#not really slowly cause it was love at first sight truly
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time to rewatch young royals and watch wille slowly fall in love with simon
#look at my little bean in s1#back when it was all new 🥺🥺🥺#s1 wilmon will forever stay in my heart#the innocence of it all#not really slowly cause it was love at first sight truly#wilmon#young royals
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✧˖ ?!— BATHROOM OF POSSIBILITIES ˚ 𖦹‧ . - (NSFW.)
— ‧₊˚ — 🥝‧₊ : "is it true that you're a whore ??"
summary. who would've thought that you'd end up fucking your besties socially awkward friend in a bar bathroom??? (only to get caught by your bestie..) anything is possible !
notes. omg i'm so sorry i SUCK at writing threesomes, i won't even try!! i still hope asker is satisfied, much lovee!! ₊˚⊹♡
warnings/includes. (MDNI!!) (002 / getting caught), jk is socially awkward around new ppl (we r lowkey twinning here), cocksucker & whore mentioned, unprotected sex :( (they r reckless and a lil stupid), bathroom sex
the guy yoongi dragged into the conversation was hot- like really hot.
usually when yoongi introduces you to his other friends, they're either high, drunk or filthy rich that just seemed to be the typa guys yoongi attracted- nonetheless maybe this guy was all of the above.
though weirdly enough his eyes didn't quite settle like ever, he couldn't look you in the eyes even just once as yoongi punches his arm lightly for him to talk.
"hey," he greeted, and the sound that escaped his lips was unexpectedly awkward, almost stumbling over the single syllable.
yoongi chuckled, sensing the surprise on your face. "Don't let the intimidating exterior fool you," he teased, clapping Jungkook on the back. "jungkook here is a little socially awkward. it's kind of adorable, actually, you're gonna love him tho"
"why are you talking about me like i'm not right by your side," jungkook mumbeled quietly in response, his gaze looking to his feet as yoongi smiled at him like he was some forgein never-been-seen before animal species, ignoring his response, "he's exactly like the guys you usually fuck"
"now that just sounds like i blow all your friends off, that's just wrong, yoon-" you snickered, shaking your head, sipping the rest of his drink down in a swift motion as yoongi rolled his eyes, "can you stop drinking my shit? man, i can give your broke ass a few pennies for a drink" he pinched your cheek like he was talking to a child, "let me do chariety work"
"sounds just like something an old man like you'd do," you leaned against the bar casually, "y'know do some chariety and then take your little nap"
yoongi rolled his once again, quite poorly hiding the grin that snuck it's way onto his face, turning full way to jungkook like he forgot of your existence, "see? she's a brat, a menace, a whore- anything under the sun-" he paused like he was thinking of something, "i need a drink"
till turning again, pointing a finger at you, "cause you drank it all up, you'll pay for it sooner or later" slowly walking off not even waiting for an answer as you yelled, "shouldn't have insinuated that i'm a brainless cock sucker"
after he was out of sight, you turned your attention to jungkook who's eyes had been observing every detail of the past conversation, you shook your head in pretend-frustration, emphasizing: "sorry you had to witness that, when it gets over the time of 12pm and he's desperately over his bed time, he just gets so..." you sighed like you were in extreme concern, "cocky"
it was the first time your eyes linked, a small but growing smile on his face, "you're funny, i like you"
"well then it doesn't take much to impress you," you smiled back, thinking for a few seconds. no, you wanted to know more about the dude- at least one of you has to try. "but for real why are you out of all people friends with yoongi?"
he tilted his head up slightly like he was in fact trying to look into his brain to see an answer, "i think he's fun.. at times and i'm pretty sure he's a sweetie at heart"
you nod along, yoongi can be truly insufferable but if he did care when needed and maybe that was just enough- you shook your head trying to not overthink it all of a sudden, switching the topic, "truth or dare"
he raised his eyebrows for a split second, surprised by the abrupt topic switch, "truth"
"weirdest place you've ever had sex?"
he let out a little breathy chuckle, the sound of jungkooks laughter generally pretty, "an ikea bedroom," he played with his lip piercing like he was contemplaiting wheather he should say the next thing, "just a bit of fingering nothing to extreme nonetheless truth or dare?"
"truth"
"you're no fun," he pouted jokingly till adding, "is it true that you're a whore?"
this was not the position you imagined yourself at the end of the night- no, scratch that, this was not the man you imagined to be with in this position, pressed against the mirror of a dirty bathroom, ass hurting from the bath sink you were seated on, jungkook out of all balls deep into you.
his mouth was pressed against your neck, whispering horny sweet nothings against the bare skin, how much of a cock sucker you actually were, how easy it was for him to get you here, how stupid and solely cock-focused you were.
it was like all his awkwardness wore off the longer he lingered next to you as he pounded into you like he had fucked you tens of times before.
you didn't care if you were completely reckless right now or if the door was open and anyone could fucking walk in at any given moment or where yoongi was - after all maybe jungkook was right: all you could think of right now was his dick deep inside you.
"do you go around and fuck around with all of his friends behind his back or is it just me? mmh, c'mon answer" your tongue felt tied, it was like you had water in your ear, his words not quite audible as you shook your head, not getting it, "made for taking dick, exactly like i thought"
he spread your legs a bit wider, cock scretching your pussy just the right way as you creeked out something about 'needing to cum'
his fingers entertwined in your hair, pulling it just lightly, biting his lips trying to conceal a whimper at the feeling of your pussy tightning round him, "i'll give it to you, wanna have you cum all over my dick"
a high pitched scream aired through the room, so loud like somebody had witnessed a murder - simultaneously it felt like your little bubble of pure utter hornieness had popped, looking to your right to look at a deeply digusted min yoongi, who's hands were already covering his eyes like a defence mechanism.
"it's not what it looks like!"
you both yelled, jungkook pulling out instantly covering you with his shirt that had been thrown onto the ground like fifteen minutes ago, "what do you mean? your dick was in-" he shook his head dramatically and in a repeated fashion while you threw your clothes on as fast as you possibly could, "i don't think we can be friends anymore.. that image uhh-" he did another disgusted expression, covering his mouth like he was still in after-shook.
it took about ten minutes to calm yoongi down (and a whole lot of promises and gaslight about how he was probably to drunk for his own good) till you both sat him down into a taxi taht was going to safely drive him home.
you stood there outside the bar in the cold air of the night silently for a little while before you both started laughing, what started as a tiny chuckle turned into cackling like maniacs.
eventually you got your shit together, mumbling "well that was awkward" he grinned in response, "right before cumming too- how cruel"
jungkook played with his piercing once again, gaze zoning out shortly till returning to yours, "how about i take you home and you get to finish off just like you deserve?"
#kpop smut#bts ff#bts fanfic#bts fic#bts imagines#bts x you#bts x reader#jungkook x reader#jungkook#jungkook fanfic#yoongi fic#min yoongi x reader#yoongi fanfic#jungkook x y/n#jungkook x you#jungkook fic#✉️ frmisnow! 1k follower event
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A/N: Based on this ask right here! Please send feedback because I love to hear it! Also, this was such a cute write, but you know I gotta add my own twist (hehehe)
WC: 1.8k (kinda quick)
Pairing: Bf!Chan x Virgin afab!Reader
Wairing: Fluff and Smut! Loss of virginity, the reader is kinda scared of dicks (that's what was asked in the ask!), pet names (baby and sweetheart), unprotected sex (it's me and Chan, come on), cumming inside, f! fingering, idk what else
“It’s just weird to think about” you sighed, trying to explain your logic behind not wanting to have sex. Scratch that, you want to have sex with Chan, he’s been teasing you for weeks and your fingers haven’t been helping.
Even at the beginning of your relationship, you explained to Chris that you had never had sex, and he understood, telling you it was perfectly fine, but you didn’t tell him the reason why until a few minutes ago.
“I don’t think it’s that weird, it’s a reproductive organ that all men were born with” he chuckled, watching your face of disgust.
“Exactly, men were born with. I’m not a man, so I can live my whole life without seeing one” you emphasized as he came closer to you, nibbling on your ear. “You really can live your whole life without me inside of you baby?”
You whimpered at the thought, knowing that the last time you even looked at a cock, you were disgusted and genuinely petrified at the thought of touching it. “Maybe we can try?” you shrugged, looking up at him.
He almost groaned at the sight of your doe eyes pleading at him to give your cunt some sort of stimulation. You finally came clean about the reason you were so scared to have sex with him, even after watching you rub your thighs together in attempts to give yourself even a sliver of stimulation whenever he kissed you, he never wanted to pressure you.
“Are you sure baby? We will take this nice and slow, we can turn off the lights too, would you like that?” You simply shook your head at that, thankful you had someone who truly cared about you.
He got up from his bed, turning off his lights, and the dimness of his LED lights, the only thing covering his room being a purple hue, allowing you to see the outline of his face.
“Is that good baby?”
“Yes,” you replied, your voice surrounding him. He slowly shifted you, placing your covered cunt against his thigh, flexing it slightly as he dragged you against it. “Feels good baby?” he asked, kissing your neck as you moaned.
“Feels so good” you whimpered as you continued to rut against his thigh, feeling yourself getting wetter. “Good girl” he chuckled as he flipped the two of you over, your back hitting the bed underneath you, head hitting the pillows.
“Chan?” you whispered, confused by what his next step was going to be. “Baby, you don’t think you would be able to take my cock without any prep?”
He slowly pulled down your sleeping shorts and underwear, basking at the sight of your cunt.
“What a sweet-looking pussy” he moaned at the outline, the light not being bright enough to make it out fully.
When you did feel confident in seeing him fuck you, he would ravish your cunt, eating it like his last meal. For now, though, he was going to get you ready for his cock, slowly dragging his fingers against your slit.
“Fuck Channie” you moaned, feeling his cold fingers running against your hot cunt, your mind slowly floating a bit away as you felt him put his first finger into your sopping hole, causing you to moan as your cunt clenched around it.
“Fuck baby, you need to stop clenching around one measly finger. How am I going to get you to take my cock if you can’t even take a finger?”
“Can take it Channie, please need more”
“Aww, baby look at you acting like such a good girl for me. If you want another finger, I can add another one just for you. You just gotta relax for me baby, can you do that?”
You just nodded, trying to release a little bit, allowing him to slowly add another one inside of you. “There we go, look at you being such a good girl” he said, kissing the top of your forehead as he began to slowly scissor the fingers inside of you.
“Fuck” you moaned at the sensation of his fingers inside of you. He was awe at the sight of you, you were taking his fingers so well, moaning at the feeling of him hitting your g-spot with his fingers.
He knew you needed another source of stimulation, you needed to cum, and he wanted to make you. He slowly dragged his thumb against your clit, causing you to arch your back slightly, your head still pressed against the pillows.
“Good girl, there we go” he kissed your lips before slowly pulling his fingers out of you, licking them. You watched in awe as he pulled them out, “taste so sweet for me baby” he groaned at your taste.
“Now baby, are you sure that you want my cock? I’m fine with us stopping here, but I’m going to need a cold shower”
“I’m sure” you said more affirmatively, “I want you to fuck me”
He groaned at that, slowly getting off the bed to get a condom. “Stop where are you going?” you asked a bit confused. “I’m just getting a condom baby, calm down”
“Please don’t” you whined, you wanted to feel him fully your first time, not wanting anything in the way. “Baby, are you sure? I know you are on birth control, but I want to make sure you are comfortable, we can use a condom”
“No Channie, wanna feel you fully, wanna feel all of you” you whined, grabbing his hand and pulling him back to your bed.
“Fuck” he whisperedd to himself as he pulled his shorts down his legs, throwing them god knows where, the same with his shirt. He couldn’t believe he was going to fuck your pretty little pussy, not to mention raw.
“Wanna help” you whimpered, supporting yourself on your elbows as you took his cock in your hands, a bit perplexed on how warm it was, but you ran your hand up and down it. You noticed how Chan threw his head back, a moan leaving his lips along with your name.
“Fuck sweetheart, if you keep going like that, I’m going to cum”
“What if that’s what I want you to do?” you giggled, watching his pupils dilate under the purple hue. “Baby, you should be glad it’s your first time, or else I would have fucked you for acting like a brat”
You hummed at his tone as he took his cock back in his hands. “You sure baby?” he asked one more time, waiting for you to say yes. As soon as you did, he ran the tip of his cock along your wet slit, causing the two of you to groan simultaneously.
“I’m gonna put it in now”
“Please do Channie”
He slowly started off with just the tip of his cock inside of you, your walls hugging him in so tight that he slowly began to push more inside of you.
It didn’t feel uncomfortable, just a bit foreign. You had never had anything as big as Chan inside of you before, so it was a new experience, but something you could see yourself getting used to and loving.
Chan could see you in your own head so he slowed down. “Is it too much baby, I can slow down”
“No, please don’t, feels so good” you whimpered as he slowly continued his almost snail like pace, pushing his cock inside of you. Chan knew he was big and didn’t want to hurt you to chase his own high. He wanted to make sure it was perfect for you, even if he had to go at such a slow pace.
It took a couple minutes for him to fully situate himself into your cunt, the tip so far deep that he could see your face contort in pleasure.
He let himself stay there, too scared to move, that was until you whined underneath him, begging to feel him move his big cock. “Fuck baby, you don’t know what you do to me” he whined as he slowly took his cock out of you before thrusting it inside of you.
He felt so good inside of you, but you needed more, needed him to go faster. “Please Chris, need more please go faster”
How could he disagree when you looked up at him with your watery doe eyes.
He began to thrust into you faster, causing you to whimper, his cock feeling hot inside of you, hitting your cervix with every thrust. “Fuck baby, this pussy is so tight, can’t wait to fuck it all the time”
“Yes Channie, want you to fuck me whenever you want. Feels so good, so fucking good”
“Yeah baby, you loving my cock inside of you, want me to cum inside too?”
“Yes please please please” you pleaded, wrapping your legs around his torso, causing him to quicken his pace as he placed one hand over your clit, rubbing it in tandem to his thrusts.
“Yeah baby, fuck, can feel you clenching around my cock. I know you are close, why don’t you come for me baby, please cum for me” he whined, kissing your neck, leaving marks all over it. He needed to feel you cum on his cock, needed to make you feel good.
“Fuck Channie, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum” your walls clenched around him as a white ring was visible around the base of his cock, causing you to moan at the sight.
“Fuck gonna cum, are you gonna let me cum in this perfect little cunt of yours?”
“Yes, please cum in me” you whimpered, your entire body feeling overstimulated at his cock continuing to plow inside of you, him chasing his own high.
With a few more thrusts, he came inside, his head tossed back, allowing you to see his adam’s apple bobbing at the feeling of your cunt sucking in his cum.
He slowly pulled out, watching his cum and your own mix, slowly falling out of you.
“Wait here baby, let me clean you up” he quickly pecked your lips before running to the bathroom to get a warm wash cloth, running it down your legs before handing you a glass of water from his side table.
“Let’s go to the bathroom, I already started a bathe for you” he kissed your lips after seeing your tired nod, picking you up bridal style before placing you into his bath tub, him entering right behind you, allowing you to rest your back on his chest.
“How was it baby?” he asked, kissing your shoulder before hugging you.
“Amazing Channie” you giggled before slowly closing your eyes, surrounding yourself with him.
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i know i just said that i was on a break, but casino!141 was giving me an itch, so here we are. phone writing, bear with me.
cw: nsfw. slightest dub-con at first? poly!141 is arising. cockwarming. simon talks you through it. f!reader.
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your footsteps echoes in the hallway, soundwaves ricocheting on the walls of the far too quiet casino. it's strange being there during the day, accompanied only by the more avid gamblers who need their fix, even when most lights are off.
"come in." John's voice travels from inside the office after your brisk knock and you open the door, quickly stepping in the room and opening your mouth to speak, but your jaw closes shut when you realize you're not alone with him.
he's sitting behind a desk overflowing with papers, cigar long forgotten on the ashtray, but your attention is diverted to the masked individual standing beside it, hazel eyes boring into your skull with an unerving stare. "hello, Ace."
his voice can't be described as tranquilizing, but the tone is a stark contrast from the glare. it's almost tender, alluring, and for a split second you forget what you were going to say. "uhm, Kyle said you wanted to see me?" your head turns back to John, offering him a timid smile.
"yes, that's correct." he leans back on the chair, rolling his tense shoulders and tilting his head in your direction, "Simon and i are working through some documents, you know, bookkeeping, management, the boring stuff behind the slot machines," you nod, attentively listening but not truly following, "and i'm needing some of your assistance."
"i'm sorry? assistance?" your brows knit together, confused by his words. he chuckles, index finger raised in the air motioning for you to come closer, and you swear you hear Simon snorting at the interaction.
you walk to the table and stand on his side, eyes darting between the pile of files and the malicious glint in his blue irises. his hand meets your waist and your sight drops from his face, down to his torso, down to his... bulge. "you see, Ace, you're always so good in helping me concentrate during the games, we might as well try something new, yeah?"
his fingers graze your hips, tracing down your sides and reaching behind your thighs, causing a shiver on your spine. "John, i–" a soft 'shh' comes out of his lips, and he starts unbuckling his belt, raising himself just enough so that his trousers can come to his knees.
heat spreads up your chest, your neck, your cheeks, and your vision swerves to the ceiling, mind racing with embarrassment and bewilderment. from the corner of your eye you peek into Simon's direction, and to your surprise, he's completely unfazed.
Price drags you closer, hiking up your shirt just enough to expose your belly, pressing long kisses on the flesh while his hands knead your ass. you shouldn’t give in so easy, you have a better judgement than that, but his touch is so enticing, soft, easily mistaken by loving, that you find it hard to define what's right and wrong – or to define if you really want this.
when he pops open the button of your pants, you know you're done for. even if your brain settled for a 'no', he wouldn't care, considering the amount of pre-cum leaking from his throbbing cock. the damp spot between your legs wouldn't care either.
he pulls your bottoms down slowly, trailing pecks from your navel to your mound. you're nervous, dangerously close to a cardiac arrest when he flips you around hastily, slap on your ass cheek making your body jolt forward.
a firm hand guide your hips to his crotch, while the other positions his cock on your entrance, teasingly stroking the folds to gather your slick. "deep breath for me." he's gentle, pressing kisses on your back while you sink into his length, the pain of the sudden stretch being easily overpowered by the wave of pleasure washing over you. "that's it, love." he groans, squeezing your waist when you finally hit the base, "now just sit pretty while i work, hm?"
you nod, pathetically so, biting your bottom lip to swallow back your moans. you imagined it would be big, and maybe you just needed to be prepared, but fuck, you were filled. John started ruffling through the papers again, meticulously skimming the words like his tip wasn't brushing your cervix whenever you dared to adjust yourself.
"you have to stop squirming, Ace."
your head snaps up to the side the sound came from, and you face Simon's piercing glare. he still holds one of the documents, but his focus is solely on you, an underlying primal desire hidden behind his gaze that makes your stomach flutter.
he chuckles, leaning in front of you, arms almost close enough to cage you over the table. "does it feel that good? having Price's cock stuffing your sweet cunt?" he patronizes, tapping your cheek to get your attention back on his eyes, "i bet it does."
if you had the energy, you'd curse him out, but you're lost in how good you're feeling, even with minimal friction. you look up to him, pitifully doe-eyed as a moan escapes your lips, "go on, pretty girl, feel it. it's pulsing, isn't it? each vein hitting the perfect spots." you grip the edge of the desk, knuckles turning white from the strength, desperately trying to ignore the smallest twitches of his shaft inside of you, "you want him to move, right?"
you hum, writhing on his lap to convince John into forgeting whatever business he has to do at the moment and just fuck you already. "you'll have to wait, Ace." you whine, looking over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of him. his gaze doesn't shift, but you note the slight blush creeping up his collar and you smirk, content that he seems to be suffering too, even if it's barely.
"if you're lucky, he might reward you later. throw all of that shite on the floor and bend you over the table." your walls immediately clench at the idea, coaxing a grunt out of Price. "and you are a lucky girl, aren't you?" a breathy 'yes' comes out of your mouth, and Simon's thumb brushes your lower lip, smearing the tiny drop of spit on the corner over your pout.
your thighs tremble, clit aching and begging for some stimuli, toes curling at the mere thought of being fully claimed by John. "be patient." he deigns, and you don't miss the smirk marking the black fabric of his covering. bastard. his hungry expression only makes you wetter, needier, disoriented by lust, and you absentmindedly nod, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves and wait. painfully wait.
but the action ultimately falters the second Simon's low whisper reach your ears, striking you like electricity, "good girl."
ideas for this are always welcomed mwah
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More someone older smut drabble pls
When he wakes up, he feels somewhat.. anxious?
He slowly sits up in his bed to look around, checking the digital clock next to his bed on the small table twice just to make sure that he's truly not asleep anymore. Because this- just doesn't feel quite real.
There's faint music playing in his home, outside the bedroom. The smell of something cooking fills the room as well, dishes clattering a bit in the sink in the kitchen. He knows it must be you- he's aware that you're staying with him after all. But still.
This feels too much like his mind making things up.
The bedroom door opens slowly, your head poking in, before you realize he's awake. "Oh, you're up." You say, entering more openly now. "I hope I didn't wake you."
"Why did you get up without me?" He wonders, feet meeting the floor as he's moved to sit on the edge of the bed, making you giggle as you sit down on the bed on your knees.
"Cause.. I wasn't tired anymore." You shrug, reaching out to somewhat tame his slightly wild bedhead. "And I thought you might appreciate breakfast?"
"I do appreciate that." He smiles, before he catches you off guard by tugging on your arm and making you lay down, before he positions himself over you. "But you could've also woken me up." He chuckles before pecking your lips once.
"But you were sleeping so tight." You say. "Looked like you were dreaming."
"Hm.. I was." He agrees, kisses moving to your neck. "Of you."
"Oh?" You wonder, stretching your arms above your head for a second. "What were you dreaming of?" You ask.
"Things I'd love to make a reality one day." He purrs against your skin, before he releases you again. 'I'll shower real quick, alright?" He tells you, before he pecks your lips once more and leaves into the bathroom to shower-
And you're honestly not sure what makes you feel so bold.
Maybe it's that feeling of safety you have with him, this odd sense of security here in his home, as if nothing can really harm you in here. So when you move to enter the bathroom as well, shower already running with him inside, you don't feel any sort of hesitation as you shed your clothes and join him beneath the warm water.
It's a sight that easily makes him stir alive, remnants of his dream revived as he watches the water pearl down your skin. The way you easily touch and kiss him is making his head spin, making him forget about your past hesitation in its entirety.
This is how it's supposed to be. Easy, simple. No worries about what might be the best thing to do.
Just existing.
Your hand on him makes him gasp into your mouth, a sound you eagerly swallow, his back hitting the tiled wall of the shower. He manages to turn the steady stream of water up ahead a bit lower as you fall to your knees, the anti slip mat on the shower floor cushioning them quite a bit as you work on him.
It's now what his dream was about- but he's sure he could never come up with a scene as serene as this anyways, imagination not advanced enough to even think of this potentially happening.
Just like back at your place before, this time once more he's a slave to your actions. It's causing his mind to go blank at the way your tongue runs over the head of his cock, beckoning him further and further towards his release. And then your hands join in to hold and touch what you can't fit, effortlessly making the muscles in his thighs spasm as he spills inside your mouth with his head thrown back against the tiles of the shower, a hand in your hair.
He can't let this stand.
And he doesnt- returning the favor shamelessly so with both his hands and mouth, eagerly devouring you as his first breakfast before he later on sits at the table in the kitchen to eat his actual one, conversation innocent enough to mask over the things that went down not even long enough ago to dry your hair fully.
If this is a dream, he doesn't want to wake up. If all the Christmas decor and your words about baking later are lies, he doesn't want to hear the truth.
He wants to stay like this-
And he'll do anything to make it work.
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Cause and Effect (Part 1)
a/n: Finally part one of the series as I work on requests! I tagged everyone that commented on the original story but there were a few that I was unable to. Thank all of you so much in your interest!
Azriel x reader/Archeron!sister
(Part 2)
From the moment that you were forced into the Cauldron, your life had drastically changed. You weren’t sure what to do or where you fit in life. It wasn’t like you truly fit in anywhere anyway but it had only been amplified by being turned into High Fae. Pain and betrayal stayed with you because Feyre had done nothing to help you, Nesta, and Elain. In a sense, you understood why but it didn’t stop the emotions.
Being the youngest of all of the Archeron sisters meant that you were always looked over by everyone. Your father barely acknowledged your existence and Nesta was always more concerned about Elain and her wellbeing. You were only a year younger than Feyre and even she wasn’t treated in the way that you were.
Maybe it was because she took the initiative to risk her life to keep you all fed but when you pushed to help her, she refused your help and brushed you aside like everyone else. The only attention that you got was from a boy your age and you also knew that he didn’t truly care about you. It was only all about him getting what he wanted and then leaving.
The one thing that kept you going, kept you somewhat hopeful, were a select few human holidays that were nearly completely forgotten for a reason unknown to you. There was one in particular that always stood out and you always did your best to celebrate it. Despite that, your low rank in the family simply earned you a scoff and told that it didn’t matter.
You simply wanted to share a small bit of joy that you could hold onto with the four of them. It was hard being so different in the sense that you wanted to spread love and joy but everyone around you was more focused on being miserable with poverty.
The Fae had their own traditions, you had learned, in the separate courts in the new world that you were forced into but that piece of you that loved your holiday felt as if it was slowly dying. Dying just as your humanity had. You had watched in horror as Feyre was forced back to the original court that she had found her first love in. Despite that, you kept silent while standing a few feet away from your two oldest sisters on the ground who were just as drenched as you were.
Mor had all three of you before you had time to blink, sending you all through a pit of darkness before landing in yet another place that you were unfamiliar with. Naturally, everything would be unknown to you and a piece of you didn’t really care. As you sat in your room all alone, your mind drifted to the males in the castle that you had been in and you could only hope that they were alright. Your caring heart wouldn’t let you feel much of anything else.
That was until you began to move between both of your sisters' rooms. You didn’t want to be alone but Elain was in a catatonic state and Nesta simply shoved you out of the room. It was a traumatizing situation for all of you but you craved and longed for someone to be there for you as Nesta was for Elain to help you cope.
Mor had come to check on all three of you within a couple of hours and she was the first one that showed you genuine kindness for the first time in a really long time. It unfortunately didn’t last long before the female left you alone again with the excuse that she needed to check on her friends.
“Are they going to be okay?” you asked worriedly.
“They will be,” she assured with a tender smile. “They just need some rest while the healers work on them.”
“Tell them that I hope that they get better soon.”
She gave you a small smile of understanding and once she left, you made your way back to your room. You hadn’t taken the time before to fully take in the sight before you. The bed was huge, decorated in different shades of blue. Your new bed was just as big and it made you wonder why a bed would need to be so large. It was a far cry from what you were used to in poverty and even the new estate that you had placed in couldn’t compare to this.
The balcony was what caught your attention the most and you couldn’t stop yourself from enjoying the evening breeze that flowed through your hair, setting you at ease as you took in the sight of the city below you. You knew that the small area would be where you would spend a majority of your time if your sisters didn’t want anything to do with you.
Unable to stay in one place, you found yourself wandering aimlessly in an attempt to learn your new surroundings. The simple fact that it was built into the mountain amazed you and you wondered how much work it took to do such a thing. Becoming aware of your surroundings was your main goal but you always ran excitedly when Mor came to visit.
“Have you heard from Feyre?” you asked as you dined with her at the end of your first day in your new dwellings.
No.” Mor shook her head, sadness written in her features. “She’s fully capable of handling herself but we’re hoping that it won’t take her long to accomplish whatever she has planned.”
“And your friends?”
“Our best healer is working on Cassian’s wings,” she answered somewhat hesitantly even though you swore you saw tenderness in her eyes. “Azriel’s wound was nowhere near as bad as it seemed and he’ll be okay in another day or so.”
“I can’t imagine how much it would hurt to have that happen when you have wings.” You shook your head as pain for them filled you. “Or having an arrow in your chest that’s laced with poison.”
“They are Illyrians and they heal quickly,” she assured. “Healing and reconstructing wings is quite difficult but we trust our healer immensely.”
You weren’t given much information and your heart sank whenever she had to leave to check on the injured males. Taking a chance on Nesta again, you slipped into the library to be met with a hostile face. It was all that you could do not to cringe away from that look so you sighed instead.
“Mor just left and said her friends are healing,” you offered.
“I don’t care,” she replied matter of factly, her tone proving her words. “What are you doing here?”
“I uh- Just came for a book,” you muttered, your heart breaking at the hatred that you were receiving.
“Well get it and go.”
Doing as told, you grabbed the first book that you could get your hands on and darted to your room. Mor hadn’t returned on the second day and Rhysand, the High Lord, simply walked through the home, glancing at all three of you before leaving again. You were unable to focus on the words in the romance book that you had unknowingly grabbed as you sat at the dining room table on the third day.
You heard the beat of wings before you saw them and noticed that it was one of the males, Azriel as you remembered, who had landed on the balcony. It took you a moment of staring to realize that he was the most beautiful male that you had ever seen in your relatively short life. He locked eyes with you when he noticed you and his own went wide when you smiled brightly before he stumbled back a step as if he were in shock.
“Hey!” you exclaimed a bit too excitedly, happy to see another person.
“Hi,” he whispered breathlessly.
A small smile formed on his face that only caused you to grin in response.
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Angel
real!dad leon kennedy x afab!reader
tw: incest
short yip yap, 100% filth // related to: My, Penitence
an: i felt like yapping about just some sex between leon and the reader in the tl of my last story in between working on the actual second part of the story & some other stuff >_<;;; it isnt much but hehe
"Somedays I'm convinced your dad is more of a boyfriend than this 'mysterious' guy. You're always with him but I assume it's cause you're such a daddy's girl. He can't let you go, huh?"
Your friend jokes while blowing out the smoke from her cigarette.
"Probably just as overprotective now since his only child is having a kid. Must be a big thing for him."
You chuckle in response but you knew the truth. You knew all of what truly was happening. The sexual relationship with your father had went on for a while now. But she'd think you're insane, right?
"— I really wish I could meet the guy who got MY best friend pregnant!"
"My dad."
You respond softly, hearing a light cough. She choked on the smoke from your response.
"What?- You're fucking with me. Right?"
You gaze over, that warm smile remained on your face.
"Of course I'm fucking with you."
You lied, gently ghosting your fingertips over your belly. You felt the gentle kicks in response as your smile widened more. You were having his child. Your father's child.
You couldn't be any happier.
_
What was normal? You don't exactly remember what it's like to be a normal person like everyone else around you was. You adapted back to your roots and all the shit your father dragged you into.
Your first time, second time and yeah.. Whatever time by now wasn't as ideal. But you slowly but surely gotten back into that headspace you had a while back and enjoyed when he came up from behind to touch you or fuck you. You loved your daddy in a sick way all over again. You made the most sense out of it though even when he had spiraled from drinking and would smack you around, beat you till you saw nothing but darkness but you enjoyed finally being intertwined with him. You finally were close with him like the way you wanted it to be.
If anything, he molded you into what you originally wanted to be in the first place.
"Daddy.."
You're obviously mentally gone in the head, busy nuzzling against him like a needy dog while he has his arm wrapped around you, watching television with you. He glances over, a warm smile etched on his face - seeing you all up on him. He found it cute and amusing.
"Yeah sweetheart?"
"Need you.."
"Now?"
"Noooww.."
You thought you'd be past this when you were in your so called "healing" phase but that was short lived after he had you all to himself after the divorce — he seemed to have forgotten all about that, didn't even speak about your mother ever again and only spoke about you or ranted about work. The usual.
"Huh, alright. My pretty angel wants her daddy, yeah?"
"Mh.." You shift around, crawling right onto his lap while staring into his eyes lovingly. He enjoyed the sight of you, all bubbly and needy. It's exactly what he wanted out of you.
So with that, he didn't waste anytime in pulling his pajama pants off and his boxers, letting his cock fling out. You notice it and bite your lower lip with excitement; glancing towards him again with an ecstatic look on your face. This night was gonna be a long one.
_
You two were at it for a while, loud moans and begging filled the room. The scent of sex pooling throughout as you felt yourself in a new state of bliss. For the longest, you tried to get him to stop whenever he stopped by your bedroom at night. After he had taken your virginity, he couldn't get enough of you. Kept mentioning how you were like your mother but better.
At first it was weird then it turned out to make you smile when he said that. You craved for those compliments, hence why you started doing the things you did when you felt him slightly straying away from doing things with you. Changed your attire, purposely did the cliché thing of bending over with skirts or short dresses on so he could see your panties. All of those had brought him further into this taboo relationship. It never was meant to get out of hand but you both couldn't help it. If he was sick in the head, then you were too.
"Daddy's cock feels so- Good!!~"
You cry out, grazing your nails along his back. Your breasts brushed along his chest as he groans, gazing up at you. He was happy himself even if somedays he sat there with a concerned expression whenever he was laying there in bed with you.
"Oh?"
He replies, gripping to your hips before he decided it was time to take charge. He moves his hands up in a better position before grabbing you and pinning you down to the couch, slamming his cock back into you. Your moans are strained out while he stares down at you with a smile. He enjoyed seeing you like this regardless of the doubt in the back of his head that was faintly there.
"I'm gonna cum soon.."
He grasps your hip with one hand while his other hand was in yours, intertwining the both of your fingers together. It was bittersweet and you squeezed at his hand while looking up at him. His movements progressively gotten rougher and faster — nothing but the sound of skin slapping against each other and the loud squelching noises were heard through the room.
"I-inside?..Please.. Please inside!"
To his surprise, this was the first time you begged for him to cum inside. Surely, you expected him to do this on his own but he always pulled out of you each time in the past but this day was different. His cock throbbed from your pleads — only moving rougher than before as a low growl left his throat.
"Inside? You want daddy's cum inside, huh? Dirty girl.."
He wasn't gonna turn down your plea, if anything he was all for it. He tensed up, quickening his pace while you both made eye contact with eachother. The way you stared at eachother made butterflies go crazy in your stomach. Before you knew it, you both had leaned closer to eachother, sharing a passionate kiss that a father and a daughter shouldn't share, but you two were different.
It felt good, so it didn't matter if it was wrong or right.
You muffle moans into the kiss, slipping your hands away and wrapped your arms around his neck. Your legs naturally remain wrapped around his back as his thrusts gotten rougher and deeper while time passed.
Seconds later? You both are crying out moans into the long-lasting kiss, you made a mess all over the sheets and his cock that was twitching inside of you — filling you to the brim. This might've been the most he's ever come..
You both laid there, out of breath while you felt his weight ontop of you. His embrace was warm and it kept you at ease after the session you both shared.
"Ah.....I..I love you, angel."
He rasps out, nuzzling into your neck. You could feel his stubble scrape at your skin as you gazed at him with a faint smile.
"I love you too, daddy.."
You truly did replace your mother. You weren't his daughter anymore.
You were his wife.
#realdad!leon#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy#leon kennedy x y/n#leon kennedy smut#dead dove fic#dead dove do not eat#🕊️ — drabs
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Two fill better than one
Summary: Your husbands San and Wooyoung have some very fulfilling fun with you.
Genre: smut (MDNI)
Pairing: Dom!San x Wooyoung x fem!reader
Word Count: 982
Warnings: oral, unprotected sex, double penetration, slightly rough, little bit of aftercare
networks: @newworldnet
© by bethelighthalazia. Do not repost, copy or translate. Unless stated otherwise, those works are mine and born from my own ideas. I don't have any claim on the mentioned real existing Idols whatsoever.
“Shh, Do you hear this, Wooyoung?” San groans, placing his finger on his lips as he looks over to Wooyoung, who's watching the two of you, your head buried between San´s legs. The only sounds that could be heard were some sloppy, gagging sounds, your naked body convulsing when you feel his tip hit the back of your throat and causing you to almost choke on his cock.
“Shit, Sanie-” A whimpered moan escaped Wooyoung at this sight, his hand palming the bulge that formed in his pants. He had burst into the room while you and San had some fun and the pink haired male made his best friend watch. Sans free hand reaches down, his fingers grasp into your hair to pull you off his length, a mix of his precum and your spit connecting your lips to his crotch. “C’mon, let me have some fun too-”
Wooyoung's words alone let you wiggle your butt, your legs instinctively spreading a little more while being on all four, your head still hovering above San's hard cock. “Shut it, Wooyoung. I told you to wait. And you, jagi, should know better than to be a brat like him.” San hums, his hand caressing your cheek gently before giving it a slap. Sometimes, especially when Wooyoung is involved, you can get quite bratty. The slap stings, but it's not that painful. Even though San tends to be the rougher one between him and Wooyoung, he never truly hurt you.
While San did this, Wooyoung had moved, only wearing his opened shirt, his hard member fully on display for you and San. His hands landing on your ass with a loud smack, drawing a squeak from you. “You've had your fun, Sanie! Besides, she's not yours only, all three of us signed the papers, remember?” Wooyoung's whiney voice let you groan, head tilting so you could shoot him a glance. However, this view just does something to you. His hair lazily brushed back, which accentuates his face even more, especially with his oreo hair. You actually had bribed his stylists to let him keep this hairstyle for a little longer.
Lifting his head a little, San reaches out to you, grabbing your chin and pulling you in for a kiss, he didn't care about tasting himself on your lips. While moving, you could feel his cock brush against your stomach, his tip perfectly aligned with your entrance. Wooyoung moved too, his hands still on your ass and you could feel his member pressing against your folds as well.
“Boys no- hnng~ we tried that once…you both don't fi-” They don't let you finish this sentence though, drawing a screamed moan from you as they both chuckle and push at the same time, entering the same hole simultaneously. And you were right, both of them at the same time are too big. “Fuck-” Wooyoung's fingertips dig into your butt cheeks, pushing your body forwards a bit. When your hands slip on the ground, you find yourself nestled against San's chest, your lips connecting in a loving kiss as he wraps his arms around you.
Both of them always make sure that you feel safe, you even talked about a safe word in the beginning of your relationship. You never needed it in the previous years of your relationship and you refuse to use it unless really necessary.
The first to move is Wooyoung, very slowly pushing his hips forwards. You could feel him rub against your insides, pushing deeper, but also pushing San deeper into you with this motion. It doesn't take much to tip you over the edge and cause a first orgasm to ripple through your body. Your walls squeezing them hard, both men let out a grunt, San´s head dropping back onto the ground as his hips instinctively move.
“Shi- y/n! Can't even take both her men properly, huh?” Wooyoung moans out in a challenging way, a smirk appearing on his lips when he looks at San over your shoulder. Then, with one fluent and hard thrust, he pushes your hips down. You can feel both their cocks pushing deep into your tight folds, spreading your walls. This is the first time they actually manage to make you squirt from an orgasm. When you're twitching heavily between them, both men chuckle, moving their hips in a steady pace to fuck you through your orgasm.
You could feel them falter after a few more thrusts, your walls squeezing them hard and it doesn't take much longer for both to reach their own orgasms as well, coating your insides in white. Heavily breathing, you just slump onto San, Wooyoung falling forwards and almost squeezing you between himself and his hyung, but he manages to catch himself. When the younger male slowly gets up from you, you feel him slowly pull out, drawing a quiet whimper from you. He breathes slowly for a few moments before he vanishes into the bathroom, San wrapping his arms around you, your whole body shivering and trembling still.
“Lets get some rest, jagi…” San mumbles quietly, his breath going quickly and a deep moan escapes him when he moves and pulls out of you while sitting up. Your arms wrap around his neck instinctively when San gets up, his legs a bit wobbly as he walks over to the bathroom, Wooyoung opening the door, so you and San can enter too, so the three of you can share a bath. Wooyoung already had let in the hot bath, in which San sits down with you, your back leaned against his chest and then the younger also joins, smiling softly as he then kisses you and San. “I love you, boys. So so hmm- much.” You whisper with a loving expression, but soon, your eyes drop shut and you fall asleep in the arms of your beloved husbands.
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pairing: hoshina soushirou x gn!reader (no prns)
summary: two secret admirers except he is actually insanely down bad for you its crazy
warnings: mentions the readers face 'flushing', it's kind of from hoshinas pov it's mostly his thoughts and voices, I cannot tell if hoshinas ooc but he's rather quiet with a whole ton of thoughts so idk if that's not it for you pls beware
Unlike one would expect, he was rather one to just sit back and admire. This is not to say he'd let a random guy just snatch you away, but he often couldn't do much more than just admire. It even surprised himself whenever he caught himself watching from afar again, but it really did make sense. He was one of hard work that no one would see, for as long as he could remember. Attention was not something he was used to, nor was it something he craved intensely. So what you had going on was fine for him, he was the happiest he's been just working with you every day.
However, sometimes at night, he'd wonder what it would be like if the one he loved, loved him back. What if he could make you smile and get you flustered? He wanted to know, but he convinced himself he didn't need to, nor could he.
Yet, one day those humble thoughts did a complete 180. He couldn't help it anymore, you had to be his.
It was no special day, at least not until you came along at least. It wasn't that big of a deal— it really wasn't, but the way your face flushed when his hand accidentally grazed your cheek would never be forgotten.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," he had said, immediately. He spun you around and touched the place he grazed, asking if you were okay.
"I'm, I'm perfectly fine, thank you," you said avoiding eye contact. You didn't mean to be rude but you knew your face was bright red and you couldn't dare see his expression.
But you should've. You absolutely should've. His heart clenched at the sight and his eyes widened, he was undeniably in love with you, anyone could tell. He didn’t know if he had any effect on you, or if you were just not used to people touching your cheek, but he couldn’t care less at the moment. He would be damned to let anyone see that look on your face, let alone cause it, so there was no choice but to make you his. He wanted you so badly, but he just didn't know how.
Now all through the day, he found himself thinking about you— he didn't think it could possibly get worse. He noticed everything you did more than ever. He noticed how your horrible sleep schedule was finally a little better, he noticed how you noticed everyone's new achievements and always remembered to compliment them, he noticed how you'd still sneak out in the middle of the night to train when you just couldn't fall asleep. He knew all these things, and yet he didn't know what to do.
A few weeks had passed and he was training late into the night again, but his thoughts were filled with you. It was getting late and he was finally going to call it a night, and that was when he finally noticed you by the door. When your eyes first met, he truly thought he was hallucinating— thought that the fatigue and the constant thought of you had made him go insane. Until you spoke, that was.
“I apologize,” you said in a hurry, your eyes shooting around until they slowly met his again. “I didn’t mean to stare.”
‘Didn’t mean to stare’? ‘Stare’? How long had you been there for? You were waiting for him to say something, but that was not even on his mind at the moment. As smart as he was, there were constantly thoughts flooding his head and all he had were questions. Why were you here? Why did you stay? Why were you still up? Were you having a hard time sleeping? Did he wake you up? Was he making a lot of noise? No, your room should be far enough away from the training room. Then why were you all the way here? Did you want to train too? Was he in the way? Were you—
“I’ll um, leave you to your training,” you said quickly, snapping him out of his flood of thoughts. “Sorry to bother you.”
You were turning away to leave when he reached out for your wrist. His mind was still blank but naturally the question he wanted answers to the most slipped right out of his mouth.
“Why…” he asked softly, eyes wide with surprise. “Why… were you here?”
You were just as surprised and you also didn’t know how to respond. “I couldn’t sleep, unfortunately,” you said slowly. It wasn’t a lie, you really were struggling to sleep— however you did turn the corner in the hall to see if the lights in the training room were on, and you did hope he was the one still up late. Yet, to your surprise his expression relaxed and he almost looked disappointed as he carefully released the grip on your wrist.
“But you need to get some rest as well,” you said, wanting to say something, anything, to keep you in this moment.
“You’re absolutely right,” he said. He was getting no rest tonight, he knew he was going to be up late just thinking about you or thinking about how he’s mildly heartbroken. He was tired of being stuck in his thoughts though and, maybe from the fatigue, it slipped out of him. “I wish you were here to see me.”
He only realized what he had said after he heard himself say it. Immediately the thoughts were back. Oh but it was quiet… perhaps you hadn’t heard it? Not a chance. What does he say next? Does he play it off? That would be such a scummy move. Oh, why would he do that? He had gotten so far keeping his feelings to no one other than himself, keeping quiet, admiring from afar, why now?
“I was!” you said, immediately. “I was here to see you!”
What did you say?
“I was hoping you were the one still training. I was hoping I’d see you tonight,” you said clearly.
He was about to embrace you when he caught himself right before he threw his arms around you. His hands were placed on your shoulders and his face was so close to yours. “Sorry, I’m literally drenched in sweat,” he said. “That would’ve been disgusting.”
“I don’t mind, I can always shower again,” you said, more eager for the hug than anything else.
“No, you need to sleep, it’s late,” he said, but he had to admit that pulled at his heart.
“Okay, then this will have to suffice,” you said and kissed him quickly.
He couldn’t believe his eyes. Not to be dramatic, but this was the moment he had been dreaming of for so long now.
His head was hanging, avoiding any eye contact— he didn’t want you to see his face flushed.
“I am so insanely in love with you.”
#hoshina x reader#hoshina soshiro x reader#soshiro x reader#hoshina soshiro#hoshina#kaiju no. 8 x reader#kaiju no 8 x reader#kn8 x reader#hoshina soushirou#kaiju no.8 x reader#HERE WE GOOOOOO#WE ARE SO BACK#see this hoshina is not the same hoshina in my silly text thing this hoshina does not say dick#and i cannot decide which one i love more#so for now i do both#thats a lie i know i love this one more deep down but the other one is so funny like i can hear it coming from him and itd be funny#ANYWAYS NOT THE POINT !#thank u sm for reading omg this was so fun to write#man i love when men are down bad#esp successful men#and this was about writing a successful man down bad i couldnt have more fun#hope to write for him more HOPE TO ALSO WRITE FOR RENO#really hope he gains popularity with the anime truly such a wonderful character#I HOPE U ENJOYED !!!#ALSO I APOLOGIZE NOT PROOFREAD i will proofread as i go...
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🖇️📁 𝐒𝐊𝐙 … 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff and slight allusions to smut, nothing too descriptive and in the form of aftercare! however, if you’re uncomfortable with that kind of content please skip seung!
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: nudity, soft!minho for once *gasp*
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is basically just how skz would say ‘i love you’ without actually having to say it but i didn’t know how to word that into a proper title 😭 this isn’t the best and i kinda (really) hate it but i just h a d to get my soft!skz thoughts out so please forgive how rushed and messy this is 🧎♀️ reblog for a kiss, feedback much appreciated!
𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍
extremely big into quality time
even though he spends most of his time in the studio or at practice he’ll always manage to make time for you :(
but he’s so constantly overworked
so he really appreciates when you go out of your way to look after him
literally melts the moment he gets homes from a particularly stressful day
(aka: single-handily fathering seven cretins that don’t give him a moments peace)
and the first thing he hears if your soft voice calling him to the bathroom
and there you were looking oh so cute all wrapped up in a fluffy towel and a gentle smile on your pretty face
all his favourite scented candles scattered around the overflowing bathtub - being the only source of light in the room and making you look even more angelic than you already do
swears he falls in love with you even more right then and there
feels the sore knots in his muscles start to relax as soon as your hands are on him, slowly stripping him while pressing fond kisses to every inch of skin you uncovered, letting him rant on about his day
he just loves how attentive you are to him and his problems, no matter how small or insignificant they may seem in the moment
practically wants to cry once he finally slips into the tub - having you hold him flush against your chest, burying his tired face in your neck as you trace patterns on his back
and he’s just
so in love with you
loves the comfortable silence between you both that he never feels pressured to fill, like he did with everyone else
also likes taking you on midnight drives
having no destination in sight cause all he can focus on is the cheesy 80s song blasting from the speakers and you singing along like an absolute dork in the passenger seat
window down and hair flying in every direction
and he swears you’ve never looked more beautiful
whenever he has a rare morning off he’ll spend it with you in bed
resting with your head on his chest until the late afternoon - just talking about absolutely nothing and he’d rather be doing nothing else
loves the quiet moments he gets with you and he swears you’ll never understand how much he actually cherishes your presence in his life
anyway he’s down bad y’all
𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐎
swears he hates pda but this mf will be leaving the softest of kisses against your head and the back of your ear while in public
knows how anxious you can get surrounded by people you don’t know so he’ll squeeze your hand ever so softly
letting you know he’s right there beside you
his little shows of affections being his gentle reminder that he’s always there to comfort and love you no matter what :(
super bad with words (only when it comes to emotional shit, this guy won’t stfu when it comes to bullying you)
and expressing how he feels so his small acts of pda will be his little way of saying ‘i love you’ without actually having to say it
and the way you just smile up at hime with so much love in those pretty eyes of yours, squeezing his hand back just as soft makes him wish he was able to properly express how utterly head over heels in love with you he was
cause he truly, fully was
also can be a big control freak
doesn’t really take anyone else’s opinions into consideration when he has his mind set on things
puts his thoughts and opinions above everyone else’s, especially when it comes to work and coming up with new choreography
expect for yours <3
will come home all tired and grumpy from practice
and you can’t help but smile from your curled up position on the sofa as soon as you hear him huff cutely after closing the front door, throwing his bag and hoodie to the floor and you so badly wanna tease him over his cute frustration
but you have to stop yourself as soon as you take in the sight of his pretty face slacked with exhaustion - dark rings under his eyes and hair sticking up in every direction
and he just curls up against you, resting his head in the crook of your neck as your fingers worked the knots out of his hair while some shitty tv show played in the background
and you could count on one hand how many times this man has cried in your entire relationship but he can’t help the glassiness of his eyes as he rants about his day, the tiredness and frustration finally coming to a peak
and normally he won’t let others get a word in when he’s in a bad mood but he appreciates your advice so much
even when it’s not much help
and he knows he still has those very same problems to face in the morning
but it seems all his worries just wash away in that moment, only able to focus on your soft voice in his ears and your equally as soft touch coaxing him to sleep
loves how you’re always there cheering him on from the sidelines
and he hopes you realise he’s doing the exact same for you
will never be caught dead being this soft though
so if you ever snitch he’ll fight you, no hesitation
loves you real though <333
𝐒𝐄𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍
shows his love for you in the form of relentlessly teasing you <333
thinks he’s soso funny but really he’s just an asshole
but you let him get away with it cause he’s cute af
he has such pretty privilege istg
this guy will literally embarrass you so much
pinches your cheeks until they’re red and sore and he’s cooing over how cute you look
cackles in the most annoying possible way when you do smth stupid instead of ignoring it like a *good* boyfriend
likes to make kissy faces at you and says shit like ‘you wanna kiss me so bad huh? it’s actually embarrassing how in love with me you are’
just so he can see that cute flush that takes over your face
has no problem doing this shit in public either
gets such a kick out of the sight of you trying to hide away in your sweatshirt, he just thinks you look so sweet !
sometimes he doesn’t know how to tell you just how in love with you he is so hell just resort back to poking fun at you - but really he’s just trying not to fucking melt right there on the spot every time you look at him
and that little knowing smile you send his way when he teases you in public is enough to let him know you know exactly what he’s doing
cause nothing can stop that lovesick glint in his eyes every time someone so much as mentions your name in passing :(
also very clingy and has to have his hands on you in some way or another no matter what
even when he’s being a little shit he’ll still be absentmindedly fiddling with your fingers with his own, or slinging an arm around your shoulders and holding you real close against his chest, or tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear without even noticing
idk he’s just wrapped around your pretty little finger and that scares him
𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍
shows his love for you in the most endearing way possible, through his art :(
whenever he’s had a stressful week he’ll just lock himself away in his studio, painting and sketching away for hours
and you so desperately want to keep him company but you know how personal and comforting his art is to him and you couldn’t possibly take that away from
accidentally leaves his sketchbook open while hurrying off to practice one day, running out the door with rushed kiss to your cheek and a piece of toast hanging out his mouth
and you swear you didn’t mean to snoop when you eventually stumbled across his art, but you couldn’t help but take a *small* glimpse at it
and you almost wanna break down crying right then and there cause in the sketchbook was pages filled to the brim of messy sketches and water paintings of your very own face and god you didn’t think you could be any more in love with his ass but here he was proving you wrong yet again
and there’s just so much love spilling from every detailed smile line and eye crinkle he was able to capture in your face and you finally understood how hopelessly in love with you he was after years of doubting
and just when you think you couldn’t feel anymore loved in that moment you come across a messily written paragraph at the back of the book
where all the words he wasn’t able to properly express to you were written down
and suddenly you wanna choke this man out cause just yesterday he was laughing at your misery cause you accidentally over plucked your eyebrows
yet here he was making you feel the most beautiful you’ve ever felt
and he’s all ‘🤨🤨 what tf did you do??? 🤨’ when he comes home and you’re suddenly all over him
and you’re just like ‘nothing :) just loving on my boy :)’
and he’s like ‘yeah sure 🤨’ and is fully convinced you broke smth and were buttering him up for the rest of the day so he wouldn’t throw a tantrum
but he finally understands when he sees his sketchbook laying wide open on his desk
probably bitches to you about going into his studio
but he’s just you finally realise how utterly down bad he is for you though
never mention to anyone though
cause he will fight you
𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆
best expresses himself through songwriting
mf is so bad with words and telling you how much he truly cares for you and believe me, he’s practically wrapped around your pretty little finger at this point and you don’t even know it
and everyone is like??? hello?? this guy literally looks at you as if you hung all the stars in the sky?? how do you not realise that 9/10 times he’s in the studio producing a new song its gonna be about you????
all of skz’s b-sides are practically just a timeline of your relationship
istg if you guys get into an argument he’ll storm out mid fight, heading straight for the studio and locking himself in there until morning
and you’re just a nervous wreck back at the apartment, curled up in bed with messy hair and dried mascara staining your eyes - worried to death for your stupid ass boyfriend
until he’s texting you in the early hours and suddenly you wanna throttle him for leaving you hanging like that
and he’s just sent you some stupid link to his private soundcloud and you have half a mind to call him up and chew him out about how now is not the best time to be sending you his stupid demos
but now you’re listening to it with literal tears in your eyes cause he’s saying everything he wanted to say to you during that stupid fight
and you can just hear all the love and fondness he holds for you in his voice
swears you’re his muse and it shows each and every time he puts his mind to a song
𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗
normally extremely vocal with his love anyway but one of his main love languages is admiring you
istg he’ll stare at you until he’s managed to memorise every single little mole, freckle and smile line of your face
so obsessed with you and everything you do
you could literally be doing the most mundane task such as making dinner
and this guy will be staring you out from the dining table
chin propped up in his hand and the most dreamiest look eyes in his eyes ever
istg if he was a cartoon there’d be little hearts floating around him
people think you’re so dumb cause you don’t realise how down bad he is for you
when this man will literally drop anything and everything as soon as you walk into a room
one time you brought the boys lunch while they were practicing and decided to sneak in so you wouldn’t disturb them
but this mf spots you right away and is just standing like 🧍♂️ cause omg you look so cute all wrapped up in his scarf and hoodie
and all the guys are continuing to practice around him and he looks like a damn idiot standing still with the most lovesick grin on his face
doesn’t even shy away when you catch him staring at you
he’ll literally just grin with so much love and adoration dripping from it that its almost making you lightheaded
also really likes to watch you do your hair/makeup cause he thinks you look so pretty and just loves how you pay such close attention to every little detail and strand of hair that was out of place
idk he could watch you for hours and never get bored
𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍
knows how big of an asshole he can be to you sometimes
especially during sex
which is why it isn’t surprising that his main love language is aftercare
he’s most vulnerable and loving after sex and there’s a million small apologies falling from his lips for being so cruel and mean to you and omg please just kiss this man cause he won’t stfu
cleans you up once you’re done and you have to stop yourself from tearing up cause he’s being so soft and gentle and making sure not to tire out your sore muscles any further and it’s such a stark contrast to the way he was treating you just a few moments ago
and he just looks so beautiful, admiring and adoring your skin while making sure you are comfortable and wrapped up all nice and cozy
runs you a nice bath and lets you lean against his chest, fingers limply intertwining with his own as he leaves fond kisses against your neck :(
one of the only times you’ll get this man to cuddle you - spooning you real close the whole night
and if you try to leave to go to the bathroom or some shit he’ll bitch about it for the next 20 minutes
lets you pick whatever movie you wanna watch (doesn’t even fight you on it when you choose some shitty 2000s rom-com!!!) but your delusional if you think he’s gonna let you choose what food you’re gonna order <333
will have no problem tackling you to the ground to get the phone out of your hand
literally can’t get over how pretty you look in the dim lighting off the room, all worn out and lips bruised from his kissing
not that’d he’d ever say it out loud though
but his eyes are looking at you so 🥺 and you can just s e e how much this guy loves you without even having to say it
very much a simp for you
tries his best not to be that big of an asshole after sex but he can’t help but tease you just a little bit
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍
will never let you know cause he doesn’t wanna be labeled as a simp (even though that’s exactly what he is) but he has a full photo album dedicated to you
very similar to felix in that his love language is admiring you
but he won’t get caught
please don’t ask him how many photos he has of you cause he’s lost count at this point
just loves taking little polaroids of you randomly
like you could just be watching smth on tv - cuddled up in one of his old sweatshirts and a cup of tea warming up your hands and feet resting on the coffee table - and he’s whipping out his camera and snapping you mid laughing at some stupid joke being told on screen
and you claim you look soso ugly and tired in it but all he can see if your cute little nose scrunch and eye smiles :(
his fav picture cause everytime he looks at it he can just hear your laugh and his heart literally goes <333
every time he takes a new photo of you it’ll become his lockscreen
really loves scrolling though that album when he’s on tour and lonely, smiling to himself as he zooms into your pretty face
gets teased to hell and back by minho and hyunjin
has a polaroid of the both of you in the back of his phone case
and refuses to change it no matter what
has probably almost outed the both of you cause he forgot to change his phone case when posting mirror selfies on insta 😭
also has a scrapbook with all the cute pics he’s took of you omg
defiantly extremely whipped for you but tries his absolute hardest to hide it
but it’s practically stamped across his forehead
cause he basically melts every time he’s around you
© 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐬 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.
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sunnyyy!! omg omg okay so idk what you put in your toxic dbf series but im sure its crack cause i know its freaking hurtful but i love it!! ur mind is >>>>>
alsoooo, i have this idea that i plan on writing for miguel but idk where to start SO IM GIVINF IT TO YOUUU!!
so lets call her bunny in this one. say bunny is enough of his shit, won’t let him do her dirty anymore because she refuses to be stupid. she’s no longer cassie howard and moves on to another man. a man who knows what he wants and who isn’t afraid to let her know that he wants her. he’ll cherish her, he adores the fuck out of her, he shows her off and he makes a promise to put a ring on her finger,
but simon doesn’t like that. not even one bit. and it ticks him off because why is he like this? why is he so worked up that she finds someone who finally treats her better than she can? yet, he can’t let it go. he lets her know. she has to know.
and so, at two am he comes knocking at her door. flowers in his hand, nicely dressed for the first time to let her know that he’s doing it for her and only her. not erin.
and it takes a lot in her to not slam the door in his face because she’s happy right now,
“you look at him the way i wanted to be looked by you, sweetheart” he admits, swallowing the lump in his throat. “and i envy that.”
she stares at him with a deadpan look. not really feeling a single thing anymore, leading him to continue.
“i have no right to say that, i know but—“ he pauses to take a deep breath. “i want to be with you. i want to be your man and i want you to let me”
she doesn’t want him to
ANA?? ANA MY LOVE???? THIS MAKES ME VIOLENTLY ILL
thinking about this in the dbf!simon series??? oh but im absolutely sobbing // same timeline as this !!
thinking about how you cry and wail and mourn for the years wasted on simon. thinking about the way you crumple on your bed, curling underneath your sheets, your cries now having been reduced to silent tears—this doesn’t mean you feel any better. instead, you feel even more distraught, upset in a way that feels bigger than yourself.
thinking about the promise you make to yourself. how, when the morning breaks, you will move on. that no matter how painful it may be—and it will be—you will strive to let go of simon. truly and completely this time around.
and that’s what you do. you fall asleep in exhaustion, heart heavy and mind buzzed. in the morning, you blink your eyes open and lay in bed for a few more minutes, suspended above your heartbreak, before it all comes crashing down on you. tears trickle from the corners of your eyes but you stay resolute, strong grip corralling your grief into the corner of your heart, before you get your day going.
you start by throwing everything that reminds you of simon: polaroid pictures and framed photos, shirts and clothes and socks and lingeries, towels and bedsheets, trinkets and accessories from across the globe—little souvenirs he’s brought to appease you.
(in the long haul, many of them were actually donated, while some were sold. but today, as you submerged yourself in your heartache, you dumped everything in a black garbage bag. out of sight, out of mind.)
blocking simon’s number actually turned out to be last. you deleted the pictures you have with simon in your phone prior, and then blocked and deleted his number altogether.
you breathed in deeply once you’re finished and collapsed to your bed again, trying to ignore the bareness of the walls and the emptiness of your room (let alone your heart).
the tears come again—they will come more often than not—and you let them. you open the locked corner of your heart and let the grief out. you mourn for what was lost; for what could’ve been. but most importantly, you mourn for the ways you’ve let yourself be trapped in such an unhappy moment.
moving on comes slowly; it comes so torturously that you thought it would never happen. but it does, and it does so during one quiet afternoon.
on that day, you realize that not once did you think of simon. not once did the memories trickle in to rip you away from the jovial present. and as you stand there in your kitchen, the sounds of the microwave beeps piercing through mutedly, you feel remade.
you feel whole, once again.
-
simon noticed, of course. he noticed the way your messages stopped coming in, or the way you no longer use your dad as an excuse to meet simon, or the way you just fell off the radar.
simon tried to reach out to you once and realized that you’ve got his number blocked.
it’s whatever, he thinks. because simon has never known you well, has never tried to learn more about you, so he thinks that this—your silent treatment and your detachment—is all a ploy. something like you playing hard-to-get.
so simon doesn’t think much about it until days turn to weeks, and weeks turn to months, and months are slowly building up to turn to a year.
simon doesn’t hear from you and, despite all his posturing, he realizes that he’s missed you. so he decides to drive by to pick you up for dinner and maybe apologize for whatever it is now that he’s done.
he gets to your dorm and rings your room. the intercom scratches awake, the person from the other side, your dorm mate he’s sure, asks who it was, and simon tells them his name. then, he tells them that he’s here for you.
there is silence for a while, almost loaded in a way that simon knows it’s not the intercom breaking up, and he gets his answer when he’s given a curt reply of, “she doesn’t want to see you. bye.” there is the distinct screech and then the line drops before simon could even ask why.
and simon feels lost. untethered.
-
john is a good man. that’s the first thing you realized. it terrified you, at first, how much you looked forward to meeting him. how much of being with him—simon’s friend—makes you happy.
you waited for the other shoe to drop, shoulders perpetually hunched as though that can shield you from the inevitable of john leaving you. of john using you.
but john is so warm. john is so gentle and kind and patient and loving.
john holds your hand and you know he isn’t looking for more. he drops you off at home, tells you to rest well and to say hi to your dorm mates, before taking off on his bike.
john kisses your cheeks and you know he isn’t looking for something more passionate. more heated. and you crave for his touch, yes, but there is something so special in the way john shows his affection—all crinkled smile and quiet chuckles; all whispered words and promises fulfilled; all soft and tender and secure.
it was a love so different, so beautiful, so really it wasn’t surprising at all when your relationship grows, thriving alongside your healing.
(he promised, you know? he promised, as he played with your hand, that he’ll one day put a ring on your finger. your lips wobbled and you told him to stop making loaded promises such as that, but john just turned to you with a soft smile and said, “i look forward to the day we share the same vow, bunny. if you would have me.”
you hiccupped sob and threw your arms over his shoulders, nodding because, “i would. john, i would!”
he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close and sharing warmth with you. you burrowed your head on the crook of his shoulder, breathing him in, letting his presence wash over you.
john, you thought. johnjohnjohn.)
-
simon drives to you the day after he confronted john. he drives to you with all of his messy heart spilling from the ridges of his ribs, beating only one name—yours.
he’s never felt this way before. not with all the pretty people he’s gone out with, or his first love, or even erin. erin who simon once imagined a future with. erin who simon once loved. not even that could triumph over the expanding turmoil that simon’s basking in.
he calls on the intercom of your dorm again, begs your roommate that may you please hear him out, and then he sees you.
god, you’re just as beautiful as he remembers.
“love–”
“what’re you doing here?”
your words are soft, quiet, but simon isn’t fooled. he sees the anger in your eyes, the hurt having festered into resentment. he wonders how apologies could trickle from his lips—where to even begin?
“please,” you say when simon’s silence stretches on. “just tell me whatever you want and then leave.”
“this. this is what i’m here for. the anger in your eyes– it’s just–…” he breathes in sharply. “i saw you and john, you know? and the way you look at him, it’s how i want to be looked at by you, love.” he swallows the lump in his throat. “i didn’t know what i had until i lost you and i’m so envious of him, i am, so please.”
you stare at him with wide eyes even when your face is smooth of any emotion. simon wonders what you must be thinking but he bulldozes through, hoping that you can give him one last chance.
he promises this time, truly, he’ll be better.
“i have no right to say this, i know, but–” he pauses to take a deep breath, his fists balled tightly. “i want to be with you. i want to be your man and i want you to let me.”
a heartbeat passes, and then, “simon, you are a selfish, selfish man.”
your words are barely louder than a whisper but they scratch at simon’s heart. he looks at you, gaze turning desperate when he sees nothing but bubbling fury and disappointment in your own.
“how dare you,” you say. “you tell me that you saw me and john, and then what? instead of letting me go, instead of letting me move on, you come in here and demand that i return to you?”
“love, i–”
“don’t call me that!”
your anger tips over, now spilling out. he watches the way your eyes glisten, tears dripping to stain your cheeks.
“i’m not your anything, si! not anymore!” you take in a ragged rasp of air, choking on your sob. it tugs at simon’s heartstrings and he moves to comfort you but you pull away, sneering at him in your anger. you wipe at your eyes, scrubbing furiously.
“everything about what you’ve said just now, everything, was all about your wants. all about you. just like how it’s always been,” you murmur, the fight leaving you.
you looked small, hunching into yourself, and simon is hit with this feeling; something that lodges itself in his throat.
“lov–… i’m sorry,” he says because he is.
gods he is.
“just go,” you tell him, meeting his eyes for one last time because he knows that this is the end of it all.
you turn away from him then, closing the building door behind you. he watches from behind he glass doors as you disappear into the hallways and stepped into the elevators and, just like that, simon’s lost his chance of making things right.
ANA MY GOD THIS MADE ME FERAL!! i hope u would like this one bb :(( hope i gave ur vision justice
#ana <3#dbf!simon#simon ghost riley x reader#john price x reader#simon ghost riley#john price#ask#suns
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love not at first sight
pairing: sam carpenter x fem!reader
summary: sam witnesses an intruder breaking in through her window at night...
words: 3.790k
warnings: pepper spraying, punching, swearing, bad writing
authors note: i'm sick, i'm sad and i'm sober. so i decided to drag my ass out of writers block and write about my wife
It was a dull Friday night in the Carpenter apartment; Tara out with her friends partying -much to Sam's dissatisfaction-, Quinn over at one of her boy toys apartment definitely having much more fun than Sam, who sat alone in her living room watching a movie with a glass of red wine.
The movie didn't interest Sam at all, to be honest she only really put on the first movie she saw so she wouldn't be alone in silence.
Sam always enjoyed solitude before the hallucinations, she used to love being alone with her thoughts. But ever since she found out that Billy fucking Loomis was her father, she's never been able to truly enjoy her alone time as she used to.
Paranoid at any given moment she'll hear his voice telling her to make her dark thoughts a reality.
As the movie reached its end Sam sighed, finishing off her wine with it.
The gnawing feeling of protectiveness hit her at the thought of Tara out there partying with her friends. Sam really hated Tara constantly going out to parties, the fear of not knowing where Tara is at all times scaring her more than she'd like to admit.
Sam stood up slowly from the couch as she pulled her phone out of her back pocket, unlocking it to send Tara another message.
Sam (8:45pm): If you need me, call me and I'll be there straight away.
Tara (9:21pm): ok
Sam (10:13pm): I'm heading off to bed soon, I've left the door unlocked for you, please don't stay out too late.
Tara (11:38pm): thx
Sam (12:12am): It's getting quite late now, Tara. Please be back before one, I don't like you staying out so late.
Sam stared at the screen for a few minutes in hopes Tara would respond quickly, but it didn't surprise her when she didn't. Shutting her phone off she shoved it back into her jean pocket, heading towards the dark kitchen with her empty glass of wine.
How sad is this, Sam thought sarcastically to herself as she dropped the glass next to the sink, leaning against the counter for a moment.
Just for that moment she heard a sound, it was essentially non audible, but somehow Sam heard it.
Turning around so her back faced the counter Sam slowly opened the drawer and grabbed the one of many pepper sprays, gripping it tightly in her right hand.
The room fell silent.
Sam's eyes peered around the kitchen frantically, desperately trying to figure out where that noise came from.
When suddenly the kitchen window began rolling open slowly, and a few moments later a figure emerged.
The kitchen wasn't lit with any light which didn't allow Sam to see the intruders face, using that to her advantage she creeped towards the person who had no clue Sam was there.
"I'm never touching fucking jäger again." A feminine voice slurred out, wobbling towards the wall, aimlessly looking out for a light switch.
Sam's steps were featherlight as she crept behind her, her eyes cold and dark as the woman's hand found the light switch on the wall.
The lights flickered on causing the woman to groan as she turned away, her body turning to look at Sam.
Before the woman could do anything Sam without hesitation pepper sprayed the woman right in her eyes erupting a loud scream from the woman.
"Who the fuck are you?!" Sam yelled darkly as she stepped back, the screaming woman covering her already crying red eyes.
"Who the fuck are you?!" You yelled back, copying Sam's words but with much more emotion compared to Sam's tone void of one. "My eyes! I think I'm going blind?!" You screeched, Sam rolled her eyes coldly as she threateningly raised her hand up again, holding the pepper spray.
"Why are you in my apartment?" Sam demanded her patience for this drunken stranger running thin.
"My eyes are burning, oh god they're melting off aren't they?" You whined before she coughed aggressively, completely dismissing Sam's question. "Why did you attack me?" You screamed as you dropped your hands from your eyes, revealing your red bloodshot eyes with red puffy skin, tears flowing out of your eyes at a rapid pace.
"Why wouldn't I?" Sam spat out as she lowered her hand back down, although you were a complete stranger she knew she meant no harm and was only a drunken fool.
You scoffed as you glared at Sam, coughing as you covered your hand over your mouth. "Look, I don't care if you're one of Danny's sleeping buddies, I will kick your ass out of my apartment."
Danny?
"Your apartment? This is my apartment you fucking idiot, nobody named Danny even lives here!" You blinked frowned as you opened your mouth to argue, your eyes finally scanning the scenery around you, finally you noticed that this wasn't your apartment.
Your burning eyes widened dramatically as you turned to look at Sam, eyes not even focused on her.
"You're not one of Brackett's bum buddies?" You questioned in a slurring voice. Sam grimaced at the thought as she figured out you somehow knew Danny, her new friend.
"Danny doesn't even live here, lady. He lives in the apartment complex opposite of here." Sam explained through gritted teeth as she pointed towards the window you came from, pointing towards the other apartment building.
"Oh." You mumbled. Sam scoffed as she nodded her head. "Yes, oh."
"Where the fuck am I then?" Sam was about to strangle you, she swears on her dead fathers grave.
"You're in my house, not yours and Danny's, and I'd really appreciate it if you'd fuck off." Sam explained as she stormed off past you, hitting you in the shoulders as she headed towards the door.
You scoffed loudly as you sloppily turned around to peer at where Sam was going. "No need to be rude, Miss Pepper Spray." You said, laughing a little at your own words as if you were the funniest person on earth.
Sam rolled her eyes as she opened the door with force, leaning against the door. "You live with Danny Brackett?" She asked to which you nodded her head, walking towards Sam, almost tripping over yourself in your high heels.
"How do you know, Miss Pepper Spray?" You mumbled as you walked past Sam, leaving the apartment in whole.
Sam felt ever so tempted to slam the door shut and forget about you, but that gnawing feeling of letting you walk alone in the night didn't feel right to Sam. Especially since you were having issues seeing because Sam had pepper sprayed you.
Biting the inside of her cheeks she watched as you wandered to the opposite end of where the stairs were, talking to yourself at how much your eyes hurt.
"Fuck sakes." Sam grumbled before she marched towards you, dragging you back into the apartment.
"Stop moving so fast!" You whined as Sam shut the door, walking towards the dining table still holding your forearm.
Sam ignored you as she forcefully sat you down on one of the wooden chairs, turning her back on you a few seconds later to grab a 'Pepper Spray Antidote' spray from the same draw she got the pepper spray.
A purchase she had made many months ago after Chad peppered sprayed himself in the eyes.
"Am I back home?" You asked as Sam approached you, her eyes still cold as she grabbed at your jaw, making you look up at her.
Your painfully red eyes widened at the hold. "Don't kill my eyes again please!"
Sam rolled her eyes as she showed you the spray. "This will help with the pain." Sam told you, to which you beamed at. She took that as permission as she stepped closer to you, standing between your legs as she stared down at you. Carefully she began spraying a large amount of the liquid into your eyes, her grip on your jaw softening the slightest.
As Sam suddenly noticed the closeness she couldn’t help but notice how utterly gorgeous you are.
Every single feature about you Sam couldn’t help but find attractive. Your hair, your figure, your lips, your small relieved smile and even your eyes, even when slightly swollen and bloodshot she could still admire your beauty.
Was it the wrong time to think that?
Once she sprayed more than enough on both eyes she dropped the spray onto the table. "Better?" Sam asked, you nodded your head slowly as Sam felt you lean into her hand. "Still hurts like a bitch though."
"Can you see better?" She questioned once again; her voice had softened but you couldn't tell the difference.
"Kinda."
"Good enough." She mumbled as she dropped her hand from your jaw. "I'm taking you back to your actual apartment now, lady. So c'mon."
"Lady? That's fancy." You snorted as you wobbly stood up, arms spread out as you tried to balance yourself.
Sam tried not to facepalm at the entire situation, it made it even harder since Sam for some reason made it her duty to look after you.
"Can you walk?" She asked impatiently, her eyes flickering down to your heels. You looked down with Sam, giggling like a child.
"Jesus, I forgot how big these heels are." Sam sighed as she looked around the apartment to see if there were any trainers near. Her eyes landed on her old Nike trainers, those will do, she thought to herself as she went over to grab them.
Picking them up off of the floor she returned to you. "Do you want to walk back home in these?" You nodded your head greedily at that.
"Please, my feet are killing me more than my eyes." You slurred as you dropped back down onto the chair. Slowly, you took off your heels with a relieved moan.
Not wanting to waste more time, Sam simply dropped to her knees and put the shoes on for you.
"Holy shit, I'm like cinderella." You laughed drunkenly as you looked down at Sam with amusement. Sam huffed as she gazed back up at you, an unamused look on her face. "And you're my prince charming, well, my princess charming. Girls do it better anyway."
Amen to that
Sam stood up swiftly as she offered her hand to you, to which you accepted with a lazy smile. "Thank you my princess charming who pepper sprays people."
The corners of Sam's mouth twitched upwards to which she instantly fought the urge to smile.
"Stop calling me that." Sam mumbled as she walked alongside the slightly more sobered up you, taking slow steps.
"But Miss Pepper Spray Princess Charming is such a good name." You argued with a grin as you walked much straighter than beforehand, still swaying from side to side but it had decreased compared to earlier.
Sam rolled her eyes as your high heels dangled from her hands. "Just call me my real name, Sam."
You turned to look at her with hazy eyes as you smiled widely. "Sam." You said slowly, as if you were testing her name. "I'll just call you princess Sam then."
Sam sighed instantly and she regretted telling you her name, more focused on making sure you'll make it home safely Sam stayed silent.
"So, princess Sam, you wanna guess my name?" You asked, breaking the silence that Sam hoped would fill the walk to Danny's apartment.
"No." Sam grunted as she walked in front of you while walking down the stairs, just in case you'd fall on her, Sam breaking your fall.
You rolled your eyes at Sam's boring answer. "No isn't my name. Try again?"
"Can't we walk in silence until we arrive at yours and Danny's apartment?" You shook your head with a goofy grin as Sam held the door open for you, giggling as you walked past her. "Thank you princess charming Sam, and the answer is no. So guess!"
"Jesus Christ." The tall woman muttered under her breath as she walked by your side, her shoulder touching yours. You snorted as you turned to look at her with an amused expression. "I ain't the big J."
"Annoying?" Sam said sarcastically.
"You're really bad at this guessing game you know." You mumbled as you accidentally leaned closer to Sam as you walked.
Sam huffed a dry laugh as she looked around the quiet street before she crossed the road with you.
"And you really know how to be fucking annoying."
"That's kinda of a cunt thing to say rather than charming, princess Sam." You remarked with a giggle.
Sam's jaw tightened as she would've rather went to the party with Tara rather than have to deal with you, a drunken stranger breaking into her house.
"You're just gonna give up on the guessing game?" You teased with a slight slur still audible to your voice.
Sam nodded her head curtly as she opened the double doors to the apartment complex, holding it open for you once again.
"Guess you'll never find out then." You said as you strolled over to the elevator, grinning to yourself as you entered it.
"How sad." She spat out sarcastically. Sam followed as she stood next to you, who's leaning against the wall.
You clicked the button '7' and within a second the doors closed as a soft hum of elevator music filled up the metal box, taking the two of you upwards.
You hummed along with the music, eyes focused on the small digital clock on top of the doors. Sam studied you -who was completely unaware of her peering eyes- with an un described expression.
Had it been anyone else Sam would've thrown them out without a second thought, maybe even gone further than pepper spraying if the person fought back. But she's going all the steps with you, a complete stranger who randomly lives with her friend.
Is she only doing this in case Danny would find out she had kicked out his venerable and stupid roommate at night, or was it something else?
Sam isn't sure herself.
The elevator dinged loudly dragging Sam out of her thoughts, you sighed as you sluggishly walked out of the elevator, Sam following behind you.
You walked over to the apartment door to which Sam quickly wrapped her long slender fingers around your wrist, dragging you towards the correct door she knew Danny Brackett lived in.
"My saviour, princess Sam." You giggled to yourself.
Sam had completely run out of her patience by this moment, her body tired as she had to deal with this drunken stranger.
Banging on the door roughly with her hand in a tight fist, she stayed like that until a pissed off Danny opened the door.
His eyes widened in confusion as he took in the scene of you, still drunk and leaning against Sam and Sam with an unamused expression.
"You're lucky I didn't kill her." She mumbled to him. You grinned as you noticed Danny, throwing your arms up in the air.
"Ignore her Danny, Princess Sam is just grumpy." You told him as you walked past him, turning to look at Sam one final time, grinning like a fool as you waved enthusiastically. "Bye princess charming Sam."
Sam rolled her eyes as she fluttered her eyes away from your figure to Danny's very apparent smirk.
"Princess Sam?" He asked with amusement, Sam shook her head in annoyance. "Don't."
He laughed as he crossed his arms over his chest, glancing back at you tripping into your room before he leaned against the doorframe.
"Did you see her at the club?" He asked to which Sam shook her head, stifling a dry laugh.
"She broke into my apartment thinking it was yours, so I pepper sprayed her." Danny's eyes widened dramatically as she did a double take back to the direction of your room.
"Fuck, I'm so sorry Sam. That couldn't have been nice. Y/n is such a stupid twat when she gets hammered." He apologised with a sympathetic smile. "Thank you for making sure she got home safe though, even though what she did was just stupid."
Y/n, that name suits her, Sam can't help but think.
Sam laughed for the first time that day as she nodded her head in agreement with him. "Very."
He sighed as he rubbed his eyes with his index finger and thumb. "I'm gonna go make sure she doesn't choke on her own puke. Again, sorry about her."
"Goodnight, Danny." Sam said with a crooked smile before she turned to leave, more desperate to get to her bed than before.
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That night it didn’t take long for Sam to fall asleep. Tara was thankfully back in the apartment and fast asleep in her bed before Sam had even arrived back, which granted Sam permission to lock the door.
Sam couldn’t help but think about you as she fell asleep, much to her annoyance. Her mind kept wandering back to you at any given moment.
Why hadn’t she heard Danny mention you before? How much did you have to drink? How the fuck could someone be so breath takingly beautiful even when shitfaced? Did you think of Sam before you fell asleep?
Eventually Sam managed to fall asleep and stayed asleep for the rest of the night until the day. For the first time in a long time, Sam didn’t have a shift the next morning so the woman could have a much needed lay in.
Waking up around eleven Tara had somehow awakened before her, tiredly making her hangover breakfast. Sam grinned as she entered the kitchen to greet her sister, feeling much better than her younger sister.
The two chatted amongst each other as Sam helped Tara cook since she was convinced Tara was the absolute worst cook ever, always burning or undercooking her meals. After the two had made their meals they moved to eat it in the living room, Tara putting on Brooklyn Nine Nine for them to watch.
As they began eating a loud knock was heard at the door, Tara groaned at the loud noise as Sam sighed getting up from the comfy couch. She placed her plate on the coffee table before she walked over to the door, looking through the peephole she was surprised to see you standing there wearing thick black sunglasses and a small backpack.
Sam hesitated for a moment but reluctantly unlocked the door for you, leaning against the doorframe once she opened the door. You gave Sam a nervous smile as your hand went to lay on the back of your neck.
“Hey, Sam.” You croaked out in a much more sober voice compared to the one you had last night. “Did you sleep well?” You added after a few seconds.
Sam shrugged her shoulders as her eyes gazed at your face, a weird feeling tugging at her heartstrings the longer she gazed at your sunglasses, knowing you were hiding your swollen red eyes.
“Slept as well as a robber after a successful break in.” You chuckled as you nodded your head weakly, your hand dropping from your neck. “I guess that wasn’t the best way to meet, was it?”
Sam scoffed loudly. “No it was not.”
You smiled nervously at the woman as Sam noticed a small blush appearing on your cheeks. “I’m really sorry about that, by the way. I drank way too much, and I know that’s not an excuse for my actions, but the alcohol definitely didn’t help me in any way.” You apologised with an awkward laugh.
For some reason Sam found amusement in the entire situation, fighting the urge to smile because of you once again. “Yeah, I heard you mumbling something about never touching jäger again.”
You automatically winced at the words as if they were revolting, this time Sam couldn’t help but let out a dry laugh at the sight. “I’m honestly impressed I can even stand up straight right now. I had like sixteen shots of jäger from a drinking game.” You said as you pointed at your sunglasses. “Which explains why I'm wearing these glasses indoors, I cannot handle light at all right now. Plus I didn’t want to traumatise people with my fucked up eyes.”
“At least the glasses make you look like a bodyguard.” Sam inquired with a small smile tugging at her lips, you laughed as you nodded your head. “Robber by night, con artist by day.” You say grinning.
Sam laughs at the stupid joke, the corner of her eyes crinkling as her lips curl upwards in a larger smiler.
Why the fuck am I laughing so hard, that was a shit joke.
“Anyway, I came here for another reason other than apologising.” You explained as you shrugged off your bag. Sam watched you carefully as you took out Sam’s borrowed pair of shoes, smiling nervously as you passed them back over. “Thanks for letting me borrow these, Princess Charming.”
Sam rolled her eyes as she snatched the shoes from you, biting her inner cheek. “Just call me Sam..”
You shook your head as you smirked, letting out a low laugh as you zipped your bag back closed, throwing it over your shoulders. “But you’re the princess charming to my cinderella.”
“Whatever.” Sam muttered with a small smile.
You sighed as you glanced down the hallway before you looked back at Sam, your mouth opening to say something before you abruptly shut it before any words could be uttered. Pursing your lips you nodded your head at Sam.
“See you around, Sam.”
Sam almost frowned as she noticed you were leaving, instead she gave you a curt nod back. You waited for a second for Sam to say anything but she stayed silent, you smiled at her one final time before you turned to leave.
She watched you leave until you were fully out of her view, only then she sighed before reentering her apartment, holding her shoes as she walked back towards the living room.
“Who was that?” Tara asked, her voice loud taking Sam by surprise, making the woman drop the shoes. “Shit.” Sam grumbled as she bent down to pick them up, as she snatched at the pair she noticed a piece of paper on the floor.
Her brows furrowed together confused as she went to grab it with her free hand. As Sam read the small ripped piece of paper the corners of her lips curled up into a smile.
“i usually make better first impressions, maybe i could show you on a date sometime? :)
xxx-xxx-xxxx
-Y/n”
#sam carpenter x female reader#sam carpenter x reader#sam carpenter x you#sam carpenter x y/n#scream six#danny brackett#tara carpenter#mindy meeks martin#chad meeks martin
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Patience
Pairings: Eren Jaeger x Reader
Summary: It was just a childhood crush, right? If your heart skipped a beat every single time your eyes crossed or if your palms started to sweat with every lingering touch, it was just because of what you used to feel as a kid, right?
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It was just a childhood crush. Nothing else. That’s what you’d heard all your life. And who could really blame you with how close you two had always been? No one. Truly, everyone around you both had expected one of you to grow a crush sooner or later.
You just wish it hadn’t been you. Everything would’ve been easier then. Cause nothing was worst than having a crush on THE Eren Jaeger.
If only he had never smiled your way maybe your heart would’ve been spared.
Tears started gathering in your eyes as you stared at your best friend dancing with another of your close friends. You couldn’t even find it in your heart to be mad. How could you when you knew how sweet and kind Historia was? You couldn’t blame Eren for choosing her, if there was ever really a choice to make.
You try to move your gaze away but all your strength was gone. It was as if your brain was unwilling to hide the truth from your heart, as if it had finally been enough.
A comforting arm settles itself across your shoulders and a body soon finds itself in front of you, shielding you from the heartbreaking scene.
“Don’t look, Y/N” you hear Armin say, he’s the one holding you safe under his arm.
“Let’s go home” says Mikasa, who’s shielding your view.
You can’t find your voice so you just nod weakly. Your best friends seem to understand though, and soon both are guiding you to the doors of your school gymnasium where the homecoming dance is being held.
Honestly, you knew this would happen someday. Eren had never shown any sign of reciprocating your feelings.
It still hurt though.
Armin and Mikasa keep quiet throughout the drive home, both allowing you to feel safe in their silence; neither asking you to voice how you’re feeling at the moment. You’re thankful for them, without them you’re not sure you’d even think about the possibility of mending your broken heart.
“You sure you don’t want us to stay with you tonight?”
You stare at them with a blank gaze, slowly shaking your head.
Mikasa and Armin share a look before nodding in understanding, promising to come check on you tomorrow. Waiting until you’re inside your home before even moving towards their car.
Only once you’re sure you’re safe inside your house and that they have left the driveway is that you allow yourself to crumble.
“Mom” you whimper “Mom! MOM!”
Your body is shaking and your voice is a dead giveaway that something is wrong, which makes your mother wake up alarmed and run downstairs.
The sight she is greeted with is one that breaks her heart in a way not even your father’s death could.
Your knees are wobbling and your whole body is trembling, it’s a miracle she reaches you in time before you fall down, gathering you safely in her arms as you allow yourself to break down for the first time that night.
“Shhh, sweetheart. It’s okay. Whatever happened it’s okay”
You sob, gut wrenching sobs that make your mother want to shed a few tears herself.
You spend the night in your mother’s arms, crying until sleep finally catches up to you. It’s your mother who greets Armin and Mikasa the next day, whispering how you need more time before you’re ready to see them. Both quietly explain the situation to your mom and she promises to let them know as soon as you’re ready to see them.
“Honey”
You hug your blanket tighter around your body.
“It’s gonna be okay, sweetheart” she tries again, hugging you from behind “It was just a crush, it’ll be okay”
“It wasn’t a crush” you choke “Mom, I—I love him. I love him, mom”
Her eyes widen without your knowledge and she curses herself for not seeing it sooner. Of course it wasn’t a crush, at least not anymore.
The way you’d always cling to him since you were kids, the way you’d follow him everywhere, how you always helped him study so that he’d never fall behind, how you were at each of his basketball games screaming at the top of your lungs.
It may have started as a crush but you both had grown up, your feelings had grown too.
She should’ve seen it. You wouldn’t spend a whole night baking his favorite cake for his birthday when you could buy it just for a crush. You wouldn’t leave everything behind just to answer his call just for a crush. You wouldn’t be the first to clean his wounds after another of his stupid fights just for a crush.
You had fallen in love with him. With every part of him. Even the ones he, or anyone around him, was not proud of.
“Oh, honey” she soothes “It’ll be okay. You may not believe me, but you’ll be okay”
She sighs, holding you tighter.
“You’ll fall in love again” she promises “And it’ll be just as great and as painful as this time. But you’ll fall in love again”
“I don’t want this to hurt, mommy” you sob “Why does it have to hurt?”
“Because every feeling that made you go up has to come down sooner or later. Sweetie, the greater the love, the greater the pain. That’s the rule” she sighs “But it’ll be okay. You’re strong, you’ll get through this. You’re just one heartbreak closer to happily ever after, just have a little patience”
The next day, although still hurting, you get out of bed and answer Armin and Mikasa’s texts, asking them to come for a movie night. You ignored Eren’s.
JaegerBomb: Y/N you left homecoming early?? What happened?
JaegerBomb: You probably fell asleep. Text me when you wake up, doofus, got a lot to tell you.
JaegerBomb: Morning, sleeping beauty!!
JaegerBomb: Hey, I’m getting a little worried. U okay?
JaegerBomb; Y/N what’s going on?? Answer your phone.
JaegerBomb: I’m gonna file a missing person’s report!!
You hesitated before locking your phone. You weren’t going to answer. You couldn’t. Not because you were mad at him, you had no reason to be mad. You weren’t answering because you needed to move on. You couldn’t be there every time he texted anymore.
You had to stop being his person, cause you weren’t his.
Armin and Mikasa came to your house as planned and it was honestly what you had needed all that time. Having their shoulders to cry on was enough to mend your broken heart, at least a little. They made you laugh and smile in a way you didn’t think possible to do with the pain you felt.
You sometimes forgot that your life didn’t revolve around Eren. Being so used to always being at his side, to always call him whenever you were upset or happy, you’d sometimes forget that Mikasa and Armin always stood beside you through the path. Never once abandoning you. It was nice to be reminded of how much you still have, with how much your heart felt was losing.
Eren, meanwhile, was confused and worried. Carla, his mom, watched with a curious gaze as he paced back and forth in front of her, trying to argue with her about going to the police cause it wasn’t normal that you weren’t answering him.
“Eren, honey, she could be busy”
“No, mom, she always answers!” He almost screams “This is not normal! What if something happened to her? Mom, we have to go!”
It was truly an interesting sight. Eren who had grown up to hide his feelings behind a blank space was openly expressing his worry. Somehow you were always the one to let her catch a glimpse of her old sweet boy.
Carla sighs, “Can I at least call Y/M/N first? Just before you jump to conclusions?”
Eren grunts but nods. Carla sighs once more before grabbing her phone, dialing your mother’s number. Eren waits anxiously by her side, making her worry he’d run to the door any second with how fidgety he was.
“Hello. Carla?”
“Y/M/N! Hi! How are you?”
“Mom” Eren whines in a whisper, urging her to get to the point.
“Sorry to call, I just wanted to—”
A crash sounds through the phone, making both Jaeger’s jump.
“Y/N! What are you guys doing?” They hear your mom scream.
“Sorry, mom! I got scared and my bowl fell!”
Eren visibly relaxes in his place once your voice sounds through the phone. Carla eyes him with curiosity. He had his hand over his chest as if the relief of you not being in trouble was finally allowing him to breathe.
“Sorry, Carla. Y/N is watching some scary movie with Mikasa and Armin” she laughs “You know them, can never leave them unsupervised”
Eren straightens in his seat. Mikasa and Armin? You were with them?
He stopped listening to the conversation after that. Why weren’t you answering him? Since when did you text them before you texted him? Didn’t you know he’d worry? Even better, why didn’t you invite him? Didn’t you want him there?
That couldn’t be it. You never left his side. You were even more annoying than Mikasa when you were kids, always glued to his side. Although not as protective as the dark haired beauty, your presence was always clinging to his. That hadn’t changed throughout the years. You clung to him every step of the way. Always making sure to be at his side no matter what. Even when your grades were good enough to take higher classes, you stuck by him. Never going too fast, never going too slow; you always stood by him.
And he never pushed you away, not like he did with Mikasa. He never could.
He tries texting you again, thinking that maybe the texts hadn’t gone through. But he knows better. He just doesn’t want to know better.
When the weekend ends, Eren, for the first time ever, gets to school in time. Honestly, he just wanted to be there when you got there, not wanting to miss you by chance.
“Eren!” He hears Historia before she sees her “How was your weekend? I haven’t heard from you since the dance?”
“Huh?” Historia hugs him, but he’s too distracted scanning the hallway for you.
“Thank you so much” she smiles “I had a lot of fun. I was really sad Ymir couldn’t make it, but you help it be a fun night”
“Yeah. No problem”
Historia frowns confused, “You okay?”
“Have you seen Y/N?”
Historia tilts her head, “Yeah, she was by Calculus with Jea—woah! Where are you going?”
He’s out of her sight before she can even finish her sentence. All he could think about was seeing you.
He just didn’t expect to see you with Jean.
He stopped midway. His heart tightens as he sees you laugh happily because of something Jean just said. His fist clenches when he sees the way Jean is smiling at you.
He didn’t like the way Jean was looking at you.
The bell rings and he moves fast, scared to lose you from his sight, as you walk to your class. Imagine his surprise when he goes in to find you sitting with Jean. He frozed for a second. Was he still dreaming? You always sat with him. Always had. What was going on?
“Y/N?”
You look up from your notebook to see Eren looking like kicked puppy in front of you. He looked lost. Which was weird. Never had you ever seen that expression on his face.
Jean, who’s at you side, frowns in bewilderment. He didn’t remember the last time Eren had shown so much emotion.
“Eren” you whisper before smiling faintly “H-hi, I didn’t see you come in”
“What are you doing?”
“What do you mean?”
Your teacher comes in before he can open his mouth again and he soon is obligated to sit behind you with Marco.
His jaw clenches. He didn’t understand. Had he done something wrong? Why were you not sitting with him? Why even though you smiled at him did he feel you so distant? Why did it hurt him so much to see you smiling and whispering with Jean when he knows he is your friend?
He didn’t really pay attention to anything their teacher said, too lost in his own thoughts to even bother caring.
The bell rings and he jumps off his seat, but before he can catch you someone grabs his arm.
“Mikasa” he moves his arm but she doesn’t let him go “Mikasa, let go”
“Leave her alone, Eren”
He looks at her with no expression, though the girl for a second could see how his eyebrow twitched.
“I need to talk to her”
“Her world doesn’t revolve around you” she scoffs “So don’t act like it does”
“What do you mean?”
“Weren’t you just about to go ask her why she didn’t sit with you?” She raises a brow “She doesn’t have to be at your side 24/7”
He hates that she knows him so well. Hates even more that she is right. You don’t owe him anything, you can sit with whoever you want. So why did he felt the need for one?
He jerks his arm off Mikasa’s grip and scoffs. Maybe you just wanted to talk to Jean, things would go back to normal soon enough.
At lunch you didn’t say by him either, you sat in between Sasha and Mikasa. Laughing loudly while sharing your lunch with Braus. He naively waited for you to hand him the chocolate chip cookie you always made for him, yet this time you didn’t.
And it went on for two months.
He couldn’t handle it anymore. 62 days of agony waiting for you to turn to look at him first, just to never do it. 62 days of waiting hours before you text him back. 62 days of seeing you sit with everyone but him. 62 days of wondering if you’ll show up or not at his game. 62 days of being invited to movie nights at your house by Mikasa or Armin, never by you.
He couldn’t bare it anymore and it didn’t take long for his friends to notice. Emotionless and unbothered Eren Jaeger jumping out of his seat every single time you entered the room. Eren Jaeger who cannot stop clenching his fist and moving his leg when you haven’t made an appearance. Eren Jaeger who looks like a lost child every single time you don’t give him his attention.
They honestly grew tired of it.
“You need to talk to him”
You blink, confused, at Armin, “what?”
“It’s been two months, Y/N, and he looks like a kicked puppy. You need to talk to him”
“What am I supposed to say?”
“Just let him know you’re still friends. That you’re not mad at him” he sighs “Things don’t have to go back to how they were, but he deserves to know he did nothing wrong. He can’t stop pouting and, honestly, I feel kinda sorry for him”
You sigh. Armin is right, as always. It wasn’t fair for Eren, who is your best friend, to feel like he has done something wrong when he truly hasn’t. You needed to make things right. You needed to salvage your friendship with him.
That’s why you come to school the next day with a box of the homemade chocolate cupcakes he loves so much.
That’s why you stand in front of your school’s doors waiting for him to arrive.
Your heart clenches with how defeated he looks once he does. And when your eyes find one another, you can physically see the hope and relief that he feels.
“Y/N” he sighs.
“Eren” you smile “I, uh… I wanted to apologize. I know I’ve been a little distant lately and—”
“Why?” He begs “Why have you been distant?”
You open and close your mouth, your finger tightening around the box in your hands. You had to be honest. You had to voice what you had silenced for so long. That way you would be able to move on, that way he’d understand why you needed to keep him at arm’s length.
“I, uh, um… I sa-saw you and His-Historia at the dance” you clear your throat “It wasn’t your fault! I swear I’m not mad and I never was! It’s just—it just hurt… that’s why I needed space. I liked you and it hurt”
You sigh, and extend the box towards him before slightly bowing your head.
“I’m sorry!”
You stay with your head down for a few seconds. He doesn’t move nor answers and it makes you wonder if he is mad you didn’t just tell him sooner, if he thinks you’re immature for not talking to him before so he could understand.
You feel the box being taken from your hands and before you can react you feel him lower his body, making you stand straight. Yet his face still falls on your shoulder. You feel his body relax as soon as it comes in contact with yours, and you feel him breathe in relief once he can feel your lavender scent. You don’t move, you don’t know exactly what to do in that moment. Does this mean he understands? Does it mean he is not mad? Are you both okay?
“I missed you” he whispers “I missed you so much”
“I—I missed you too, Eren”
“Never do that again” he begs softly “Please. Never leave me again”
“I, uh—I won’t”
“It’s you, Y/N” he continues “It’s always been you”
Your heart beats loudly in your chest at the declaration, yet confusion follows.
“But Histo—?”
“Historia was just sad Ymir couldn’t make it to the dance” he explains softly “I went to help her forget about it for a while”
“Oh”
“It’s you, Y/N. Always has been, always will be” he continues “Promise not to give up on me? Please. I just—please, don’t leave me”
You find yourself wrapping your arms around him, and he hides his face on your neck with content and relief.
“I promise”
The next time your friends see you both, you’re no longer clinging to him. Instead, Eren has his arm around your shoulders, holding you close to him. And, for the first time in a long time, he is smiling. That boyish smile they had all missed.
Your mom had been right. It was just one heartbreak before your happily ever after. She just didn’t know it would be the same person who’d mend it.
You just had to have a little patience.
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#1 - Scenario » Dark!Peter Parker
Pairing: Dark Peter Parker x (female) Reader
▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
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WARNINGS: Kidnapping; NONCON.
AN: Just an idea I had.
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When Peter took you, he truly assumed that you would - eventually - come around and warm up to him.
Peter’s not a bad guy, is he? No.
He doesn’t keep you chained. He doesn’t make you starve. He doesn’t force himself on you. He actually lets you walk around the apartment freely. He plans cute date nights with your favorite movies and snacks. He takes care of you.
He. Does. It. All.
Why? Cause he’s 110% sure that you’re meant to be together, he just knows it. And he wants you to be happy. With him.
Peter gets that being taken away from the comfort of your home can be traumatizing and shocking. He’s understanding about that, he really is.
But it’s really hard to stay positive when you seem determined to shatter the sweet happy dreams he imagines for the two of you. He hates to admit it but you can be a little bitch when you want to.
You destroy the gifts that he lovingly offers you. You enjoy trashing your room (and his). You talk nasty things back. You curse at him. You try to hurt him innumerous times.
It really hurts his feelings.
It breaks his heart when you reject his touch. You can barely manage to utter a few words to him, let alone let him touch you. Like you’re repulsed by him.
You abruptly snatch your arm away from him, moving away to another division whenever he tries to cuddle you. At night, the presence of a pillow wall is mandatory as if you can’t even stand the sight of him.
At first, Peter is deeply hurt, although comprehensive of your situation. Time should heal things. But no. They only get worse.
Peter blames himself for that. Your snappy attitude, the mean behavior. It’s all his fault. Tony also agrees with that, assuring him that had he been more strict with you, none of this would happen.
Slowly, Peter starts to believe in that too. He’s always too nice with you, letting you walk away from misbehaving without any punishment. But he doesn’t want to punish you, he only wants your love and appreciation.
Peter just wants to feel the warmth of your body, he’s desperate for a gesture of affection. He needs it.
Finally he snaps. It was bound to happen one day.
You’re in a bad mood that day and so is Peter. You have a fit, throwing plates to the floor and to the walls, screaming like a banshee. Peter is tired of your attitude, he’s tired from a long day at work and coming home to you acting like a crazy bitch doesn’t help.
He’s tired, moody and exhausted.
You barely have time before he’s pouncing over you, a harsh slap making you yelp. Peter is quick in grabbing you by the hair, dragging you to the room, uncaring of the way you try to kick him away.
Enough is enough.
You want to behave like a bitch? Then you’ll be treated as one cause he no longer has patience for you.
Webs tightly bind your limbs to the bed and Peter jumps on you, ripping your clothes and pushing your panties into your mouth, silencing your pleas.
Your eyes glow with tears, but most importantly, with dread and Peter notices that. He smirks at your frightened reaction. Finally you’re giving him some respect - respect that he deserves.
He slides his hand down your arms, your legs, the smooth skin feeling like heaven and he almost drools at that. You quiver and shake under his touch, completely vulnerable and it feels good. To have you at his mercy, unable to do anything.
Peter kisses your wet cheek, promising to take it easy on you, that he won’t hurt you.
He lies.
The bed violently hits the wall, a result of Peter’s rough thrusts. His stamina never waves down, his desire for you fueling the multiple orgasms he’s already had yet wanting for more.
Beneath him, you’re almost passed out, limbs still glued by his webs. You barely cry, too weak and hurt to keep with your whining.
Peter is not being gentle, fucking you hard so it almost seems like he wants to merge into you, he’s finally unleashing all his frustration.
He fucks you over and over again, the loud sound of skin against skin echoing in the room. Dumping sticky loads of his cum inside you, vigorously abusing your sore hole. He’s insatiable tonight, his hunger for you surpassing any compassion or humanity.
He wants you, he needs you.
When he’s finally had enough, that’s when it hits him what he’s done.
You don’t say a word, a broken look in your eyes, dried tears decorating your face.
Of course Peter feels guilty, you look so sad and gloomy but hey, at least now you’re not fighting him. You let him shower you, unable to fight him back after the assault that he’s put you through, you don’t say a single word, only flinching when he touches you.
And when he takes you back to the bed - after changing the huge mess he’s done - you don’t push him away when he wraps himself around you, sniffing your sweet aroma, his heart content to be so close to you.
Maybe what happened is a good thing.
Maybe now you’ll learn to love him, that’s what Peter thinks to himself as he kisses your hair, falling asleep with you in his arms.
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Memorabilia- Colby Brock x Reader
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warnings: fluff, this is also my first fic for Colby so I really hope you guys like it! feedback is always welcome!
summary: Colby comes home from The Conjuring House for the second time and you decide that going down memory lane will give him some peace of mind.
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There was something about fear that had always intrigued you but lately, you’d garnered more and more of it, not for you, but for your boyfriend. He had continued his journeys and adventures to haunted places and you could tell it took a toll on him. He had most recently visited The Conjuring House for the second time. You had reassured him that you would go with him but he told you not to. He said to you that it was best if you stayed home. You didn’t want him or Sam to go and stay there alone. It worried you to death, and honestly, you knew a part of him was worried too.
He had called you when the morning came and you could tell how exhausted he was. It broke your heart that he did that so much, but you knew he loved what he did and worked so hard. You just wanted him to have a break every now and again. You could hear through the phone that the night had not gone very well for either of them and you just couldn’t wait for them to get home. All you wanted was to have him back in your arms and when he finally got home you knew it was going to be a rough few days. It was something he showed no one but you, how truly scared he was.
The sound of the door opening caused you to leap out of your bed and quickly walk down the hall. Your apartment wasn’t the biggest but it was home, and to Colby, it was a truly safe space for him. You could see the bags under his eyes as he looked at you. Your heart broke at the small, tired smile on his face.
“Hey baby,” he said and you immediately engulfed him in a hug. He instantly wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in the crook of your neck. “I missed you, Colby,” you said softly and cradled his head while gently letting your nails scratch his scalp soothingly. His hands were splayed across your back gently pulling you closer to him.
“I missed you too, so much,” he said and slowly pulled away from you. You placed your hands on his cheeks while his stayed on your back. “You seem, tired love,” you said and let your thumb trace soft lines under his eyes. He hummed quietly and closed his eyes. “Just a little,” he admitted. “Why don’t we get you comfortable, and we can lay in bed and watch whatever you want?” you asked. He nodded his head slowly. “Yes please,” he sighed and you leaned up to kiss his cheek. You felt your heart break at the sight of him so exhausted both mentally and physically. It always hurt to see him in a state like that.
You interlaced your hands and tugged him to your bedroom. “Do you want to take a shower?” you asked softly as you sat him on your bed. “I took one before I got here,” he said and you nodded, “Alright, well I have your clothes here for you,” you said and rested them next to him.
“You know, I really did miss you,” he blurted out and you looked at him with a soft gaze.
Stepping in front of him and between his legs, you set your hands on his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head against your stomach. You moved your fingers through his hair.
“I missed you too, so so much love. I miss you every second I don’t see you,” you said and leaned down to kiss his head. You felt him place a kiss on your stomach before pulling away. “I’m glad you weren’t there though,” he said and your brows furrowed a bit. “And why is that?” you asked, still, softly running your fingers through his hair. Sweeping it from across his eyes, so you could fully see those beautiful blues. “It was one of the scariest nights in my life,” he told you and your gaze softened.
“Well, it’s over now and you’re home. You’re safe here,” you told him and smiled softly down at him. You could tell that he still had a bit of tension and so you had an idea.
“Love,” you said and gripped his chin lightly to make him look up at you. “Hmm,” he hummed in acknowledgment. “You put these on and I’ll be right back ok?” you asked and gently swiped your thumb over his bottom lip. You could feel him smile a bit and it made you smile too. “Ok,” he closed his eyes and nodded his head. You leaned down and kissed him softly before moving to walk out of the room. “(y/n), wait,” you heard him say and you turned around. “I love you,” he told you and you smiled brightly at him. “I love you too,” you said before exiting the room.
You heard a soft sigh and shuffling. Your heart ached to see him so worn out, but you knew something that always made him feel better. It was something you didn’t do often but when you did you could always see the gleam in his eyes that made your heart skip. You thought it would be a good idea to go down memory lane for a while.
You went to grab the photo album that was sitting on your coffee table from when you looked at it the other day while he was gone.
You picked it up and smiled knowing all the memories it held. It was such a special thing for you both and you were always adding to it.
You walked back to your room to see the door open and Colby lying on the bed with his face smooshed against your pillow. You chuckled softly, “Colbs, I have something for you,” you said softly and sat on the bed next to him. He opened his eyes and sat up a bit. “What might that be?” he asked. You placed the photo album in front of you and you saw his eyes light up as a smile eased its way onto his lips. “We haven’t looked at this in forever,” he said and picked it up. “Right, and you know what else you haven’t seen?” you asked with a big grin. “What?” he asked with a raised brow.
“I have collected some things over the course of our many years together. And I think it’s time you should see them,” you said and moved to your closet to pull down the box. He looked at you with a big grin and the softest gaze. “You have a box full?” he asked almost in disbelief. “Yup, plus some things scattered around the room,” you chuckled. Glancing at the sticky note on your vanity from a random note he left you.
You sat back down on the bed and set the box between you. “Alright, the album first,” you said and scooted closer to him. You nudged the box aside so that you could curl up next to him. He wrapped his arm around you and pressed a kiss on your head. He opened the book and there on the first page was one of your first pictures together. It was a group photo from a while ago, it was Colby, Sam, Jake, Corey, Kat, and you. “That was forever ago,” he said and sighed. “Yeah, that was when we were awkward around each other and they forced us to stand together. Neither of us knew what to do so we kind of kept a distance and smiled,” you laughed at how awkward the two of you were. “Yeah, you have no idea how nervous I was,” he told you and you looked at him in mock surprise. “Really? I thought you were just weird,” you said and he rolled his eyes. “You were nervous too,” he said and poked your side. You squirmed a bit and he chuckled. “I was actually, I mean standing so close to literally the most handsome guy on earth is pretty nerve-wracking,” you said and looked over at him with a teasing grin. You could see the blush on his face. “Oh shut up,” he said and nudged you. You chuckled. “It’s true!” you defended. He just chuckled and shook his head.
You looked at the other page and laughed out loud, it was you and Sam on your birthday. You could tell that you were tipsy and you were both in the middle of laughing at something. Big smiles were on your faces and tears from laughter were shining in your eyes. You had a birthday crown and made him wear a feather boa.
“I love that one. You took it, remember?” you asked and looked at him. He nodded his head, “I looked at you and knew I needed to remember that moment. My best friend and the girl I’d fallen for. I mean, that’s my favorite picture of you two,” he told you and you smiled up at him. “Well just to let you know, I’d fallen for you too,” you said and leaned up to kiss his cheek. “Oh really?” he asked with a raised brow. “Definitely, I don’t know how anyone could’ve stopped it,” you said and he leaned down to kiss you softly. He pulled back and you rested your head on his shoulder as the pages flipped. The next one was of you two after you had gotten together. You had gone out with friends just to hang out for the night and your feet ended up hurting because of the heels you wore.
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He sat you down on a bar stool and kneeled down to take your shoes off for you. You smiled sleepily at him. He chuckled, “Let’s get you, home babe,” he said and kissed your knee softly before getting back up. “Yeah, we’re gonna head out too, see you guys!” Sam said as you all walked out of the bar. Kat chuckled at how sleepy you looked, and how adorable it was that Colby was holding your shoes for you.
“C’mere,” Colby stopped for a second before scooping you up into his arms to carry you the short walk to the car. Kat quickly reached for her phone and took a picture making sure to send it to you. You fell asleep with your arms around his neck and your head resting on his shoulder.
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“That was a really good night,” you said and chuckled at the memory. “I swear you were about to fall asleep standing up,” he said and you both laughed. “I did fall asleep when you picked me up though,” you said and he held you tighter. “Yeah, you did. I promised myself that you would always trust me to carry you home,” he said and you smiled up at him softly. “I trust you more than I trust anyone,” you told him and he swore his heart melted.
He took a glance at the box by your feet, and you noticed. “You wanna see the box now?” you asked. He nodded excitedly. “Yeah, I really do,” he said and you chuckled.
You grabbed the box and set it down in front of you both. Opening it you smiled when you saw the ticket from the first movie he took you to see. You had so many memories just sitting there in one space that it was almost overwhelming. In the best way possible.
“You have the movie ticket?” he asked in surprise. “Of course, I do. That was our first date,” you said and picked it up. You handed it to him and he held it like it was one touch away from disintegrating. He quickly set it down when he noticed a flower petal, “What’s this one from?” he asked. “Remember that night I called you crying about my dog passing away a few years ago?” you asked. He nodded his head, “Yeah, I remember that,” he said. “You came over as fast as you could. You brought me flowers to cheer me up,” you said and smiled fondly at the memory. “I tried so hard to find the best ones,” he recalled. “Well you did, and now I have that memory forever,” you said and pressed a kiss to his shoulder.
“This one is my favorite,” you said before picking up a tube of lipgloss. He looked at you in confusion. “Do you know what this is?” you asked with a big grin. “Lipgloss?” he asked and you laughed. “It is lipgloss. It’s the same one I was wearing when you kissed me for the first time,” you told him. His eyes softened as he looked over at you. You had kept it all these years, you had kept so many things over the course of your relationship and it just warmed his heart that you loved him so much that you didn’t want to forget a thing.
“C’mere,” he said and took the lipgloss and put it back in the box. You looked at him in confusion, “is everything ok?” you asked as you closed the box and set it on your nightstand. “Of course, everything is fine. Just c’mere,” he said and tugged your arm. You moved closer to him and he grabbed you gently placing you on his lap. You smiled softly at the look in his eyes. They were bright and so gentle.
“I can’t believe you keep those things,” he said and ran his hands up and down your back. “Of course I do, everything, even if it’s small it’s a memory with you and I want a piece of that memory forever,” you said in sincerity. Placing your hands on his cheeks you let your thumbs sweep under his eyes. His eyes were shiny and glossed over with a layer of unshed tears. You smiled sadly at him.
“Why are you gonna cry my love?” you asked as he shut his eyes tightly. Tears streaked down his cheeks, the droplets hung from his lashes when he opened his eyes. “ I guess I just didn’t know that a movie ticket could mean so much. Seeing all these things makes everything come flooding back. It makes it all so vivid. It made me realize how much I want to make memories with you forever,” he told you and you smiled softly.
“Well then, now you know, and starting right now I promise, that we’ll make memories forever no matter how small, and I’ll keep them all not just in my heart, but right in there,” you said and pointed at the box. He wrapped his arms around you tightly and you nuzzled as close as you could. “I love you (y/n),” he said and kissed your head. “I love you too Colby,” you said and pulled away slightly so you could place a proper kiss on his lips. Your arms were around his neck and his hands were placed on your face, gently holding you in place. His hands were warm and his lips soft as ever. If there was one way he showed his love to you it was through his kisses. It was one thing you couldn’t live without and you were sure you’d never have to go without them.
He pulled away and sighed. “I hope you know that most of the memories we make for the next few weeks will be here, right here, just you and me for as long as time will let me have you to myself,” he said and you giggled softly. “I don’t know if you remember this, but you have a home too you know? Plus, you have editing to do, so we can’t always be here,” you teasingly pointed out. He sighed heavily and rested his head on your shoulder. “I don’t care, these next few weeks it’ll be me and you. I don’t care what we do or where we are. Just me and you,” he told you and you smiled tenderly at his words. “Just me and you,”
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Yan!Targaryen Men (Jacaerys, Daemon Blackfyre, Maegor, Aegon II, Viserys III) with servant!Darling
Note- Originally there were meant to be more characters, but I couldn’t think of any other ideas for them and I didn’t want to risk being repetitive. Also I really hope this doesn’t get reported either
Tags: EXPLICIT/SMUT, Coercion, Power dynamics, Implied noncon, abuse of power, forced marriage/relationship, semi-delusions, forced feeding, mentions of vomiting
Jacaerys
At the table where you are pouring wine for one of the lords. You felt a pair of eyes watching. Looking to see it’s the prince. Almost in awe, you see his brows rise and eyes widen. But it’s cut short when the lord shouts at you for overspilling the wine. You mutter your apologies all the while scrubbing the mess you caused. Feeling further flustered when the prince comes to your defense.
He yearned for you. It was wrong, even dangerous and scandalous for the two of you. Still, you see him making his way through the crowd, through the halls searching for you. And when he’s finally face to face with you, there’s the awkwardness in not knowing what to say. It was almost endearing, in a way.
Still, no matter how many times you try to push him away, Jace persisted. And not being able to truly deny him, you found yourself indulging in some of his desires. Keeping him in your company in which you hoped remained nothing more than a friendship. But it grew ever more difficult in seeing how he gazes upon you and the glares those close to you receive.
Though there came a night right before the sunset where Jace brought you to the dragon pit. In what you assumed was to be an introduction to the dragon is followed by a hand guiding you on top of the said dragon. With the wind blowing in your face and the sunset view ahead, your nerves fade. Looking back, you see Jace's face inches from yours. He closes the distance, and you find yourself melting under his touch.
Subtlety was not one of Jace's strongest traits. At feasts, dinners, meetings, his eyes hardly left yours. He left lingering touches such as when you come to pour his wine or when you pass him by the halls. Times, there are kisses exchanged in dark corners, one where you must pull away before praying eyes find you both.
At his chambers, where only the night sky is your witness. Your bodies are tangled underneath the sheets. You whimper as his cock slowly fills you up. It being your first time made you feel as if he was splitting you open. Clutching him close and tight, as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. With every slow thrust, you adjust to his size. Moans slipping from your lips as the pleasure begins to numb your senses.
In one of those nights. Marry me. Was uttered to your lips. There was a glimpse of confusion, but it was quickly overshadowed by the overwhelming pleasure. With his cock disappearing into your cunt. The sounds of skin slapping echoing as you bounce on him. Jace’s mouth moves to your chest, tongue making contact with the hard nubs. And then you hear the same words uttered once more.
But as you stand in front of the septon. Your mind starts to race. There’s a look of panic in your eyes. Still, Jace ever so gently cups your cheek, saying his vows, even yours when the words cannot escape you. Holding hands with you, he walks you to his chambers or what he considers ‘ours’. And as the two of you consummate your wedding night, you only fear what his family would think.
Daemon Blackfyre
The first time he caught sight of you was when he was twelve. Participating in a squire’s tourney to which he won. Watching as the king bestows the steel sword on him. Only to have the crowd watch you as the just knighted Daemon places the crown of roses in your lap. In spite of being a bastard, Daemon's blood is still one of royalty. So imagine the shock when some commoner is crowned as the queen of love and beauty.
To make matters worse, you were a servant. Throughout your wanderings and tasks at the red keep, you rarely passed Daemon. But ever since the tourney, you try to conceal your surprise when seeing him stand in front of you. Simply nodding in greeting before rushing to leave his sight. Though over the years, you have grown accustomed to his presence.
It was known that he was possessive of you. His mother and him were the only ones you served under. You were safe and well-protected. It didn’t matter to Daemon if it was a commoner, a knight or even a lord that tried to harm or seduce you. You were his. In Daemon’s eyes, you have already been claimed. Even when his gestures seemed helpful and sincere, you knew there will come a day where he’ll expect a favor in return. One quite so intimate.
Daemon’s violet eyes often stare into yours. His gaze alone tells you of his interest, so piercing, as if he can see into your soul. It leaves you feeling so vulnerable. Still, you found yourself returning his gaze. His face etched with an amused smile in response. Struggling to keep your heart at bay as it pounds so mercilessly.
What starts as a hint of your intentions to one another becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. Flusteredness is felt, but not so much of shock. Back pressed to the wall. At times, you envied his charmness, his way of luring you into his arms, into having your lips meet. And most of all, into luring you into his chambers. Like a sailor following the sirens into the deep sea, only to drown and never be seen again.
He saw it within his right to take your maidenhood. In claiming you that day, he came to claim your body and soul as well. In his chambers, the charmingness never left him. Those lips to which you feel trailing your skin. Whisper all sorts of confessions and praises. Further sinking you in his grasp.
Seeing you in the halls, a smirk curls on his face, his hand briefly roaming your body as he did, all to remind you of the nights you spent together. Daemon proves that the blood of the dragon courses through him in his passion and aggression. With his desire to have you anywhere he can. Grown addicted to the way his cock slides in and out of you, the way you clench around him, the taste of you on his tongue.
Daemon wanted to refuse his father’s arrangement to the Tyrosh. He desired you. Your place was on his side, as his wife. Daemon didn’t need the king’s promise for him to have a second wife. And when he was legitimized, fighting for his claim to the throne. Daemon declares that any man who speaks against you, makes a mention of your status and the children he hopes to share with you. They will face far worse than a tongue cut out.
Maegor
Keep your head down and do your duty. Was all you’re told when arriving at the castle and you did just that. The man you’re serving truly lived up to his reputation. Unleashing such a wave of violence rarely ever seen. As a matter of fact, the building you stand in saw no builders considering he killed every one of them. You were right to fear him, right to avoid him at all costs. But fate seemed to have other plans.
You hated the feeling of being watched. But it wasn’t as if you could do anything about it. You felt it when you would remove the sheets from the bed, when you’d start his bath, when you would pour him his wine. There was a time where you dared to look, met with a pair of violet eyes.
At first, you also served his wives. They paid no mind to your presence, as expected. But soon enough, you could feel their eyes watch your every move. There were all sorts of expressions on each of their faces. But it was Tyanna’s that filled you with fear. You didn’t know whether to feel relief when informed you are only to serve the king from now on.
Deep down, you knew that the king, Maegor, had anything but good intentions for you. That not only he formed an interest in you, but in that he desired you. And when Maegor is driven by his desires, it wasn’t good for anyone involved. What you wanted to know is when he will fulfill these said desires.
Day by day, your duties dwindled to the point where you had nothing to do. Only when you are given your own chambers, do you realize what is truly happening. Wide eyes staring at the man that invites himself in-Maegor. Your hair stood on end as he towers over you—not in just height, but in his intimidating presence. Taken aback when his hands carefully undo your dress, allowing it to drop and gather around your legs.
There was hardly any prepping. But even if it was given, there's no way you can fully adjust to the sheer size of him. His fat cock stretching your hole with each thrust. His thrusts are hard and deep.It renders your mind to go fully numb and vision hazy as you cry out. The blunt head of his cock bruises your cervix, and you can feel the pressure of his broad hand on your tummy bulge.
He never wastes his seed. Squeezing your legs around his waist so his cock can fill you to the brim. The angle allows him to pound your sweet spot with ease. The sound of his hips snapping against your skin echoes throughout the dimly lit chambers. And when he reaches his high, dumping his hot load against your cervix.
Maegor has shown again and again he has no care for what others think of him. He’s the dragon. His word is the law. The faith, the court, they can try but none will stop him from taking you as his wife. And when he finally presents an heir, there’s no care if his mother was a commoner. They had the blood of the dragon coursing through their veins. That’s all that matters.
Aegon II
Your first day already filled you with fear. As the rumors didn’t only reach your ears, but they were told to you. The prince being known to pinch or fondle any serving who strays within his reach. Already you felt his eyes on you, but dared to never look at him. Fearing that even a glance will spur him on. There was a relief in only seeing him during dinners and feasts. Until Dyana had to leave.
No other servant wanted the task of cleaning his chambers. It was only morning you had to see him. The rest of your duties were done in his absence. They assured you. Still, nothing eased your nerves. All it took was one moment alone with the prince. It wasn’t necessarily what he would do to you that scared you. It was the aftermath. There was nowhere else for you to go, no other place to call home.
True to their word, you only saw him in the mornings. Being as sneaky as possible and leaving safely every time. But in the end, you caught his attention. Normally, you would always clean the bath and leave just before his arrival, but on that particular day, the prince shows up a little early. The worst part of it all was your dress being tucked up to your knees to prevent getting wet. Heart hammering as soon as you saw his gaze on your bare legs. Your saving grace was the knight that entered his chambers and informed the prince he was needed.
For most of his life, Aegon has always gotten what he wanted, and he wanted you. And who could stop him? The knights who are meant to protect the innocent. The queen who was meant to care for the common alike. You had no titles, no lands, no castle. Your name had no value-you were of no value. So you didn’t fight the lips pressed roughly against yours. Didn’t resist when feeling the hands roam your body.
This was a means of survival. They are to send you away the next morning, and what will be of you? So you allowed yourself to give into the pleasure. To forget the shame of it all. Aegon went still in your arms when you pulled him close to you, almost wrapping him in an intimate hug. Your fingers caressing his cheeks or stroking his silver hair. Even daring to smile at him, all while letting a tear slip down your cheek.
To your relief, you weren’t sent away. But instead, your place was on his side. You did everything Aegon wanted. You kissed him where he wanted. You fucked him where he wanted. What once was your days spent running errands, is now waiting in his chambers for hours. Ending the night with your legs shaking, whines and moans shared between the two of you-having you spasming around his cock.
Rarely did you leave his chambers, but if you would. The jewelry that shined under the moonlight will catch the eyes of many. The dresses you adorned resembled the ones his sister wore, to replace the ‘filth’ -as according to him. But hardly did you wear them, the golden fabric on the floor as you lay bare in his bed.
One day, Aegon asked if you loved him. A simple question, yet one that causes so much hesitancy and fear. You told him you did. And when the day came where you dressed him in his ‘king’s attire’ right before his coronation. To ease his nerves, he had you caged against the wall, pressing your slit with the tip of his cock, before pushing past your folds. Swallowing his ‘fantasy’ as he spoke on how he would take you as his wife-make you his queen.
Viserys III
The second you stepped into your position, you were warned by the other servants of the man you will serve. To address him as you would do to a king. To treat him with the utmost respect and admiration. Anything less is an insult. Every word, every step, every task was done ever so carefully to avoid his wrath.
Unfortunately, you are not free from his acts of cruelty. As your behavior was believed to be deserving of such treatment. And what was your act of crime? Plopping a fruit in your mouth. You were unaware of his presence, and he was already done with the food, meant to be taken to the kitchen. Still, it did nothing to subdue his rage, to punish you for ‘stealing’ from him.
What you thought would leave you being scarred or worse sent to your death. Is instead experiencing something far more humiliating. Forced to eat every single thing on the table, tears streaming down your face as your stomach aches. Your pleadings fell to deaf ears and when you could no longer eat, the food was forced down your throat. Only for you to puke it all out. The voice of Viserys is heard as he demands you to clean up your mess.
The incident has been held over your head ever since. At every chance, you are reminded of what could have been your demise. You can see his sister’s pity, but she fears to utter a word. Then again, she had hardly been his target of wrath. That honor went to you. Becoming his plaything was what you believed to be a fate worse than death.
Late at night as you run his bath, Viserys asks, no, demands for you to join him. And he doesn't give you a chance to speak before you feel the water seeping into your dress. A pair of hands holding your waist with your hands on his shoulder to support yourself. You gasp when you felt it. Something firm between your inner thighs. Yet you do not muster the willpower to fight it.
With Viserys, you are constantly reminded of your status. How you’re beneath him. There’s the lingering threat that at any moment, he’ll be rid of you. That he has no need for you. Yet almost every other night is spent in his chambers.
Him pounding in and out of you mercilessly. Hips roughly pressing against yours. Watching your face contort to pleasure and the tears coat your eyes. The pad of his thumb presses against your lower lip when you bite it to hold on to the moans. Grunts and groans seeping out of his mouth on how your cunt belongs to him and only him.
There’s him also pulling you on top of him, having you ride him as your life depends on it. Lower back gripped as he guides your hips up and down. It’s when you come from your high does he whisper of your shared future. When he will one day claim the iron throne. You pretend to close your eyes. But in that moment there and then, you realize he does indeed have a need for you.
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