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jellipuff · 11 days

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Angels wrapped in bows.

Pairing: Mingyu x reader

Genre: Smut (18+, Minors dni!).

WC: 2.5k

Summary: Being apart from Mingyu is always a challenge. No matter if for one minute or one week, you always find it challenging for many reasons and you know he feels the same. Yet who knew your pretty prince could get too greedy? Could crave you so deeply?

Warnings: Sub!mingyu, Bottom!mingyu, Dom!reader, Gender-neutral reader (let me know if it's not!), The term cock/strap is used in regards to reader, Gyu calls reader Daddy, Mingyu wants to get pregnant & reader gives mingyu anything he wants, (There is no real pregnancy just the situation being arousing for them both), Breeding kink, Dirty talking, Mingyu gets cockdumb easily, Lots of cum talk, There’s a little cream🥧 scene at the end (Sorry, kinda not & it’s short dw!), Pet names: Mingyu (Angel, Prince, Baby.), Reader (daddy.), Mingyu in a pretty pink nightgown during this. <3 (I think that's it!)

Inspired by this ask!

A/n: Hi guys! I haven’t written in so long so I hope this isn’t too bad! ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)⁭ Since I haven't written in forever I'm trying to get back into the groove of it all so please be gentle with me LOL. Btw this might be a lil freaky for some hehe but I hope you like it! Also, don't like, don't read‼️ No need to burn me at the stake friend. Feedback is appreciated :)

Being away from mingyu is something you'll always consider a challenge. Whether it be he's simply in the kitchen while you are in bed or it is you on a week-long business trip with your phone being your saving grace. No matter the situation the feeling is always the same; you crave mingyu in every sense of the word.

This week's business trip has finally ended and you couldn't be more relieved. You hate being surrounded by so many people especially those who can't even return a nod your way. You can't say you blame them, with the constant meetings, elders feeling the need to raise either voice and business being the only thing talked about. It would take a toll on anyone, especially when it reoccurs for a week.

Although boring and uneventful you can't help but feel grateful at being kept busy. The whole time you were gone Mingyu mostly stayed at home by himself. He explained that he can't go out with his friends every day. (you told him you'd want to hang out with him every day, cutie got shy at that.)

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The sight of your front door makes you want to jump for joy. Behind there is a soft bed, a warm shower, and a pretty prince. With it being so late you enter the house quietly, sticking your suitcase to the side, and putting your shoes together neatly. The last time you kicked your shoes off without care you got an earful. Who knew for mingyu to use his size against you all you had to do was be a brat about tidiness?

You open your bedroom door quietly, careful not to wake mingyu if he's already asleep but to your surprise the lamps are on. Though that’s the last thing on your mind when you see him.

Your prince who you haven't seen in a week stands by one of the walls hanging up new fairy lights while wearing one of his dainty nightgowns. Not just any one though, your favorite one. Pretty pink gown with lace detailing, tiny bows at the hem, and one in the middle of his chest. The lighting from the fairy lights overhead cast him in a glow, making you feel like you had truly walked into heaven.

Walking up to him, you wrap your arms around his waist squeezing him tightly. You kiss his forehead with a hum, satisfied at having him in your arms again. He flinches at the contact, his surprised expression making you snicker. “You scared me!” he says, turning around to face you. His expression is cute though you know he's trying to appear angry.

“You need to be more aware baby, what if I was someone dangerous?” you state amused at his reaction; moving down to nip at where his neck meets his shoulder. You feel him relax at the feeling, already giving into you at such a small action. “You are someone dangerous.” he counters, turning back to the wall. You admire the view because how couldn't you?

His broad shoulders, and toned back accompanied by his thick thighs is such an art that you'd be crazy to do anything less than admire. His cute ass that peeks from beneath the hem of his gown makes you drop to your knees to seek more. Slipping your hands underneath his gown to squeeze the plump cheeks.

It's so cute how Mingyu’s ass fits him, so biteable and soft. The chocked sound he makes at your teeth sinking into his skin tenderly makes you apply more pressure. You want your mark there, a sign to him and yourself that he is yours.

Mingyu winces at the feeling, the pain is one he doesn't mind. He knows you’ve missed him, in too many ways to count. He doesn't move even at the sting because if there is one thing Mingyu loves, it's being useful for you. A selfish reason lies within that as well, your angel loves being used by you.

Mingyu loves pleasing, a part of him relishes at not needing to think when you're around. Mingyu loves letting you do whatever you wish because it makes him happy. There's also the other side of the coin that makes him dizzy and that's letting Daddy fuck him wherever and whenever they want.

“Need it, Daddy, s’much” Mingyu whines after what feels like hours of your torment. You’ve been touching him all over, your mouth traveling every inch of him, getting him so close with so little just to stop soon after. He missed you a lot and needs to feel you inside right now!

Throughout the days you were gone all he could think about was: What would you do to him today if you were here? How would you kiss him Thursday morning while he made you both breakfast in the pink sweater you bought too big for him?

He even thought silly thoughts like: What if you cum in him so deep that he got pregnant?

Mingyu didn't think it was silly afterward with the way the thought made his mind hazy and hole feel too empty. He knows it won't happen, He is not even sure he’d want it to but the thought makes his face hot, and knowing you? You could convince him it would happen.

Could convince him that if rocked his hips harder it'd work faster, that if he clenched hard enough around you, you'd be milked dry and he'd be so full. He’d listen, he’d listen and be the best prince cause only Daddy uses his hole, so only you know what's best.

He melts into your hold as you finally enter him. The stretch adds a pleasurable pain sedating his burning lust yet he still feels too hot. You bite the shell of his ear before leaving a soft kiss behind it. Taking his hips in your hands as you guide him over your cock. Filthy words leave your mouth, the slight degradation in them said so lovingly that Mingyu considers it praise.

He's such a slut for cock? Yes, yours makes him pathetic.

He’s so sensitive he could probably cum with just kisses? Yes, because your lips tease and suck all over, making him yearn.

He's your pretty fucktoy? Of course he is, he's Daddy's pretty toy wrapped up in lace and bows. Daddy’s prettiest present to kiss, bend over and make cry whenever they want.

Your pace quickens, the sound of skin hitting skin egging you both on. The fairy lights above continue to make him glow, casting a halo on his head. Proving that he is Daddy's little angel.

“Daddy so good..” he groans out; ending his sentence with a small squeak as you seem to reach places he’s only tried to this past week. “Yeah? My poor prince must have been so lonely.” you sympathize. Pulling your hips back slowly you lean to kiss his shoulder blade. “So empty.” you insinuate with a strong thrust.

Mingyu cries out at the feeling, the power in your movements making him try to grab at something only to fall short at the flat wall in front of him. “Need it s’bad.” he mewls out. The thought that occurred to him while you were away the only thing currently in his mind. “Need what baby?” you ask fondly. He doesn't respond instead he moves one of his hands from the wall to intertwine with where yours lays on his stomach.

He moves his hips in a circular motion, turning to look back at you. He’s pouting as if you're supposed to know what he needs. You usually do but mingyu thinks you might not know what it is he really wants right now.

“Been thinkin' about it while you were gone.” he says but doesn't answer you. He rotates his hips in the opposite direction, whining at the feeling. The pretty pink gown swaying with the motion causes you to groan. You lower your free hand to Mingyu’s ass before giving a spank to the left cheek. “Spit it out angel.” you snap, feeling impatient.

You lean back to stand straight and he follows; laying his head on your shoulder. His body is bent erotically the arch of his back causes his chest to push out. You catch sight of his nipples under the slightly sheer fabric, you wish you could touch him everywhere at once.

He wraps his arm around the side of your neck to secure himself. He looks at your lips before licking them lightly. His gaze travels up to lock on your eyes, there's a seductive flutter to them, one that makes Mingyu's eyelashes feel like a trap and his irises capture you.

“You cum in me so deep and it's always really good.” he whispers to you. His eyes never leave yours as he speaks, drawing you in more than he already has you. “Feels so good you'd let me fuck you anywhere, anytime?” you press, voice low as you rut your hips up lightly making Mingyu’s eyebrows furrow in bliss.

“Feels so good I'd let you get me pregnant Daddy.” he corrects quietly. His words fill you with fervor, images of mingyu walking around the house in more pretty nightgowns while being bred by you. His hole leaking and messy with your cum as he makes breakfast, feeling content as his body glows. No matter how unrealistic it is, your hunger for him is real.

He grins before giving you a feather of a kiss when he sees the light in your eyes dim, now sharing the need with him. You fuck into him faster, his moans suffocating as it hits the wall in front of you. It's suffocating in the way they sound so pretty, in the way it motivates you to keep going, to pull more out of him until his throat is sore.

Mingyu’s cock bounces between his legs, pretty cock shiny with arousal and frustration. You pull back to grip his hips harder, fuck into him just a little bit harsher until he’s crying. “Daddy, w–wait, t’much!” he sobs out. You slow, beginning to kiss up his jaw, his cheek, and a gentle one on his forehead.

You move a hand to splay on his stomach as you fuck up into him with slow but deep thrust. Making sure he feels every inch of you glide in and out of his walls. You’re making sure to hit his prostate with intention causing your poor prince to grip your wrist. “Pretty body is so big and strong, it already has all of me but it wants more?” you taunt and he only whimpers, pushing his hips back for more.

Each time you drag your cock out he can't help but whine, even though he knows you'll always give him more, as every time you reenter he gasps. “It wants more of me so much that your hole won't stop pulling me back in.” He can’t reply, your thrust knocking all words and air from him and it's so good. He doesn't have to think right now, doesn't even think he could with all that's clouding his mind is the feeling of you inside.

“Gonna make you even prettier in this gown angel, gonna make you take so well.” you growl. Turning his head to face you, you capture his lips. The kiss is a contrast to your bodies. It's hungry yet soft. So full of care that Mingyu almost misses the way you bite his lip with a grunt, seeming to be caught up in the idea of his body being not only full of your love but also full of you.

And all Mingyu can do is let out pleas. His body finally got what it wanted yet he still begs. “Daddy’s gonna get me pregnant?” he questions, so far gone in his pleasure and you're no better. “You want it baby?” you moan into his ear. “Yes! Yes…” he cries, head nodding along to his words. “Then daddy will give you it angel.”

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You don't know how much time passes by as you both stay in this lustful haze. You came more than once and immediately stopped counting. His hole exposes that fact erotically. Cream around your strap and his pretty hole. The sight alone makes you want to cum again.

“Daddy it's getting messy, t’much cummin out.” He whines. You'd almost think he's complaining if you didn't know how much he loves it like this; with his head empty and his hole dripping. Angel doesn't even notice his lisp being more apparent. He's so cute, so perfect, so big that you’d be crazy not to stuff his hole until it takes. (Though the thought of pulling out just to see him tear up and babble about putting it back in appeases you.)

“Thought you wanted my cum, pretty prince?” you remind as you guide you both to the bed. Laying him on his back. You lift his legs over your shoulders; moving down to kiss both his nipples lightly. “I do s’much. imagine all of it in here, Daddy, please.” he snivels as he looks down at his stomach before meeting your gaze. His eyes are shiny and his hair is tousled as it sprawls over the pillow. Your pretty prince is the real danger here, despite his claims of it being you.

You bite back a moan at his words. Holding his hip tight letting your fingers push into the little bit of plush there. Everything feels too much, too little, so good. You almost don't want to cum again, wanting to stay here like this with him forever. Yet you feel the familiar tingle in your skin and your brain fuzzes as pleasure overtakes you once more. Your orgasm is strong even after the previous ones.

Mingyu reaches down to his cock, finally giving it attention. It only takes three strokes and a weak thrust of your hips for him to shake with a yelp. His orgasm making his breath quicken and his legs tighten around you.

You both catch your breath before you pull out and Mingyu decides to be a brat as he immediately pulls his legs back to show you all of him. His puffy hole clenches causing cum to squeeze out. God, why is he such a blessing and a curse in the best way possible?

“S’much inside Daddy, look how much is coming out” he slurs softly. He stares at you as he pushes more out and you moan quietly at the sight. He giggles at his effect on you, the power he has to make you feral is something he takes pride in. You avert your eyes from where you both connected to look back at him.

“What do you say baby?” you inquire. Kissing his ankle softly before letting go. He closes his legs making the pink gown fall to lay at his thick thighs.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

P.s: guys this might be the last pure smut for a little minute as i have a few full fic ideas I'm finally starting to plan and work on! horny writer user @/jellipuff is not out of commission guys, she's just finally going to try, write & finish her fics instead of 1.0k+ smuts. 😞

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zegrasdrysdale · 2 months

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im having a feeling that you don’t write much for this player (because he’s so underrated)

but im desperate for luca fantilli smut

like chain swinging, bruise inducing, dirty, “rough” sex.

maybe it’s ovulation- maybe it’s just me ?

idc i just need him to call me his, claim the fuck out of me 🤝

[ pent up ] l. fantilli

pairing : Luca Fantilli x fem!reader

summary : after a rough loss, Luca needs to let out some steam

warning(s) : smut ! kinda rough sex, p in v protected sex, oral (m receiving), possessiveness, pet names during sex

author’s note : i also need him to claim the fuck out of me tbh. anon you were so real for that

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She sat in her dorm room on campus with her laptop open and homework in front of her as she watched the Michigan boys lose their third game in a row. The horn sounded and she watched all of them basically sulk off the ice. Captain Jacob Truscott sat on the bench for an extra minute as his teammates make their way into the locker room.

It's not like they didn't play a good game tonight. They played well defensively without taking too many penalties, but puck luck was not in their favor as they lost 3 to 1 to Penn State. Several shots rung off the post and she wishes every single time that posts weren't a thing.

(Y/N) pretty sure she almost broke her desk chair every time a puck hit the post. She's surprised that she actually didn't end up breaking her chair. She did break multiple pencils in frustration.

A text comes through about forty minutes after the game ends.

luca ♡ - 10:38 pm can i come to your dorm when i drop my stuff off ? wanna see you

She doesn't say no. She can never say no to Luca Fantilli. He has this thing about him that makes it impossible for her to say no to her boyfriend.

It’s nights like tonight where she’s glad she lives in an on-campus suite with her best friend from home. Luca can come and go as he pleases without disturbing her friend since it’s just the two of them in an apartment-like suite. If he’s not at the hockey house then he’s here with his girlfriend.

She sends her friend a text to let her know that Luca is coming over. Her friend sends her back a ‘🚫👶🏼’ in reply.

Less than a half hour later, there’s a knock on the door of the suite. (Y/N) goes and answers it since she knows it’s Luca. Plus, her room is closest to the door. She’s always answering it.

When she swings the door open, a worn out Luca stands on the other side. He’s in his game day suit and Michigan beanie. He looks exhausted, yet he looks like he needs to let out some frustration at the same time.

“Hi, my love,” she softly says. “I watched the game. You guys should’ve had that.”

Luca just nods and walks past her into her bedroom.

He is definitely not happy with how that game went. He should’ve had a hat trick at least with his half a dozen shots on goal. Either the Penn State goalie had him beat or the post did.

It wasn’t an easy night for any of them. Luca takes loses like this personally.

She shuts the door and follows him into her room. She kicks the door shut behind her and Luca throws his beanie at the wall in frustration.

“It’s games like this where I wish I didn’t play this sport,” he confesses. “Half the time it’s fucking puck luck and the other half of the time it’s skill. It truly pisses me off sometimes. It’s so frustrating.”

Immediately, she’s walking up to him and sitting him on her bed. He looks up at her as she says, “Hockey is just a stupid sport. You get frustrated because you love it. You hate to love it. I understand.”

Luca plays with the hem of her Michigan hockey hoodie. “It just sucks sometimes,” he sighs. “I feel like the worst teammate when I can’t score a goal or set someone up.”

“I know,” she replies as she runs her fingers through his hair. Luca in turn slides his arms up her hoodie and pulls her in close to him so his face his buried in her stomach “Is there anything I can do to help you get out some of that frustration you’re feeling?”

He mumbles an “I don’t know” into her hoodie. It’s a lie though. She knows what he wants. She always knows what he wants after a rough game.

She leans down and presses soft kisses to the top of his head. “Let me take care of you then you can do whatever you want,” she tells him.

Before she knows it, she’s sinking down to her knees in front of him. She lands so hard on the joint that she is afraid she might’ve bruised her knees even though the floors are carpeted.

Oh well. Pain always comes before pleasure anyway.

Luca watches as she unbuckles the belt he’s wearing. She tosses it to the floor with a smile on her face. When he finally realizes what she’s doing, he kicks off his shoes and lifts his butt off the mattress so (Y/N) can get his pants off. The suit pants and boxers come off at the same time because she’s become a pro at undressing her boyfriend.

With a smile and a kiss to his thigh right above his knee, (Y/N) takes Luca’s semi in her hand. He watches her with big eyes as she slowly begins to move her hand to pump him. Soft noises pass Luca’s pretty lips as she slowly pulls him closer to an orgasm.

This usually helps Luca relax. It also sometimes ends with her being unable to walk the next day but it’s a Friday night. There are no classes tomorrow. She doesn’t even have to get out of bed if she doesn’t want to.

She glances up at Luca, whose eyes are watching her every move. She bites her bottom lip for a second before she takes him in her mouth.

Her tongue swirls around the reddening tip of his dick for a second before she put as much of him as she can into her mouth. She sucks for a second before she blows him.

“Fuck,” Luca gasps as she begins to move her head up and down. “So pretty with my dick in your mouth.” She smirks around him and takes him even further. Her hand makes up for what she can’t fit.

Luca’s fingers curl in her hair while she moves her head. One of her hands is on the base of his dick while the other snakes into her shorts so she can get pressure on her core.

Soft whines pass her lips as she uses her own fingers to work herself close to an orgasm. It’s only temporary. Her boyfriend’s fingers will replace hers shortly. She knows Luca can only last so long before he’s pinning her to the mattress.

He pulls her hair back into a makeshift ponytail in his fist. She hums at the feeling as Luca moves her at a pace he likes. He takes his time with her.

One of her fingers slides into her pussy and she whines. A part of her wishes that Luca would just get his hands on her already.

It’s like he can read her mind though because it’s not long after that when he finally speaks up.

“You look so beautiful on your knees for me, baby,” Luca pants. “Need to be inside you though.”

(Y/N) pulls back and licks away a drop of saliva that has started to roll down her chin. “Whatever you want, Luca,” she tells him. “If you need to then use me to let out some of that pent up frustration.”

His bright eyes darken and he pulls her to her feet almost immediately after the last word leaves her lips. He pushes the hoodie off of her body to reveal that she has nothing on under the hoodie except for a pair of shorts and pulls her down onto the mattress. He hovers over her and she can’t help but smile up at him.

Luca leans down and captures her lips in a bruising kiss. She hums and bucks her hips up so she can get some pressure, whatever pressure she can find on her core. He pins her hips down to the mattress for a second before a hand finds its way into her Lululemon shorts and panties.

A groan passes her lips when his fingers run through her folds. “Luca,” she mumbles. “Not tonight. Just fuck me.”

He detaches his lips from hers after a second and finds her neck. He sucks and nips at the skin on her neck right under her ear. She sighs and kisses the swell of his ear. A bright mark will be visible right where he’s nipping at and she truly does not care.

Luca could cover her entire body with marks and she’d happily show them off. She’s never been shy to admit that she is Luca’s girlfriend. Especially when other girls try to talk to him after games or on campus when going to classes.

“Already so wet for me, baby,” Luca mumbles. “This just from sucking me off?”

She nods and hums. “All for you,” she sighs. “I am yours.”

He backs away from her neck and gets on his knees between her legs. She watches as he pulls off his suit jacket and unbutton his shirt. Her eyes land on the gold chain around his neck with the number 63 resting between his collarbones. The chain that she got him last year for his birthday.

She knew he wore it, but she has never seen it on after a game. It’s rare for Luca to wear this specific chain during a game since it was a gift from her for his 21st birthday.

Since it’s on now, she knows it was the chain he wore for the game. It turns her on even more if it’s even possible.

Luca notices that she’s looking and smiles. “Wanted to sport my girl during the game tonight,” he tells her. “Just to have you close.”

His words shoot straight to her core and she pulls him down into a hot kiss. Lips are bitten, tongues are shoved into each other’s mouths. The cool 63 rests against her neck right under her chin. Despite her skin being hot, she shivers.

He peels off her shorts and panties, throwing them to the floor with the rest of their clothes. Luca breaks the kiss to reach into her bedside table to grab a condom. She bites a mark into his chest while he rips open the tiny package with his teeth and slides its content onto himself.

“Ready for me?” he questions as he comes back to hover over her. He lines himself up with her but waits until she gives him an answer. She sucks in her bottom lip and nods. “Need to hear you say it, pretty girl.”

“Fuck me before I do it myself,” is her response. Luca can’t help but laugh. She grows slightly annoyed at the fact that he isn’t blowing her back out and bucks her hips so he slides k to her.

The laughing stops and (Y/N) lets out a soft groan at the familiar stretch of Luca’s dick inside of her. She stares up at Luca and watches the 63 swings lightly in her face.

Luca pushes himself completely into her and lets her adjust to his size. He’s slightly above average, but he’s also kind of thick. It’s a lot to take sometimes and it’s why she can’t walk the next day if it’s too rough.

Right now, she’s hoping he channels all his frustration into fucking her because it’s been a little bit since they have been able to have a moment like this.

“Move, Luca,” she breathes out after a minute. “I’ve been ready for you to move for like ev- oh!”

He pulls nearly out of her before he slams into her. She lets out a loud groan and Luca covers her mouth. “Let’s not wake up your friend, yeah?” he says. “Last thing we need is for her to walk in here and see you begging me to fuck you.”

She nods and Luca uncovers her mouth. He very slowly but very deeply moves into her. Her mouth falls open and she lets her legs fall apart for him. The swinging chain moves the quicker he moves.

In a spur of the moment decision, (Y/N) leans up and softly bites the chain. Luca smiles and shakes his head before he picks up the pace.

The bed begins to creak beneath them but that doesn’t stop them. Luca’s mouth is on one of her breasts while his hand rests on the other one. She gasps when she feels him bite a mark into the skin.

“Mine,” he mumbles. “All mine.”

“All yours,” she confirms. “All yours to do whatever you want- fuck!”

Luca slams into her at the same time he reaches down between them to get his fingers on her clit. She cries out in pleasure before Luca pulls out of her. She whines at the loss of contact.

Then he turns her onto her belly and pulls her hips up to meet his. She sighs happily when he fills her up again. “Whatever I want,” he repeats into her ear. “On your knees, pretty girl. Wanna see how you look while I fuck you on your knees.”

With his help, (Y/N) rises to her knees with him still in her. He wraps an arm around her waist and lightly wraps a hand around her throat. He doesn’t put any pressure but fucks up into her. Her head falls onto his shoulder. Luca kisses her cheek.

“Such a good girl,” he praises. “Letting me do what I want with you.”

She whines in agreement as his fingers find her clit. She sighs, “Luca. Please.”

“Please what, baby,” he asks against her ear.

A sudden knot forms in the pit of her stomach. Her legs begin to shake. “Wanna come,” she pants.

Luca kisses the swell of her ear and cups one of her breasts with his free hand. “Go ahead and come,” he tells her. “I’m not that far behind you.”

It’s not long after that when she’s clenching around his dick. She cries out his name as she comes. All she wants to do is fall onto her stomach but Luca is holding her up.

She sees stars as her vision goes white. She’s pretty sure she has never come this hard in her life, but that’s the affect Luca has on her. She also realizes that she doesn’t mind being fucked on her knees. That’s a conclusion she comes to while out of it.

When she comes down from her high, she’s sprawled out on her belly. Luca is wiping her leg down with a warm rag and is leaving soft kisses on her back. “Sorry if that was too much,” he mumbles. “I just needed to let out some frustration.”

“It’s okay,” she replies. “I liked it. It wasn’t bad. Got some new marks to show off.”

Luca laughs and throws the cloth somewhere on the floor before he covers them up with the blankets on her bed. She cuddles up against her boyfriend and lays her cheek on his chest.

“You’re okay though?” she questions as she looks up at him. “I know you were upset about the loss so I just want to double check to make sure you’re okay.”

He nods and brushes her hair out of her face. “Yeah, I’m okay,” he tells her. “Frustration and anger come with the sport. The last thing I want to do is take either out on you.”

“The only time you’re ever allowed to take frustration out on me is when you’re fucking me,” she warns him. “Lay a hand on me and your ass is on the curb.”

Luca smiles. “Yes, ma’am.”

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joe-mazzello-archive · 2 years

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falling asleep on eddie

eddie munson x fem!reader

a/n: i am v sleepy today and it gave me this idea.

no warnings! just fluffy ramblings from eddie's pov

eddie doesn't even realize it at first.

you had snuggled up to him when the movie started, and he had to bite his lip to hide how pleased he was. you burrowed yourself against his chest, and his arm instinctively wrapped around your shoulders. he had tried to ignore the fluttering in his stomach or the warmth in his chest, but even he had to admit that this was uncharted territory for the two of you. you've always been somewhat touchy with each other, but this close? and for this long? eddie was a little nervous. what if you could feel how fast his heart was beating? what if you could somehow read his mind -- uncover how strong his feelings for you really are -- and you run as fast as you can in the other direction?

he was eventually able to settle down, relax into the couch, and enjoy the movie.

but now? now he's truly fucked.

you've fallen asleep on him.

eddie's head is swimming. he's overwhelmed with every emotion in existence. he's freaked out by this...oddly intimate situation. he's thinking about how at some point he's going to have to wake you up. what if you get mad at him for letting you fall asleep and you stop hanging out with him? what if you get uncomfortable and embarrassed because of falling asleep on him and stop hanging out with him? what if you realize he's basically watching you sleep and you get creeped out by it and stop hanging out with him?

eddie genuinely doesn't know what he would do if you stopped hanging out with him.

but at the same time he can feel his heart melting at the sight of you -- you face smushed against his chest, your mouth slightly open, your hand gripping the hem of his t-shirt. you're so freaking cute, and you don't even know it. he's constantly overwhelmed by just how fucking adorable you are, but this just takes the cake.

and part of him is...honored?...that you're comfortable enough cuddled against him to be able to fall asleep. he only wants you to be comfortable -- he wants to be your safe space.

his instinct is to reach up, trace the contours of your face with his knuckle so he can feel your soft skin against his. but he's still afraid to wake you, so he opts to gently caress your shoulder with his thumb.

he doesn't know what he did to end up here. to have you...you...the girl of his fucking dreams, nestled against him, but he's grateful.

just then, you shift against him, adjusting your body and burrowing your head against his chest even more, before letting your eyes flutter open.

eddie panics for a moment, all of the terrible outcomes he thought of before flashing through his head. but you let out a soft smile as your gaze finds his. you let out a soft hum.

"mmm, sorry for using you as a pillow," you say, poking him in the stomach. the action slightly tickles him and he can't help but let out a giggle and fidget.

he feels the tension release from his shoulders. you aren't mad or uncomfortable or embarrassed. in fact you feel like you're melting against him even more.

"s'okay," he says as he squeezes your shoulder.

"you're comfy," you say with a playful tone, letting your eyes fall closed for a moment. "how was the rest of the movie?"

eddie's eyes flicker to the tv, where credits are rolling. truth be told, he forgot about the movie entirely, his focus was on you slumbering against him.

"it was alright," he lies with a shrug. you don't catch it because you simply hum in response. a yawn escapes you and you cover it with your hand.

"want me to take you home?" eddie asks out of politeness. he really doesn't want the night to end yet, especially since you don't seem to be in a hurry to leave his embrace.

"nah, i just needed a little cat nap," you explain, and he holds back his sigh of relief. "kinda hungry though. can we order some food?"

eddie can't help but beam, extremely pleased that you don't want to cut the night short.

"sure thing, sleepy," he replies, poking you on the nose and earning a giggle from you. he doesn't make a move to get up, instead pausing for a moment to admire your smiling face.

"what?" you say, and he simply shakes his head. there's a lot eddie wants to say, but right now he's content to just spend the rest of the evening with you.

"nothing," he answers, giving you one last squeeze, before reluctantly letting you go to retrieve the takeout menus from the kitchen drawer.

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Jon Snow x she/her!reader

A/N: this is my first proper piece about Jonny boy and it is…7.6k words long 👁️👁️ this is set just before season 1 AND I kinda stole a random House name from the GoT map and made a new story for them solely for this fic. hope the 3 Jon Snow fans on this hellsite enjoy!! ♡

and yes, before you ask, I had Love Story by Taylor Swift on a loop while writing this. what of it.

With Love

The Starks liked to think they knew every face in Winterfell, but truth be told, the one belonging to the family without the honour of sharing the name was the only one that knew each and every face within the walls. A sign of the lack of distance between himself and the townspeople that was ever present with the rest of his family, and the mother he could never have.

It was not only the horse that Jon knew to be unfamiliar, but its rider, as the two rode through the Winterfell gates. The uncertainty with which the horse was guided to the stables told Jon that both the horse and its rider were unfamiliar with the area, too. Seeing the gown adorning the rider peaking from beneath the cloak she wore, the gold thread of the hem catching the last of the day’s sunlight, Jon stood to attention from the crumbled stone wall he had been sitting on, watching the sunset and the world go by until it slowed to a stop, just for you.

He kept his pace towards you slow as you rode your horse to the stables you had found and dismounted, patting your horse gratefully and checking through the saddlebags as you lowered your hood. Jon could only see half of the smile that you gave the horse, but it was enough to stop him in his stride. As you turned, your eyes locked onto him as though pulled by some mythical force, your smile not faltering as you approached him.

“Forgive me, I am not familiar with this place or its people, might you introduce me, Lord…?” Your eyes travelled down his body, the dark clothes he wore appearing too formal for that of the general townsfolk.

Under your gaze, it took Jon several seconds to remember how to speak. “There is no need for such formalities, my Lady, I’m no Lord. Perhaps if I took you to my father, he could assist you in whatever it is that has brought you here?”

You frowned, confused by the stranger’s explanation. “Surely, if your father is the one man in Winterfell to guide me, he would be Lord Stark, making you his son, and a Lord, yourself.”

Jon felt the unfortunately familiar shame of his namesake sink into his very skin as he avoided your eyes. “Aye, Lord Stark is my father, but Lady Stark is not my mother.”

There was a sadness in your eyes, an ache in your heart that made it impossible for you to resist reaching for Jon’s shoulder, brushing the small amount of dirt that resided there. A gesture so seemingly insignificant, but something about the attention you showed him made him feel truly seen.

“What is your name?”

His shoulder burnt where your fingertips had grazed it, even through his clothes, and he gulped. “Jon Snow, my Lady.”

You smiled at him then, exactly as you had when you had first seen him. “No need for such formalities, Lord Jon. Stark blood runs in your veins as well as it does your siblings, you are worthy of the same respect the name brings them.” The sincerity in your eyes was unlike anything Jon had ever known, and the feeling it caused in his chest was something new, too.

“If you could take me to see your father, I would be most grateful.” Your smile didnt falter as you took your first look around Winterfell, having not torn your gaze from Jon until that very moment, allowing him the freedom to breathe without feeling heat rise in him under your eyes.

Without a word, he nodded, turned and began to walk towards the hall, his mind running away with him.

The moment Lord Stark saw you, his eyes went wide and he ushered you into another room with Lady Stark, shutting Jon out with no explanation. Though he was used to being kept at arm’s length when it came to family matters, the fact that he was being restricted from the mystery of you felt like a far more personal pain, for a reason Jon could not yet place.

It was not until an hour later, when Lord Stark returned to the hall, that Jon realized he had not moved. Unsurprised to see his son still waiting for you, Ned Stark approached him.

“She is to be staying with us for her own safety, and no one is to question this. Not her name, house, or history. Is that understood?”

Jon nodded, clinging to every word that only pushed him further from you, who you might be.

“What am I to call her?” Jon questioned, not wanting to cause you any offense by addressing you incorrectly.

Lord Stark was thoughtful for a moment. “What did you call her on her arrival?”

Jon stood up straighter, frowning, unsure whether his father was testing his ability to greet you respectfully. “My Lady, of course.”

His father nodded. “Then that is what you will continue to call her, I will ask the same of your brothers and sisters.”

Jon lowered his head in agreement and with that, his father was gone.

Not knowing what else to do, Jon decided to retire to his quarters for the rest of the day. As he ascended the staircase to his family’s quarters, though, he was stopped by you once again. This time, you were stood in the doorway of Lord and Lady Stark’s room, seemingly in deep conversation with Lady Stark until your eyes were drawn to Jon once more, at the opposite end of the hallway. You smiled at him, but he was too stunned and too lost in his own head to return it right away. Just as a small smile reached his face, Lady Stark followed your gaze, scowled and closed the door on him, as she had done all Jon’s life.

The next morning, you joined the Starks for breakfast, wearing a different gown to the previous evening and giggling with Sansa at the table by the time Jon arrived. Though the sight of you getting along with his family so quickly did warm his heart, Jon couldnt help the small pit of sadness that formed in his stomach at the thought of you favoring them over him, as most did. The moment he sat down at the table, however, you locked eyes with him and smiled.

“Good morning, Lord Jon.”

The room fell silent, but your smile did not waver. Jon felt his face rise in temperature with every fraction of a second that passed.

“You do not need to refer to any of us with such formalities, dear girl.” Lady Stark replied, her tone firm, her underlying message clear to all, masked under the guise of none of the Starks requiring such titles at breakfast.

But you merely shook your head and continued to smile. “No, please Lady Stark, I insist. Your family has already treated me with such kindness, such welcome, the least I can do is respect you all in name.”

Lord Stark smiled at this, silencing Lady Stark from making any further comments, which signaled the continuation of breakfast as normal. As you began to eat, you glanced up at Jon to find him still looking at you. His expression would make you think he was admiring the one to hang the moon in the sky, and you could not hold such a gaze, your face flushing as you lowered your eyes to your plate.

The first full day spent at Winterfell, you were almost treated as the new toy amongst the Stark children. Sansa wanted to spend every waking hour at your side, discussing your gowns and how they were made, Arya was desperate to convince you to let her take your horse outside the walls to practice archery on horseback, Bran wanted to show you just how high he could climb, Rickon shyly asked if he could introduce your horse to the others to ensure “he was not lonely at Winterfell”, Robb laughed at his siblings antics and tried to very casually flirt with you, while his shadow Theon Greyjoy tried the same with a far less casual nature, and Jon simply watched from afar as he practiced with his sword.

He did not expect to speak with you much, if at all, that day, as you would no doubt be too kind to refuse any of his siblings. As such, he tried his best to focus on the swing of his sword and nothing else. Certainly not the different shades within your eyes that he had noticed when stood closer to you the previous day, not the way in which your gowns complimented your silhouette, not the melodic sound of your laugh, and most definitely not the look in your eyes when he had been your chosen view.

“You are quite good with that, you know.”

Jon Snow jumped out of his skin, and you were quick to muffle your giggle with your hand.

“Apologies, my Lady, I did not see you-“

You waved off his apology. “Worry not, I should have made my presence known. Regardless, my point still stands: you have a talent with a sword.”

Jon smiled shyly. “Thank you, my Lady. Are you enjoying Winterfell?”

You chuckled at this. “Very much so! Though I am already tired from the amount of talking I have done.”

Jon sighed, wishing you had not been so pestered by his family. “I do apologize for my siblings, it is not often we meet new people.”

You shook your head. “I will accept your apology for that Greyjoy boy, but you need not apologize for your siblings, they are utterly lovely. In fact, Sansa is inspecting my gowns at this very moment, Rickon and Arya are befriending my horse, Robb is lecturing Theon, and I am scheduled to witness some truly incredible climbing soon. I wondered if, as I have not had much chance to speak with you today, you would care to join me?”

Jon could not believe his ears, you had given his siblings everything they’d asked of you within reason, in ways that had no doubt left them all overjoyed, save for Robb. Now, it was Jon you were seeking out.

“I thought you were tired from all the talking you’ve already done?” Jon mused, concerned that you were wearing yourself too thin.

At this, you simply smiled. “I am, but it seems you are the exception. So, will you accompany me to the climbing show, Lord Jon?”

Jon could not wipe the grin from his face if he tried, your declaration of him being the exception to your tiredness feeling like the greatest title you could possibly bestow upon him. “It would be my honor, my Lady.”

With that, he held his arm out to you and you looped yours through it. No words were spoken as Jon led you to the tower that he knew Bran liked to climb most, neither of you daring to interrupt the smile shared between you that only grew with each sidewards glance.

When the two of you reached the tower, Jon was both surprised and relieved that you did not remove your arm from his and instead lifted your other hand to hold onto his upper arm further, as Bran began to climb.

“Is this safe?” You whispered, not wanting to discourage Bran, but worried for his safety.

Jon could only smile at you adoringly. “He has not fallen once, my Lady.”

Though his words reassured you, you did not release his arm until it was time to applaud the end of the show, when Bran had descended the tower and bowed before you. It took less than a minute for Lady Stark to call Bran to her for a lecture that strongly advised against climbing, and you looped your arm back through Jon’s, turning away from the tower and letting him walk you wherever he desired.

That is how you spent the remainder of your day, arm in arm with Jon Snow and a beaming smile on your face for all to see, not ashamed as he feared anyone would be to be seen on his arm, but proud to be. The unwavering confidence and serenity you showed him in the face of prejudice only made it more difficult for his heart to resist. As the sun set, the two of you settled beneath the Weirwood tree, sitting below it and watching the red leaves flutter in the wind.

As much as Jon had never felt happier than he had in these moments with you, his curiosity was eating away at him. Finally away from the eyes and ears of others, he felt it was time to ask.

“Forgive me, my Lady, for I mean you no offence, but I cannot help wondering…if you are of noble descent, which I suspect you are, are you not ashamed to be seen with me?”

You lowered your gaze from the red leaves to frown at Jon sympathetically. “I am forbidden from speaking of my family, but I can assure you, I have no reason to be ashamed of being seen with you, Jon.”

Though it did not answer his question entirely, Jon nodded gratefully. “Thank you.”

Your expression softened to a humored smile. “I must ask, was it my gowns that gave away my family’s status?”

Jon chuckled. “Perhaps.”

You laughed with him. “I can assure you that, while my gowns are well made, my family are far from being as noble as yours. We are a small house, my father being an old friend to yours, but few know of us and even fewer know of me. All will become clear soon, though.”

It was Jon’s turn to frown at you. “What do you mean?”

You gazed out into the godswood, your smile no longer reaching your eyes. “A dear friend of mine is to arrive soon, she wishes to be wed here. There is to be a grand party and suitors will present themselves to her. Despite the circumstances, I have assured her I will attend, hence my unannounced arrival here.” You turned to Jon. “May I request that you are present, to avoid the entire event boring me to an early grave?”

Jon couldnt help but laugh, the new information about you and your friend relaxing him somewhat, as it did not allude to you being in any kind of danger, which he suspected was the reason for your discrete travels.

“Of course.” Regardless of the event, there is nowhere else I would prefer to stand than at your side, he wanted so badly to add, but he could not.

“Thank you. That eases my mind.” You sighed, as though a physical weight had been lifted from you.

Jon tried to read your eyes. “What is it that worries you about your friend’s arrangement?”

You shook your head. “She has dreaded this day her entire life, she has often cried to me about it. She has already mourned the loss of the life she had before, but to marry a stranger…it is a cruel fate, truly.”

Jon nodded, empathizing as much as he could. “If being a bastard does count for anything, it is that I will never face such a frightful concept.”

You looked up at him, admiring the curls that the wind blew over his face. “You are far more than a bastard, Jon, but it is a relief you have found at least one positive to the status. Do you think you will marry?”

Jon’s mind went completely blank, much like it did every time you had smiled at him since you had arrived the day before. “I’ve not really thought about it, my Lady.”

You sighed at that, somewhat jealous of the fact Jon had never had to think of bearing the heir to his family name, but not wanting to voice such an insensitive thought and discredit the torment he had suffered as a consequence of his own birth.

By the time the two of you had returned to the castle, the rest of the Starks had gathered in the hall. At the sight of you, Lady Stark ran and took ahold of your hands.

“A raven came. It is to happen in three days time.” She told you, in as few words as she could, which you nodded to her gratefully for.

Closing your eyes in a pained blink, you took a deep breath, then opened your eyes and offered the Starks a smile that was too bright.

“If you will excuse me until the morning, I am frightfully tired. Goodnight to you all, I wish you the most pleasant dreams.” Your voice shook on the very last word, but before anyone could even open their mouths to answer you, you had all but run from the hall and up the stairs, locking yourself in your quarters.

Lady Stark looked sympathetically after you, while the Stark children exchanged confused glances. Jon watched the path that you had disappeared on as though you were still there, a new ache in his chest that was unfamiliar to him, once again.

That night, Jon could not sleep. No matter how many times he turned and shifted, he could not get comfortable enough to even close his eyes, he was completely restless at the thought of you so distressed. Feeling that he had no other choice, Jon sat up, put his sleepshirt back on, and left his quarters. The walk between his door and yours was no more than few steps, but Jon felt more exposed with each step, wearing nothing more than his sleep clothes and aware that if you answered the door, you would see him in such attire. He could not let that be enough to deter him, though.

Not wanting to wake you if you were asleep, Jon gently knocked on the door, and when he heard a sniffle on the other side, his heart shattered inside his chest.

“It’s Jon, my Lady, I…I could not sleep, knowing that you were so upset. Is there anything I can do?” He felt helpless, having never been more desperate to ease someone’s pain before in his life.

There was no verbal response from you, and Jon began to lose all hope that you would answer him at all, until he heard the sound of the door unlocking from the other side. His heart skipped a beat as the door opened, revealing the features of your face that he had memorized, but they were swollen from the seemingly endless tears that you had cried, and were still crying. Seeing him standing there, caring for you in such a way, broke you all over again, and without care for formalities or tradition, you fell into him, sobbing into his nightshirt as he wrapped his strong arms around you, hoping he could make you feel just a little better, a little safer in your feelings.

Taking some steps back, you pulled Jon into your room, the door closing behind him as he held you tightly against him, shushing you gently.

“Please, my Lady, do not cry anymore. I swear that I will do whatever I can to make the day more bearable, for both you and your friend. I am sure a fine suitor will appear, that a declaration of love powerful enough to silence the whole of Winterfell will take place in the hall of this very castle, and the worries that you and your friend have shared will disappear.” Jon promised, already unsure of how to keep his word, but certain that he would find a way before the day arrived.

“Thank you, Jon. I am not sure I would be able to see the day through without you.” The confession shocked Jon, his stomach flipping as you hinted at the extent of your feelings for him, just slightly. “Will you stay?”

Jon swallowed, hard.

At his boyish nervousness, you playfully hit his chest. “Do not ponder such perversions in the presence of a crying girl, Jon!”

He chuckled at this, sensing your spirits had lifted by the joke you had made. “My apologies, my Lady.”

Feigning disappointment in him, you pulled away slightly and shook your head. “Must I spell out that my intentions are solely to fend off any further tears and that you have been the apparent cure for them thus far?”

Jon sighed dramatically, playing along. “Well, I suppose we do not have another choice then, do we, my Lady?”

And like the lovesick teenagers that you were, you snuck into bed in fits of giggles, shushing the other and pretending to want to sleep, when all either of you wanted to do was stay awake until the sun rose again, talking about anything and everything.

Naturally, neither of you had thought very far ahead and considered how difficult it would be to effectively sneak Jon out of your room the following morning. That said, by standing with an ear pressed to the door to listen for any passersby, you did eventually manage to shove him back to his quarters when the corridor was clear. Needless to say, breakfast that morning was once again filled with shy glances and equally warm faces.

For your second day in Winterfell, Jon made it his mission to distract you as much as he could from the worries of the night before. So, he planned that the two of you would take Arya out on horseback to practice archery, with Lord Stark’s permission. Unfortunately, Lord Stark would only give his permission on the condition that Robb and Theon would also accompany the three of you, to help watch over Arya, who had a particular talent for disappearing.

Begrudgingly, Jon agreed, convincing himself that Robb and Theon would provide further distractions for you. While this fact did reign true, Jon did not account for the way his blood would boil in his veins as Theon tried to flirt with you. Robb was respectful enough to see what was blossoming between you and Jon, so had ceased his advances entirely, but Theon did not care for Jon’s feelings. At least, not as much as he cared to feel you, apparently. The very second Jon caught sight of Theon reaching a hand towards your hip, he was marching with a fury like no other.

Forcing himself between you and Theon, Jon’s expression was colder than even the harshest Winter, eyes dark with a fire that raged beyond the capabilities of a Stark.

“Try to touch her again and you will lose that hand.” He threatened, voice lower with his anger and in an effort to not cause a scene in front of Arya, who was practicing with Robb a few feet away.

Theon scoffed. “I dont take threats from bastards!”

Then, to everyone’s absolute astonishment, you stepped out from behind Jon to stand in front of him and scowl at Theon.

“Call him that again and you’ll lose your tongue as well as your hand, boy.” You did not care to lower your voice, catching Arya’s attention, and the ferocity with which you defended her brother earnt you her respect in an instant.

Theon tried to scramble for a retort, but Robb frowned at him. “Go home, Theon.”

And so, the son of Balon Greyjoy was sent sulking back to the walls of Winterfell, while Jon Snow stood staring at you like you were a star that had fallen from the sky and landed right in front of him.

That night, Jon walked you to your quarters like the gentleman he had always wished he would be allowed to be, cheeks rosy with the simple joy of such things finally being possible for him, all because of you.

“Thank you for today, Lord Jon.” Your voice had been quiet, shy in the close proximity of your protector.

And Jon’s smile was shy in the close proximity to his. “Thank you for the same, my Lady.”

With courage that he did not know he possessed, Jon took your hand and raised it to his lips, placing the lightest kiss against your knuckles as you watched with wide eyes.

Your hand, so much smaller in his, squeezed his fingers in response to the heartfelt gesture.

“If you can promise me there will be no tears tonight, I will bid you farewell.” Jon’s voice was barely above a whisper, his tone playful but words sincere, an unspoken oath to stay if you needed him, for as long as you did.

“And…if I can make no such promise?” Your gaze dropped to your hand, still held by his, and your expression fell ever so slightly at the thought of being parted from him.

But Jon would not allow such a sadness to steal your smile away. “Then, if it please you, my Lady, I will not bid you farewell until the sun rises again.”

His words brought about a tension between you that was sinful in nature and near impossible to resist, but the two of you knew better than to even consider more than a chaste kiss outside of marriage, Jon understanding the consequences of such actions more than most. Despite having no intention of giving in to such temptations, the tension did not ease, much to the dismay that you shared, but dared not speak of.

The pain of sending him to his own quarters would be too much for you to bare that night, and without another word, you reached behind you to open the door to your quarters, eyes never leaving his.

Though the two of you spent more of the night holding each other than you did talking as you had the night before, Jon knew it was the best night of his life. He had never felt stronger than he did when you were in his arms, safe from any and all that could try to harm you. An uncertainty began to stir within him as he focussed on the sound of your breathing as you slept, your head resting on his chest, over the heart that unbeknownst to you, you had claimed as yours. Once your friend’s ceremony has ended, where will you go? Can you stay? Are your days here, with him, numbered and so few? The thought left a bitter taste in Jon’s mouth, and continued to plague him until he drifted off to sleep.

For your third day in Winterfell, Jon was more determined than ever to make your last day before the dreaded arrangement, one to remember, for the right reasons. He wanted to ensure that in years to come, when you thought of the time you had spent at Winterfell, perhaps you would remember that day more than the one that came after it. So, he had planned the entire day. Not being a particularly talented man in the kitchen, Jon woke at dawn, snuck out of your quarters, and pleaded for the household staff to help him prepare a picnic of some of your favorite foods, which he had strategically asked you about over the past few days. He set the picnic under the Weirwood tree and then knocked on Sansa’s door. She greeted him with an excited smile and handed him the gown she had been working on for you ever since you had arrived. Then, Jon knocked at your door. It was still quite early, he should not have been surprised by the sight of you tiredly rubbing your eyes as you opened the door, but the feeling in his chest was something he could only compare to moments of pure, blissful shock.

“My Lady, your breakfast awaits.” Jon bowed and held the neatly folded gown in his arms out to you, causing you to gasp, the confusion of having woken up without him already subsiding.

“By the Gods, Jon, what is this?!” You carefully took the gown from his arms and admired it, holding it against your body and squealing in delight. “I must thank Sansa at once and dress for the occasion!”

Jon chuckled at your excitement. “Then I will wait for you in the hall, my Lady.”

For half an hour, Jon paced around the hall, his smile contagious to everyone that happened to see him, unwavering and bright. Only when you entered the hall in the gown Sansa had crafted for you, did his smile fall into an expression of complete admiration. As bashful as Jon had seen you, he did not expect you to stroll into the hall with such poise and twirl with a beaming grin plastered on your face, overjoyed by the gown and how confident you felt in it.

“My Lady, you are the most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms.” Jon managed to say in between the breaths you had stolen.

At this, you rolled your eyes. “Have you seen every woman in the Seven Kingdoms to verify that statement, Lord Jon?”

His eyes followed you as you glided around the room, the gown flowing around you like water, and he was entranced. “I do not need to see every one to know that none can even touch on the enchantress that is you, not to me.”

Your face flushed at his compliments, too shy to accept them as truth but appreciative of them nonetheless. Looping your arm through his, you smiled up at him, his gaze softer than you had ever seen it as he began to lead you out of the castle and towards the Godswood.

The small feast beneath the Weirwood tree and the soft blanket Jon had laid under it for you both, brought tears to your eyes. You must have thanked him a thousand times in the seconds it took to sit down and begin to eat, and a thousand times more with every piece of food you tried.

After a large meal, Jon led you on a stroll through the Godswood, telling you tales of his childhood, spent running through and climbing the very trees around you. The fondest memories he had were the ones spent playing outside with his siblings, away from the ever-scowling eyes of the mother he could never have, and as happy as he was to recall the fun he had with his siblings, your heart ached at the love he had been denied. Stopping in the middle of the Godswood, you turned to face him with such sad eyes, he was just about to ask you if you were alright when you suddenly pulled him into your arms. You didnt say anything, thinking it was not your place to speak on his family, but through such a kind and comforting gesture, he knew exactly what the hug was for. Obviously, you had not been present during the saddest moments of his childhood, when he had cried at his window and begged the Gods that he thought lived amongst the stars, to answer why he did not deserve a mother that loved him, but somehow, the hug that you gave him comforted every part of him, even the young boy locked away in those painful memories.

Jon took you on a horse ride after that, your horse having bonded with Jon’s as a result of Rickon and Arya’s introduction between the animals, the creatures seeming to have a conversation of their own while the two of you laughed and joked like the world around you was plagueless and without any kind of restriction. Out there, beyond the walls, with nobody else in sight, the world felt so vast and so small simultaneously, a little piece of it that the two of you were kept safe inside, where you could stay forever if you chose to. And oh, how you wish you could choose.

When you arrived back at Winterfell, you asked if you could watch Jon practice with his sword again. He had not anticipated that you would enjoy such a thing, considering you would simply be watching him, but the excitement with which you posed the question made Jon blush and nod without opposition. It was an excuse to sit and admire him, really, and you could not withhold the content sighs that escaped your lips as you watched him, the strong hands that had held yours now gripping a sword, arms tensed beneath his black clothes, expression firm. Having never felt deserving of a woman’s gaze like that in his life, Jon found that he quite enjoyed being admired, once he had stopped blushing.

Before long, the sun had set again, and Jon was walking you back to your quarters for the night. He hoped that you would invite him into your chambers again, terrified that it would be the last chance he had to hold you before you potentially disappeared from his life altogether; something he dared not question you about in fear of ruining the day. But as you approached the door, you turned to him with a bright smile.

“I think, after such a wonderful day, tears are impossible. And I think the excitement of another day with you, regardless of the event, will bring me pleasant dreams.”

Jon smiled back at you, relieved that the day he had hoped to give you was received successfully with the desired impact, but ever so slightly devastated that it had backfired to restrict him of another night with you.

“Very well, my Lady. I look forward to seeing you. Goodnight.” His voice was quiet again, his confession of sharing your excitement to be together again bringing a bashfulness he is certain he should have moved past, but simply could not.

“Goodnight, Lord Jon.” You closed the space between you to place a chaste kiss on his left cheek, and then disappeared behind the door to your quarters.

Blinking rapidly, Jon lifted a shaking hand to trace the skin of his face where your lips had been, your kiss lingering there far longer than he thought possible. In a daze, he retired to his own quarters and fell asleep with a smile on his face, ready to make the day you had been dreading, one that you could enjoy, if he was able to grant you such a thing.

However, by the time Jon awoke on the morning of your fourth day in Winterfell, he left his quarters and saw your door already open, sunlight streaming in through the windows. With a confused frown on his face, Jon stepped into the room to see a handwritten letter on your neatly made bed, addressed to him.

Lord Jon,

Do not fear, I have left to meet my friend before the event begins, but I will see you there. I will be counting down the minutes until I see you again.

With love,

Your Lady.

Jon read your words over and over again, each time letting them sink further into his very being. With love. Those words caught him every time his eyes glanced over them. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would be counting down the minutes until he saw you again, too.

The Stark breakfast was rushed that morning, everyone frantic to be ready for the event to begin, and Jon found himself spending longer than he normally did deciding on his attire and fixing his hair, having not had an occasion to truly dress up for you prior to this event and hoping that if he did, maybe it would make you smile as much as your dressing up made him. As the clock ticked, Lord Stark instructed his children to stand in a line outside the castle, awaiting the arrival of the company. Instead of standing behind his siblings as he expected to, Jon was told by Lord Stark to stand beside Robb with his family, at the request of the company. Even the briefest mention to you was enough to bring a smile to his face.

Minutes later, the carriage arrived, decorated with the banner of a black horse with red mane and eyes, that Jon recognised to be that of House Ryswell of the Rills, a noble Northern family that had an unfortunate recent history. Lord Rodrik Ryswell and his two sons had fallen ill and tragically passed away within weeks of each other, some years ago, leaving no heir to the House or their land, which made Jon very curious as to their arrival. They did not have a suitor to offer your friend, less it were a bastard like himself? But as a soldier hurried to open the door of the carriage, Jon’s heart stopped.

You stepped out of the carriage, wearing a gown of House Ryswell’s colors, a gem studded headband catching the sunlight as you bowed to the Starks, who all bowed back at you, though Jon was in too much shock to do so until Robb discretely elbowed his side. Standing back up, you smiled at the Starks, Ned and Catelyn smiling warmly and the Stark children all sharing the same wide eyes, with Jon appearing as though he was on the brink of collapsing. Lady Ryswell stepped out of the carriage after you in her own House-coloured gown, smiling at the Starks with the same warmness you had, and the way her eyes crinkled was the final nail in the coffin for Jon: you were the only remaining heir to House Ryswell.

As is tradition, Ned Stark took your mother’s arm and Robb Stark took yours, to lead you into the castle hall, everyone else following behind as the suitors began to arrive on horseback. Jon could only watch on as your silhouette disappeared beyond the castle doors, but as the first suitor with a Karstark banner passed him, he knew he could not stay outside any longer.

He took his seat beside Robb, sharing a table with the rest of his siblings, seeing your family laugh with his father at the table at the head of the hall, like the situation was normal and expected. But for them, he supposed, it was.

Jon Snow did not expect to be confronted by the sight of man after man offering themselves to you, with riches and titles, gifts and promises. Regardless of the way in which you politely refused each and every one, Jon was sure it was the biggest practical joke of his life. After the tenth suitor, he ran out of patience and stood, staying as close to the walls as he could to make a discrete exit.

Once outside, he leant against the same crumbling stone wall he had been sitting on when you has first arrived, taking some deep breaths, his eyes closed tight as he fought off the mental image of every man that had come here for your hand.

“Only two nights ago, you swore you would do whatever you could to make this day more bearable.” Your voice sounded almost timid, afraid of Jon’s reaction to you with your identity revealed, but hoping that recalling a memory shared between the two of you would remind him that regardless of name, you were still you.

Jon stood up straight and wiped his face his hands, turning to look at you and fighting the contradicting feelings within him. “I did, for you and your friend, who does not exist.”

You nodded guiltily, unable to hold his gaze.

“Why could you not tell me your name?” Jon asked, the question finally allowed.

Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself for the explanation Jon had been waiting for. “My name is (Y/N) Ryswell, and it was my father’s dying wish for me to marry, to pass on the family legacy. With him and my brothers gone, the family name will die with my mother, my name changing to match whatever man I choose, but our family land will be mine, by right. My mother decided it would be best to keep me a secret until I was of age, to avoid every eligible Lord swarming me and trying to take that land for themselves.” You paused, smiling sadly. “My father…he always spoke so fondly of your family, of Winterfell, I wanted to marry here to honor him, but to experience this place and all of you for what and who you all truly are, I had to come alone.”

Jon nodded slowly, understanding you and your intentions completely, mentally scolding himself for thinking you had in any way deceived him when you stood before him, telling him of the person you were, who he knew you to be.

Still, a sad thought remained, weighing him down and making it impossible for him to give you the smile that was yours.

“Have you decided on a Lord, then?”

You sighed, shaking your head. “Truth be told, even if every man sat in there now presented himself to me, I’d still deny each and every one.”

Jon frowned in confusion. “What will you do?”

You shrugged at that, a sparkle in your eyes and a small smile on your face. “That all depends on you, my Lord.”

Jon’s frown intensified. “But, you said every man-“

You interjected to correct him. “I said every man sat in there now, and, as I see it, you are standing outside.” You raised an eyebrow at him, letting him gather the meaning behind your words before you glanced back inside the hall. “Well, I’d better return to my seat. Nothing more riveting than rejecting men presenting their cocks and riches!” Your words dripped with sarcasm as you stepped back into the hall, and would have made Jon laugh if he wasnt frozen in place, contemplating his entire life.

Very slowly, he followed you back into the hall and took his seat again, face far paler than it had been the last time Robb had seen it.

“Brother, are you unwell?”

Jon could only shake his head, eyes locked onto you as you politely declined another man, who turned solemnly and returned to his seat. Without thinking, and without giving time for another man to stand, Jon rose from his table and approached the head of the hall. The room fell silent, all eyes on him, but Jon could only see the curious expression on his father’s face, the furious scowl of Lady Stark, and your soft smile directly in front of him.

Jon Snow cleared his throat, the sound echoing through the hall. He bowed to your mother. “Lady Ryswell, I would first like to thank you for allowing your daughter to come here. She has brought sunshine with her unlike any Winterfell has ever seen, and my family have been honored to have her.” Your mother smiled at Jon, grateful for his compliments towards you, and he continued. “During her time here, I made a promise, of sorts, to your daughter, in that I told her I was sure a fine suitor would appear, and that a declaration of love powerful enough to silence the whole of Winterfell would take place in the hall of this very castle. As yet-“ Jon looked around the hall, then back to your mother. “-I cannot see anyone that has offered such a thing.” Quiet chuckles erupted throughout the hall, relaxing him slightly as he carried on. “Given it was I that made your daughter believe she would receive such a declaration, I feel it is my responsibility to ensure that she is given exactly that, or as close to that as I can possibly give.” Then, his gaze turned to you, and he lowered himself to one knee. “Lady (Y/N) Ryswell of the Rills, I am Jon Snow. I am no lord, I have no house of my own, no lands or riches to offer you, and I am certain that if tradition had a voice, it would scream in opposition at what I am about to say. But I swear it, by the old Gods and the new, not a soul in this room is capable of loving you more than I, and if you will allow me the greatest honor you could ever bestow me, of calling you my wife, I will do everything in my power to bring you every happiness, every day, for the rest of our days.”

The tears that flowed freely down your face were different to the ones Jon had seen from you before, your trembling smile further evidence that the reason for those tears could not be more different to that of previous ones. As your mother raised her handkerchief to wipe her own eyes, you stood from the table and walked around it.

Once in front of Jon, you leant down and took ahold of his hands, using them to guide him back to his feet as he tried desperately to read your eyes for an answer to his proposal, and when all he could read was the very words that had stumped him with every reread of your handwritten letter, his heart soared.

“There is no other proposal I would accept, save the one you have given me, Lord Jon.” Your voice was raw with emotion, words shaking as Jon felt every possible weight he had ever bore on his shoulders ascending to the heavens.

As cheers erupted throughout the hall, Jon wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you into the air, spinning you around in a gesture of pure bliss.

“Gods be good, let the lovebirds be married in the morning!” Lord Stark yelled out, raising his goblet, watching as every other goblet in the room raised in solidarity with cheers of the shared sentiment.

Jon Snow gently placed you back on the ground, his arms still holding your waist as you chuckled deliriously at each other, eyes exchanging words that dared not be spoken between lips in the company of others, and he knew then that every action of the rest of his life would be done with the same promise as the one at end of your letter.

With love.

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officialaemondtargaryen · 1 year

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Prompt: "We both kinda escaped the same party and there's only one place to effectively hide from everyone else, I'm sorry but could I please hide in this stupidly claustrophobic spot for just one minute, my heels are killing me?" AU

Characters: Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: 3,600

Trigger warning: Partying, alcohol use, drug use.

Author's Note: Happy New Years! Are all of my fics holiday themed now? See ya on Valentine's Day, I guess. Also, I was torn between writing this for Eddie or writing this for Argyle, but I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to nail the dialogue with Argyle- I need to study his character more (aka watch vol. 4 again). I really hope that you enjoy this 100% self-indulgent, steaming pile of crap.

It was Robin's fault, truly.

Steve had originally asked her to go with him to Tina's party, but she wasn't able to get out of work. You already had plans with your mother, a few VHS tapes, and a giant bowl of popcorn, but Steve promised that he would make it up to you in some way, and having something to hold over him was enough to make you reconsider.

Still, you already felt out of place as you sat in Steve's passenger seat picking at the hem of your skirt while he fixed his hair in his rearview mirror. You weren't a huge fan of parties, never had been, especially parties where you didn't drive yourself and therefore could not leave on your own accord unless you wanted to walk a few miles in freezing temperatures.

Steve promised he'd have you home at a decent time, but it was New Year's Eve, and you knew that 'decent time' wouldn't be until at least after the ball dropped. His main objective was Kimberly Kline; a former varsity cheerleader who graduated at the top of her class and the mayor's daughter. According to your best friend, Kimberly had asked him if he was going to the party when she was checking out at the Family Video last week. Steve obviously took that as an invitation, despite not actually being invited.

You were just there as a buffer, in case things between him and Kimberly didn't work out. If they did, you were on your own.

"Your hair looks fine, Steve." You mentioned as he carded his fingers through his silky, brunette locks for what seemed like the thousandth time.

"Are you sure?" He asked. "My head doesn't look too square?"

You sighed and turned to face him. "I'm not sure how to tell you this, but your head has always been and will always be square."

His shoulders dropped as he flipped the visor up and pulled the keys from the ignition. "You know what? That's just great. Thank you, Y/N. Way to boost my confidence."

You pursed your lips to keep yourself from laughing. He rolled his eyes and began mumbling to himself as he climbed out of the burgundy vehicle and shut the door behind him. You let out a chuckle as he dramatically marched off toward Tina's house, leaving you to follow.

"Honestly, Y/N," Steve turned back to you sharply and put his hands on his hips. "I was hoping you'd, I don't know, hype me up and make me feel good about myself. I'm already nervous!"

"Clearly," you laughed as you joined him at his side. "Look, Steve," you reached out and placed your hand on his shoulder. "Kimberly Kline would be totally bonkers to not want to hook up with you. So stop worrying about how you look! If that's all she cares about then you're better off honestly."

Steve looked at you sheepishly with a small blush growing on his cheeks. "Thanks, Y/N."

Before you could say anything, an old, white van sped around the corner past the two of you; tires screeching on the asphalt, leaving a trail of exhaust fumes in its wake. You could hear Iron Maiden blaring as the driver came to a hard stop in Tina's front yard, knocking over a large plastic snowman. You rolled your eyes as Eddie Munson slid out of the driver's seat and took a long drag off of the cigarette hanging from his mouth; a bright cloud of smoke hanging in the air as he exhaled.

"What a jerk," Steve mentioned, pulling you from your thoughts.

"Who? Eddie?" You asked.

"Yeah," he replied. "He thinks he's so cool."

"You know, people used to think that about you," You teased, giving Steve's shoulder a little shove as you began walking towards the party.

It didn't take long before you were standing in Tina's kitchen with a plastic cup in your hand. Your head absentmindedly bobbing to the loud pop music playing through the stereo in the living room. The New Year's Eve special was playing on the television but you wouldn't have been able to hear it. Steve had already spotted Kimberly and had downed two drinks before building up the courage to go over and talk to her.

You were leaning up against the counter, making small talk with a girl that had been in the drama club with you for a few years; catching up, talking about work and college, the usual. Steve was on the couch with his arm around Kimberly, talking animatedly with his hands, and she was smiling. He caught eyes with you for a moment and gave you a quick head nod to let you know that things were going well.

A guy you didn't recognize was aggressively making eye contact from his place in the dining room. You looked for a quick exit, knowing that at any moment he would shove himself off of the wall and stagger over to you. Excusing yourself, you tried to make your way towards Steve but were blocked off by a keg-stand in progress. You peered through the party-goers and noticed the guy was just stepping into the kitchen, ducking your head, you didn't have many options other than out the back door or a random door to your left. Wanting to avoid what would absolutely be the most awkward encounter of your life, you slipped through the closest door hoping the stranger didn't notice.

After a few moments, you considered yourself safe and turned to see that you were standing in Tina's pantry, and there, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a bag of Doritos in his hand, was Eddie Munson; mouth slightly agape, eyes wide.

"Shit," you blurted. "I didn't mean to interrupt whatever it was you were doing in here." You went to turn and leave, your hand was hovering over the doorknob, but the thought of the creep on the other side made you hesitate. "Actually, do you mind if I hang out in here with you for a minute? I'm trying to avoid some weirdo who apparently was never taught that staring is rude."

Immediately, Eddie's eyes shifted to the floor. "Uh, sure." He replied. You sighed in relief. "Unless you just want me to go out there and kick his ass."

You laughed and sat with your back against the wall opposite him. "I appreciate the offer, but kicking off the new year with an assault charge is probably not a good idea." Eddie smiled in reply and the pantry fell silent. "So what is Eddie fucking Munson doing sitting in Tina Burton's pantry?"

He looked up at you through thick, curly bangs and shrugged. "Came here to do a deal," he motioned to his little black box that you had seen a few times before. "But not really feeling the atmosphere," he drew out. "Too many jocks."

"Isn't that your van parked out front?" You asked, he nodded. "You can always leave."

"Suppose I could," he replied. "But then you'd be stuck in this pantry by yourself with a creep on the loose."

"You'd rather stay here at this lame party, despite the fact that you are completely miserable, for me?" His dark chocolate eyes connected with yours for a moment before he shrugged his shoulders. If you didn't know any better, you'd say he was shy. "You flatter me, Mr. Munson."

"What about you?" He asked, turning the tables. "You never really struck me as a party girl. I'm sure you came here with someone."

"I did, yeah, I came with Steve." You replied reaching over and grabbing a handful of Doritos from the bag Eddie was holding.

"Steve?" Eddie asked, his brows raised. "Harrington?" You nodded as you shoved chips into your mouth. "Let me guess, you were supposed to be his date but it didn't work out?"

You almost choked. "No! God, no." Eddie's eyes were probing you for an explanation but you were also hurriedly trying to swallow what was in your mouth before you began talking. "He's trying to get laid, and for fuck's sake, I hope he does. He has been such a little brat lately." Eddie laughed. "I'm his shoulder to cry on in case things don't work out for him."

"Hard to imagine that something wouldn't work out for Steve "The Hair" Harrington," Eddie replied almost critically. He flipped open his little box and pulled out a small, metal tin before producing a pre-rolled joint. Your eyes widened as he stuck it between his lips and pulled a lighter our of his pocket. "What?"

"In here?" You asked.

"You afraid we're going to get in trouble, Y/L/N?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow in your direction before lighting the end of the homemade cigarette. Eddie took a long drag and inhaled the smoke into his lungs and held it for a few moments before exhaling with a loud cough.

"Well, yeah," you replied but still took the joint from Eddie's fingers when he offered it to you. The smoke burned your chest as you inhaled, you couldn't help but cough, choking on the skunky taste before passing the joint back to him.

"You're adorable," he laughed and you immediately pouted. "Yep, that look right there. Let me just-" Eddie placed the burning joint between his lips and held his fingers up in front of his face to mimic a camera, pressing the invisible button with a click sound. "Commit that to my memory." You shook your head and giggled at his antics. "That one, too." He added, clicking his invisible camera, once more.

Sitting here, in the floor of Tina's pantry, you wondered why you hadn't hung out with him more than just the occasional drug deal. You had started buying pot from Eddie in your junior year when his band started practicing in Gareth Emerson's garage, but you had never actually hung out with him outside of that. You'd stay and watch them practice a few songs, but that was about it.

"So do you have any new year's resolutions?" You asked him after taking another hit, not wanting the conversation to die.

"Yeah, graduating," he replied as he sunk back against the wall.

"Any plans on what you're going to do after that?"

"What like college?" He asked taking one last hit before disposing of the smoldering joint in an empty can of beer, you nodded. "I don't really think I'm the college type. Besides, there's no degree for what I want to do."

"So you're going to hit the road?" You asked, "take Corroded Coffin on tour and sell out stadiums?"

"That's the dream," He replied and immediately frowned. "More like a fantasy, really."

"It's not." You reassured him. "There'll be thousands in the crowd screaming your name one day, and I'll be one of them. If I had a permanent marker I'd ask for your autograph now before you get too famous and eventually sell out."

"Never!" He laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, that's what they all say." You teased.

"What about you?" He asked in return. "Any new years plans?"

You shrugged your shoulders and shook your head. You hadn't really given much thought to the new year and you weren't the type to make any resolutions. After all, you lived in Hawkins, Indiana, a place where people didn't really make plans or have any goals outside of settling down and moving up in whatever dead-end job they were working. Every year you'd hear the same shit; "I want to lose ten pounds", "I'm going to stop smoking", "I plan to be more active", or "I'd like to read more books". They'd start off strong, but before January was even over, they'll forget they even set a goal to begin with.

Eddie had lit another joint, waiting for your response but there wouldn't be one. A silence made itself comfortable between the two of you. You could see Eddie was about to say something else, but outside of the pantry, the countdown was beginning; the last few moments of 1985. If you were to make a resolution, now would be the time to do it.

"Ten, nine-"

"We should kiss," you mentioned with a shrug of your shoulders, deciding that your resolution would be to take risks. "Wouldn't want to ruin the tradition."

"Seven, six-"

"What?" He asked, almost choking on the smoke he inhaled from the joint wedged between his fingers. His brows merged together as he coughed.

"Four, three, two-"

"I mean we don't have to," you answered, knowing that he had heard you the first time.

"Happy New Year!"

Eddie paused for just a moment, his tongue sliding over his bottom lip before he moved his hand to the back of your neck and pulled you towards him for a firm kiss. Before you had the chance to fully reciprocate, he pulled away; his eyes searching your features for any sign that he should stop- or continue. Without any hesitation, you snaked your hands around his neck and pulled him back to you, the kiss deeper this time. His lips were hot against yours as his fingers curled into the roots of your hair. Your tongue tangled with his in an eloquent dance that felt so familiar yet brand new.

You pulled away to catch your breath and looked up into his deep brown eyes which were full-blown with lust as he grabbed for you to come closer. Every few moments you'd giggle and he'd smile as you tried to navigate the positioning of your bodies in the small pantry, but your lips still made their way back to each other. His hands pushed your jacket down your shoulders as his lips left a trail of kisses along your neck. You moved to straddle his lap, desperate to be closer to him, but in the move your head collided with the shelf above, sending a couple bags of chips into Eddie's lap instead.

He couldn't help but laugh; his full pink lips stretched into a smile as he took your face in his hands. "You okay, there?"

"Ow," you winced as you rubbed a hand over your head.

"Let me see," he cooed and you tilted your head down to him. He placed a soft kiss on your tender scalp. "All better?"

"Yeah," you sighed. "Just ruined the moment, is all."

Eddie, with your face still in his gentle but calloused hands, placed a lingering kiss on your pouted lips. "You didn't ruin anything," He said softly, brushing your hair behind your ear. "Besides, we should probably get out of here."

It was hard not to notice the dirty looks on the faces of your peers as you and Eddie emerged from the pantry; some of them even pointed as they whispered to each other.

"Do you see Steve?" You yelled at Eddie over the music. "I should probably let him know I'm leaving!"

He scoured the crowd and shook his head. "Maybe things worked out for him!"

"Maybe!" You shrugged and made your way towards the front door; weaving in and out of the sweaty, drunken bodies. Eddie's hand was in yours so as to not get separated from you as he followed behind.

The air was brisk as you stepped out onto Tina's front porch, clearing your foggy mind the second you took a deep breath. You shivered as Eddie stepped in front of you, leading you to his van.

"Your chariot awaits, madam." He said, offering to open the passenger side door for you.

"Wait, one second!" You quickly dashed over to where Eddie had knocked over Tina's decorative snowman and sat him upright. "What, you hit Frosty!" You exclaimed.

Eddie just laughed and shook his head before quickly scrambling around to the driver's side and hopping in. He shoved his keys into the ignition and turned the heat on full blast. "Don't worry, she heats up pretty fast."

As Eddie backed out of Tina's yard you noticed Steve's car was no longer where he had parked it when you first arrived. You hoped that Steve didn't leave alone, and also that he didn't leave without at least looking for you first. Given that you were hiding out in the pantry for most of the night, you gave him the benefit of the doubt that if he had known where you were, he would have given you the heads up.

The drive back to your place was mostly quiet, save for the music coming from Eddie's radio. He had the volume turned low and his window was cracked as he smoked a cigarette.

"May I?" You asked, motioning towards the cardboard box of cassette tapes that sat on the floorboard between the seats.

"Go for it," he replied as he slowed to a stop at a red light. "Find something to put on." He ejected his Iron Maiden cassette and placed it back in its plastic case, giving you free rein to choose whatever you wanted.

You rummaged through Eddie's music selection, marveling at his taste. He had everything from metal to punk, the classics, and- "Hall and Oates?" You asked, almost teasing him.

"What's wrong with Hall and Oates?" He asked, snatching the tape from your hands. "Kiss On My List? You Make My Dreams Come True? Can't help but love 'em, they're catchy."

"I completely agree," you replied, still shifting through the box. "I'm just surprised is all, would have thought that there wasn't enough guitar for you."

"It's not always about the guitar!"

You picked out Bruce Springsteen and gently pushed the tape into the cassette player. Eddie nodded in approval as he began humming along to the melody. The blue lights on the dashboard illuminated his soft features, making you realize how beautiful he really was. A small smile pulled at your lips as your eyes took in the sight of him, wondering how you never saw it before.

"You're staring," he taunted, stealing a quick glance before returning his eyes to the road.

"I'm sorry," you laughed but didn't take your eyes off of him. "I just- I never realized how beautiful you are."

"You think I'm beautiful?" He asked, placing a hand over his heart and batting his eyelashes at you.

"And silly," you giggled. "But, yes."

Eddie shook his head in response, unable to hold back his smile. "You know, I had the biggest crush on you in school."

"You did not!" You gasped.

"I totally did!" He replied. "It was bad. I would take the long way to class just so that I could walk past your locker. Man, those days after school when you'd come over to Gareth's to buy some weed and you'd hang out and listen to our band- fuck!" He was shaking his head; beautiful brunette curls bouncing on his shoulders.

"I had no idea," you replied. "You were always so quiet, I thought you didn't like me."

"You thought I- what? Didn't like you!?" He exclaimed. "Come on! How could any guy not like you? You're so fucking funny! Plus, you're like actually a good person. You're compassionate and kind and smart as Hell."

"Why tell me now?" You asked as your heart skipped beats.

"I don't know, it's New Years, why not?" He answered. "Why'd you ask me to kiss you back at Tina's?"

You shrugged, "because it's New Years, why not?" Eddie smiled at your response as he pulled up to the curb of your house. You unbuckled your seatbelt and turned to face him, "I'd offer for you to come in, but I know my mom is waiting up for me."

"That's okay," he replied softly. "I really want to kiss you again."

"Yeah?" You bit your lip under his gaze.

"Mhm," he hummed.

Eddie leaned in to place his lips on yours one more time. It was slow and sweet; soft, like the glow of his headlights reflecting on the flurries of snow falling from the dark, midnight sky. You would have never thought that this night would have ended this way, but you were so thankful that it did. You weren't sure what 1986 had in store for you, but you were determined to make sure that Eddie was a part of it.

"I appreciate the ride home," you said barely above a whisper as you pulled away. "I should probably get inside, I bet-" you turned to look at your house and saw your mother's figure at the window. "Yep, she's watching."

Eddie chuckled and climbed out of the van. You smiled as he rounded the hood of the vehicle to open the passenger door for you. "Let's not keep her waiting." You slid out of his van and gave him a hug before heading up your driveway. "Maybe I'll see you are Gareth's or something?"

"Or," you turned back to him. "Maybe you'll see me at that new pizza place that just opened up? Maybe around 7:00 on Friday?"

"It's a date," he called to you as he brought his hands up to his face in the shape of a camera one last time, taking a mental photo of you before the night ended.

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dearsnow · 2 years

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hello! could you please make a fic dylan x gn reader full of fluff if you don’t mind?🥺 maybe one of the scenes could be the reader sitting on his lap and if you could add dylan being jealous at some point it would be perfect too! love your writing <3

KISS THEM, YOU FOOL

- dylan and jacob fight for love during a session of truth or dare (dylan lenivy x gn!reader, fluff with only the slightest hint of angst)

word count: 1,109

a/n - alexa play “kiss her you fool” by kids that fly 🤞 also this fic is kinda meh but it’s whatever 💀

If there’s one thing Dylan hates, it’s being jealous. Jealousy is stupid. Why should you get mad when someone who’s so so close to being your significant other but really isn’t is dared to sit on someone else’s lap? It makes no sense. He rubs the crease between his eyebrows with frustrated hands, trying his best to avoid looking at the scene in front of him.

You, perched on Jacob’s lap, talking and laughing like nothing’s wrong. You whisper something into his ear and Dylan thinks he might explode.

He’s not mad. Not really. He can’t be mad at you. It was a dumb dare from a game he created, and it’s not like he can snatch you off the other boy’s lap himself. That’s what he reasons, finally tuning into the conversation surrounding truth or dare.

“Anyways, it’s your turn now.” Jacob nudges you with his shoulder, grinning as you dip forward a small bit.

“Hmm…” you ponder, peering over the crackling fire at the rest of your companions. Abi shrinks away from your gaze, clearly still embarrassed from the truth she had to tell. Kaitlyn and Jacob look too cocky to answer or do something truly entertaining. Emma just went, so it can’t be her. Ryan is barely paying attention and Nick looks like he’s about to puke, for reasons you’re unsure of. Your eyes now land on Dylan.

He’s wearing an expression you’ve never seen on his face before. He seems guarded, clenching the hem of his shirt in his fists; he looks about ready to punch someone and then himself. You need to get him out of his head before he loses the last bit of fun he could have before camp ends for good.

“Kaitlyn.” Her head turns toward you, a satisfied smile on her face. There’s an instant connection as it seems your brains are working in tandem, running smoothly like oiled gears. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” She beams almost instantly. A chorus of oohs bounce around the campfire before she says, “Give me what you’ve got.”

“I dare you to give a dare to anyone of your choosing. One catch though- it has to involve Dylan.” You search their reactions. Emma has a sparkle in her eye, Jacob scoffs at the cop-out, and Dylan, for the first time in a while, smiles. He has an air of curiosity about him, thick enough to notice from your position.

Kaitlyn looks positively sinister. “Oh, the things I can do with this dare.” She muses. She pretends to think for a minute, counting the stars and looking quizzically into the sky. Suddenly, she snaps her fingers. “Dylan. Jacob. Up.” Jacob slides you off his lap with ease, drinking up the stares of the others.

Kaitlyn whispers something into his ear but he doesn’t look happy about it. They go back and forth for a minute before coming to what seems to be an agreement, leaving you to stare at Dylan standing awkwardly in the background.

You like him. What’s not to like? He’s funny, sweet, and perfectly him. You always feel your heart flutter a bit when he’s near. You can only hope he feels the same.

“You boys are going to arm wrestle- for love.” There’s a soft murmur as everyone tries to predict what “for love” means. “The winner gets to pick a person to sit in their lap, and the loser… well, the loser doesn’t get a choice. I’ll pick who they wine and dine.” Emma gasps audibly, and even Ryan is interested in Kaitlyn’s antics.

You narrow your eyes, suspicious of Kaitlyn’s intentions. It’s obvious Jacob is going to win. No offense to Dylan, but he looks like a wet french fry compared to the other boy’s overwhelming stature. Dylan looks like he’s ready to be embarrassed. He’s practically accepted it at this point, waving off Jacob’s teasing as he assures his audience that he’s a professional bodybuilder.

The boys lock hands on a stump as Kaitlyn counts down, the others picking their side and cheering on the counselor of their choice. The voices grow louder as Kaitlyn practically screams “one!”, slapping the stump and setting them loose.

The air is tense as they struggle back and forth. Dylan takes the lead first, but Jacob pushes back hard. The game of strength teeters from one person to the other, but eventually, Dylan is put in a good position.

As Dylan slams Jacob’s hand rather forcefully into the wood beneath him, the night explodes with cheers and groans.

You’re grinning like crazy. You can hardly believe Dylan had the strength to pull it off, but somehow that lanky little bastard did it.

Dylan is all smiles, accepting the slaps on the back and basking in the compliments like an attention-starved man.

Jacob hangs his head in defeat, shaking off Nick’s teasing and gesturing towards Kaitlyn. “So, who gets the pleasure of sitting in my lap?”

There’s something almost wicked in Kaitlyn’s gaze. “Ryan.”

“Oh, come on!” Jacob groans, sticking his pointer finger in her face. “You promised it would be Emma!”

Emma rolls her eyes. “You seriously lost just because ‘kaitwyn pwomised Emma would get to sit in my lap?’ That’s kinda pathetic.”

Their arguing fades into the background when you notice Dylan talking to Kaitlyn. Probably about how she rigged the contest in his favor. You don’t really understand why she would cheat to help him win, until, of course, she motions you over.

“There’s the lucky fucker!” She exclaims. “You’ve been chosen to sit on the one and only Dylan’s lap. Don’t get too comfortable though. Leave that in the cabins.” Your cheeks warm as she teasingly jabs you in the side.

You sit down carefully, all too aware of his lingering eyes. He wraps an arm around your waist and your stomach erupts with butterflies. You can feel them worming through your system, making your fingers tingle and brain mushy. It’s heavenly.

“Just so you know, I won that battle due to my superior tactics.”

“Oh? And what are those tactics?” You stare at him with your eyebrows raised. His face is a blushy pink, and he’s quite obviously a lot happier than he was earlier. You mentally remind yourself to thank Kaitlyn when this is all over.

“I moved his arm with the force. It’s the only foolproof m-“

“Shut up and just kiss them, you fool!” Kaitlyn interrupts, clearly tired of how he’s joking like usual instead of taking the rare opportunity she’s given him.

Dylan pauses. He looks at your lips, then your eyes with a silent question of “can I?”. You nod,

and he obliges.

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

#solar eclipse.#the quarry x reader #dylan lenivy x reader #dylan lenivy headcanons #dylan lenivy #the quarry dylan #dylan headcanons #dylan the quarry x reader #the quarry imagine #the quarry #the quarry headcanons #the quarry game #fanfiction #fanfic

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ofthecaravel · 8 months

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Reminder that none of the scenarios are connected or exist within the same realities. (Also I kinda just threw some mythology to the wind and went with what I liked most- this one’s a little corny imo but j think it’s cute)

*mentions of blood btw*

Scenario 2:

Danny was balancing up on the rickety dock, the deep green of his tail catching the sunset just right. With his broad chest bared and shoulder length hair pulled back into a singular loose braid, he was truly a sight.

It was a fairly secluded location, largely abandoned after a storm splintered and tore away at the decking many years ago. Pretty much perfect for meeting up with Sam, the pretty sailor boy who’d cut him loose from the netting he’d gotten caught in just months ago. The lonely siren never expected to become friends with someone like Sam. Someone whose kind spent many years hunting those like Danny, until the stories of his people became but a mere legend. A mere human boy.

He’d repaid Sam in a small sack of pearls, which Sam was reluctant to except. He agreed to take them under one condition, they could meet again soon. So they made arrangements. And then many more after that.

Sam now approached the siren, sitting on his right side. “I’ve been thinking about you.” Danny’s noticed how much Sam likes to get right to the point.

It still took Danny by surprise. “Why??” Is all Danny could sputter.

Sam let out a laugh.

“No no no!” Danny was quick to correct. “I just meant… Really?”

Sam had a subtle smile on his face. “Yeah I mean, these last few months of getting to meet up with you have been the most fun I’ve had in ages. Plus you’re a fucking Siren, which is like the coolest thing ever.” He assured Danny, nervously picking at the hem of his oversized white blouse.

“Oh.” Danny replied sheepishly. He didn’t know someone could think highly of him, considering what he was. It was nice to hear.

They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, admiring the setting sun.

Then Danny catches Sam observing the singular, blackened, blade like nail on his right pointer finger. The rest of his nails were noticeably well kept.

He knows Sam’s been curious about it for a while now, despite never vocalizing it. So Danny takes the initiative.

“They naturally grow long and sharp like this but i prefer them short and dull. I keep one long for prying and tearing into things though, like shells… or flesh.”

Sam blinks at him dumbly. “Well that’s totally not gonna keep me up at night.”

Danny chuckles. “Well if it’ll make you feel better, we can pretend I didn’t mean it.” A quiet pause, and Danny thinks he’s about to ruin the moment. “I prefer fish anyway.”

Sam knows he’s trying. Another beat of silence, then he thinks of just the thing to take the edge off.

“I brought you something.” Sam told him before pulling out a necklace from his pants pocket.

Danny’s jaw goes slack. “Are those-“

“The pearls you gave me when I totally saved your ass? Yup. Wait do you even have an ass?”

Danny ignored that last part. “You made this for me?” He asked softly.

“Well I had one of my brothers string ‘em up but yeah. Thought they’d look nice on you. Had to tell them it was for myself though so they wouldn’t get suspicious.”

“Thank you.” Is all Danny could offer, eyes tearing just a little.

Sam now came around behind Danny. “Wanna test my theory? See if they suit you as well as I’d hoped?” Danny took the hint and lifted his braid, Sam wrapping the pearls around his neck and hooking the clasp. He crawled back to Danny’s side.

Danny looked straight into his eyes, and Sam felt his breath hitch ever so slightly. “You look really beautiful.” He managed, absolutely in awe of the boy before him, golden skin bathed in dimming sunlight. His hand creeps slowly against the wooden planks, inching towards Danny’s. He gives him a look before opening his palm toward the sky, inviting Danny to join him. Danny gladly obliges.

He doesn’t mean to, but as he slides his hand into Sam’s, his pointed nail pricks into the padding below Sam’s thumb. A sizable gash forms, blood slowly trickling out.

Sam hisses, reflexively pulling his own hand into himself.

“Shit, I’m so sorry” Danny’s quick to apologize.

“It’s okay-“ Sam starts

“Here let me see it.” Danny grabs Sam’s hand, bringing it up to his mouth.

Sam startles a little, not scared, just taken aback really. “What are you doing?”

“Just trust me.” Danny offers. And so Sam does.

Gently laying his lips to Sam’s hand, he starts by licking the wound. He looks up to make eye contact with Sam, pretending not to notice the blush that found its way onto his cheeks. Danny secretly savored that moment. The blood clotted surprisingly quick, stopping the flow. Then Danny drew his claw against his own arm, thick dark drops forming.

“Holy fuck Danny, r-really I’m okay! You don’t have to get even or anything.” Sam protested, eyes wide.

Danny just held up his right hand and told Sam that it was okay. With that he dragged his thumb against the fluid from his arm and grabbed Sam’s hand once again. Sam held his breath as Danny spread his own blood over the wound and gave it a quick kiss. The kiss wasn’t necessary but neither one of them dared comment on the fact.

“Our DNA holds healing properties. Don’t worry about my arm, it’ll scar over within a few minutes.”

Sam caught himself starring at Danny’s lips, stained from the mix of their blood. “You got a little something” and Sam reached out to wipe what he could manage from the boys mouth.

Now Danny was the one starring. Feeling the intensity of moment he decided to distract himself with whatever he could.

“Oh look, your hand’s all scarred over.” A desperate observation on Danny’s part. Jeez why was he so awkward.

He turned his body to face the setting sun and glued his eyes to his tail, too terrified to look in Sam’s direction. Which is odd considering most of his humanly interactions before meeting Sam involved literal murder.

“Danny..” Sam reached out to grab Danny’s hand and waited for the siren to meet his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, Sam lifted the hand up to his own mouth to give it a sweet kiss.

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Giving myself brainrot over these two- think I might draw them

THIS IS MY FAVORITE THIS IS MY FAVORITE I AM LOSING MY SHIT I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM

@streamsofstardust BEHOLD

#ur witerally a fweaking genius #sam you have a crush on a very sexy fish man and yknow what i get it #nothing about this is platonic

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lost4pandora · 1 year

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Posting another fic, same concept with the Lucario but a human and they're gonna rescue First because I said so. This is kinda more of an oc insert type of deal because writing X Readers is much harder than it looks. Either way, I hope you all enjoy!

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See This Link Right Here? Yeah This Is Mine Now

Frail. Weak. Despondent.

An energy unbefitting of one who should be free.

That's what you thought.

You were chased by the enemy into yet another portal, confused by sudden screams and shouts, the blur of different auras zooming across your vision. Before you knew it, you had been launched to a different place via the mystic swirl of crimson and ebony. And now you stand before a castle, so tall did its walls of stone loom over you, casting a long and dark shadow as the sun moves slowly across the sky.

You never truly liked castles, you didn't like how cold they felt. How it restrained the free, repressed the wild, ridiculed the wayward. It was just a prison, to you. Harsh and unforgiving.

So when you felt such a helpless aura from beneath the icy stone, you couldn't help but follow it. The closer you drew towards it, the more familiar it felt. It was as if you knew this soul yet didn't, a sense of deja vu in some sense. Buried underneath the despair and weakness, this soul burned with courage, armed with a mettle not seen in many.

That's when it registered in your mind. It felt like your friends, the heroes that have guarded Hyrule for centuries to millennia. Knowing this, it only fueled you to want to find the hero faster. You must.

So quietly did you sneak through the cracks in the castle's walls, so swiftly did you pass the guards who were none the wiser to the intruder that slipped past their defenses. Silent and agile, hiding in the shades of the privileged and the foolish. It didn't take long to find what you were looking for.

A thin and fragile body, wrists held up by shackles of steel as the man hung limp. One would think him dead if not for the shallow and slow breaths he took. His ankles were shackled as well, bare feet standing amongst a cobblestone floor soaked in water and mildew. He wore a green tunic that had seen better days, the fabric ripped in various places, exposing parts of his belly and ribs, skin a sickly pale as his bones showed through thin flesh. His pants fared no better, one leg half torn and the other ripped partially at the hem.

The poor soul had been here a while, the scent of emaciation becoming abundantly clear. You didn't hesitate to pull the hairpin out of your hair, placing the end of it into the cell door lock and twisting it. The mechanism clicked, and you pushed the door open, the hinges nearly screeching in outrage as metal scraped against metal.

The man didn't look up, but did seem noticeably more exhausted, if that were even possible. You slowly approached, equally bare feet stepping across the damp floor. A set of feathers and charms adorned your left ankle, held by a string of leather, the edges dragging across the ground where you walked. You peered below the man's downcast face, blonde bangs obscuring his face from your sight.

You raised your hand up, placing it on the man's cheek. He raised his head, feeling a warmth he hasn't experienced before and the coolness of the silver rings on your fingers. Cold blue eyes met a mask of white, depicting a jackal with lavender and rose gold.

Your mouth hung open slightly in shock, and you wasted no time moving your hands down to the shackles around his ankles and channeled a substantial amount of power into the metal. The metal gleamed with blue cracks before it burst in a flash of light and fell away, the shards ringing as they hit the ground. You did this to the ones around his wrists as well, preparing for when he inevitably fell forward and into your awaiting arms.

You readjusted his body so that his back leaned against one of your arms, moving down to hook your other arm underneath his knees and lifted him up into your embrace. You could feel his bones through his tattered clothing, finding you were both furious and alarmed at how light the man was. You were quick to leave the moldy cell, quietly padding through the hallowed halls of the dungeon as you secure your escape route.

Nobody knew you had taken the prisoner, and they wouldn't until the next guard rotation to feed him. You internally smiled at how outraged they would be when they would find their prisoner gone. But right now you were focused on something else. You were focused on him.

The man hadn't moved much since you took him out of the cell, though that was to be expected. You had no idea how long they kept him locked up, but he was very weak, hence why you needed to carry him.

But once did you notice him blearily open his eyes to look up at the sky, the passing trees, and then you. An assuring smile found its way on your lips, as you looked down at him through the white jackal mask you had on.

"It's okay, you're safe now. I'll take care of you."

And his eyes closed once more, leaning his head on your chest as he was lulled into a dreamless sleep.

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Link woke up to fresh air and soft bedding.

He could hardly move without feeling some sort of pain, his body was too sore to do so. It didn't stop him however, from sitting up to try and examine his surroundings. That's when he felt it, the bandages wrapped around his limbs and body, the subtle scent of a medicinal salve rubbed into his wounds and the tender scarring around his wrists and ankles.

When he finally got the chance to look around, he could see that the sun had begun its descent below the horizon, painting the sky in beautiful shades of tangerine and heliotrope. He was hidden in a small grotto of sorts, if the stone hanging over his head was anything to go by. The ground was covered in moss and grass alike, though he himself sat among a soft fur pelt. Draped over his shoulders was a large coat, white in color whilst the inside was lined with velvety fur.

A fire crackled and burned some feet away from him, close enough to keep him warm but far enough so the embers wouldn't sear his already fragile skin. In a wooden bowl before him was a small loaf of bread and warm food, the scent of cooked beef and potatoes flooding his nose and making his mouth water. He wanted to reach out to take it, but hesitated.

No, this was another dream again, wasn't it? Link would get those every once in a while. He'd dream that he was finally out of that dingy cell below the castle and could wander the world once more.

Link shook his head, and gingerly wrapped his trembling hands around the bowl, savoring the warmth that emanated from the wood. He plucked out the loaf and took a slow bite, tearing a chunk off and started chewing. Sweet, the bread was sweet. It's been so long since he's tasted anything even remotely sweet.

He bit into the beef next, soaking his tongue in the flavor it had. The potatoes had the same amount of taste to it, and Link swore he could almost cry. If this was truly a dream, then he wanted it to last for as long as he could manage it. The feeling was too nice to let go of so quickly.

"Sweet astrals, if I didn't make that myself I would've thought that you were eating Wild's cooking."

Link's head snapped toward the origin of the mysterious, smooth voice. He was met with bicolored eyes of silver and umber, gazing at him in amusement. Snowy curls bellowed around the newcomer's head, spilling over their shoulders and back like clouds rolling across the sky. A few braids here, some feathers and charms there, but what caught Link's eye was the white jackal mask that hung from the side of the belt on their hip.

"It's you…!"

He flinched at the sound of his own voice, hoarse from years without use. The stranger's smile never faltered though, they tilted their head at him.

"Hello there, my name is Compass," they introduced, before adding. "Well, it's not actually, but it's what my friends of the minute have taken to calling me."

They continued to speak. "And if you hadn't already guessed, I'm the one who got you out of that moonblasted cell they had you in."

So you were the one who rescued him. The soothing voice assuring him he was safe, the tranquil energy that made him feel so very warm. You saved him.

"Your name is Link, right?"

He slowly nodded his head, not really questioning how this stranger knew his name. He moved to sit up more as the coat over his shoulders shifted forward and covered his thin frame.

Compass hummed and pressed their forefinger and thumb against their chin thoughtfully, propping their elbow against their other arm tucked underneath their chest. They looked like they were trying to decide something, their eyes closed in contemplation. They seemed somewhat troubled, over what he didn't know.

"Well, I know we just met and all, but I don't really like the idea of leaving you alone, especially in your current state," Compass said. "It also doesn't help that the situation I'm about to explain to you is going to make me sound like I've gone off the deep end. So, please, if I'm ever going to ask something of you, it's going to be that you bear with me?"

And he didn't see any reason why he shouldn't.

#pandora writes #linked universe #lu first #i just think first is neat #and he deserves to be saved #so why not be saved by lucario but human #seems pretty reasonable to me

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unhingedselfships · 1 year

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Sushi.

He was taking her out for sushi.

Just as friends of course! This wasn't like, a date-date. It was a friend-date.

Totally different.

Good luck explaining that to anyone else.

She internally deflated at the thought.

Sure they were kinda weirdly close and codependent but. She was just really weird. And seriously, why couldn't men and women just be friends?

He glanced at her borderline constipated look and raised a brow. Catching his eyes, her face relaxed and she blinked at him, mouth forming a small 'o' at having been caught in ponderings.

Smiling awkwardly she shook her head, an absent sort of "it's nothing I'm fine" gesture.

He shrugged, and continued prattling on about the specific location he"d brought her to as they were led back to a more private area.

Fucking. Sushi.

She smiled politely at the waitress, let Kadokura pull out her chair for her and play the part of gentleman. She trusted him to order a drink she could tolerate, and accepted that she'd have to weather his pout if she couldn't.

It was obvious by the way he eyed her in mild curious bemusement that he'd noticed how stiff she was. But he was, when he wanted to be, patient. If there was an issue, either she'd tell him, or she'd suck it up. He didn't really care either way.

Bringing the drinks and menus, the wait staff was there and gone again. She'd be back for their order sheets when Kadokura waved her down.

Kimi stared in more than slight consternation at the fancy paper.

After hemming and hawing quietly for a moment, she finally worked up her nerve.

"Um, Kenshi?"

He "hmm'd" at her, barely glancing up as he looked over the rolls available at the moment.

"I have a confession," she was so clearly uncomfortable.

That gave him pause and he finally looked up at her fully. Politely folding his hands and giving her his full focus, in that somehow both attentive and mocking way of his, he waited for her to continue.

"Yes, Kimberly?" he gave her nerves the full gravity they deserved. That is to say, he was at least half teasing her under a facade of complete propriety.

Rude.

She scrunched her nose at him, knowing very well what he was doing before deflating. She fidgeted and seemed to struggle, and truly, he was actually beginning to feel a bit of genuine anticipation.

"Well um, you see, I," she spoke in fits and starts, and he nodded at her in mock encouragement.

"This is a bit odd. Especially. Well here in Japan. I know. Well I. I moved here and all-"

"Yes, go on, you can do it," the corner of his mouth just barely curled into the start of a smirk.

With a flustered huff she spat out, "I fucking hate fish!"

He froze and blinked at her. Minute spasms crossed his face, and a single canine pinned his lower lip in place.

"Hate it. Seafood of any kind. Fish is gross. Don't even get me started on crabs or shrimp, fucking. Ocean bugs." She shuddered dramatically and he was delighted to note it was not at all faked.

His shoulders twitched almost violently and made a cut off sort of choking noise and her rant cut off abruptly as she blinked, wide eyed, at him.

And he lost it. The glasses jumped slightly and landed with a rattle as his elbow met the table. He supported his head with his hand, face concealed as he trembled.

"Um, Kensh-"

She was cut off by his sudden cackle as he completely lost it.

It was several moments that she watched him in embarrassed silence as he laughed and wheezed. He gasped a bit and wiped at his eyes as he caught his breath and calmed down.

"If you hate fish so much, why did you agree to come out for sushi, princess."

She scowled at him, lips pouty and nose scrunched, "I didn't want to be rude or ungrateful," in her irritation she tried to aim for something to annoy him, "You know Majima calls me that."

He blinked at the sudden introduction to the topic, "huh?"

"Princess. You call me that when you think I'm being a priss about something. Majima-sama does the same thing."

It was his turn to scowl lightly, annoyed at the comparison before a thought struck him.

"Hey! You never call me 'sama'!"

She flushed slightly, "Ah well. It's. Not really about respect so much as uh…"

He gestured for her to continue with an impatient wave as she trailed off.

"Well. He just. He gets really adorably flustered when I call him that," she wouldn't meet his gaze, pouting harder yet off to the side.

He choked back another laugh, it was honestly a bit of a painful sound, "Does your beloved husband know that yo-"

She cut him off, "Want to fuck his subordinate? Yes. Yes he does."

He blinked at her, and would have been more annoyed had he not been in such a good mood, and had that been a bit less abrupt and surprising.

"Really?" he was vaguely fascinated.

"Mmhmm," she hummed an affirmative, still looking anywhere but him, "there isn't much we don't share. He doesn't mind it. It would be a whole other conversation if I wanted to try acting on it but. For now at least, it's not really important." She shrugged.

"Huh. That's. Interesting," what a curious thing to learn. And use against her at some point. Somehow. He was creative, he'd figure it out. If only for the fun of fucking with her.

Not to mention he'd have to tease Daigo-chan with it. What an unexpected dynamic. How surprising.

"So anyway yeah," she fidgeted a bit, "I just really don't like fish. I can cook it, and I'm good at like, uh, quality control? But I hate it."

Shaking his head at her he asked, "Then why did you agree to this?"

"I told you, I didn't want to be rude! And I wanted to spend time with you. You're…" she trailed off, and he noted she was being reticent about something, "well you're you. I like spending time with you."

Something to poke at later he supposed. He was enjoying himself too much to take the chance on uncovering something displeasing.

"I kind of figured I could just order, I don't know soup? Or something fried?" she continued the thought, looking over the menu with a soft frown, "Maybe not though."

Snorting he grinned wolfishly at her, "If I throw enough money at them, they'll make you any damn thing you want. Princess."

#yakkimi #kadokura-verse 2.0 #drabble #one shot

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jia-shen · 4 months

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N°3: the Elevator is Out of Use

The following day came and Ying woke up feeling a bit more sluggish than normal, his mind couldn’t focus on anything, he’d feel faint when initially standing up and he didn’t seem to have much of an appetite either.

Nevertheless, the man carried on; today Caelus had told him that they would be meeting the candidates that would possibly do the rest of the shoots with him. If Ying wanted to truly start his life over, that included earning a living like everyone else.

Luckily for the redhead, the ride on the bus helped him rest up a bit, almost drifting off in his sleep. Which he probably could have, that is, if it weren’t for the couple arguing so much it had everyone choking on the air.

Ying found himself thanking the gods when he was finally off the bus. The outside welcomed him with its fresh air; the skies were clear that afternoon, with the sun’s heat bringing comfort in the midst of the season’s cool temperatures.

“Good! you’re here!” Caelus greeted, rushing Kalo into the studio. Rather than annoyance or impatience, it seemed the stylish man was eager to show the redhead something. And this something was pretty hard to miss once inside.

In front of the backdrop was a tall man, his frame having a delicate look to it, yet nothing else gave off the impression of such demeanor.

His eyes were a light color, eyes downcast with a look of arrogance. He had an eyebrow raised the same side his mouth curved up in a smirk. His nose was well proportioned to his face, not particularly narrow, and the tip a tad fleshy. The man had pecan brown hair, reaching to his shoulders that complemented his golden, walnut complexion. His shoulders weren’t too broad, and his chest was a focal point no matter the angle, or rather— Ying couldn’t stop looking at it.

“Come, meet Vinu! Vinu, this is Ying, your potential partner for the upcoming shoot.” Caelus introduced them. Ying gave a small bow with his neck while the other man moved from the backdrop to shake the redhead’s hand.

The walnut man’s eyes widened a bit, as if something came over him during their momentary touch, but quickly tried to brush it off. Vinu looked over and gave Caelus a particular signal through his eyes, telling the latter there was something obvious that needed to be addressed when they weren’t in the presence of Ying.

“You know… you’re kinda cute~” Ying purred, batting his eyes as he gazed over at the other man.

“Oh yeah..?” Vinu said, in a low, sultry voice, his body moving closer to Ying’s.

“Yeah.. maybe… you could take me out sometime…?” Ying asked, lifting a hand so his fingers delicately inched their way up the man’s shirt.

“Guys! This isn’t a blind date! This is strictly work! So chill out!” Caelus interrupted, pushing himself between the two and swatting Ying’s hand back down. “I haven't even decided if Vinu will be your partner for the shoot!” he added.

Ying’s brows furrowed slightly before speaking, “Who else is showing up?”

“An old friend. No one else was available on such short notice.” Caelus casually responded.

The mere mention of an old friend gave the redhead the urge to flee immediately, but he needed to think rationally; it had been 15 years. An ‘old friend’ included those from college, colleagues, etc; not only high school and before.

With that way of seeing the situation at hand, Ying tried his best to stay calm, pinching the hem of his shirt a bit, that being the only thing that gave away his nervous energy; the rest of his demeanor was as usual, eyes lively and animated as ever.

“We’ll just take a few pictures right now while we wait for him. I'd like to compare shots later.” The stylish man said, casually flipping his hand up and down before having them go to the backdrop.

“Aiden, I’m thinking we should go with something sensual; show the viewers a chemistry of sorts between the two models. Nothing too extreme, of course.”

The photographer gave a silent nod, acknowledging the other’s request, “Got it.”. Caelus walked out with a satisfied grin before making a call, probably to whoever the old friend was that hadn’t arrived yet.

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When the two men began their shoot, they immediately noticed it was as if Caelus had picked the perfect pair, possibly too perfect. Both gave off a similar air of confidence. Untamed yet willingly taking more subdued pictures, except... the subdued energy didn't last for long.

Their body’s expressed a need for more; The way Vinu’s hand hooked the redhead’s hip closer to his own or how Ying pressed himself up against the walnut man’s chest. His half lid eyes and Vinu’s fiery gaze as they held each other told it all.

Caelus found himself and the photographers occasionally clearing their throats in hopes the other two men would tone it down. If it wasn’t for their attempts, Ying would’ve gone further than just sliding his hand up the other’s thighs in some of the pictures.

There was certainly no way these types of pictures could be used for this set of clothes; the photos weren’t intended to be this intense with heat.

Although, the one thing that truly bothered Caelus was: why was Vinu letting his attraction interfere so much with his work? Caelus had had Vinu pose with other people he was attracted to in the past and he was never this obvious about it.

Ying on the other hand, had no real intention getting intimate at all with Vinu, he simply was in a flirtatious mood is all! It wasn’t the other in particular, he could’ve flirted with anyone, honest! but he did enjoy Vinu’s receptiveness…

After a few more takes, Caelus had enough and told Aiden this would be their last one. They’d just wait until his second candidate arrived. With that, the pair tried to tone it down a little, but Vinu’s lip biting wasn’t as subtle as he thought it was and Ying couldn’t hold back from chuckling when he noticed.

All the while everyone was focused on the flirtatious pair, they had failed to realize when their awaited guest arrived quietly into the studio.

Vinu was the first to notice, his far gaze turning everyone else’s head in the same direction. The guest’s movements were fluid and graceful as he walked before stopping next to Caelus.

When Ying’s eyes fell on the man, all his attention shifted only to him; he felt as if he couldn’t breathe until he fully gazed at and inspected all of this man.

His attire was dressy casual, a very pale blue button up and grey slacks with dress shoes to match. A part of Ying ached to see the body beneath those cloths. He was tall and lean, fingers long and slender with a surprisingly graceful neck for a man, much like a swan’s.

His hair was short and jet black, parted to one side more than the other, the hairs delicately framing his face; they looked really soft.

The graceful man had a calm expression, looking down at his wrists to tidy them up, but when the man’s eyes flicked up, locking with Ying’s, that's when the redhead really felt himself freeze up.

“His eyes.” Ying thought.

They were the eyes of none other than Ivris Aetos himself! The left was an icy, translucent jade green and the other a warm golden brown; he could never forget such unique eyes, but most importantly, Ying couldn’t believe they were staring back at him now after so many years, especially with such intensity.

“Ah.” he managed to utter.

Abruptly, the redhead shoved Vinu to free himself from the latter’s embrace; he wasn’t sure what to do, not in front of Ivris especially! How could he when in front of the man he annoyed the most before he left secondary school? He had to get out of there!

“I think I need some water…” Ying said while dashing past the other four men so fast, one could barely understand what he said before disappearing. Running out the studio doors and down the hall, the redhead felt his cheeks beginning to burn while his chest pounded.

“It’s impossible! How- Why did he come?! Why is he here? Why did he agree to this? But… but when did he get so… hot?! Did he know the other model was me?”

The studio where they did their photoshoots was a few levels above the ground floor, so Ying dashed to the stairwell, quickly trying to reach the bottom, but after the second flight, his body was already beginning to give out, forcing him to take a break.

He bent his body over, hands holding onto his knees as he attempted to catch his breath. It was insane how bad his lungs were with how much they ached right then.

Ying reached for his phone, which he usually kept in his back pocket, but when he felt for it, the redhead came out empty. It seemed he had left it back upstairs, but there was no way he could go back; he would only embarrass himself further in front of Ivris.

He didn't even know what the people from 15 years ago thought about him now.

The redhead stood back up and sighed.

“Well. it's not like any of them thought of me fondly back then, so what do I have to be embarrassed about now?”

“But I don't wanna walk all that way up again…” Ying whined to himself.

Even so, the redhead turned back, but he wasn’t going to run this time; he didn’t have that type of energy anymore! They could simply wait for him to get back.

At a languid pace, he began to climb up the stairs he had just ran down from, but the more he walked, the more his body felt hotter by the second, almost as if he was developing a fever; it made his walk up even harder.

“Fuck…” he huffed. His feet practically dragged, trudging even. He was glad no one else seemed to be taking the stairs.

“Wait… Shouldn't there be an elevator somewhere?”

With the feeling of a band wrapped around his head, Ying really couldn’t think at all, much less answer his own question. His focus seemed to narrow, vision seeing less and less than before, he was so uneasy and hot it was almost nauseating.

“I need to lie down…” he thought.

Although, his body had already reached its limits. Without much choice in the matter, Ying’s knees buckled, propelling the rest of his body forward into collapsing, but rather than crashing onto the rocky, concrete material of the stairs, two arms caught him, but he didn’t know whose or where these arms came from and frankly, he didn’t even know they were there at all; not until after waking from his fainting spell.

#WLFD: W #W: CH3

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thedarkmistress16 · 1 year

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Since Y'all Liked the Last One Here's a More General Yan! Inspired Blurb

Feel free to insert whomever tickles your fancy here- this kinda went in a different direction than I was expecting but I like it.

She had no idea what to do with the package on her counter. No one she knew would do something like this. Even after reading the note attached, she was left even more befuddled. It confirmed that her suspicions were accurate in the worst sense possible. At least, she thinks it does?

On the one hand, the paper was filled with endearments that made her innocent heart stutter stupidly. She must’ve spent a good minute re-reading the same lines over again as her imagination ran wild with a fantastical, perfect individual doing such things with her. And it’s not like the writer hinted that anything bad would happen if she leaked this information to anyone. However…

I’m always watching, :)

The chills came back full force from that sentence. She should have no fuzzy feelings leftover from something toeing a dangerous line, especially with that sort of context. Was she being pranked? By someone she didn’t know?

She turned around to face the mysterious box where only her first name was clearly scrawled on the surface. She paused, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth before releasing it. Regardless of how common or not her name was, there were other people who had it, and it was not a solid reason to assume it was intended for her. If it truly wasn’t meant for her eyes, then it wasn’t her business to open in the first place. But if that was the case… why was it at her doorstep?

She ran her thumb over the paper, cringing at herself. She already ripped open the envelope, so maybe opening the rest wouldn’t do too much more harm. The sender could always ship it again when he found out the recipient never got it. After all, mail gets mixed up all the time! She hated herself for defending her next action like this, but now she was really curious as to what was inside.

Well, she definitely wasn’t expecting to uncover a black garment underneath that tissue paper. She finds the straps and hooks them under her fingers to lift the dress gently, memorized with how smoothly her thumb glides over the material. It is somehow, a style and fit she would ponder wearing from behind a pane of glass and would either try it on for fun or go on about her day. A fleeting glance down toward the hem of the fabric had garnered another look toward the box. She had momentarily forgotten about it through her enthrallment, and it seems there were more things that were yet to be discovered past the letter and outfit.

It was a manilla envelope with some weight to it that had caught her eye. When she shook it, she could hear the shuffling and thunks of some type of paper inside. Pretty unsuspecting, but then again, so were the earlier finds. But since there was a very stunning dress inside, how bad could the contents of a mere folder be? Her mind flitted toward the letter for a brief moment, but she shrugged it away and popped open the seal.

It took more than a few seconds to understand what she was looking at after she poured what were photos into her hands- the Polaroid kind, with the white borders. Not only could she not tell what was photographed to due the minuscule size of the photo itself- which was likely made by the smallest camera make in existence- but they were shot terribly. Everything was blurred, and she felt her head spin the more she had to squint. She was able to pick up a few clues, however, like a couple of signs of buildings and streets she recognized. She was able to decipher people next, from the mop of hair on their heads and the silhouette of their clothes.

She blinked, now noticing the same color atop one person across other Polaroids despite the varying styles in each. Then she was struggling to place why she felt familiarity when gazing upon the outfits, even though she was still unsure of what the full picture entailed. One of the photos slipped through her fingers and dropped back into the opened cardboard, and startled her out of her reverie like a plate shattering on a tiled floor. She shuffled around the remaining photographs into a more manageable pile and used her free hand to pick up the fallen photo, turning it over.

Her heart caught in her throat and her grip loosened on the rest of the pictures. They fell out of her hand as she gazed upon the only Polaroid that was shot crystal clear. She quickly looked toward the others now scattered all over the box, and more pieces of the puzzle began to fit together and with each passing second. She wished it didn’t and her body wanted to project her breakfast the more she stared into the truth. She opted to release a string of expletives instead.

Well, one thing was for sure, as the shadowed figure hunched behind a bush under the kitchen window of the recipient sermonized, it was definitely for her.

Bonus:

Recipient: Wow I package I wonder who it's from! *opens it*

Shadowy figure:

This was literally my inspo for this XD

#moi writing #yandere x reader #yandere #x reader

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quindolyn · 3 years

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The Little Slut Did It || Poly!Marauders

Word Count: 3871

A/N: Happy birthday @st0nesnglitter, I love you so much and I really hope you find a place to get your nipples pierced. You are quite possibly one of my favorite people and I probably wouldn't have stayed around Tumblr if it weren't for you. Hope you like it Petal :)

Warnings: Band!Marauders kinda except I didn't really develop it because when I asked Bo what they wanted they said sex and ask and they shall receive, Dom! Sirius and Remus, switch!James, sub!reader, degradation, praise, crying, vaginal penetration, oral (male receiving), a hand job, I think that's it? It's also like half proof read and as I write this it's past my bed time

Also this should be using them/them pronouns with the inclusion of feminine descriptors and nicknames but if I made mistakes please tell me so I can fix

All acts are consensual and while the characters do not discuss it there is a safe word in place.

You were infuriating.

At least Sirius Black thought so. Hunched over a sheet of paper mostly consisting of fragments of lyrics that sounded better in his head then they did out loud, the raven-haired boy found himself struggling to maintain focus on the matter at hand.

Remus sat to his left, long legs taking up the entirety of the three person sofa as he thought aloud. James, to Sirius’ right, listening intently and offering ideas when inspiration came from Remus’ words. While the two boys’ progress was substantial, songs between the three boys were best written when Sirius was involved. With a brain working at a million miles an hour and inhibitions long lost to his school years where he often made a fool, a very handsome fool, of himself it was Sirius’ fearless neverending flow of ideas that truly propelled the songwriting process.

But Jesus Christ was it hard to think when all his mind seemed to want to focus on was your figure, leaning against the strong muscle of James’ impossibly broad shoulder you were the picture of sex.

At least to Sirius’ filthy perverted mind you were.

It was these late night sessions where you insisted on staying with your boys until two, three, hell four in the morning that you were granted the rare opportunity to indulge in the same mortal sins that while they relentlessly enjoyed, your boys had deemed you simply too pure to be corrupted by.

Tumbler of whiskey cradled in your delicate hands you brought the crystal glass to your lips, taking a swig of the sinful drink before bringing the glass back to rest in your lap. Unbeknownst to you you’d left a droplet of amber liquid to rest upon your lips giving Sirius the strongest urge to pull you into a kiss so as to taste the bitter alcohol off your impossibly sweet lips.

“Fuck, puppy,” The man grumbled, pulling your attention from where your fingers mindlessly playing with the hem of James’ paper thin shirt while also bringing the other two males’ conversation to a halt.

Lounging against the plush loveseat Sirius beckoned you to him with the lazy flick of his wrist. Brushing the various papers off his lap his piercing silver eyes remained locked on your figure as you meekly approached him, having sat longer than you’d thought your legs were stiff, inhibiting your gait.

Remus eyed Sirius, brow raised as he wondered just what the notoriously mischievous man was up to. James too tracked your figure as you crossed the few feet to the love seat.

Upon standing in front of Sirius his strong hand reached up, cupping the side of your face in his hand, gently but unyieldingly pulling your face down to his. Without abandon Sirius’ tongue pushed through your already slightly agape lips, moaning as the taste of whiskey bled across his taste buds. It was so contradictory to the soft, plushness of your lips and the tender hold your hand claimed over his wrist that you had his mind spinning. While you were unaware of the affect you had over the man he was all too aware of how his behavior impacted you as you melted into his hold.

He deepened the kiss, his hand on your face cupping harder as his other arm wrapped around your waist, with a strength you wouldn’t attribute to the lean boy if you didn’t know any better, he pulled you in so that you were forced to collapse against his chest, knees moving to straddle his lap.

A pang of pleasure pooled in your tummy at the forcefulness of his actions, complimented by the fact that the whole occurrence was abrupt, not knowing that Sirius had been stewing over your enticing figure the entire night, you couldn’t help but whimper into the expanse of his mouth.

As he began to pull away from you you let out a frustrated huff, trying to follow his lips as he reclined back in his seat but were stopped by his hand moving to clasp your chin in his hand.

“You know how distracting you are, sitting there next to Jamie, clinging to him like that, puppy?” His heavily hooded eyes greedily took in you straddling his hips, eagerly leaning into his touch with wide eyes as you contemplated his question.

“Distracting?” You asked innocently, as though the thought had never dawned on you, which truthly it hadn’t. You hadn’t even been doing anything explicitly provocative to excite the boy, simply keeping yourself occupied. Your confusion really should’ve lessened by this point in your relationship with the three boys as it was common knowledge that almost anything could get Sirius hard. But yet, every time you were perplexed as to just what had gotten the boy so worked up. All three boys couldn’t help but find your innocence intoxicating.

Slender, ring clad fingers, slipped from the curve of your waist to grasp harshly at your hips, forcefully Sirius used his hold on you to roll your hips against his.

You inhaled sharply in attempts to suppress a whine that threatened to escape your from your lips, Sirius’ actions allowing his growing erection to press perfectly against your clothed cunt.

“You feel how hard you made me, you little tease?” Sirius growled as he made quick work of the t-shirt you’d stolen from James, pulling the soft cotton over your head, letting the useless fabric fall to the floor behind you. This left you in only a pair of panties that Sirius seemed to have no problem simply shoving aside.

The juxtaposition of the harsh cold of the metal of Sirius’ rings against the warmth of your tits had you mewling and thrusting your chest into his touch. Alternating between palming your tits and slender fingers plucking your nipples into pretty little buds Sirius took his time in painting your tits in pretty bruises with his rough handling of you.

“Can’t concentrate on helping Prongs and Moony when you’re teasing me by looking like such a perfect little slut, now that’s not fair to our boys is it puppy?”

You shook your head fervently, becoming needier and needier by the minute as the insistence of Sirius’ hardening cock pressing teasingly against your clothes cunt propelled your spiral into subspace.

Not pleased with your answer the dark haired boy delivered a harsh slap to the plushness of your tit, “Use your words slut.”

“No Daddy, s’not fair m’sorry!” You cried out, the string Sirius’ palm left against your skin making your head spin at the wrongness of just how good it felt.

“You wanna help Daddy concentrate, pretty puppy?” The sneer on his lips went unregistered by your cloudy mind as you were only able to focus on the prospect of helping your Daddy.

“Yes Daddy, wanna help.” The disbelieving scoff released by the sandy-haired boy next to you also went unregistered as he remarked at just how easy it was to get you so fucking needy.

“That’s a good puppy,” Sirius cooed as he watched lust swirl in your glassy irises, “You gonna help Daddy take off his pants or are you so fucking useless I’ll have to do it myself?”

Caught off guard by the boy’s rapid pivot from praise to ruthless degradation you were left, opening and closing your mouth helplessly as you struggled desperately for the words.

“Aw, is my poor little Princess dumb already, guess I’ll have to take these off myself then huh?”

“No Daddy,” You insisted, scrambling to prove yourself not only to Sirius but to the two other men who observed your every move, “Not useless, not dumb, I can do it!”

Your hands flew to the buckle of his belt, even in your cloudy mindset muscle memory kicked in, making rather impressive time as you managed to free his cock from the confines of his pants and boxers.

You stared wide eyed down at his weeping erection as you gently cradled his throbbing cock in your small hands.

“They might really be dumb,” Remus chimed in, he and James’ attentions both still focused in on the exchange between you and their boyfriend, “Can only stare at your cock.”

“It goes inside of you, love,” James quipped helpfully from behind you, a rueful smile painted against his impossibly pink lips.

The curly haired boy’s words snapped you from the foggy confines of your mind, eyes snapping up to meet Sirius’ lust sodden gaze.

“C-Can I, Daddy?”

“Fucking waiting for you to puppy, Daddy’s cock belongs in his baby’s cunt doesn’t it?”

Agreements spilled from your lips as you rushed to position the head of his member against the pulsing entrance of your pussy. You squirmed as you struggled to align the two, accidentally swiping his head through your sopping folds.

“Come on you useless whore,” He grunted before harshly jolting your hips to align himself with your hole, pushing into the warmth of your cunt without a second thought.

You cried out at the sudden intrusion, overwhelmed by the pleasure brought by your tight ribbed walls stretching to accommodate his thick length, prodding against the deepest spots inside of you. Even though he wasn’t aiming for it, with the subtle curve of his prick the son of a bitch still managed to brush against your g-spot.

“Oh come on Princess, how’s Daddy supposed to concentrate on writing if you’re gonna be that loud?”

“Don’t think they care Pads, little slut’s too focused on their own pleasure to give a damn about helping you anymore.”

“Prongs is right, just a greedy little whore.”

The mocking words of the other two boys had you collapsing against the clothed surface of Sirius’ chest, his large hand gravitating to the small of your back to anchor you to him.

“Puppy, if Daddy lets you cum as many times as you want, do you promise to stay quiet for him?”

The man’s proposal had your head flying off of his shoulder, nodding eagerly as your eyes flooded with excitement. It wasn’t usually Sirius’ prerogative to grant you permission to cum so freely, always more enjoying dangling the promise of orgasm in front of your face before ripping it away from you.

“So what are you gonna do baby?”

“Stay quiet for Daddy.” You parroted.

“Good girl, now go ahead and bounce on Daddy’s dick, just like this baby,” Using his hold on your hips to guide you Sirius helped you set an excruciatingly slow rhythm. Once he was confident that you had it, one hand collected a piece of paper and pen from the cushion next to him while the other snaked back around to your clit, mindlessly playing with the sensitive nub as conversation resumed between the three boys.

You focused every ounce of energy on maintaining the pace Sirius had set for you, not wanting to accidentally speed up and face Sirius’ wrath for having disobeyed him.

Sweat began to bead at your forehead as you maintained the painfully slow pace you were determined to adhere to, the effort to not go faster eating away at your composure. Combined with Sirius’ ministrations on your clit, expertly flicking the bundle of nerves before pinching it between the pads of his fingers, you were brought to the precipice of orgasm in record time.

With your mind so cloudy you’d forgotten that you’d been granted permission to cum liberally, the usual permission from one of your boys not necessitated at the moment. Remembering this, you allowed yourself to focus on the pleasure in your abdomen to bubble over, digging your nails into the dark fabric covering Sirius’ shoulders to anchor yourself as the intensity of your orgasm stole the breath from your lungs. Your vision went black, whether that was because you’d buried your visage into Sirius’ shoulder or because your pleasure was that overwhelming, you couldn’t say, the only thing you could attest to was the way the head of Sirius’ cock was unrelenting as it remained pressed firmly against your most sensitive spot.

As you came down from your orgasm you subconsciously stilled on Sirius’ cock, pussy pulsing around his prick. You were alerted to your mistake as the belligerent boy delivered a harsh slap against the soft cushion of your bum, no doubt leaving the imprint of his hand behind.

You squeaked at the sudden pain before summoning your energy and strength to resume your movement, ignoring the tendrils of pleasure as overstimulation began to seep into them making the pleasure nearly unbearable as it overwhelmed your every nerve.

Your determination to continue with Sirius’ ministrations had you bordering on a second orgasm in a matter of minutes. This one being even more intense than the first as you quite literally spasmed around his cock, throwing your head back in pleasure as your hips bucked uselessly against his in attempts to get him further inside of you, as though the pleasure you were experiencing right then wasn’t already because the spongy head of his cock was pressing directly against your g-spot.

In the bliss of your second orgasm you were too overwhelmed to register moans and whines that fell from your lips, instead focused on the way your nerves seemed to explode as wave after wave of pleasure roared through your body. Each wave seemed to submerge you deeper and deeper into your cloudy headspace where even the taunting of Sirius’ voice didn’t register in your mind.

It was only when you were ripped from the warmth of Sirius’ chest that your eyes fluttered back open and you acknowledged the look of disdain painted across Sirius’ aristocratic features.

“D-Daddy?”

“What the fuck did I tell you? Gave you one rule, one. Keep that little mouth of yours fucking shut but couldn’t even do that could you?”

“Daddy,” You whined again.

“No, do one thing right and shut your mouth slut,” As you opened your mouth to launch your rebuttal Sirius took the opportunity to press his fore and middle fingers against the flat of your tongue before pushing the digits further down your throat.

You gagged at the sudden intrusion as you struggled to adjust to the tips of his well manicured fingers prodding against the back of your throat.

“Look at that,” Sirius jerked your head to the side so that you were angled towards James, “Look what you did to poor Jamesie’s cock, listening to you be such a dirty little thing got m’baby boy all hard.”

James let out a keening whimper as Sirius spoke about him as though he wasn’t even in the room, instead only addressing you who made a very pretty picture splayed over Sirius’ lap. The poor boy was left to fidget in his seat, so desperately seeking the release of his palm against his clothed cock, but knowing better as Remus scrutinized him, searching for even a hint of disobedience.

“Does your cock hurt, Prongs?” Came Remus’ baritone, laced with sympathy as he drank in the image of the boy spread out before him.

“Our baby girl’s just so pretty, Remmy, makes such pretty noises. Tried not to listen I promise but was too distracting,” The bespectacled boy pleaded with the scarred boy, wanting to impress upon him the fact that he was indeed his good boy.

“Oh I know you didn’t Jamie, the bitch’s moans got me hard too,” You were unable to turn your head to see that Remus’ cock was indeed straining against his pants but both James and Sirius’ eyes fell to Remus’ lap where his grey sweatpants tented impressively.

“Can’t focus Daddy, it hurts,” James mindlessly babled as his eyes dropped to where you and Sirius were connected, licking his lips as he imagined licking the slick off your thighs.

“You see what you did puppy?” Sirius’ tone was vicious as he pulled your visage back towards him leaving your back to the other two boys.

“Made Jamie hard,” You sniffled as pain blossomed in your jaw thanks to the tightening of Sirius’ grip.

“That’s right puppy, couldn’t follow the one direction I gave you and now poor Jamie hurts,” Sirius redirected his attention to the dark haired boy helplessly squirming in his seat as his breaths grew heavier and heavier.

As if to punish you for your insolence Sirius abruptly bucked his hips up into you, pulling a cry from your throat at the unexpected movement in your already sensitive pussy.

“Fucking useless,” Sirius muttered, “James you know I think the only way to get their to shut up is to get a cock into their mouth. They already love one in their pretty pussy,” To prove his point he rolled your hips against his, drawing a pathetic moan from you, having abandoned any pretense at trying to keep quiet as your foggy mind deemed it simply too much to handle.

You were malleable in Sirius’ grip as he pulled you off his cock, much to your discontent, and with Remus’ assistance turned you around so that your back was to the dark haired male’s chest before letting your greedy cunt envelop Sirius once more.

“Come on Jamie,” Remus beckoned the boy closer to the three of you, “Siri’s right, time puppy puts that little mouth of their's to use.”

As James positioned himself in front of you every fiber of your being itched to reach up and make as quick work as possible of his clothes, needing the solace that being used by the boy would grant you. But alas your wrists were held securely behind your back as Sirius kept you still.

Instead it was Remus who was left to rid the beautiful boy of his clothes, leaving him completely naked. Said boy’s cock stood at attention, bobbing tantalizingly mere inches from your face, but thanks to Sirius’ vice-like grip on your frame you were left to simply salivate from the temptation.

You nearly went cross eyed as the fire simmering in your belly was fueled by the sight of Remus’ large, scarred hand wrapping around the shaft of James’ cock, stroking up and down his length a couple of times as he murmured delicate praises into the boy’s ear.

“Their mouth’s gonna feel so good isn’t it Prongsie? Our good boy deserves it, doesn't he, Pads?”

Sirius hummed his assent, “Especially after the slut’s the one who got him hard in the first place, fucking tease.” He punctuated his harsh remarks as he resumed grinding your hips against his, his grip bruising your delicate skin.

With the very first roll of your hips Sirius still managed to hit spots inside of you that had your mouth dropping open in ecstasy, giving Remus the perfect opportunity to guide James’ aching member into the warm cavern of your mouth.

As soon as you felt the velvety skin of James’ cock against the flat of your tongue you hollowed your cheeks, sucking fervently as the taste of his precum, already leaking in abundance, danced across your tongue. The musky taste erupting across your taste buds had your mouth as wet as your pussy.

A firm slap to your cheek had your eyes ripping open, not having realized you closed them in the first place. You jerked at the sensation, pushing you further down on James’ cock whose length allowed him to brush against the back of your throat causing you to gag around him.

“Fuck,” He groaned as the sounds of you gagging filled the room.

“Is our baby girl gagging on your cock pretty boy?” Remus nipped at the shell of James’ ear and you watched as the small touch sent a shiver through James’ body. Jealousy blossomed in your chest as you sought the same tender affection from the boy whose lap you sat atop of.

Your hands grasped for him as he still held them pinned behind your back, curious as to what you were up to Sirius let you guide his hands to your tits where you urged him to grope your flesh, all the while fighting back tears at the intrusion in your throat.

Remus’ hand had found a place on the back of your skull, keeping your head in place as he urged James to fuck deeper into your mouth, gagging you with every thrust. Your normally caring James seemed too immersed in the pleasure your mouth was providing him to care that he was cutting off your oxygen supply.

Sirius heard your breaths get shallow and panicked and sat up straighter so that his mouth brushed against your pulse point, “Thought we taught you how to not gag on cock, puppy, you know how to breathe through your nose don’t you?”

You tried nodding around James’ member but that only lodged him deeper down your throat, worsening your predicament. Still, you took Sirius’ advice and focused your efforts on breathing through your nose, after a few exhales you found that the burning in your lungs had calmed.

Your gaze flashed upward, the sight of James and Remus engaged in an intense kiss as James’ hand copied the motions Remus had made on his cock just moments before on the other boy’s cock. The two moaned openly into each other’s mouths and that along with the feeling of Sirius’ cock lodged so deeply inside of you had your legs shaking as a third orgasm rushed through you, heightening your pleasure as each touch to your bare skin, each sound in the room, and every drop of James’ cum along your tongue were amplified, all being brought to the forefront of your mind.

The whines you let out with your orgasm had James releasing ones of his own, bucking without abandon into your mouth as the vibrations of your mouth around him made him feral. Any restraint the boy had maintained up until that moment vanished as he fulfilled what Sirius and Remus had encouraged from him, prioritizing his pleasure over your own. Using you like the good little you were.

You tried to pull back from his violently jerking hips but Remus’ hand in your hair was insistent on keeping you firmly on James’ cock.

Having already withstood your pussy spasming around him twice before that night, it was that third orgasm that drove Sirius over the edge with you, his teeth sinking into the skin of your shoulder as he released rope after rope of cum into your cunt.

Upon emptying his load into you Sirius fell back against the cushion of the seat, letting your wrists fall from his grasp as he instead focused on catching his breath.

Immediately, your hands flew to James’ thighs, trying to push him back so that you might be granted some sort of reprieve.

Your actions only served to anger Remus as his grip tightened in your hair, the boy releasing a low growl as he broke away from James’ lips, a string of saliva connecting the two, so that he could lean down to be face to face with you.

Malice glinted in his eyes as he appreciated just how fucked out you looked with the head of James’ cock pressing firmly against the side of your cheek, “Just because Sirius is done using you doesn’t mean we are.”

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Can I ask for a request for draken who has a crush on fem reader who’s the half baby sister of hakkai and yuzuha and she’s practically the princess of toman and no matter how many times he tries to approach her she’s always nervous (kinda like her brother) of being around him b/c she has a huge crush on him and she plans on confessing to him but she sees someone else confessing to him and she gets pretty sad and after that a rival gang notices she’s the princess of toman and decide to harass/hurt her and she ends up in the hospital, draken finds out and is pissed b/c of what happened and he ends up finding the guys who hurt her and he and the others beat the crap out of them after that he ends up confessing to her at the hospital and it ends in fluffy fluff:3

Hi anon! Thank you for the request! I really hope you enjoy it!!

Draken X f!reader (angst to fluff)

TW: mentions of injury, hospitalisation, violence

You could remember the moment you had fallen for the Vice President of Toman. Draken. He had instantly taken your heart and he was all you ever thought about these days.

Being the baby sister of Hakkai (although not fully), you were really close to the lanky male. In fact, you followed him like his much smaller shadow when he would attend Toman meetings. With how often you had turned up alongside the Second Division Vice Captain, you had been adopted as the Princess of Toman. Your cute looks and innocent persona had made everyone feel the need to keep you safe from harm.

Especially Draken. He would even kill a man if it meant you would be safe and happy. The poor boy had developed deep feelings for you, so deep that he would even claim it to be love. This had gone way past a simple infatuation.

To anyone with eyes, they could see how you both were obviously in love with the other but your interactions were awkward to say the least.

Just like your older brother, you had a hard time communicating with the opposite gender. Not so much with Mitsuya or Mikey but anyone else would be victim to your shyness. Stuttering and soft words were evident whenever someone had tried to talk to you apart from those you knew.

Over time, you had gotten better with your shyness with other members of Toman, becoming especially close to Angry (Souya) as you both seemed to be similar. The only person you couldn't talk a single syllable to was Draken.

Draken had tried multiple times to talk to you, to get to know you. But each attempt was met with failure. As soon as he would get close enough to start a conversation with you, you would become flustered. A deep blush took over your face and ears before you would run off to find Hakkai. Ken was confused as he had hardly gotten a simple 'hi' before you had disappeared.

You didn't mean to seem rude. You just felt like your heart would explode if you remained in his presence longer than a few seconds to a minute. He was just so cool and perfect that you had convinced yourself he was way out of your league. But maybe one day you would get the confidence to at least allow your feelings to be known to the tall blond.

That day had finally come. You had finally gathered enough confidence to confess your strong feelings for Ken Ryuguji. Yuzuha had helped you practice what you would say while she dolled you up. She had picked out a cute black skirt with a f/c shirt that went perfectly. Cute is what you thought when you had examined yourself in the body length mirror. Hopefully Draken would think so too.

After another run through with what you would say, Yuzuha handed you your small bag which contained your wallet and phone. You thanked her for all her help before heading to where you knew Draken and Mikey would be. After all, it was lunch time.

It didn't take you long to reach the café, your hands fiddling with the hem of your skirt as you approached nearer. This was it. You were finally going to tell him how you feel and you would find out if he felt the same. If he did, great...if he didn't, you would have to accept it.

Pushing the door open, you were frozen to the spot at the sight that greeted you. At the table where Draken and Mikey were sat, there was a girl who was talking to the vice president. Silently approaching closer, you had caught the words that tumbled out of her mouth.

"I really like you Ryuguji-kun! Please accept my confession!"

That's it. Your world crumbled around you. You were too late. Too naive to believe you were the only one who saw how amazing Draken was. And due to your shyness, you had missed out on telling him your feelings.

Your body had gone into auto pilot as you ran out of the café, tears falling rapidly down your cheeks. How could you be so stupid? Of course Draken wouldn't like someone as awkward as you! He needed someone who was strong and had enough confidence in themselves. Someone the complete opposite of you.

You had been wandering the streets aimlessly for an hour now. All your tears had been shed and you felt empty. You didn't want to head home yet. Not while you were still wallowing.

"Oh hey! It's Toman's princess!" A strange voice called out somewhere behind you. How did they know that nickname? Did everyone know you as this? That you would have to guess was the case as it wasn't long until you were surrounded by high school kids.

You didn't know what to do. You could try to fight but you only knew a little self defense. Thinking about it, you really should have asked Mitsuya or Mikey or even Hakkai to teach you how to fight.

Within moments, before you could truly react, the gang had descended upon you with kicks and punches, knocking the air from your lungs. You had tried to fight back, even succeeding in landing a punch or two on your opponents. However, it only angered them more and the beating intensified.

The gang had left you alone when you could barely stay awake. Your body lay battered on the concrete, bruises and broken bones making themselves known. Maybe it was your lack of energy or maybe it was the intensity of the pain, but your mind had shut itself down causing you to pass out.

The next Toman meeting was that night. Everyone had gathered together at the usual shrine, parking their bikes and engaging in conversations until Mikey would begin his announcements.

Draken was in a pretty foul mood that night. Having received that confession from that girl had really put him on edge. Of course he had rejected her feelings, knowing his heart belonged to Toman's princess. Speaking of Y/N, where was she?

Hakkai had pulled up at the shrine, his face showing just how devastated he felt. Always one to wear his heart on his sleeve after all. He was blaming himself for not being able to protect his baby sister from the fate she had encountered.

Noticing that the lanky boy was on his own, Draken went over to ask about where you were as you never missed a meeting. Hakkai just shook his head, mumbling that he had explained the situation to Taka-chan and Mikey already so he should ask them if he wanted to find out. It wasn't that Hakkai was being rude, he was just emotionally exhausted from having to explain it twice already.

Panic set in Ken's gut but he had no reason why. You were surely safe, right? After all, you would follow Hakkai everywhere and he would protect you with his last breath if needed.

It was during Mikey's announcements that Draken had found out about you being in hospital, placed under a medical coma to help your recovery. No-one knew when and if you would wake up. This news caused Ken's heart to drop to his stomach but also for immense rage to ignite in his chest. He would find the gang that had hurt his princess and make them pay.

Draken along with the rest of Toman had found the gang responsible for your condition within days of your hospitalisation. A huge brawl had occurred which lasted maybe 5 minutes at most. Draken had left no-one conscious, taking his anger out on the scum that dared harm what was his.

Everyone in Toman had decided to visit you once the brawl was over and you were properly avenged. Everyone simply watched as your chest rose and fell with each breath, the only indication you hadn't passed on yet. Draken felt his throat get clogged by the tears and sobs he was holding back. He was the tough vice president after all. He couldn't afford to look weak.

Weeks passed by with Ken spending his time at your bedside, waiting for any sign that you would wake up. He missed seeing your e/c eyes that he could stare into forever. He missed your cute giggles he would hear when you joked around with Angry. He missed you.

Unable to help himself, Draken allowed a few tears to escape past his eyes and roll down his cheek. "Please wake up Y/N. I love you, and I will tell you that everyday when you are back," and with those words, Ken leaned forward to gently brush his lips against yours.

Just like how it happened in fairy tales, your eye lids began to flutter open as Draken pulled back. The poor boy didn't notice you were awake until your hand (which he clutched tightly in his own) began to move slightly. In disbelief, Draken moved his teary gaze to your face where you were smiling back at him. Your cheeks had begun to heat up once you realised that your crush was holding your hand.

"YOU'RE AWAKE!" Ken was so loud that you had to shush him, your voice laced with giggles. Draken was just so happy that you were awake and looking OK that he pulled your face closer to his. Before you knew it, your lips were covered by another pair in a harsh but love filled kiss.

You must have died and gone to heaven, you convinced yourself. Due to that thought, you had the confidence to kiss back, even lifting your hand on his bicep. It was the best feeling you could ever hope to know. Heaven was surely amazing.

"I love you... I love you... I love you..." Draken muttered against your lips in between the soft pecks he was now leaving on you. He was so happy that you had kissed back, almost confirming you felt the same for the blond.

"I love you too..." Your breath came out as a long sigh, your voice dreamy and filled with all your feelings. Ken moved away from your face and relaxed back in the chair he occupied, a grin plastered on his face.

You were finally beginning to focus on where you were. Beeping machines, wires connected to your arm, the distinctive smell of disinfectants. You weren't in heaven after all. You were alive and in the hospital. It was only then that you had realised you had kissed your crush and told him you loved him too.

All the confidence you seemed to have evaporated in an instant. You were left a tomato red and stuttering so much that no words could come up. You had actually confessed and kissed Ken Ryuguji...

It was 2 weeks later when you were discharged from the hospital, accompanied by bandages around your ribs and your new boyfriend. "Make sure you're ready for our date tomorrow babe," Draken whispered in your ear, causing shivers to travel down your spine.

This boy was going to be the death of you.

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