car as i got out grabbing my purse walking to the door.
as i walked in i saw nessa and madi so i knew the triplets had to be here. i walked up to them. “you guys look so good” i said hugging them. “omg girl you are so hot” madi says pulling way. “thank you mads but do you know where the boys are?”i question. she point her fingers over to the kitchen. i nod my head as i say my goodbyes.
i slowly walk into the kitchen and i lock eyes with matt who’s jaw is on the floor as i put my finger to my lips telling him to shoosh because i wanted to surprise chris. before i could walk behind chris someone stopped me.
“hey how have you been!” i turned around to see who it was. it was an old friend of mine he went to my highschool. “where’s time gone you look so grown but i’m doing good how about you?” i ask looking up at him. i feel a stare behind but i choose to ignore it.
“i’m good it’s been so long since i’ve seen you and you look amazing” he spoke flirtatiously. my smile dropped realizing he was trying to make a move. “thank you it was nice seeing you” i said as i gave him a small hug as his hands wrapped around my waist but i pulled away right then and there.
i waved at him as i turned around my eyes met a very sexy steve harrington who has his jaw clenched. i walk my way over to the triplets and put my hands out giving a “surprise” look. “omg! you look actually so amazing” nick said pulling me into a hug. “mr harrington over here couldn’t stop looking at you” matt laughed as he pulled me into a hug as well.
i laugh as i pull away and make it to chris. his reaction changes as he takes me in looking me from top to bottom as he licks his lips. i look up to him with doe eyes as i put my hands around his neck pulling him into a hug. he wraps his hand right above my ass.
“like what you see mr harrington” i whisper in his ear as i pull away arms still wrapped around his neck. he looks down onto he as his hands slowly move down my ass. “i love what i see mrs betty boop” he whispers back.
i look to my left and realize nick and matt are gone i giggle as i turn back to chris. i grab his hand as i lead him outside where we can get away from everyone. “i can’t believe you dressed up as steve like i could kiss you right now” i said looking up at him. “why don’t you? … or do you want that other guy in there. he sure wanted a piece of you.” chris spoke with a tang of anger.
“why would i want him when i have you” i said licking my lips looking back and forth between his lips and eyes. he rises his hand to my cheek closing the gap between us connecting our lips. i wrap my hand in his hair slightly tugging as his hand moved from my face to my neck squeezing lightly.
i moaned against his lips as he slips his tounge into my mouth as we fought for dominance, him obviously winning. his other hand sliding down my dress kneading my ass in his hand. i tilt my head back as he replaced his hand with his lips on my neck.
“as much as i love and appreciate this outfit i need to get it off of you” chris looked down at me as i bit my lip. he grabbed my hand and ran to find an empty room. as we reach a room completely empty he shut the door and locked it connecting our lips once again.
my hands went under his shirt feeling his torso and chest as i pulled it over his head. he unzipped my dress as i step out of it his pants are tossed on the floor with it. i reach for my thigh to take my garter chris stops me. “leave it on” he spoke demanding. i nod my head as i slowly start to kneel on the ground.
chris groans from the way he doesn’t even need to tell you what to do. i pull down his boxers watching his hard dick bounce onto his torso. i pump him with my hand as he steps on out his boxers. “come on ma.. put that pretty mouth to use” he said putting his hand on my head not messing up my hair.
i reply with taking him in my mouth as he threw his head back with a moan. i started to bop my head up and down with his hand guiding me. “as much as i’m enjoying this i want to cum in that pretty pussy of yours” he spoke grabbing my hand pulling me up.
he reconnected our lips and picked me up. i wrapped my legs around him as he took me to the bed and laid me down. he started planting light bruises on my neck as he made his way down and unclipped my bra. “you’re the prettiest girl i’ve see in my life” he said hands groping my boobs.
i whine out at his actions as he tongue meets my nipples sucking. his hand reach farther down and get to my side as he pops of my nipple leaving kisses along my torso. i bring my hand down to move his hair so i could see his face.
he reached my pussy as he took my underwear an put it in his pocket as he opened my legs. my pussy on full display for me glistening from the light as he used two fingers to spread it open. “you’ve been hiding this beautiful thing from me” he spoke rubbing my clit.
i moan as my hand reaches farther into his hair almost tugging. “gonna be a good girl for me and let me eat you out.” he said putting a finger in me. my head titled back “yes i’ll be good.. just please chris” i desperately whispered.
he went in bringing his lips and tounge to my clit while pumping a finger in and out of me. i grip his hair as i roll my eyes back. he groans against me sending a vibration through my whole body.
he adds a second finger going a little faster this time as i moan out his name. “chris! .. fuck i’m bout to cum please!” i almost scream out. he pulls away from now taking his fingers out and rubbing my clit. “not yet baby i wanna fuck it out of you” i moan at his words as he towers over me.
he gives me a kiss before flipping me on my stomach so i’m face down ass up. he lets me get comfortable before slowly putting his dick in me. i groan against the pillow as his hands grip my hips. he sets a slow pace groaning while going in and out.
“god you’re so tight ma.. i’m gonna go a little faster now” he spoke. i nodded my head eagerly needing him to go faster. he rocked me back and forth against him as he’s hand came down to grip my hair. “fuck.. just like that chris!” i grip the sheets underneath my fingers.
“such a slut.. wanting me to be rough with you” he said tightening his hand that was in hair. “yes chris i’m your slut” i breathlessly spoke. “just mine” he whispered bringing me up so my back was against his chest. i turn my head to lock lips with him as one of us hands wrapped around neck and other around my torso keeping me stable.
all i could hear was unsteady moans, skin slapping, and the music faintly from downstairs. i cleached around him as he moans into my lips. i dragged my arm behind his head gripping a hold of him as he pounded into me. “shit chris! im not gonna last much longer” i spoke tilting my head back.
“it’s okay baby let it out i’m right behind ya” he said dragging his hand from my neck to my clit rubbing in circles. i close my eyes as my hand clings onto his hair slightly pulling. “oh god chris” i almost screamed out as i let myself go.
i clenched around him as my legs started to slight shake as he filled me up moaning in my ear. “what a good girl letting me just stuff you” he said letting me catch my breath. he pulled out and laid us down on the bed.
i was about to fall asleep until i heard nick scream “chris and y/n! where are you guys, we need to take pictures!” chris chuckled as he looked over to me putting his hand out so we could get up. i groan as i take his hand and get up tossing him his clothes.
i start to put my whole outfit on for a second time today as i looked up to see chris fully dressed behind me zipping up my dress. i smile at him as i turn around and kiss him. “come on ma wouldn’t want them waiting” he smirked as i nod my head. i look at myself in the mirror and surprisingly, my hair was still good, but my lipstick was ruined.
we walked outside the room with chris’s arm around my waist. “there you guys are come on we need to hurry” nick said smiling pulling us downstairs. i interlock my hands with chris as we walked to all of our friends.
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Head Fucked
This is an unofficial sequel to Head-Fuck one of @misseviehyde‘s hottest stories
Monica's heart pounded as she stood in front of the door, clutching the address she had found after a lengthy search. She hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with doubt and uncertainty. What if Violet remembered her as the same person she had tormented all those years ago? What if she slammed the door in her face?
Summoning her courage, Monica raised her hand and knocked on the door. The seconds ticked by like hours as she waited, her anxiety growing with each passing moment. She didn’t have a lot of time before Wren got home from school and paraded around like the bitchy brat she was now. Finally, the door creaked open, revealing a girl her daughter’s age. She wore glasses and had a friendly face.
“Hi can I help you?” She asked with a pleasant smile.
Taken aback for a moment and concerned she didn’t have the right address, Monica timidly asked, “I’m looking for Violet?”
“Thats me! Well I go by Lettie. Oh but I guess you actually want my mom right? Let me go get her.” The young girl said and disappeared back into the house. Monica took a moment to come to grips with Violet having a daughter. It seemed appropriate that someone as vain and conceited as Violet would name her daughter after herself but this girl seemed so friendly and nice.
Her mind didn’t have long to dwell on it because a moment later she found herself face to face with a middle-aged, but still outrageously beautiful woman with a look of surprise on her face appeared at the door.
"Can I help you?" Violet asked, her voice cautious.
Monica met Violet's gaze, her heart pounding louder. "Violet," she began, her voice slightly shaky. "It's been a long time."
Recognition flickered in Violet's eyes, and her expression shifted from surprise to a mix of curiosity and something else—remorse, perhaps? "Monica?" she said softly, disbelief lacing her words.
Monica nodded, feeling a lump in her throat. "Yes, it's me. I know this might sound crazy, but I need your help."
Violet's gaze held Monica's for a moment before she stepped aside. "Come in," she said, her voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.
An hour later and Violet sat open mouthed at the take she had just heard. The idea that some magical clay could have made a copy of her was unbelievable and even more outlandish that it would transform an innocent girl like Wren into a mega bitch but Violet couldn’t deny the sincerity in Monica’s voice.
"I'm so sorry, Monica. This is all my fault. If I hadn't been such a bully in school, your daughter would still be the sweet and kind girl I'm sure she is."
Monica's eyes softened as she watched Violet, seeing a mixture of regret and concern on her face. "I'm not here to make you feel guilty," Monica said gently. "I'm here to ask for your help."
Violet looked up, her gaze meeting Monica's with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "What can I do?"
Monica's eyes brightened with a spark of hope. "There's a way to reverse the transformation, but I need your insight," she said, leaning in closer. "Wren needs to touch a sculpted bust I've carefully glued back together over the course of a few months. It will break the clay's hold on her, but the challenge is that she's constantly surrounded by her loyal betas."
Violet's brows furrowed in thought. "Severing her from her clique won't be easy, they were extremely loyal to me back in high school and I loved having them around to applaud my bad behaviour. But I know a few things that might delay them for awhile," she mused.
Tears welled up in Monica's eyes as relief flooded over her. She couldn't believe that the person who had once caused her so much pain was now offering a helping hand. She hugged Violet tightly. "Thank you, Violet. You have no idea what this means to me."
Violet patted her back gently. "We're in this together now. But we must act quickly. "
Monica rushed home and prepared for her daughter’s arrival and hoped Violet’s plan would work. As the sun dipped below the horizon, Wren stormed into the house in a huff right on queue. Her expression was a mix of anger and annoyance. Monica, acting concerned, approached her. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"
Wren's frustration spilled out. "Not that it’s any of your fucking business loser but it’s my friends! They just blew me off. I texted them to hang out, and they all had excuses. How dare they do this to me! I might just have to fuck all their boyfriends to remind them who is in charge."
“Wren I have something to show-” Monica began before Wren shot her a look that blazed with a thousand fires.
“What the hell did you call me?” Her daughter said through gritted teeth as she stepped closer to Monica. Monica shuddered with fear but pushed through, knowing that hopefully their nightmare would soon be over.
“I called you Wren because that’s who you are. You’re not Violet, you’re my daughter and you’re going to be my little girl again.” Monica said as she produced the cobbled together bust of Wren’s face much to Wren’s horror.
Before Wren or Monica could make a move, the sound of laughter and chatter reached their ears. Wren's friends had arrived. Monica's heart raced as she exchanged a quick glance with Wren, both knowing that the crucial moment had arrived.
Wren smirked superiorly at Monica, her eyes gleaming with defiance. "Nice try, Monica, but I'm not going anywhere near that bust," she taunted as she sauntered over to the door to open it.
However amongst her friends at the door was a woman who was incredibly familiar, she had a face that Wren looked at every day. Older Violet stood there, a determined expression on her face. "Oh yes, you will," she declared, her voice commanding.
Wren's smug expression faltered as she stared at Violet in disbelief. "Violet? What are you doing here?"
Older Violet's gaze locked onto Wren's friends, who stood awaiting her orders. "Hold her," she commanded, her voice carrying an undeniable authority.
In an instant, Wren's friends moved forward, their expressions filled with evil glee as they grabbed Wren's arms and held her in place, defying her struggles.
Monica watched, her heart pounding, as Violet took a step closer to Wren, her eyes unwavering. "Wren, it's time you learned your place," Violet said firmly as she took the bust from Monica’s hands.
Wren struggled against her friends' grip as Violet advanced, the sculpted bust in her hands. Fear and anger battled within her as she cried out, "You can't do this! I'm Violet! I'm a goddess!"
Violet's gaze remained unyielding, her determination unshaken by Wren's protests. With steady purpose, held the bust close enough for Wren’s friends to pull her hands onto the bust. Once they touched the clay started to seep off of Wren back onto the bust.
The transformation started slowly at first, a subtle change that moved like ripples through Wren's body. Violet's gaze darkened as she watched, her voice unwavering even as Wren's identity was in flux. "No dear, you’re just a copy," she stated coldly, the words carrying a weight of disgust.
Wren's struggles intensified as the clay's hold on her began to weaken. The confidence that had once empowered her as Violet now wavered, replaced by uncertainty and fear. And in that moment of vulnerability, Monica saw a glimmer of her daughter returning, a chance for her to break free from the grip of the past.
As Violet continued to press Wren's hands onto the sculpted bust, the clay worked its magic with an eerie precision. Wren's struggles intensified, her cries reaching a crescendo as the dark energy that had taken hold of her began to unravel.
In a sudden burst, the clay released its grip on Wren's body and flowed fast back onto the bust. Wren crumpled to the floor, dropped by her bitchy former friends. Violet, with a calculated calmness, took the sculpted bust, a victorious glint in her eyes as she carefully secured it away from Wren's reach.
Monica rushed to her daughter's side, embracing her tightly as Wren gasped for breath. "Thank you so much, Violet. How did you convince her friends to betray her?" Monica said, her voice filled with gratitude.
“Your pathetic daughter was just a poser, her friends recognized the true genuine article when they saw it and when I told them my evil plan to take the power from her, they were more than happy to help, isn’t that right girls.” Violet said with new malice dripping from her words. Monica’s eyes grew wide as she realized that Violet hadn’t changed after all, she was still the conniving butch she always had been and Monica now gave her a change to be young again.
"Please, Violet, it probably wont even work on you. We have to make sure this never hurts anyone again. Please I beg you!"
Violet, unfazed by Monica's pleas, simply shook her head. "Oh please I don’t need this thing. Look at me, I’m still a fucking goddess. No this bust is for someone else.”
Confusion clouded Monica's face as she struggled to understand Violet's motives. Before she could inquire further, Violet snapped her fingers, and in an instant, the bitchy army obediently exited the room.
As Wren's ex friends reentered the room, they dragged in another figure, bound and gagged. It took a moment for Monica to recognize her as Violet's daughter, Lettie. The room fell into a tense silence as the girls dropped Lettie to the ground, removing the gag that silenced her struggles.
Lettie looked up at her mother with a mixture of confusion and fear. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of the sculpted bust Violet held in her hands. "Mom? What's going on? What are you holding?"
Violet's expression remained stoic, a mask that revealed nothing of her inner thoughts. The bitchy clique exchanged smirking glances, clearly excited about the unfolding situation. Monica finally put two and two together and said with a sense of urgency in her voice, "Violet, please, let Lettie go. She doesn't need to be a part of this."
Violet, however, seemed unyielding. "Oh shut up you fucking loser. It took every ounce of my strength not to bully you back at my house. You’re just as pathetic as you were back in school. Just as weak as your daughter. Just as soft as my daughter," she replied coldly, her gaze shifting between the sculpted bust and her daughter, who awaited an explanation with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation.
"I had hoped Lettie would grow into a cruel-hearted and powerful bitch like me, but she cares for people," Violet declared coldly. "She stands up to bullies and uses our fantastic wealth to help others. It's made me sick these past 18 years, but that all changes today, thanks to you, Monica, and this wonderful bust you made."
A chill ran down Monica's spine as Violet advanced on Lettie, who was too slow to react. With a swift and determined move, Violet seized Lettie’s hands and forced them onto the sculpted bust. Lettie’s eyes widened in shock and fear as the transformative magic of the clay began to take effect.
The clay flowed deviously from the sculpted bust onto Lettie’s hands, creating an eerie and malevolent connection between the two. Lettie, initially frozen in shock, threw her head back in sudden electric pleasure, a sinister gleam in her eyes hinting at the transformation's evil nature.
As the dark magic took hold, her body underwent a wicked metamorphosis. From an unathletic and nerdy frame emerged a figure with larger, more impressive tits, pouty lips that exuded a touch of cruelty, and sleek hair that tied up into a bitchy ponytail, framing a face now marked by an evil beauty. Perfect skin replaced any imperfection, and her nails elongated with a delicious curve, reflecting a newfound vanity.
Flabby skin gave way to became toned perfection, and her waist tightened to create a silhouette that echoed a cruel kind of confidence.
Amidst the gasps and shock, Lettie’s expression evolved into a devious smirk, embodying the dark persona of her new body. Her eyes, once timid, now sparkled with an evil glint. The room, shrouded in an atmosphere of foreboding, witnessed a metamorphosis that transcended the physical, leaving an unsettling aura in its wake.
Lettie moaned in delight as she gazed upon her new form. Her bitchy long nails running over her tight new body. She resisted the urge to shove her hand in her panties and touch her tingling pussy.
“Oh mommy, what a wonderful gift. Now I’m your perfect bitchy daughter. I can finally live up to my name. I’m a true Violet now.” The new younger Violet giggled.
Monica and Wren looked on, both transfixed by the transformation that had taken place. Monica was horrified by the evil that she had unwittingly unleashed but Wren was now jealous of the power she had lost. Crawling over to the older Violet, she began to beg.
“Please give it back! I want to be Violet again. I’ll be your perfect daughter, aren’t you impressed with how I made my mom into my little bitch?” Wren said clawing at Violet’s leg. Both Violets looked at her with disdain.
“If you really had her under your thumb like I had all those years ago then she wouldn’t have sought out my help in the first place. My daughter is the true heir and once I put in the papers for her transfer to your school she’ll show you what a true bully looks like.” Older Violet said with a knowingly smirk.
“Really mommy? That’s so wicked and evil I love it! I can’t wait to make you my grovelling little simp,” Younger Violet said looking down at Wren in disgust. “You can start by gathering up all the sexy clothes you’ve bought as me so I can get a head start on putting together my slutty wardrobe. If you’re fast maybe I’ll even let you lick my pussy so you can get a taste of what it was like to be perfect.”
Wren quickly got to her feet and headed for her bedroom but Monica caught her arm and pleaded with her to stop.
“Fuck off mom, you ruined everything! I’ll do anything Violet asks me now, she’s a goddess. I should know!” Wren said with pure venom in her voice as she shook off her mother’s grip and headed upstairs.
“Darling why don’t you and your new friends go up to Wren’s bedroom and ‘help’ her out? Me and Monica here are going to reminisce about old times.” Old Violet said with an evil smirk that was exchanged by her daughter as she and her loyal betas ran upstairs giggling.
“W-what are you going to do to me?” Monica said trembling as Violet closed in on her.
“Oh just something my daughter said really put me in the mood. So loser, get licking, I don’t have all day.” Violet grinned as she hiked up her skirt and showed off her bare glistening pussy.
WEEKS LATER
“And if I do this, you’ll finally let me in the clique?” Wren asked a waiting Violet. Wren was dressed as slutty and as hot as her dorky body could manage, trying to mimic her idol. However no one was close to Violet and her beauty.
“Yes idiot, you’ve been so loyal these past few weeks that this is your final test. Go into the principals office and convince him to give us all straight A’s for the rest of the year, by any means necessary.” Violet said with a devious grin. Wren nodded enthusiastically and marched into the principal’s office.
“Are you really going to let that loser into our gang babes?” Laura, Violet’s unwaveringly loyal number two, asked. Violet shot her a cheeky smile.
“Well if she doesn’t get herself expelled I’ll consider promoting her to our official cum cleaner. After all her mother is a natural so she should be no different.” Violet said as they waited for Wren.
Meanwhile miles away back at Violet’s house, her mother was receiving a rejuvenating mud facical courtesy of the melted down remains of Lettie’s bust. The mud melted pleasurably into her skin erasing the minor wrinkles she had and tightening the skin all across her body.
Violet moaned in pleasure as she felt twenty years younger. She would take Lettie’s place in the private school she had transferred her out of, losing as her sister and she would cause havoc for a new generation all over again. Her plan made her positively gush and she knew just who to service her.
Snapping her fingers, Monica appeared quickly at the door wearing the slutty maid outfit Violet forced her to wear.
“Mistress you are looking divine.” Monica said like a sycophant. Weeks of constant service had beaten her down into a submissive slave for Violet and her daughter.
“Silence worm. I want that tongue to be focused on doing one thing only now. Now come to mommy.” Violet said with a cold purr as Monica crawled over to her waiting pussy.
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The love of a hero
A Quick Trim
Masterlist
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
A/n: I’ve been half way finished with this one for awhile but finally finished :)
Description: You and Jason spend a lovely afternoon off together
Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader
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It was your first full day off since you had started your job at Arkham Asylum. You were unsure with what to do with yourself. Instead of just laying around your apartment you had decided to go explore the city. A few weeks ago on your way to work you stopped by the best coffee shop, remembering this you set off in the shop’s direction.
On your trip out you grabbed a few groceries for the week and a new outfit for a gala you had been invited to. It was a fundraiser for the asylum that was generously hosted by the famous play boy Bruce Wayne. While you were walking home you happened to pass the coffee shop again, the barista called the name Jason which caught your attention. As you turned to look through the shops open window you and him made eye contact. A big smile slid across his lips as he walked towards you. “Hey neighbor” he greeted you warmly, “have you tried this place before?”.
You shook your head softly, “I had some this morning actually, it’s sooooo good” a light laugh escaped your lips as you took in his beautiful smile.
He reaches for the bags in your hands and you let him take them. “What a gentleman” you tease, “you must have women throwing themselves at you”. He puts a hand to his chest and acts as if he’s hurt. You laugh at his dramatics and he admires your happiness.
The two of you walk back to your apartment building while chatting. When you reach your apartment, you unlock the door and let him inside. As he sets down your grocery bags he asks, “so do you have any important plans for today”.
You take a minute and pretend to think as you start to put your things away, “you know now that I’m thinking about it, I have some pretty good books waiting for me” you joke but watch as his fcae changes into disappointment. Your heart aches when you see the look in his eyes, “would you like to stay over for a little?” You offer softly. He looks up at you as you catch yourself staring at him, but you don’t look away when he notices it.
He smiles and shakes his head, “I would love that” he says happily while helping put away some food. You smile to yourself at his response, the two of you had been getting closer. You two hung out almost every day you could and you were starting to grow feelings for him, although you weren’t sure if they were platonic or something more.
You watched him from across the kitchen, taking in his energy. You notice something was frustrating him but couldn’t tell what. When he would look down you could see his bangs fall into his eyes, you let out a breathy laugh as you realized. “your hair” you hummed, “it’s getting pretty long huh”. The glare he sends your direction catches you off guard, he’s never look at you like that and you didn’t know how to feel. “Sorry, sensitive topic” you said holding up your hands in defense.
His face softens as he shakes his head, “sorry I’ve just been hearing the same thing from my family all week”. As he finishes unpacking the last bag he notices all the ingredients for his favorite baked good, “cookies?” He says like a question.
You shake your head, “do you want to make some” you say moving closer towards him, you bravely let your finger push his white bangs out of of his face. He’s silent, he can’t take his eyes off you and how close you are to him. He nods his head overwhelmed by your touch. “Good” you say catching yourself and backing up a bit, “I’ll trim your hair and then we can make some”
You pull up a chair for him to sit in and grab a pair of scissors. “Don’t fuck up my hair” he says jokingly but you can hear the concern in his voice. You laugh and reassure him you won’t.
You start in the back, taking off little bits of his dark hair at a time until you’re satisfied. As you brush through his hair you notice a lot of scarring, your heart aches a bit for him but you ignore it. He would tell you about them if he wanted to talk about it and you respect that he doesn’t. You move to the front and take his salt and pepper bangs in between your fingers and lean in. While trimming the hair in your grasp you met his eyes, you suddenly realize how close you two are. His lips are inches away from yours and that makes your face heat with a blush. You caught yourself starting to lean in like your body knows you crave his kiss but you jump back hoping to not make it weird.
You hand him a mirror so he can admire your hard work. He checks himself out for a minute and then lets a deep laugh slip from his lips, “a doctor and a hair stylist” he says looking back up a you. You can’t tell if he’s flirting or not but before you can respond he jumps up and heads to the kitchen, “cookie time” he chimes.
You two spend the next hour doing more flirting than baking, and somehow end up with perfect cookie. When the timer goes off you get up to take the cookies out. As you put them on a plate the smell fills your nose, it’s sweet and feels like home. You bring the plate to the living room where Jason awaits book in hand. He perks up when he sees the plate, he picks up the biggest cookie and takes a bite. A moan escapes his lips and you let out a surprised laugh, “you must really be enjoying those cookies” you tease.
“This taste identical to the ones I use to have as a kid” he says taking a few more and going back to his book. You sit back down next to him, your legs are in his lap as he rests one of his hands gently on your calf, rubbing up and down in smooth motions. You pick up your book and begin to start reading but a thought comes to you. A thought about the cookie recipe you use and how only one person knows it other than you. A certain butler that bakes for the bunch of adopted Wayne kids, but you shake that thought away. There’s no way you counter, you would definitely know if Jason was one of Bruce Wayne’s kids, right?
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#jason todd#red hood#batfam#dc comics#jason todd fluff#jason todd x reader#jason todd x y/n#red hood x you#red hood x gender neutral reader#jason todd x fem!reader
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For a couple years, I worked in a video store in a small town. In many ways, this was the culmination of a childhood dream: routine, unchallenging labour. If you were a particularly annoying labour analyst, all I actually ever “did” was ring up rentals, restock returns in the morning, and clean the windows. Customer service has its own way of filling the space left by the actual work, though.
People who have worked retail are a sort of elite corps. For one thing, you’re never rude to another retail employee for the entire rest of your life. You’ve been in the trenches, too, and even if you somehow managed to escape, you’d still have had that shared trauma to know how bad that shift could get for that shelf-stocker at Maybe’s Drugs off I-40.
I have all the usual complaints, but there’s something else, too. My unique problem is this: I had this one customer who came in every Monday morning, asking for the same movie. We never had that movie, which is the crux of our conflict. He – and I can’t remember his name anymore, even if the electroshock therapy had been effective – never took “no” for an answer, and would come back the next week. He’d ask for the same thing, by title. No other details: no barcode, no publisher, no actors. Not even a description of the plot (he hadn’t seen it yet, obviously.) Now, this was before broadband internet was widely available, so I’d have to dial up after hours to America Online, and see if the movie had been added to their database. It never did, except one night I saw some folks talking about it in a video store chat room.
Their customers, too, were asking for this film. Insistently. After talking about it that night, we decided that we would form a bit of a trade union group. If any of us heard anything on this mysterious VHS, we would share the knowledge with the rest of the group. That retail-worker camaraderie at work again, you see. Nothing ever came of it, but I did end up becoming good friends with a manager at a Hobart’s Movies in Ames, Iowa, and we were even roommates for awhile before he got a new job at Seaworld. I moved on, too, making my slow, but inevitably in retrospect, drift towards the coast. Still, the whole thing bothered me. For years afterward, I would turn on my computer every Monday night, long after I had left the job, and search for any clue as to the existence of this film.
Once, on a day off, I called a librarian, who got pissy at me for even asking about it, and demanded to know who had put me up to calling her as a prank. I hung up in a panic, but she called back for hours. Obviously, she was also undergoing the same situation, and I felt shame at having brought a momentary pain to another proud Retail-American.
Now, video rental stores are a thing of the past. Even in small towns, they have been reduced to just a fond memory and an abandoned corner of a strip mall. Maybe my customer’s quest doesn’t matter anymore. The aggregation of the world’s knowledge into one hissing, unseen beast at the centre of our collective technological hallucination is complete. If they don’t have it, pick a different one. All I know is that, one day, someone will find a copy of this movie, and I’ll be able to go back to that town and shove it in the ground where the video store once stood. On that day, I can finally rest, freed from the slavedriver that is Mr. Magoo’s Christmas Carol.
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𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕛𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕟’𝕋𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤
𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙𝟘 : Baby Honey NSFW 🔞
♡ 𓃗 ♡
Pre! Outbreak Joel x horseback riding instructor f!reader
A/N: One order up of the Joel Miller pussy eating special! 🤠
~word count: 4.1k~
Summary: the slow burn between you and horse dad! Joel has come to an end. He shows you just what he meant when he said he wanted to worship your body.
Warnings: fluff, flirting, teasing, smut, oral (female receiving) fingering, nipple play, overstimulation, praise kink, consent (Joel talks you through it) nickname overload, sexual tension, dirty internal thoughts, vulgar language, filthy talk, begging, Joel gets pussy drunk and loves it, he acts like such a sweetheart, a little smug, he’s got some serious rizz, (+18) minors dni!
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Austin, Texas
Joel had been a complete sweetheart for the rest of the evening after he drove you home from the bar. He didn’t even allow your feet to touch the ground when he pulled up to your apartment complex. He insisted on carrying you from his truck to your apartment door. You were in a fit of drunk giggles with your cheek smushed up against his warm chest. His t-shirt smelled of lavender vanilla detergent and cologne. He smelled so good. “Are ya really goin’ and smellin’ my shirt right now darlin?’ You lil’ drunk weirdo.” His tone was light, airy, and mildly raspy.
“Shh. Don’t you dare go make fun of me right now, Joel. You smell so good..what is that cologne you’re wearing? Smells heavenly..” You took one big ole whiff which caused Joel to chuckle as he quietly unlocked your apartment door and used his hip to push it open.
“Dunno what brand it is actually. Tommy got it for me awhile back. I’ll have to let him know that you’re a huge fan of it, sweetness.”
“I love when you call me cute things. You have so many different names for me, babe. How do you keep track of them all?” Joel had gently sank down onto the couch with his arms still firmly wrapped around you.
“Yeah? Well..I love calling you cute things. I do have a lot of ‘em huh? You wanna order some food now or after we get ya into some comfy clothes?”
Your arms had slid up around his neck, fingers lazily playing with the strands of hair along the nape of his neck as you peppered sweet kisses across his jawline. “Hmmm..let's order food now. I am absolutely starved.”
Joel couldn’t contain his little grin as you peppered kisses along his face. His dimples were even peeking through as the pad of his thumb was rubbing slow, gentle circles against your spine. He couldn’t help but turn his head a little, giving you a quick peck on the lips. “Alright, my sweet girl. Lets get some food in ya.”
For the rest of the evening, you and Joel were curled up on the couch with a box of pizza, and garlic knots on the coffee table while you watched a few episodes of Friends. At some point, you had fallen asleep with your head resting in his lap over a fluffy blanket. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this content with someone. The domestic intimacy was so pure, so soft and he loved every second of it.
The following morning you were rudely awoken by your alarm clock blaring along your nightstand. Before you could even think about getting out of bed, a strong arm reached over your middle and firmly pressed down on the alarm clock, ceasing its annoying blaring. Joel grumbled something incoherent against your ear as he firmly tugged your warm body back against his chest, nuzzling his nose against your neck as he inhaled deeply.
“Joel..” You whispered, voice laced with sleep. Your eyes weren’t even open yet. “I have to get up honey.”
“Mmm. No you don’t. Stay in bed a little longer here with me..you’re so warm..” He hummed, pressing a languid kiss to the spot below your ear.
Your body instantly melted against his broad chest as you let out a content sigh. “Okay, fine. You win this round. Can you hand me my phone please?”
You could feel a smirk spreading across Joel’s lips as he kissed along your skin. “Oh, please. Don’t act like you don’t wanna spend all mornin’ in bed with me.” He warmly chuckled before he blindly reached for your phone on the nightstand.
“Of course I wanna spend all morning in bed with you..I just need to see if Ryder can go feed the horses for me in the meantime.” You grabbed your phone from his grasp before finding Ryder’s contact and pressed the receiver against your ear.
“Gooood morning sunshine! How are you feeling babydoll?” Ryder’s voice singsonged through the line. She sounded awfully enthusiastic for it being so early in the morning.
“Hey, babe? Would you do me a huge favor? Can you head over to the barn and bring the boys in and get them fed? I’m gonna be a little late this morning..Did you have a fun evening with Tommy?”
You could feel Ryder smirking through the receiver and she was currently in bed with Tommy who was listening in on the conversation of course. He was eager to hear if his big brother had finally gotten lucky.
“Long night, huh? Is Joel with you right now? Of course I can bring them in and get them fed. Do you mind if Tommy comes with me? He spent the night..” You could picture her little smile through the phone when she mentioned Tommy being there with you.
“Don’t you go and get any funny ideas now, Ryder.” You couldn’t help but giggle. “Yeah, Joel is here with me right now. He spent the night too..” You felt him gently squeeze your hip bone as he continued to pepper kisses along your neck. “Sounds like you had a fun night babe. I can’t wait to hear all about it. Tell Tommy I say hello! Kisses.” You ended the call and carelessly tossed your phone along your nightstand before you turned your head over your shoulder and finally met his lips in a searing kiss.
Joel had eagerly kissed you back as his warm hands found purchase around your hips, brushing his thumbs at the soft skin below your navel as the hem of his shirt that you were wearing was resting just above where his hands were firmly holding you.
“Joel..” You mumbled against his lips, dragging your fingertips along his jawline, catching his stubble along the soft pads of your fingers.
“Hmm?” He gave your hips a light squeeze as his nose nudged against yours. “C’mere. Come closer baby.” He rasped against your lips
You wasted no time to turn yourself around in his arms so that you were facing him. The kiss you shared was broken away for just a mere moment before your lips were pressed to his once more. You hiked your thigh over his hip as your hands were gently holding his face. “Joel..” you whispered.
“Yeah baby? What’s up darlin?’” His words were muffled by your lips as his hand dropped down, fingertips brushing over the exposed skin along your thigh. He gave it a firm squeeze, sinking the pads of his fingertips into the plush flesh.
“We’re finally alone..with no interruptions.” There was a certain giddiness to your tone when the realization washed over the both of you and time seemed to stop.
“I don’t..I don’t have anythin’ on me darlin'’” he slowly detached his lips from the kiss, using his free hand to cup your cheek gently in his warm palm as he dragged the pad of his thumb across your plush lower lip. He watched with hooded eyes as you nibbled playfully on the tip of his thumb, eyes locked on his.
“I don’t either..it’s been awhile for me as you know. There’s other things we can do, baby.”
Joel took his own lip between his teeth when you had lightly sucked on the tip of his thumbnail, eyes looking at him with a doe like innocence that had blood flowing straight down to his cock. “You can’t be lookin’ at me like that darlin’ and sayin’ things..fuck.” He rasped.
“Looking at you, how?” You had a tiny smirk playing across your pretty lips as your lashes fluttered and he had images of you down on your knees in front of him flash across his mind. Mouth full of his cock, spit dribbling down your chin—
“Can I taste you?” He knew his request was bold. Perhaps even a little brash for his own taste but he could only imagine how sweet your cunt had to be. He hadn’t had a desire to be this intimate with someone in so long. It felt like foreign territory, but all the more exciting. He wanted to show you just how badly he wanted to please you. He promised you nearly a month ago that he wanted to worship your body in more ways than one. He wasn’t a man to go back on his promises either, he always followed through.
Your breath hitched harshly in your throat at his request. How was this man so fucking sweet, yet so filthy at the same time. A mixture between heaven and hell. On the fleeting cusp of driving you absolutely mad. Would he tease you? Would he have you begging him for more? God his tongue—
“Yes. Please.” You nearly mewled.
“Get on your back for me sweetheart. Wanna make sure you’re nice and comfy, Kay?” He pressed a light playful kiss to the tip of your nose, loving the way your face when cutely scrunch up.
The early morning calm began to grow thick with tension. The chemistry between you and Joel was radiating through the expanse of your room, bouncing off the wall like ping pong balls. You could hear his heart racing in his rib cage, feel the butterflies swirling in your stomach as you eased yourself away from his grasp on you, rolling over onto your back.
Joel was leaning over you now, fluffing the pillows behind your head with ease. You couldn’t help but giggle when he had gently stuffed a pillow under your lower back so you had more support.
“What’so funny?” He was looking down at you with a boyish grin as he settled himself between your thighs.
“Nothing, baby. You’re just..you’re really sweet and careful..and attentive to me.” You reached your hand up, gently cupping his cheek as he leaned down over you.
“Remember how I told ya after our first date that I was gonna worship you, and your body in more ways than one? This is just part one..I’m gonna take real good care of you, okay? The way that you deserve..” His nose lightly brushed against yours as he closed the small gap between you once more. He pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. It was slow, languid and filled with emotions only the two of you shared.
“I remember. Let’s speed things up then, cowboy.” You giggled against his lips kissing him back sweetly.
“Slow down there, cowgirl. I’m gonna take my time with ya. You’re gonna love it, trust me.” You felt his fingers toying with the hem of his shirt along your body. “Can I take this off? Or do you wanna keep it on?” He mumbled against your lips.
“Take it off.”
“Don’t gotta ask me twice.” He could feel your eagerness as you were already lifting your arms above your head. Inch by inch, he slowly began to lift his shirt over your head. He begrudgingly detached his lips from yours to get the shirt over your head but once he rid you of the fabric, he was gazing down at you. His eyes flitted down to the way your nipples hardened from the cool morning air. You couldn’t help but playfully give his cheek a light slap when he was shamelessly checking you out.
“Hey, eyes up here buddy!”
Joel warmly chuckled as one of his hands found purchase just under your right breast. His thumb was gently stroking across the plush skin as he gave you another boyish grin. “Sorry, honey. Can’t help myself. You’re beautiful, and these? These are very nice.” His thumb brushed across your hardened nipple as your back arched up against him from the light touch.
Your skin felt ignited under his touch as if he had set a match off deep inside of you that left your body craving for more. You were certain that no other man had ever had this intoxicating effect on you. Goddamn you, Joel Miller. “Baby, please don’t tease me..please..I need more than that.”
“What’s that honey pie? You want me to tease ya some more? Patience, my sweet girl. It’ll be worth it in the end. I promise.” His tone was low, husky, and it sent a warm shiver down your spine. Your lips parted open as his own began to make their descent along your neck. His lips were gentle, yet practiced as he kissed along your skin. Your fingers already found their way through his soft tendrils of curls as you gently grasped the back of his head.
He crooned when he heard you suck in a harsh breath as his lips found their way to the valley between your breasts. He licked a long, hot stripe down your sternum before you felt the bridge of his nose drag across the swell of your breast. He nipped playfully at the soft flesh, listening to your soft giggle that quickly developed into a whimper when his lips wrapped around the hardened nub, swirling his tongue along the raised skin.
“Jooooeelll.” You couldn’t stop the whine that escaped your throat as your lashes fluttered shut. Your thighs clenched together and there was no doubt that you were already absolutely dripping for this man.
“Mmm. What did I just say?” He tsked playfully against your skin. Patience, my sweet girl. Enjoy each moment.” He had a mouthful of your breast in his mouth and he still managed to say the sweetest things.
“I’m trying my best.” You let out a frustrated huff as your nails lightly scraped along his scalp. “You’re making it increasingly more difficult for me, baby.”
“Sounds like a personal problem darlin.’” His warm chuckle sent vibrations deep into your core. Just as you were about to smartass him, he shushed you by showing the same amount of care and attention to your other breast. Except this time, his teeth lightly scraped along the nub, causing a low hiss to elicit past your parted lips.
The anticipation was absolutely eating you alive as his lips, and sinful tongue began to descend over your navel as his hands grasped the underside of your thighs. “Need ya to look at me sweetheart. Wanna see those pretty eyes, sugar.” He playfully nipped at the inside of your thigh, soothing the bite of his teeth along your skin with a soft kiss.
Your lashes fluttered open as you looked down at him. This was by far the hottest sight you had ever laid your eyes on. Joel nestled between your thighs, smirking playing on his lips and his beard lightly scraping along your skin as he looked up at you. “Enjoyin’ the view?” He nipped playfully at the inside of your thigh once more.
Smug bastard.
“Mhm. It’s quite the view.”
“It’s about to get even better for ya babydoll.” He shot you a playful wink as he brought your calves to rest along his broad shoulders. “Hook your ankles behind my head.” You did as you were told, taking your lip between your teeth and biting down on it hard. “Atta girl.”
You were ready to tell him to stop playing games. That if he kept this up, you’d surely pass out from the sexual frustration. All of those thoughts came to a delicious halt when the tip of his broad, beautiful nose brushed firmly against your clothed clit.
Your hips jolted towards his face from the sensation as an ‘oh fuck’ flowed past your parted lips shamelessly.
Joel kept his eyes locked on yours as he flattened his tongue along your clothed center, tasting you through the thin cotton fabric with a low hum vibrating up his throat. “How long’s it been for ya honey?”
“T–Too damn long.” You whispered.
Joel pressed a chaste kiss to your covered clit. “Yeah? Well, we’re gonna have to fuckin’ change that pretty damn quick baby. Personally, I think you should be gettin’ 3-4 orgasms a day..why stop there? Let's shoot for them stars, sweet thing.”
Okay, it was official. Joel Miller had officially rotted your brain from the inside out, and turned it to complete mush. He knew exactly what he was doing when he left you feeling tongue tied. “Gonna take these off of ya now, okay?”
All you could do was meekly nod as his thumbs hooked around the sides of your panties and painstakingly peeled them down your thighs and past your ankles that were locked behind his head. He tossed the thin fabric off to the side before he got a good look at you. “Shit. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful baby. Drippin’ for me? Fuck.” The filth dripped down his tongue, sugar sweet, sticky like fresh honey. “G’nna have a taste now, okay?”
Your soft sheets were clenched tightly between your fists as you let out a frustrated whine. “Joel, I swear to fucking god, I will crush your stupid handsome head with my thighs if you don’t–” you were cut off when his tongue flattened against your folds, licking an agonizingly slow stripe up your slit as his lashes fluttered shut. He used his forefinger and middle finger to spread your folds open as he dragged his tongue up to your clit, slowly flicking the tip of his tongue across your sensitive bundle of nerves. Back and forth, back and forth. “Sweetest fuckin’ thing i’ve ever tasted. Fuckin’ un-believable.” He mumbled against your cunt. “Could eat this sweet fuckin’ pussy any goddamn day of the week. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert.”
Your eyes rolled back into your skull as your thighs clenched inwards. This man knew exactly what he was doing and it would only be a short matter of time before he would be coaxing your first of many orgasms with him. “Fuck–fuck. Baby, that feels so good.” You moaned, fisting the sheets tighter in your grasp.
Joel wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking harshly as his tongue swirled around the bud. He was already feeling high off your natural taste. He wasn’t shy when it came to eating pussy. He had years of experience but with you, it felt the most intimate. Like all he wanted to accomplish was giving you as many mind numbing orgasms that he could draw out of you. He loved the way you melted like putty along his skillful tongue. Your sweet moans for him drove him further into a blissful state of mind of pleasing you.
You could already feel the cord twisting tightly in your stomach as he continued to ruin you with his mouth and tongue. He looked so handsome, mouthful of your pussy, hair falling over his face as he drove his tongue deep inside of you, wanting to taste every part of you that his tongue could reach. When he started fucking you with his tongue, mumbling filth about how sweet you tasted, that you were being such a good girl for him, the cord snapped as you cried out his name.
He eagerly lapped up your release along his tongue. He gathered up every last drop that you had to offer him as he left gentle kitten licks along your clit. Little did you know, he wasn’t done with you just yet. He watched you with hooded eyes as he rested his cheek along the inside of your thigh. His lips, chin, and beard were glistening with your slickness as he pressed an open mouthed kiss to your trembling skin. “How was that for some pussy eatin?’” He teasingly asked you.
“Just about snatched my goddamn soul from my body, cowboy.” You let out a breathless laugh as you looked down at him with a post orgasm haze coating your features. You released your death grip on the sheets, bringing your hand to gingerly cup his jaw as your thumb brushed across his pouted lower lip, tugging it down gently. “I don’t like that look your giving me baby..what’s cooking in that brain of yours?”
Joel hummed as he leaned into your affectionate touch, his eyes flitting up to yours and they had that certain sparkle in them that you loved so much. “Mmm. Did ya think I was done with ya that quick? Absolutely not.” He chuckled, nibbling gently on the tip of your thumbnail. “I’m just such a gentleman that I'm gonna give ya a quick breather.”
“You weren’t kidding about that 3-4 orgasm thing huh? Fuck. You’re gonna be the death of me Miller.” You let out an exasperated sigh as you threw your head back against the plush pillows when you felt his hot breath fanning across your core once more.
“Nuh uh. I ain’t one to kid about that kinda stuff baby. I’m a man of my word.” His huskily spoke before his mouth was enveloping you once more. While his tongue worked your clit to ruin, he had lightly begun to tease your slick entrance with his forefinger. As his tongue lapped at you, he slowly eased his finger inside of your sopping cunt, knuckle deep as he curled it inwards. He could feel your walls fluttering around his finger already, and the feeling had his mind reeling to think about what it would feel like with his cock deep inside your warmth.
Like Heaven.
“Fuckin’ tight little pussy, huh? Clenchin’ around my finger already. You want another, sweet girl?” His tongue was working you at a speed that you struggled to keep up with as he completely overwhelmed your senses. You mewled out his name, bucking your hips up against his face, desperate more. “Yes, please baby. Give me more, Joel. Please.” Your words fell through staggered breaths as he slowly inserted a second finger, curling them up against the sweet spot that had you seeing stars. He slowly began to pump his fingers in and out of you, developing a smooth rhythm that was in sync with his tongue. A delicious combination that had you shamelessly riding his face.
“Good girl. That’s my good fuckin’ girl. Look at how filthy you’re gettin’ fo’me.” He mumbled against your cunt, pumping his fingers faster. He could feel himself getting drunk off your taste along his tongue. Your breathless whines, the way your thighs trembled, and quivered around his head. He was drunk off every goddamn moment he was spending with you. Pussy drunk where he was at the point of no return.
“Oh–oh fuck! Jooooeeelll!” You were on the brink of sobbing as your second orgasm rolled through you like a tidal wave. Joel didn’t give you a moment to breathe this time. He continued to work you right on through it as you clenched tightly around his fingers.
“C’mon, darlin.’ You got one more for me? I know ya do. C’mon, pretty girl. Gimme one more. One fuckin’ more.”
You shook your head back and forth vigorously, bringing your freehand to your mouth, biting down on the outside of your hand, tears threateningly to spill over as you were teetering over the edge of overstimulation. “Joel–I–can’t! It’s too much! Baby, please I can’t! Joel, I can’t!” You desperately pleaded with him.
“Yes you can honey. Yes you can. I got you, sweet girl. You’re okay. You’re safe. Ain’t nothin’ gonna hurt you, my baby honey.” He reached his free hand up and found your hand that was still fisting the sheets, he gently pried your fingers apart, slipping his between yours as he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “One more for me. One more baby.” His lips wrapped around your clit once more, sucking harshly as he drew one last final orgasm from you.
Your ears were ringing, blood rushing as everything in close proximity sounded hazy, fuzzy to you as your body convulsed around Joel’s tongue and fingers. You were almost certain that you had passed out for a moment. Your body was struggling to handle the immense waves of pleasure like none other than you had experienced before. Your mind felt blissfully numb, as if you were on a big fluffy cloud, drifting through the sky with a warm breeze kissing your cheeks.
Your ex had absolute jack fucking shit on your cowboy.
Joel had praised you through the entire thing, lapping up your final release like a man starved. He pressed one last gentle kiss to your swollen clit before he kissed his way back up to your lips, pecking them a few times as his hands gently held your face. “Come back to earth, my sweet girl. I gotcha.”
Your limp arms found their way around his neck, kissing him back languidly as you tasted yourself along his tongue. “You sure know how to make a girl scream, cowboy.” Your tone was sticky sweet, tainted with post orgasm haze.
“I like to call that one the Joel Miller pussy eating special.” He chuckled, kissing you deeply.
“Shut the fuck up.” You giggled.
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So I’m living for Nimona. Living, loving it and especially live Nimona and Bal and Ambrosius
And then I thought of this AU/What If Scenrio:
Ballister and Nimona kidnapping Ambrosius
• So basically Ambrosius manages to sneak his way down to the dungeon without anyone catching him. This is when Ballister got arrested
• He finds his cell and talks to him, still weary on believing his best friend and love would actually kill the queen. He also feel extreeeeemely guilty upon seeing Ballister’s robotic arm and Ballister himself without it
• Ballister does his best to prove his innocence to Ambrosius and is begging him to believe he didn’t do it and was set up
• It’s a sad affair…until Nimona pops in inside the cell, spooking the both of them. She came to rescue Ballister
• Nimona: Hey Boss, sorry to intrude. Came to bust you out!
Ballister:!! H-How did you-?!
Ambrosius:!! Wha-? Bal, who’s this kid?
Nimona: Name’s Nimona. Oh! This is your nemesis, right? You want me to knock this guy out, Boss?
Ambrosius:!! What? Nemesis? Boss?
Ballister:!! No! No, I’m not her…I just met her. And no, no knocking him out. He’s not even my nemesis
Nimona:….So stabbing?
Ballister:!! NO! THAT’S EVEN WORSE!
• So then Bal is blubbering and Ambrosius is startled by this weird kid that wants to stab him
• Nimona breaks the keypad and lets Ballister out before Ambrosius could stop her and she’s just bantering him, which is annoying him and tiring Ballister as this isn’t how he wanted seeing Ambrosius again to go
• While they were squabbling, the sirens go off and guards come in to get Ballister and Nimona and Ambrosius is trying to make them stop to no avail
• Ballister and Nimona run, but then Nimona grabs Ambrosius and drags him with, making the guards believe they just took him hostage
• Ballister: Gah-! Let him go!
Nimona: C’mon, we’re villians! Taking hostages is a huge villain move!
Ballister: No, we’re not!
Ambrosius: Gah-! How strong is this kid, Bal?!
• So then Nimona shapeshifts and they escape, again taking Ambrosius with them. Ambrosius also ends up the one who gets knocked out by the debris
• Of course, Ballister now panics since, ya know, they kinda kidnapped his boyfriend who now probably has a concussion. Nimona just doesn’t get it and she’s like,”Boss, this is the guy who cut off your arm. Why do you care?” So, yeah, they kinda have to bring him with now
• Ballister, carrying the unconscious Ambrosius in his arms: This is bad, this is really bad
Nimona: Yeah…cuz you’re being a killjoy about it
Ballister:!! Wha-? Wha-? No! No! We literally kidnapped him! Now people will think I’m a murderer AND a kidnapper!
Nimona:…At least one thing true goin’ for ya!*smiles*
Ballister:*Sighs* I should’ve just stayed in jail
• So the Director, of course, uses this to malign Ballister and make him look bad as he just killed the queen, works with a monster, and now has taken the descendant of Gloreth captive
• After awhile, Ambrosius comes to in the tower with a bandaged head and Ballister sitting by him with the tacos Nimona made
• He jumps upon remembering that Nimona was all shapeshifting in front of him and was about to grab his sword…oooooonly Ballister took it and places it on the side while caring for him
• Nimona: Yeah, your sword’s over there, buddy
Ballister:…I took it off while you were out. Sorry
• Ambrosius is just trying to understand everything that happened since he went into the dungeon, but after a couple minutes and thst after there’s this shapeshifting kid right in front of him
• Ambrosius: So….Who are you?
Nimona: I’m Nimona and YOU are lucky the boss didn’t let me bite your leg while you slept
Ballister: I wouldn’t have let her. I promise
• After some time, Ambrosius collects himself and relaxes. He tells Ballister he really believes him and is all more than willing to clear his name. Though, he reluctantly agrees to work with Nimona
• So now he’s just with them and helping clear Ballister and trying his best to convince people that his bf and his shapeshifting sidekick didn’t kidnap him
There’s so much more than can be added and made just one this and I’m living for it!!
#nimona#ballister blackheart#ballister boldheart#ambrosius goldenloin#ballister x ambrosius#nimona movie#I just thought of this and thought it be perfect!#just the idea of this man trying to say his man and his shapeshifter kid who won’t go away didn’t kidnap him!#it’s hilarious#Kidnapped Ambs AU
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ʟɪʟʏ ᴘᴀᴅ
Part Five
Ao’nung x Human!Fem!Reader
Summary: You find ways to meet with Ao’nung despite your parents forbidding you to meet him.
Warning: slight spice in it ;D
[one•two•three•four•five•six•seven]
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The sun hasn’t rise yet, the sky is still dim. You couldn’t sleep. You thought about what happened last night. His sincerity still affects you. Knowing what he did to your siblings, why would he act so nice to you, but not to them. You sighed and stand up from your sleeping mat. Your family are still sleeping. This might get to but you later, but you decided to leave the marui. You remembered that you brought a guitar that your dead mother use to play when singing a lullaby. You took that guitar and left the marui making sure you won’t make a noise.
The wind is still cold like at night, but that won’t stop you being away for awhile. Being with your family starts to strain you so you’re glad you’re finally by yourself. You walked to the same spot where you and Ao’nung talked and sat down. The wave of the water is strong as last night, but not enough to make a tsunami. You can also hear the ilu and skimwing little noise. You strum your guitar trying to remember the tune your mother used to play. You eventually got it and started humming as well trying to remember those words she sang. But that’s something you couldn’t get, so you hummed with the guitar.
“You have a good voice.” That familiar voice stopped what you’re doing. It was Ao’nung, standing in front of you and you could tell that he also couldn’t sleep. His under eyes are a bit darker than usual. Tired expression is all over his face, yet with a soft look on him. You smiled at him, that smile of yours seems enough to make him sleep, but he wouldn’t yet. He wanna take your beauty for awhile, specially now that you are both alone. He sat beside you staring at you face.
“Thank you, I rarely sing actually.” You look down at your guitar hiding your flustered face. He tucked your strand of hair on your ear. You tickled a bit from his finger touching your skin.
“Well, you should sing more. You’re good at it.” He let out a smile. You finally have the courage to show your face, a smile plastered on your face. You thanked him with the same sweet voice you had when you talk to him the first time. Hearing that starts to make Ao’nung’s heart skip a beat. Being near you, his usual jerk self—which you rarely see until the incident—doesn’t appear. Being near you, he can’t help but to feel butterflies in his stomach, it just makes him nice.
“You haven’t sleep.” You put your palm on his cheek, rubbing his under eyes with your thumb. He could feel your cold hands, it is getting cold. He hold your hands, his hands is way warmer than yours and you find comfort from it.
“Well, will you sing me to sleep?” You giggled. You offer him to put his head on your lap which he gladly did. Your right thigh is almost covered by his head, surprisingly it isn’t as heavy as you thought. You laid your guitar next to you then put your hand on his head. He smiled from this, it’s the first time you touch him—intimately. You started singing in English. Despite the foreign language, Ao’nung still likes it, mostly your voice.
Both of you spend the early morning sleeping together near the tree. It was cold, but Ao’nung kept you warm with his arms and tail wrapped around your tiny body. The nap was the best you’ve had, his body felt so relaxing being embraced like that. Though the relaxing nap didn’t last long. You woke up from your parents calling your name, shouting even. You woke up Ao’nung by shaking him receiving a grunt. You told him that your parents are calling you. To his dismay, he let you go, but before that he told you something, “Can we meet every early morning? I wanna talk to you more.” You giggled and nodded. That was the start of your first ever rebelling against your parents.
You did it again and again. Getting addicted to it. Meeting Ao’nung before the sun hits and sneak in your marui pretending to sleep. As the meeting goes on your feeling for him grew. Feeling your heart beat gets faster when around him. Your attempt at giving intimacy usually cuts to how limited your time is. Ao’nung also does the same, even though he got warned by his mother he still comes to you. It’s a very big risk, but a risk he is willing to take. You both eventually at the same page, you both like each other.
“Ao’nung, I like you.” His eyes soften and hugged you tightly. And started kissing your neck also biting it. He repeated many times how he also likes you. Heating up from his sweet words and kisses. Moaning from his sweetness. It was ecstatic, he is your first love. It was special. You want to be with him and he wants to be with you. The lack of time together is choking you so you started to ditch your siblings just to meet him, hug him, kiss him, anything. But of course you will eventually get caught.
“Where are you going ‘ite.”
To be continued…
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A Pawn In Chess - Tartaglia x GN!Reader
Summary: A 5 year anniversary for you and your boyfriend, and your gift to him needed to be perfect. Recalling all the happy memories you had together, annoying your friend with how in love you were and perfecting you gift to Childe. But was he truly in love with you in the first place?
Warnings/Extra: Fluff to Angst // My OC is included >:D // As always, slightly ooc Childe probably // Reader lived in Liyue before moving to Snezhnaya // Takes place some time after Sumeru Archon quests, no major spoilers though dw :) // A part 2 might be written.
W.C - 2241
A/N- When I told my friend this was going to be an angst fic, she was quick to not want it…sooo if this gets enough notes I might consider a part 2. I’m actually semi-proud of this fic! :D Some basic info you’ll need to know about the OC I included is that his name is Zakhar and he’s an electro claymore user apart of the Fatui. He was really only added because I didn’t know the personality’s of any other Fatui well enough to write about…(that would fit in the scenario anyways)
"And you're doing this, why?"
Came a tired voice behind you. You turned and your eyes met those of a dark navy. One of your best friends ever since your boyfriend introduced you to his group. Zakhar.
"Because it's our anniversary!"
You replied, sighing and shaking your head at him as if it was common knowledge. Then again, with how lovey dovey you and your boyfriend usually were, you suppose it is common knowledge in the Fatui. You continued to cut up photos in different shapes and sticking them in a mini scrapbook. You were planning to fill a book with all the memories you had with your boyfriend. You absolutely adored him.
You adored Childe.
You adored Tartaglia.
You.Adored.Ajax.
"Doing all this for Lord Tartaglia seems like it'll take awhile...especially with how perfect you want it to be"
Zakhar speaks, moving to stand next to you and look at your work. He was probably one of the first to find out about yours and Ajax's relationship. You rolled your eyes at him as you continued to perfectly and carefully place all the pictures on the current page.
"It's our 5 year anniversary, of course I want to make it perfect"
"I just think that there's no need to be this obsessed with your gift to him"
He shrugs, crossing his arms. You let out a dramatic gasp as you set down the scissors and yet another couple photos you took with Ajax's. Zakhar looks at you amused but lets out a light chuckle. Picking up the photo you set down he studies it for a moment, and before he could even ask anything, you were quick to explain.
"That's when we first met!"
"You took a photo of when you two only just met?"
"Yes, and it was cute okay!"
You reply, snatching the picture out of his hands with a fake pout, you carefully cut it into a heart. Although you may not believe in love at first sight, you can say that's what you felt when you first met him. Of course it took much longer than that for you to develop feelings for him. You can still remember that day clearly, you had just returned from a trip from Fontaine when you met him and you were more than happy to tell your friend all the details.
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"Hey, wait up!"
Came a carefree voice. You turn and are met with blue eyes gazing into your own eyes. You raise your eyebrow at him. You studied his appearance a bit, definitely not clothing you'd see in Liyue, perhaps someone visiting? Still you stopped walking and waited for him to run up to you. He stood beside you and grinned at you.
"Thanks comrade, the names Childe. What's your name?"
"Childe? An odd name but...my names [Name]"
Childe held out a hand to you, urging you to take it, you looked curiously at him but took it anyways. There was something up with the man next to you, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.
“So [Name], fancy hanging out with me for a bit? I’m new to this Nation of Contracts, and~ having such a cutie like yourself being my tour guild would make my stay more bearable no?”
You looked at him for a bit, slightly surprised at the compliment but shrugged it off. You also shrug off that he seemed to be lying about being new to Liyue. Was this his way of flirting?
He stared back and it was clear he was getting nervous after such a long silence.
“Actuallyyy, if you don’t want to you don’t ha-”
“Sure, I have time. But you better make it worth my while”
Childe looked at you for a second then grinned. He pulled out his Kamera and gestured to you to come closer. You looked at him confused and curious, and it seemed he sensed it as he quickly explained he wanted to take a picture to capture this memory.
You laughed softly at the ginger's antics before agreeing, once he took the photo, he handed a copy of the photo to you before running off. Yelling that he’d meet you here the next day at 8.
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“That was a cute meeting?”
Zakhar asked judgmentally, looking at you with an almost deadpan expression. He clearly did not find anything about the meeting cute.
“Him failing at flirting and you find that cute?”
You nod matter of factly with a grin, before waving him off. He wasn’t there so how would he know how cute Childes' expression was when he attempted to flirt with you? He wouldn't know how cute it was when his face lit up when you agreed to be his ‘tour guide’.
Zakhar rolled his eyes, his eyes scanned the assortment of photos still around your desk. Ignoring the paper scraps, scissors and stickers also on it. He studied the photos that had yet to be added.
“What’s that one?”
He pointed at a picture of you and Childe. You eyes glanced over at the one he was pointing at and your eyes softened. It was a picture of you and Childe outside a restaurant in Snezhnaya. His arm wrapped around your waist as he grinned at the Kamera, you were covered in his scarf, a bright smile also on your face.
“Our first date, he took me to Snezhnaya and asked me on a date, confessed to me after dinner as well”
“Shouldn’t confessions be before the dinner date?...Wait, wasn't this also after you found out about his actual job?”
“Well…yes actually, it was…but I’ve known Ajax for awhile now that I suppose I didn’t care…and also he confessed before and after the date”
You state a dreamy look in your eyes, ignoring the look on the electro user's face as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Clearly confused at how you were so willing to ignore your boyfriend's occupation. You don’t even notice however, as you recall how the date went.
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“[Name]!!”
You turn and see Childe running up to you, you shiver a bit due to the cold and wrap your coat around you more. Smiling at him as he walks over.
He took notice of your shivering and was quick to wrap his scarf around you.
“I’m used to the cold, don’t worry”
He reassured you, before taking your hand and walking with you to a fancy restaurant. You two chatted a bit, and deep down you could tell Childe, or at this point, you knew him as Tartaglia now. He was glad you didn’t seem to care about his status as a Fatui Harbinger.
Though in all honesty, you also wondered how you didn’t figure it out quicker. Especially after finding out what he did in Liyue. Then again you were in Fontaine when it all happened and no one was talking about it when you came back.
Eventually you arrive at the restaurant, and Tartaglia, like the gentleman he is, opened the door for you and even pulled out a chair for you to sit on when you both entered.
The dinner was amazing, and Tartaglia was more than happy to pay, as you two walked out. He walked you home, or atleast to the hotel you were staying at. And as you arrived, he was about to turn and leave.
“Wait, Tartaglia”
He turned and hummed in response, you took out your own Kamera and held it up.
“Can we…take a picture?”
He chuckled a bit and walked over, wrapping his arm around your waist and grabbing your Kamera.
“A picture to remember our first date? You’re rather cute aren’t you love?”
He speaks, placing a kiss on your forehead before snapping a picture of the two of you, however you don’t miss the soft voice of his as he mutters.
“I love you”
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“Oi…Oi!”
Came a voice that snapped you out of your thoughts. Fingers snapping in front of you also brought your attention back to your friend who’s been trying to gain your attention after you started daydreaming.
Your cheeks flushed embarrassed as you scratched the back of your head with a small smile.
“Sorry-”
“Whatever, are you nearly done now? Childes meeting with the other harbingers should be finished soon, then you can give him your gift”
Zakhar states, crossing his arms, eyeing the remaining pictures. Your eyes widened in surprise and glanced at the clock. He was right, you better finish soon if you wanna meet with Ajax after his meeting. He was bound to be tired.
After a bit of begging you managed to convince Zakhar to help you finish the scrapbook. Once it was completed you hugged the book to yourself and happily walked alongside Zakhar to the Fatui headquarters.
“Did I tell you the day I met Ajax's family?”
“Please stop getting all nostalgic-”
“Well!”
You completely ignored his wishes as you started telling him about the day. How his siblings instantly loved you, his parents took a bit to warm up to you, helping with dinner and the proud face Ajaxs had when he watched you get along with his family.
This was the day you learnt of his real name. He allowed you to call him by Ajax, which should’ve been probably something that’s to be expected when you’re dating someone. Yet you felt so honoured he trusted you enough with said name.
You continued talking about what happened when you stayed with Ajax's family for a week. The crafts you made with his younger siblings, the talks you had with his older siblings and the uneasy tension you had with his parents before they warmed up to you. How you two shared a bed. It was clear you were very in love with Ajax. And it was also clear Zakhar was growing tired of it.
“And then-”
“Shhh”
He put his hand over your mouth to stop you from speaking any more. Using a free hand he rubs his temples and looks at you before gesturing that you’ve arrived. You were so caught up with your retelling of memories you didn’t realise you talked about it all the way to the front door of the Harbingers meeting room.
You patiently waited outside, the scrapbook still hugged to your body as you waited for everyone to file out of the room. As the Harbingers left, some ignored you while others gave you a nod of acknowledgement. Ajax was the last to walk out, wearing his large coat.
“Ajax!”
Your eyes didn’t fail to see how he winced as you called out to him. You weren’t being too loud were you? You shake your head, he was probably tired from the meeting.
You walked up to him and were about to hand over the scrapbook when Ajax glared at you.
“What are you doing here [Name]?”
He asked, his tone differed from his usual carefree ones. And it definitely didn’t escape yours or Zakhars attention.
“I…wanted to see you…it’s our anniversary?”
“Right…our anniversary…”
Ajax speaks, nodding. He seems lost in thought, you were about to speak up when he raised a hand to stop you.
“[Name], I think we should break up”
“...Sorry?”
Ajax looked at you, it was clear to you that he wasn’t joking. Did you do anything to make him want to break up with you? Now that you recall, he was starting to get distant since a week ago.
“I…have no use for you anymore…look, I’m not going to continue dragging this relationship on when I never had any feelings for you…you were simply…”
“A pawn in chess?”
Zakhar asks, raising an eyebrow as he walks over to the two of you, having listened in. Ajax pauses before slowly nodding, going to explain more.
“[Name] was…a key to get information on someone that made enemies with us…”
“And you thought the best way to do that was to pretend you liked them? To act as if you two were a happy couple. I don’t mean to judge Lord Tartaglia but that doesn’t seem like a good reason”
You stood there for a bit, clutching the scrapbook in your hands still as Ajax and Zakhar argued. Your mind was trying to process.
So Ajax just came up to you so he could get information on an enemy of the Fatui?
So Tartaglia only took you on a date to act like he truly loved you, so that you trusted him?
So Childe only brought you to meet with his family to act like he trusted you.
Your lips thinned as you dropped the scrapbook and ran off, gaining the attention of the 2 Fatui members.
“[Na-”
“You have no right to try and call after them now”
Zakhar glared, before running after you. Due to being in the Fatui for a while, he easily caught up to you, finding you crying. And although he wasn’t all too good at comforting someone, he still took you back home and tried his best to calm you down. Taking care of you until you fell asleep.
Meanwhile with Childe, his eyes glanced at the book you dropped, picking it up he flicked through it and felt his heart clench. You made a book filled with the memories you had with him, a book meant to show all the happy times you had with him.
Yet it was only a book of lies now.
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Ok I have ideas...
🥂💰🎉
But with Farrel!Penguin 👀👀
And maybe with a plus size female reader but if not that's ok!
I hope you get a lot of fun asks with the meme 🙂.
a/n: oohhh this is a solid set-up! I can absolutely do that for you! Btw, this is based on prompts created by the lovely @finniestoncrane here! I'm always taking requests, especially for these so if anyone is interested, don't hesitate to send them my way. There's so many good ones!!
Content Warning: explicit sexual content, piv intercourse, fingering, making out, and swearing.
Word Count: 1.4 k
Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin x Plus-Sized F!Reader - Just a Kiss
You weren’t entirely sure how you managed to find yourself in this situation.
Everything had happened so fast, like someone pressed the fast forward button during the night.
Until Oswald put his hands on you.
Then time stood still.
His round pudgy, yet calloused hand on top of your knee with his thumb casually drawing circles.
You hummed warmly at the motion. Not shying away from the attention at all.
You craved it actually.
The two of you have been sending each other bedroom eyes from across the way for awhile. It’s why you mostly kept coming back to The Iceberg Lounge…just hoping that maybe one night, you two could finally act on the tension you’ve manifested.
And it looked like tonight was going to be the night.
“Tell me gorgeous,” Oswald started, “where do you think we’re heading tonight?”
You giggled before taking a sip of your drink. “Well…I won’t lie. I’m tipsy enough to admit that I have dirty ideas, not enough to act on them, though.”
Oz snickered, his gold tooth glistened for a moment. “I appreciate the honesty.” as if to reward you, his hand glided over to the inner side of your knee. His hand slowly tracing up to your plump thighs. “But I wouldn’t want you to get too tipsy sweetheart, see…I want you to remember this.”
You slowly spread your legs, despite the seams at the end of your short tight dress straining into your skin in protest. You wanted to make sure his hand had room to get to where you both wanted it to go.
“Drunk or sober I don’t think I could forget someone like you, Mr. Cobblepot.”
“Sweetheart, please…I insist you call me Oz.”
“Okay…Ozzie…” You purred before your breath hitched as Oz dug his fingers into your thigh. “I think I can get used to that.”
“I think I can get used to you, gorgeous.” Oswald leaned his face closer to yours. You could smell the alcohol on his breath and his lips were centimeters from your skin.
He whispered in your ear. “One more thing, just how much would it cost to spend a night with a pretty thing like you?”
It felt like every pore of your skin was set aflame. His hand and his lips were so painstakingly close to where you wanted them to be.
You smiled softly as you turned your head to face him. “For you, Ozzie, just a kiss.”
Oswald barely let you take a breath before smashing his lips hungrily onto yours. One of your arms went around his neck, trying to pull him closer to you. While your other hand was urging his hand under your dress to get to your soaked core.
As your tongue began dancing with his, tasting the warm whiskey blended smoothly with the spice of nicotine.
Your hand finally got his hand to pull your panties to the side so he could finally swipe his fingers up and down between your swollen lips, spreading your juices.
Oswald slowly pulled back from your lips, a thick string of saliva connected both of your bottom lips. When you licked across your lip to break the string, he bit his lip.
You breathlessly cried his name when his fingers finally entered you. Your hand clinging onto his wrist like a vice.
When you arched your back, Oswald took the opportunity to unzip your dress.
He unceremoniously shucked the front of your dress down. His mouth watered at the sight of your large perky breasts. Oswald’s lips immediately latched on to one of your nipples and he began sucking and nipping at the bud.
His fingers have sped up now, vigorously thrusting in and out with ease from your wetness. Whenever his thumb rubbed circles against your clit, your eyes would roll back.
“O-Ozzie…shit…” You panted, speechless, no room for a single thought in your brain except for the pleasure he was giving you.
Your one free hand that was still around his neck you used to pull his head away from your chest, before pulling him in for another searing hot kiss.
Your legs drew closer together, suffocating his hand and yours, as the knot in your gut tightened more.
You didn’t want this to end so quickly, not yet, not like this.
You moaned his name against his lips, which made him pull back and thankfully slow down his fingers.
“What is it, sweetheart?” He slurred, drunk on you.
“Gonna…gonna…don’t want to…want you, need you.” You hoped he could understand because you weren’t sure you were capable of full sentences just yet.
Thankfully, he understood even thought it meant he had to pull his hands away from you. He got up off the couch for a moment and began unbuckling his belt.
“Make yourself comfortable sweetheart, whichever way you want me.”
Not thinking twice about it, you braced both of your hands against the arm rest, slightly leaning most of your upper body weight into it. You arched your back which made your voluptuous ass stick out invitingly.
An invitation Oswald was more than happy to accept as he got behind you. His hands crawled back up your legs. He wrapped both of his fingers on each side of the waistband of your panties.
You gasped when you heard the undeniable sound of fabric being ripped.
Oswald chuckled, before leaning his body directly over yours. “Don’t worry,” he whispered in your ear, as he rolled up the lower half of your dress.
You could feel the head of his cock gently poke at your slit. “I’ll getcha some new ones.”
Oswald dug his head into your neck, peppering sweet wet kisses all along your neck and shoulder.
A sweet gesture to soften the swift penetration of his cock into you.
You gasped his name, the motion practically knocking the wind out of you. He was so thick you weren’t sure you could get all of him in. However, Oswald was determined, and little by little with each thrust he finally bottomed out in you.
“Shit…so tight…fuckin’ perfect for me.” Oswald groaned before he began a steady pace.
Your breasts bounced relentlessly against the top of your stomach from his pounding. Your knuckles turned white at the chokehold you had on the armrest. You could feel the pins and needles of numbness start to take over your legs from holding both your weight and his.
Oswald held steadfastly to the folds of your skin, driving you into him when he pushed back in. One of his hands moved to knead one of your bouncing tits and the other made another journey down to your pussy.
“Oz…OZ!” Your moans shrivled into silent cries as you felt his deliciousy thick fingers rub more circles into your clit.
The smacking of sweaty skin and his dick meeting your soaked pussy; mixed with your panted moans and his primal groans created a cacophany of passion in the office. You couldn’t even make out the thumping of the bass from the club below.
You could make out the thumping in your heart and the tension tightening in your gut. Your walls tightened around Ozzie, causing him to curse.
“Damn–” he panted. “You’re gonna make me cum, and I’m gonna give you everything I have.”
You nodded like a bobble head. “Yes, yes, please, Ozzie…want it…want you…”
Oswald picked up his pace drastically, his cock never fully pulling out, just enough to leave the head in before thrusting harshly and quickly back inside. His fingers on your clit dug harder and faster into you.
Every limb in your body tightened just before the knot in your belly began unraveling. Leaving your body in a delectable tingly heap of nerves.
As you came, Oswald continued to thrust faster and harder, especially as your walls constricted around his cock tighter. It didn’t take long before he too met his peak. Stuffing you up to the brim with his heavy load.
After taking a moment to catch your breath, Oswald reluctantly pulled out of you and slowly lifted himself off of you.
However, before he could get up, you immediately pulled him back down on top of you, resting his head on your chest.
Oswald smiled as he lifted his head up just slightly to meet your eyes with his.
He kissed the top of your chest and collarbone, before stopping at your neck.
“I got one more question for you, gorgeous.”
You hummed in response, as you began lazily rubbing your hand up and down his back.
“What’s it gonna cost to get you to stay with me?”
You guffawed breathlessly, before smiling at him. “You already know what my price is.”
You pinched his chin in between your index finger and thumb before dragging his face closer to yours.
“Just a kiss.”
#ri writes#reevesverse penguin x reader#reevesverse oswald cobblepot x reader#farrell penguin x reader#farrell oswald cobblepot x reader
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𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐋𝐄
╰┈─➤ 𝙸𝙽 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝙲𝙷: Not every miracle is a good one, but you were, to angel. Even if you were cold and distant to him, he could always keep trying.
Nope x reader [insert]
Note 📝: it’s that time, I’ve been waiting to do this for awhile but was so hesitant to actually do it, so I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoy writing it.
Chapter two
ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ: 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙𝙨
| 2 Months ago. |
You stared at your mom’s dead body, just sitting there. In silence. You barely even remembered what happened, one minute she was talking to you and then the next thing you know she was bleeding.
You had took her to the hospital and tried to figure out what it was, weirdly enough there was objects flying on the ground that day.
You stayed there till day and night, you just felt numb. She was gone, your father was gone too, you had no one.
She was gone. You just had to accept that. As much as you tried to revive her there was nothing you could do.
| Present |
You were at the cash register, well, you worked in a store now- mostly for cameras or whatever. At least you had a job that paid you every hour.
Em and oj came up to you, placing boxes down on the counter, you’ve known them for a long time but never really talked to them as much.
“Hi. Thank you for shopping at Fry’s. Did you guys find everything you’re looking for today? If not give your store experience a rating from five to zero and we’ll get back to you in a jiffy.” You said in a monotone voice, em and oj exchanged looks before turning back to you.
“Did someone get on your nerves or somethin’? Sounding real gloomy over there (Y/n).” Em said, you sighed and shrugged.
“I’m doing just fine.” You replied, then angel walked over to the three of you, you let out a groan and continued to scan their supplies.
“You guys need help with the installation or..?” He questioned, Em shook her head, “No, no, no, no, no. Thank you. Appreciate you.” Em replied.
Angel sighed, “All right, uh, no help with the install. Suit yourself.” He chuckled, once you were done scanning their items you placed them in a bag.
They were talking about something and you stared off into space for a minute, you’ve always done that ever since your mother died..it was common for you.
You felt someone snap their fingers in your face, breaking you out of your trance, “Hello? Earth to (Y/n)?” Angel said as he kept snapping his fingers in your face.
He kept doing it but he knew you were staring at him, he just wanted to know if you were here or not.
“Angel, stop.” You said and he did, you felt his hand on your shoulder, you probably didn’t feel it from being in a trance or day dreaming.
“Dude, your hand.” You said, slapping his hand off your shoulder, he let out a nervous chuckle and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
“I was just going to let you know we’re heading to the Haywood’s house, wanna come? By the way can we take your van?” He asked, you nodded.
“sure.” You answered.
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You slammed the back of the van doors open, “Damn. Did not know you guys were this far out.” Angel said, starting up a conversation.
“Mm-hmm.” Oj hummed in response, you grabbed the boxes out of the van and placed it on the ground.
Then Angel let out a yell, you ignored it and rolled your eyes, why was he even yelling for?
“You’ll startle the horses for gods sake. Don’t yell.” You said, then you let out a sigh escape your lips, it was too hot out here and you were sweating like crazy.
You saw em walking away and Angel called you over to show a picture of his ex-girlfriend.
“Her name was, uh, Rebecca Diaz. Yep, keep an eye out for her. She’s an actress, model, you know? She booked a pilot on The CW, so…Yeah, fucking left me.” Angel explained, you rolled your eyes and walked off.
“Uh..hey, wait- where you going?” He asked, you ignored him and walked into the Haywood’s house.
What a day.
#nope 2022 x reader#nope x reader#angel torres x reader#xreader#nope 2022#oj haywood#em haywood#reader insert
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Pretend
William Afton x fem!reader (nsfw)
part two
warnings: nsfw minors dni, piv sex, biting, jerking off
When you’d first stepped foot into Freddy Fazbear’s pizzeria, you hadn’t expected it to be too interesting, and were actually hoping you’d end up having a normal, boring day. Your sister had come to visit with her three rowdy boys, and insisted eating at Fazbear’s would distract the kids so you could have “girl time”, but you found yourself more interested in observing the animatronics and less interested in eating greasy globs of pizza with her. The place wasn’t so bad, but you weren’t planning on getting sick from overly rich food.
Once your sister got up to yell at her children for fighting over arcade tickets, you slipped out of your chair and walked towards the stage, smiling as the robot bear turned to you briefly to wave before going back to singing. You couldn’t help but be a bit mesmerized by the animatronics, fascinated by how fluidly they seemed to move despite obvious wear and tear, and the small details that caught your eye up close. Perhaps you were a bit too focused, as a man cleared his throat beside you, you nearly jumped out of your skin as you turned around, nearly smacking headfirst into his chest.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” a rich, deep voice calmly spoke. You took a step back and your eyes finally flicked upwards, feeling a jolt of electricity in your heart as you looked into the man’s intense, silver eyes. He quirked a brow at you when you didn’t respond, his hand extending to offer a handshake. “My name is William Afton, what might your name be?”
Still caught off guard by his rather attractive British accent, you take a moment before you remember to respond. “Oh, I’m (y/n), and I should be the one who’s sorry Mr. Afton,” your face heated as you shook his large hand. “I was distracted by the animatronics.
“Please just call me William,” he smiled, a twinkle in his eye. “So, you find the animatronics that interesting, hm?”
“Well they’re really detailed and seem to have a variety of different actions they’ve been programmed with,” you rambled, feeling a bit silly. “I don’t mean to sound childish, I recently became an Art teacher here at the local University, so I get a bit excited seeing different forms of craftsmanship in person.”
William let out an amused chuckle, making you worry you sounded like you were bragging. “Don’t worry, I find your enthusiasm for the craft refreshing,” he smoothed his dark hair back as he spoke. “I’m glad you approve of my work.” He gave you a smirk before walking away, leaving you a bit flustered as you realized you’d just chatted with the owner and creator of the restaurant.
(time skip)
A week later, you sat in your office looking over some grades, when a soft knock sounded outside. “Come in!” You responded as you continued your work.
“Why, not even a hello?” A familiar voice asked, making you look up suddenly to see William standing in your doorway, a cheeky smirk on his face as he scanned the room. “And to think, I thought we were closer than that.”
“Oh Mr. Afton!” You gasped as you stood up, circling the desk to shake his hand. “I’m sorry it’s been a very busy week. What brings you here?”
“Just William,” he reminded as he leaned his back against your desk, palms resting on it as he sighed. “I could actually use your help, but it’s a bit of a tricky request.”
“Yes?” You hesitated, feeling a bit suspicious of where this was going.
“One of the higher ups that oversees my business told me recently that some investors aren’t keen to support the place due to me being a single father,” he rubbed his temple and huffed before continuing. “They prefer ‘traditional’ families, or at least ones in the making. That’s where you come in.”
“How?” You frowned, a bit confused.
“I know we don’t know each other well, but would you mind pretending to date me for awhile? I don’t know who else to ask…and without the support of those investors, we may have to close down for good.” He looked up at you finally, a slight pleading look crossing his usually cool and collected features.
You could only stare at him as the words slowly processed in your head, your eyes wide in surprise. How were you supposed to respond to that? Taking a minute to look him over, you noticed dark circles under his eyes and wrinkles in his dress shirt, likely from spending the night at work, probably due to his current predicament. Were things truly that bad?
“I’ll do demonstrations for your art students if you like,” he interrupted your thoughts. “They may enjoy the animatronics and my craft like you do, I can even do it for free, just please consider. I really don’t know what to do.”
Sitting down at your desk, you took a moment to think it over. His offer of helping you and your students with class was hard to ignore, you were having issues finding art exhibits and artists to take your students to see after all. The University was also not very fond of unmarried employees, unmarried female employees that is, so the deal would definitely help you with your job. Of course, he wasn’t unattractive either, and you couldn’t deny it was a bit of a tempting offer just because of that.
“I’ll help you,” you said before even realizing it, his surprised look mirroring your own. “But only if you agree not to treat me like some tool to secure a business deal, even if that’s what this is.”
“Of course, you have my word,” he responded as you rounded the desk. “I’m not nearly that cold. Thank you for helping me, (y/n).”
“Thank you Mr. Afton,” you nodded as you walked him to the door, quickly correcting yourself when he gave you a disapproving look. “I mean William, sorry. I’ll try getting used to that.”
“Good, thank you again.” He smiled warmly, stopping and turning back to put a hand on your shoulder as he added. “And don’t worry, I promise I’ll be a perfect gentleman.” And then he was gone, leaving your shoulder tingling slightly as you watched him leave.
(time skip)
By the time you’d been “dating” William for a few weeks, you weren’t sure you could handle it anymore. He hadn’t done anything wrong in fairness, and the act hadn’t been figured out by anyone, not even his business partner you’d met several times by now. The real issue was you, and the troublesome feelings you couldn’t help but feel as time went on.
Your “dates” had been rather simple, all nice dinners in restaurants or walking through the park, and it proved to be surprisingly easy for you both to settle into your roles. William was a perfect gentleman, his charming smile and casual banter made you feel comfortable, and it seemed your class was going smoothly with his help and he was on a better footing with his investors, but you couldn’t help feeling a bit sad. He didn’t show any physical affection except for occasionally placing a hand on your arm or shoulder when he’d stop to speak with someone, and he didn’t do a lot of flirting except when in public, and while that proved he wasn’t going to take advantage of the situation, you felt disappointed.
It felt selfish and silly to want more when you’d made an agreement with him and you were both obeying the rules and succeeding in your jobs, but you couldn’t deny that he was the most charming man you’d ever met, and your attraction to him was refusing to go away. The time you spent together gave you plenty of time to observe him up close, noticing muscles flex across his broad frame as he demonstrated his work for your students, the way he spoke with his hands and how he smelled like a pot of black coffee and leather, it was maddening.
You were eating some breakfast as you began mentally preparing yourself for another evening of pretend flirting and torture, when the bell on the door of the cafe you were sat at rang, making you look up to see who it was. You nearly groaned in frustration when you saw William Afton himself walk through the door, your heart skipping a beat when he looked over at you. “Fancy seeing you here, dear,” he smiled as he walked towards you, sitting across from you. “I actually was just looking for you.”
“Why’s that?” You asked, feeling a bit flustered by the term of endearment, despite knowing it was all an act.
“My good friend Henry has offered to meet with one of our investors in our stead, so we don’t have to exhaust ourselves tonight,” he chuckled a little before continuing. “It’s quite a relief considering I was dreading tonight.”
Your heart sunk a bit at those words. It was a relief to not be scrutinized by the investors, but you wanted to spend time with him. Another part of you had hoped that it wasn’t just an act, but his words felt like they shattered those hopes.
“That is a relief,” you laughed weakly. “We can be ourselves for awhile.”
You thought William made a face for the slightest moment, but he was checking his watch before you could even process the thought. “Well I suppose I should leave you to it,” he hummed as he stood up. “I will see you at a later date then.”
As he walked away, a sudden urge to stop him overtook you, your hand grabbing his arm subconsciously. He blinked in surprise at you, but you spoke up before he could question you. “Wait, let’s have dinner at my place tonight,” your ears burned as you powered through your embarrassment. “Since it will be just us, and we won’t have to worry about if anyone sees. We can just be ourselves.”
It only took him a moment to regain his collected demeanor, a chuckle rumbling from his chest before he leaned forward. “That sounds wonderful, but I’ll bring dinner so you don’t have to stress yourself, alright?”
“A-alright.” you gulped, your heart racing at how close he was.
“I’ll see you tonight then, dear.” He gave you a wink before pulling away, a pleased smile on his face when you got up with him, the remains of your breakfast forgotten. “I better get ready then, honey.” You responded, trying to match his energy so he didn’t have the upper hand for once, but his bow as he opened the door for you might have already outdone your attempt.
(later that day)
You hastily shut off the water as you stepped out of your shower, feeling a bit frantic as you checked your clock for the tenth time since you went in the bathroom. After making sure your house was all in order and picking a nice outfit, you had made sure you’d have time for a shower, but you couldn’t help but feel anxious that you wouldn’t be ready for him. “You’ve got this, it’s going to be a wonderful evening.” You told your reflection in the mirror as you tried to relax, feeling like you were forgetting something important.
A loud meow caught your attention as you looked over at the bathroom door, seeing your cat, Muffins, sitting there with a grumpy expression on her face. “I’ll feed you in a few minutes.” You told her, shivering as cold water dripped from your hair, Muffins jumping on the bathroom counter with an unamused look. You turned to grab your hair towel from the counter top, but suddenly Muffins snatched it out of your reach in her mouth, jumping down and heading for the doorway.
“Muffins! Stop!” You gasp as you tried to grab her, having enough foresight to grab your towel and loosely wrap it around your body before going after her. Knocking over a vase as she ran through your room, Muffins meowed around the towel as she stared you down, darting down the stairs when you jumped forward to grab her. “I said stop!” You called after her, but of course she didn’t listen.
You ran to the top of the staircase and took off down the stairs, when suddenly you saw your front door swing open, then everything seemed to move in slow motion. As Muffins ran past the door, William crossed the threshold, his eyes briefly following her before turning to see what she was running from, and at that moment, you froze mid-run down the stairs, one hand jolting to the hold the railing as you teetered on the edge of a step as the other pressed your towel to your torso. And as you stared back at him in shock, your towel loosened further, unwrapping as it pooled in front of you, leaving what part of you he could see nearly covered, but unfortunately, your hand was too low on your torso, and your towel fell down enough to expose your chest.
You let out a startled noise as you quickly yanked your towel back up, your eyes wide in horror as William’s mouth fell open for a brief moment before he spun around. “I’m sorry! I’m not looking!” He blurted out quickly.
“Why are you in here?” You yelled back, burning with embarrassment.
“I was going to cook, but I had to deal with some issues at home so I got takeout,” he started explaining, seeming a bit more calm, but his back still faced you. “I was going to come by to say it would be late because my watch told me it was nearly time, but I think I accidentally put on my eldest son’s watch; it runs fast.”
“And the door?” You asked.
“It was unlocked, but I should have knocked. I apologize.” He replied, seeing your cat walk by and bending down to snatch the towel back. “Do you need this?”
“I-I do.” You wrapped your towel up tighter, hoping your boobs would stay covered. William turned around and walked towards the steps, looking away from you as he held the towel out. You leaned forward and grabbed it, your fingers briefly touching, making his shoulders stiffen. “Thank you.” You squeaked out before taking off up the stairs, too ashamed to even look back.
You wanted to stay upstairs forever, but getting your hair done and dressed didn’t take nearly as long as you’d hoped, recounting the embarrassing event over and over in your head. Regardless, you knew you had to go down, you could hear the takeout delivery man come by, and you didn’t want William to get impatient.
You took a deep breath before descending the stairs, building up the courage to speak as you walked towards the dining room. “The food isn’t cold yet is it?” You finally managed to ask, William turning from the small takeout boxes to give you a look over.
“No it’s still fairly warm,” he said. “I hope you don’t mind, I made you a plate.”
“Thank you,” you smiled as you sat down, nervously fiddling with your napkin as he sat across from you. “Did anything interesting happen at work?”
“It was uncharacteristically uneventful,” He answered, staring at his glass of wine a bit too intently. “How about your work?”
“It was business as usual,” you replied. “So…are your kids doing well?”
“God I can’t stand this.”
You looked up in surprise as William stood and slammed his palms on the table, glaring at the floor.
“Did something happen?” You asked, feeling a bit nervous at his change of mood.
“Yes something did happen, and I can’t stand pretending like it didn’t,” he looked up at you, his eyes dark. “Especially when you look like that.”
“Did I upset you Mr. Afton?” You sputtered, getting out of your own seat as you took a step back, William taking one forward as soon as you moved.
“Oh I’m very frustrated,” he replied, stepping closer until the back of your knees hit the couch, tripping you onto the seat. “But you didn’t upset me, the opposite of that in fact.”
Before you could ask what he meant, he gripped your chin and tilted your face up “and don’t call me Mr. Afton.” Then he was smashing his lips onto yours. You stiffened for a moment, but melted into his touch with a moan as he tongue pushed at your lips, his other hand moving to grasp the back of your head as he deepened the kiss. As he leaned closer, you felt something hard against your knee, twitching as he pulled back with a gasp.
“See what you do to me?” He groaned as he rubbed against you unconsciously. “Treating me so nicely, and fluttering your lashes…even if it’s acting it drives me insane.”
“William,” you gasped out as you started unbuttoning your shirt. “Please, more…”
“And earlier,” he growled as he stared at your chest, cupping your breasts in his hands. “These fucking tits…If you don’t tell me to stop they’re going to be sore in the morning.”
“Don’t stop.” You moaned out, unclipping your bra as you leaned into his touch.
He didn’t waste a moment, his hands groping your breasts as he ran his tongue along your neck, twisting your nipples between wet kisses. You could feel wetness pooling between your legs when his mouth moved lower to suck marks into your chest, a chuckle rumbling through his chest at your reactions. Your hand fumbled around to grab him in his pants, squeezing enough to make him gasp again, his cock twitching.
“Remove your pants.” He growled as he started fumbling with his belt. You were quick to comply as you unzipped your pants, but he stopped you before they were even past your knees. “That’s enough, love.”
He pulled your panties to the side, stroking his fingers across your folds and thumbing your clit, his occasional curses as he stroked his cock in his free hand the only sound besides your gasps and whimpers. You were nearing the edge when he pulled his hand away, a desperate gasp passing your lips. “Please, I need you.”
“As you wish.” He smirked as he shoved his pants and underwear halfway down his his thighs, stroking himself a few more times before he pushed in your entrance.
You could only moan as he filled you up, his cock finally bottoming out after several agonizingly slow thrusts. His hands gripped your waist as he finally set a rhythm, his mouth latching onto your chest again. Shivers of pleasure ran through your body with every thrust as you grasped at his back, his moans mirroring your own.
“You fit so nicely around my cock, love,” he groaned around one of your nipples. “God I want to make you cum til you can’t remember your fucking name.”
“I’m close! Please just keep going,” you gasped as you buried your face in his neck, biting his shoulder when he hit that perfect spot inside you. “Fuck! More William please!”
“You sound so pretty screaming my name-fuck!” He hissed as you tightened around him, his thumb finding your clit again.
You came with another shout of his name, shuddering as he pulled out to jerk off over your chest.
“Fuck (y/n)…” he groaned, his hips stuttering when your hand gently grasped him at the base, a small squeeze pushing him over the edge as he came across your chest.
You closed your eyes as he sat back, sweat pouring down your chest as you tried to catch your breath. The only sound was you both breathing as exhaustion overtook you, William’s hand reaching to stroke your arm as your eyes fluttered shut. He said something quietly, but you didn’t catch it as you drifted off to sleep.
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In Sickness and Health
Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x F!Reader
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: hurt/comfort fic, mentions of injury but not too graphic, mentions of blood, hospital settings (it’s the sick bay from the golden circle), mentions of pain medication, sad reader, sad Jack, so much angst, fluffy goodness though, they shower together (not in that way but Jack still gets frustrated, use of the pet name ‘Honeybee’, cute ending
Word Count: 2.5k
Author’s Notes: I actually wrote this awhile back while I was in a bit of a mood and I decided why not post it. I am trying to get more fics worked on to fill in the gaps before my week of kinktober starts (more details soon) but it’s not going that great. I may have to take a week or two off from content. I hope you all enjoy! Thank you to @clint-aww-no-barton as always!
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You stared at the wall in front of you. Silence wrapped around you, even with the other two people who sat nearby. You clenched your hands in fists over and over, trying to stop them from shaking. This couldn’t be happening. You felt sick. You felt the sheer panic still sitting on your chest. Tequila had knocked on your door and your life had been turned on it’s head in a matter of a few words, a simple look.
Jack had just returned from a mission and it hadn’t ended well. He had gotten hurt and from what little you were told, it wasn’t good. Ginger had even brought in a few other people to help her and they had been working on him for several hours. You didn’t know what you would do if…if you lost him. He had came into your life and changed everything. He made you feel loved, protected, wanted and if he was gone it would destroy you.
You let out a breath your head going back to rest on the wall, eyes closed. The door opened to your right and you were on your feet along with Tequila and Champ. Ginger stood there an exhausted expression on her face and blood everywhere. You let out a sob at the sight, covering your mouth.
“The next 24 hours are crucial. I’m going to be monitoring him very closely through the night. I am more positive at a recovery than not, but I also don’t want to give false hope,” she looked at you with that.
“C…can I see him?” Your voice came out shaky and hoarse almost a whisper.
“Yes but, prepare yourself,” she went to touch you, to bring you into the room with her, and then seemed to remember all the blood.
You simply shook your head and after a few seconds you got your legs to move forward. You walked into the sick bay, the other people Ginger had brought in were cleaning up. You could hear the heart monitor beeping from behind a curtain and Ginger walked over opening it. The man who laid connected to multiple machines didn’t look like your Jack. He looked so broken and it made you let out another sob and stop dead in your tracks.
“Let’s give her a minute alone,” Ginger spoke and they all left the room.
You took a deep breath and started to move again. You pulled a chair next to his bed and gently took his hand. You let the tears go then, laying your head down on the bed next to him and sobbing.
“I don’t know if you can hear me but, Jack, you can’t leave me okay? You promised you never would and I…I don’t know what I’ll do without you. I won’t…I won’t be able to do it,” you voiced faded off in a whisper as it cracked with more tears.
You pulled his hand up to you and laid a gentle kiss on the top before sitting it back down, but never letting go. You sat there and stared at him for a long time before you heard the door open. Ginger, Tequila and Champ all stepped inside. You looked back at them before your eyes went back to Jack.
“Listen, if you need anything you know where we all are, okay?” Champ spoke, his hand coming to your shoulder and squeezing.
You simply nodded your head.
“You want me to take you back home?” Tequila spoke after a few moments of silence.
“I’m not leaving him.”
“Sweetheart there is nothing you can do here. He would want you to go home and rest.”
“I wouldn’t be able to rest. He would never leave me and I’m never going to leave him,” your voice was firm and it shut the conversation down quickly.
Ginger stepped to the other side of the bed and took his chart and checked some things. She explained the list of injuries, most more internal than anything.
“The biggest thing was blood loss. We are lucky we keep enough blood for everyone in cases like this.”
“He’ll be out for several months,” Champ spoke softly.
“He is going to go crazy when you tell him that,” you spoke and soft laughter broke through the room.
The silence fell again and after a moment Champ let out a sigh and declared he was going to get back to work. Him and Tequila left the room, leaving you there with Ginger.
“Can I get you anything?” She asked gently.
“I’m alright right now. Thank you.”
You tried to smile and failed miserably. Ginger gave you a nod and left the room as well. You sat there watching the man you loved breathe, until you finally curled in the chair and fell asleep.
You felt something squeezing your hand and you forced your eyes open, slowly registering where you were. Something squeezed your hand again and it snapped in your head, Jack. You looked over and his eyes were trying to open.
“Ginger!” You called not even sure if she was somewhere she could hear you.
She must have been, because she was in the room in seconds, her eyes going to you, now standing and Jack. She moved over to a few machines and a smile spread on her face. She looked down and you watched as Jack finally opened his eyes. You wanted to cry and leap for joy all at once.
“Honeybee,” the nickname he had given you a welcome sound, as he squeezed your hand softly.
“Hey there cowboy,” you were crying as your hand came up to the side of his face, and he smiled weakly.
“This is what we were waiting on. Welcome back Jack,” Ginger smiled.
“Thank you Ginger,” he spoke again his voice soft and hoarse.
“You need to rest. If your pain gets over a seven let me know and I’ll give you some more medicine. As soon as you feel up to it you also need to eat, to help your strength.”
“You got it Ginger.” Jack’s eyes found yours and you gave him a soft smile.
“When can I take him home?”
“I want to keep him tonight just to be sure of everything. Especially if he eats and keeps it down, I’ll let you take him home tomorrow. He’s going to have a long recovery ahead of him. It’s going to be…a lot,” Ginger gave you a look.
“It’s okay. I can take care of him,” you looked from her to him again.
“I’ll leave you two alone. Just let me know if you need anything.”
You gave her a nod and a thank you before she was gone. You sat back down in your chair but leaned forward. Jack’s hand that you still gripped slid from yours and came up to your cheek. You leaned into the touch and couldn’t stop the sob.
“Hey, shhhh honeybee. I’m alright. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”
“I was so scared Jack,” you spoke through another sob.
“I know I know. You were the last thing that ran through my mind and I swear I went out worrying about you.”
You let out a laugh and turned your head to kiss his palm, before his hand dropped back to his side and you took it again.
“How do you feel?”
“Right now I’m alright. My pain is still low but I figure that’s the medicine Ginger has pumping in me. How long will I be out?”
“Champ said a few months.”
He let out a sigh and then nodded.
“Jack what happened?”
“I thought we were beating them and then things turned. They had more people there than we thought they would, and they got the best of me. I didn’t go down easy though. I was going to fight tooth and nail to get back home to you, one way or another.”
“I really hate this job sometimes,” you let out a chuckle.
“I know. I honestly do too.” Jack let out his own chuckle wincing as he did.
You were straight backed in seconds.
“I’m okay. I just forgot how bad I’m hurt.”
You gave him a look and once again brought his hand up to your lips.
“Why don’t you go home Honeybee and get some sleep.”
“No. I’m not leaving you. Everyone else has already tried. I’m not going anywhere. Don’t argue with me either, because you are the one in a hospital bed hurt, so I’m going to win regardless.”
He smiled so brightly that you couldn’t help but to smile back.
“There’s my girl.”
You rolled your eyes but still wore a smile as you looked down at him. His thumb rubbed idly on your hand. You fell into easy conversation about how the dogs were and the days while he was gone. You could tell he was fighting pain after several moments.
“What number are you?”
“Seven and getting worse.”
“I’ll go get Ginger.” You stood and leaned over kissing him softly before going to fetch Ginger.
She slipped some medicine in his IV and soon he was fast asleep. You sat there and watched him for awhile, before finally getting up to stretch. Ginger went to get you some food and you ate slowly before you crawled back into the chair and fell asleep.
The next day you woke up to Jack eating and sitting up in bed. Ginger declared he could finally go home but made you promise to call her if something happened. Between her and Tequila, you had Jack in the Bronco on the way home before noon. He was to be on bed rest other than showering and going to the bathroom. Ginger gave you a wheelchair and a seat for the shower before you left.
You got Jack carefully out of the truck and got him inside as gently as you possibly could. You let out a sigh when you opened the door to your home, left a mess from when you had fled quickly with Tequila.
“I figured we could set up in the room down here. I didn’t think we would ever need to use it for the reason you wanted it but here we are,” you let out a chuckle as you pushed him across the living room to the room.
Jack had been sure to include a second master on the bottom floor of your shared ranch house, when he had it built. He knew there would always be a chance of him getting hurt on the job and he wanted it to be easier on the both of you if it did.
“Do you want a shower before I get you settled in bed?”
“Oh that sounds amazing Honeybee.”
“Alright give me a second.”
You rushed into the bathroom and quickly set up the seat for him and preparing clothes along with towels and anything else you might need. You thought you might as well take one yourself. You wheeled him into the bathroom and helped him undress carefully. The scares and bruises left behind made you avert your eyes quickly, tears gathering. Jack took your hand.
“Hey I’m alright,” he spoke softly and you nodded, still not speaking.
You helped Jack into the shower before undressing yourself and stepping in.
“This is cruel punishment,” he whined as his eyes looked you over.
You let out a laugh looking down at him before bending to kiss him gently.
“Trust me I feel the same way,” you chuckled before turning on the water.
The shower and getting out went smoother then you thought it might. You got Jack settled in bed and then you began to race around the house. You got the two of you food and drinks after you cleaned up the mess you had left. After you ate in bed with him, you looked over at him.
“Do you need anything else?” You asked as you got up.
“A pain pill and my Honeybee’s pretty ass in this bed with me. You have to get rest too and you are going to stop and do so.”
Jack’s tone was serious along with his face and it made your heart squeeze. You nodded softly and went to take care of the dishes. You got the both of you some water, along with a pill for him. He took it and you crawled into bed next to him trying to be careful.
“Now rest Honeybee,” Jack turned carefully and kissed you.
“You too cowboy.” You kissed him back softly.
You curled into him as much as you could and soon were fast asleep.
Over the next few days you did everything possible to take care of Jack and keep him comfortable. It had been exhausting but you were happy to do it. Everyone came by to visit, Ginger more often to check on his progress. She had told you after a few more days he would be able to walk around some, but then be right back in bed. He was never to over do it, and with Jack that would be like wrestling a lion.
The two of you had just gotten out of the shower and you were helping him dress for bed. He had seemed a little more down today, not speaking much besides to fuss over you doing too much.
“Honeybee.”
“Hmmm?”
“I really wonder why you decided to be with an old man like myself.”
“Jack Daniels you’re not old. That’s the first thing. Secondly you are the love of my life and I couldn’t imagine myself with anyone else.”
You bent so you could catch his eyes before you pressed your lips to his. It was a deeper kiss than you had had over the last few days, but you wanted to prove your point further.
“Don’t ever say anything like that again.”
“I just hate you having to do all this for me. I’m suppose to be taking care of you.”
“Jack I know we aren’t properly married yet, which is fine, but I long ago took the vow of through sickness and health. We always knew this could happen and I promised to take care of you if it did. I don’t mind it. I would much rather be taking care of you than you being six feet under and not here.”
He looked at you like he always did. A look that made you heart flutter and the butterflies in your stomach to run rapid. It melted your entire being and you desperately wished you could crawl in his lap.
“When I get better, we are changing that.”
“Changing what?”
“Us not being properly married.”
“Jack are you proposing?”
“No! No! I have to do it right and you can’t be expecting it. I have way too many ideas for that.
The panic on his face made you chuckle.
“Well the answer will still be the same, and I can’t wait.”
“Me either Honeybee, me either.”
“Now let’s get you to bed cowboy.”
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Shayne Topp oneshot <33
Introduction: You and Shayne have been together for awhile, Shayne being a part of the crew while you were a writer. You were completely open with your relationship with your co-workers and the public. Since the reveal of your relationship it's been quite controversial. To tease your audience you did a two truths one lie video...
You sat down in your chair as Erin fixed the angle of the lights.
"Are we ready?" Shayne, your boyfriend, asked as he sat down, cars in hand.
"Here's your cards." Erin gave you, you had written your truths and lies a few days ago.
"Thanks." You passingly said as you took them. You looked at everyone having their conversation as you patiently waited, tapping your cards against the table.
"Is everyone ready to go?" Erin yelled out, she being the person of today's video. The room fuiled with yesses and yups, getting you to straighten up and fix your posture, smiling for the camera.
"And we're rolling!" Erin yelled out as the red light on the camera turned on.
"My name is Shayne, and across from me is Y/N." Shayne said in a dead serious voice.
"We've known eachother for several years now. We've been friends, but mostly enemies." Shayne jokingly winked after saying friends. You made a shocked face as he spoke, saying that he consideres you enemies.
"Today we will test our knowledge of eachother, how much have we been observing, analyzing, researching our pasts." He continued with the introduction keeping the cold tone.
"And we're going to play two truths one lie. We both have three cards here, each consist f two truths and one lie. We will read them out load, the other person will try to spot the lie. If they successfully spot the lie, they will get to spray their opponent with water." He explained reaching to his right, grabbing a giant water gun fuiled with water.
"If they fail, they get sprayed with water." Shayne spoke just before he placed down the water gun.
"it's very cold in here." You said, tightening up into a little ball to keep warmth.
"Yeah I agree." Courtney said to your left.
"But the water in these guns is colder." Shayne said pointing his finger up, everyone made a 'ou' sound.
"I'm just exited to learn more about my friend." You sheeply smile, adding a obvious wink after friend.
"Awh that's so nice." Amanda said, being seated in the middle with her legs crossed.
"Friend." Courtney, awkwardly laughing but in a sarcastic matter.
"Thanks for having us by the way!" Amanda ironically said.
"Yes, here we have our three fates." Shayne said as each one of them posed. "Courtney, Amanda and Angela are here." Shayne introduced them.
"We'll be judging and watching." Angela said in a threatening voice. Your eyes widened, pretending to be scared. "Do you wanna start?" Shayne asked you. "Nope." You simply answered. "Then I'll start." He said taking his cards and going thru them. "Well start off easy." He smirked, you squinted your eyes looking at him.
"I have eaten a tarantula on camera." You raised an eyebrow. "I have eaten a bull penis on camera." You squinted your eyes from disgust and confusion. "And I have eated fermented fish on camera." He said the last choice as he plopped the cards back on the table.
"Okay, I'm pretty sure you have eaten a tarantula. I remember you telling me that." You said connecting your hands together to think.
"I'm not sure about the other two though." You said looking up at Shayne, he had an raised eyebrow.
"What does the fermented fish smell like." You asked.
"Uhh, like month old diarrhea." He answered, the room beeping filled with gross.
"It's like you had diarrhea, put it in a container and fermented it for three months." He went more into detail. You felt disgusted, covering half of your face with your shirt.
"That's actually disgusting." Angela commented.
"How did the can look like?" You asked.
"It was like in a red and yellow can." He simply answered. You could see him visualising the can in his head, so you thought that could be one of the truths.
"Yknow what, the bull penis is the lie." You answered.
"Wow immediately?" Angela said.
"I think you didn't eat the bull penis." You chuckled to yourself. Shayne looked at you with suspicious eyes, like he was warning you. But you thought it was double sided psychology.
"Is that your final answer?" Shayne asked as he pulled out the water gun.
"Yes." You answered shutting your eyes embracing yourself for the water. A strong stream of water hit your chest. You bungled up from the cold waiting for Shayne to stop spraying.
"Nooo." You whined. "I was forced to eat the bull penis." Shayne answered putting the gun down.
"So you didn't eat the fermented fish?" Amanda asked.
"Yup, i helped open the can. Noah actually ate it." Shayne casually said.
"Poor guy." You said feeling bad for noah.
"Okay my turn." You cheered up, straightening your back while you looked at your cards.
"I got asked out by the prince of Monaco." You said the first choice, everyone in the room raising an eyebrow.
"Someone wrote 'Fuck Honda' on the side of my car." You said the second option making some of them laugh.
"And my old boyfriend cheated on me with Heidi Klums daughter." You said the last choice leaving everyones mouths wide opened.
"Woah okay." Shayne said processing all the information.
"I feel like you could be asked out by the prince of Monaco but you would tell me that." Shayne sat there and thought.
"So what's the story, what happened?" Shayne asked to get more detail.
"So I was on a family vacation in Monaco, we were in the city and the prince asked me out." You answered halfway on purpose.
"What did you say?" Courtney asks invested into the story.
"I remember I really wasn't interested, but my mum really pressured me to go." You answered. "So did you go?" Angela asked.
"No, I didn't. If I did I would be hanging out with you losers." You joked, sarcastically rolling your eyes.
"I honestly believe you, but I'm not sure." Shayne speculated, staring at you intensely."What were the other ones?" Shayne asked. "That someone wrote fuck honda on the side of my car and that my boyfriend cheeted on me with Heidi Klums daughter." You answered.
"Wow that's crazy. The fuck honda seems believable. Was it just like written down I don't get it?" Shayne questioned.
"It was like giant neon orange letters drawn on with spray paint. I was so embarrassed to even drive around in it." You chuckled.
"Was your car a honda?"
"Yea it was, it was honda civic." You answered. "What did honda do to them?" Amanda asked furrowing her eyebrows.
"I don't know, maybe I cut them in line, maybe they got fired by honda, I really don't know." You shrugged.
"What about the Heidi Klum, what happened there?" Shayne asked.
"No, he just admitted to cheating and bragged about it being Heidi Klums daughter." You simply answered.
"That's it?" Shayne speculated.
A"Yeah, that's it." Pursed your lips. "Hmm, I really don't know. All three are pretty crazy. I can believe the honda one, I think that one is the truth." Shayne thought out loud.
"What's the lie tho." You squinted your eyes. "I think... That you didn't get asked out by the prince of Monaco." He sceptically answered.
"Is that your final answer?" You asked pulling out your water gun.
"Yes?" Shayne said. You sprayed him all over his chest as he jumped from the suprise cold water.
"So Your boyfriend didn't cheat with Heidi Klums daughter?" Shayne asked in realisation.
"Yeah, but the prince of Monaco did ask me out and someone did write fuck honda on my car." You shrugged.
"That's so crazy tho. Just 'Fuck Honda', that's inspirational." Angela thought.
"He wore this white shirt on purpose." You joke pointing at Shayne. The white shirt on him now being see-thru from the water.
"Oh my god." Amanda rolled her eyes at him.
"Okay, it's my turn." Shayne said, being extra exited by this one.
"I got drunk once and ran half naked thru a park at 2PM." Shayne said the first option, making you furrow your eyebrows.
"How aren't you a registered sex offender?" You joke making Shayne laugh before he read the second option.
"I got the idea of 'Guess who slapped me' when I slapped you during our bedroom activities." Shayne spoke out, giggling a bit to himself.
Embarrassment overfuils you as you buried your head in your hands. All around you you heard screaming. You melted down in you chair wanting to disappear.
"And I went hiking and a goat chased me all the way down from 500 m." Shayne shrugged, acting like he didn't just violate you.
"Why did you do that?" You asked him, you hands covering your face.
"What's the lie?" Shayne asked, acting all calm.
"I really wish for one of those to be a lie." You awkwardly joked, as everyone had a pitty laugh.
"Uhm, what was the first option?" You asked Shayne.
"Second option? It was that I got the idea of 'Guess who-"
"Nonono, first option." You die yet again inside.
"That's the one where I got drunk and ran half naked through the park at 2pm." He responded.
"Oh, well. I have my answer." You said itching your head.
"I think the lie is the second option." You told him.
"The idea of 'Guess who slap-"
"Yeah that one." You interrupted him.
"Are you sure?" Shayne asked taking out the gun.
"No not really." You whined.
"Too bad." He chuckled as he lifted up the water gun.
After a few seconds you thought you were good, but then a cold line of water hit you, making you jump. Everyone around you got surprised as you got even more uncomfortable now. You burried your head in your hands out of embarrassment.
"That's amazing." You rubbed your forehead.
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A/N: not the best ik :(( Also first post :3
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hi, friends, guess what time it is? it's DEEP DIVE RING POSTS with katy (and vamp). today's theorizing sesh is near and dear to my heart, namely because it actually took me awhile to figure this one out.
(but before we start, this is one of those moments where i'm going to say remember how a month ago we said they were majorly stalling this storyline until wrestledream because all this shit started to not make sense anymore - WE WERE CORRECT! we just didn't have all the information, since we clearly didn't know about copeland hopping over and that was in the works during the stall time. but while we didn't have the players right, we were spot-on with the tactics being used because they didn't make sense with what had happened earlier. i'm gonna give us like a B+ on that assignment, for getting the details right but not the main characters, and this is using my 11th grade civics teacher as a model after i wrote a 3-page essay on a historical presidential election where i could remember minute details but not who fucking ran in the race.)
anyway, keep that in mind as we head into DEEP DIVE THEORY TIME with katy, because we're going to look at these two theories:
darby is not actually injured
they are stalling again
let's start with #1! WHAT?? you say, and yo, i know, it took me weeks to figure this out, too, because dude has legit been doing a good job with this. except... not quite good enough. let's break this part down first, because honestly, we're giving him mad props for his, on account of he's fucking smart, and also we were suckered in and i mean, i gotta give props where props are due.
i'm still not totally sure if he really did get injured at wrestledream or not, but if he DID, it certainly wasn't bad enough to stop him from immediately going to europe and climbing mountains for like 2 weeks. dude was rappelling. there's some really fucking important shoulder and arm shit that goes into rappelling lol. but specifically, i kept waiting for an update after wrestledream that never materialized - either on the dirt sheets or on his IG stories, like a "haha broke my arm #coffindrop" you know what i'm saying? never happened. he showed up once, did a promo, and left. to climb mountains. sus.
then, he comes back. attacks nick after his interview with his mom (typing that sentence was a joy, i can't lie). the next day, goes to nitro and absolutely does not land that flip. what he DOES land is on his shoulder. the dirt sheets DID pick this up, with some pretty hilarious headlines. after this, he appears on AEW in the sling. the very, very prominent sling. it's so prominent, that it's on top of his suit during the ric flair segment. he even goes so far as to film an IG story with sting as sting tells him NOT TO GO TRY THE TRIKE FLIP AGAIN and darby being like NO I HAVE TO DO IT EVEN IF I'M INJURED and you know what, me not catching it here is on me, 100%. they were laying it on way too thick. that injury was THROWN IN OUR FACES lol. i'm better than this, i swear.
he even got nitro to go in on it, which, again, props. they were all "oooohhh against doctor's orders" okay but you know what works? if he actually wears the sling. when he goes. and has something on his arm. when he does the flip again. and doesn't fucking coffin drop a dude backstage from a cabinet using his bad shoulder without missing a beat and then going in for one of those half bro hugs after. he completely no sold it there. that shit ain't injured.
(also please enjoy the random wrappings - sometimes it's his elbow! sometimes it's his wrist! sometimes his shoulder is broken, other times fractured! good lord, he's like a fucking wizard.)
i'm pretty impressed, though. he knew that everyone would go "this idiot is ACTUALLY DUMB ENOUGH to do this shit while injured!" and he banked on it and he played us. that's like... the most self-aware thing ever. god dammit. he's hotter now. i'm so mad. I AM SO MAD lol.
so okay, he's not actually injured. that's fucking kayfabe. but the question is... why? why are they running a kayfabe injury? if they just needed to get him time off for his europe trip, then... he's back now? why keep it up now? in fact, why go HARDER with it now, when there isn't any reason to keep him out of the ring?
and that's #2: they're stalling again.
specifically, they are stalling for full gear. this storyline has suffered so many incidents of stalling, and we've really only identified the source of one of them: copeland. but, like, why did darby win the battle royale on july 19 to get a shot at the TNT belt AT THE BEGINNING OF SEPTEMBER? why on EARTH was that so delayed? anyway, i digress, the point is they are stalling, and i don't know why. sting is around until march. this feud has been going for months, so they don't need to add any additional story, so... unless darby fucks off for another climbing trip, i can't figure out why they would stall just for another PPV. this FUCKING STORYLINE has run for MONTHS and there is no REASON that christian should still be targeting darby when he's gotten everything he wants (the belt and nick wayne).
they are obviously teasing that copeland is going to be the third person in the sting+darby team, but vamp doesn't think he will be and i'm inclined to agree with her. the copeland v. christian feud is going to be a major thing for them, and it doesn't make much sense for them to go against each other in the ring for the first time!! ... in a 6-way tag match that isn't even really about them. we think there will be a bait and switch with this: they'll tease it like it will be copeland, as they already are, and then they'll pull the "i can't fight my friend" and bring someone else in, thus prolonging the inevitable copeland v christian show-down for later when it can be its own match, as it deserves to be.
but why. are. they. stalling. this. until. full. gear.
so the options are, in order of most likely to least likely:
darby is going to leave for another trip and they needed to give him time off. since it's his fake injury, this is my most likely option. the only reason i question this is because he's pulled this kayfabe injury into REAL TIME and darby... does not really do that super often. his IG runs non-kayfabe at all times. they could easily "fake" the injury on screen and he does whatever he wants off-screen.
they want to put more story into this, which is not necessary at this point because this has literally been going since july. but AEW likes beating dead horses with sticks, so. possible.
they are going to use ric flair and wanted to give him a PPV so it's a bigger match, which doesn't really make sense since he had a huge retirement match last year. but, maybe it's a big middle finger to everyone else, who knows.
they are stalling because they need the location of full gear.
why would they need the location of full gear? because full gear is happening in los angeles. if you needed to bring someone back after an altercation and were not sure what the reception was going to be, the best place to do it? hometown crowd. BUT KATY THIS MAKES SENSE WHY IS THIS THE LAST OPTION. because i don't trust ANY OF THESE FUCKS to do what makes narrative sense here lol. bringing jack in for copeland IS THE MOST SATISFYING NARRATIVE OPTION IN THIS STORYLINE. it's got punch, it's got pop, it's got the mirror of the mentee vs mentor we already have with darby and nick. it's finally bringing jack in when his GHOST has been behind this entire thing from the start. BUT IT HAS ABOUT A .2% CHANCE AND WE KNOW I DON'T EVER GET WHAT I WANT. so it's the last option. is it the most satisfying? yes. would it be what i wrote if this was a story? yes. will they do it? no.
honestly, darby doesn't need to BE in this story any longer. the only thing he needs to come back for now is nick, and they can tease that out until march before he leaves for everest and have the big darby vs nick showdown then. there's certainly no need to do it now: let it simmer. let them beat each other up backstage more. let shayna have more tearful interviews about their bro-tastic relationship. but he doesn't need to be here. and i can't figure out why christian is still targeting him, specifically. there's no point.
so... i'm stuck. i guess we'll see where they go with this, and if darby fucks off again, then we have our answer as to why they were stalling for nov. 18th, but for now.... i don't know! i have nothing. i have the most compelling narrative option, and i don't believe that they'll do it. so we're stuck lol.
i welcome any ideas to this, because i'm annoyed that i can't find the thread to pull this one out. and as always, if i'm wrong, it's because i'm actually kind of dumb: remember that essay. that B+ was kinder than it should have been hahaha.
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Letters of love that touches one’s soul
Junior year of Highschool-
Krithika was walking home from a bad day.
How dare Delilah accuse her for 'stealing her boyfriend'? Like, Krithika didn't even know who her boyfriend was!
"Girly!" Called someone who could only be one person. "Hey, Krithika!"
She turned, annoyed.
"What, Shah?" She spoke, using his last name to intimidate him. He took a step back in fear, regained his composure and waved a folded piece of paper.
"I'll just keep this here" Suyodhana Shah hurried off.
Krithika could hear the elderly on the street talking about how energetic and bright he was for a 19 year old. And the younger about how handsome he was, with his heterochromia. Which was all true of course. Even if she was in a bad mood, she couldn't deny that.
She opened the letter in curiosity.
And the saga of love letters starts here.
Dear Krithika,
When you open this, I've probably run off already. Just the coward I am.
Isn't it crazy how much you changed me? I went from a tech nerd to nerd on the subject of you.
I'm really bad at constructing angles, and even though you look beautiful from every angle, I think the angle I see you from is the best.
I don't play with fire, but when we're together, I feel the sparks flying.
I don't like science but when I'm with you, I can see the chemistry.
I'm learning important dates in history. Wanna be one of them?
Ps. Don't kill me at school tomorrow.
Love,
Suyodhana
Senior year of high school-
He glanced down at the note Krithika had given him, his heart pounding.
Dear Suyodhana,
Remember your letter last year? I realized I never actually replied. And, honestly,
It was incredibly cringey. You are super cheesy. But I would not mind having you on my pizza.
I was having a super bad day when you gave me that. It felt like you wiped off the rain cloud above my head and replaced it with sunshine.
I'm not a fortune teller, but I can see my future with you.
Love,
Krithika.
A couple years later-
He had a stupid grin on his face as he handed Krithika a letter.
Dear Krithika,
Before I had felt the sparks.
Now I feel a fire burning in my heart.
My life without you,
Is the sky without blue,
Roses are red,
You like the white ones instead,
Violets are blue,
And my love for you is always true,
But still,
It grew.
Krithika Shah,
Will you marry me?
Krithika looked up in tears.
"Yes. I would love to"
Dear Suyodhana,
It's been awhile since we wrote these letters.
I don't know if you'll ever see this.
I want you to know that I still love you. Sleeper or not.
Arundhati. You named our child Arundhati, after the morning star. And I must say, it was the most fitting. You really don't get anything wrong, do you?
She asked where you were today. When are you coming back?
I love you always. Aru loves you always. And I know you love us too.
From,
Krithika.
But the reply didn't come. And finally, 12 years later, Krithika understood it would never come.
Dear Suyodhana,
What were you thinking in those last moments?
Were you okay?
Were you happy?
Were you sad? Or distressed?
Were you about to take my hand?
It has been 6 months from the final battle. I know you must be so proud of your pretty little girls. They found peace.
Kara had to bear a punishment. I'm sure you would be absolutely devastated to hear that, but it was for the better. She is with the family you took her from, able to relive everything. She is carefree and has no memory of anything that happened.
Aru. She's just so brave, you know? I'm sure you would be mad to hear she has someone to love now. They look like when we were younger, living in the bliss of young love. She's taken most of your genes, which is why she looks absolutely pretty. She's grown into an independent, beautiful young woman.
Thank you for everything. I hope you've found peace.
And one day, I'll join you and we can make up for lost time.
I love you.
Love,
Krithika.
A tear dropped onto the letter. It dampened the small spot that it had fell on, smudging the cursive handwriting a little. She put her hands together and closed her wet eyes.
"I hope you're in a better place" Krithika prayed. She looked up to the sky, wondering if he was looking down at her endearingly. She crouched down to the chilling grave as the wind blew autumn leaves to the burial.
"You always liked autumn, didn't you? Now you can always see it"
And with that, on the cold ground that had now captivated her lover's body, Krithika Shah placed the last letter of love and ended their love story.
[prompt by @the-princess-fangirl. Tysm!]
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