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ourautumn86 · 9 months

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Is it ok if I ask for more police!ellie?????

a/n; ofc! :))

yes, sir

ellie williams x fem! reader

cw; +18 content! minors dni!, dom! ellie x sub! reader, punishment (r receiving), teasing, ellie being mean, spanking (r receiving), jealousy, possessiveness, kissing, make out session, praising, use of sir (ellie loves it), praise kink, degradation, fingering (r receiving), cum eating…

the training to enter the police corpse was hard. your body was always sore. and your stress levels were high. but it was worth it. you were helping people. making them safer. and that’s what mattered. or that’s what you repeated to yourself, ‘cause if you didn’t you’d actually forget about it and kill your fucking instructor.

ellie williams was a living nightmare. she was mean, and harsh, didn’t give a fuck about you or your problems. she wouldn’t have no crybabies on her team. she also seemed to despise you.

“what was that? i heard mumbling there.” she squinted her eyes at you, and you gritted your teeth.

“yes, sir.” you repeated, and she smirked.

“it’s nice to hear you can actually speak. you’re not dumb after all. but i’ll have to teach you to follow orders…” your muscles tensed. all of this ‘cause you had forgotten that today you were supposed to use long cargo pants instead of the short ones. fucking bitch… “20 push-ups.” you looked at her in disbelief and she arched her eyebrows like a ‘well?’. you dropped to your knees. “i wanna hear you count, understood?”

“yes, sir.” your palms made contact with the floor. you swore your teeth might broke by how hard you were grinding them. “one…”

she stood there, looking at you suffer as you managed to do the 20 non-stop. you knew that if you stopped to take a rest she’d add another 20, so even if your arms were shaking, you pulled it off.

“turns out you’re not as useless as i thought.” she smiled at you, and you swallowed the scoff that wanted to scape your throat. you almost fucked it up by rolling your eyes. “get up and out of my sight before i change my mind.”

“yes, sir. thank you, sir.” you said, getting up from the floor and leaving.

dina, your best friend, whistled as you walked towards her. you rolled your eyes now that corporate willisms couldn’t see you.

“she really has it for you.” she laughed and you sighed.

“she hates me. and i don’t even know what i’ve done!” you took a sip of your water.

“probably cause you look good all the goddamn time.” dina winked at you and you scoffed, bumping her shoulder.

“stop flirting with me or i’ll think you want to take me to bed.”

“and what if i do?” you laughed as she rose and lowered suggestively her eyebrows.

your body froze when you heard william’s voice screaming your last name.

“yes, sir?”

“you two take your bullshit out of my camp.” she scowled, giving dina a dirty look. “people are here to take their futures and training seriously, not to flirt and have fun.” you gulped. she had a fucking stick up her ass or what?

“yes, sir.” you gritted.

“don’t make me punish you again.” she warned before going away, the muscles of her back tensed through her white wife beater.

“fucking dick…” you muttered and dina snickered.

“dude she’s so into you.” your eyes shot open.

“what the fuck are you talking about?”

“that right there? pure jealousy.” she took a sip of her electrolytes drink.

“maybe she is into you.” ellie almost choked.

“you’ve gotta be kidding. did you see the way she looked at me? almost killed me.”

you rolled your eyes.

“you’re delusional. she’s not into me.” you looked at ellie just to find her already looking at you with her arms folded against her chest, quickly looking away with a frown.

oh?

“you’re the one being delusional. it’s obvious. that’s why she’s being a dick with you.” dina shrugged. “and you like her too.” you scoffed.

“me? woah. the sun is really making you hallucinate.” you put a hand on her head to feel the warmth on her hair.

“sure. call me crazy.” she was the one now rolling her eyes. “but you can’t fool me.”

“i’m not trying to fool you.”

your eyes met again, ellie‘s green ones staying put this time.

or maybe you were.

it was late at night. you had had to stay today to do your rounds, and you were fighting to not fall asleep.

it’s not like you could anyways…

“falling asleep?” you rolled your eyes at ellie’s voice.

“no, sir.” she had been rounding you for hours, making sure you stayed awake and teasing you.

“sure. you look about to pass out.” you scoffed.

“i wish. that way i would have to deal with you…” you muttered and her eyebrows rose.

“what was that?” she inquired, getting closer.

“nothing, sir.” you said and she hummed.

“really? ‘cause i definitely heard something. why don’t you speak up for me, hm?” she leaned over you, since you were sitting on a chair, her eyes harshly looking into yours.

you stayed silent, to what she smirked.

“what is it, huh? cat got your tongue?” your heart jumped into your chest when her index and thumb took your chin, making you look up at her.

“no, sir.” you answered.

“then go ahead. speak.”

“i said; i wish. that way i wouldn’t have to deal with you.” you gritted your teeth, cheeks blushing in anger.

“well aren’t you sweet…” she cooed, her hand trailing down to your neck before harshly pulling from you to pull you closer and up. her breath hit your face as she pushed you against the wall, making you let out a gasp. “is that the way in which you talk to a superior?” your chest puffed up with a deep breath.

“no.”

“no, what?” she squinted her eyes.

“no, sir.” she hummed.

“atta girl. see? it’s not that hard to be nice. although i do think you need a lesson, what do you think, princess?”

princess. princess. princess.

“answer me.” she ordered.

“yes, sir.”

“on your front. hands on the wall.” you followed once she freed you from her warm hand. you almost missed it. the skin on your neck was burning.

you gave her your back, placing your hands on the wall and she harshly pushed your head down, making your ass stick out. her eyes fell on it, her tongue dampening her lips.

“3 fucks up on a day. you really like trouble don’t you?” you shivered at the low on her voice, her hand on your hip. “pull down your pants.” she ordered and you froze. your cheeks burned. oh fuck. “did you not hear me? pull down your pants.” she repeated, and that’s when your shaky hands found the hem of your cargo shorts, undoing the button and the zipper. you knew you could stop this. you knew she wouldn’t push you. but you wanted it. you wanted her to punish you. see how far she would go. “that’s it. good girl.” she praised you as you pushed them down your legs, letting them pool down on your ankles.

you bit down on your lip as you placed your hands back on the wall. you were shaking.

her eyes took in the pretty lace panties you had worn that day, smirking. “these are pretty.” you shivered when her fingertips traced them. “you wore them for woodward?” you shook your head. “can’t hear you.” you jolted when she left a soft spank on your ass. your knees almost buckled. what was going on? how the hell had you ended up here? and why the fuck were you enjoying it so much?

“no.” you shakily said, and ellie hummed.

“you sure? you too seemed awfully friendly this morning. you fucking her?” you could hear the sting on her voice.

“no.” you promised, but she spanked you once again, this time harsher.

“manners.”

“no, sir.” you corrected yourself.

her hand roamed on your ass, cupping your cheek and squeezing, making you let out a muffled whimper that made her smirk.

“you really need a lesson, huh?” you nodded, biting down on your lip. “that’s what i thought. why don’t you count up for me, hm? i think 15 will do.” you almost moaned.

“yes, sir.” fuck. how much it turned her on when you called her sir.

“atta girl.”

“one.” you muttered when the first harsh slap hit your skin, bracing yourself. she was kind enough to not start strong, although you knew you’d be left shaking. “two…” your breath was growing shallow, and your legs were trembling.

“just like that. loud and clear for me, baby.” you whimpered.

“three, four…”

it stung. it hurt. but it hurt so good. you were sure you were soaking your panties.

by the time you reached ten your knees were wobbling and ellie had had to use her free hand to keep you upright.

“please, sir…” you moaned, tears stinging your eyes.

“just five more, come on, you’re doing so good… be good for me just for a little bit more, hm?” you nodded, and she smiled. “good girl.”

“eleven, twelve…” you whimpered. you were sure your ass would be glowing red. “thirteen, fourteen…” you took a deep breath, nails digging on the wall as her palm made contact with your ass one last time. “fifteen.” she caressed your irritated skin, hushing you.

“that’s it. now breath for me, doll. breath for me.” you followed her orders, taking deep breaths. she pushed you up, spinning you so you would be facing her. your cheeks were flushed red, your lips bitten and glossy, along with your glazed eyes. you looked beautiful. and she knew this was all her. and you were soaked. she groaned as her hand cupped your clothed cunt. “how pathetic, you’re getting wet over this?” you whimpered as her fingers pushed in between your slit, teasing you.

“please…” you begged, your hips jolting against her touch.

“please what? speak up.” she ordered.

“please, sir. touch me.” she hummed.

“seems a little spanking did the trick, hm? being so obedient… i think you deserve a reward, don’t you think?” you nodded, and she cooed, pushing your panties aside and making you moan when her fingers were finally touching you with no barriers.

“oh fuck…” you cried out, your clit throbbing under her touch. she hushed you.

“shh, it’s okay. i’ve got you. i’ve got you.” she circled your clit, and your legs buckled. her other hand took your hip, bruising your skin as she held you up.

“ellie…”

“nuh-uh. gotta ask nicely, baby.” she was teasing you, a smirk on her lips as her finger prodded at your entrance.

“sir…” a moan left your lips, and she groaned. that went straight to her cunt.

as a reward she pushed her middle finger inside, stretching your pulsing pussy. “so tight…” you moaned as she started to thrust it in and out, hearing the slick sounds your cunt made for her.

you were a moaning and whimpering mess by the time she pushed the second finger inside, curling them to hit your g spot. it was almost embarrassing how turned on you were, how close you were to cumming. her lips were on your neck, sucking bruises that she knew everyone would see tomorrow. maybe that’s what she wanted, for all of them to know that you were already hers.

there was something so primal in the way she had taken one of your legs to her hip to fuck her fingers harsher and deeper into you…

one of your hands were on her hair, tugging at her auburn strands as she fucked you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“you close, baby? gonna cum on my fingers?” you nodded, biting down on your bottom lip. “then go ahead, wanna see it drip down your thighs.” and you did, letting go as the band snapped and your cunt gushed all over her fingers with a long moan. she fucked you through it, circling your clit to extend your high. “that’s it. give it to me. good girl…” you moaned at the praise, panting as it subsided. you whimpered when she took them out, pulling her fingers up to her mouth to suck on them. “so sweet…” you couldn’t help but tug from her hair to kiss her, tasting yourself on her tongue.

that night turned out to be really long one…

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krisdreaming · 10 months

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Pairing: Kita Shinsuke x f!reader

Summary: Literally just papa Kita fluff :')))

WC: 831

A/N: I've been in SUCH a Kita mood lately, it's unreal. This ficlet just flowed out of me, idek where it came from. Tbh I have another fic for him in mind but idk when I'll actually write it aha.

Coming inside after a long day of working in the fields is one of Shinsuke's favorite things. His muscles feel warm with an almost-pleasant ache after so many hours working hard in the sun, and the thought of all he'd accomplished that day fills him with contentment. He makes his way through the house in search of his favorite sight of the day.

He finds it in the nursery. You've just finished changing your son, and now you're tickling his chubby belly, eliciting the sweet sounds of his giggles. You're laughing, too, and the way the sounds twine together is like music to his ears. He leans against the door frame, resting his cheek against the cool wood as he silently watches the two of you.

"Okay, time for your jammies," You eventually coo, turning to the dresser and pulling out a soft blue and white footie pajama set. Your son is babbling away on the changing table. Neither of you have noticed him yet, and he doesn't quite want to break the spell. He watches you tug the pajamas on, and can't help but smile at the soft pinch you give to the baby's irresistibly pudgy leg as you do so.

"All done," You finally announce, lifting him up and pressing a kiss to his soft cheek. "Now, let's go see if Papa's finished working yet." Finally, you turn and catch sight Shinsuke. His smile widens, and you let out a soft gasp of surprise.

"How long were you standing there?" You ask with a breathy chuckle. Having caught sight of his Papa, your son begins to squirm in your arms.

"Not too long," He assures you, stepping into the room to meet you and take your son from your arms. He babbles happily, digging his fingers into the fabric of Shinsuke's shirt. "Hi there," He turns his attention to the little one in his arms, lifting him up to press a few kisses of his own to his cheeks. "Looks like somebody's all ready for bed."

"Yup," You nod, resting your hand on your husband's arm. "Do you mind watching him while I take a quick shower?"

"Of course," He says quickly, leaning in for a kiss. "Take as long as you need. I've got him."

"Thanks," You press another kiss to his cheek, then head off.

"Yer Mama's pretty amazing, ya know," He says softly the moment you're out of earshot. "She takes such good care of ya, even though Papa has to spend so much time outside." Your son blinks up at him, a smile breaking out on his face at the attention from his father. "I know how much ya love her, too," He adds, "I can tell. Probably love her more than yer Papa." He chuckles, without a hint of jealousy. "Can't blame ya. I love her a lot too. More every day."

Your son's eyelids are starting to droop, and he slowly rocks him as he makes his way to the living room. "That's right," He murmurs as he settles down on the couch, gently laying him on his lap. "Just go ta sleep."

He doesn't say much after that, just admiring the child in his arms as his eyes slowly close. His little nose looks just like yours, and Shinsuke rests his fingertip on it ever so gently. Sometimes he just can't resist the delicate features and soft skin of your son, caught up in the wonderment that this small human is a perfect combination of the two of you.

He studies him until you finally emerge from the bathroom, freshly showered and dressed in a soft t-shirt and shorts. You join them on the couch, tucking your legs up beneath you as you rest your cheek on Shinsuke's shoulder, joining him in peering down at your son.

"I don't know how you always get him to sleep so quickly," You murmur. "I'm a little jealous."

Shinsuke shrugs slightly, then presses a tender kiss to the top of your head. "Dunno," He says softly. "I just talk to him."

You shake your head. "Well, whatever you do, it works." You laugh quietly, lapsing into silence for a few moments.

"We should get him to bed," You finally say, sitting more upright. "If you put him down, I'll get a quick meal together for you. I'm sure you're starving."

"I'm alright," He assures you, unable to hold back the smile starting to tug at his lips. "I'll put him down, and then we can make somethin' together." As the two of you stand, he leans in to press a kiss to your lips. He lingers more than he means to, and your hand comes to rest on his cheek.

"I love you," He murmurs as he pulls away, smile mirroring your own.

"I love you too," You reply, and land a final peck on the tip of his nose. Every single moment of his work day is worth it, just for moments like these.

#Haikyuu #Haikyuu fluff #Haikyuu x reader #Kita Shinsuke x reader #Kita x reader #Kita fluff #Kita Shinsuke

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guccifrog · 2 months

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THINK FAST P5

chris sturniolo × f!reader

summary: where a silly dare leads to a lot of unexpected events

soz y'all i fell asleep yesterday but here is your fic :3

part1 part2 part3 part4

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

Mama's boy- Dominic fike

0:09 ━●────────── 3:47

ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ

y/n's pov ☆

The gymnasium echoed with the dull thuds of sneakers and the occasional huff of exertion. It was just another day at school, and I was sitting on the bench, alone, watching everyone play basketball. My eyes wandered to the clock, counting down the minutes until I could be free from this hellhole. I didn't feel like playing today so I lied to the teacher and said I had a sore muscle. It was actually true, but I didn't want to be here either.

I huffed out a sigh, as my eyes scanned the room watching as everyone was doing their thing, a girl who I recognized as Alahna was showing off her new haircut, Dylan was trying to impress Amber, and Amber was just being Amber. My gaze shifted to a certain group of people in the corner, Cassie being one of them.

Her hair was pulled back in a perfect ponytail, and she was wearing a simple white shirt and black shorts, but she still managed to look gorgeous. Just looking at her for some reason made my blood boil. She was everything I wasn't, and she had the perfect life. But something about it seems fake like she's hiding something. I don't know, maybe I'm just reading too much into it.

"ugh she's such a bitch," I heard a voice say from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to see it was Nick, he's been hanging out a lot with our group lately, and even though I'm still terrified of him finding out about that night, it's a little less awkward now that we got to know him a little more.

"Yeah she is," I agreed, not really wanting to say too much. Nick shrugged and moved closer to me on the bench, "I don't understand why Dylan keeps hanging out with her. She sounds so fake every time she's with us."I sighed.

"No cause my brother is literally whipped. He's been head over heels for her ever since they started hanging out. I don't get it. I mean, she's nice and all, but she's not that great. He's better than that," Nick shrugged his shoulders, disappointment coating his voice.

wait. Brother? which one is he talking about?

I frowned, trying to place which brother he could be talking about. "Wait, which brother are you talking about?" I asked, curiosity finally getting the better of me.

Nick frowned his eyebrows, a disgusted look placed on his face " Chris. He's been chasing her like a dog ever since she gave him a small amount of attention. It's pathetic really. I just don't get it, she's not even that pretty. Plus I heard she has something going on with Dylan already " He glanced over at Dylan and Amber, who were standing close together, laughing at something.

"wait really? I thought he was down bad for Amber," I admitted, not really paying attention before. Nick snorted, "Yeah, that didn't last long. Amber said something about her being into girls I think. I don't know, maybe it was just a rumor. But yeah." I raised an eyebrow, "So, she's into girls?" Nick shrugged.

there was so much going on, that it was hard to keep track of everything.

"Wait, why didn't anyone tell me?" I said, feeling a little shocked. I had known Amber since middle school, and even though we weren't friends til this year, I thought she'd at least tell me something like that.

"I dunno, maybe you never asked or something, and they thought you knew" Nick suggested.

"yeah, you're right I guess" I muttered, still trying to process this new information. Chris and Dylan are down bad for Cassie. Chris wants Cassie's attention but she's more into Dylan. Amber and Dylan aren't a thing like I thought, and Amber is apparently for the girls.

I glanced over at Cassie again, she was laughing at something Alahna said, just where the hell was I when all of this was happening? It's like everything is happening around me, but I'm just not there.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, breaking me out of my thoughts. I pulled it out and saw that it was my mom calling me. I sighed in frustration, knowing that I'd have to deal with her nagging voice. I waved at Nick and headed over to the lockers, I sat down on the cold, metal floor resting my back against one of the lockers, and picked up.

"Hello?"

"So you finally decided to pick up?" She asked sarcastically.

"Mom I was in cla-"

"Don't give me that excuse, you've been in the same classroom for hours."

I sighed. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I've just been busy with stuff."

"What kind of stuff?" my mom asked suspiciously.

"Just stuff, you know…school stuff, homework, exams…" I trailed off.

"Don't give me that crap, you're grades are dropping. You've been hanging out with that crowd again, haven't you?" she demanded.

I paused for a moment, I hate this. I hate how she's always so…involved in my life. It's like she can't just let me live. "no Mom I'm not hanging out with them" I lied rolling my eyes.

"Then what's going on, huh?" she pressed.

"Mom, I'm fine. I just need some time to myself. Can't you fucking understand that?"

"Hey! Watch your mouth kid!" my mom yelled. I winced at the sharp tone of her voice. "I'm just trying to look out for you, but you're acting like a spoiled brat! You think you're too old for me to discipline you, is that it?"

I wasn't gonna do this again, not right now. Not when I was feeling this frustrated. "I'm going to go now. I'll talk to you later. Okay?" I said, trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible.

"you're grounded. No going out this weekend. You're going to stay home and study. Understood? me and your dad will be back next week" my mom yelled before hanging up the phone. I stared at the phone screen, feeling anger boiling up inside me more and more. I got up, kicked the locker behind me aggressively, and stormed out of the school, not even bothering to head back to the gymnasium.

I sighed throwing my backpack over my shoulder, I had just finished practice and was walking down the hallway to my locker. I let out a small yawn, rubbing my tired eyes.

pov

"Mom, I'm fine. I just need some time to myself. Can't you fucking understand that?"I froze my eyes wide.

Peeking from the corner, I recognized the person, it was the stalker. She was sat on the floor, phone in hand and her back against a locker. My locker.

I wasn't sure if I hate this girl or despise her more, something about her just annoys the fuck out of me. Maybe it's the way she's always trying to be mysterious and shit or just her whole existence is irritating. Whatever it is, I can't stand being around her for more than five minutes without wanting to punch something. But what I don't understand is why I haven't confronted her about that one night. It's like some part of me is too ashamed or something.

"I'm going to go now. I'll talk to you later. Okay?"I watched her sigh, her voice laced with frustration, as she waited for who I assumed to be her mom to answer.

A few minutes later she hung up and sat down for a while on the floor just looking at her phone, before getting up and aggressively kicking my locker.

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What the fuck?

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moodywyrm · 1 year

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need abby to play with my nipples until i cum from that alone.

who said that......

-🧩

babe. I've been staring at this for hours now. our brains? linked. synched. need to give u a forehead kiss for this one. u have nip piercings in this one, if u don't just imagine pls <3

Abby, titty lover that she is, is obsessed with your nipples. Remember the thing I wrote about her finding out you have nipple piercings? Yeah. Every time you have sex, it ends with your tits covered in hickies, spit, deliciously sore from her fingers and mouth working at you. but one thing she didn't know? Under the right conditions, you could cum from nipple stimulation alone. She only finds out when Manny is telling her about his latest hook up and the girl came from him playing with her titties.

"Abby, you don't understand, it was insane. I hadn't even really touched her down there yet, and she finished? I mean it was hot but damn," He huffed, not actually upset. Abby, however, feels like her whole world has been expanded. Later, when she heads back home, she is on a fucking mission (pun intended).

She finds you on the couch, wearing one of her muscle tees and a pair of her boxers. You're about to ask how her day was when she's kneeling in front of you, hands smoothing up your thighs, and up, and up, until she's groping at your tits and rolling the pretty pierced buds between her fingers. At the same time, her mouth is on yours, kissing you so intensely you wonder what got her so riled up.

"What - mmm - any reason? Or just - mm - just excited?" And you can barely get the words about because Abby can't stop kissing you. She reluctantly pulls away to explain, wanting you to know what she's trying to do.

"Manny told me about this thing. That can happen."

"What thing?" She's breathing so heavy you're kinda concerned, but you trust her and her unbearably horny mind.

"Can I make you cum by playing with your tits?" And the words rush out so fast, they barely register. When they do, you're nodding so hard she laughs, pulling your shirt off and moaning at the sight. She's diving in, mouth laving at one nipple, licking it, biting it, pulling it into her mouth and toying with the jewelry.

As she's toying with you, she's whispering praises, trying to get you mentally worked up and aroused with touching your cunt, even though she can feel the heat of it against her tummy from where she's kneeling between your legs and she wants to fuck you open so bad.

"You're so fucking pretty baby, prettiest tits in the world. Could spend forever playing with 'em, you'd like that huh? Love wearing my shirts so they slip out the sides? Always fucking pretty, sweetheart," and she's fucking got you. You're whining, clawing at her back and stroking her flushed cheeks, holding her against your chest. You weren't sure she could actually make you cum from playing with your nipples, but goddamn if Abigail Anderson isn't ridiculously good at everything she does.

She's switching between your nipples, moaning at the way you whine when the spit slicked buds make contact with air, cold and sensitive when her fingers play with them. You don't know how long it's been since she started, because honestly you don't have a stable concept of time right now, but you can feel yourself getting closer and closer, almost dropping back into the couch were it not for one of Abby's ridiculously strong arms wrapped around your back, pinning you to her mouth. She leans in harder, feeling the heat against her tummy get warmer and warmer, her body pushing your legs wider and that fucking does it.

The feel of her, so strong and broad and intense, pulling at every nerve in your body while only playing with your tits pushes you over, arching your back and pushing your tits farther into her mouth, wailing as your thighs shake and clench around her waist, pussy leaking into her boxers. Abby can feel the wet spot growing, pressing against her, and she's groaning as she pulls away from your chest to meet your lips.

"Fucking hell, perfect girl, my perfect girl. So good for me, sweetheart," smiling at the way you cling to her, hauling her up onto the couch so you can return the favor.

Your hands, still shaky, making quick work of her belt and dragging her pants and boxers down her legs, diving in to thank your girl <3

who said that.

#🧩 anon #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader smut

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oh-koenig-my-koenig · 3 months

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Hey peeps. I'm really sorry but I actually have bad news and not a Valentine's Day chapter for today. I got diagnosed with tendonitis and I need to rest my hand and not write too much. I'm currently also working on my Master's thesis and that has priority, for obvious reasons I think, and I'm having a really hard time not being able to write some more König stuff, because really that's all I want to do.

I mean, I have found some speech to text programs that work pretty well (I'm actually using it right now to type this out), but it still takes a lot more time and then I still need to proofread manually, so it will take until the weekend or next week to post some more.

I have some chapters already written out that I finished some time ago that might not fit the plot exactly, but will work as random scenes. So I might fall back on some of those for the time being.

I hope you understand and thanks for your patience!

I actually wrote a little scene about it when my wrist first started hurting, so I'm just going to post this today (I also read through it again and the big guy is still my comfort character), maybe some of you can also use a little fluff with König today <3

kissing it better <3

(domestic fluff, hinted-at smut, mdni)

Monday at 8, I go to work after drinking my morning coffee with him and I return to his house again in the late afternoon, finding him and Mimi cuddling on the couch, the little ball of fur snuggling into his broad chest. Seeing them like that, squeezes my heart a little bit.

I hop onto his lap, Mimi meowing because now she isn’t the only one occupying this space anymore. We laugh and I can finally give him a kiss. He kisses me back, his arms wrapping around my waist and thighs.

Next to him on the end table, there are three new bottles of black nail polish. “They didn’t have the brand you normally use, so I just bought a few.”, he explains, smiling at me apologetically.

And this small gesture makes me melt a little. I picture him, the ridiculously tall, scary looking metalhead standing in the boutique in front of the shelf with all the tiny bottles of nailpolish – and then picking out three of the same colour because he didn’t know which one I would like.

“Thanks, even though that wasn’t necessary.”, I say, pressing a little ‘thank you’ kiss onto his nose. I reach for one of the bottles but pull back when a pang of pain shoots through my wrist.

His eyes widen, just a bit, his look fixed on the spot where I hold it against my chest, slowly massaging it. “What happened?”, he asks.

I shrug. “I don’t know, my wrist just hurts.” I sigh. “It started today at work and it just doesn’t go away.”

He catches my hand, pulling my wrist from my hold, and inspects the joint, softly moving it. He stretches it down gently, my small palm between his huge, tattooed fingers. “Does that hurt?”, he wants to know. I shake my head and he pulls it into the other direction. I hiss slightly, as the light sting of pain spreads, and he lets go immediately.

“I think, you may have overworked it a little bit.”, he mumbles, softly massaging the muscles and tendons around the wrist. Pushing his thumbs into the sensitive skin, until I sigh and relax a bit.

König pulls my wrist closer, up to his lips, pressing them onto the joint. Placing soft kisses where it hurts. Kissing it better. I can feel his warm breath coasting over my skin as he slowly makes his way to the inside of my wrist, still rubbing the spots that hurt lightly with his big strong fingers. His eyes snap up to mine, holding my gaze that is already on him.

His tongue darts out, licking over the pulse point, like he can’t help himself. The soft wet touch sends a pleasurable shiver down my spine. My mouth drops open just a little bit as he puts his over the sensitive spot and sucks, gently. A little moan escapes my lips, and I can see the heat in his eyes intensifying.

He pulls back, pressing another kiss to my wrist, lingering a little longer than he needs to. Still holding my gaze. “A little better?”, he asks, with a soft smile. His little kisses seem to be the best medicine, even though they are pure placebo.

“Yes, thank you.”, I say as I lean forward and give him a proper kiss on the lips.

“Just let it rest the next few days and it’ll get better, okay?”, he suggests then.

I nod, but I can’t help myself, as I add-on: “So, no handjobs?”, biting back a grin.

He shoots me a look that tells me to stop being such a brat, but the corners of his mouth turn up. “Exactly, that was my point, Fräulein.”, he answers sarcastically, patting my ass.

His demeanor changes again before he asks: “Are you hungry? I cooked some pasta.” He already kinda knows the answer to that (I can always eat, especially carbs) as he’s getting up, just lifting me up in one swift motion, only to set me down on the floor next to him.

“Starving actually, I didn’t really have lunch today.”, I sigh. “More exhausting clients instead.”

“We’ll get you something to eat and then you can tell me all about it. How does that sound, hm?”, he suggests. His arm snakes around my waist while he presses a little kiss on the top of my head.

“That sounds great.”, I tell him, a small smile on my face, as I take his hand – with the wrist that doesn’t hurt – and follow him to the kitchen.

Mimi gets up as well and tipples after us, her tail flicking up in the air, as she meows again like she wants to say ‘I’m hungry too!’.

~ more stuff in the Masterlist~

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babytarttdoodoo · 10 months

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hi! prompt for Roy and Jamie (as a ship or platonic is up to you!) if it interests you, could I request Roy getting protective over somebody hitting on and making Jamie uncomfortable at a bar?

I’m finding that Roy is a lot of fun to write. The man has presence. (There a LOT of *fruity* language in this one.)

Written as early relationship Roy/Jamie. Thank you for the prompt and hope you enjoy!

(Prompt Fill Masterpost)

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“Excuse me!”

Jamie turned around at the shout and grip on his arm, half a smile on his face from laughing with the bartender as he ordered.

A young woman was grinning at him excitedly, bouncing a little when his attention focused on her. She fluffed her hair with the hand that wasn’t squeezing his bicep.

“Alright, darling?” Jamie gave her a quick once over, expecting a request for a selfie if she happened to be into football.

“Are you Jamie? From Lust Conquers All?”

Ah.

He chuckled a bit and nodded, giving her his best photoshoot smile. You have to be nice to the fans, after all.

“Yep, guilty!”

“I fucking knew it!” she crowed, pressing in closer. Jamie felt the edge of the bar dig into his back. “I told my friends it was you!”

“Oh, you out with your mates, then?” Jamie glanced behind her, trying to spot a group that might be waiting to pull her back away. No one stood out and she ignored his question completely.

“It was a total fix, you getting voted off! You were well more fit than Danthony. He barely got his kit off.”

Right. Okay, then.

“Nah, he were a nice enough lad, actually.” Jamie told her, keeping it friendly and gently trying to pull his arm away. “Listen, d’you want a photo or…?”

“Don’t you think I look like Amy?”

“Eh…” She did, a bit, if Jamie really thought about it. It might have just been the blonde hair and hoop earrings, though. And that didn’t detract from it being a fucking weird question.

“Need a tray for your drinks, mate?” Jamie turned back to the bartender at the (very welcome) interruption and felt the woman’s hand shift from his arm to his chest with the movement.

He grit his teeth and gave the guy setting out his round a tight smile and nod as her polished fingernails scraped the skin exposed by his mostly open shirt.

“Shit, you didn’t let yourself go after the show, did you?” she asked, staring at his bared muscles and seemingly oblivious to any concept of personal space. “Buy me a drink?”

“Oh, er, no thanks.”

“Come off it.” She pouted at him and squeezed in closer, standing practically between his legs. ��You can’t tell me I’m not your type.”

Jamie swallowed hard, glancing around now for his own friends. But the team were sequestered away in the VIP section, waiting on him returning with their orders.

“Look, sweetheart, I’m sure you’re lovely, but I’m currently spoken for.”

“Didn’t stop you on the show.”

“Fucking hell.” Jamie had to laugh. This whole thing was ridiculous. Even at the height of his prickiest moments, he’d known when to take a hint - apparently that memo was not universally received.

There was no room to move away from her, either. The club was heaving with people enjoying their Friday night and the crowd around the bar penned him in on all sides. A jostle from the group behind them had the woman pressed right up against his front.

She grinned, taking his incredulity and the sudden contact as a good sign.

“Oi, Tartt.” Oh shit.

The movement in the crowd had not, apparently, been caused by inebriated partiers trying to get closer to the bar. Rather, it had been Roy Fucking Kent pushing his way through to find out what was taking so long.

If panic at the thought of potentially causing a scene had been playing at the edges of Jamie’s mind, the idea of Roy seeing some random woman plastered all over him in a dark club dialled it up to a full-blown catastrophe.

This Thing™ between them was still fresh and new (and a bit lovely). He wasn’t sure it could weather presumed infidelity and a tabloid shitshow just yet.

Roy was frowning, no surprises there. His dark eyes went from Jamie’s face, to the new attachment on his chest, and back again. “Who the fuck is this?”

She bristled at the dismissive tone. “Who are you? His dad?”

Jamie winced. Ouch.

And the thing was, he wasn’t scared of Roy’s reaction. He hadn’t been properly scared of Roy for years. But, objectively, he knew that the man before him cut a pretty intimidating figure when he wanted to.

Dressed all in black under the strobing lights of a nightclub, he looked like a solid shadow with anger issues. Crossing his arms and raising his voice to be heard was all it took for a good metre radius to clear out around him, defying the laws of both physics and London nightlife.

Jamie was suddenly struck by the memory of Roy striding into a club, headbutting Colin, and giving them all a telling off. He’d been scary in that moment, and Jamie knew he’d had to admit to himself that night that his Kent crush was not as dead and buried as he’d hoped.

“Get the fuck off of him, you nutty arsemonger.”

Between her shock at the colourful insult and the extra room to manoeuvre, Jamie managed to extricate himself without much further fuss and snatched up the ready tray of drinks to use as a barrier.

“You can’t talk to me like that!” she seethed, cheeks flushed and hands gone to fists at her sides, her grip on Jamie forgotten.

“I can do a hell of a lot worse,” Roy growled. “Bugger off, before I call security.”

Sensing defeat, and perhaps the phone cameras no doubt being whipped out around them, the woman gave Jamie one last leering, disappointed look before stalking off in the opposite direction of Roy.

Jamie slumped in relief until he caught his (boyfriend?)’s gaze. Roy’s face was unreadable. He just stared at Jamie for a moment longer, then turned away.

“Come on, then. Been waiting fucking ages.”

Suddenly unsure if he’d been right to dismiss fear so quickly, Jamie followed along behind him, focusing on not spilling anything while his mind whirred incessantly.

They rounded the curtain that separated the VIP room from the rest of the venue and a cheer went up at the sight of a fresh round. Jamie set his burden down quickly, accepting the thanks of his teammates while constantly glancing over to the corner where Roy had settled to brood.

Grabbing their drinks, he made his way over and cautiously sat beside him.

“... Roy?”

“Are you alright?” Well, that wasn’t what Jamie had expected. Especially since the words sounded like they’d been dragged from Roy’s throat by force. “Be fucking honest.”

“Erm, yeah, yeah I’m fine. Thanks.” Jamie licked his lips nervously. “Why?”

Roy shut his eyes tight and sighed heavily. “Jesus Christ. Because you just had some tart’s hands all over you and she clearly wouldn’t take ‘no’ for a fucking answer.”

“Oh.” Jamie shrugged and looked down at his glass, tapping his thumbnails against the rim. “Used to it, ain’t I? Are you alright? Cause, being honest, I don’t know if you’re angry at me or not and it’s kind of freaking me out.”

His fidgeting stilled when Roy’s hand found his knee and squeezed.

“I’m not angry at you, Jamie.”

At the much softer tone, Jamie risked looking at him again and found Roy watching him with a pinched expression.

“I am wondering why you didn’t just tell her to piss off sooner.”

“It weren’t like I encouraged her!” Jamie protested.

“I’m not saying you did. Believe it or not, I have had my share of mental fans having a grope over the years.” Jamie fought down a flush of outrage and jealousy at that. “You don’t have to be fucking nice to them, though. You, fuck, you shouldn’t be ‘used to it’.”

Unable to resist, Jamie leaned in and kissed away Roy’s scowl.

“You’re sweet.” he murmured, smiling at the gruff protest he got in response. “No, you are. Deal with it.”

With a sigh, he leaned into Roy’s side and organised his thoughts.

“After I did that reality show, most of my brand deals and that just… went away.” He felt Roy shift beside him but the grip on his knee stayed steady, so much nicer than the hand on him earlier had been. “I got trashed online for acting like a prick and no one wanted to touch me. Not even City. Fuck, I had to beg Ted for another chance here.”

Roy knew most of this, of course. He even had a clearer idea now of why exactly Jamie had risked his football career for Lust Conquers All.

“I just. Everything’s better now. Life is fucking mint. But I know that all it takes is one shitty tweet about me being an arsehole or a dodgy video taken out of context and, boom. It’s viral and I’m untouchable again.”

“Fuuuuuuuuck.” The quiet exhalation made Jamie huff a laugh. Roy took a swig of his beer before speaking again. “First of all, we’re not going to let anything like that happen. And by ‘we’ I mean that entire gaggle of idiots, plus me, plus Keeley and Beard and Rebecca and Higgins and, fuck, even Nate these days.

“Someone says shit about you, all of Richmond will be up in arms to fight them about it, alright?”

He waited for Jamie to nod in acknowledgement before continuing,

“And second - I never had to deal with all this shit. The worst I’ve had is the press camped outside my house after some messy breakup or fight on the pitch. I don’t know how you lads do it with all the tweeting and posting and blogging you’re supposed to keep up with. It’s fucking exhausting just hearing about it.”

(Jamie very maturely refrained from making the obvious jokes about how ancient Roy sounded.)

“So if me doing shit like that -” He gestured vaguely in the direction of the bar. “Ever makes things worse for you, then I’m fucking sorry and you need to tell me.”

That was… genuinely very touching. Jamie snuggled in closer, throat tight.

“And finally,” Roy went on, pressing a kiss to head on his shoulder. “Your consent fucking matters, Jamie. If someone makes you uncomfortable, be as much of a prick as you like and damn the consequences.”

Jamie laughed again and shifted away to grin properly at Roy. “Is that you giving me blanket permission, coach?”

In response, Roy just gave him the middle finger, face hilariously deadpan. It really shouldn’t have made Jamie melt like it did.

He leaned in again, feeling safe in the relative privacy of their booth, and kissed Roy slow and deep. They were both breathing hard when he broke away and smirked.

“Maybe next time we go out, I’ll get to be the one prying some MILF off of you. Then you’ll find out exactly how much of a prick I can be.”

#this got serious sorry #my fic #fic prompts #jamie tartt #roy kent #ted lasso

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umeoniii · 1 year

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DATE NIGHT WITH HANGE….sfw and nsfw if you don’t mind🤗 -📚

date night w hange sfw & nsfw ∧( 'Θ' )∧

!: fem reader, she/they prns 4 hange

sfw:

☆ hange would take you out to something like an aquarium, museum, book store, amusement parks or out to coffee

pretty cliche ik, but it’s something i do see happening

this is only if it’s not something meant to be super romantic or special, obviously she’d take you out to a nice restaurant if there’s a special occasion.

☆ buys a whole bunch of souvenirs each time! u guys have so many plushies, shirts, n’ random prizes from places you’ve been to

☆ takes lots of photos to capture the moments

many off guard but cute pics of u

☆ does not wear dresses

i can not see them wearing dresses or super duper feminine outfits if it’s something formal.

like maybe, MAYBE if they really had to or if you really wanted them to they’ll wear a nice dress that you pick out.

she actually pulls it off very nicely with her hair up <3

☆ when you are at a very upscale restaurant she orders the most sophisticated thing on the menu

“i’ll just take what she’s getting” you say through gritted teeth having not a clue in the slightest what you’re about to eat

☆ pays in full. restaurant, the mall, museum. whatever the date is she pays for all expenses involved

never ever makes u pay when you’re out together

☆ lots of ppl look at you guys in restaurants. actually just at hange. i feel she sometimes cannot read the room and just acts super kiddie.

like she’ll get her spoon n say “here comes the airplane” to you in a baby voice and try to feed you

☆ but at the same time i feel she can be super classy and keep it at a 0. it’s great she can do both

☆ really likes goin out w u. so literally anytime they’re off they’ll take you out somewhere.

☆ they try to take you to new places not just the same places over n over

there’s only two places that they like going w u a lot. the planetarium and you guy’s favorite restaurant.

nsfw:

♡ “i gotta tell you something privately” is what she tells you luring you into the family bathroom

♡ literally begs you to touch them

and you just stare in disbelief as it all unfolds

♡ she can’t even contain herself in public no matter how hard she tries…

♡ like seriously hange’s literally obsessed w you

sometimes she only plans dates just to see you all dressed up and in public.

watchin all the ppl starin at you in admiration never being able to have you. it keeps her content and satisfied.

and u just stare at her clueless (not really bcs u know what you’re doing deep down)

♡ back to the bathroom, she’s literally begging and pleading. she’s not even worried about keeping her cool anymore. if you’re not gonna touch her at least let her touch u. and you say no plain and simple and let her deal with her thirst on her own.

♡ she goes back to normal and eats and converses like nothing happened even though she still wants you, even more now.

♡ they’re literally shaking under the table

♡ gets super touchy after… rubbin your thighs your arms

when you leave your date, her arm is wrapped around your waist.

♡ nicely opens the door for you so you can get in the car. whole time she’s just eager to get you home. has a grip on your thigh while drivin (left hand is steerin the other is gripping your thigh)

“you look so beautiful in that dress.” hange said, fixated on your appearance

“thank you baby. i don’t understand why you had to rush me into the bathroom to tell me that” you laughed softly looking up at her.

the light in her eyes flickered like a lighter for a split second, before they switched and brightened.

her muscles formed a soft smile, “it’s just that… wow… this is so crazy right?” she chuckled

deep down you couldn’t find yourself to be bothered with her front and little games. you washed your hands and prepared yourself to leave through the door of the restroom.

hanges hand swiftly grabbed onto your wrist making your bracelets jangle.

“wait, please don’t leave” frantic words left her lips

“i know what you want, i don’t want to do this with you in a place like this” you looked at her disheveled form through the mirror.

“don’t say that, i know there was a reason behind you wearing that dress.”

“yeah, because i wanted to look nice for our date”

the only thing that could be heard was that of the muffled conversations behind the bathroom door. hange couldn’t help but to eye the dress. it was so short and all of your back was showing. your jewelry matched it perfectly, everything about you that night was more intoxicating than the sweet red wine the two of you sipped at.

“i said im not doing this with you and i mean it” hange watched you in shambles as you walked out the restroom, leaving them alone with only their thoughts and fantasies.

upset is how she felt, pissed even. but she knew it was impossible to make you do something that you didn’t want to do and she respected it. she really wanted to snatch you back into the bathroom, prop you onto the marble sink not worried about anyone coming in and have her way with you. still it was a fantasy distant from becoming a reality.

she washed her hands and fixed her hair before going back to the table where the two of you sat with no words for a few minutes.

“the dress really does look pretty on you though”

you watched as hange just barley ate the food that sat on the platter. taking tiny bites of the meat then sipping at her wine. eventually you’d strike conversation again about your work and she’d listen and give some comments.

she still didn’t eat the food and you couldn’t help but ask her about it.

“why aren’t you eating hange, don’t waste your money like that!”

a breathy laugh left her mouth before she responded, “it’s fine really, i’m just not hungry”

she was lying.

“you sure were hungry before we went into the bathroom” you said in a snarky tone

she said bluntly, “it’s just that now in saving my appetite.”

“for what? dessert?” you scoffed

“yeah, if that’s what you would like to call it.”

the two of you looked at each other before you stated you were done with dinner as well.

you watched her pay the bill and leave the waiter a tip before you and her left.

the two of you walked outside, the crisp autumn breeze brushed against your legs giving you goosebumps.

when the two of you stood before the shiny black car, hange opened the door beckoning you to get in. a small smile accompanied you as you sat on the beige leather seat.

she got in briskly turning on the car and driving. the weather report was on the radio.

it was supposed to rain tonight.

usually in the car hange would listen to it the whole time. it was practically music to her ears, hearing that it’s going to be 67 degrees and drafty. it started to change when you started dating her, making her loosen up and listen to music.

“there’s a weather app, check it. i wanna listen to something else” you would change the radio while her eyes were on the road.

she listened too, she listened to mostly anything you told her to do and she wasn’t one to listen to anyone.

“you didn’t get your dessert hange. what’s up with that?” quietly you said, your glance was out the window.

warm hands rubbed up and down your legs. her eyes still on the road.

“nothing looked good on the menu”, was the last thing she said to you the whole ride.

the rest of the ride you looked out the window, hange’s hand still resting on your thigh. no words were exchanged between the two of you and you felt no words had to be. the thought of what was going to happen when you got home raced throughout your head.

it was pretty obvious just how they were going to act but you were still somewhat nervous.

as soon as you got home she exited the car and went to your side opening the door for you. her hand reached out for yours, you held it and got up.

“c’mon i got something for you.” she whispered into your ear.

the two of you walked into the house and as soon as the door closed hange came behind you and picked you up walking to the bedroom.

the heat in your body was rising, you felt your panties becoming more wet by the millisecond. every touch from hange made you even more shakier.

she layed you down on the bed and took of her glasses, setting them on the night stand. lights weren’t even on her mind because she was so needy. warm hands rubbed at your lower legs before pulling up your dress. carefully she pulled down your panties, practically drooling from staring at your glistening cunt.

her index finger softly ghosted your clit, pressing on it and rubbing it slowly. you couldn’t help but let out a breathy gasp from the touch.

“you’ll let me won’t you?” words left softly from her lips, still rubbing you.

“y-yes” you sputtered looking at them, the moonlight illuminated their face making their eyes shimmer.

she draped both of your legs over her shoulders, your soft tummy folding, before going down on you. kisses were placed inside your thighs, your pubic area, then your wet pussy. her tongue slid through you, separating your sticky folds.

she licked at your clit slowly, her hand rested on your clothed breasts before she quickly pulled down your dress ripping the fabric. you almost shouted at her but couldn’t when she slipped her tongue into your hole.

your rock hard nipple rested in between her thumb and index fingers as she went back to sucking your pretty clit. you heard her moaning softly into you while she lapped at your cunt.

her hand slowly moved from your chest to under the bed, her eyes met your teary ones before she detached her mouth from your pussy.

you watched as she put on the strap, aligning it with you and slowly inserting it.

“that’s it” she praised softly

the pace started of slowly then sped up causing the headboard to squeak. your boobs bounced in the pattern of hange’s thrusts making them paw at your breasts.

“fuck im sorry for ripping the dress, you looked so cute in it” she sighed

words didn’t even come to your cluttered mind. a ring of creamy cum circled the base of the strap. your arms rested around hanges neck pulling her in for a kiss.

your lips clashed and your tongues met during the messy kiss. you held her tight moaning into her mouth as she still thrusted into you.

scattered was the perfect word to describe how you felt. your brain was foggy and a mess, nothing went on inside of your pretty little head. only moans and hiccups left your pretty little lips.

hange leaned out of the kiss wiping the saliva off her mouth with her sleeve.

“your cute greedy pussy always takes me so well.” her hand squished your cheeks

“mhm hm” you hummed scratching the fabric of her shirt.

movements became slower but her thrusts became harder, slamming into your cunt. your body started to tense up as you felt yourself getting close.

your arms wrapped around hange’s back embracing them. your head lie in the crook of their neck inhaling their scent as you whine and whimper to yourself.

“oh god” you shakily said muffled inside of hange’s neck as you came all over the strap.

your eyes were shut tightly as you clawed at hange’s back still thrusting inside of you.

overstimulated, you begged her to stop.

“you know earlier i was begging as well” she said smartly into your ear, nibbling at your earlobe.

a few thrusts later though she stopped and pushed your legs all the way to your chest.

“attagirl” she praised spreading your folds watching the cum trickle down onto the sheets.

her hands rubbed at the fat of your ass before kissing your on your cheek.

♡

tags!: @hangesgirlypop @yiugen @heartshapedtearss 💗

a/n: this took forever didnt it.. im sorry 📚 anon.. i added the end as a lil bonus! since it took me a million years to write and then post this…

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alessiathepirate · 11 months

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Resident Evil 4

SUCH A GOOD BOY!: Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Summary: As they rescue the trapped wolf, Leon's lover has a very important question to ask.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

Someone get this man a dog!

Warnings: swearing, mentioned violence, bad little beartraps

•••

"Poor puppy, the beartrap got you too, huh?" she mumbled to the hurt, whimpering wolf as Leon was doing his best to pry the beartrap open. "We'll help you, don't you worry."

"There you go, buddy." Leon spoke to the wolf as well after he was finally able to force the trap open. He waited until the animal pulled its leg out, which wasn't an easy task - his tensed up muscles told her that much.

When the wolf was finally free it looked back at them, while it licked it's hurt leg. Then it did its best to get the well known proud and straight posture back as it barked as a thank you.

"Look at this guy! How adorable!" she spoke up as the wolf turned around and ran away, even if it had a limp what seemed to slow it down.

"Yeah, you're right." Leon agreed as he stood up and let the beartrap close up again with a loud noise.

He looked at his lover, who was still looking after the wolf hoping she'll catch another glimpse of it in the high bushes. He couldn't help but smile as well at her soft features and small giggles. So loving and kind, yet so dangerous at the same time.

"Leon?"

"What is it, sweetheart?"

"Can we please-"

"No." Leon interrupted with a chuckle, knowing what she wanted to say. "I'm afraid we can't."

"Why?" she seemed hurt at his answer. "Look at how cute it was! And it's hurt now!"

"But we can't bring it with us, darling." he explained as he took one of her hands and pressed a kiss into her palm.

"Sure thing we can!" she argued, but her gestures were still soft, making Leon know that she wasn't actually angry with him. "Just imagine our days off; you, me and the dog on the couch watching some shitty movies."

"A wolf, sweetheart. It's a wolf, not a dog. We wouldn't have the time to take care of it, we don't get that many days off." Leon pressed a kiss to her forehead as he hugged her, his voice was still patient and kind. "Although it would be funny to see the neighbours faces."

"Exactly! Especially after that girl was all over you."

"She wasn't for long. You scared her to death." Leon laughed at the memory of her lover with the typical jealous 'you're dead' glance.

"Sure thing I did. I couldn't let her steal you away from me."

"No one will steal me away, I promise."

Their lips met in a short, but sweet kiss; while her hands found their way up to his hair and neck. She pulled away and hugged him, hiding her face in the crook of his neck.

"We have to go, sweetheart. We have to find Baby Eagle."

She giggled and took a step back, looking up at him. "Wait 'til I tell her we call her Baby Eagle."

His hand found hers as they got going. She intertwined their fingers and she felt his thumb gently stroke her knuckles.

"Actually... I think she'd agree with me. We should take the puppy home..."

Leon just sighed as he tried to hide a chuckle. There was no way she'll let that topic go - not for a while at least.

•••

She groaned as she grabbed Leon's arms, who - like the gentleman he is - was kind enough to help her up. As soon as she was on her feet again she got attacked by his hugs, his hands keeping her close to his chest, his lips kissing the top of her head. It was a thing that always melted her heart. After every enemy, after every hard path he was right next to her, kissing her, checking up on her, looking at her limbs to make sure she didn't get any cuts or bruises.

"Are you all right?"

"Yeah, yeah I am." she answered, still keeping her face hidden in his chest, only pulling away to look up at him and make sure he was fine as well. "What about you?"

" 'Never been better."

She playfully smacked his arm at the answer, worry was still on her face.

"No need for any of that macho bullshit. I'm being serious, are you okay?"

"Of course I am, darling. Thanks to you... and your buddy."

And there it was, her buddy was standing on a cliff, its posture proud and happy as it panted, because it got tired after the fight with the 'big boy' as Leon called that thing. It howled and looked down at them again.

"Yeah, my buddy. I told you the little guy is the best help around here."

"That you did sweetheart. That you did." Leon mumbled as his lover let go of him to walk towards the cliff to say thank you for the wolf's help.

"Thanks buddy." he spoke to the animal as well when he walked up to it, remembering how the wolf distracted the monster so it didn't attack his lover.

"Such a good boy, right?"

Leon turned to look at his partner, examined the way her eyes were shining, how her voice got a small pitch when she talked to the animal. He loved how her lips formed a big, happy smile and how her whole posture relaxed.

"Yeah, you're right." he looked at the wolf again. The animal was standing at the edge of the cliff, looking down at them, wiggling its tail. It didn't seem to be afraid of them or angry at them. It seemed pretty cute and curious - even Leon had to admit that. "Do you want to pet him?"

"Can I?" the way her eyes lightened up at his words made it impossible for him to say no.

"Come here."

He grabbed her waist, being careful to not put too much pressure on her ribs, and lifted her up, until she could be on the same level as the wolf. She then stretched out her arm, letting the wolf sniff her hand and when it made sure she wasn't there for an attack, it took a step towards her, letting her pet its head.

"Leon?" she asked at her fingers brushed along the animal's fur.

"What is it sweetheart?"

"Can we please take-"

"No, I'm sorry but we can't." he chuckled at her words. "But I promise you that we'll get a puppy when we get home."

Her sudden excitement almost made them fall over - but just like always, he was there to catch her and look out for her safety.

#someone get this man a dog #resident evil #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil 4 #re4 remake #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x fem!reader #leon s kennedy x fem!reader #fluff

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CLASS1A HEADCANONS

(spoiler warning for S7/the manga! Hc's are in seating order. Post is long lol)

Aoyama

Didn't even want to be a hero once he got his quirk. it was just something he mentioned like 3 times when he was 5.

Does not like his parents at all

Comfort eater. He is stressed out of his mind

Considers midoriya his best friend

Grew up extremely pampered

Will just make up stories from when he lived in france

"really?? Did that happen??" "No."

Mina

Adopted, parents passed a few years ago after a building collapsed

The day she learns about aroace identities is the day she heals

She didn't know anything about kirishima besides his name by the time they started ua so she hunted down his old friends to learn about him. Unsurprisingly they didn't know all that much

She's the one who kills/removes the bugs from the dorms

Shes relatively popular on social media

Asui

Has firmly decided against kids. She loves her siblings but god no she is NEVER raising a child again

Enjoys baking, she does it with Sato often

Swears the most in 1a

Horrible posture, Iida is constantly trying to fix it

Iida

Fear of failure

Had like. No childhood. Tensei tried but he just wouldn't watch many movies unless he could be tricked into believing it would help his future

Very anxious kid

He genuinely really wants to connect and relate to his classmates but he struggles with it. Part of him wishes he could've just had normal teenage experiences

Terrible at making jokes. He tries so hard but they never land. He got todoroki and no one else to laugh once and he is still reeling from it

Ochako

Post-war she thinks about Toga like. Every day. She never stops grieving that girl

She becomes determined to reach out and save as many people as humanly possible

Later in life she ends up fostering kids with “difficult” and “villainous” quirks and encourages them to pursue their dreams

She adores animals. Her favourite place growing up was the pet store

She feels a bit guilty about having to move to the dorms. She felt obligated to help out her parents around the house

Gym rat. All about proteins and gains. She is determined to get a six pack at some point. Though she does struggle to gain muscle.

Ojiro

Throws the hardest punches. He has broken several of his classmates' noses accidentally

Has to constantly hear about hagakure's ex’s and he hates all of them

Enjoys embroidery and knitting. Eventually learns to make clothes. He gives them as gifts and sells some for extra money

Lots of awards from tournaments

He was raised in a cult but hasn't exactly realised yet, he will talk about the most insane things and act like theyre regular parts of growing up. He lives with his grandparents now

Eventually finds out he is really good with throwing knives

insanely oblivious. Sex jokes fly right over his head (they have to be explained to him) and he can never tell when he's being hit on

Denki

His mum is a pro hero and his dad is in jail. They both love him dearly, despite the fact that he was a complete accident

Was home alone very often. His mum travels a lot for work. He can have friends stay over for weeks at a time without her ever finding out

His dad was the one who taught him how to hotwire cars

Out of everyone in 1a, he has the most dating experience. He dated like half his middle school class and they all ended on good terms. Was a lot of people's gay awakening

The lightning bolt is natural, shockingly enough. No one believes him until he pulls out pictures from when he was a baby

He was born with a full head of hair actually

Sometimes helium balloons will just float at him

Kirishima

Absolutely tank, can take anything

This also applies to food. He can eat inedible things and be completely fine.

Was huge into DND in middle school. Wants to set up a game for 1a but has only convinced tokoyami and midoriya so far

Was really disappointed when his quirk manifested

Koda

Insomnia

He was bullied throughout middle school and sometimes still expects his classmates to be cruel to him

Lived with his mother and grandma. His father died when he was young

He was ecstatic when his quirk manifested. He had several pets as a kid and would try and communicate with them

Once unintentionally managed to get wolves to help him fight in a 1v1 (he was fighting sero who damn near passed out from fear)

Allergic to cat hair but he refuses to let that stop him

Present mic will not look at him the same after the bug incident

Sato

Stress bakes like crazy. Sometimes all of 1a will wake up to a cupcake outside their door that he made at like 4am

He is the only one who likes his hero costume, everyone else thinks it's lame

Has 4 siblings. He's dead in the middle age wise

His family is dramatic as hell. They get into the pettiest arguments ever and then don't talk for a month. He ended up having to play peacekeeper pretty frequently

Moving to the dorms was a well needed break for him

His hair is dyed. He's naturally ginger. He has not told a soul

Shoji

Covered head to toe in scars. Denki made the mistake of asking about it once, and the boys were greeted with the most horrifying story they had ever heard while changing into their hero costumes

Has been in mandatory therapy for years

He really enjoys being the tallest. He will sometimes hold things over his head just to tease tokoyami

When his quirk manifested he was scared shitless

Lived in an orphanage and is currently in custody of UA

His parents go on to have more kids after him and he never learns about them. He did always want siblings

Jirou

Has special little ear muffs for her jack's.

Her hair was done in the bathroom at 3am the day of the entrance exam

The heartbeat in her hair is only visible in the light

While she's great at picking up instruments, she cannot draw to save her life. It's like the only thing kaminari is better than her at

Sero

His hair grows like that naturally. He figures his ends are supposed to look like tape dispenser teeth as some joke from the universe. Got tired of trying to fix it and now just lets it grow out

He has been using his quirk to do parkour since he was 9. He used to terrify his parents with the stunts he would pull

He has an older sister in collage

Tokoyami

Extremely religious parents. They got him an exorcism once, just to be sure.

Him + dark shadow fight like siblings

He'd get really quiet when he was upset while ds would start shrieking

Becoming a hero was dark shadows idea

He speaks like that cuz he read gothic poetry he found around the house as a kid

He is a complete mutation. No one in his family has a quirk even remotely similar to dark shadow or has a bird head

Dark shadow used to be way more abstract but took the bird form more permanently after tokoyami got more of a handle on it.

Tokoyami is on record of having an extremely unstable quirk.

He always felt the need to suppress his emotions to control his quirk but it backfired spectacularly. He's healthier about it now

Also, dark shadow is fully sentient. A bit behind developmentally, and struggles to comprehend things, but shockingly sentient

He has a really hard time putting on weight. Like all his bones are visible

Todoroki

allergic to onions. He eats them anyways

He dispises his father with his whole chest sometimes but he also wants to give him a chance because he's his father, yk?

He bases a lot of his opinions on what he thinks he is supposed to feel. Like he doesn't mind pineapple on pizza but since everyone else online thinks it's the worst thing ever I guess he does too¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

He's not completely blind in his left eye, but his vision is cloudy and really poor

Hagakure

Desperately wants to find “the one”. She used to date whoever she could just to try and find the love of her life. It lead to a lot of dumb drama and bad middle school relationships

She's great at makeup, but doesn't wear it outside of her room because it used to freak people out

While she gets upset about her quirk sometimes, she does love being able to sneak around unseen

Whenever someone's door opens they instinctively tell Hagakure to get out, even if it was just the wind

Comes from a relatively wealthy family

She needs glasses but won't wear them

Bakugo

he thinks his friends are the funniest people on earth but he will DIE before he ever tells them that or actually laughs at their jokes

Legitimately bit Monoma once and he was so confused

Used to model for his parents' businesses. Midoriya has pictures on hand in UA now that he realises people will actually make fun of bakugo instead of worshipping the ground he walks on

Comically long skincare and hair routine

UA has humbled him HARD

Actually has a very good relationship with his parents. They were very encouraging. To a fault, but still.

Midoriya

Had a diary in middle school where he would write about the ways he would violently torture his bullys

He finds it again in like 2nd year and he cringes so hard. Unfortunately Bakugo also reads the diary and gets freaked out

Midoriya will listen to whatevers being said with 100% of his attention so whoever he's talking to doesn't feel ignored. The exception his whenever he's daydreaming about the plot and exposition dumping to the audience

Some time in 2nd year, he starts intentionally pissing bakugou off because he can get away with it now

His school record makes it seem like he's a complete delinquent and Azaiwa was a little surprised when he actually met him

When the war ends he gets clowned on ferociously for that bald spot. Omg the poor guy is so embarrassed

Momo

Everyone loves her but LORD is she out of touch sometimes. Has no understanding of how much things actually cost and how affordable they actually are

She styles her hair to be spikey. She wanted to seem cool and rough around the edges when she joined ua. It didn't work

Crazy anxiety. She spends a lot of time with Koda and his rabbit.

Her parents launder money and haven't been caught yet. She has no idea

Bonus:

Shoji and Todoroki bond over childhood trauma

Everyone is convinced Jirou, Denki and Momo are gonna become a throuple at some point. Bets have been placed about when

Bakugou does genuinely consider denki his friend

Quirkless training usually comes down to ojiro and Bakugou, tho Midoriya has won once or twice

Dark shadow is deemed a complete menace and genuinely has beef with some of 1a (Bakugo, Iida, ect.) but for some reason, dark shadow and Sato in particular have become sworn enemies

Ochako and Kirishima asked Ojiro to teach them martial arts and they have never seen him more excited

Tokoyami, Todoroki and Bakugo are COVERED in burn scars post war

Everyone assumes Hagakure and Ojiro are dating but they surprisingly aren't (yet))

Class1a occasionally binges shows together. They usually get super attached to a character who reminds them of someone in 1a and then get really sad whenever something bad happens to that character

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #mha headcanons #mha hcs #class 1a #class 1a headcanons

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raaorqtpbpdy · 14 days

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Get Well Soon

Danny is sick and his powers are going crazy.

For the prompt: Danny comes down with a nasty, but totally regular cold. It's not the first time he's been sick since he got his powers, and normally, it's no big deal, but this time his powers are acting up, setting off randomly every so often. It's never very long, but it IS getting hard to hide, especially as he starts to recover. (AKA: sickfic with shenanigans) [from @gottacatchghosts]

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Danny was dying. He was definitely gonna die. He was already half dead, but this vile infection was going to do him in the rest of the way. He moaned in pain and distress.

"Stop being so dramatic, Danny," Sam told him, rolling her eyes. "It's just a regular cold. It's not even a ghost flu or anything like that. It's a perfectly normal, run-of-the-mill cold, and you're gonna be fine."

"Are you sure about that, Sam?" Danny asked.

His voice was low and nasally, thanks to his stuffy nose and sore throat, and he promptly buried his face in his blankets and burst into a coughing fit.

When he looked up again, Sam was staring at him, wide-eyed.

He looked down at himself curiously, wondering what she was looking so freaked about. White gloves and black sleeves met his swimming vision.

"Just a normal cold, huh?" He looked at her and raised an eyebrow—probably both actually. His muscle control wasn't the best at the moment.

"It is just a cold," she insisted. "We've already run the tests, and there's absolutely no chance at all that this virus is in any way ghost related. It's a regular cold, Danny. You're just gonna have to tough it out until it goes away."

Danny groaned in despair and agony.

"But Saaaammm."

"I don't know what you think I can do about it. I'm rich, not magic."

He groaned again, and Sam shuddered as the temperature in the room suddenly dropped to freezing, and a thin sheen of frost formed on Danny's window.

He'd had colds before since getting his powers, and normally, it wasn't that big a deal. It sucked, sure; being sick always sucked. But nothing like this had ever happened before. His powers had never acted up like this before, and he'd never lost control of his powers.

Sam walked over and opened his window to let the cold air escape.

"I've gotta get going," she told him apologetically. "You should change back before your parents come in to check on you. Fair warning, your mom was making soup when I came in."

"Thanks for the warning," he grumbled, and sniffed.

It took more concentration than usual to shift back into his Fenton form, but it seemed he hadn't completely lost control of his powers... yet, at least.

It was only a few minutes later that his mom came in, carrying a steaming mug full of chicken soup.

"Hi sweetie, how you feeling?" she asked, her voice dripping with sympathy.

"I feel half dead," Danny replied with a small smirk.

He felt a sneeze coming on, but held it in. He knew what would happen.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she told him pouted. "Do you need anything? Cough syrup? Hot tea? Marshmallows? Oh!"

She turned to look in her utility belt, and as she did so, Danny let loose a sneeze, and the accompanying ghost-ray that shot out from him and scorched the wall opposite his bed, only narrowly missing his mother.

"Your dad found his old Game Boy," she said, pulling out a device lat looked kind of like Tucker's PDA, but way more eighties. "You don't have to take it if you don't want, but since you're stuck in bed right now, it might be fun, just to pass the time."

Danny put his mug of soup down on his bedside table, wiped his sweaty hands off on his blankets, and took the device from his mom. Examining it to figure out how exactly it worked. The controls were fairly intuitive, but he couldn't find the 'on' button. His mother laughed softly.

Well if that keeps you entertained, then my work here is done. She patted her knees, stood up and walked out the door with a gentle, "Get well soon, sweetie."

As soon as the door closed, Danny sneezed again. A ghost ray shot out and his the door where his mother's head had been a moment before.

Yeah... he'd better get well soon.

The Game Boy only had Tetris, Pac-Man, and the Ghostbusters 2 video game, so Danny chose to play the one game that didn't have ghosts in it, only to discover rather quickly that he sucked ass at Tetris. That didn't stop him from trying, even though his record at this point was 16 lines.

He was starting to get chills now, but he remained steadfastly focused on his game until his dad came into the room.

"Ah, the old Game Boy," he said fondly, sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to Danny. "You know, I can get all the way to level two hundred and fifty-six on Pac-Man. Spent a whole summer trying to get a perfect score, but I never quite got there."

"I'm playing Tetris," Danny said.

A chill wracked his body and he saw his hands disappear and gasped softly. Thankfully his dad didn't notice, or the man might've turned around to look and seen empty air where his son had been a moment before. Danny quickly turned himself visible again.

"Oh... yeah, there was a deal going when I bought the Game Boy," his dad explained, oblivious as usual to the paranormal activity happening behind him. "It came with a free copy of Tetris. I tried it a few times, but the best score I ever got was twenty rows before I finally gave up."

"Yeah," Danny commiserated. "I've only gotten up to 16 so far."

He shuddered again with a chill and turned invisible once more. Then his dad started to turn toward him and Danny desperately snapped back into the visible spectrum.

"Well, as long as you're having fun, that's all that matters," his dad said.

Danny smiled in response, just relieved he'd managed to turn visible again before his dad saw—or rather, didn't see.

They didn't talk long before his dad left, and he was in his room alone again, free to turn invisible as much as he liked—whether he wanted to or not.

It was more-or-less fine when he was mostly left alone in his room with no one to see his powers acting up. He was still sick, and he still felt like death, but at least he didn't have to worry to much about his secret identity being found out.

But a few days later, he started to recover. He could get up and walk around the house, and people spent more time around him because they were less worried about catching his cold. The problem with that was, even though he was on the mend, his powers were still acting up.

Once, when he was microwaving some soup, he randomly went intangible and fell halfway through the kitchen floor. Thankfully Jazz had been the only one to see, and she'd helped pull him back up, but if his parents had been there, he'd have been screwed.

When he was watching TV with his mom, he'd had a light cough and when he looked up, he saw that he'd accidentally made the coasters on the coffee table start floating. Thankfully, she'd been too focused on the drama they were watching together to notice, but it had been a close call.

His cold was almost gone, but he wasn't out of the woods yet.

Truly, he couldn't get well soon enough.

#dp #danny phantom #danny fenton #jack fenton #sam manson #maddie fenton #sickfic #fic #things i wrote #phic phight #phic phight 24

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stxrshxpxd · 6 months

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“that’s my girl!” part 4

masterlist

pairing: dr house x reader

word count: 1k

prompt: it seems house can’t go very long without getting his hands on the reader and she is starting to wonder what’s going on between them

“This looks like a mild case of mono to me,” I said with a warm smile to ease the worry of my patient. I dropped my hands from the swollen lymph nodes in his neck and pulled my rubber gloves off as I wheeled my chair away from him. I went to speak again but was interrupted by the door swinging open. I turned around quickly to find House leaning against the door frame.

“I need you,” he said.

“I’m busy.”

I turned back around to face my patient, but House refused to leave of course.

“Sore throat? Pulled muscle? Scraped knee?” he asked belittling.

“House.”

“I need you,” he echoed.

“You said.”

“Emergency consult.”

I took a deep breath which I sighed out, and decided to quickly finish up with my patient. I knew there was no consult but I also knew he wouldn’t ever back down.

“The symptoms should be going away on their own in a few weeks. Just make sure to get as much rest as you can and drink lots of water. But if you’re not getting better by the end of next week, don’t hesitate to call. Thank you for coming in. Now, excuse me, I have to assist Dr House here.”

At last House got what he wanted when I followed him out into the hall and walked with him.

“Are you asking patients to call you now? That’s a bit desperate. I didn’t think he would be your type.”

“You’re exhausting,” I breathed.

“See, I thought your type was a bit more intelligent and charming. Maybe with a limp-”

“You obviously don’t need me for a consult,” I cut him off, trying to get to the bottom of what he wanted from me, while I still walked with him down the hall.

“Now if I so obviously don’t need you for a consult, why did you follow me?”

“I would much rather just aimlessly walk with you than do my interesting, fulfilling job,” I said sarcastically.

“It’s funny how you’re using that silly tone while telling the truth,” House said and steered us to my right. I rolled my eyes excessively but couldn’t think of what to say. House smirked at me.

“My patient,” House began again and opened the door to the next exam room, back first. “25 year old female, bratty, hot for her boss and in denial. What would you say that is? Daddy issues?”

“I have actual patients waiting in the clinic,” I informed him and went to turn around but House caught my waist with his large hand and kept me from moving.

“I dare you to look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want my hands on you,” he muttered with a gleam in his eye and head tilted as he stared me down. My heart was beating hard and I flexed my jaw, staring back up at him. He took my lack of a response as a yes and pulled my waist towards him and into the room.

Next thing I knew I was backed against the closed door with House’s tongue exploring my mouth and his hands under my shirt. He cupped my breasts in his palms and I exhaled a soft moan, which was cut short by the three hard knocks near the back of my head. House breathed out a frustrated sigh and kept his forehead against mine and our lips just barely touching.

“Unless L/N’s got a runny nose, this is not a medical exam. Quit hogging the exam room and do your job, House,” Cuddy’s strong voice broke through the door and I chuckled at her putting all the blame on House. But he didn’t smile. He kissed me again. It was softer this time and it felt odd, me having been pulled out of that lustful surge by Cuddy’s knocking. When House pulled away again I blinked back at him a few times, trying to determine what was going on between us. That vulnerability I had felt radiating off of him the other day after sex was back.

“What is this?” I asked finally.

“Oh, here we go,” House responded with mock annoyance at my need for emotional clarity and rolled his eyes, building his walls up again. I laughed breathily.

“Falling in love isn't a weakness, you know,” I said to his back which had turned to face me now.

“Falling sounds like a weakness to me,” he joked back and I noticed he wasn’t denying the love part. But he was deflecting. I squinted my eyes at him as he turned back around.

“Fine. Write me a poem about rising into love and we’ll take it from there.”

I left House like how he had left me so many times before. With a witty end to our conversation, patting his chest and turning my heel without looking back. I thought I would feel on top of the world but I had to take a moment when I stepped out of the exam room and I listened closely to the silence from inside. I felt oddly guilty for my snarking at him, but I forced myself to walk on.

#house #dr house #gregory house #imagine #fic #dr house x reader

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thewulf · 1 year

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Different Part 2 || Neteyam x Y/N

Summary: Request! Hiii Do you write for Avatar? Could you do something where reader is both omatikayan and metkayina (mixed) and she’s living with the metkayina when the Sully family comes? Maybe do a slow burn between reader and Neteyam? The rest is up to you!

A/N: Loved writing this one. Hope you enjoy. I'm feeling a Part 3!

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Y/N

Word Count: 5,400+

Part 1 | Part 3

Taking a deep breath, you pulled the bow as taught as you could manage knowing Neteyam’s watchful gaze was lingering on your every muscle.

“Your back needs to be straighter.” His voice rang through your head. Taking note, you tried to straighten your back feeling like you were already as tall as could be.

You huffed dropping the draw you had on the bow, “I thought I was straight enough.”

He shook his head approaching you slowly, “Draw again.” He commanded you in a soft tone. He knew this was all for fun and he didn’t want you to hate it like he had started to when he was training to be Olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya people. But he wanted you to feel as though he was taking this seriously. Because he was. He wanted to teach you and also be around you.

Pulling your bow and arrow back you made sure to stand taller, straighter. As tall as you possibly could. Apparently, that wasn’t good enough.

“I’m going to touch you, okay?”

You almost laughed instead cracking a small smile at his callback to your earlier lessons, “Sure Neteyam.” You felt your arms begin to tremble. For a clan with supposedly small arms, you were shocked at how hard it was to hold the arrow back steadily for any length of time. Ronal would surely eat her words.

He placed a gentle hand on you shoulder pulling you into an unnatural position that you were not used to. The Metkayina were all about being free and lose in the water, letting oneself with the ocean. Moving as one unit. This was tight and strong. You were using muscles you didn’t even know existed in your upper body. You weren’t prepared for this. But you’d sure as hell try.

“Relax, Y/N.” You felt his breath on your neck as he came up from behind you. Watching your every move closely.

Taking another deep breath, you tried your hardest to remember everything he had told you to do while trying to relax at the same time all the while he was standing so close to you. You were sure he could hear your heart racing in your chest.

Feeling him press his chest against your back lightly you were sure your brain might just explode right then. His left arm laid across the top of holding onto you softly trying to steady your shaky grip.

Your breathing ran ragged as you tried your hardest to focus on the target in front of you. It was quite literally impossible as he wrapped himself around you to ‘teach’ you. His right arm pulled your right shoulder taught helping your body to remember the muscle memory that came with shooting the bow. Except that it pulled your back closer to his chest sending your brain into overdrive. How in the hell were you supposed to remember everything when he was acting like this?

“Like this, okay?” He didn’t step away forcing you to reply to him while your head was floating in another world.

“Okay.” You managed to force out of your mouth as you bring your eyes to focus on the target and not on his feather light touch all across your body.

“When you are ready you can release.”

You let the arrow fly the through the air watching it closely. To your delight it actually hit the target this time. It wasn’t a dead on shot like you had witnessed Neteyam do time and time again now, but it hit the tree you were aiming for which was a far improvement from the plethora of misses you’ve had in the last few weeks.

Neteyam took a small step backwards giving you some personal space back. He wasn’t dumb, he knew exactly what he was doing. He wasn’t always the best with words. Often finding it easier to communicate through touch than talk. But he saw how you reacted. Unfamiliar to the physical touch he wanted to give you. So he let you have that space back before he crossed a line you didn’t want.

“Oh!” You clapped happily, “It hit the target Neteyam!”

He nodded breaking out into a smile after seeing you so excited, “That you did. Excellent work, Y/N.”

You looked away feeling a blush forming on your cheeks, “Thank you.” You walked rather slowly to retrieve the arrow. Praying to Eywa your face wouldn’t give you away on your short walk back to him.

“Good, now go again.”

“Neteyam, my arms hurt.” You admitted to him. It felt like the 500th time you’d drawn the bow that afternoon. Your arms felt like they were already going to fall off. You weren’t sure how much more you could realistically give him. No matter how bad you wanted to please him.

He frowned knowing he really shouldn’t be pushing you beyond your limits, “Only a few more times? Repetition is key to getting this down.”

You nodded wanting to satisfy him, never wanting to let him down. This boy had a hold on you even you were afraid to admit to, “A few more times. I can do that!”

He continued to get close to you in that session and the following ones. Hoping that you’d be picking up on his not-so-subtle signs that he was going absolutely crazy for you. But you, you were far too innocent to react to his advances. He knew he’d just have to tell you. He just needed to work up the courage first.

“Hello, ma sa’nok.” You smiled at your mother preparing your families dinner in the mauri, “Need any help?”

She nodded pointing to the cutting board, “Chop those up ma’ite.”

“Sure thing.” You hummed to yourself as you chopped the vegetables up. Your mother was all the wiser to your suddenly happier than ever attitude.

“You’ve been spending time with that Sully boy, no?” She questioned you. So, she did notice. Of course, she did, she was far too observant not too.

“Yes mother. He’s teaching me about the Omatikaya.” You admitted softly to her. Letting out the beath you were holding you waited anxiously for her reaction. You knew she held a disdain towards anything that related to your father.

“Is he? And what is his name Y/N?” She asked you curiously. You had no idea what her reaction would be, but it certainly wasn’t this. You thought she’d be curious. Angry even. But not this calm. That’s why you’ve been hiding your outings with Neteyam and the rest of his siblings from her.

“Yes. Him and his siblings. His name is Neteyam.”

“Does he treat you well?”

Confused you continued cutting, “He does.”

She stayed silent for a little while longer driving you mad in the silence. Until you couldn’t take it any longer.

“Are you mad?” You turned your entire body to her ready to get this conversation over with. You were sure she was going to avoid it like she always did. She was masterful at changing the conversation.

“No, Y/N. I am not mad at all. I am… never mind.” She turned back to the fruits she was peeling.

“You’re what mother?” You pressed on.

“I’m scared ma’ite.”

“What?” You took a step forward, “Scared of what?” You felt a burning in your chest for the first time in a long time. She was giving you something. Why now you weren’t planning to question. You were thrilled she was even willing to tell you.

She took a step forward to you grabbing at your hands, “Come. Follow me.” She turned pulling you with her into her and your stepfather’s room. You watched as she dug deep to find an old box. Turning to you she eyed you and then the box feeling a nervousness wash over her.

“I was scared I would lose you ma’ite. You’re too curious for your own good. I was terrified you’d leave me to find his past. His people.” She paused motioned for you to sit down next to her.

Your heart broke at that revelation. How could she think you would leave her? She was the only family you knew. You’d never dream of leaving her, “I would never leave you ma sa’nok. Why would you think that?”

She nodded sharply looking down at the ground, having trouble finding the courage to look up into your eyes, his eyes, “I know that now. And I realized I only hurt you by keeping him from you. Ever since the Sully’s have arrived you’ve been happier than ever. It’s evident in the way you smile child. I realized my many mistakes with you ma’ite. It was my own insecurities that failed me and hurt you.” She set the old, tattered box down between you.

“It’s okay.” You grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly. It really was okay. Sure, you were hurt that she didn’t tell you. But she was telling you now. Laying everything all out on the line for you to take and grab.

You tried putting yourself into her shoes and tried to understand. Her mother and father died long before you were even a thought in your mother’s head. They died in a hunting accident when your mother was just a child. She didn’t have any siblings either. She was truly alone in the world. Luckily, she was taken in by her clan. She never felt lonely but never fully felt like she belonged somewhere, like she had a true family.

She shook her head, “It is not okay, and I can only apologize now. Your father was a great warrior and a better man. He would have loved you with his whole heart had he got to meet you.”

You frowned not knowing that small piece of information, “We never met?”

She shook her head looking down at the box, “No, I was pregnant with you when he went back to fight with his brothers and sisters. Receiving the call from the great Toruk Makto, Jake Sully. The same man who seemed to have brought you happiness we could never give you.”

You sighed. It didn’t make a difference, but you always thought he’d at least met you, “Mother, I am so happy here. It’s just something new to learn. I’ve spent my life here and understand it. This is my home. I love it here. The Sully’s have just brought something new for me mother.”

She smiled squeezing your hand, “I know my child. As a mother it is so wonderful to see one’s child blossom into their own. Neteyam is helping you do that. Just like your father did for me all those years ago.”

Bucking up the courage to finally ask her what you so desperately wanted to know you pressed on with another question, “What was his name?”

She seemed to get lose in her head remembering her past. Finally allowing herself to remember it in happiness and not laced with sadness of him never coming back from the battle with the sky people, “Reyti.”

“Reyti,” You repeated softly, “That’s a great name.” You smiled to her giving her thanks in your expression for finally giving you what you craved.”

She nodded, “It is a great name. I wish he could have been in your life ma’ite.”

Looking down sadly it hit you all at once how much you missed out on. What would your life had been like had he survived? Would you be a great hunter like him, or would you have taken more to the ways of the Metkayina? It was cruel that he was taken from Pandora so young but as your mother always says, Eywa has a plan for every soul. His life was meant to end when it did. You weren’t meant to have him in your life, and you had to be okay with that. And you were, you just had to wonder what could have been of your life.

You needed to know more so you continued, “How did you meet?”

“He came here when we were both sixteen fleeing his home circumstances. He was promised to someone he couldn’t be with. A cruel Na’vi. He found his way to the Metkayina tribe and had to earn his keep before he was fully accepted. We fell in love quickly and were planning for you. He never even knew you were coming when he went off to fight the sky people. I only found out a few weeks after he left.” A soft smile formed on her lips as she remembered. It looked like for the first time in a long time she was allowing herself to relive and feel the memories she had bottled up and tried to keep hidden.

“Wow.” You leaned back letting whatever was behind you support you. It was a lot to take in so unexpectantly. A lot more than you could have really imagined. A great warrior and an even better man. Looking down at the box you were curious what your mother was hiding away from the world.

“Why now mother?” You had to know. It was chewing away at you in your head the moment she had brought him up earlier on. She had so desperately hidden anything and everything about your father from you and now she was giving you everything you desperately craved. It didn’t make sense to you.

“The Sully’s… Neteyam and the rest of them made me realize what I was holding you back from. I realized my own fear would drive you away anyway.” She pulled out an ornate necklace from the box, “This was your fathers. It was his mothers before him. I know he wanted you to have it. You should take it and cherish it ma’ite. He would be so proud seeing you wearing it.” Gently she placed it in your hands letting you admire it. Thumbing over the colorful beads you hadn’t seen anything quite like it. You were so used to shells and light beads, nothing like what you were holding.

“Thank you, mother. It’s beautiful.”

She smiled pulled you into her, “It is, isn’t it? It was a gift from your grandfather to your grandmother when he was courting her to be her mate. Be careful.”

“With?”

“Neteyam.”

Your eyes grew wide. You could’ve sworn she was none the wiser to your newfound feelings for the boy. But here she was calling you out so obviously, plain as day, “What are you talking about?” You questioned, trying to play dumb.

She shook her head squeezing your shoulder, “Well… you like him my love. He clearly likes you. Which isn’t a surprise, you are incredible my child.” She smiled taking the necklace in hand standing behind you placing it around your neck gently, “Just be careful.”

Not willing to argue because you knew the truth just as much as she did you let it slide, “I will mother.” Looking down you admired the ornate necklace with intricate details.

“It’s so beautiful.” You commented continuing to admire it on.

“Looks even more beautiful on you. Now, let’s go get dinner ready. Zoti will have a fit if it isn’t ready soon.”

You laughed at the growing soon to be teenager, “I don’t envy you mother.” She laughed right along with you shaking her head pulling you back to the kitchen. For the first time in a long time, you felt close with your mother. You wanted to talk to her and get to know her better. She was Na’vi just like you, flawed and unperfect. You prayed to Eywa this was the first step in healing the broken relationship you’ve had with her in so long.

“Where’ve you been?” Tsireya poked your side giggling as she caught you off guard sitting on the sandy beach.

Looking over you saw your best friend grinning from ear to ear. You could lie to her. She knew you better than anyone else. Your best friend and your platonic soul mate, “With the Sully’s, learning forest people things.” It wasn’t a lie it just wasn’t the full and honest truth either.

She grinned, “Oh the Sully’s? Funny because Kiri and Lo’ak have been with me and Ao’nung all week. Tuk’s been with the other small Metkayina learning with the tribe as well. She’s picking up everything quickly. But that just leaves you and… who else? Neteyam maybe?” She tapped her chin circling you. Waiting for you to spill.

You had to admit she was better than you thought. Much better than you thought as this was all terribly new territory for you and her. The both of you, for the first time, were interested in boys and were actually going for it. You could try and run and hide and fight it but the bubbling attraction in you would surly stop that dead in its tracks. You were smitten with the Omatikaya boy already. Already such a sucker for the forest boy.

“Fine, I’ve been learning Omatikaya things with Neteyam.”

She smiled, “Was that so hard ma’eylan?” Giggling she plopped herself down next to you drawing shapes in the sand with her pointer finger, “And how’s it going? Are you actually learning?” She continued her giggles when she saw the blush light up not only your cheeks but your ears as well.

“Skxawng!” You shoved her shoulder lightly in a playful manner, “Of course I’m learning.”

Smiling she nodded dramatically, “Okay Y/N, okay.”

“I am! I can kind of hit a target now with a bow.” You gleamed. A slight blush forming at the apples of your cheeks remembering how close he was to your body. How you craved for his very touch almost like he heard your wishes to Eywa.

“I’d like to see that.” She kept smiling, “You’ve got two left feet Y/N.”

Rolling your eyes you huffed, “You don’t think I know this, Reya.”

“Still,” She placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, “I’m so happy you found each other. You seem happier. More smiley. You aren’t even arguing with Ao’nung anymore, do you know how weird that is?”

Leaning back and letting your body soak up the sun you giggled with her, “You’re right. I haven’t even fought back at dinner.”

“He made a comment about it the other night when you weren’t there. That you were being nice to him all the sudden. Seems like he likes it.”

“Really? He likes me being nice to him?” You rolled your eyes in disbelief. All your life you’ve tried to get along with your best friend’s brother and this is all you had to do? Ignore his instigating? Sounds just like Ao’nung to be so difficult.

“He’d never admit it to you. Mother has even noticed something is up with you.”

You sighed, “What’d she say?”

“Well ever since your usual weekly dinners are now only twice a week instead of the five times we used to see you she’s made some comments about you and Neteyam.”

Eyes wide you felt a tinge of embarrassment, she was like your second mom, “I thought I was better at hiding it. First my mom, now yours?” You groaned knowing you’d have to explain yourself to Ronal and Tonowari sooner or later. It wasn’t like you to miss their daily meals, but you’ve been spending more time with the Sully’s and your own family. Your time was being pulled in three different directions all of the sudden. You felt so unsure of what your fairly normal routine used to be.

She shrugged, “Maybe from the villagers. But not from your family, Y/N.”

“What’s she saying about you and Lo’ak?”

Reya giggled shaking her head, “We aren’t talking about me and Lo’ak. We’re talking about you and Neteyam falling in love.” She drew a heart in the air at the mention of love.

“We’ve talked about me and Neteyam. It’s time to talk about you two.”

She blushed, “He’s really sweet Y/N. Very different than his older brother but very similar too. He made me this necklace.” She smiled looking down at the pretty seashell necklace framing her neck.

“Oh Reya, that’s beautiful. Is he courting you?” You looked to her anxiously waiting her answer.

Shaking her head she looked to you, “No, not yet. He is not old enough. We are not old enough.” You remembered your best friend was a year younger than you. Even though she acted like your older sister most of the time, “He made it more as a promise. He’ll come back to me no matter what.”

You smiled remembering the story your mother told you the night prior. Your father had given your mother that necklace when he first started courting her. He told her almost those exact words. It was a gift to remember him, even when he was away, that he would always come back to her. Your mother believed he kept his promise in you. You were his gift he never knew he left. A precious gift your mother clinged every fiber of her being onto.

“What is wrong, Y/N?” She saw your head was in another place and not in the present anymore as you looked over her necklace.

“Nothing, nothing at all Reya. It’s beautiful. It’s just… my mother. She told me all about my father last night. We sat there talking for almost an hour just talking about him. He left her a necklace as a promise too. That he was hers and she was his. She gave it to me last night. Your necklace just reminded me of that.” You sighed offloading the information so casually Reya thought she misheard you.

Gasping she scooted closer to you placing her hands on either shoulder, “Your mother told you about your father?”

“I know.” You smiled seeing her reaction.

“Y/N! This is huge. Are you okay. Was it everything you wished for?” She questioned you making sure first and foremost that your head was in the right place. She knew how long you’ve been waiting for this.

“I’m amazing Reya.” You smiled, “He sounded like an amazing man. I’m so proud to be his daughter. Even though I apparently didn’t inherit any of his warrior traits.” The both of you giggled and relaxed after making light of the situation. You really were amazing. More than amazing. On cloud nine. In a matter of weeks, you seemed to have met a boy who intrigued you more than anything and your mother finally telling you everything you wanted to know? You weren’t sure what you did to please Eywa, but you prayed you kept it up.

“I’m so happy for you Y/N. Really. I’m so happy you’re finally seeing your worth and your beauty. It’s taken too long to get here but I’m so happy we finally are.”

“I love you, Reya.”

She grinned squeezing your arm, “And I love you. Now tell me all about your dad!” She squealed while clapping her hands in glee.

You spent the next few hours going over every detail of the story your mother told you. Talking it through with your best friend feeling a high you never wished to come down from.

Sitting by the creek your emotions got the better of you the following afternoon. You usually met Neteyam for some forest training, but it was too much for you that day. After confessing your feelings not only to your mother but also to your best friend and find out about your dad? You were overwhelmed to say the least.

So, you found Lo’ak after searching for Neteyam for quite some time. You settled on letting the younger brother know that you weren’t going to be available for training that afternoon. Using your mom as excuse you quickly fled to the creek to pray to Eywa. To calm yourself down from all these emotions that were bubbling to the surface all too fast.

Silently you watched the fish swim up and down the stream. You admired the beauty in all of them. Some of them reflected off the sun casting brilliant shades of color in the stream. Others were decorated in ornate designs mimicking the Metkayina script that covered their bodies.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there and admired your surroundings before you heard something coming through the brush. Whatever it was, it was not trying to be quiet. Your heart sped up a beat when you spotted Neteyam break through the foliage with a smile on his face, “Thought I would find you here.”

Cocking your head to the side you questioned his actions, “What are you doing here? I told Lo’ak I was helping my mother.”

“I can leave if you need privacy.” His eyes looked down in a display of sadness. He obviously wanted to talk to you.

“No! Don’t go. I just didn’t expect anyone. That’s all.” You admitted quickly. Not wanting him to leave once he was with you. Feeling a fresh set of butterflies all over again. So much for clearing your head.

He smiled walking over to you, “I might have asked your mother if you were feeling alright. It’s not like you to cancel. I wanted to make sure you were alright.” Standing close he looked right at you, admiring the way you looked up at him. He liked you more than he probably should. He was planning on courting you soon. Asking you to be his mate and all. His family had quickly taken to you as well, looking forward to dinners where you joined the large family. Tuk especially clung to your side. She asked for you to join them every night which always got a good laugh out of the rest of them.

His father also approved of you. Jake adored how open, honest, and kind you were to everybody. Especially to his own children. Neytiri adored you as well. You reminded her of her late sister Sylwanin. Incredibly gentle and more than kind to any and every soul you came across, Na’vi or animal it didn’t matter.

So, that’s why when Lo’ak delivered the news he went straight to your Mauri finding your confused mother. Not having a clue what her daughter was talking about. He thanked your mother and left knowing you were likely at the creek and headed straight that way. He needed to know that you were alright.

You nodded seeing the concern coursing through his eyes. His big beautiful yellow eyes, “I am fine ‘Teyam.” Using the nickname he said he liked you saw his tail swish from behind him giving you some much needed self-confidence.

“Why no practice?” He sat down next to you, scooting as close as he thought you’d be okay with. He’d never dare cross a boundary until he knew you were a hundred percent ready and sure of it. He cared for you far too deeply to mess this up.

You hesitated. Did you want to tell him? Maybe you’d just omit the feeling’s part, “I’m just… a little overwhelmed is all.”

He leaned forward scooting towards you ever so slightly, “What about? If you want to tell me that is.”

He was close. You could feel his warmth radiating off of him. You welcomed the comforting feeling noting how normal it felt with him. You wanted to be closer to him. So, you told him everything you told Reya and more. Letting it all spill out in front of you. The two of you were nearly sitting in the others laps by the end of your story, both of craving the closeness you were trying to achieve.

He nodded along with you. Not interrupting your tale but letting you know he was listening to every word. Listening to every small detail you wanted to share with him. He was thrilled that you were so comfortable with him seemingly sharing everything that was on your mind with him, “That is overwhelming Y/N. And my family on top of it. I’m sure that had not been an easy adjustment.”

“I love your family.” You admitted softly. He let you continue, “All of them. They make me feel so welcome.”

A soft smile caressed his lips as he watched you intently, “They too, love you.” He gently grabbed your hand making sure it was alright, watching for any physical cues for discomfort but failing to find any.

Your heart rate picked up again. Mentally cursing yourself you were sure he’d be able to hear it. If he did, he didn’t say anything of it thankfully. He was far too much of a gentleman to make you feel embarrassed over honest emotion.

“You should take to my father about Reyti. I’m sure he knew him and could tell you more about him.”

Your eyes lit up in a new-found excitement, “You think?”

He grinned seeing excitement take over your face. He adored seeing you so happy, “I do. Father knows everything. I’d be surprised if he didn’t know him.

You squeezed his much larger hand that was wrapped around his, “I will ask. Thank you ‘Teyam.”

Again, his tail swished behind him. It all but confirmed it for him. He loved you just like his family did. He loved you a bit more than they did actually. He was tired of waiting. He wanted you. He wanted you to know it too. He had danced around his feelings for you for the last four weeks. He was ready. He saw that you were ready too. He wasn’t going to let a Metkayina boy from the village win you over. You were his and he was yours. Even if you didn’t know it just yet. As his father would say, fuck it. He was going for it, “You know you are beautiful right?”

Your head snapped up looking him right in the eyes. You saw the softness in his expression through his bright yellow eyes. Lacing your eyebrows together you weren’t sure if you heard him correctly, “What?”

He laughed softly admiring the way looked at him in confusion. You were far too cute for your own good and you couldn’t even see it, “You are so beautiful Y/N

“Oh,” You paused feeling that stupid blush creep up from your neck right up to your cheeks giving you right away. You heard Neteyam chuckle at your physical reaction over your vocal one, “Really?” You looked at him in astonishment. You never thought you were ugly per say but you weren’t one of the beautiful ones. You didn’t look like Tsireya or Ixtil who lived next door. You were just you. The different one.

He grabbed at your side pulling you right up next to him. A pleasant surprise to your afternoon you had to admit. You loved feeling his skin on yours.

“Yes, really. So beautiful.” He failed to drop his hand instead drawing small circles on your hip sending shivers down your side. Neteyam loved seeing the reactions he could give you, even the small ones as so.

Welcoming his touch, you took a chance by leaning into his embrace, resting your head into his side. You felt your heart rate calm down in the silence. The warmth radiating off the much bigger Na’vi boy brought you far too much comfort, almost lulling you into sleep. Complete comfort overtook your senses as you fully let yourself melt into him.

He closed his eyes breathing everything in. He felt so lucky to be sitting here with you, being so close to you. Feeling you fully lean into him he knew he was done for. He’d do anything you asked him to.

“Thank you ‘Teyam.” You softly sighed out, feeling as close to euphoria as you possibly could.

And the nickname? Oh, he could hardly contain himself when it came off your sweet lips. He really couldn’t stop his reaction, his tail a dead giveaway, “Anything for you, Y/N.” His tail wrapped around behind you resting on your thigh. Truly the most intimate you’ve ever been… with anyone in your time.

“Y/N?” He asked after a few minutes of silence. He hated to break up the moment, but he needed to tell you.

“Hmm?” You looked up to him opening your green eyes looking into his.

“I see you.”

Your eyes went wide comprehending what he said. Heart rate picking up more rapidly even more than before. You saw his expression as he anxiously awaited your reply. You couldn’t believe this was real. Not believing he chose you. The different one.

“I see you, Neteyam.” You brushed a braid away from his face smiling from ear to ear hardly being able to comprehend that this was your life.

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Chapter three:

Warnings: Obsession, Murder(blood and gore silt throat is mentioned along with a gun and a knife), Wooyoung is absolutely bat shit crazy, manipulation, slight abuse that he apologizes for, name calling, pervy Wooyoung jerking off. Just a lot in one chapter.

Wooyoung had come home from the little coffee date he had with Mae. He knew he probably shouldn’t because of his girlfriend but it wasn’t anything more than getting to know each other.

“How’d it go?” San smiled as he took a bite of his toast. “You sweep her off her feet yet?” He chuckled.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes and looked at San. “You know damn well it wasn’t an actual date.”

“But you wanted it to be.” He smirked.

“San. Shut up.” He glared. As right as San was, he didn’t want his girlfriend hearing that. He headed towards his ‘man cave’ and smiled at the thought of being able to see Mae again.

He had monitors set up, watching her every move. The boys helped so he could watch her.

Last thing he watched was her in the shower. Such a pretty little thing. She stood there, letting the water relax her muscles. He groaned at the sight. She had tattoos down her back, legs, arms. Piercings and the prettiest eyes when she looked up. He had pulled himself out his pants and started touching himself to her. He couldn’t help it. She was perfect. He walked in and froze.

His girlfriend sat there, staring at the screens. She was freaked out. The man she had been with for almost a year, was obsessed with another woman. She was confused but upset. How dare he lead her on like this. “What are you doing in here?”

She jumped and turned around, the look in her boyfriend’s eyes was terrifying. “Baby. I- I’m s- sorry. I didn’t mean t-too.” She stuttered out, her heart beating so fast, she couldn’t think straight. She could barely breathe even.

Wooyoung walked up to her and grabbed her face. “That didn’t answer my question. What. Are. You. Doing. In. Here?” He growled out. He was beyond pissed. This was his room. No one but Hongjoong had a key.

“I- I was trying to find you.” She whimpered at his grip. “You’re hurting me baby.” She looked at him, tears forming.

Wooyoung chuckled darkly. “I don’t care if I’m hurting you, I told you to never come in here. You disobey me. You know I don’t like being disobeyed.”

“Baby. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” He laughed evilly.

“Of course you won’t do it again.” He wiped her tears away, before wrapping his hand around her throat. “You won’t ruin what I’ve worked so hard for. I’ve been in love with her for a very long time. You just came at a time when I needed to let out my frustration.” He smirked. “I used you for my pleasure.” He squeezed tighter.

“Baby please. I’m sorry.” She whispered out again.

His eyes were full of hatred, anger. “Shut. Up.” He growled. “You had nothing before me. I made you.” He mumbled out. If looks could kill, she knew she’d be dead.

He took his hand off her. “Come on. We’re going home.” He growled at her, grabbing her arm and pushing her out the door. He locked up the room and dragged her out towards street, where he held her hand. “I’m sorry princess. I was mad. And I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

She smiled softly and shook her head. “I disobeyed you and I shouldn’t have. It’s okay.” She told him, holding his hand and arm.

He got her home and into her place. “Baby. Do me a favor?” He smiled at her, pushing hair behind her ear. “Can you call Kyle over?”

Her eyes widen and she looked at him. “I- Why?”

“Just entertain me.” He smiled at her, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “Now call him princess.”

She listened, not wanting to make him even more upset with her. She asked Kyle to come over, telling him Wooyoung hurt her, and then the boy told her he’d be over in ten minutes.

Wooyoung smiled at her. “You did so well baby.” He told her, pressing his lips back against hers. “Now, when he gets here, let me handle everything. Okay?” He smiled at her. Poor girl thought her ex was crazy. Wooyoung knew that. He also knew she had no clue how crazy he was himself.

Kyle walked in, looking at her on the couch. “Baby. Oh my gosh. I’m sorry he hurt you.” Kyle said, walking towards her. She had tears pouring down her face and she wanted to tell Kyle to run.

The door slammed shut and it made Kyle jump. “Finally nice to meet the man she never stops talking about.” Wooyoung smirked. “So let’s play a little game, shall we?” He chuckled darkly as he waved the gun he had pulled on his girlfriend, seconds before.

“What kinda game?” Kyle asked, almost in a whisper.

“A very fun one.” Wooyoung laughed. “Well, fun for me.” He smirked. “Up. Both of you.” He hummed.

They had gotten into the room, Wooyoung smiling the whole time. “Now, strip.” He smiled at his girlfriend.

“Wooyoung. What are we doing?” She whispered, tears rolling down her face.

Wooyoung laughed. “We’re going to have fun. I told you that. Now do what I said and strip.” He growled, making her jump and start stripping.

“Now you, tie her to the bed for me.” He smirked. Kyle listened and did as told, grabbing the rope and tying her to the bed.

Wooyoung smiled at them and giggled. He loved the excitement this gave him. It was a thrill. “Now. Take the knife.” When Kyle didn’t do as told, Wooyoung push the gun against his head. “Do what I said now.” He growled.

Kyle listened this time, picking the knife up and looking at Wooyoung. “Cut her.”

“W-what?” Kyle asked him.

“She cheated on you with me. She’s not as innocent as she said she was. I fucked her in your bed. I fucked her on your counter. I fucked her in your car. Made her cum so many times, she cried.” Wooyoung told him, smirking.

Kyle looked down at her. “No. Kyle I swear. I never cheated on you. He’s fucking crazy.”

“She told me you were crazy.” Wooyoung told Kyle. “So far. We’re in the same boat man.”

Kyle was angry now. “You cheated on me?” He held the knife to her throat.

“Do it.” Wooyoung told him. Kyle didn’t hesitate after that, slicing the knife across her throat and watching her bleed out.

Kyle took a deep breath and realized what he just did, about to go after Wooyoung with the knife. Wooyoung smirked and tilted his head, pulling the trigger.

“Yunho. I d-don’t understand what happened.” Wooyoung sobbed into the phone. “I was coming in the check on her and he was on top of her with a knife. He slit her throat and then came after me.” Wooyoung sobbed some more. “I shot in self defense.”

Once Wooyoung was off the phone, he wiped his tears, putting the gun on the ground and waited for Yunho to show up.

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