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THE YUMMY STUFF: Age gap, (Daryl is in his late 50s, Reader in her early 30s) Creampies, breeding kink, fingering, bit of cockwarming, just smutty stuff, ...petnames đ, semi-public?? guys they fuck in the church, virgin fem!reader, religious!reader, dont cancel me for this, but religion kink
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Im playing around with a new posting format and I honestly really like it so far! Im just literal dogshit at summaries so I don't necessarily bother with them (I mean at least I try) but eeeerm guys let me know if its cutie AND PLEASE LOOK AT MY BLOG PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I CHANGED THAT TOO
So after scrolling through the mounds of unanswered asks I have, I found this one and it reminded me of a conversation I had with my sister abt Daryl x a Christian girl who holds herself very high to her faith and has a deeper understanding of the bible
This takes place around the time they find gabriel, and somehow this ended up being a !greene reader, I also had to extend the church for... purposes :3
Believe it or not this is my first time ever writing corruption kink đ I got this request back when I was still fresh on tumblr and its been sitting ever since because I just didnât know what to do (and I still dont)
southern gothic has me in a chokehold and I cant breathe
"Come on! Fight to the fence!" The sound of Rick's voice bellowed over the deafening clang of metal and ringing gunfire, rapidly taking down any walkers that shuffled within range as the men helped the women to climb over the fence first, Carl dropping down and catching all the weapons that were tossed onto the safe side.
Rosita crawled up the chain fence quickly, noticing that you were behind her when she was balanced right on top and extending a hand out to you. "Up and over" She lightly yet urgently joked, and you could only let out a small huff of air as you grasped her hand, and hauled yourself upwards, swinging a leg over to join her in scaling down the other side.
"Let's go! Move your asses!" Abraham shouted as he fired his gun, covering Rick as he made a break for the fence, the redhead man not far behind once the walkers had started to herd up. He threw the firearm over the fence and easily jumped onto half the fence, using a walker's head as a boost to fling himself over onto the other side.
As you and the others hastily gathered your belongings, no one dared to look back at the remnants of Terminus, trying to stay together as you all ran for a safe place behind Rick, expecting that he had some kind of miracle up his sleeve and would find a place to hunker down for a few hours, days even.
Despite the chaos and the destruction that surrounded you, you and the rest of the group hastily gathered your belongings, not daring to look back at the ruins of Terminus. Trying to stay as closely together as possible, you all followed Rick's lead as he dashed through the trees. He was the one who had kept the group alive for so long, and everyone was hoping that he could do it for just a little while longer.
After what felt like forever, you could feel the intense heat seeping into your skin and making your clothes stick to your body. Every step you took felt like a burden, with the fabric rubbing against your flesh. The air was thick with humidity, and you could feel the moisture clinging to your skin, making you feel sticky and uncomfortable. You glanced around at the other people around you, all of them appeared to be struggling in the heat, with their foreheads glistening with sweat and their breathing labored.
As you looked over at Daryl, you couldn't help but notice the solemn expression on his face as he kept his eyes fixed on the ground. It was clear that he had been struggling to come to terms with Carol's sudden disappearance, and had been much more withdrawn and reserved than usual. He seemed to be lost in thought, lost in his own world, and it was hard to know how to reach out to him.
"Right here," Rick spoke as he brought the group out to a small clearing that was surrounded by trees, briefly scanning the area before crouching down in the dirt and beginning to frantically dig.
Abraham scoffed, "Tha' hell are we still around here for?" taking a few steps forward as he analyzed and addressed Rick, watching the man pull out a blue duffel bag.
"Guns. Some supplies," He said bluntly, pulling the black zipper back and further exposing the bag's contents, multiple guns, and other hand-held weapons. "We go along the fences, use the rifles, and take out the rest of 'em."
"What?" Glenn gawked, staring at Rick in disbelief as he listened to the words spewing out his mouth, bouncing around uncomfortably in his head.
Rick started to pull out the variety of weapons one by one, not once turning to meet Glenn's gaze. "They don't get to live."
The latter pursed his lips and huffed, stepping closer to Rick as to get his attention. "Rick, we got out. It's over."
"It's not over till they're all dead." Rick growled, shaking his head.
"They are dead. That place is on fucking fire, crawling with walkers in every which way." Rosita spat, laughing in annoyance at Rick's stupidity.
You shake your head as Rick continued to pull items out of the bag, "We got lucky back there," you said, voice low and trembling. "It's not worth risking our lives by going back in" your eyes meeting Rick's in a plea for him to understand. "God doesn't always give us a second chance. Just play the hand you were dealt" The thought of going back into that walker-infested place made your skin crawl, and you couldn't understand why Rick was wasting his time.
"Does he think he could give me one?" A familiar voice spoke softly from behind your group, faces lighting up in surprise and joy as Carol lightly stepped through the forest, appearing from behind a tree with her signature smile tugging at her lips, stretching all the way up to her ears when all of Daryl's weight barreled into her frame, almost knocking her straight onto her ass with a shocked laugh.
Her unexpected appearance managed to lift the once extremely heavy atmosphere, now bright and bubbly as it was filled with smiles.
"Did you do that?" Rick questioned once it was his turn to hug Carol, not getting a verbal response but the cheeky smile painting her blood-covered face was more than telling. However, it didn't last long once she scanned over the entirety of the group. "You have to come with me."
Carol led the group through the forest and down the train tracks until reaching a small cabin hidden in the trees where Tyrese and sweet little Judith had been holed up waiting for her return, everyone watching as Sasha, Rick, and Carl sprinted towards them, each cradling their respective loved one. It was another emotional yet much-needed heartfelt reunion, especially considering that the last few weeks had been nothing but hell in a handbasket.
"We should get moving, the fire's still burning" The grey-haired woman suggested as she gave the tall, rising black smoke one last look over.
"Yeah. We need to go" Rick nodded as he took stared at the smoke, an unreadable expression on his face and in his eyes.
Daryl huffed slightly, "Yeah, but where?" glancing around the remote area.
"Doesn't matter. Somewhere far away from there."
It had been a long few days since the group had gotten somewhere far away from there, and a long few days since anyone had anything to eat. Stomachs were empty and energy seemed to only be decreasing, the hunger gnawing away at all of you.
As the sun slowly began to rise above the horizon, Daryl quietly made his way into the dense forest in search of something to eat. It was quiet, and peaceful as he gingerly and skillfully walked through the mess of vines and roots at his feet, blue eyes scanning the dirt floor for any sign of movement that might indicate the presence of an animal.
Oddly enough, it felt like he wasn't necessarily alone in these woods, glancing around and over his shoulder more than he typically would. Maybe it was just a nearby walker he could sense before he could see, but he knew way better than to believe something like that. His gut told him that there was someone else out here, and Daryl learned to always listen to his gut.
He instinctively raised his crossbow to be eye level, scanning the treeline as he took careful and quiet steps, moving from the west to the north and then east. There was a slight breeze that ruffled the leaves, tousled dark hair in his face, and flowed a dirty white skirt from a few feet from him, a tiny but audible gasp heard.
It had come from behind a thick collection of bushes, Daryl carefully combing them out of the way with one hand and ducking to prevent anything from getting in his eye. He had a tight grip on his crossbow, ready for whatever potential danger could be on the other side.
Luckily for him though, there was no danger. It was just you, the weird and off-putting Greene who had somehow turned into a new interest for Daryl, not quite being able to put his finger on just what it was that drew him towards you.
You were a quiet, soft but strange Christian girl, much different than Maggie and Beth. Unlike them, you seemed to have some kind of spiritual connection to the bible, a deeper understanding of it that often made others feel oddly safe around you, as if you truly did have God protecting you.
Funny enough, it reminded Daryl of when his parents would drag him to the southern church, forcing him into the small confession box where he would sit and sob for hours, silently begging for God to come save him.
He could hear you softly murmuring something, but the full words didn't entirely reach his ears. You were kneeling in front of a large moss-covered log, hands clasped together with your head down, looking up every so often. He watched how every time you leaned back, your hair fluttered back and fell back into position.
Not wanting to be creepy, he decided to come out from where he had been hiding, a little taken aback when you seemed to not be bothered, as if you had already known he wasn't any sort of threat.
"Hell ya' doin' out here girl?" Daryl grumbled out, standing a few feet behind you. He watched as you repeated the motion with your head a few more times, eventually pushing yourself up off your knees.
You knocked the gathered leaves and a few bugs off your skirt, smiling at him softly. "Prayer. I come out here every mornin' for it"
He scoffed slightly, glancing down at the ground as he rolled a rock under his shoe. "Why bother? Not like s'gon get heard anyway"
âYeah? Weâll see. I prayed we find a safe place todayâ You said as you brushed some hair our your mouth, wind starting to pick up in speed.
Daryl hummed, âPray we also find some food?â flipping his own hair out his face.
âOf course,â You laughed slightly, airy and light. âBut with you out here I think thatâll be answeredâ
The man scoffed again, this time ducking his head at your words. âYeah rightâ He mumbled out.
âI mean it. Look, thereâs a squirrel in that treeâ You point to a nearby oak tree and Daryl follows your finger, pulling the trigger of his crossbow faster than you could even fathom.
The squirrel hit the ground, Daryl stepped over a few roots and bushes to pick it up, pulling the arrow out and tossing the carcass over his shoulder.
âGood eye girly. Câmon, guess yer God is gon help yaâ help feed usâ He glanced at you from over his clear shoulder, motioning for you to follow him with a short nod of the head.
You followed as he walked through the thick mess of bushes, the green leaves staining your cowgirl boots as you stepped on them. The birds chirped loudly above head as the sun got higher and higher in the sky, the air starting to increase in temperature.
It was quite a nice walk through the forest regardless of the heat, Daryl making for much better company than you expected even though he didn't have much to say. You filled the silence by humming softly to yourself, staying a few feet behind and looking around the wooded terrain, keeping an eye out for animals and walkers.
Daryl paused for a moment, holding up a finger and then positioning his crossbow again. The weapon fired, and you watched as it struck another squirrel, this time pinning it against a tree.
He yanked the arrow out, sliding it back into the holder on the front of his bow and tossing the second squirrel over his shoulder.
"Need'ta get at least five," He said as he continued walking, glancing at you again from over his other shoulder just to make sure you were still there.
You scoffed slightly at his words. "Five?" You repeated, staring at the angel wings on the back of his vest.
Daryl nodded, peering up into the trees and looking around on the ground. "Yeah. Got a lotta people to feed"
"And you think five is the lucky number?" You joke lightly, a small smile tugging your lips as you stay hot on his heels.
He shrugged, squirrels bouncing with the motion. "Dunno. Depends on how many ya prayed for"
"Well, if you told me, I would've prayed for at least ten" You appeared at his side and bumped his arm with yours, his gaze meeting yours for only a split second before you were suddenly startled by Rick and Glenn's out-of-nowhere appearances.
They pointed their guns at both of you, and you put your hands up to show you weren't a threat. "Jus' catchin' some breakfast," Daryl said as he dropped his arms and nodded at Glenn in greetings.
"Ready to get some concrete under your feet?" Rick asked him as the four of you began to make your way out of the forest and back to the rest of the group, the day only getting hotter and hotter. "I think it's time."
Daryl hummed, a thin layer of sweat starting to form on his forehead. "That is sweet music to my ears, Officer."
"We take the next road we come to, try to get back to going north 'till we find a vehicle." Rick gestured slightly with his hand, gun still in his grip just in case.
You all stepped up the steep hill leading back to the road where the group had decided to set up a temporary camp for the night.
Rick meet Daryl's eyes, placing a hand on his squirrel-less shoulder. "Good?"
"Good"
"âAnd Father God, I once again call upon you to ask for a blessing, a miracle, an answer. You've got me so far, this group, I ask, will you continue to do so? Will you bestow us a safe place? A home?"
Back on the road once again. It was hot as the group ventured forward, worn down shoes and boots slapping against the burning pavement as you all conversed amount yourselves and entertained one another, Michonne and Carl in some form of competition while you lingered behind, Daryl nearby just in case a walker somehow nabbed you.
He silently listened to the soft whispering of your voice, the gentle lull you used as you spoke your prayers, walking with your head down and the palms of your hands facing towards the sky, almost reaching out in a sense.
There was a few questions lingering on his tongue, but growing up in the southern church Daryl had learned not to ask questions until after prayer. Hell, he had learned not to ask questions period.
Daryl only watched you out the corner of his eye, your plush lips moving slightly as you murmured. There was just something about you that was captivating, the fact that you were almost a mixture of Beth's sweet and softness, Maggie's stern and stubbornness, it made him curious to know what the third mysterious Greene had to offer.
"Amen" You mumbled a little louder than intended, clasping your hands together as you finished and concluded your prayer. You brushed some hair out your face when you lifted your head, catching a glimpse at Daryl's watchful eye.
He looked away when your gaze met his, furrowing your brow slightly with a small and playful smile. "What?" You appeared closer to his side and purposely bumped into him, watching how he staggered a little in his pace.
"Nothin'. Jus' hot as hell out here" Daryl shrugged slightly, sweat rolling down his face and back.
You hummed softly, "Hell is a lot hotter than this, but it is super hot. Just wish we could find a river or something" fanning your legs with the loose fabric of your skirt.
Daryl glanced at you, eyes dropping the flowing motion of the fabric. "Tryna' go swimmin'?" He questioned, because a dip in the cool river didn't sound that bad at all
"We weren't really allowed growing up, swimsuits were always super revealin' so we just stayed inside most summers" You shrugged, a tiny smile on your lips as you recalled past memories with your sisters, even if it was just sitting inside trashing the kitchen. "We weren't even allowed to wear shorts that didn't stop at the knees"
It made sense, ever since the farm you, Beth, and Maggie had always been more modestly dressed then the rest, never wearing something too short even if it was the only option.
But even then, as long as your skirt as, Daryl still couldn't help himself from picturing the entirety of your bare legs, a shiver coursing through him as he tried to wipe the image away as quickly as it had come. You were sweet, almost too sweet for him. He was damaged and tainted, you were pure and holy.
"My moms used'ta watch me 'nd m'brother when we went to the river behind our house 'cause I ain't know how'ta swim as a kid" Daryl forced himself to say, tearing his eyes away from the dingy fabric and looking anywhere that just wasn't where you were.
Of course, it wasn't it that easy, especially when you giggled at his sentence which almost caused him whiplash from how hard he snapped his neck at you.
"Sorry, sorry. Justâ You didn't know how to swim? Even I can swim" You covered your mouth as you spoke through your laughter, cheeks starting to hurt a little from how hard you were smiling.
Daryl scoffed, the sound of your giggles being music to his ears. "Laugh it up girly. Won't be funny when I throw ya' in a river"
You did laugh even harder at that, maybe because you knew it might be true. "It'll be hilarious! Even more because you'll be the one finding me a new outfit"
"Jus' a little water. S'not like yer damn skirt s'gon wash away" Daryl rolled his eyes, watching as you fake a look of offense.
"How do you know that? It just might! Then you'd have to cover me up" You folded your arms over your chest, quirking a brow at the older man as he glanced you up and down.
"Maybe I don' want to" He mumbled with a short shrug of his mouth
"What do you want?" You asked with a small tilt of your head.
Daryl's lips moved way faster then his brain, and he found himself suddenly muttering out "Wanna see wha's under tha' pretty dress"
You stared at him for a little, and he wished he could just bury an arrow in his head now, but then you chuckled a bit, nudging his arm with yours. "That's a sin, Daryl"
The two of you fell silent, your words lingering in Daryl's mind as he focused his gaze down on the floor, his ears perking slightly when they caught the gentle sound of your humming, some kind of song that he had surely never heard before.
He didn't wanna admit that your voice was soothing and melodic, it almost reminded him of his mother when she would cradle his trembling body in her arms, bruised and bloodied as the soft vibrations of her humming buzzed through him, comforting him as he softly sniffled into her chest, clutching onto her shirt and wondering what it was that made him so undeserving of God'sâ
"Help!"
The scream of terror rang out from the forest to the woods, and you all looked around at each other as your movements halted, everyone turning in the direction they thought the cry had come from with their weapons drawn, you subconsciously inching closer to Daryl for safety.
"Help, anybody! Help!" The cries came again, this time audibly and undeniably from the left side of the trees.
Rick nodded his head, gun drawn and pointed as he dashed off the road and into the forest, the group all following closely behind as the screams and pleads for help didn't cease, getting louder and closer which drew the attention of nearby walkers, having to dodge and take out any that got too close.
"Anyone, help! Help!"
As you all sprinted deeper into the trees, the sound of snarling and clicking teeth began to mix and become more audible, eventually leading the group out into a green clearing where there was a... pastor cowering ontop of a large stone rock, slipping off and making a half-ass attempt at kicking the walkers.
There weren't that many walkers, but it was still enough to where Rick felt firing his gun was necessary. The gunshots rang out through the forest, and you covered your ears at the loud noise, wincing slightly as it bounced around uncomfortably in your head.
Daryl took out the last straggler with a hard stab of his knife, wiping the thick blood off his blade on his pants before he slid it back in his holster, appearing at your side as he analyzed the pained expression on your face.
"Ya' alrigh'?" He murmered softly, hands hovering over your face but not quiet touching it, almost as if he was restraining himself.
You nodded, uncovering your ears and glancing at the pastor on the top of the rock, Daryl and everyone else following your gaze.
He whimpered softly and quietly from where he sat, eyes frantically darting between the all of you as if you all were the threat.
"Come on down." Rick said in a loud, stern voice, taking a few steps forward in front as the group took a few steps back.
The man rolled on his stomach and awkwardly wormed his way down grunting slightly and crying out when he slipped the rest of the way and landed on his ass.
A few giggles erupted from you and Maggie, stifling your laughter in the same way you've both always done by simply turning your heads away from the source of humor.
Rick didn't seem too entertained though, glancing the man up and down when he stumbled to his feet and dusted himself off. "You okay?" He raised a brow, emotion unmoving and flat.
"Sorry. Yes, thank you. I-I'm Gabriel." He stammered out, his lips pulling themselves into a small an nervous smile.
"Do you have any weapons on you?" Rick titled his head as he asked condescendingly, taking another step closer to 'Gabriel.'
The man in question chuckled slightly. "Do I look like I would have any weapons?"
"We don't give a rats flying fucking ass what it looks like." Abraham barked out, and you could only nod your head in agreement.
Gabriel mumbled out some kind of understanding before he put on his best brave face. "I have no weapons of any kind. The word of God is the only protection I need"
At that you scoffed, covering your mouth in a fake apology. "Oh sorry, just that, didn't really look like God was protecting you now was he?"
Gabriel smiled nervously and awkwardly at your words, his eyes taking in your attire and the sparkly cross around your neck. "Well, he led a woman of your nurture here, so that must mean something right?"
"Oh of course. It means that you have something we want" You spoke softly, yet your tone was oddly dark. It somehow flipped the aura surrounding the group, replacing it with a heavy presence that just couldn't be explained.
"I-I have nothing to offer. Whatever food I- I had left, it just hit the ground." He glanced down at the ruin pile of whatever it was he had.
Carl stepped forward, fishing something out his pocket and holding it out to the pastor. "We've got some pecans, sorry if you're allergic" He partially joked, taking a step back and behind his dad.
Gabriel thanked him, dumping a few into his mouth and chewing. Judith cooed sweetly from where she rested against Beth, the mans eyes softening as he spotted her. "That's a beautiful child," He said, glancing around at just how many of you there were. "D- Do you have a camp?"
"No. Do you?" Rick asked without hesitation.
"I have a church." Gabriel mumbled, and your ears perked up at the sound of that. Daryl also noted the way your face lit up, while his twisted in distain.
Rick stuck his gun in the waist band of his jeans, aggressively grabbing Gabriel. "Hold your hands above your head."
"How many walkers have you killed?" He questioned, roughly patting the man down in search for any weapons.
"Not any, actually." Gabriel answered nervously.
"Turn around." Rick commanded and he spun the man, continuing his thorough search. "How many people have you killed?"
"None." Gabriel said as Rick spun him back around, narrowing sharp, quizzical blue eyes at him.
"Why?" He almost hissed the words out, whispering them out through the skin of his teeth.
Gabriel was silent for a moment, glancing at all of you before back at Rick. "Because the Lord abhors violence."
"We've all done something, we were all born as sinners. Nobody's perfectly pure." You spoke up from where you stood behind Daryl, shaking your head slightly. Daryl could argue with your words that you were the most perfect damn thing heâs seen, but he forced himself to keep his mouth shut instead. You were pure and holy, he was damaged and tainted.
He looked at you, slightly taken aback. Rick finished his search by nodding in confirmation that he was clear, taking a step back from Gabriel but not too far.
"I sin almost every day," He murmured out after a moment, scanning you all once more before his lips shifted into another small nervous smile. "But those sins, I confess them to God, not strangers."
"You said you had a church?"
You sat outside on the church step with all the other women, plus Gabriel, while all the guys stormed inside to do a thorough search of the building, in search of any weapons or any other people. Although Gabe claimed it was just him and himself, Rick didn't believe him and didn't want to take any risks.
It was quite peaceful, birds chirping above with a slight breeze that brought a little bit of cooling relief from the burning sun. Judith cooed softly in Beth's lap, shaded from the sun courtesy of Carl's hat, too big to properly fit her head but big enough to cover her body.
"I spent months here without stepping out the front door." Gabriel's voice cut through the blissful silence, and you tried not to shoot him an irritated glare. Rick came out first, followed by Daryl and then Glenn. "If you found someone inside, well, it would have been surprising."
"We found a short bus out back." Rick said, hands on his hips as he squinted from the harsh glare of the sun. âNothing else besides that. I think we can settle down here for a minuteâ
âShit ainât settled âtill we get Eugeneâs ass to Washingtonâ Abrahamâs voice barked from behind the man, Eugene and Rosita following suit.
Daryl stood on the step above yours, and you turned to smile softly at him as his large frame blocked the scorching light of the sun from spilling down onto you.
He scowled in response, but only because he didn't wanna make his cheeks any more red than they already were. He turned his head away and decided to just blame the burning sensation on the Georgia heat.
Rick shrugged his shoulders as he dismissed Abraham. "Yeah, well, people are exhausted. This place has four walls and a roof. Safe. In other words, we're staying here."
"Sounds pretty good to me, I've slept inside a chapel before," You said as you twisted your head to look at Rick, glancing inside the church to get a glimpse at the size inside. "Plus we can all fit in there, so why not? We could even do our own version of 'The Last Supper' but with squirrel meat" You added, gesturing towards the string of squirrels Daryl had managed to catch on the journey here.
"That kinda does sound good" Beth smiled as she bounced Judith on her leg, the thought of eating meat making her really hungry. "And we can have a bonfire! It'll be even better 'cause we won't have to sleep outside after we put it out" She gasped slightly when the idea crossed her mind, sitting up a little straighter as she talked about it.
Maggie smiled softly at the two of you as you both made light of the situation, grateful that you had always been able to see the bright side of things and just simply brush things off, sometimes falling and scraping your knee but getting right back up to walk it off.
Out of the three of them, you had always had a much stronger connection to God even as a child, sometimes walking right out of Sunday school because you claimed the teacher "silenced" his voice. Growing up, you only continued to believe more and more, so much to the point that it almost worried Maggie, like you could always see something that she couldn't.
There were times when she found herself a bit envious of you, especially when you both had reached your teen years, Maggie starting to take a dive at rebellion and you still as perfectly holy as you had been at age five, wardrobe consisting of nothing but your pristine white clothes, and the same faded white cowgirl boots daddy had bought for you a decade ago on Christmas. He had gotten you all a pair to wear around the farm when dealing and riding with the horses, you and Beth wearing yours down to absolute hell.
By the time you were both in your early twenties, petty rivalry put aside years later replaced by constant gossip and the latest guy Maggie was going out with, she realized that there was no reason to envy you, because she didn't wanna be you. You were pure, holy, and kept yourself high within your faith, studying the Bible in a way that she sometimes couldn't even wrap her head around.
"We need supplies, no matter what we do next" Rick spoke up as he glanced around at everyone, watching Beth pass over Judith to you to sit in the shade Daryl provided.
Glenn nodded in agreement. "That's right. Food, water, ammunition, anything we can find"
You quirked a brow at Gabriel, glancing him up and down. "How'd you survive here for so long?"
He jumped slightly at the sound of your voice and stuttered as all eyes landed on him. "W- Well, I had God protecting me"
"No, you didn't. God doesn't protect, he watches" You rolled your eyes at him, as if this wasn't common knowledge.
Gabriel was taken aback by your response, mouth slightly agape as he scrambled to find a different answer. "Our annual canned food drive, things fell apart right after we finished-"
"That's great 'nd all, but Rick, seriously, we're gon' get heatstroke s sittin' out here in the boilin' sun" Maggie cut the man off, fanning herself with both her hands even as she was pressed up against your side, trying to hog the shade that you were already sharing with Beth and Jude.
Carol nodded her head in agreement, also dripping in sweat. "Yeah. You said it was safe, so why aren't we inside yet?" She gestured to the church.
"Alright, alright. Everyone inside. Let's cool off and rest our feet. We can discuss what's next later." Rick nodded and propped the church door open so that the group could easily fit through with all their stuff and guns, loud clattering as these things were dropped on the floor.
You followed after Maggie as she helped Glenn haul a bag inside, holding Judith on your hip as she sucked on her tiny fist. The way you held her almost looked natural, as if she was your very own. Daryl tried to pry his eyes away, but he just couldn't. He was drawn to you in a way he couldn't understand.
It bothered him in a way, the world had ended and you treated every day as if it was just an average day, as if dead people walking around was nothing more but an inconvenience. You were a carefree and buoyant spirit, as if your mind was consistently clear and levelheaded.
But it also intrigued him, how somehow someway in a world plagued with darkness that forces people to be tough and hard, you still manage to be soft and dainty, as if the plague hadn't even touched you once.
There was a combination of walker blood and mud splattered all across your white dress, some of it on your sleeves and your face, yet it didn't make you look any less tender, especially now as you seemed to sit cozily in the nave of the church, bouncing Judith on your leg as you softly hummed her a song.
Inside the church was fairly big, the back of it containing a few large offices that Rick deemed the safest the camp out in for the night, explaining that the doors had locks and that if someone were to break in everyone would hear and have plenty of time to wake up, claiming that everyone could sneak out the back door or just fight if need.
"The food lasted a long time," Gabriel said once the large wooden door creaked shut, other members of the group finding a place to settle down. "And then I started scavenging. I've cleaned out every place nearby, except for one."
"What kept you from it?" Rick questioned.
Gabe shrugged. "It's overrun."
"How many?" Glenn pipped in from against a wall.
Gabriel slightly tilted his head in thought. "A dozen or so? Maybe more."
Rick scoffed, hands on his hips as he stared at the man. "We can handle a dozen."
"Bob and I will go with you," Michonne said calmly as she stepped forward. "Tyreese should stay here, help keep Judith safe."
"That'll be okay?" Rick glanced over to the man in question, who nodded his head.
"You ever need me to watch her, need anything for her, I'm right here" Tyreese said with a small smile.
The corner of Rick's mouth slightly quipped upward in a tiny smirk. "I'm grateful for it."
"I'll draw you a mapâ" Gabriel spoke up but was quickly cut off, "âYou don't need to, you're coming with us." by Rick who shot him down with a cold icy glare.
It caught Gabriel off-guard and made his anxiety go through the roof. "Iâ I'm not gonna be of any help, you saw me up on that rock, I'm no good around those things." He stammered, trying to plead his case nervously under Rick's burning gaze.
"You're coming with us."
The sun had set long ago, and the inside of the church was lit up with a warm candle ambiance that fueled that lighthearted mood, everyone in the group chattering and laughing with one another for the first time in what felt like years.
"I'd like to propose a toast." Abraham loudly announced over everyone and all conversations ceased as the ginger easily captured all eyes in the room, raising his glass of wine that Gabriel had pulled from his own office.
"When I look around this room... all I can see is survivors." He said, scanning his eyes over the nave and everyone inside. "Each and every damn one of you has earned that title."
Abraham was silent for a moment, giving the room one last glance over before tipping his glass. "To the survivors."
"Survivors! Cheers!" You all said in unison, raising your glasses and clinking it against the person beside you, the church erupting back into its previous laughter as everyone resumed drinking and enjoying the night.
You scooted your way over to Daryl who was sat in a corner, purposely getting in his space and holding out your glass to him. "Survivors." You mumbled, a tiny smile tugging at your lips.
He glanced at you, a faraway expression on his face as he raised his glass to yours, mumbling out a soft,"Survivors" that was only loud enough for the both of you to hear.
"Now," Abraham said out loud once again, all eyes falling on him. "We get Eugene to Washington, and he will make the dead die, and the living will have this world again." He took a swing of his drink, raising his pinky. "And that is not a bad takeaway for a little road trip."
From where Judith sat snuggly in Rick's lap, she cooed and fisted some of his shirts in her small hands.
"Eugene, what's in DC?" The ginger questioned, all eyes now falling on the scientist for the answer.
He took a moment, clearing his throat before he spoke in his usual flat and unwavering tone of voice. "Infrastructure constructed to withstand pandemics even of this fubar magnitude, that means food, fuel, refuge."
"Restart," Abraham concluded, Eugene giving a short and curt nod at the response. "However this plays out, however long it takes for the reset button to kick in, you can be safe there. Safer than you've been since this whole thing started."
"Save the world for that little one, save it for yourselves. Save it for the people out there, who don't got' nothin' left to do except survive." Abraham spoke, his words of encouragement ringing out through the church's walls.
Judith cooed loudly as she squirmed in Rick's lap, and he smiled at her as he readjusted his grip on her tiny torso. "I think she knows what I'm about to say," Rick joked, managing a few laughs from people. "If she's in, then I'm in too."
"We're all in" Carol interjected, smiles spreading across everyone's faces as conversations and laughter began to fill the room again, people started to celebrate by drinking, clapping, and cheering, the energy in the room upbeat and positive. "Let's do it!" Abraham exclaimed, clearly now tipsier than everyone else as he raised his almost empty glass in the air one more time.
The once warm and cozy atmosphere that the church had inside during the earlier activities had been snuffed out long ago, leaving a cold and empty feeling inside the nave.
It wasn't literally cold, or maybe it was just the cigarette that was keeping Daryl warm, taking long drags from the small stick every minute or so. He couldn't be bothered to go all the way outside, and the natural glow of the moon seeping into the room was more than enough.
Plus, it's not like he was alone, considering that you were sitting in the aisle over from him with your head down.
It had been just the two of you in pure silence for about thirty minutes, and Daryl had only been staring at you for twenty. He tried not to, he really did, but it was hard for his eyes to peel away from the way your dress reflected the light, hands neatly folded together in your lap as hair spilled down your shoulders.
Because of the wine from earlier, there was a slight buzz that ran through Daryl's nerves that somehow encouraged him to stop staring and stand, making his way over to where you were sitting.
"Smoking is a sin, and so is interrupting my prayer," You said once he was sat a few inches from you, not even glancing up at him once.
Daryl let out a tiny scoff, taking another drag from his cigarette. "Yeah, well, s'gon fall on deaf ears anyway"
"Do you not believe in God?" You asked as you blinked your eyes, now turning your head to look at him with genuine curiosity etched on your features.
The man shook his head. "Ain't ever believed in no God," he said, pulling another hit and speaking around it. "Hell, ain't ever believed in nobody"
You sighed a little, leaning back against the bench. "God believes in you"
Daryl scoffed a lot louder at that. "Don' even believe in m'self"
"Well, I believe in you," You said with a shrug, scooting a bit closer to him to bump him with your elbow.
He grumbled as he bumped you back, more so pushing as he held his cigarette between his teeth. "Wha' else ya' believe in? Sandy Clause?"
You let out a small giggle at his butchered version of the fictional character. "Santa, and no, I don't. But I do believe that this is the next world though."
"Why? We ain't dead yet" Daryl analyzed you from the corner of his eyes.
You shook your head, "No, we're not. We never have been. Don't you see? This, this is the resurrection" waving your hands around for emphasis.
"I thought everyone was s'pposed ta' disappear or some shit?" He questioned and you rolled your eyes at him. "Oh come on, I thought you didn't believe in stuff like that. Did you also think that Jesus was gonna fly down from the sky and save us all?"
Daryl huffed as he took a long drag, getting more toward the last few puffs of his cigarette as he raised a brow at you. "Ain't that tha' whole point?"
"That's what people want you to think. They always talk about the resurrection and how Jesus will come back from the dead to save humanity from its wrongdoings, which is exactly what's happening now"
"Tha' hell ya' tryna' say, girl?"
"That God has a plan. He wants the world to be pure again, he wants us to be pure again"
At your words, Daryl scoffed, taking a long and final drag of his cigarette. "Well, m'not very pure unlike yerself" He said as he stomped out the butt of the remaining stick, crushing it under a muddy a boot.
"You're tainted, and its okay. No need to be envious of my non-sinning streak" You jokingly said, flipping your hair which got a tiny chuckle out the older man.
"Now I definitely don' believe ya' ain't ever committed no sin" He said, shaking his head.
You had a small smile playing at your lips, shrugging both shoulders as you looked at him. "I mean, technically walkers aren't people, so I don't really think I've killed anyone"
"Steal anythin'?"
"Thou shall not steal, Daryl. Plus, looting stores is only against the law"
"Well, everyone's told a lie"
"Oh, I'd never lie. The truth will set you free"
Daryl frowned at your words. "Yer startin' ta' piss me off, girl"
"I'm just not a sinner, Daryl. I was raised inside a church, so I spent all my time studying the bible and asking God questions." You said with a sigh, thinking back to when you were still a little girl.
"Wha' kinda questions?" Daryl asked, and you turned once again to meet his gaze.
"Well," You started, taking a moment to think before glancing back up at him. "I've always wondered if you commit a sin inside a church, if it still counts as a sin"
"How would ya' know?"
You shrugged. "I don't, I've never really had any sin to commit"
Daryl hummed, eyes flickering down to your plush lips, tracing the shape of them a few times before shifting his gaze back up to meet your eyes. "Lust is a sin"
"Now that's just unholy, Daryl" You scoffed at him, crossing your arms and turning your head away to hide the heat that rose to your cheeks, because lust was indeed a sin. "It's extremely important to save yourself for the person you're gonna marry. Sex is an emotional gift"
The man furrowed his brows, "How do ya' know tha' if ya' ain't ever fucked?" suppressing the shiver that ran through him at his own words.
Something dark twisted and turned in his stomach just thinking about the idea that you were just as pure as the day that you were born, and he tried not to think about the wildly dirty things he wanted to do to you that he knew would potentially leave a stain. You had probably never even thought of doing something like that, let alone with someone of his nature.
But you had, and you were right now, nervously and subconsciously squeezing your thighs together the more self-aware you started to feel within the older man's presence, feeling his eyes traveling over the length of your body. "I told you, I studied the bible. Sex is the connection of two people who are bound to one another for life, aka being married of course"
"Sex could also just be sex," Daryl shrugged, his brows unmoving as your words confusingly rang out in his ears. "Ain't much of a difference is there?"
You sighed, shaking your head at him. "Of course there is silly. When you're married, sex is a form of art and beauty, as well as conception. God intends for us to use our bodies as a way to communicate with our partner. Any other time, sex is just a form of escape and pleasure, abusing the gift that God has given us in a sinful way, or as you know, lust"
Daryl hummed as you simplified the words for him in a way that he still didn't necessarily understand, but he just decided to pretend like he did. "Ya' ain't ever go through hormones growin' up?"
"Are you asking if I get horny?" You let out a tiny giggle at how his eyes snapped to yours at the blunt question, his cheeks starting to tint pink as he grumbled and looked away. You laughed and wrapped your hands around his forearm, pulling at the man and trying to get him to look at you. "Don't get embarrassed! Are you?"
Unknowingly, you had instead pulled yourself a lot closer to Daryl, and when he twisted his head back in your direction, you were both face to face, noses almost touching.
Daryl stopped breathing for a few seconds as your doe eyes stared up at him, flickering down to where your fingers gripped what you now realized was his very muscular forearm. Sitting this close to him under his burning blue gaze made you feel a bit small, and made a funny feeling form in your lower stomach.
His own eyes flickered back down to your lips, finding himself using his other hand to brush some hair out of your face, curling his fingers at the back of your hand and cupping your cheek in a big, calloused palm, tracing his thumb over your bottom lip. "Maybe I am"
"This is God's house, Daryl." You muttered in a hushed whisper as you curled your fingers around his arm, trying not to downright melt into the warm touch of his hand.
"Think he's gon' watch us?" He whispered back, and your lower stomach tingled in a way that made your whole core heat up, feeling a mild throbbing sensation coming from your private area as you looked up at the older man, running his thumb over the edge of your jaw.
"Iâ I don'tâ" You stammered, shifting your eyes away from his as you found yourself at a loss for words.
"Said ya' always wanted ta' commit a sin inna church, righ'?" Daryl tilted your gaze back to his, stroking your cheek with a gentleness you didn't even know he could muster. "Might as well do the one tha' feels best"
"But I've never done something like this... Will itâ Will it hurt?" You said as you searched his eyes, the blue orbs going soft and tender.
"M'not gonna hurt ya' at all sweetheart," He said in a genuine voice, holding your face a little tighter. He couldn't even imagine hurting something as dainty as you, especially not with the way you were looking up at him with curious and innocent eyes. "If anythin' I do hurts, tell me, alrigh'?"
You nodded, the corner of your lips twitching into a smile as it felt like there was an entire butterfly exhibit in your stomach, Daryl learning down into your space and first giving your lips a small peck, before pulling you completely flush by the back of your nape, a shiver running up your spine that went all the way down to your clothed cunt, legs squeezing together as Daryl deepened the kiss, your first and hottest kiss ever.
It made your head light and dizzy, leaving you starstruck and dazed when he pulled away with only a thin trail of saliva connecting your lips, Daryl brushing the skin of your cheek once again as you slowly blinked, still feeling airy from the kiss you just experienced.
"Do that again please" You murmured in a tiny plea, feeling both sets of your lips tingle in excitement at all the new sensations Daryl was showing you.
He pulled you in for a chaste peck, catching your bottom lip between his teeth. "Ya' like tha', pretty girl?" He mumbled the words against you, pressing another kiss to your plush lips and swallowing the tiny moan you let out.
You moved to wrap your arms around the older man's neck, Daryl now taking both his hands and gripping you by your waist, pulling a shocked gasp from you at the way his touch made your cunt ache. He carefully moved you to lay on your back, slotting a thigh between your legs and pressing the denim material against your soaked panties, a noise mixed between embarrassment and need coming from your throat.
It felt so good, and you found yourself trying to rut against Daryl's thigh as he started to kiss and suck at your neck, making you giggle slightly as the skin there was more ticklish than anywhere else. His body was big and warm as it was pressed on top of yours, feeling a pulsating sensation traveling through your nerves as you continued to needily hump his leg, whining softly as you tried to further fuel the feel-good moment you were having.
"Let m'help ya' out doll, jus' leave it all ta' me, gon' make ya feel real good" Daryl spoke the words from the underside of your jaw, kissing his way up to your lips before he leaned back, pulling his thigh back and leaving a hand on your hip, courtesy of your fingers scrambling to curl around his for comfort.
"I'm a bit nervous," You said, avoiding his gaze out of embarrassment as you spoke the words. "What if I mess something up?"
"Tha' ain't gon' happen, m'gon do all tha' work fer ya'" Daryl said as his hands moved down to your thighs, lifting and pulling your legs to circle his waist, a shrill shriek tearing out your throat as your dress started to slip down and pool at your waist.
It left your lower half completely exposed, and it was almost an instinct to drop your hands down to cover your panties, a hot blush painting over as Daryl gripped both your hands in one, moving them away and pinning them to your chest. "Nuh'uh, ya' ain't gonna hide from me, pretty girl"
You whined softly as he released your wrists, ducking his head down to kiss and lick your stomach, causing you to jerk from the wet muscle dragging across your skin. His fingers traveled down past the hem of your undies, pushing them midway down your thighs before sitting back up and lifting one of your thighs, yanking the flimsy blue fabric the rest of the way off and stuffing it in his back pocket, pulling you a bit closer as he licked his lips, eyeing the prettiest pussy he's ever seen.
You weren't exactly sure what to do with your hands, deciding instead to clench the cross around your neck in one and prop yourself up on the other, all this being so new and different, dirty and sinful, that you couldn't help but wanna watch.
Daryl placed a hand on your hip, the other moving to gather spit on his fingers. "Gotta get ya' stretched out so I don' hurt ya'"'
"Is this part gonna hurt? I've only masturbated once, but I was too scared to actually finger myself" You frowned a little, feeling your nerves spike as it started set really just how inexperienced you were.
Daryl leaned down and placed a soft peck to your lips, dipping his fingers into your cunt gently and rubbing the digits up and down your slit, pressing down against your clit and moving in a circular motion, his actions on the bundle of nerves sending shivers sparking up your spine, letting out a moan that was deep in your throat right against the older man's lips.
He let out a low chuckle, adding a second finger to his movement against your clit. "Doesn' hurt now, does it?"
You shook your head, body tingling in a foreign way that almost made you feel like you had been tased but in a good way, not that you've ever been tased before. The rough pads of his fingertips against your clit drove you absolutely crazy, the faster they moved the more you found your hips jerking down in a clumsy attempt to speed up whatever high it was you were riding right now, feeling better than you ever have in your whole life.
"There ya' go beautiful, c'mon, cum on m'fingers" Daryl murmured the words out, quickening his pace as he could feel your legs twitching around him, your whines and whimpers getting louder and louder. He spread your cunt lips apart more which revealed your raw clit more, a few harsh strokes to the small bud before you were biting down on your bottom lip and letting your head fall back, a shaky, pleased cry tearing out your chest as waves of electricity coursed through your entire nervous system.
Rather than pulling his fingers away, Daryl dragged them back down your now much more sensitive slit, this time slipping a single digit past your tight entrance, the feeling foreign and oddly unique. Daryl's finger was a bit bigger than average, so you could feel there was a slight stretch to your virgin hole.
Daryl could feel it too, as well as the way you experimentally clenched and convulsed around his stilled finger, giving you a few minutes to adjust to the new feeling.
When he began to slowly thrust the digit in and out, curling the tip of his finger each time in search of your sweet spot, carefully watching the way your face twisted and contorted.
"Ya' alrigh'?" He asked, starting to brush his thumb against the skin where he was gripping your hip.
You nodded, involuntarily clenching around him. "Yeah, it just feels really funny, maybe I just had my expectations too high," You said as you furrowed your brows, a bit upset that 'fingering' wasn't all you chalked it up to be.
"First finger ain't much, second one might feel 'bit different" Daryl said as he pulled the digit back, this time pushing back into you with both fingers, the stretch and drag of the two digits feeling agreeably more different than just one.
This time Daryl just kept up his steady pace, continuing to thrust and curl his fingers into your cunt, starting to scissor you further open. Your eyes trailed down to follow the movement of his other hand as he released his grip on your hip, beginning to undo the zipper of his jeans and shoving them halfway down, the first and biggest cock you've ever laid eyes on.
Your jaw went a little slack, scrambling to find words as you felt panic boil in your stomach. "Thatâ That's not gonna fit!"
"Calm down doll, I swear yer'gon be jus' fine" Daryl murmured softly, reaching down to reassuringly press his forehead against yours, so close that your eyelashes were almost touching. "Told ya', m'not gonna hurt ya'. S'probably not gon' feel tha' best at first but it gets better, righ'?"
Taking his words into consideration for a minute, you nodded your head against his and let your eyes flutter shut as he placed a chaste kiss to your lips, followed by another, and then the feeling of his fingers slipping out of you.
It left you feeling oddly empty, but there was excitement building up as you watched Daryl spit on his cock, using it as lube as he dragged it up your already slick slit, pressing the tip into your hole and easily pushing past, the stretch of his cock slowly slipping into you a lot more painful than expected, your hands finding his forearms where he gripped your waist and squeezing them tightly, wincing slightly as you dug your nails into his skin.
Daryl caressed the skin of your waist with his thumb, trying his best to ease the discomfort he could see and knew he was causing you. "I know, I know, s'gon be alrigh' gorgeous, yer' alrigh'" He muttered, pulling his hips back and pushing them forward again, repeating the motion in long, deep strokes.
Whatever his method was, it was definitely working, each drag of his cock against your walls feeling better and better, your cunt only getting wetter and wetter which made it so much easier for Daryl to increase his pace, trying his best to restrain himself from completely plowing into you like he had been craving to do for days, weeks now.
He didn't wanna hurt you or go too rough, this was your first time for crying out loud, a sweet christian girl who hadn't even dipped her own fingers inside herself, and here he was, a grumpy tainted man who had somehow managed to stuff himself balls deep into her pure little pussy, hugging his cock in a warm, velvety hold that he just wanted to absolutely ruin.
He watched the way your eyes fluttered, soft moans coming from you as your face seemed to be pleasantly relaxed, the tight and fearful grip you once had on his arms now reduced to a lazy and content hold, fingers squeezed every once in a while when Daryl's cock would bump a rather sensitive nerve. "That actually feels good" You mumbled as a small smile twitched on your lips.
But Daryl knew how he could make it feel even better, and his restraint to hold back from completely plowing into you had run down to nothing, a sharp grunt leaving his throat when he snapped his hips forward, shoving the entirety of his cock into you suddenly.
You let out a surprised squeak at the action, Daryl's hands planting themselves awkwardly but firmly on the church bench, your own moving to keep yourself steady as he ducked his head down to begin sucking your neck, setting a rough and unforgiving pace.
"Oh my fuuuck" You moaned out in a shaky, pleased breath, fingers curling into the wood and your toes curling in your boots. It's like you were dancing on cloud ten, each hard bump of his tip to your cervix making your mouth practically water, sending bolts of lightning licking up your spine.
Daryl groaned into the skin of your neck, sucking and kissing against your pulse as he got lost in the warmth of your cunt. "Got such a perfect fuckin' pussy, love tha' s'all fer me"
You whined and couldn't help but clench around him at his words, a shudder running through you when you felt him start to speed up, pulling tiny moans out of your chest at every thrust.
Daryl muttered in a husky voice right by your ear, "Feels so fuckin' amazin' doll, so damn tight 'nd wet, might fuck ya' fer hours" grabbing you by the hip and pulling you impossibly further in his lap, driving his cock faster and deeper into your body, nailing your tender sweet spot dead on which caused you to let out a high pitch cry, Daryl muffling your sounds with a slow but sloppy kiss.
He slammed his cock right into the sensitive bundle of nerves, each thrust making you feel dizzy and lightheaded, knocking the air out of your lungs but it felt so good you couldn't even care, eyes starting to roll back when Daryl slid a hand down to roughly finger at your clit, the way he was stimulating your whole cunt making the entire room spin, a shaky, needy sob spilling pat your lips as your whole body was drowning in pulsing and throbbing tingles, Daryl placing another kiss to your lips as he only went faster.
"Ya like tha' huh m'lil sinner? Goin' against everythin' ya' stand fer, feels real good don' it?" He groaned the words out against your lips, and you downright whimpered at his words, heart pounding in your ears as he worked your clit, still ramming in and out of you at an animalistic pace. You couldn't think, and the only word you could muster was a small, broken "D-Daryl"
Your hips jerked down to clumsily grind against his fingers and his cock, needily chasing the building high of your second orgasm as it became difficult to keep your volume at a low, moans starting to tear themselves right out your throat.
Daryl reached an arm underneath your back and flipped you into a sitting position, straddling his lap with his fat cock now one hundred percent of the way buried inside you, so deep that you were convinced for a second that he was in your stomach. You draped your arms over his shoulders and muffled a lewd moan into his neck, the first thrust sending him deeper than ever.
He held you flush against him and bunched your dress up with one hand, and squeezed your hip with the other, letting out breathy, heavy moans of his own as he bounced you in his lap, the tight and slick drag of your raw cunt against his throbbing cock straight up addictive.
"So goddamn wet baby, ya' was saving this wet ass lil' pussy fer me huh, lil' devil?" As the man spoke, he sounded extremely winded, with deep and passionate huffs, you couldn't help but convulse around him at his words, a tiny noise leaving your lips as you clung to him tighter, whining as his hand on your hip pulled you even closer against his pelvis. "Fuck, so fuckin' perfect doll"
Only choked-off moans and whimpers came from you, trying to muffle your sounds into Daryl's neck as his cock shifted angles inside, driving himself right into a soft and squishy spot that made you mewl, the man holding you down as he continued to slam into that spot head-on. His thrusts were fast and unforgiving, fucking your cunt almost as if he hated you, but his grip was tight and protective, holding your body against his like he loved you.
Which he did, but he just didn't know how to say it. His only hope being that you could feel it in the way he fucked into you, hips starting to falter slightly as your tight cunt milked his cock, practically sucking him in and making it impossible for him to ever want to pull out.
From the way you had started to tremble and spasm around him, Daryl could tell that your orgasm was getting closer and closer, encouraging him to quicken his pace. âGonna cum, pretty girl?â He murmured as he moved down to pepper kisses across your cheek.
âYes! Oh my goodness yesâ You moaned as your entire body pulsated, each bump of his tip to your cervix sending you further into bliss. Your arms dropped down and you curled your fingers into his sturdy shoulders for purchase as he relentlessly pounded your twitching pussy, keeping your limp body closely pressed against his.
Daryl could feel the boiling heat of his own orgasm rising in his gut, the wet and warm slide of your cunt against the throbbing pulse of his aching cock pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He hitched your dress up further as he adjusted his grip on you, speeding up his pace even more as he started to chase after his own relief, the squeeze of your soft and squishy walls practically making him drunk.
He groaned as electricity licked and burned through his veins, thoughts flashing and racing through his head. âLet me cum in yaâ doll. Gonna get yaâ nice ând plumped up with a lilâ baby, huh?â
That sent tingles shooting down your spine, clenching down around his thickness at the words each time they rang out in your head. Growing up, all you've ever wanted was to have a sweet little baby of your own, and after unlocking such a world like this you couldn't possibly picture life without Daryl at your side.
"Please, please give me that" You almost whimpered as you trembled against his chest, heart pounding in your chest as a heat burned and built up in your stomach. You jerked your hips and made a clumsy attempt to rut down against him, but he tightened the hold he had on your lower half to stop your movements. "I've got ya' gorgeous, m'gon take care of ya', told ya' m'gon make ya' feel good"
Daryl readjusted his position, moving you to sit up properly and gripping you at the waist, pinning up your dress there as well as he started to bounce you in his lap, downright using your body as a sex toy as he plowed right into your sensitive sweet spot, pulling strained and guttural moans from your chest as you tried your hardest to keep your volume down as to not echo off the church's wall, biting back sobs as your hands found their way to Daryl's chest, fingers curling into the strong flesh as all the digits had a hot buzz to them, lungs suddenly not being able to take in any air as your stomach burned, toes curling in your boots and teeth clenching as a wave of scorching hot pleasure washed over your whole entire body, this time not being able to hold back the loud cry that tore it's way out your throat, uncontrollably convulsing around his cock as he thoroughly fucked you through your orgasm, muffling your pleased moans with a messy kiss.
With the way your now overly sensitive cunt squeezed and roughly gripped his pulsating dick, Daryl wasn't far behind in his orgasm, grunting into your mouth as his hips stuttered inside you, cock twitching eagerly as he pumped his load deep into the warmth of your heat, Daryl slipping his tongue into your mouth and pressing it up against yours.
When he pulled away, you were nothing but a puddle of pure jelly, going limp in his grasp as he wrapped a secure arm around your middle, moving to kiss and suck your neck as he covered you back up by dropping your dress, deciding he wanted to stay wrapped inside you a little longer.
"Are you gonna give me my panties back?" You questioned from where you now rested against his shoulder, eyes following the older mans movement as he flicked his lighter, holding the flame up to a new cigarette.
The tip burned red as he took the first and long drag, blowing the smoke up in the air and holding the cigarette away from you by stretching his arms across the bench, humming softly as if taking a moment to think. "Nah"
You pulled back from his chest and gawked at him. "No? There'll be a sticky mess between my legs in the morning!"
He smirked at you, showing a sliver of his porcelain teeth as he did. "Tha's the point, lil' sinner, yer gonna be feelin' me fer days"
The nickname made you blush, turning your head away from the man as you also considered his words, a part of you wanted to feel and experience it all over again, almost arguably a divine slice of heaven itself, and you wanted to taste it once again.
"Well you should never commit a sin twice" You mumbled instead of your real thoughts, cheeks now starting to heat up from embarrassment and a bit of shame, Daryl's cock still buried inside you as a reminder of what you had just done, a reminder that the purity and sacrality you had been preserving for your future man had been completely stripped by another.
Unless, Daryl was your future man, clenching down around him as he took another drag of his cigarette, placing a hand back over your now-covered hip, traveling up to your waist, and squeezing the flesh there. He wasn't the God-fearing, clear-minded, faithful man you had dreamed about as a little girl. Still, he was the strong, protective, and leaderful man that you had dreamed about as a young woman, the man you dreamed of to provide for you and the home you built for another, to protect and preserve the family he's made.
His hand grazed your jaw, fingers caressing your cheek and tracing over the shape of your lips. With his gentle and soft touch, you could feel each blister and callous formed on his hands, the rough feeling of hard work against your skin causing goosebumps.
"Somethin' bad gon' happen ta' us?" He questioned, talking around an exhale of smoke as he did.
"We'll go to hell, Daryl!" You rolled your eyes at him.
He lazily shrugged a shoulder, staring at you with searching eyes. "We'll go together"
Your mouth gaped at his words, stammering as you struggled to find your own. "Wâ Well I'd much rather prefer we go to heaven together"
"They not gon' let me in" Daryl scoffed slightly as he spoke.
"Not when you commit sins like lust, Mr. Tainted" You flicked his forehead, and he grumbled swatting your hand away, rubbing the reddening skin.
"Ain't my fault, Mrs. Holy, yer' dress leaves little ta' tha' imagination" He muttered, and your eyes widened at his words.
"Are youâ My dress goes to my flipping ankles!" You picked up some of the pooled dingy fabric, tugging on it for emphasis.
Daryl shrugged again at that, his eyes now traveling the length of your body where you sat still in his lap. "Don' matter, ever since I saw tha' pretty lil' face I've wanted ta' see the rest of ya', 'nd I ain't disappointed"
You scoffed in disbelief, turning your head in an attempt to hide the heat rising to your face, speaking in a hushed whisper. "My gosh, you speak such foul words in such a sacred place"
"We jus' fucked" Daryl said bluntly, taking another drag from his cigarette as he watched you snap your neck back to him, mouth slightly agape as you scrambled for words. "Yâ Yes. But, that doesn't mean you have to talk like that in God's house"
At that, Daryl's cock twitched inside you, a smirk taking over his lips "Ya' said tha' same thing before m'tongue was down yer' throat"
"Daryl!" You hissed, the man chuckling as he gripped your hip and moved to kiss at your already marked-up neck, the weight of your faith starting to weigh heavy as you felt Daryl's cock hardening to life against your walls. "Fornication is straight up breaking the laws of God. We can'tâ I can't do this again"
The smell of cigarettes and sex painted the church air as you planted both hands on Daryl's chest, pushing yourself up and slowly off his dick with a restrained groan, turning into a sharp gasp when the elder pulled you back down, flush against him.
"Think fornica-whatever s'allot more than jus' sex, 'cause I don' have a problem makin' ya' mines" Daryl mumbled the words into your hair, holding you to his chest with one arm and stubbing out his cigarette in the wooden bench with the other. "God can't stop me from wantin' ya', can he?"
"He can, if you don't truly want me" You muttered into his shirt, and could feel the rumble of his short laughter through his stomach. "'S'good tha' I've wanted ya' fer a while then"
You sighed as you pushed yourself up to meet his gaze, eyes sharp and focused on yours as you moved. "It's more than just want, marriage is a life-long commitment, spiritual and eternal, it's about your faithfulness and loyalty to the person you love, the person you wanna become one body with, share your body with. That's why it's important to save yourself for marriage, to keep yourself pure and clean for the one you want to share it with"
"Aren't we one righ' now?"
"Iâ I meanâ yes, but nâ not in the way God intended for us to beâ"
"âWhy? 'Cause we ain't married? Pretty stupid if yer' askin' me"
He took your left hand in his, bring it up to his lips and placing soft kisses on your delicate fingers, lips lingering against your ring finger.
"Don' need no God ta' tell m'tha' I do or don' love ya', 'cause I know I do, dammit woman, loved ya' since I met ya' on yer' daddy's farm" Daryl scoffed as he finally spoke his feelings into the air, listening to himself and how ridiculous he sounded.
You listened intently, staring at him with glossy eyes as he spoke, your lips twitching and tugging into a tiny smile.
A provider, a protector, a man, a real man, was what Daryl Dixon was, the type of man that you thought could only ever exist in your head and bible, yet here he was, clinging to you and holding you close to him, pressed tightly against and in you, so tight that it felt like you'd just melt right into him at any second, his heart beating erratically in his chest, so much that you could feel it against the beat of your own heart.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" You whispered, watching how Daryl's eyes shifted away from yours in the embarrassed way that they always did. "Tell me!"
The man grumbled as you grabbed his face and shook his head, forcing his gaze back on you as he pulled your hands away with his, dropping them down to his chest and holding them there. "I didn' think ya'd want someone like me"
"What? Someone unholy?" You tilted your head slightly at him.
He shook his head, fingers squeezing your wrists. "Someone damaged"
"Damaged? You aren't damaged, Daryl. You're just tainted" You furrowed your brows, frowning slightly at his words.
"Ya' always say tha'" He mumbled, and you sighed. "Because there's no other way for me to put it. You're just a corrupted soul, but that doesn't mean you're a bad person"
He stared at you, licking his lips as he looked at your own, his cock twitching back to life again. "Even if I wanna corrupt ya' too?"
"And how exactly would you do that?" You laughed, but couldn't ignore the heat starting to pool in your gut, feeling a familiar buzz in your fingertips as Daryl ran his hands up your thigh, bunching the fabric of your dress all the up past your tits, a sharp gasp leaving your lips as the cold air hit them, the older man pulling you close and popping one of your tender nipples into his mouth, rocking his hips to full hardness. "M'gonna slut ya' out, pretty girl. Gonna turn ya' into my sweet lil' sinner, a little holy fuckdoll"
"I'm not a sex toy" You whined as he dragged his tongue across your boobs, involuntarily clenching around him as you tried to defend yourself, but Daryl laughed lowly as he trailed his lips up to the skin of your neck, kissing his way up to your ear and taking the lobe between his teeth. "Not yet, gorgeous, not yet"
GUYS. GUYS I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH ANY OF THIS I SWEAR.
I can't believe its done??? I've snipped so many snippets, cut so much out, stared at it for so long, and now its done (after a few decades) so I hope that everyone who I hyped up for this fic was satisfied and it was everything that I had made it out to be
Anyways this fic wouldn't have even existed without @tylermaxxine the local instigator and chronic coffee chugger
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Best Mistake: John Constantine x fem!reader
One Shot
Genre: emotional hurt, fluff and angst
Tw: suicide attempt, depression, possessive behavior, supernatural, violence, swear words
It is difficult to tell if the relationship between you and him is truly what you want. You fight, break up, and then make up again and again. Even on little things, you both can just bring it up and end up with fighting almost every time. It is more of a loop, you might say. Every time these things happen, it wrecks you on the inside. Until one day, you cannot stand him anymore because he is too toxic and no good. You need to leave him.
Note: this is my first time writing short fiction in English, English is not my first language so if it sounds wrong or my grammar is wrong please correct me. I really want to improve my English. Don't be shy to correct me <3 Plus I think it's kinda CRINGE đ but I tried guys so please enjoy đ + It might not make sense about hell thing but it is good to just let it be like that soo please don't take it serious and enjoy! đ„ș
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âCould you stop and listen to me first!?â John said with a sigh of irritation as he grabs your arm firmly while you're packing your bag, ready to leave.
You don't seem to stop what you're doing. This is the last time, it must be. You believe that is for the best. âIâm leaving, John. I mean it.â You said with simple directness.
âYou're not going anywhere. Not without me.â The fact that he cannot live without you. He had been alone for almost his whole life before he found you. His life was miserable before you came and fulfill him with something that had never been given. It is just hard for him to just let you go like this even he is still mad at you. He pulls you closer to him because you don't seem to stop packing your stuff. Then you lose your balance and stumble into his chest.
âYes. Without you.â You replied without any hesitation before pushing yourself away from him. For now, you just hope that you are heartless enough to leave him like you just said. You don't want to stuck in the loop again because it hurts your heart.
âAnd what about me, huh? Is that what you're going to do it again? Leave me for a few days and then come crawling back to me?â That's why you really hope that your heart is strong enough to leave everything behind. Even John.
âWell, not this time. Iâm going back to New York.â New York where your parents live. Maybe leaving this big city and go, go far away from here will make you forget him faster. Far from here as much as you can, to the other side of the country.
That makes him even more unimpressive. He doesn't like the way you're about to leave him and go that far. Far enough to never see you again. He looks at you intensely as he pins you abruptly against the wall behind. âWho do you belong to?â That's the pop quiz of him. Every time you both fight, he brings up this question to remind you who you belong to.
You're tired of this question because it won't make anything better. It just keeps making you annoyed. âStop asking me this question, John. I'm tired of it, it won't make anything better!â You shouted at his face. âDon't you understand that we don't get along? I tried, John. Itâs still the same. Never change...â you try to hold back your tears.
âJust answer the damn question, [y/n].â He still insisted on the same question. âI belong to no one!â You snapped him immediately. Not even in a second you took to answer him. He just looks away with difteen face without saying anything. Before he can do anything further, you push him hard making him stumble backwards. You grab your bag and lead to the door without looking back because you just can't. If you look back, you will definitely walk back to him. It was always like that.
He follows you to the door, before you can reach the knob, he already push you against the door again. Push you hard that you can feel the pain on your back, You groaned in pain. âFuck off, John... what the fuck is wrong with you!? You are acting like a possessed man. Why? Being an exorcist makes you go insane now?â That the worst thing you have ever said to him.
He can't believe what you said. âIs that it, huh?â He raises his eyebrows as he says back to you. âNow you think I'm possessed? That I'm not in my right goddamn head?â He grabs your collar bone firmly against the door. He uses violence again, that's the part you hate the most. His voice changes in a very unpleasant tone. He is real mad. âMaybe I just want to teach you a damn lesson, and you're making it hard for me.â You look at him right into his eyes. You still remain silent. âWhat? Cat got your tongue now? Talk back to me. Do it!â Remaining silent makes him even more angry. He pushes you hard against the door again but this time it's just too much for you to handle because your head was slammed on the door as well. Your eyes start to flutter slightly. You almost lost your balance as you try to grab his shoulder. He also grabs your waist for you to stand straight. âYou belong to me. Understand? And you're gonna stay here with me.â He demanded you. âFuck you, John... I belong to no one...â because of the pain of your head made you say so quietly as if you just murmur. You can feel that you are about to lose your consciousness. However, his eyes still fixated on you. âYeah? Is that so? Say it again.â says in sarcastic voice as he grabs your shoulder and pin you to see your face clearly. He is pissing you off even more, you spits on his face because you can't stand him anymore. âWrong answer.â He said. You are about to pass out now. Your both hands are on his arms, finding something to hold yourself from falling down as you rest your head on the door like a body without a soul. âYou're so goddamn infuriating.â Before he can finish the sentence, you pass out beneath him. He grabs you quickly before you fall on the ground and then carefully picks you up to a dinner table then puts you down on the table. He doesn't even move you to bed, he just lets you lay down right there.
An hour later, your consciousness is back. You slowly get up and look around the room, you are looking for him. That's your first instinct. âJohn?â You called out his name unintentionally. There's no sign of him. You growl in pain again because your head hurts, both of your hand touching your head. While you're trying to remember about what happened before you passed out, John comes back. He opens the door and walks towards you with something in his hand. He puts the cigarette that is on his mouth down on an ashtray next to you. âOpen your mouth. Wide.â He said. You're so confused right now because your consciousness is just got back. âWhat? What is it?â You look at something on his palm. âTylenol. Open your mouth.â He demanded. You don't hesitate to open your mouth widely because your head hurts so bad. John puts the medicine in your mouth and pour drinking water after. The Tylenol didn't even reach your throat yet, he grabs the back of your neck and kisses you. One of his hand reaches out to your white shirt and unbuttoned it. You are shocked so you decide to push him away, he stumbles backwards. âWhat is wrong with you?â You said with confusion while John wipes your saliva off his lips. âYou passed out and that what you have to ask?â He said. You don't understand what he is trying to tell. âYou made me wait like a goddamn dog, and that's what you ask me?â He was just worried about you so much and it made him pissed. He is the type of guy who doesn't know how to say like a normal lover when he is worried. He just use bad words to express it. âFuck off, John. Sex has nothing to do with this. Don't even think that you can use sex to bring me back because I don't.â Because you both always use sex as the solution to fix the shit that you both made up. You end up having sex with him and all of your madness goes away like nothing ever happened. âI don't want to have sex with you right now, [y/n]. You just put me through an hour of hell, worrying about your stupid ass.â He walks closer to you with your unbuttoned shirt, showing your cleavage. âWhat? Then why the hell did you kiss me then? It doesn't make sense.â You said back to him because you know damn well that he just wants to use sex to solve things like he always does. âBecause I couldn't help it.â He holds his gaze on you. âI couldn't think about anything other than you being okay, and it pissed me off.â He said with a serious tone. He doesn't seem to be angry anymore except worrying about you. He always knows how to make you come back to him, the way he said that is just make you weaker. You decide to stay silent and listen to him. âDamn you, I'm sick of your bullshit. I'm gonna stay with you.â He insisted. âYou pissed off that I might not be okay? You're the one who slammed me and made me pass out, John.â You reminded him that because you just don't understand him even you already tried to. He leans forward and puts both of his hands down on the table aside your legs, he faces you. âYou can't handle even a slap without passing out. You're the most fragile thing I've ever met.â You don't get about what he says again, what he is trying to say? "You have no idea what I feel when you pass out like that, how worried I get about you. I swear, sometimes you make me feel like I want to tie you to my goddamn bed and make sure you can't get up!" He says murmured yet quite loudly. You bite your lips because of a little confusion. He is crazy. That's the only thing you can think of right now. Tie you up? That's insane. âWhat the fuck- You're insane.â You talk back. "Because you're reckless and careless, you give no regard to your own safety, and you're going to die because of it." He says aggressively, looking down at you with his eyes. All you do is keep staring at him because that's just too much for you.
John takes a hard exhale, running his hand through his hair. âWe always have fights. That's just how we are. But you need to understand that it's different when you're unconscious and I can't even talk to you.â You can feel the worry through his voice. You know that you are everything to him even you both are in this toxic relationship that you both made. It's like a dilemma. Sometimes, you feel like you can't move forwards but you can't move backwards either. âDon't you understand that you're everything to me? And Iâll go to hell again to keep you alive.â And that was what he brought up. He saved your life once from suicide. He went to hell to bring back your life. That day he didn't hesitate to go to hell just for you. Your tears run down your beautiful face as he said that because of the vision of you being in hell is still remaining clear. John watches your expression as sighs deeply, taking another deep breath before continuing. âAnd you don't care, do you? Look at us, fighting as always, you passing out on me and me waiting and worrying when you won't wake up like a dog?â He looks down on the floor and murmurs. âWhy the hell do we do this to ourselves?â He is blaming ourselves that we always end up fighting even after a little argument. It's how we are , just like he said. It doesn't easy to change in you both relationship.
You're staring at him with teary eyes. You can't hold back anymore. âYou know... Iâm not gonna last long. You bring me back from hell, that broke the rules. Lucifer will find me and drag me down to hell again. You can't protect me forever. One day, I have to die, John...â John scowls and clenches his fists. âIf that bastard Lucifer gets his hands on you again, he will regret the day he ever dared to touch you.â He snapped, his voice cold and filled with rage. âI will not let him take you. I will kill every single demon that comes for you, and I will drag you out of hell every time if you end up there. Even if I have to walk to the pits of hell to find you, I will do it." He touches your hand. âI will do it again.â Your cheeks are full of tears. John slowly wipes out gently. That's why you can't get over him. His soft side is your biggest weakness. âFuck you! I hate you, John... and I hate myself that I always lie to you that I really hate you...â John pulls you and let you lean on his chest. It is warm as if you're sitting in front of a fireplace after a long rainy day. All you can think about is that he risked his life just to have us here, sitting and fighting each other. The fact that if he couldn't come back in time, he could die in hell as well. âDamn it! You shouldn't have saved me... you should let me die... why did you do that? I shouldn't have fallen in love with you...â that's all you can say to express what you're thinking. He isn't impressed with that.
âDon't ever say that. Don't you dare wish for something like that. I saved you just to hear you say that?â He keeps saying, trying to express things that stuck in his mind because you said as if it was so useless that he saved you. All of it just because you don't want to fall in love with him? âYou think I'd ever be happy letting you die, watching you die like that? Because I'd rather tear my own heart out than watch you do that. If you didn't make it, I'd go with you. I'd let Lucifer take me just so I could be with you.â The mixed feelings that are in your heart is just too much to say anything else. You end up pull his shirt abruptly and kiss him passionately. For a moment, you break the kiss and say quietly and slowly to make it very clear to him. âDon't you dare telling me that you would let Lucifer take you so you could be with me.â You squeeze his shirt and pull closer again. âI can't stand that.â One of his hands moving to grab your hip and pull your body against his. âWell, you'll have to deal with it" He mutters "Because I would." against your lips before kissing you again. âFuck you, John.â John lets out a low moan, his hand moving to the back of your neck. âWhat if I die tomorrow? What if Lucifer finds me?â You asked. âThen I'll go to hell, get you, and put a bullet in Lucifer's head myself before I drag you back to earth.â John moans softly as he gives in to your kisses. âSay it again.â You whispered âIâll go to hell and put a bullet in Lucifer's head...â John repeated while his hand moving to the back of your head and gripping your hair as he kisses you deeply. His other hand slides down to your thigh, his touch possessive and hungry as he pulls you close to him, his body craving you completely. âFinish the sentence, John.â you demanded. âAnd I will drag you back to earth...â He whispers against your mouth, taking another bite of your bottom lip. âFuck-â
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Note: I just found that False God by Taylor Swift has the lyric that quite relate to the story omg!! Let me show you.
âWe were crazy to think. Crazy to think that this could work. Remember how I said I'd die for you?â
âAnd I can't talk to you when you're like this. Staring out the window like I'm not your favorite town. I'm New York City. I still do it for you, babe.â
âI know heaven's a thing. I go there when you touch me. Honey hell is when I fight with you.â
âBut we can patch it up good. Make confessions and we're begging for forgiveness.â
âBut we might just get away with it. Religion's in your lips. Even if it's a false god. We'd still worship.â
âStill worship this love. Even if it's a false god. Even if it's a false god. Still worship this love.â
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Leon is quick to jump in and defend Claire in this scene. Notice how Claire is quick to agree with him in the beginning too. They got each otherâs backs, and thatâs what I love about them.
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Just One
DBF!Joel Miller x afab!reader | w/c: 819 (she just a baby!)
Summary: Youâre still worked up even though Joelâs tapped out for the night. Maybe you need a kiss to satisfy youâa simple, sweet kiss. Right?
Content/Tags: Reader is able-bodied and has female sex anatomy, but is otherwise undescribed. Pussy pronouns (she)!! 18+ MDNI. Making out. Bulge grinding đ let me know if thereâs anything I missed!
A/N: @pinkypromisepascal and I had a conversationâŠand then I said I wanted to write a drabble based on what we talked about, to which she said âDO IT.â So I did. Yâall better thank her brain for this too!đââïž and to @strang3lov3, thank you for the extra pair of eyes AND THE MOODBOARD!!!đ I love you both so much. To everyone, I hope you enjoy, all my love xx
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Itâs been thirty minutes.Â
Thirty minutes since Joel had you folded nearly in half, your legs pressed against your torso, the slam of his hips pushing you higher up his mattress.Â
Thirty minutes since he made your eyes roll back, throat burning in pleasure.Â
Thirty minutes since he wiped you clean and massaged your hips.Â
Itâs been thirty minutes.Â
And heâs knocked the fuck out.Â
You sit up in his bed. Youâre not here very often. Ever, really. It was by chance you stayed over tonight. So you study the area. Take his space in. The painting and posters above his bed. The nightstand. The white fan sitting on his dresser, pointing directly at him. He runs hot when he sleeps. Too hot.Â
Your eyes trace his figure, then. His broad back on display, hips covered by his sheets.Â
His face. God, his face. Salt and pepper scruff around the edges, smile lines and furrowed eyebrow lines adorning his face. Theyâre not as harsh now as he succumbs deeper into his slumber, but theyâre present nonetheless.Â
His hooked nose sits prettily, the same nose that had you squirming and gasping for air earlier in the night. Your core flutters at the thought.Â
Youâre looking at his lips now, and you canât help the way your own forms a smirk.Â
âJoel,â you whisper.Â
A rock. Unmoving. Unfazed.Â
On your knees now, you shuffle to face him. Leaning forward, hand on his shoulder to nudge him, you try again.Â
âJoel.âÂ
âHm?â his sleepy voice rasps.Â
âI need your help,â you respond.Â
One eye peels open. His eyebrows move into their natural habitat, furrowed. âWhatâs wrong, darlinâ?âÂ
You put on your sweetest face. âCan I have a kiss?âÂ
You stifle a giggle at the daggers being thrown at you. âJesus,â he mutters. âHave you been up this whole time?âÂ
âItâs been thirty minutes,â you retort.Â
âNo, it ainâtââ you gesture to his clock before he can finish his thought. He faces it immediately, throwing his face back into his pillow with an incoherent grumble. âSleep,â he finally says.Â
âI will, sleeping beauty,â you giggle. âCan I please have a kiss first? Just one,â you ask again, lowering your voice an octave, a tone he can never deny.Â
He flips himself over, so heâs more on his back now. âItâs never just one.â
âThatâs not true,â you fake pout, leaning closer in, letting the tips of your nose dance.
âYou said one kiss months ago. Look where that got us.â His breath fans against your lips.
âI donât see you complaining,â you whisper, your body on fire with this conversation.Â
You let your lips finally meet, soft and sweet, but the heat building in your cheeks keeps you from breaking the seal. Without thinking, you climb on top of him, straddling him as your hands find the base of his neck, the length beneath you already beginning to stir.Â
You break away for less than a second before you bring your lips to his again, but heâs quick to stop you, a shit-eating grin between his cheeks. âThought ya said one?â He breathes.Â
âShut up,â you murmur, smashing your lips against his once more as your tongue coasts the expanse of his bottom lip, the taste of you from earlier still lingering.Â
âShit, sugar,â he groans into your mouth, his hips bucking into you on their own accord. âSheâs still so needy, ainât she? That why ya canât sleep?â
His bulge catches perfectly where you need him most, pulling a whimper from the back of your throat. âPlease, baby,â you pant.Â
âTold ya âs never jusâ one kiss,â he rasps as his heavy hands grab at your waist, guiding your hips into a more frenzied rhythm.
âYouâre right,â you cry, eyes clamping shut, nothing but the sweet sounds of your ecstasy blessing his ears.Â
Too blissed out to continue kissing him, you bring your lips to his jaw, nipping and licking the places you can reach. With a few harsh grinds of your hips, youâre moaning out into his earâhis partially deaf one, luckilyâwith millions of white sparkles flashing beneath your eyelids. Joelâs breathing stops at the same moment your body convulses, strangled grunts leaving his throat as he adds to your mess of his boxers.Â
âShe satisfied, yet?â He hums as you lay across his sweaty chest.
âMmm,â you pretend to think it over. âI think itâs her turn for a kiss now.âÂ
Joel scoffs. You can hear his smile with it.Â
You lift your head to look him in the eyes, a faux innocence in the way you jut out your bottom lip. âJust one, baby,â you reason with him.
Joel tosses you to your unspoken side of the bed. âSleep.âÂ
âButââ
âSheâll get her kiss in the morning.âÂ
Your eyes nearly pop out at the realization of his words. âG-Goodnight, baby,â you reply quickly.Â
ââS what I thought. Gânight, darlinâ.â
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HEART DEFENDERââââââ
ౚà§âž»niki x fem!reader
âž» synopsis, Nishimura Riki was truly and honestly, your sworn enemy, and everyone knew. You two shared lots of things, a friend group, academic rivalry, and most importantly school popularity. Receiving tons of confessions and notes on the daily from your fanboys and fangirls was nothing new. So you can't help but be shocked when he asks you to be his fake girlfriend for that same reason.
genre: enemies to lovers, fluff, highschool au
pairing: popular-footballplayer!niki x popular-fem!reader
wordcount: 11.5k !
tags: underage drinking, foul language/swearing, niki is an asshole, own characters included, y/n and niki are unrealistically popular but bare with me pls, jay is called a pervertđ, kissing
authors note! this was written for my beautiful babygirl , and it was also her idea so props to my pookie yall!!!đ also no proof read so sorry for any errors!!
A GENTLE HEAT falls onto the silk bed sheets, as a flickering blue light washes over the room, a sound waking you up from the dreamy state. You still had a hard time settling into the new reality that eloped you just a few days back. The summer was over, and so weâre all the exciting things you hadnât been able to do.Â
Although you didnât mind, it brought you comfort to keep your body and mind active. You donât like to mull over the fact that something is over, because that never brought it back, choosing to focus on every minute that was yet to come.Â
Maybe that was exactly the reason youâve become so popular amongst the male population of Alpine High-school, students swooning over your exquisite beauty, tall, well proportioned figure and beautiful mind. Some looks were only hungry for popularity and full of lust, but amongst all, you also found people who truly wanted to know you, and find out what was underneath the pretty shell.Â
Some would call it cliche, to only stick around people who held the same status as you, or shared a similar popularity rank, but you truly never intended for that. Having two of the most popular students in one team, automatically makes the entirety of the group more desirable and unattainable. You never had control over any of these things, but youâd also be lying if you said it didnât make you feel even more special.Â
Your phone vibrates, Song Eunseokâs name displayed on the screen, messages filling up your home screen every second. You smile lightly and press one of them to shoot him a quick reply, preventing him from spamming you with keyboard smashes.Â
Song Eunseok was one of your best-friends. He was there when others werenât, and he was always the one to help you endure any pain in life. He was like a bandaid, keeping you safe from any infectious disease but also helping ease the pain, even if it didnât feel like it at first. The affection in his tone, his words glowing with secrecy and honesty every time he spoke to you, thatâs exactly what made him so notable to your heart.Â
Kim Hana was also one of those people to you. Eunseok was good to you, but heâd never be able to substitute for a girl best-friend. You never treated Hana as a second option though. She wasnât even a month older than you, but wiser than most. Hana always knew what to say or do, she was like a compass to you. You knew you could never lose her, or else you wouldnât know which direction to walk towards. Still, behind the smart and intellectual facade, was a joyful and bright girl, who had the most infectious laugh you knew. Her smile was adorable and words of affection- comforting.Â
Park Sunghoon was also a member of your clique, recruited by Jake who swam alongside him on the schoolâs swimming team. Youâve never been really close to him, he was more of a friend to you when others were around. That didnât mean you didnât care for him though. Sunghoon was different, he was very secretive and smart. He didnât ever try, but always succeeded. He wasnât flashy about it either, keeping most of his success to himself.Â
Jake, who recruited Sunghoon, used to be your best-friend. You grew up with him, just like in every childhood best-friends movie, the two of you did everything together. Just like you, he moved out of his home country in his early years, which was one of the many things you had in common and could empathize about. You decided to go to the same highschool, following the promise you made in 4th grade; that youâll always stick together. The reciprocation brought you a feeling of comfort and safety, at first you didnât mind when he started getting closer with Nishimura Riki because you trusted him. You trusted him enough, and turned a blind eye enough until your once best friend wasnât yours anymore.Â
You tried to ignore the low pain it gave you, small weebs formed in your mind as you tried to justify Jakeâs behavior, arguing that he still speaks to you so kindly. You were still in the same group together, spending most of your days together and laughing sweetly at the smallest things. But instead of calling you, heâd call Niki, instead of hanging out with you on the weekends, heâd hang out with Niki and instead of inviting you as his plus one to events, heâd invite Niki.Â
Thatâs exactly why you hated Nishimura Riki, the last member of the seemingly âpopular kidâ clique you formed.Â
Niki was equally attractive and popular as you. He embodied a typical, bookish bad-boy character, the smitten look on his face winning girls hearts over every time. He was also a member of the football team, already earning a full ride scholarship for his sports successes. He was already an intelligent boy, but a free entry to college was nothing heâd deny. He was vastly athletic, but always dreamed of going to university. Niki may not have looked the part, but he truly was much more ambitious than many would guess.Â
He didnât have many reasons to hate you, but the sole fact that you were unbeatable, the first rank in school always alongside your name. He always stood proudly next to you on class president election day, but always ended up getting hurt when once again, you were chosen. Everyone loved you and even though he had his fair share of fans, he could never compare.Â
So the satisfaction that taking away your best-friend from you brought him, was enough to console his damaged pride. It was enough to compensate for his stolen spotlight.Â
You both had reasons to hate each other, and never even considered talking it out, even if you shared a friend group. Passive aggressive comments, and sarcastic remarks were enough to satisfy yours and Nikiâs mind.Â
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Niki, with his fair share of popularity, couldnât get away from constant love letters clogging up his locker, or girls' heartfelt love confessions. With the face of an angel and skills of a child prodigy, it was inevitable in some way. Those same girls were the reason for his incredibly and annoyingly large ego.Â
âNiki!â the brunette caught his attention with her squeaky and high pitched voice.Â
He turned around to catch a glimpse at her, only to find her with a pink glittery box in hand. Niki could sense another thought out, insanely touching confession coming his way.Â
âDo I know you?â he asked, trying his best to not make a rude face at the girl. At the end of the day he was the it-boy at his high-school, and had an image to upkeep.Â
âYou could get to know me. We have chemistry together!â she replied happily, completely neglecting the fact that his reply itself was a bit rude to begin with.Â
âIs that supposed to be some sort of pickup line?â Niki chuckled, running a hand through his hair as his shoulder fell to his right. He leaned on the lockers trying to remember the girl he was speaking to.Â
She pulls at the fabric of his blazer, a frisky look on her face âIt could be if you want it to beâÂ
He felt his body tensing up, a wave of uncomfort speeding through his veins. He was used to girls shoving themselves onto him, but why couldnât he be viewed as an equal to them? Just because he has stolen many women's hearts, didnât mean he didnât want to be treated with dignity and respect.Â
He could feel a bead of sweat trickle down his spine as the unknown girl pushed her body closer and closer. His white shirt started to suffocate him, feeling the box she had in her hands press against his stomach.Â
He could barely read the name Oh Jia off the girl's name tag, before backing away, making her stumble a little bit.Â
âDonât you think youâre getting a little too comfortable, Jia?â he asked.Â
She took a deep breath. She thinks of the many nights sheâd seen the boy infront of her standing proudly with a confident smile as he pulls her closer to his body. She is taken aback by the difference, wondering how she could've gotten so easily deceived by her own head to fall for such a fabricated version of Nishimura Riki, She had swooned over the cover, just like many girls before and after her.Â
This was one of the many daily confessions the boy would receive. Some happened to be much more friendly and cute, even making Nikiâs heart a little warmer. Some students just liked to test his limits, see how easy he can actually be. He hated that. He hated not being treated like a human being but rather a school attraction they all got to take turns trying out.Â
Although you were sworn enemies, the similarity between yours and Nikiâs experience love wise, was undeniable.Â
âWhat is my pretty girl doing all alone? Where did all your friends go?â Hyunsik, a member of the student council, asked with a flirtatious tone stopping you from getting to your history class.Â
âYours?â you questioned with a calm voice, having an idea of who Hyunsik was.Â
He smiled, wondering why you always played so hard to get. He was gorgeous, so what was your problem to just give into his warm embrace?Â
âDonât be like thatâ he answered, using his hand to push a strand of loose hair behind your ear.Â
You felt so incredibly uncomfortable. You had known Hyunsik for some time now, as the class president you did have to consult on important issues with him.Â
âWhat do you mean, Hyunsik?â you asked, a wonky smile on your face as you tried to give the boy a sign that you weren't interested in him.Â
âYou know what I mean. C'mon Y/n, you donât have to play so hard to get. We could have fun, Iâd make you feel so good and happyâ he confessed, his stance radiating confidence which was unbreakable.Â
He was attractive, but his personality and ego completely erased any chances of scoring a date with you or many other girls.Â
âIâm interested in someone elseâ you answered, backing away from him.Â
âYou always say that, yet you're still singleâ he said, offended by your relectuance.Â
âI donât think thatâs any of your business though, Hyunsik. I have to go nowâ you said, not letting him say anything else.Â
This wasn't the first time boyâs just assumed youâd be easy like that. Just like Niki, you hated it. You didn't mind the confessions, as long as they were kept cute and respectful. You hated being mean, and these situations just forced it out of you.Â
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âWhy donât we call Minjun over here, youâve been hanging out with him a lot, right?â Hana asked, turning to you. She shuffles to grab her phone, but you stop her.Â
Niki rolled his eyes at her words, not in the mood to stubbornly try to keep a civil conversation with Minjun. Kim Minjun was a member of the football team, and the number two placeholder in school. He really was handsome- slim face and a defined jawline, dark thick hair, eyebrows not touched once but seemingly shaped by Aphrodite herself, captivating siren eyes that made you fear eye contact, and lastly plump cherry lips. You could go on about Minjunâs beauty for days and not get bored of the topic.Â
He notoriously fought with Niki for the team captain position, and although never achieved it, still managed to be disliked by Niki. They had a visible rivalry. While Niki tried to beat Minjun for second place, Minjun tried to beat Niki for the team captain spot. The passive aggressive remarks only made it worse, but for the sake of the team they kept, or at least tried to keep it civil.Â
It reminded you of your friend group. You always tried your best to hide your deep rooted hatred for Niki around everyone, for the sake of their peace. The difference was that Niki never tried. He couldnât bear a minute without making a sneaky and rude comment towards you. In some way it made you feel better about yourself, knowing that you're mature enough to not bother your friends with your private issues.Â
âHeâs probably with the teamâ you answered, and she pouted at your response.
âHe wouldnât want to sit with Miss Perfect here, anywaysâ Niki snickered, poking at his lunch uninterested in what he saw on the metal tray. The pork cutlet seemed awfully indigestible today.Â
âI think youâre more so the problemâ Hana defended, knowing you wouldnât probably respond to him.Â
âItâs not like Minjun is perfect, c'mon. Heâs an annoying, selfious fuckboyâ Jake said, in an attempt to clear Nikiâs name.Â
But why couldnât he defend you? Did he really dislike you that much?Â
âHe really isnât thoughâ you responded, and Jake seemed taken aback by your change in demeanor.Â
It almost looked like he felt entitled to say anything, but you had no right to respond to him unless you werenât agreeing with him. Maybe that was what was left after your friendship of 10 years, the entitlement.Â
âOf course youâd say that, because you probably want him like all his other fangirlsâ Niki smirked, and pushed away his tray.Â
âDude, leave it. Can we just have a peaceful lunch period for once?â Sunghoon spoke up, looking up from his English notes.Â
He usually never said anything whenever these tense situations happened. Sunghoon kept quiet, listening in on the meaningless words leaving your mouths.Â
âIâm gonna goâ you rose from your chair, and picked up all your things. Hana tried to stop you, but her attempts were useless, as you gave her a small smile and left the table.Â
âWell, I will too thenâ Niki announced trailing right after you.Â
He walked towards you, a stupid look displayed on his face. You hated that you didnât have any power over him, letting him treat you like this for no good reason.Â
âIf you want to continue telling me how awful Minjun is, I really suggest you leave it, cause Iâm not going to change my mindâ you turned to him, as he stopped next to you by the lockers.Â
âI just want to get some books from my locker, canât I?â he tilted his head, and smirked evilly when he saw your annoyed look.Â
Another thing you hated was having a locker right next to his. Whoever assigned them, must truly despise you. Or potentially pray for your downfall.
He just scoffed at your lack of interest, and started to rummage through his pocket for the small key to his locker.Â
As soon as both of your locker doors opened, a swarm of notes and pink, red or purple little envelopes fell out. Some were cutely decorated, with adorable glittery stickers, some just a simple paper ripped out of the author's notebook.Â
You two looked at each other confused. You knew Niki was popular, and Niki knew you were popular, but not to this extent.Â
It wasnât an issue, for a long time, but as comical as it sounded this was starting to get annoying pretty quickly. Sometimes the both of you wondered what made you so special, what made you stand out so much. Was it the academic success that no other student seemed to achieve yet? Maybe it was the physical tasks that you conquered without breaking a sweat? Or was it just your appearance that was unique among all?Â
His mind was rushing, but one idea came out on top of the bubble of thoughts.Â
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âYouâve got to be kidding me, Nikiâ you laughed at his absurd idea, wondering if Jake is somewhere recording this secretly.Â
Niki canât yet tell if youâll buy it or not. The silence sinks into his skin, as the imprisoning walls surrounding you seem to close on him. Did he really just say that out loud?Â
âListen, we can just pretend to un-hate each other or something, and then date. Itâs all fake, obviously. Do you think Iâd want someone like you to be my girlfriend?â he responds. âWe canât tell anyone thoughâÂ
âI donât think thatâs a good ideaâ you mumble, and he chuckles.Â
âOh please donât tell me this is about Minjun?âÂ
You look at him annoyed. Why does he suddenly care so much about your relationship with Kim Minjun?Â
 âAnd what if it is?â you roll your eyes, turning away from his tall figure.Â
âHe doesnât care about you, Y/n. Canât you just agree, we both get something out of itâ he says, exasperated.Â
He reaches for your small shoulder, turning your body in his direction. He holds you while silence embraces the both of you. The sun subtly shines through the small window of the equipment room, illuminating his face, a sparkle in his eyes as he looks at you.Â
âWhat is in it for me?â you ask quietly, the moment between the two of you, making your heart beat faster.Â
Niki softens at the concern in your tone.Â
He knew you liked Minjun, everyone did, but this much? Did you really care for that douchebag? Did you lay on your bed at night, your thoughts always coming back to Kim Minjun? What did he do to steal your cold heart so easily?Â
âAn empty locker, thatâs for sureâ he lets go of you âAnd assholes like Hyunsik wonât annoy you anymore, isnât that enough?â he adds, his tone laced with confidence.Â
âYou know about Hyunsik?â you ask curiously.Â
He stifles a sharp inhale, realization hitting him.Â
Did you think he cares? He doesnât. He couldnât care less.Â
He tries to calm his unsteady nerves, preventing himself from saying anything that could damage his uninterested approach to your person even more.Â
âEunseok told me,â he answered quickly, his gaze turning to the small window.Â
You never told Eunseok.Â
You never told anyone cause this wasnât something abnormal. Yes, maybe Hyunsik was a bit forward about it, pushing himself onto you, but you just forgot about it after some time.Â
âAlrightâ you clear your throat âLetâs do itâÂ
Niki feels an unfamiliar warmth in his heart, trying to stifle the excitement that took over his body when he heard your words.Â
âBut what about our friends, Niki? Do you seriously think Sunghoon or Jake are that stupid?â you askÂ
It floods him again; the comfort of his name passing your lips, and he doesnât know why. Heâs never felt this way.Â
âHana is a hopeless romantic, sheâll believe anything if you slap a âboyfriendâ label on it. Eunseok and Sunghoon don't care anyway, and Jake? Iâll figure it outâ he answers, his voice so calm âEveryone else will just believe it as long as we make it believableâ he proceeds cautiously, putting emphasis on the âweâ. Â
âI donât get not telling our friends, honestlyâ you murmured, looking around the room.Â
He sighed âNo offense to Hana, but sheâs the biggest blabbermouth I knowâ he confesses.Â
You agree internally, not wanting to admit it, too proud of your friendship with the girl.Â
âIâll pick you up tomorrowâ he says after a moment of tranquility, leaving the room after he finishes his sentence.Â
You watch him step out and leave you alone with all the thoughts and worries.Â
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And so he did pick you up.Â
You wondered if Niki had cleaned up his car for you, remembering the mess last time you were in it. Probably not though.Â
âLetâs go,â he said, keeping the door open for you.Â
He grabbed your hand tightly, pulling through the crowd of students gathered in front of the building. Some had a stupid look on their face, wondering how the two of you could ever be dating, some didnât even budge.Â
Your chest swells with a torment of emotions, as you feel his warm, wrought hand grip yours. Pride, confusion, determination swarm through your veins, making a mess of your head. You press your knuckles to the warmth of your cheek, flustered by the looks you were receiving.Â
Your eyes scan the whole building, trying to find Minjun, worried what heâd say when he finds out. You never wanted him to think you were just playing with him, and by the looks of it, thatâs exactly what he was thinking when his eyes spotted yours.Â
A sad look of disappointment decorated his face, as you passed by, holding Nishimura Rikiâs hand so tightly.Â
You screw your eyes shut, chest rising and falling rapidly. You want to tell him everything, you know you could. But there was a boundary you promised to not cross, for yours and Nikiâs peace.Â
âThis is bullshitâ Sunghoon raises his eyebrows, as the two of you appear in front of all your friends.Â
âThe assignment you wrote for my physics class was bullshit, and I didnât say anything. This-â he says pointing to your intertwined hands âThis is for real, the real dealâ he adds proudly.Â
How long has he been acting?Â
âWhen did all of this happen?â Hana asks excitedly.Â
You didnât like agreeing with Niki, and even though it was sad to a degree, Hana really was gullible.Â
You smile âWe just started talking, I guess. It really happened naturallyâÂ
How long have you been acting?Â
âBut werenât you just fighting last week? And I thought you had a thing for Minjun?â Eunseok asked. He wasnât supposed to care.Â
âNo, no, Minjun is just a friendâ you answer after a moment.Â
Niki was surprised at your lack of hesitation, no signs of nervousness.Â
âWell congrats then. Iâm happy for you guysâ Jake smiled, and his acknowledgment meant the world to you.Â
You couldnât not care for him after all this time spent together. You wished you didnât care about what he thought, what he was up to, because it was no longer your place to ask or wonder.Â
âI hope Minjun doesnât feel sadâ Hana ponders, her soft heart melting for the boy.Â
You laugh at her kindness, but deep down you know sheâs right âI doubt. I think I made it clear to him that Iâm not interestedâ you reply in an attempt to calm her nerves.Â
âI hope so, heâs really a good guyâ she mumbles, a look of frustration on her face.Â
You wonder why.Â
âHe isnât but whateverâ Niki professes, a disgusted tone lacing his voice.Â
Eunseok laughs âOne day anniversary and heâs already jealousâÂ
You never expected them to be so gullible, to fall for such a fabricated lie, but here they were laughing and making jokes about the two of you. It was hard to lie to your friends, especially Eunseok and Hana, but something in your head kept convincing you that this was indeed a good idea.Â
âYou shouldâve made a big reveal at the gameâ Hana acknowledges, a sweet smile on her face as she imagines herself in your position. âOur school would win, everyone cheering you on and then boom- you run up to Y/nnie and kiss herâ she tells, a twinkle to her eyes.Â
Niki laughs, and this time it seems genuine. He likes the thought of that, but canât quite figure out why. Air is taken out of his lungs as he imagines carefully taking your jaw in one hand, and pressing a sweet kiss to your soft lips, as everyone cheers him on for leading the team to yet another victory.Â
He canât be thinking straight.Â
âThatâs a little bizarre donât you think?â Sunghoon asks Hana, remembering watching something similar with the girl.Â
Hana shakes her head, and he just chuckles at her persistence âIâm just giving him ideas, subtlyâÂ
âVery subtleâ Niki answers, and she winks at him.Â
âAre we still on for the after party at yours?â Eunseok asks, turning his head towards Jake who seems to be totally out of it, as he hurriedly copies Sunghoon's chemistry homework.Â
âYeah, yeah. No matter if we winâ he mumbles, devoted to a completely different world at the moment.Â
A small smile forms on your face. You would definitely hold Niki tight, making sure no girl pulls him out of your grasp for a quick seven minutes in heaven. Itâs all fake, though. Nothing more than just a pact between two sworn enemies who want a little more peace in their life.Â
âEven if we lose, we still need to celebrate a good gameâ Niki smiles, and Eunseok smiles at his attitude.Â
âWith a captain like you my guy, we ainât never losingâ Eunseok winks at Niki, receiving a small laugh and bow from the boy.Â
You felt guilty. This was the first time in a while when everything felt so gratifying and free amongst your friend group. With the constant fighting and teasing you never seemed to notice the charming dynamic between everyone. It felt like all along the both of you were the problem, and maybe your friends accepted this suspicious relationship so quickly, because it meant they got to experience moments like this once again.Â
âWhat do these fucking hieroglifs say, I canât decipher this shitâ Jake grunts with frustration, as he pulls the notebook closer.Â
Sunghoon laughs and tries to carefully explain every line of text to Jake.Â
Maybe you were too focused on your own problems with Niki to notice that this is what couldâve been of your friend group.Â
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You and Niki seemed to get closer as time passed.Â
The both of you didnât even notice it, the barrier between you passing by like a breeze. It came all so naturally, and you never knew youâd have so much in common with the boy you swore you hated.Â
You would accustom him to his practice sometimes, and heâd proudly show you off to all his teammates. The lines between faking it and being truthful have faded by now, confusing your heart a little. But just a little. Because at the end of the day it was fake.Â
âI think itâs time you pay me back,â Niki said, a mischievous smile decorating his face.Â
You looked at him with a confused expression âFor what exactly?âÂ
He smiles, and brings his backpack to his chest, rummaging through it to find the key item.Â
Niki was smart, very smart. He didnât earn the number three rank for no reason, proudly representing the school on the pitch and in numerous academic competitions. Yet his mind couldnât quite understand anything written in his physics textbook. He passed by fine, but it never satisfied him to cheat on his tests, and pay Sunghoon to do his homework for him.Â
âTutoring? Seriously? And what did you do to deserve it?â you asked, raising your eyebrow.Â
He smiles widely âWell I havenât seen any sappy men bothering you, so I think you owe me this oneâÂ
âI havenât seen any sappy girls bothering you either, so I thought we were evenâ you answer, not giving into his request just yet.Â
You knew youâd do it. You did everything he asked you to do.Â
âCâmon Y/n! I need your help, just this one time, please?â he pleaded, a pout on his face âI wonât be able to play in the game this week if I donât get a good grade on this testâ he adds in an attempt to convince you.Â
You laugh at his desperation, and nod your head âFine, but you owe me oneâÂ
He nods hurriedly, and pulls out all the things youâll need to give him the greatest tutoring session ever.Â
âImagine youâre driving a carâ you said sketching a simple diagram âWhen you hit the brakes, what happens?âÂ
Niki furrowed his eyebrows, and you wondered how he couldnât comprehend such a simple concept as Newton's laws. It was cute in a way.Â
âWell I slow down, but thatâs too obvious. This is probably a much more complex answer, isnât it?â he pondered the question.Â
âNo Niki, itâs that simpleâ you laugh âThatâs Newton's first law in action. An object in motion stays in motion unless acted upon by an external force. When you hit the brakes, you apply force to the car, causing it to decelerateâÂ
His eyes lit up in understatement, as he tried to solve another question you threw at him.Â
âWas it really that hard?â you asked him with a small smile, and he hesitated at first.Â
His eyes glazed through the notebook, but soon enough he answered âNot really. It was much better when you explained it rather than Ms. LeeâÂ
âIâm gladâ you answered âIf itâs really that bad, you can ask me for helpâÂ
âIt really isnât that bad thoughâ Niki answered, with a chuckle.Â
âOh câmon you donât even understand Newton's laws, it is badâ you reply.Â
âOkay you geek, I get it. But I thought I have to deserve your tutoring?â he questioned, a small smirk on his face.Â
âYou gotta help out a dumb bitch once in a whileâ he pretends to be offended at your words.Â
Not so long ago, heâd probably blow up at you for those words. Heâd probably make a scene, resulting in everyone being uncomfortable for a good two days. This time was different. You were different.Â
âThe way you talk to me- itâs unlike youâ you inquire suddenly, after a moment of calming silence.Â
âHow come?â Niki asks, not raising his gaze from the workbook.Â
âYour voice is softerâ you smile, and he canât help but reciprocate.Â
It brings him a weird comfort. The words passing by your lips, make his heart warmer, a trickling yet pleasing feeling in his spine. He canât quite pinpoint the moment you touched his mind so intimately, erasing any barrier between you and him. Being with you felt so easy. It feels so easy, that he even forgets why he hated you in the first place.Â
âAre you coming to my game?â he asked, a new found passion for physics coursing through his veins as he solves yet another problem with ease.Â
You looked at him adoringly âObviouslyâÂ
He chuckled âIâm gladâ he looked up at you âBut I thought you hated footballâÂ
Well you did. You hated it because Niki played it. But even if he didn't ask you, youâd come.Â
âI just don't understand it, thatâs allâ you gave him a half smile, looking through his textbook for any more challenging questions for Niki to solve.Â
âYou don't have to be there if you don't want to, Y/nâÂ
You seem to enjoy the way your name slips his lips so delicately.Â
âNo no, I want to be there for you, and I think Itâd be sus if I didn't show up. Plus, Hana has some new crush and wants to see him playâ you chuckle, and so does Niki, noting that the girl falls in love with anyone and everybody.Â
âIs it Jay? Iâve seen them mingling beforeâ he questions and you shake your head.Â
âJay was last month, old news. I think his name is Sungchan? Or Seunghan, I don't knowâ you ponder the question, going back to that one conversation you had with the girl about her new love interest.Â
The possibility that heâs also not the guy she likes now is very high-her heart swooning for any man that gives her the time of day.Â
Hana was gorgeous and incredibly sweet. No wonder she had a new talking stage every week, no boy being able to handle her.Â
âSungchan. Heâs a good guy. I can approve of him, definitely better than Jayâ he recalls many situations including Jay, where the boy proved himself to be absolutely useless and weird.Â
Maybe it was his team captain complex, but Niki seemed to notice many things that others didn't. His duty was to take care of his teammates, so catching onto the tiniest things was inevitable.Â
âWhatâs wrong with Jay?â you question, and he laughs wondering if the words will even peer out of his mouth.Â
âHeâs like, fucking pervertedâ he laughs âWell maybe not that badly, but still, heâs just proper dodgyâÂ
You're shocked at his admission, and internally glad your best-friend got over him so quickly.Â
Your conversation with Niki seemed to flow so easily. You never had to try hard, something always slipping off your tongue, his personality making it so easy. You never thought youâd have so much in common with Niki, so much to talk to him about. You were so fixated on something that was beyond his control, instead of pissing Jake off for being a horrible friend.Â
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âI need to go to the bathroom quickly before the game startsâ Hana said hurriedly, her small figure rushing towards the bathroom, making you smile to yourself.Â
You blush. You remember the brief mention Hana made, expressing the want for a more romantic expose of the relationship between you and Niki. You wonder if Niki remembers too.Â
Usually you never cared for the highschool football games, skipping in order to study more or spend time with your best-friend. This time was different, you felt like a trophy to your oh-so-fake boyfriend, excited to see what comes after he scores a winning touchdown.Â
âCan we talk?â Minjunâs voice takes you by surprise, making you stop in a halt.Â
âUh, sureâ you reply, taken aback by the sudden serious tone and demeanor, knowing him from the bubbly personality and sweet voice.Â
âI know youâre faking itâ your heart sinks âWhy are you doing this? Why are you doing this to yourself? Seriously, Niki?â he asks, and you go completely silent, trying to figure out a reasonable answer to his accusations.Â
âI donât know what youâre talking about Minjun,â you say after a moment of uncomfortable silence.Â
A frown tugs at the corners of his mouth. He didnât expect that reply. He doesnât know what he really expected in the first place.Â
âFor whatever reason you are doing this, you couldâve just asked me. Why didnât you ask me? I wouldâve helped you, no matter how stupid it isâ he kept going, and it felt like you were digging yourself deeper into this lie.Â
He remembers standing in this same place, your hand hitting his arm playfully, your eyes lighting up at anything he said. In some way, he feels just as barren and vulnerable in your silence as he had that day.Â
âMinjun, I think you should go join the rest of the team. Theyâre probably looking for youâ you answered, wondering why Hana hasnât come to save you by now.Â
âI really liked you Y/n. Like really fucking liked you. I donât know why you're doing this, especially why youâre helping out that asshole Nikiâ he added quietly, as Hana came up to the two of you.Â
âMinjun!â she smiled at him, and he forced one himself âFighting Minjunnie! Iâm rooting for you! We both are!â she cheered.Â
âSurelyâ he said, leaving the two of you.Â
Hana turned to you confused with Minjun's sudden ignorance âDid you two fight or something?â she asked.Â
âItâs nothing. I think heâs just stressed outâ you replied calmly, leading the girl out to the bleachers.Â
You tried to focus. You tried to be the perfect (fake) girlfriend for Niki, as he played one of his most important games, but Minjunâs words sunk so deep. They were all you could think about.Â
You couldn't quite figure out why you didn't just admit it. Why didn't just tell him everything and end the bet with Niki? You wanted to so badly before.Â
âSungchan is playing like a bitch right nowâ Eunseok commented, disappointed with his friends performance.Â
âDon't say that, Eunseok!â Hana slaps his forearm and he laughs at her anger.Â
At least you knew she was still crushing on him, instead of Jay.Â
âNo seriously, what is going on with that manâ Sunghoon said, squinting slightly, his eyes trailing behind Sungchans figure.Â
Hana kept hushing them, begging for her friends to not speak so badly about her soon-to-be husband. You found it adorable, noting to ask Niki to set her up with him.Â
âOur boy is doing so well though. Maybe he actually needed a girl in his lifeâ Eunseok smiled at you.Â
You felt a heat rush to your cheeks at his words, wondering if he actually performed any better this time.Â
Maybe he was trying to show off in front of you? Or make you proud?Â
âHeâs been training like crazyâ you say, and they keep hyping him up.Â
âJakey, are you okay?â Hana asked the boy sitting next to you, concerned when she noticed his tired face.Â
He smiled âIâm fine, Hana. Donât worryâ he said fondly âLook Sungchan is waving at youâ he pointed, the girl immediately turning her figure towards him to wave back.Â
âDid you just see that? He waved at me! Sungchan waved at me!â Hana gleamed excitedly, Eunseok looking at her with disgust.Â
âI canât believe you like his bitchassâ he half-smiled, shaking his head in a playful act of disbelief.Â
âAren't you two friends? Oh Iâm so telling him about thisâ she replied, and he put his hands up.Â
âMaybe your fantasy will come trueâ you inquire, and Hanaâs mind races back to the moment she imagined a dreamy kiss on the field.Â
âWith the way heâs playing, I doubt there will be anything to celebrateâ Jake said, and Hana hummed tiredly.Â
âCan you guys leave him alone? Heâs tired, okay?â she mused, and everyone nodded, done with teasing the girl.Â
You canât help but stare at Niki. Even with the heavy gear, he still manages to look good. When did he get so attractive? How come youâve never noticed the pretty little mole on his chin, his gorgeous lips that begged for your touch, and eyes that grew whenever he talked about something he loves. He was right in front of you this whole time.Â
You practically begged for Minjunâs attention just a couple weeks back, yet now you felt yourself fading away from the feelings for him. You canât bring yourself to come up with any conclusion, or to bother with distractions, but why? Why was it so hard to just accept the truth as it was: you wanted Niki to want you.Â
The game was nearing the end, and Niki could already smell the victory coming his way. He wanted to make you proud, he wanted to see your smile while you ran up to him, praises spewing from your mouth as he hugs you tightly. He hated that it was all fake, the realization dawning upon him; he wants you to want him.Â
But he knows deep down that itâll never be the two of you.Â
A loud horn breaks your trail of thoughts, the audience screaming happily as Niki scores the winning touchdown. It was just like how you imagined, wondering if heâll actually kiss you now. You know you wanted him to.Â
He took off his helmet, his hair ruffled, beads of sweat falling down his face, but a wide smile when he spots you with a wide grin striding towards him. Itâs just like he imagined.Â
He doesnât know what to do. Everyone is looking, and this is the moment he could victoriously hold you. It would make his ego grow, the perfect highschool popular kid image never dwindling, but what would you think of it? God what if you pushed him off of you in front of everyone.Â
As much as he could prevent things from happening or predict anything, he couldnât have known that you would be the one to initiate his deep rooted fantasy. He couldnât have prepared himself for your pretty lips that pressed against him in a chaste, sweet kiss. You felt so good against him, and he couldnât find himself pulling away. He never expected himself to enjoy such a fucking cliche moment- but here he was, wanting more and more.Â
He wants to tell you everything in that moment- how he wanted this too, how heâd imagined your lips against his, and how he wants to kiss you everywhere. He knows he could. Heâd even blame it on the slip of his unruly tongue. Yet there was a boundary heâd have to walk upon, a fear of losing you prevailing his selfishness. He knows he wonât.Â
âWh-â he tries, and fails to still his breathing. Niki hopes you canât hear the tremble in his voice âHow was it?â he asks, his voice unsteady. He doesnât care though.Â
âYour game or the kissâ you smile, and he wonders how you can be so calm about this.Â
He smiles shyly âBothâÂ
âStopâ you laugh and he feels himself float above his body âYou did greatâÂ
âAll for youâ his response is amorous.Â
Niki canât help but laugh at your silence, watching you replay those words in your head. He pats your head, and throws his arm over your shoulder.Â
How could any of this possibly be fake?Â
âGood fucking game dudeâ Eunseok exclaimed, with a bright smile on his face, as everyone else decided to join you by Nikiâs side.Â
You looked around, a giddy and gleeful Hana, hugging a tired and sweaty Sungchan, as he smiled at her affection. Everyone had happily come down to congratulate the team, but Minjun was nowhere to be seen. Maybe you never intended to hurt him, but you so obviously did.Â
âJake you better fucking continue this energy at your disgustingly rich mansionâ Sunghoon warned, and Jake smiled at his words.Â
âYou donât have to worry about thatâ he replied contentedly, and you were glad to see him like this.Â
Jake was rich. Like really fucking rich. To the point that he was offended when âeat the richâ was trending, defending that he didnât choose this life. His mansion in the hills was the go to spot for summer and any other party.
 But then again, itâs not like he didnât have people to clean up after everything goes silent.Â
_____Â
âY/n!â you turned, your eyes meeting Wonbinâs, as you entered the kitchen you knew better than anyone present.Â
You smiled, as the boy moved in your direction holding a red solo cup.Â
Wonbin was your designated drink mixer and party buddy for whatever event hosted by whoever. You wouldn't call him a close friend, rather a person youâd talk to only on a special occasion.Â
âWhere your boyfriend at?â he asked with a grin, making you chuckle.Â
The word didn't make your heart feel weird anymore. It felt so natural, normal, and sometimes youâd even forget it was all fake. For the past couple of weeks youâve learned to forget easily, not wanting to pick apart Nikiâs actions to maybe notice a pattern. You didnât want to accidentally misinterpret.Â
âProbably playing some stupid game in the living roomâ you sighed, hoping to get a little more out of him this time.Â
You knew that the fake relationship was coming to an end, it already had gone on for way too long.Â
âMhmâ Wonbin hummed, resting his body on the kitchen counter âItâs fake isnât it?â he asked, taking you by surprise.Â
You had absolutely no idea what to say. Wonbin really wasn't a part of any friend group you knew or were in, so what was the shame in telling him the truth? But itâd hurt your pride too much to say the truth out loud.Â
You avoided eye contact, not knowing what reply would secure your safety and not damage your pride. Your silence made Wonbin laugh âCâmon, you can tell meâÂ
âItâs so embarrassingâ you admit, and he shakes his head.Â
âNot really. Thereâs plenty of girls who dream of this whole fake dating type of shitâ he defended, and it made you smile lightly.Â
He was right. There were girls out there who fantasized about a fake relationship, and there definitely were also girls who dream about a relationship with Nishimura Riki.Â
Even though you initially hated his guts, maybe you were lucky after all?Â
âI just can't comprehend the fact you chose Niki out of all people to be your fake boyfriendâ he chuckled, and took a sip of his own drink.Â
âIt was his idea, I promiseâ you replied, and Wonbin mouthed a âno fucking wayâ, unable to imagine Niki, the person who swore he hated everything about you, ask you to be his fake girlfriend.Â
âPeople can be really annoying, and I guess we just had some things in common after allâ you added, and he nodded, still trying to visualize the situation you described.Â
In a way it felt good to tell someone. You had been hiding it for so long, the lies eating you alive.Â
It had been so long that you didn't even know what had become of this initially fake relationship. The line had already been blurred a long time ago, and it was hard to move along it at this point. He had done so many things, in private, that you didn't know where you stood anymore.Â
âI can tell you actually like himâ Wonbin admitted, once again taking you by surprise âThe way you talk about him, itâs differentâÂ
âYou act so smart and psychological, itâs so annoyingâ you huffed, and turned away from him, chugging the drink he had previously made for you.Â
He laughed âThe truth hurts, doesn't it?âÂ
âI donât like Nikiâ you said, trying to sound as confident as you could, but Wonbin saw right through you anyway.Â
He didn't want to continue the topic, knowing he had already exhausted your limits. You also knew that no matter what, admitting something like that out loud wouldn't be easy either.Â
The built up hatred and anger you had for Niki, couldn't have just disappeared so easily after a couple conversations and hangouts. But it did. And it frustrated you so much.Â
âYou guys playing spin the bottle in the living room with us?â a red faced Hana asked, peeking her head into the kitchen slightly.Â
âWith us, meaning?â Wonbin asked, making Hana slightly stumble into the kitchen.Â
She started putting down her fingers âWell me, obviouslyâ she smiled âSungchannie, thank godâ she let out a steady, thankful breath âSome girls, Oh Jia, Lee Chae, I donât really recognize the rest. Oh, and Eunseok, Yang Jungwon, Minjunnie and some othersâ she went on, her drunken state making the explanation much longer than it should've been.Â
âNo, no, no! Niki too! Y/n you need to come!â she exclaimed, eyes wide. She took your hand and pulled you with her.Â
You looked at Wonbin pleadingly, and with a small smile he trailed right behind the two of you. He always claimed to be âtoo oldâ for those type of games, but always ended up staying till the end of any.Â
Park Wonbin was truly full of shit.Â
Your eyes met Nikiâs as he sat in the circle, his back pressed against the couch. You looked at him, mouthing âwhat are you doingâ and he pointed to Oh Jia sitting across from him.Â
You knew she liked him, and it definitely didn't make you happy.Â
âI can see some couples here, yall into shit like this?â Jungwon asked, eyeing not only you and Niki, but Hana and Sungchan who seemed to have already made the news that went around school.Â
You chuckled quietly and shook your head âItâs nothing that serious, just a stupid gameâÂ
âIt will be serious for you soonâ Jia mumbled, her friend turning to her with a shit eating grin.Â
Oh if they only knew how absolutely out of it they looked. What the fuck were they even talking about anyway.Â
âI donât think we should be playing thisâ you whispered to Niki, who previously patted down a seat for you next to himself.Â
âLook how many people are playing, doubt me or you will get chosenâ he smiled, and you nodded.
Still, isn't the sole fact you are even agreeing to participate weird? Shouldnât you be mingling in a closet somewhere deep inside the house? God what was he thinking. This was so unbelievable, and you weren't surprised that Wonbin had caught on.Â
âMe first!â Hana cheered excitedly, as Eunseok had finally brought a bottle to play with.Â
You looked over at Sungchan, who had a sad expression on his face. You could see his eyes praying on the bottle to land on him, his hands trembling with each spin. It was cute.Â
The Gods above must have heard his prayers, the bottle landing on him with no doubt.Â
He smiled and leaned into your bestfriend to plant a quick kiss on her lips. She pouted and grabbing his head, pushed for more. Maybe she was drunk, but you knew sheâd remember this well. Although a witness, youâd hear about it for a long long time.Â
âIâm guessing you donât want to spin, Sungchan?â Eunseok chuckled, and the boy holding onto Hana, shook his head no.Â
âTwo players down so quicklyâ a boy with black hair, who you didn't recognize, commented.Â
While Jungwon went in to spin, your eyes caught Minjunâs. You couldn't read him, his expression stone cold. He was either mad at you or didn't care. Thatâs the thing, you didn't know.Â
âStop looking at himâ Niki whispered, cutting your moment with Minjun short.Â
âI think heâs mad at meâ you said, and Niki furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.Â
âWhy?â he asked, eyeing Minjun down.Â
âHe figured it out, you know, figured us outâ you replied, putting emphasis on the word âusâ âI didn't admit, obviously, and thatâs why I think heâs mad. Heâs convinced I played him on purposeâ you added, and Nikiâs gaze softened.Â
âIâm sorryâ he said quietly, his eyes falling onto his lap.Â
You looked at him confused, âWhat are you talking about?âÂ
He finally looked over at you, his face displaying a half smile, that felt cold to you âI ruined your chances with Minjun. I guess I was only thinking about myself back then, so Iâm saying sorry. I can talk to him when this is overâ he answered, and you felt your heart break.Â
He didn't like Minjun, you knew it very well. Minjun knew it too. But somehow he felt bad for the both of you. If only he knew how much you didn't care about Kim Minjun at this moment. How much you actually cared about the boy next to you. Maybe if he knew he wouldn't feel so sorry, you thought.Â
âYou don't have to be sorry, Niki. We both wanted thisâ you smiled, and squeezed his hand.Â
âI can tell Niki really wants to go nowâ Sunghoon exclaimed, and hurried Niki to spin the bottle.Â
The boy hesitated, looking over at you. You nodded for him to go ahead with a smile. God was this weird? You agreeing to your (fake) boyfriend playing fucking spin the bottle. Not only that , but playing with him. This was so stupid.Â
He took the small soju bottle, and spinned it lightly. He prayed it would fall on you.Â
Or one of his bros, no homo of course.Â
The music was blaring, and you hoped that bottle could feel your intense stare, successfully landing on you.Â
As much as luck was on Sungchanâs side today, he seemingly took all of it with him earlier. The bottle pointed straight at Oh Jia, the girl who was known for her little obsession with Niki.Â
She looked at you with a disgusting smile, and moved her body towards Niki. He looked at you, and you didn't even know what to say. You couldn't tell him no, he wasn't yours after all.Â
âSorry, Y/nâ she muttered, and you felt your blood boil at her annoying, high pitched voice.Â
She moved even closer, but her actions were stopped with Niki moving the bottle's nozzle to point at you.Â
He didn't even let you or Jia speak, eagerly going in to kiss your lips he missed so much. It hasn't even been 3 hours since you initiated the first one, but his lips starved for your touch. You could feel it. You could feel the desperation in his movements. The taste of his chapstick mixing in with the saliva, it was much more passionate than last time.Â
âPayback for last timeâ he mumbled, pulling away, his voice unsteady.Â
You looked at him dumbfounded. What the fuck did he just do? Was this another stunt to show off his cool, popular boy persona, cause it seemed just like that. But you couldn't blame him either, you started it.Â
No matter what, it felt good, and you wondered how to get yourself to stop.Â
âThatâs cheating!â Jiaâs friend exclaimed, crossing her arms.Â
âThe bottle is clearly on her, I don't know what you're talking aboutâ Wonbin defended, and you smiled at him.Â
Jia huffed, leaving the game along with her friend.Â
âWeâll leave tooâ you said, watching them go upstairs.Â
Jungwon sighed âIâm forced to kiss the boys nowâÂ
You looked around, not a single woman in the circle that was initially full.Â
You pulled Nikiâs hand, taking him to an empty room. He felt confident at that moment, rehearsing his confession in his head. He was going to tell you. He was going to tell you, and it was going to be amazing. Youâd listen to him in awe, and then agree to be his actual girlfriend.Â
âI have something to tell youâ he said, as you closed the door behind yourself.Â
He sat down on the bed, and you stood in front of him âMe tooâÂ
âYou go firstâ he smiled, and you looked out the window, the words lingering at the tip of your tongue.Â
You wanted to tell him how you actually felt. But you knew you couldn't. You were enemies, nothing more.Â
âWe should end this,â you said after a moment of silence.Â
_____Â
Things had gone back to normal.Â
You didnât expect much from Niki, guessing heâd either be overly nice to you, expressing his thankfulness for helping him get rid of annoying fangirls, or go back to being annoying himself.Â
But he was neither. He didnât say anything. Just like he didnât say anything that day, he had gone completely quiet ever since. Instead of teasing you, he ignored you.Â
He ate lunch with the football team, and it hurt you to see him laugh purely with them. It even seemed like he had gotten along with Minjun, which confused you even further. They hated each other, but now? It seemed like they were just laughing at your misery, getting high off of seeing you like this. Was this just a huge plan to get you looking like a complete loser?
Maybe he shouldâve been sorry that day, not only did you lose Minjun, but everyone of your fanboys at this school. That sounded awful, but it was partially true.
You two had only revealed the 'breakup' to your closest friends, not exactly reaching any agreement regarding the rest of the students.Â
You could pretend to be mad at him in front of your friends, but it hurt you so much. It hurt to see him behave like this towards you, knowing you did nothing wrong. You two were never real, so why was he so different so suddenly. You just hoped that it was a performance for your friends to make it more believable, but as days went by, you started to doubt it.Â
âThis is a sign that I shouldnât regret not dating Hana,â Sunghoon chuckled, looking over at the table Niki was seemingly having more fun at. He never laughed like this with all of you.Â
Was it all for show?
âFuck offâ you mumbled, looking down at your lunch, which was vastly unappetising today.Â
âItâs not your fault, Y/n, donât worry. For all I know, it was probably his fault anywaysâ Jake said, which made you suddenly look up from your food for the first time in a while.Â
âYou defending me?â you chuckled, and he shrugged.Â
You looked over at Niki once again, attempting to catch him looking at you too.Â
But he canât. He canât bear to look at you. He can only think about the dark heat of that room, your words ringing in his ears. Resisting the searing force that wanted, more than anything, to try and tell you again.Â
âGod, this is so annoying!â Hana exclaimed âY/nnie didnât do anything, and heâs acting like a pussy all of a suddenâÂ
She pouted, a weird vibe circulating all of you today. It felt like you were mourning him in some way.Â
You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, a text message from Minjun lighting up your homescreen. It was ironic, a picture of you and Niki on your lock screen, a message from Minjun decorating it.Â
Minjun: Can we talk?Â
You thought about replying, the scenarios of him playing a stupid prank on you along with Niki replaying in your mind. Nevertheless, you texted back a short confirmation, and locked your phone.Â
You could feel his eyes on you, as you set your phone down on the table.Â
âŠ
âWhat did you want to talk about?â you asked, your voice unsure of the situation.Â
It felt familiar, meeting in the equipment room, but this time instead of Niki who had the prettiest face out there, it was Kim Minjun.
âI knew it was fakeâ he said, and you felt a heat rise to your cheeks.Â
You looked away from him, your eyes landing on the window. The sky was gray, the sun no longer shining in through it.Â
âI donât want to talk about this again, Minjun,â you sighed, tired of the topic already. Especially tired of talking about it with him.Â
âNo thatâs not the pointâ he stopped you from leaving, you turned towards him once again.Â
âThen what is it Minjun? Did Niki tell you all about it? Did he tell you how stupid I was to fall for him, even though it was all fake? Did you get me to come here only so you could make fun of me for being so naive? Is that what it is?â you blurted out. You had suddenly lost control over your words, your response coming out much harsher than you intended.Â
âWhat are you talking about? Do you seriously think Iâm plotting behind your back with Niki?â he asked hurriedly.Â
Now that he said it, out loud, it sounded so stupid. You knew Niki long enough to know he hates Minjun more than he has ever hated you, and would never ever make any deal with him.
âMaybeâ you huffed, turning from him âI donât know Minjun. Can you just say it already?âÂ
He sat down on the chair in the far right corner, his hand signaling for you to come closer, patting down the chair next to him.Â
âI guess I did sort of figure it out, the fact that what you and Niki had was fake. But he told me about it himself recently. He also said you didnât intend to hurt me, and that he forced you to do this whole fake dating thingâ Minjun relayed the message, and you didnât know Niki would remember your conversation during that stupid game.Â
Niki was evidently mad at you for ending things with him, but encouraging Minjun to try with you once again? That was what pissed you off the most, you couldnât figure him out in any possible way. One day you canât figure out the actual intention behind his words, exchanging sweet words and kisses, and the other, going back to complete strangers. Not even enemies, strangers.Â
âHe really said that?â you asked, and Minjun nodded âI really didnât want to hurt you Minjun. Iâm sorry for leading you on, in some way. I shouldâve never agreed to it in the first placeâ you add, avoiding eye contact with the boy.Â
You hear him chuckle, and with a furrow to your eyebrows you look up at him.Â
He smiles âItâs not your fault I already know that much. I shouldnât have blown up on you before the match like that anyways. It truly is none of my business who you hang out withâ he assured, and it made you feel a little better.Â
âI know, but I just hope you can still speak to me comfortably after thisâ you gave him a small smile, still unsure of your situation with him.Â
âIâm not going to try and get with you again though, don't worryâ he said calmly, and although you knew it, it still felt weird to hear.Â
You chuckled âNot to sound selfish, but why? Am I not cute anymore?â you pouted sarcastically, and he laughed.Â
âI can see you like him, like a lot. I even felt stupid for saying those things to you, cause you made it so believable at the party. The way you look at him, the way you speak to him, thatâs not fake. All of it is real, and I wouldnât want to stand in the middle of thatâ he answered, and you felt your heart skip a beat.Â
And you thought you were good at hiding it.Â
âNiki doesnât feel the same thoughâ you gave him a sad smile, fiddling with the material of your sweater.Â
âYou think so?â he asks, but it doesn't necessarily sound like a question.Â
You hum in agreement, and he chuckles lightly âThe same goes for him. Trust me itâs real. I can see it, hear it and feel it. The way his voice was so sad yet hopeful when he spoke to me about you, I know he likes you. Niki is just really stubborn, and heâd rather live in misery and not tell anyone instead of just admitting his feelings to you, or honestly anyone elseâ he explains, and you feel your heart start to beat faster.Â
Was he right? Did Niki like you? Or did Minjun have a terrible judge of character and all this way a complete bullshit.
âWhat should I do then? Gosh this is so annoyingâ you sighed, combing your fingers through your hair.Â
âTell him? What else is there to do? If Iâm wrong, which Iâm notâ he smiled proudly â-and he doesnât like you, I owe you big timeâ he offered.Â
âI donât know if I should take that risk, thoughâ you said, and he rolled his eyes playfully.Â
âDo you really want it to be like this for the rest of highschool? God, if he doesnât like you, youâll just find someone betterâÂ
Easier said than done.Â
But maybe he was right. At the end of the day you had nothing to lose, so why not just tell him?
âFineâ you grumble, and he laughs, taking your hand to pull you out of the room, before any teacher finds you.Â
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You had left a note in his locker the next day, too scared to face him yourself.Â
You waited, hiding your body behind the huge column, peeking to see if he had come to grab something from his locker already.
You felt like one of his fangirls. Giggling to yourself, as you awaited the arrival of your mighty savior, Nishimura Riki, hoping you are the one he picks. Hoping that he reads your note, and whispers an âI like you tooâ rosy cheeked, hot breath and all.Â
How did you get like this? You curse yourself for letting something so seemingly small, so innocent, writhe under your skin and possess your mind.Â
You didnât catch it, lost in your mind, envisioning the numerous scenarios that could occur after he receives your note.Â
He sighs with annoyance, a note filling his locker, it had been so long since he received one, it felt unfamiliar. Niki was frustrated, hoping that the notes werenât making a sudden comeback.Â
He opens it, curious as to what it may be. He couldnât help it, wanting to remind himself of the feeling reading confessions like this brought him. But what he didnât expect was to see your name written on it.Â
He thought it may have been a prank, a stupid way to get you back together made up by your dear friends, but it wasnât. This was your handwriting, the same one that wrote all his physics notes and study guides.Â
âNiki, itâs Y/n. This is weird isnât it? Like me writing notes to you. I hope you donât see the pink envelope, and throw it out like you always do. But Iâll know if you do, anyways. Well first of all I wanted to apologize. I donât even know what for, so this may be stupid, but I feel like I should. You looked so sad, and I know itâs because of me. So Iâm sorry, Niki. If I did something wrong, something to hurt you, please tell me! Anyways, I wanted to tell you something. I like you Nishimura Riki. Iâve liked you for a long, long time now, but I myself didnât know it just yet. But Iâm saying it now, and I'm very much sure of it. I guess it took some stupid physics tutoring, geeky Wonbin and finally Minjun whom you hate so much for me to realize. God, maybe I shouldnât talk about him in a note where I confess to you? Forget it. I didnât kiss you that day to show off, I kissed you because I really freaking wanted to. And it felt so good when I did. So please donât think I ended things with you that day because you kissed me, no, not at all. I guess I just couldnât stand this relationship being fake, because to me, all the things I did were real. You donât have to reciprocate, or even say anything, I just wanted you to know. And I would hope you feel the same, but itâs okay if you donâtâÂ
His mouth runs dry.Â
It explodes in his chest all at once; how bad he wants to grab a fistfull of your blazer, stroke his fingers against your ivory jaw, and kiss you senseless. He would rub his thumb against your swollen lips, and tell you how much he likes you.Â
He looks around, spotting your shoe slightly peeking out from behind the column a little ahead of the lockers.Â
âBaek Y/n!â he shouts, and you're suddenly brought back to reality.Â
Your mind had been rushing for so long, you didnât even notice Niki walking up to his locker, and managing to even read the whole note.Â
You slightly peek your head out, and catch his eyes already looking at you. He strides towards you quickly, and you canât tell if heâs mad or happy. He holds the note in his hand tightly as he stands in front of you.Â
âWhat is this?â he smirks, and you still canât tell if heâs about to make fun of you or return your feelings.Â
You shrug, looking away from him.Â
âItâs cute. You even put those stickers we bought at the stationery store on itâ he points out, chuckling, and grabs your hand so you can face him again. âWhat do you think Iâll say now?â he tilts his head, and you find it incredibly attractive.Â
âI donât knowâ you murmured, unsure of the situation you have gotten yourself into.Â
âLetâs seeâ he scans the note again âI think I like you tooâ he smiles, and you donât know if heâs fucking with you or not.Â
âYou think?â you ask, copying his action by tilting your head slightly.Â
He laughs âAre you really going to make me say it?âÂ
You nod with a smile âMmmâÂ
âYes Y/n, I like you. I donât think I like you, I definitely like you. Iâve also liked you for a long time, but I didnât want to admit it because I knew you probably didnât. And that day, when you ended things, I wanted to tell you. But Iâm glad you did it, even if I had to wait a little longer. That fake relationship was fucking with my head big timeâ he answers, and you feel stupid for not letting him speak first that day. You couldâve avoided this whole misunderstanding.Â
But things happen for a reason.Â
âAre you being for real?â you ask, and he chuckles.Â
He grabs your shoulders âVery realâÂ
You pull him closer, tightly embracing his body. He smiles, the familiar scent hitting his nose. Nikiâs cheeks are glowing red, and he canât hide his toothy smile.Â
âSo would you want to be my girlfriend, like my real girlfriendâ he asks, his voice muffled by the material of your sweater.Â
You laugh lightly at his tone âI donât knowâŠ. You tell meâ you tease, and he pulls away to look at you with a small pout.Â
âCmon, just tell meâ he pleads.Â
âYes Niki, I want to be your real girlfriendâ you answer, emphasizing the word ârealâ.Â
Now you could finally enjoy him, and by the way your heart beat, this time you were certain it was real.Â
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helloo, this is my first time requesting something but I have gotten obsessed with the way you write so-
I had this idea of a f!reader that is really not vocal in bed. And scaramouche absolutely GETS OFF to every little whimper and whine she makes because he doesn't hear it that often and makes an effort to hear *something* KDBDKDIEIDJD
Ok that's it, woohoo (with my luck i've already forgotten i even wrote this a day later so I'll just sign off with an M to remind myself, lmao)
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ê° đđđđđźđ«đąđ§đ ê± scaramouche x fem!reader
ê° đđšđ§đđđ§đđŹ ê± nsfw themes. cunnilingus. begging (both sides). fingering. penetration. kiss/bite marks. use of "baby" n "pretty girl". just the tip but not for long. he slaps his cock on your pussy like once + slight pussyjob?! (think that's it :3)
ê° đŹđČđ§đšđ©đŹđąđŹ ê± he just wants to hear your cute little moans. is there really something wrong with that?
đđđđâthis was actually drafted like... a few days ago?? i don't remember when but suddenly, now, at a random time of 4am i felt like finishing it so here u go !! might be a bit off or something cuz i did it while half awake đ LMAO [not proofread]
he's trying his best, he really is. all he wanted was to hear your pretty moans that tell everything he needs to knowâthat he's making you feel good.
scaramouche's tongue laps up your dripping arousal as his hands held your thighs apart. a soft sigh could be heard from him upon dragging a finger along your slit. that same finger soon enters your hole and finally, you let out a small moan. your voice was barely above a whisper yet he still heard it, "please moan for me, baby," scaramouche says and dips his head back down in between your legs. he plants a gentle kiss to your clit before speaking up again, "i really want to hear your pretty voice." he sounds almost... desperate.
he brings in another finger inside your pussy, curling them up at the perfect angle that he was sure would let you let out some kind of sound.
but all he got was silence.
a frown forms upon his lips but he won't give up. he leans down to suck on your clit all the while maintaining eye contact as much as possible. a deep blush appears across your cheeks, radiating heat on your skin. his hand makes it way to yours to guide it towards his head. you oblige in his obvious wishes and let your fingers tangle in the soft locks of his hair.
scaramouche pushes his fingers a bit deeper within you, in hopes that the tips of his fingers hit your sweet spot ever so slightly. he wants you to be all needy for him. surely that'll get you talking, right?
after some time, he found himself already lost in the sounds of your cute whimpering whenever he thrusts his fingers inside. "...'m cumming, scara..." you quietly gasp out as he began to absolutely devour you. he's acting like he hasn't eaten in days (which he doesn't even need to do!) "cum on my tongue, baby. cum for me."
you let the waves of pleasure wash over your body and bit by bit, moans began to continuously be drawn out from you. he smiles and lets out a low groan; upon standing up, you could clearly see how hard he was as he was stroking the length of his cock. slowly working it up from the base up to the tip.
he teasingly slaps his cock against your folds, eliciting a few good whimpers from you. since he felt like teasing you further, he slides the length of his dick along your slit. the head of it entering your hole every now and then but never fully settling inside you.
"tell me you want it." he spoke in a low and sultry tone.
"i want it." you replied upon throwing the last bit of your dignity out of the window, "i want you, scara. please..." a soft smile curls up his lips. affectionate kisses on your forehead and temples as he easily slid his cock inside. every sweet little sound you let out seems to drive him a little more crazier.
scaramouche's thrusts were slow, yet deep and preciseâmaking sure that you felt pleasure rather than any hints of pain. "fuck, scara..." the way you gasped out his name with so much need laced in your voice. he fucking loves it.
"let me hear you some more, pretty girl." he whispers in between soft kisses on your collarbone as he felt like marking you with his kiss and bite marks. the feeling of that along with the head of his dick reaching your deepest parts sent shivers throughout your body.
he's glad to know that he's making you feel good.
and now he wants to fill you up for being such a good girl, all for him.
#âĄ. signed by yza â°Â°ïœĄâ#âĄ. dearest kuni â°Â°ïœĄâ#âĄ. late night thoughts â°Â°ïœĄâ#scaramouche smut#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche x you#scaramouche x y/n#genshin smut#genshin x reader#genshin x you#genshin x y/n#fem!reader
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sly swordsman . luke castellan x reader
luke decides to distract you by confessing in the middle of a duel
luke castellan x f!reader , reader is the daughter of apollo , luke being head over heels , confessions , fluff , slight teasing
note : sorry if there are lots of mistakes, i wrote this on my phone with nail extensions and itâs so hard to type pls help đđ apologies for grammars n errors, iâll edit them tmrw hehe (also this is my first time writing pjo n fight scenes so i hope itâs decent!)
let me know your thoughts ! likes, reblogs, and comments appreciated <3
âLetâs go Kayla! Beat his ass!â Shout one of your fellow half-siblings along with boos from the opposing side.
Clanking of swords can be heard from miles away. Today the children of Hermes and Apollo are scheduled to a joint swordsmanship practice. Where the two cabins will have to engage on a 1v1 duel against another.
Right now stands in the center of the battlefield is your half sister Kayla, along with one of Hermesâ son. Kayla is known to be a skilled archer just like any of Apolloâs children. But that doesnât mean she canât beat the swift son of Hermes.
The battle ends her sword pointed right at his throat as he gives a sign of defeat to his opponent. The children of Apollo cheers with glee as they congratulate their half sister.
The two retreat, their places soon replaced by none other than their head counselors. Luke and you approach the center of the battlefield as your fellow half-siblings watch in anticipation.
It is so secret that Luke is an outstanding swordsman. As his skills rivals Ares and Athenaâs children themselves, you knew he was a challenging opponent.
Well thatâs a good thing you love challenges.
âI admit my defeat on our archery battle last week. But now, let me show you how good I am with the blade, Yn.â He smirks as the two of you start circling one another.
âMustâve hurt your ego, Castellan.â A chuckle left your lips like honey and Luke suppresses the butterflies swarming in his stomach.
âLetâs see how good you really are, Son of Hermes.â
The two of you got in your positions, fingers tightly gripping on the sword and the shield, waiting for a sign to charge.
The hornet blows and Luke wastes no time to charge forward. The point of his blade almost piercing the epidermis of your skin before you block him with your own sword.
Luke knows better than to underestimate you. Sure, you are the daughter of the god of Archery, not swordsmanship. But everyone knows that you are an outstanding dancer and you treat the battlefield like it is your stage.
Your movements swift and laced with elegance. Itâs always extremely difficult to predict your next moves. Your footing carefully calculated as you deflect all of his upcoming attacks.
Luke is also quick to encounter your offense as he blocks the side your blade that was aiming at his neck.
With such close proximity, Luke can see how the sun compliments your e/c irises. Complimenting every contrast and detail of the pupil.
Gods were your eyes always this beautiful? Were you always this beautiful?
Luke feels himself caught in a trance just for a second before earning back his composure. But one second is enough for you trip his leg leading him to fall right on his back as he looses his grip on his sword.
The sides of your blade nearly makes contact with his neck as you lay above him giving him a look of triumph.
âYn, have I told you how beautiful you look on top of me right now?â The boy starts causing you to roll your eyes and scoff at his antics.
âYeah, try again because thatâs not going to work on me, Luke.â You press the blade against his adamâs apple causing him to wince slightly.
The crowd wonders on what was happening and why hasnât Luke gave a sign of defeat knowing well that being under your sword doesnât give him a good chance at winning.
They fail to see how his right hand is slowly reaching discreetly trying to get ahold of his fallen blade.
Luke lets out a lighthearted chuckle, his eyes never leaving yours. âI like you, Yn. Letâs go on a date.â
Now this caught you off guard. âWhat?â
The sly swordsman took your state to his advantage as he unclasps his knee from your hold and flipped your positions, your sword disregard in the process.
With his blade firm in his right hand, now itâs his turn to reside his sword against your neck, just like you did to him a few seconds ago.
You try fighting back but he just tuts and starts applying more pressure to his blade before you finally give the sign of defeat.
The Hermes cabin roared with glee congratulating their win, knowing that their head counselor will never fail them.
Luke quickly stands his ground giving you a helping hand, in which you accepted with a smile. He pulls you up against him, the sudden movement made you loose your footing but heâs quick to steady you with his free hand placed on your waist.
âSo, about that date.â
Â©ïž sirena | krkiiz 2023
#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan x you#luke castellan#pjo x reader#percy jackson x reader#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson#pjo series#pjo tv show
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Venus Sign Observations- 011
Venus in Leoâs are those girls in hs you think âhow early does she get up to get ready?â You rarely ever see this placement have ugly days they are all so well kept & usually smell incredible. The types to wear their hair in really trendy styles, wear designer outfits and perfumes. BIG on luxury. In a relationship they LOVE being shown off and given lots of attention and compliments. they also love when their partner begs for their attention.
Venus in Libras are really easy to impress lol, all you really have to be is semi attractive. My libra Venus friend every time we go out would be like âOMG THAT GUY IS SOOO CUTEâ but say that about 15 other guys that dayđ the women can be VERY obsessed with the opposite sex. They are such flirty people.
Venus in Taurus gives conventional housewife vibes lol. They are into classic feminine hobbies such as sewing, cooking, making jewelry/ clothes, art. If you marry a women with this placement you hit the jackpot.
Venus in Scorpio men tend to be cheaters. Everyone talks about their loyalty but they are only really loyal once they feel theyâve truly found their soulmate (in most cases are rare cuz theyâre picky) a lot get bored of their relationships once the passion dies (similar to Aries Venus). They tend to prefer emotionally complex women to keep them on their toes.
Venus in Aquariusâs tend to look really good with circle frame glasses. They pull it off soo well. Also if you have this placement and are looking for new fashion ideas. Look up cyberpunk/Dystopian aesthetic. Yâall would look amazing in that type of style.
Most Venus in Virgos I meet are not big on the physical aspect of love. It takes them SOOO long to open up physically. This causes a lot to get friend zoned. They express their love very differently from most Venus signs which can cause some confusion in their relationships. They are big on acts of service & the intellectual side of love.
Venus in Aries usually always makes the first move when liking someone ( man or woman) they can jump into relationships fast just for it to end just as quick. They really date for the excitement and fun of having a new crush. But once that it becomes deeper than a crush and gets serious most usually back out. Also they can get turned on my arguing. When things become dull they will normally create some issue to keep the sparks alive. To more sensitive signs this can be very draining.
Venus in Geminis are very hard to pin down. I notice their feeling for their partners never seem quite genuine? I notice even in relationships they try to seek out attention from other people. They need a lot of mental stimulation to keep their full attention on one person. And if theyâre partner fails to stimulate them theyâll find someone else who can. Itâs very rare they catch true feelings for someone but when they do theyâre surprisingly loyal.
Venus in Pisces kinda irritate me lol. The men are always talking to different women. They are big on following their heart, but if their hearts tells them to talk to five girls they wouldđ itâs very rare to see the men of this placement settle with one woman. The women of this placement I notice are amazing lovers but tend to give it to usually terrible neglectful partners:( Iâve seen women with their placements bust their ass for men that barely give them the time of day.. yâall deserve a lot better than that.
Sagittarius Venusâs tend to date people who are a different ethnicity as them or date from foreign countries. They have a deep appreciation for culture and traveling. So they may also travel with their partner a lot. This is imo the most loyal Sagittarius placement. Iâve seen people be in relationships for years with this placement.
Cancer Venusâs are extremely sweet and nurturing in a relationship. Gives Mommy vibes đ„ș. The types to bring you home cooked meals get your bath water running. A lot a notice tend to be very submissive/vanilla. They require a lot of emotional attention and babying even themselves. They types to prefer at home dates compared to traveling or going out.
Capricorn Venus tends to take partnerships like itâs a job (similar to Virgo Venus) they see attending to their partners needs more like a duty which is why they can appear cold in their affections even though they mean well. Emotionally it can be harder to connect with this sign but once they trust you theyâll show you a very sensual romantic side theyâve been hiding. They mostly express love through gift giving. These partners give some of the best most expensive gifts. Just know youâll be taken good care of if this placement loves you đđœ
Venus in Scorpios look AMAZING in black. Any dark aesthetic look great on them. And they may prefer partners with a darker aesthetic as well
Venus in Aries women tend to feel more comfortable having male friends than other women. Usually weâre tomboys growing up
Libra Venusâs are usually really good at makeup or look amazing with a full face of makeup.
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rottmnt x reader || S/O who bites (out of love and affection obvi)
Rise! Donnie, Raph, Mikey, Leo x Reader (separately)
fluff? :D, gn reader, romantic (established relationship), BITING mmmm, mild swearing
Donnie
- the first time you bite him, he jumps and lets out a loud yelp, âah! ow! what in the name of-â then just stares at you in disbelief. absolutely incredulous. and has to take a while to process. why? why- HOW could you do this to him? after all heâs done for you?
- donât play with him he HAS and WILL bite you back and NOT in a loving way
- he is ALWAYS on his guard
- you go in for a hug? you lean in to kiss him? you turn your head ever so slightly in his direction? his whole body tenses up. youâre giving this boy trust issues. he will physically, STILL GENTLY, push you away with his mechanical spider arm thingiesâŠheaven forbid you bite those tooâŠ.
- âDo. NOT. Bite me. Y/N.â ââŠâ
- ^â âDO NOT. This is your last warning.â
- âYes, Y/N. Youâre very ferocious and vicious. Now STOP biting me.â
- âSigh. That is NOT affection, Y/N.â
- âAH! Donât bite me while Iâm working, pleaseâŠDonât bite me ever!â
- âIf you want to âshow affection,â you could justâŠI donât know, hug me? or hold my hand? the biting is unnecessary.â
- NOT a fan of the biting at ALL
Raph
- The first time you bite him, âAHH!â he is confused. he does not understand. are you trying to attack him??? do you wanna throw hands??? what did he do to deserve that??? he does not want to throw hands with you
- he really does not see how biting is supposed to be showing your affection but whatever you say đ
- his skin is pretty thick and rough. I mean youâd really have to sink your teeth in to hurt him so he just lets you. it actually lowkey tickles to him.
- âCareful. Ya donât wanna bite my spikes.â
- itâs definitely not his favorite thing in the world but he doesnât mind terribly if it really makes you happy and as long as itâs just you trying to show him love
- chooses to just take it as a sign that you want attention and/or some kind of affection
- would never bite you back tho
- however, I donât suggest catching him off guard with a nibble cause he might start swingin đ€ș and would feel absolutely horrible abt it
Mikey
- the first time you bite him heâs offended. youâre gonna bite HIM? đ€š yeah, ok buddy. he just squeaks in surprise and rubs where you bit him, looking at you like âđâ before biting you back. he is taking it personally until you tell him youâre just showing affection cuz you love him soooooo much
- heâs perfectly ok with it then as long as you donât bite him too hard
- LOVES to give and receive affection anyways so he makes it really easy to bite him when heâs clinging onto you all the time
- always giggles and squirms when you bite him
- returns your bites with kisses all over your face
Leo
- the fucking most dramatic ever
- the first time you bite him he acts like you just shot him
- âOWW!! OWIE! Ugh! Y/N! How COULD you?! BETRAYALâ while gripping where you bit his shoulder and whining like a toddler even though it did not hurt at all and you didnât leave any sort of mark whatsoever.
- ^ drops the act completely when you tell him it was out of love
- now every time you do it he thinks youâre trying to flirt with him đ€đ and I mean I guess heâs sort of-ish right
- honestly he doesnât really care but definitely teases you about it /ns
- âyeah? do I taste good, Y/N?â /ns!!
- âow! ok, ok! not too hard!â while giggling
- âmhmâŠnow kiss it better.â makes you kiss where you bit him every time.
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now I know I ainât the only one who bites like that đ€š
#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt#tmnt#rottmnt x reader#rise donnie#rottmnt donnie#rise donatello#rottmnt donatello#rise donnie x reader#rottmnt donnie x reader#rise donatello x reader#rottmnt donatello x reader#rise leo#rottmnt leo#rise leonardo#rottmnt leonardo#rise leo x reader#rottmnt leo x reader#rise leonardo x reader#rottmnt leonardo x reader#rise mikey#rottmnt mikey#rise michelangelo#rise mikey x reader#rottmnt mikey x reader#rise michelangelo x reader#rottmnt michelangelo x reader#rise raph#rottmnt raph#rise raph x reader
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Sextrology notesđ„
MINORS DNIđ
Not a real astrologer this is just my observations and personal experiences as a Jupiter in 8th natalâŒïž
Book a readingâ€ïž
Aries/1st house eros composite- couldâve gotten into the bedroom quicker than expected(or at least tried to), if not then regardless the sex is ROUGH. Lots of sweat and friction burns, bruises from the night before đ„Ž âEveryone KNOWS that he f*cks you.â Vibe you canât hide behind the tension with this one lmao. Could be your first time in a way? I had this with the first yt and the first black girl Iâve been with
Taurus mars/eros- kiss/rub their neck and see how quickly they foldđ they adore nice smells vmuch bad smells turn us off so bad but if you smelll good I swear weâll remember you and your sent FOREVER. We also love physical touch we love a good body rub we like all our senses to be aroused. I try to at least keep one hand on my lovers/ vice versađ#clingy weâre also possessive of our partners to a extent
Gemini/3rd house eros esp in composite have the most fun in bed. Usually a short term relationship doesnât have to be tho. You two will try new things together sexually. Theyâre very lighthearted and curious and down with whateverđ theyâll try anything at least onceđ. Mental and oral stimulation is a must here. Definitely prone to sex with more than one person at a time
Eros in Aquarius/cancer,4th/11th combination in composite every time Iâve had this with someone they changed my perspective on life/sex I swearđ the sex was so mind blowing đ€Ż just thinking about it got me stuck. Me and the first girl I did it with have this in composite and omg I did not know I was THAT into girls till she popped up(even tho Iâm pans)đ„Ž my first time feeling sparkles during sex âš(a man could never đ)you might feel emotionally vulnerable with them and they might not be your type fr thatâs why the sex is so shocking like dang I didnât know youâd have me feeling like this now Iâm stuck. Unforgettable. We also used toys
Cancer eros/mars have a creampie obsession or they lovve boobs ofc, they tend to match the same energy as their partner sexually wise but they can get really really freaky if you ask them nicely đ€
Leo mars/eros- they love to put on a show in bed, they could be really playful/teasing/loungeful before the act. Itâs like they love to tease you until you canât take it anymore forcing you to make the first move( you need to show them how badly you want them) They look so hot all the faces they makeđ„” esp when ur taking a quick break in between and they look so effortlessly good, if the chemistry/sex is good theyâll probably ask if they can record cuz theyâre not gonna waste storage on some wack đ© you can definitely learn something from them
Iâve had Leo in Eros in composite with someone and theyâre the only person I needed to take a plan b with after the deedđ§đœââïž
Pisces eros- likes to dive into the taboo side of sex, sex for them could cause them confusion instead of clarity most times. They like to fulfill their fantasies I feel like they have more opportunities to do that than others. The only guy I know with this said he had like 20 bodies??đ but Iâm pretty sure itâs only that high cause they never come back for secondsđ€Ł perfect example he needs to do some healing before he tries to sleep with someone đ§đœââïž
Neptune aspects to eros like to be under the influence while having sex. They get really sleepy also
Just like Aquarius eros they like to record/ have cybersex/have a audience
I love how everyone always says scorpios are the freakiest đđđ(theyâre up there tho) and us cancers/virgos/taurus just chuckle đ€
Cancers literally speak to ur soul in the bedroom. We bring out desires that you never knew you had. Weâre literally the sign of the motherrr like we really know whatâs best for you (us). Thatâs why they always come back for moređ€Łđ€Ł and plz donât let them have mommy issues theyâll be stuck for life
Virgosđđđđđ nobody talks about how the âïž symbol looks just like âïž (aka they hide their crazy/freaky side very well) theyâre adaptable and they aim to please, if youâre satisfied then so are they. And theyâre sooo good with their fingers and mouth like Geminis.
Tauruses they need to be satisfied before anything like being fed and taken care of before the deed, but once they see you deserve their time or loyalty they turn into a demon for youđ drunk and love vibes buss the windows out ur car then have makeup sex yk? But ngl if their underdeveloped they may give âïž vibes to their partner instead
Libra Mars/Eros Iâve only had bad experiences with this one but they were sags so plz understand where Iâm coming from. They love the IG baddies with the bubble đ and cute aesthetics. They love âplastic barbiesâ/ dolls . Theyâre in love with the idea of love. Definitely have more than one person on their roster. They LOVE lingerie and pastel laces esp the men yk they fw it when they donât take the panties off just pull them to the sideđ€ŁDepending on their chart I wouldnât associate with this eros/mars their standards are unrealistic and problematic :/
Now composite libra in eros is a different experience for me, it feels like a romantic comedy, the head over heels vibes before you even make it to the bedđ„°. These two could enjoy being in each otherâs presence more than having sex? Like they genuinely enjoy eachothers company sm they kinda skip over that part sometimes lol. Also other people could try to intervene with you two?? In a sense đ
Also most every Virgo/libra/sag guy (except 3, I think itâs more likely to happen if theyâre underdeveloped signs)Iâve fw never liked to give head??? But it was mandatory that they received some???đ the excuse was always theyâre not in the mood/ thatâs dirty/ their mouth hurts??đđđ so my đ± is too dirty to eat but clean enough to f*ck? but ur đ is clean to do both???đ€Łđ€Łđ€Ł neverrr again this why Iâm gay asf now Chile
Sag mars/eros đ good luck trying to tie them down. Theyâre the most promiscuous/adventurous when it comes to sex. They love trying new things really down with whatever! Car sex, or just sex in public in general đ”âđ« I promise yâall they dgaf. Also these people will change your way of thinking, a catalyst of self development. For me they were always the fboy that made me learn my lesson đ. They push you to evolve.
Capricorn/10th Eros composite- sex definitely isnât something you two rush into. Could be more on the reserved side at first. It may be mandatory that you build a deeper connection/commitment before anything sexual happens. It could be a while before anything sexual happens. There could be an age difference here as well. One person could be unexperienced. If you have this with someone and the sex isnât that great the first time please donât give up on them đ the more you get to understand eachothers bodies the better the sex will be. Bdsm could be a thing here. The type to tie you up/restrain you/ f*ck ur brains out and call you out of ur name but have mini wellness checks in-between. Edging and age play could be a thing. You two could start a OFđ
đ indicators
Look at their mars aspects itâs very important. Iâve seen a lot of đs yall so ik what Iâm talking about đ the biggest one Iâve ever seen had Mars â Jupiter like HUGEđ«Łđ° harsher aspects to Jupiter is what you want to look for. Now if he has aspects to Saturn but none to JupiterâŠâŠ itâs probably on the smaller scale đthis could also mean good stamina/ hard to climax.
Mars â Uranus surprised me which is on point đ very freaky placement uhm their đs look pretty most of the time usually has a curve, definitely gonna hit you with some unusual positions that all feel weirdly goodđ„Ž
Mars â Neptune is a less common aspect Iâve seen could have more length than girth but theyâre really long. I feel like this is the unsolicited đ pic senderđ the ones that think everyone needs to see theirđđ/ people could fantasize on how they are in bed
đ± indicators
Honestly idk any I feel like every đ± is good if you know how to please it rightđ but the ones that donât need any assistance is 8th/12th house placements fs esp Jupiter/Neptune/mars. And prominent water signs in the chart
Pisces/12th house Eros in composite âŒïžâ ïžâŒïž definitely not something to take lightly. The energy you two share is sacred. Very spiritual experience I donât recommend this placement if youâre not aligned on a spiritual level. Lies/hidden motives could be involved. The f*ck you back to sleep placement. Sex so good you both sleep like you work 3 jobs after. I swear he put me into a meditative state while having sex I had to snap out of it đ also he was only person to make me orgasim ever to this day our bodies just blended so well together like waterđ§also he loved my feet?? Bon appetite!
Just experienced this composite again and itâs literally the samee feeling omg the discreetness and blurred lines/taboo feeling, the way our bodies just work so well together ommmgđ© we love to watch eachother? Sexting/stalking placement. And he loves my feet toođ. Sleep is really prominent here.
Thatâs all for nowđ just wanted to post for my 3year tumblr anniversary đ„čâ€ïž
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pick up lines
Lando x streamer!reader
Summary: while youâre streaming, Lando loves watching you, but he also loves teasing you in every way possible. Heâs a bit jealous, so he always tries to show the world that youâre his.
Warning: sexual jokes
This is my first ever writing about Lando!!
I have so many ideas for him that I donât know where to start, but I finished the game outlast a few days ago, so weâll go with this one.
Also, Iâm so self conscious about writing about him? Itâs a different fandom and all, Iâm extremely nervous đ
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You started your stream about an hour ago. Today, you were playing an horror game, outlast. You loved horror games, but always struggled a lot to play them, alone. You thought it would be funny for your tchat to see you, well, shit your pants.
You were surprisingly doing well tho. I mean, the beginning wasnât that scary, you still hadnât seen the monster yet. You did scream when you entered a room and a corpse fell in front of you, but that was for the show (is what you said yourself).
That little scream made your phone rang, as you received a text from your boyfriend, who apparently, was watching you. Lando was away for the holidays, but he tried not to miss your streams, at least a bit. He couldnât stay and watch the integrity, but he was coming here and there, just to watch you do what you loved the most.
You donât really like when heâs watching you, at least when you know about it, because youâre pressuring yourself to do good, to show off, and you know that he is observing you. Itâs not like you donât have thousands of viewers watching you, but it is different because you know what he can think, and also because he always teases you after. But you let him do it, I mean, you do watch him race, and if he streams you watch him too. Itâs his love language, the third one behind physical touch and music. If thereâs anything related to you, he definitely watched it or read it.
So there he was watching you, and teasing you because you screamed. You just saw the text and was about to respond when you receive a subscription with a message: âAre you caffeine? Because you make my heart raceâ. You gasped before smiling at the camera, winking.
âThank you for the sub AND this beautiful pick up lineâ you joked
Thatâs something you always thought would be funny and you started to stream. Pick up lines. And you received a lot, some very good ones that you made you question dating fans (before dating Lando obviously) and some terrible ones. But you loved how it made you feel close to your fans, it was a good interactions, you were sure to hear it, not like the tchat, you canât read everything.
Soon after that, you saw your tchat going crazy over something.
âWhat is going on?â You saw the comments flooding, talking about Lando. âWhy are you talking about Lando?â You tried to read more. A modo pinned the message in question. It was from Lando saying âwhoâs trying to steal my girl?â It made you laugh.
âno one is stealing me from you Landoâ you said to the camera, shaking your head, knowing Lando was staring at you too through the screen. âBut with those lines, you have competitionâ you winked, knowing he would definitely fight back. But there was no other comment in the tchat from him. âThink you scared him away guysâ joking before getting back to the game.
Thatâs what you thought. Because at the worst timing possible, while you were running away from a monster, you received another sub saying âgirl, if you were a race car, youâd be lightning McQueenâ which made you laugh. Once you were in a secure spot in the game, you looked at who sent that to thank them for the subscription, only to see that it was from Lando.
âLando!â You almost yelled. âI knew it was too cheesy to be from one of my fansâ you joked. âI wonder on which website you found this oneâ you said at the camera. The tchat was flooding with emojis laughing. They always loved when you two were interacting on socials, it was not very often, but very fun.
You didnât even have time to start the game back that you received another one. âI know this isnât a race but.. Iâd still let you finish firstâ you gasped as you stood up, leaving your headphones on the desk and moving out of the field of vision.
âHe did not just do that!â You said loudly, enough for your tchat to hear it. You knew he was laughing his ass off behind the screen, proud of his joke. You finally came back, sitting calmly on your chair, putting the headphones back on. You were smiling at the camera, like you would be smiling at Lando.
âYou need to stop Lando, not that I didnât like it, but there are kids watching meâ you couldnât stop smiling, you were feeling so hot, blushing at his pick up line. âYou won, you won, okay? Happy?â You looked at the tchat. He commented âvery happy :)â
âOh my godâ you said, leaning against your chair. âNow go away, and let me work peacefullyâ you joked âor stay silentâ you pointed at the camera. âWill do maâamâ he commented again, making you roll your eyes.
âGood boyâ you winked at the camera, making the tchat go crazy, yet once again. You knew Lando would feel some type of way, but he resisted the urge to comment again, letting you go back to your game. He was probably more eager to watch you get scared than anything else.
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Hi sage!! I hope you're doing well<33 do you mind doing jealousy headcanons for dan heng, jing yuan and any other characters you chose?? Thank you đ€đ€ you're keeping the hsr x reader tag alive đ
* pairing(s) : various hsr men (4, again) x gender neutral reader
* prompt : jealousy bites like you like a poisonous snake, the bite hurts, but its the venom that gets you.
* authors note : hi anon !!! (àčÂŽă
`àč) thank you for requesting, you're so sweet for the last msg omg tysm <3 i hope u enjoy !
* brief warning : blade kills a man, very blade of him. (his is also more of a joke im sorry blade lovers) ALSO THIS PROGRESSIVELY GETS SHORTER EACH CHARACTER, I JUST REALLY LIKE DAN HENG IM SORRY LMAO.
DAN HENG can't hide the way his eye twitches, how tightly he grips onto his spear or the way he'd mutter things under his breath. He despises it when he's jealous, but he hates it more when he sees the reason for doing so.
He knows he's.. not exactly like all your previous partners, it stemmed an insecurity in him. He wasn't all too funny, and knew he couldn't make you laugh with a corny joke.
So the way Sampo keeps making you laugh, making you smile, it was sparking a jealous flame in his heart. But more than anything, it saddened him that he couldn't make you laugh like that.
God, your smile was so pretty.
After a while, he interlocks his fingers with yours and mutters a small 'Can we go?' to you. You immediately notice his saddened tone, and thank Sampo for his time before walking home with your boyfriend.
"Dan Heng?" You say softly, noticing his rather saddened mood. He lets out a small hum to acknowledge your call for him, and you sigh. "Are you upset?"
He nods his head.
"Is it.. because of Sampo?"
He hesitates, but that alone gives you an answer.
Dan Heng takes a deep breath, before looking at you, his eyes filled with honesty. "I was.. jealous. I know I can't make you laugh the way he does, and it frustrates me. I want to be a man who makes you smile everyday but-"
Amidst his rant, he sees how your gaze softened at his words. This entire time, he was insecure? He hid it well, so well, at the very least from you. "I'm sorry, this is stupid-"
"N-no! It's not, I should be apologizing if anything! I failed to realize these things.. I'm sorry, my love. Sampo.. he makes me laugh, but you make my heart flutter. You make me feel things no one else can, okay? I'm yours, as you are mine."
He smiles at you, he's just happy he communicated his feelings, and you understood. "I'll be sure to try and tell you how I feel next time, okay? As long as you promise you'll stop hanging out with him. I was honestly afraid I was gonna have to get rid of him."
You blinked a few times, but he sighs. "I'm kiddinngg.."
JING YUAN knows he's far too good of a man, therefore doesn't get jealous.
He's yet to be disproven in the first part, but his golden eyes are filled with annoyance as the stares of a certain enemy of his lingers far too long on you.
You were filling in for Yanqing, he was absent for the day (something about falling into an ice cold river and getting sick or something...) and so someone needed to be there as the General would be meeting Blade.
And Jing Yuan couldn't ignore how Blade's eyes never left your form while he spoke, hanging your head down low and so you wouldn't notice. That made him greatly annoyed, almost unable to focus, but he had a mission at hand. And so he forced his jealousy to subside.
Needless to say, the small marks on your neck was embarassing to have seen in public. (And the small bird constantly pecking at Blade's hair was definitely also not Jing Yuans doing.)
GEPARD is so understanding, he evaluates every situation with logical thinking, as expected as a leader.
So it wasn't hard to figure out the intentions of the 'friend' that was speaking to you, how their voice was almost sweeter, and the way they clinged onto your arm was signalling red flags.
Gepard wouldn't have minded this, it could've easily been friendly gestures, but Serval is one of your closest friends and you were within a friendgroup. And she knows that person has a crush on you, and it was painfully obvious.
So naturally, he swiftly and surpisingly gently pulls you from the waist out of their grasp especially with how firm his grip around you was. He gives them a not so friendly glare, and plants a soft kiss to your lips. "My partner." He states, pulling you close as you're left to be stunned with the sudden posessiveness of your partner. "Mine."
Blade simply stares down at the person even attempting to approach you with clearly bad intentions. And if they dare to try to push their luck, Blade comes home with blood on his hands.
"What did you do??" You'd ask, you already knew the answer after already learning what Blade was truly like. "What was necessary." He replied, a kiss on your cheek as he walks in through the door to wash his hands.
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The Fight || Billy The Kid x reader
Summary: Billy involves himself in a physical fight over you.
Warnings: violence, swearing, blood
Wc: 1,347
A/n: uh- this is my very first time writing a Billy fic so pls bear w me (especially w how they talk and stuff) bc in the the series I donât really find Billy talking like how ppl write abt him (absolutely not hate whatsoever to those who do, I absolutely love ur fics find you all so talented đ) so Iâll try my best to be as accurate as I can. Do let me know if I make a mistake so I can improve :)
Divider by @pommecita
"I'd fuck her any day if she wasn't whoring herself for him," Ollinger slurs, throwing his head back to let the contents of the bottle run down his throat as the men around him laugh. Billy's head pikes up at the sound. Typical Ollinger, talking about some woman as if she was an object.
Billy watches from the other side of the room as he continues to talk to them, his voice becoming louder by the second. "hot for a fucking gringo, and that's saying something," He shakes his head his eyes half close by how wasted he was.
"Wonder how Billy would feel if I had her, don't think he's too keen on sharin?" He nudges the guy beside him before bursting out laughing. Hearing this, he realises that Ollinger was talking about you. Calling you a whore.
He slammed the bottle in his hand down on the table making a loud noise. Pat Garrett and Jessie slightly flinch before they look up at Billy who was already standing, fuming.
"What's goin' on?" Pat asks, his eyes trying to follow Billy's line of gaze. Billy doesn't answer, instead, he storms over to where Bob Ollinger was and his friends. They were all laughing until one of the guys ushered everyone and tapped Ollinger to face Billy.
He slowly turned around, seemingly not bothered by Billy's presence or the fact that he towered over him. "Have something to say 'bout my girl Ollinger? Hm?" He stands his ground, taking another swig of his alcohol as he maintains eye contact with Billy. Everyone in the room had quietened down, eyes trained on the two who never got along.
"Maybe. Wanna hear what I gotta say Billy?" He smirks as Pat Garret and Jessie had already stood up from where they were. Billy narrows his eyes at the man. "I think she's a pretty little gringa you got there, but she needs a real man, not some kid like you-" "You're fucking pathetic, y'know that?" Billy spat, venom laced in his words.
Ollinger seemed to have sobered up when he said that. He looked at Billy with pure rage. "Whatâd you call me, boy." His blood was boiling at this point. "I said." Billy steps closer, "You're fucking pathetic." He threw a punch at his jaw as Ollinger falls back from the impact and his lack of balance.
At this point the room was cheering the two on as they throw punches at each other. Ollinger swings at Billy but misses, he was glad he wasn't drinking as much that night. He then lunges and aims towards Billy's stomach, knocking him onto the table as all its contents fell on the floor. "C'mon Billy get up!" Garrett pushes him back up.
Billy had a busted lip and a cut on his eyebrow as a trail of blood fell down the side of his face. However, it was nothing compared to the damage he did on Ollinger. "Call a whore one more time, I dare you," Billy yelled, throwing punch after punch as he was on top of him. "Billy! Billy stop!" Billy heard your familiar voice but didn't stop. All he could see was red.
From the moment you stepped foot out of your carriage that dropped you off in front of the pub, you knew a brawl of some sort was going on inside by the way you could hear cheers and the noise of furniture being knocked over.
You hurriedly walk in. You couldn't see what was going on over the tall people who stood in front of you. Weaving your way through the crowd to try and see what the commotion was about, you bumped into Jessie. "Woah there-" "Jessie, what's going on? Where's Billy?" You quickly ask him before your eyes fall onto him.
He was on top of Ollinger, throwing punch after punch. Your eyes widen in horror as you try to go to him but was held back by Jessie who had an arm around your shoulder. "Let me go! I need to stop him Jessie!" You struggle against his iron like grip. "Can't have you get involved in fight, sweetheart. Canât let you goin' home with a scratch on your pretty face now can I?"
He says against the side of your face as you squirm, helplessly watching the fight. There was blood everywhere and you feared that Billy had killed Ollinger. "Jessie!" You thrash in his grip before he gives Garrett a look who nods and quickly breaks up the fight.
"That's enough, Billy. You got what you wanted," Pat and few other guys pulled Billy back who was breathing heavily, blood covered his shirt and hands. Billy spits on the ground. "All right, show's over!" Jessie yells as people start leaving. Ollinger gets pulled up by a few others as he's dragged away, his body limp.
"Don't you fucking go near her! You hear me Ollinger?" Billy yells before he spits more blood out. "Enough, Billy!" You exasperated, kneeling beside him to take his face in your hands, inspecting it.
Thank god there wasnât much damage, only a busted lip and a cut on his eyebrow. âFor godâs sake Billy! What happened now?â You search his eyes as he stares back at you, blankly. You catch Pat and Jessie looking at you before their eyes find the floor rather interesting. You stand up, dress already spotted in crimson as you brush the loose strands of your hair behind your ears, âWhat happened here?â
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You made a beeline to your bathroom. Billy closed the door behind him and sat on the edge of her bed, he let out a groan before falling back onto the soft mattress. He starts to sit up when he hears you walk back in, a first aid kit in your hands.
You hadn't spoken a word to him since the two of you left the pub and came back to your house. You were grateful that your parents were away for the week, they would have thrown a fit if they saw you covered in blood and Billy batted up.
Moving to stand in between his legs, Billy lifts his hands up to rest on your hips but you slap his hands away. "Darlin'-" "I don't want to hear it Billy," You say, annoyance dripping from you voice as he hisses at the contact of disinfectant on his cut.
Billy lets out a sigh, his eyes trained on your angel like face as you attend to his face. "I'm sorry, I really am-" "Five times. Five times you've gotten into a fight because of me." You scoff, tilting his head firmly as you go over his eyebrow.
"You told me you would stop Billy. I can't keep playing nurse with you because you can't bite your tongue," You make eye contact with him. "You expect me to just sit around and do nothing when some guy is calling you my whore?" Billy's voice gets louder as he furrows his eyebrows at you.
You gulp, eyes looking everywhere but him. "Look at me!" He grips your chin with his thumb and index finger, "You've known me long enough to know I ain't that type of guy," He spoke, his eyes darkening.
"And you've known me long enough to know that I can handle whatever they call me. I don't need you getting into a fight every time someone foul mouths me," Your eyes begin to water. You hated seeing Billy like this. You hated how most of his fights revolved around the topic of you.
"They're all worth it, doll. You're worth it." Billy wipes away the singular tear that managed to escape. You sniffle lightly before he pulls you onto his lap, your arms securing themselves around his neck as he strokes your hair.
"Try not to get into another fight because of me," You mutter, your fingers drawing random shapes on his back as you hear him chuckle, "Can't keep any promises, darlin'" He kisses your hair as the two of you hold each other.
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A small teen wolf thought I had
Iâm really missing season 1 Stiles, so letâs imagine him having a crush on readerđ
We all know how Stiles had an enormous crush on Lydia, it was absolutely devastating tbh. Like this dude was lowkey devoted to herđđ
So what if a new student (reader) moved into town and itâs love at first sight for him. Heâd bump into you after rambling to Scott about whatever was on his mind and knocks your binder and books to the ground.
Helping you pick up your stuff, right when heâs giving you your notebook, heâd look up and just. Stare. Cuz ZOOWEEMAMA YOURE ABSOLUTELY STUNNING IN HIS EYES
Youâre busy thanking him and apologizing for the collision, waiting for him to let go of the notebook, voice slowly fading out when you notice him just staring at you with his mouth slightly open.
âThanks for helping me. Can I have my book?â
âUh huh.â
ââŠâ
ââŠâ
âStiles, you know you have to let go of the notebook.â Scott is trying his best not to slam his head in a locker when his friend still doesnât let go LMAO
Your chuckle snaps him out of whatever daze he was in, causing him to blush and apologize awkwardly. Youâd smile at him and in good nature, joke about it and walk away, leaving him in awe.
Most people would normally give him the stink eye, but seeing how you joked about it made his heart flutter a bit.
Everything is HISTORY after that. If you have any classes with Stiles, you already KNOW heâs gonna try and sit as close to you as possible. Teacher assigns partner or group projects? Heâs springing out of his seat and going to you first. You both have the same lunch period? Heâs inviting you to sit with him and his friends. Youâre having trouble with a certain class? Man, heâs already offering to help you after school, youâll nail that test with flying colors!
You just get him! You like his sarcasm and MIRACULOUSLY understand his random references from movies and video games! With all the time you guys spend together, his crush on you grows more and more.
You appreciate how Stiles is so interested in the things you like and dislike. You love how he asks why you enjoy a certain movie despite the terrible reviews it got. Why you dislike an artist he just began listening to. You both love the same things, but have different opinions on everything, every conversation flows so naturally with him that you canât help but develop a crush on him too.
Youâve never met anyone as eccentric and energetic as him, he never fails to bring a smile to your face teehee
Stiles is the type to remember every little, seemingly insignificant, thing about his crush. When your birthday rolls around, this dude has so many gifts readyđ a warm feeling fills you when you open one gift to see itâs an item youâve mentioned in a passing convo yall had MONTHS ago
Heâs so sweet and kind with you too like donât get me started. Stiles just enjoys being around you and seeing you happy makes him happy. SEASON 1 STILES IS THE DEFINITION OF PUPPY LOVE LIKE UGGHH
Takes you out on late night drives, barges into your room through the window with any takeout food youâve been craving. Hed even take you out on a mini âdateâ to the local arcade!!! his dad sees how much you mean to his son and is super happy that Stiles is happy. Loves when you come over to study with him, heâs always telling you stories about when stiles was younger (he would definitely cover your ears with his hands and speak loudly over his dad LMAO)
Iâm telling yâall, stiles having a crush on you is the cutest thing ever, especially if you reciprocate his feelings!!!When you guys get together, cuz itâs not a matter of if with his friends, youâre the ultimate duo.
Heâd confess his feelings for you in the most cheesiest way ever, probably during or after a school dance cuz why not.
UGH I NEED TO WRITE MORE STILES STUFF I LIVE HIM SMâŒïž HE WAS NEVER THE SAME AFTER SEASON 3đđđ
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. . . fred weasley with it girl veela girlfriend (you, bitch!)
babe.
he is your biggest fucking fan
drooling and wide eyes when he even HEARS the click of ur cunty shoes xxx
genuinely stand by the fact he has shirts with ur face on
to him, youâre everything & more
no1 advocate for anything you do
âyeah, love, you should do that. definitelyâ
âmhmm, anything you want darlingâ
GRRRRRRRR đ±đ±đ±đ±
eats up every single one of ur cunty fits
you look so damn good babe and he makes sure you know it
âyouâre the most beautiful girl i have ever seen, love. seriouslyâ
âif you donât stop smiling like that, im gonna be forced to take you against this fucking wall loveâ
OOPSIES
HOW DID THAT GET THEERRREEEE
knows the whole school and literally the whole world is obsessed with you and is here for it
(but is also not)
he loves that people know how special you are bc you fckn are
but like
when he sees whores staring at you with gaping mouths and starry eyes heâs like
sheâs MINE.
doesnât enjoy people staring at his girl
10000% the type to wrap his arms around you and pull you back into him, genuinely acting as a shield for the stares
pd(bloody)a!!!
heâs a big big fan
obvs if it makes you uncomfy, heâll understand and back off! your comfort is his main concern
HOWEVER
if you like it just like he doesâŠ
arm wrapped around you waist while youâre walking around
HANDDD HOLDING
he loves cuddling you
ur like his squishmallow đđđ
he really enjoys showing you, all the time, how much you mean to him. how obsessed he is with you. bc he wants you to know
will readily admit to the fact he is very much on ur pink bedazzled leash xxxxx
heâs ur mf bitch â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
if ppl try and take the mick out of him for it he literally could not care less
and what???? itâs true
he would kiss the ground you walked on if you asked
if he notices you getting uncomfortable w ppl staring at you, heâs not afraid to confront them (if you want that)
âyeah, mind looking anywhere bloody else mate?â
âif you done leering at my girl you wanker, feel free to piss offâ
if people happen to not heed his warning, heâs not afraid to fight someone for you
(one time he did and arthur got called in to âdealâ with his sonâhe gave him an approving hug and a chocolate frog)
you & the weasels are like this đ€
ginny does not resent you bc ur a veela, IN FACCTTTT she actually really looks up to you and admires you, knowing youâre so much more than ur beauty
sheâs wants to BE you
(apart from the dating her brother part, gag)
george calls you âlittle legendâ he thinks youâre great for making his brother so starstruck and mushy-goey all the soft things.
genuinely cannot wait for the day you become his sister in law đ€§
after ron got over his creepy little crush, heâs grown to see you as someone he adores (even if he would never admit it) and someone he really feels safe with
you make him feel wanted in his family and actually lovedâfor that, he loves you more
charlie thinks ur an absolute riot đđ
the first time you met you had pulled a prank on the twins, turning their skin lilac and giving them unicorn horns with fuzzy purple fur everywhere (human unicorns)
heâs adored you ever since
bill loves you like a little sister and fleur and you are legit best mates!!!
arthur holds you very dear to him as he sees how good you are for his son and how much of a good individual you are in general
molly was slightly hesitant initially
BUTTT then you knitted her and arthur winter hats for christmas, sent them with a cutesy note and some sweets and she knew sheâd love you
(she really, truly does)
#fredweasleyisurseximinion
he wrote that himself xxxx
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Loveeee soo this is my first time requesting HWBDBXHSBXVXV what if you make the reader shy, she tries so hard not to moan and simon just keeps teasing her trying his HARDEST to make her just make a sound biting her overstimulating her until she finally breaks and moans his name AAKDBFJF OMG I CANT BELIEVE IM SENDING SOMEONE MY DIRTY FANTASYâđ
Warning(s): PnV sex, creampie, unprotected sex, afab!reader, enjoy :)
He finds it endearing when you attempt to muffle your moans when he's pleasuring you. Simon's deep thrusts cause your toes to curl and your brows to scrunch up, but you're holding back. And while he loves that you're so shy, he would much rather hear how much you love what he's doing to you. So anytime you're building up your orgasm, his tip kissing your cervix so blissfully he stops.
And there's a strangled whine that emits from your chest and he can't help but chuckle at you.
"Tell me how good it feels, dovie." He teases, pulling his cock out of you and caresses your silky folds.
You shake your head completely flustered by his words. But now he's grazing your cute, puffy clit, and a harsh exhale leaves your lips.
It's starting to send him into a wild frenzy seeing how adamant you are to keep silent, but Simon is persistent. His desire to make you moan and experience complete euphoria overrides his own pleasure tenfold.
"Love," He breathes out. And you're gazing up at his warm, mocha hues that hold sincerity as he nuzzles your soft cheek with his rough thumb.
"I'd really love to hear how I'm makin' y'feel. Makes me feel good." His voice is rich, deep and alluring. You only nod not able to find words out of sheer embarrassment.
He grins down at you. "Need t'hear y'say it, love."
"Okay." You sursurrate, cupping his face to bring him into a kiss.
It's gentle and loving as he leans his stout body against yours and you're memorizing how his rigid muscles feel pressed up to your soft skin. He's adjusting himself to align with your entrance and to ease into you. Your breath catches and he's engraving the look on your face that he's seen only twice now as he slides all the way in.
Your jaw slackens at the presence of his girthy cock filling you up so well. And then he's taking his time rocking his hips against yours making sure he's rubbing up against your clit with every stroke. Your eyes are drifting to the back of your skull as pleasure overtakes you and you're not so worried about the moans that are beginning to escape you. He can't even hold back the grunts that are leaving his laboring breath and you're getting lost in his heavenly thrusts.
"Oh my God y're so fuckin' pretty, lovey." He murmurs out between breaths.
Simon is fucking you just right and your back arches as he grabs a fistful of hair. His eyes train on your half-lidded gaze and parted lips. And you're shuddering for air as you pathetically whimper, clawing the skin on his back and it's sending him grinning from ear to ear.
"Doin' so good for me, pretty girl." He praises you, and you clench around him tightly. And luckily, Simon's military-level self-control does not allow him to cum right on the spot because if he didn't have years of it pounded into his brain he would've been painting your snug walls.
His teeth capture the bottom of your lip, tugging at it before feverishly slotting his lips against yours. Your body tenses and he feels your oncoming orgasm, as your fervent sighs become drawn out and louder.
"Hahâoh, God. Simon..." It's a honeyed moan that he coaxes out of you and it's more than gratifying hearing it in his ear. But oh, God. The mere feeling of your pussy pulsating around him is sending him to the pearly gates of heaven because he's quick to follow suit, collapsing atop your body and crashing his lips onto yours. His warm cum fills you, glazing your walls and folds an opalescent white.
You're catching your breath, but the warmth sidles into your cheeks when you realize how wrapped up you were by the delectation that was Simon's hips. Your hands fly to conceal your flushed gaze and he's chuckling at your sudden abashment.
"Did real good for me, lovey." He admires you, nuzzling his face into your cheek as he peppers your skin with kisses. You giggle under his touch and his saccharine words. Simon always leaves you teeming with joy when you grace him with the pleasure of your company.
hope u enjoyed lol i didn't even know how to end it cmskdvnjsvf
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