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mattitties · 5 months

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Boyfriend - matt sturniolo

creepy guy at a bar, matt pretends to be your boyfriend and flirting ensues

“Vodka cran for me and a whiskey sour for my friend,” I tell the bartender, looking around for said friend. My best friend and roommate was invited to this event tonight through her work, so of course I came along with her, but now she’s nowhere to be found. I pull out my phone not only to text her, but also so I can look occupied so nobody comes up to me.

wya

bathroom brb

I put my phone in my pocket as the bartender slides me the drinks and a check. I shoot him a quick smile, pay the tab, and pass it back to him. I grabbed the drinks and turned around, wanting to find a table where I can wait for her to return to me, but instead I’m met with a tall blonde guy smirking right down at me. He’s muscular, has piercing green eyes, and has to be at least 6’3. He towers over me, and I’m immediately intimated and slightly annoyed as I really had no intentions of talking to men tonight.

“Hey,” he smiles. “I’m Ben. I saw you from over there and wanted to introduce myself.”

“Uh huh…” I nod. I’m usually a very friendly person, but this has not been my week and I wanted nothing more than to not be talking to this man. “Well, nice to meet you Ben, but I really gotta get back to my friend.” I begin to shift to the left so I can make my way around him, but he moves to block me. I stare up at him, silently begging him to move.

“What, you can’t even give me a minute? Come on, just tell me your name,” he insists.

I sigh. “I’m good, thanks for asking though!” I soon realize that playing the sarcastic card was a mistake, as he starts to lean in, his arm blocking me from moving anywhere.

He’s about to open his mouth when I feel someone come up behind me and put his hand on my arm. I turn my head and am met with another guy who is basically the polar opposite of the man in front of me: brunette, blue eyes, fairly skinny, and probably about 5’8. Despite me saying I didn’t want to talk to men tonight, whoever this mystery man is is exactly my type. I couldn’t help but stare not only because he’s hot as fuck, but because I definitely recognize him from somewhere.

“Hey baby, sorry the line for the bathroom was crazy,” he says. “Who’s this?”

I pause for a moment, not realizing at first what was happening. “Um… sorry, what was your name again?” I ask the blonde.

“Ben,” he says, clearly pissed off that I didn’t remember. “And who’s this?” He gestures toward the brunette.

“I’m her boyfriend,” he gives him a big smile. “Thanks for keeping an eye on her but I got it from here.”

“You didn’t mention you had a boyfriend,” Ben says pointedly.

“Well when you’re busy trying to corner her it gets a little caught in your throat,” the brunette shoots back. “You’re done, thank you, bye bye now!”

Ben rolls his eyes and finally walks away in defeat. The brunette turns to me, his hand still on my arm. Now that I’m actually looking at him, I see that he is one of the most attractive people I think I’ve ever seen in my life.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yeah, thank you,” I nod.

“Sorry if that was weird, you just looked really uncomfortable,” he says. “I was hoping that wasn’t actually a boyfriend because that would have made things worse…”

“No, no, I don’t. Um, I really appreciate that.”

He does a quick scan of the bar to make sure Ben wasn’t looking, then puts his hand out. “I’m Matt.”

I tell him my name and we begin to make small talk. When there’s a lull in the conversation, my curiosity gets the best of me.

“You know, I recognize you from somewhere, I feel like TikTok or something…”

“Oh yeah, my brothers and I are YouTubers.”

It all clicks in my head. “Oh right! Yeah, I think one of my friends showed me a video one time. And I definitely remember thinking, that guy in the driver’s seat is hot,” I smirk at him.

His cheeks get bright red, but he tries to play it cool. “Ohhh really? Or are you just saying that to flatter me?”

“No, no, definitely not, but if it’s working then…”

“Oh, it’s working.”

I smile. “I’ll have to check out some more of your videos so I can see more of you.”

“You could… or we could just hang out and you could see more of me in person.”

My heart nearly falls into my ass at that. I have never been great at flirting, but the conversation is just coming so easy with this guy that I can’t help myself. “Hmmm… I think I like that idea.”

“Good,” he smiles while pulling out his phone. “Give me your number and I’ll text you later.”

Once I give it to him and he slides his phone back into his pocket, he leans against the pillar behind him and crosses his arms. “It’s crazy how I was just telling my brother how lame this event is. Not so much anymore.”

“I was just telling my roommate the exact same thing. I’m glad I stayed.”

He pushes off the pillar and stands up straight again, closer towards me. “The attendees usually aren’t this pretty.”

Now it’s my turn to blush. “Ohhhh you think I’m prettyyyy?”

He rolls his eyes. “Don’t act like you don’t already know.” He pauses for a second, then opens his mouth. “Let me buy you dinner tomorrow.” Before I get a chance to respond, his eyes get wide. “Uh oh, your boyfriend’s looking. How do we make it believable that I’m with you?”

I don’t know where all my confidence is coming from right now. Something about him is making me a completely different person. I sit in one of the bar stools so I reach his height more then wrap my arms around his neck. “Like this?” I ask innocently.

He’s clearly at a loss for words for a moment, then he regains his composure. “Yeah, no, uh… yeah, this works.” I start to play with his hair on the back of his neck to try to fluster him even more. “So,” he says, trying to play off the fact that he is staring straight at my cleavage, “where do you live? So I know where to pick you up tomorrow night?”

“We’re by The Grove, not too far from here. I’ll text you the full address,” I tell him.

“Oh perfect. We live right by here too, how convenient. Then I can see my girlfriend whenever,” he teases.

I nod in agreement. “Is he still looking?” I ask, referring to Ben.

He shrugs. “Don’t care. If I bothered looking at him then I wouldn’t get to look at you, and we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

I tilt my head and smile. “No, we definitely wouldn’t want that.”

He leans even closer, putting both his hands on the bar behind me. “So as my girlfriend,” he says, “I would assume you have a favorite tattoo of mine, right?” He put his arm out and rolled up his sleeve. “Which one would that be?”

I try to keep my composure as I look at the tattoos covering his arm. His forearms and hands are ridiculously veiny and I’m trying to keep the disgusting – but hot – thoughts running through my head at bay. “I like this one,” I say, tracing an anchor he has near his wrist. “Orrrr… this one.” My fingers run over one on his bicep, an owl with his wing covering a skull. He’s already insanely attractive, but his tattoos are making me legitimately sick to my stomach.

“Do you have any?” he asks.

“Yeah, I got a few.” I show him the ones on my arm. “I have one on my rib too, but you’ll have to see that one another time.” I look up at him through my eyelashes and smile sweetly.

He smirks. “Oh will I?”

“Mhm.”

“I have one on my chest,” he says, taking my hand and placing it on the left side of his chest.

“Am I gonna see that one too?” I ask.

“Yeah, I don’t have one there,” he says dryly. “Just wanted an excuse to have your hands on me.”

My jaw drops a little as I slide my hand up his chest slowly until it’s back on his neck. Our faces are inches apart. “Do you think it looks believable that we’re together?” he asks.

“I think so,” I shrug. “It could always look more believable, but I don’t know your thoughts on PDA, so…”

His face is moving closer. “Where are you going with that?”

“Where do you think I’m going with it?”

He responds by giving me a soft kiss on my cheek. “That’s all you get for now.”

I pout in response, then move back and place my elbows on the bar behind me. My chest is a straight shot from his face, and I can tell he’s having a hard time focusing. “So where should we get dinner?” I ask.

“Um… we can go to… um…”

“I’ve never been to um, what do they have there?” I mock.

“Shut up,” he lets out a little laugh. “Let’s go somewhere higher end so I can treat you.”

“Ohhh, you got the big YouTube bucks, huh?”

He shrugs. “Gotta stay humble. I’ll treat you on a few different dates and we can find out just how much YouTube can pay for.”

“That sounds good,” I run my hand lightly through the curls on his neck as I give him the world’s nastiest fuck me eyes.

He steps between my legs. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Why? I can’t look at my boyfriend like this?”

“Not with this many people around, no. Alone, though… well, we’re gonna be doing a lot more when we’re alone.”

I’m melting into a puddle in my seat. There’s no way this is happening. “I’m looking forward to it,” I reply, not breaking eye contact.

“I’ve gotta get back to my brothers,” he says in a near whisper. “I’ll text you, okay?”

I nod as he kisses my cheek one last time before he winks at me and walks away.

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pt 2 coming soon (probably)

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #matthew sturniolo

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simpleeindulge · 4 months

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The Beast and the Mouse

Info: fem/reader x Kid, 1st meetings, cussing and rude language, Kid in denial, Kid gets a crush, implied sexual yearning, future mature content planned.

Context: Kid develops a crush on a girl he thinks is not his type.

Part 1.

Eustass Kid was in a foul mood, and he didn't care who knew it. He stumped through the ship with his fist clutched, looking for Killer. It was rare for him to be pissed off at his best friend and first mate, but dammit, he screwed up!

Killer happened to be in the same room with his fucked-up choice of a new crew member, making Kid paused at the doorway to glared at the man's back. Killer sensed the hostility and glanced over his shoulder. The movement gave Kid a better view of the girl's eyes. Those damn beautiful, doleful eyes that made Kid go still nearly every time he saw them.

“Need something, Captain?”

Kid snapped out of his daze and glared at Killer.

“I need to speak with you in private,” Kid said through gritted teeth then walked away.

Killer tilted his head at Kid, then shrugged and followed him. It was odd that Kid wanted to talk somewhere else.

Normally, Kid would tell whoever was in the room to get out if he wanted to talk with him privately. When Killer walked into Kid’s messy quarters and closed the door, Kid rounded on him and bellowed, “What the hell, Killer! What were you thinking, letting her join the crew without asking me!”

Killer threw up his hands in defense, and he wore a surprised expression behind his mask.

“What are you talking about, Kid?! You asked her to join! Remember!”

“I did not! I-”

But then Kid remembered that he did offer her a chance to join his crew. It had been after a battle with some weaker crew. They celebrated the win at a bar on a nearby island, and she was one of the barmaids there serving drinks.

That is, she was supposed to be serving, but she saw the wounds on some of the men drinking and started treating with her meager medical kit.

Kid had some woman straddle across his lap and happened to see the girl recleaning a wound on Killer. At the time, it was amusing to see this small mouse of a girl patching up rowdy pirates as they drank. How she concentrated on the Killer’s wounds while being aware of her environment made her a paradox of perfection.

“Hey,” Kid called over to her as the woman on his lap kissed and nipped at his neck. “You got a name?”

The girl looked up at him, and Kid, for some reason, froze. There was something about how her eyes shone as she stared directly at him. Her lips were pressed together in a sweet pout, and her hair fell in soft-looking waves around her shoulders.

Kid didn't know if it was the booze, but he felt a desire to shove the busty woman off his lap and carry the girl off. Considering how small she looked, he could even tuck her into his furred cape for safekeeping and have her for later.

The woman stopped kissing Kid, looking peeved that he wasn't paying attention to her.

She then saw who he was looking at and whispered in his ear, “That’s Y/n, but we all call her ‘Mouse’ because of how quiet she is.”

Kid blinked and then laughed at the name, and the harlot laughed with him. “Mouse, huh? How would you like to join my crew?”

“Kid.” Killer said his name to bring some sense to him, but Kid plowed through.

“You’ll see the world beyond this dump ‘little mouse’! See things you never thought possible! Enjoy pleasures you never thought to desire! You would be one of us! The infamous Kid Pirates!”

His voice carried through the bar, and the rest of his crew got swept up in their drunken state and cheered their captain. The girl just sat and stared at Kid as the crew gulped their drinks.

“Think about and talk to Killer when you make up your mind, ‘little mouse.' We set sail tomorrow at noon.”

Kid forced his attention back to the woman on his lap and began biting at her shoulder, making the woman gasp and laugh with pleasure.

After that, well, he ended the night with a good fuck in one of the bedrooms upstairs and walked back to the ship with a massive hangover early the following day.

He didn't see the girl nicknamed Mouse till they were already out at sea. She was helping to scrub the floors in the mess hall when Kid tripped over her, spilling the bucket of soapy water. He was about to yell at whoever tripped him when Kid recognized her from the bar.

“YOU!”

"Oh! Captain, I'm so sorry; let me help." She said softly as she took out a clean cloth and dried his face. Her hand touched his leg as she leaned in to press the fabric to his skin.

Kid went from anger to pure lust. He wanted to grab her and roll her under him without caring who was watching. The sudden carnal desire he suddenly felt overwhelmed him, and he quickly shoved her off him and stood up over her.

She made a surprised sound and glanced up at him with a wounded look that made his knees weak.

“How long have you been here?” Kid growled at her.

“Three days.”

“Who let you on my ship?”

“Killer, but you-”

Kid had left to find his first mate as he cursed himself.

Dammit! How could she have already been here for three days without me noticing?

Which led to the present problem of what to do with her now she's on the ship.

"I tried talking to you the day we set sail, but you were still hungover.” Killer explained as Kid rage grew.

“So you just let her on the ship!”

“The girl insisted on joining the crew. I was there when you asked her, and she didn't care that you were drunk when you asked her." Killer continued to explain.

"So this is my fault?!"

Well, yeah, duh, Killer thought but knew better and instead said, "Look, she may be useful. Heat looked over her bandaging skills. She's not bad and has enough medical knowledge for him to show her more."

"For what!? A nurse!" Kid roared. “We don't need another nurse!”

"She'll be a field medic." Killer clarified.

Kid's mind just stopped as he stared dumbfounded at his first mate. Her? A field medic? Her? Why not just shoot her now? It would be kinder and faster. Or if they wanted to make it slow, tie her up and drop her overbroad.

"You got to be kidding," Kid laughed as he started to pace the room.

"You want that small girl to go onto a battlefield and treat our crewmates! I might as well kill her right now! It would be the one good deed tied to my name!"

Kid then ran a hand through his red hair as he stopped pacing and shook his head. "No! No way! I want her off the ship!"

"But Kid, you-"

"I don't care what I said to her! No way am I keeping some weak pissant around to hold back our crew back!"

Killer's shoulder heaved as he sighed and said, "Okay, I'll see that she's off the ship at the next port. In the meantime, I'll have her do some odd jobs so she can earn her keep."

"Why wait?! Just put her on a rowboat and-"

"Captain."

Kid froze and snapped his gaze toward the doorway. Mouse, that is, Y/N, stood there looking at him with a firm expression on her sweet face.

It was unsettling how quiet she was as she moved. The door to Kid's cabin always creaked, yet she opened the door without a sound. She took a breath and walked into the room. Kid watched her and, for some absurd reason, felt nervous.

"Captain," she said again, "I want to stay and prove you wrong. I won't hold the crew back."

Killer watched as Kid had to visibly shake himself out of whatever sinkhole his mind had just dived into. He readies himself as Kid squares his shoulders and glares down at the girl. The girl didn't appear intimidated and even clasped her hands in front of her as her chin tilted up.

"You want to prove me wrong. Are you saying that you aren't a weak little-"

"I have experience treating the wounded, and I'm not afraid to go into a battle to help." She said quickly as her eyes softened at him.

Her voice was not raised, and her tone didn't sound desperate. It was like she was offering Kid a favor. A kind, healthful favor that made Kid's insides go all mushy.

"Please, Captain." She added gently as her lashes blinked at him. "Let me stay."

Killer glanced at Kid and was surprised to see him deflating. And if his eyes weren't playing tricks on him, Kid was... blushing? Yes, yes, he was. Kid was actually blushing over this tiny, sincere girl who looked out of place on their ship.

Kid gritted his teeth and slapped his hand over his nose and cheeks to hide part of the redness spreading on his face.

“Captain?” She asked again, now looking worried.

Kid growled and turned his head away as he shouted, "Fine! You can stay! But if you screw up, I will personally end you! Now go find something useful to do before I toss you off the side!"

Y/N smiled widely and didn't appear offended by Kid's shouting or threats. "Yes, Captain! Right away! I'll start by cleaning your room!"

"Wait, what?!" Kid had barely enough time to respond when both he and Killer were shoved out of the room and had the door slam closed on their backs.

"What the-how?"

He turned and stared at the closed door and back at Kid. How was a tiny girl able to shove him and Killer out in the blink of an eye.

"She ate the scurry-scurry fruit," Killer explained with a shrug as Kid looked to him for an answer. "It's the other reason she was known as Mouse at the bar. She can move around quickly without making sound and lift five times her weight for a short time. It's also why I gave her the field medic job."

"She can't turn into a mouse, right?" Kid asked as he shivered at the thought of a human transfiguring into a rodent. "Cause that would be gross."

"And less cute," Killer commented with a slight grin behind his mask.

The way Kid snapped his head around at him was enough to prove his sudden discovery. His friend's face was even beginning to redden again. Killer held back a chuckle and cleared his throat.

"I'm going to get a drink; want to join?"

Kid grumbled and walked in the other direction away from Killer. There was no fucking way he thought that the girl was cute. Weak wasn't cute; it was annoying and a pain. She wouldn't last a week with his crew.

If she died on the job, it would be her fault, not his! What was she thinking taking his drunken offer?! Didn't she know she was too delicate for this kind of life?! Didn't she know how small, soft-looking she was? How cute-

"NO! NOT CUTE!" Kid roared as he raked his fingers into his hair and nearly ripped off his goggles.

Nearby onlookers wisely glanced away and didn't bother their Captain. Kid growled and turned to stomp back to his room to throw the girl out.

When he got there, she was already gone, leaving behind a tidy room. Kid glanced around, huffed, and muttered, "I guess she can stay."

He then flopped onto his clean bed face first and sighed. He'll worry about his 'Mouse' problem later. All this raging was making him tired.

As he closed his eyes, he could smell the scent she had left behind while making his bed. Thoughts of her being in his bed, being under him, squirming and wriggling as she whimpered and moaned, seeped into his mind. Kid groaned and growled as he punched his fist into the blankets.

She was going to be a pain, and not just in the ass; Kid mused as his groin throbbed.

A big pain for such a little creature.

Part 2.

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theemporium · 9 months

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My Period cramps are killing me right now is it possible to request Period fluff with any of the Poly!f1 read and the divers (I don’t mind who pick whoever your in the mood for) are just lounging around their home watching movies and taking it easy

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

“Mon amour, where did you put the cookies?”

Lando froze in his spot, his eyes catching yours from across the room as the both of you just stared at each other. You could hear Charles rummaging around in the kitchen just a few feet away, and a silent conversation passed between you and the Brit in the seconds before he replied.

“Uh, I put them in the second cupboard,” Lando called back to him as his cheeks tinted a light pink.

There was more rustling before the noises from the kitchen paused. You could hear footsteps approaching the living room before Charles paused at the threshold, his hands on his hips and his eyes narrowed in suspicion as he stared at the Brit.

“You ate them all, didn’t you?” Charles asked, though the fact he was pretty certain was clear in his voice despite the question.

To his credit, the boy did look sheepish. “You got my favourite.”

Charles frowned. “They weren’t for you, amour.”

“I know but—”

“Charles,” you interrupted from your spot on the couch, a smile growing on your lips at his concern. “It’s fine. I’ll survive without the cookies.”

His brows furrowed together. “Are you sure? Because I can go to the store and get—”

“The ice cream and chocolates and biscuits you got me will be enough,” you said to him before you opened your arms. “I just want you. Both of you. Please?”

You had been feeling shit for the last week and you couldn’t understand why. You were constantly tired and sore, and you were practically burning a hole in your pantry with how quickly you were eating everything. You just felt shit and it fucking sucked.

It was a little notification from Charles’ phone and an unbearable pain in your lower abdomen when you woke up that morning that gave you an answer. You started your period, and the pre-week symptoms were nothing compared to the state you had been since you woke up.

However, whilst your usual plan of attack was to just grin and bear it, your boyfriends had other plans.

They had been mother-henning you since you had walked out the bathroom that morning, and a part of you was almost shy to admit that you liked it. You liked the way Charles ran around like a headless chicken to make sure you had everything you could possibly crave. You liked the way Lando constantly made sure you were comfy. You liked the way they kept track of the painkillers you ate and the way they were taking care of you.

You liked being doted on, even if you’d never say the words aloud.

“Fine,” Charles murmured as he made his way towards the couch, taking the spot to your left as you lifted the blanket to drape over his lap. “But Lando is getting you cookies after the movie.”

“But I’m comfy,” Lando whined as he shuffled towards the couch, squeezing into the other side of you. “This is our lazy day. Going to the store is against the rules.”

You snorted.

“You just have to put on shoes and walk three minutes,” Charles shot back.

“Three minutes is a long time,” Lando retorted, the hint of a smile growing on his lips as he caught your gaze. “I could eat two packets of cookies in that time—ouch!”

You turned to shoot Charles a look, but his smile was innocent.

“What? I thought I saw a mosquito,” Charles shrugged.

You shook your head. “You two are babies.”

“Your babies,” Lando said with a cheesy grin.

“Yeah, yeah,” you murmured before you sprawled yourself over the boys. Neither one of them had any complaints as you shifted around, finding a comfy spot with your head in Charles’ lap and your legs thrown across Lando’s. “What movie did you pick?”

“That stupid vampire one you like,” Lando grumbled as his hands rested on your knees, his fingers aimlessly tapping and tracing random shapes.

“Twilight isn’t stupid,” you shot back.

“It’s a bit stupid, mon ange,” Charles murmured as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, as though it softened the blow.

“You both are just jealous of Edward Cullen,” you huffed.

“Yeah, it doesn’t help that you ogle the guy,” Lando commented but there was a playful tone. “But I guess we can watch all five for you.”

Your lips twitched upwards. “I knew there was a reason I loved you both.”

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misc-obeyme · 6 months

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had this idea where dia sees mc while at RAD, wiping some tears away from their eyes. he has a brief "i'll kill whoever caused this" thought before asking mc what happened :((( and they just laugh bc they're tired and have been yawning a lot

Oh ho ho anon, I love this idea so I had to write a little drabble about it. I hope that's okay! I just love protective Dia lol.

Diavolo is wandering the halls, smiling at students as he passes by, taking in the bustling activity of his school. It's a normal thing that he does and while he's maintaining his usual air of friendliness, he knows he lights up when he spots you across the hall.

Diavolo makes his way toward you, ready to call out your name. You were turned slightly away, but now you move slightly and come fully into his view. His heart sinks as he watches you wipe tears away from your eyes.

The way his stomach collapses in on itself as he feels the anger rising in his chest causes him to pause. He takes a deep breath, knowing he should speak to you first, but he can't stop that fleeting thought. I'll kill whoever caused this.

You look at him when he puts a hand on the small of your back. To his surprise, you smile brightly, clearly happy to see him.

"MC," he says, his tone low and serious. "I'm afraid I saw your tears just now. May I ask what happened?"

Your smile turns into a bubbling laugh that sends him reeling. Did he so badly misinterpret your mood?

"I'm sorry," you say through your laughter. "I was just yawning because I'm tired. It makes my eyes water."

Diavolo stares at you for a moment before laughing himself. "Ahaha! I see! Forgive me for jumping to conclusions, MC!"

"That's all right," you say, clearly amused by this turn of events.

Diavolo's expression becomes serious as he meets your eyes. He cups your cheek and says quietly, "If you ever do find yourself in such a situation, I hope you will come to me for assistance."

He watches as a slight blush rises in your cheeks as you reassure him that you will. It's enough to quell his desire to protect you, for now.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

#I've been writing my drabbles in present tense instead of the usual past tense #not sure how I feel about tbh #anyway I love this idea hee hee #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me diavolo #om diavolo #diavolo obey me #obey me diavolo x reader #om diavolo x reader #diavolo obey me x reader #anon asks #misc answers #misc writes

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minichrismd · 1 year

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In The Dark - Dark!Sebastian Sallow

okok can i request some dark!sebastian x reader ? i’m thinking some spice…like super spicy (seb is aged up of course)!

Word Count – 2.5k

Relationship - Dark!Sebastian x Fem!Reader

Warnings - angst, smut, vaginal fingering, oral sex(m!receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, reader and Sebastian are of age. Dark at the end. Not proofread!

Minors DNI!

Requests are open!

The end of seventh year was fast approaching and for Sebastian it couldn’t come soon enough, he was ready to escape from Hogwarts, Feldcroft, all of it. He’d had enough of being trapped in a cage, after having a taste of dark magic he wanted to pursue it.

After the everything that happened in fifth year, he’d started to lose most of his close friends and family. Ominis never forgot Sebastian’s use of dark magic and began to gradually distance himself, eventually not speaking to him at all. He couldn’t forgive Sebastian for using it, not after everything he’d been through as a child.

The last thing he heard from Anne was a letter that she’d left for him in their late uncle’s home, informing him that she could never forgive him for what he’d done and that he’d gone too far. She never wanted to hear from him again. In his mind, he hadn’t gone far enough.

The only person who he felt truly understood him was (Y/N), you’d been friends with him since fifth year and in a relationship since sixth year, he thought you’d always be there for him. But a few days ago, he spotted you in the library alone. Sebastian walked over to you and pulled out the chair on the opposite side of the table, making a horrible scraping noise across the floor. You almost jumped out of your seat, pulling your gaze from the book in front of you and locking eyes with him.

“(Y/N). How are you?” Sebastian asked, looking you up and down. You tried to smile at him, but it faltered, you just had to hope he didn’t notice.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his brow furrowed. You pursed your lips, trying to think of how you could explain what you were thinking.

“I know what you’ve been doing Sebastian, torturing and killing poachers. Are you insane?” Sebastian knew that if you weren’t in the library within earshot of the librarian that (Y/N) would have been yelling at him.

“They deserved everything that they got.” Sebastian stated firmly, he knew he was right. He was doing what other people wouldn’t dare do.

“Not that Sebastian, you swore to me you wouldn’t use dark magic again.” (Y/N) spoke slightly louder, your patience with him was slowly being ebbed away. Sebastian rolled his eyes and slouched back into the chair, he thought you’d understand.

“I’m sorry, ok? I wanted them to pay.” He stated bluntly, without a single ounce of remorse. You huffed and gathered the books that were on the table in front of you. Sebastian just stared at you as you walked away from him.

Later that evening, Sebastian walked back towards the Slytherin common room alone. He’d normally have you by his side wherever he went, but you’d been giving him the cold shoulder all day since your conversation in the library. As he headed down the final staircase to the common room, he heard voices talking in hushed tones which made him pause on the last step to listen, just out of sight of whoever it was.

“He’s using dark magic again; I don’t know what to do Ominis.” (Y/N) confessed sadly, tears streaming down your cheeks. Ominis pursed his lips, not knowing what to say.

“He won’t listen to anyone (Y/N), I don’t think there’s anything we can do to help him anymore.” Ominis replied.

Sebastian saw red, his old best friend was speaking to you but wouldn’t speak to him. His breathing grew heavier, feeling himself get angrier every moment that he listened to your conversation. As much as he wanted to hurt Ominis for so much as speaking to you, he knew you’d never forgive him for it. He’d lose you too. With that in mind, Sebastian crept away, only returning after curfew when he knew everyone would be in their own common rooms.

The next morning, Sebastian rolled out of bed, a red haze still surrounded him, not able to let go of what he’d heard the previous night. He released a loud sigh, glancing around the dormitory. He needed to come up with a plan to keep you with him and away from anyone who might try and steal you away.

He stood up sharply, grinning to himself. He had the perfect idea. He quickly gathered his books from where they were discarded on the floor next to his bed and made his way towards his first class of the day, charms class. As he entered the room, he spotted you sat in your usual seat, the one next to his. He walked over and sat down next to you.

“Hey.” He said cautiously, not wanting to ruin his plan by scaring you off straight away. You glanced over at him, giving him a small nod before turning back to your book. Sebastian sighed; this was going to be harder than he thought.

“Can we talk later? Please (Y/N). Will you meet me near the defence against the dark arts classroom?” He almost begged, you sighed turning to look at him.

“Ok, but later. I’m busy right now.” You responded, somewhat harshly. It hurt you to treat him this way but he needed to understand that what he was doing was not ok. He looked dejected, causing you to sigh.

“I’m sorry Sebastian, I’m just frustrated right now.” You said calmly, watching some of the tension leave his body. His shoulders dropped.

“It’s ok, I understand I’ve been an arse to you recently and broken your trust, I want to make it up to you.” Sighing again, you agreed to meet him at seven, regardless of what he’d done, you still loved him.

Just before seven you made your way to the corridor outside of the classroom, waiting for Sebastian to arrive. You were missing dinner to meet him, hoping that whatever he said would be worth it. As you approached the end of the corridor you felt and arm wrap around your waist and drag you backwards into a small room. You went to scream but a hand clamped down over your mouth, the door slamming closed so you were locked inside. You struggled until you heard a laugh that you’d come to recognise well.

“For Merlin’s sake Sebastian!” You fumed, turning on your heel to face him, trying to calm yourself down. He smiled sweetly at you, managing to apologise in between his laughter. You shook your head but smiled at his antics, for a moment he seemed to be back to his old self.

“So, you wanted to talk?” You asked after he’d stopped laughing so much. He nodded, leaning back against the wall.

“I wanted to apologise for how I’ve been lately, I’ve not been myself. Maybe because of what’s happened with Ominis and Anne. I’m not sure. But I’d never want to do anything to hurt what we have.” He said softly. Doubt still lingered in your mind about whether he was being truthful, you hoped he was but after everything that had happened, you couldn’t be sure.

You mulled over his words for a moment, his gaze never left you. His eyes gave away what he was thinking about.

“Something else on your mind?” You quipped, able to tell from how dilated his pupils were, he wanted you.

“Maybe.” He replied. You glanced down to the floor, debating whether the storeroom was really the best place for this.

Sebastian backed you into the storeroom door, roughly placing his hand around the base of your neck, forcing you to look up at him. You stared into his eyes, quickly flicking your gaze to his lips and back again.

“Is there something you want (Y/N)?” He smirked, immediately noticing the look you’d given him. You went to reply but he stopped you, pressing his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed as he removed his hand from your throat, pinning you to the door by pressing his hips against yours. He nipped at your lower lip with his teeth before attacking your mouth again.

You could feel him getting hard, your hands had naturally gravitated to his back when he started to kiss you but slowly you lowered one and began to touch him through his trousers. Feeling your touch, he quickly undid his belt and whipped it off, discarding it across the room. Pulling away from you, he took hold of your shoulders and pushed you to your knees. Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you saw him smirk at you as he unbuttoned his trousers, shuffling them down slightly along with his underwear, exposing what you wanted.

Placing your hand around the base, you slowly wrapped your lips around the tip and began bobbing up and down, swirling your tongue around his tip each time you came back up. He moaned quietly at your motions, lacing his fingers through your hair to push your head down further.

“I need you (Y/N)” He groaned, you continued your movements, taking your time to tease him. You could see what he was becoming more and more frustrated, he gripped your hair, pulling your mouth away. You knew what he was suggesting, seeing how badly he needed you.

“I’d never hurt you, tell me if you don’t want this.”

“Please, I want this.” You practically begged.

“Are you sure?” He asked cautiously, he didn’t want you to agree to something you didn’t want.

“I’m sure. Please Sebastian.” You replied earnestly, you wanted him, regardless of what he’d done. He stared at you for a moment before pulling out his wand, your eyes widened.

“Silencio.” He murmured, sparks shooting out of the tip of his wand. You tried to speak but no sound could be heard. He smirked again before pulling you into the centre of the room and laying you on your stomach.

“Can’t have you making too much noise now, can we?”

You could hear Sebastian shuffling around behind you, making you wonder what he was doing until he grabbed your wrists and placed them in the middle of your back, quickly wrapping his tie around them and tying it into a tight knot. He pushed your skirt up around your hips and grabbed your underwear, slowly pulling it down your legs. You wanted to let out a moan but couldn’t, you needed him now.

“Is all of this for me?” He asked, running a finger between your folds. You were soaking wet, ready for him. He hummed in amusement, toying with you while you squirmed underneath him, trying to push down on his finger. Noticing your neediness, Sebastian pushed two fingers inside of you, stretching you open and placed his thumb on your clit, rubbing in small, firm circles. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation, the stretch and the stimulation to your clit was making you wetter by the minute, but Sebastian was in no rush. He wanted to draw it out and make you plead for every orgasm that he’d give you.

He slowly withdrew his fingers to the tips and removed his thumb from your clit causing you to squirm, feeling your orgasm slipping away every centimetre that he pulled out. Frustration took over and you began to wriggle, trying to get back his fingers. Sebastian laughed at your neediness.

“Sorry love, did you want them back?” He asked, pushing his fingers back in quickly, curving them inside of you. Your mouth hung open; you were gasping for relief.

“You can cum if you want to. But it won’t be the last one that I get out of you tonight.” He teased, slapping his hand down onto your bare arse, leaving behind a bright red handprint. Sebastian continued tormenting your clit until you tensed up around his fingers, your walls spasmed around him as you orgasmed. Barely a moment after your orgasm had subsided and Sebastian had removed his fingers, he flipped you onto your back and crawled on top of you, placing his hands either side of you.

“Are you ok? Do you want to keep going?” He asked sincerely. You nodded intently, eyes pleading with him. He licked his lips, gazing at you hungrily. He lifted your knees up to bend your legs and placed his tip against your entrance, toying with you as you tried to move down onto him. You knew he was completely in control.

He started slowly, teasing you as he pushed the tip in, taking his time as he stretched you open. Gradually, his thrusts got deeper and harsher.

“Arch your back.” He commanded, you did as asked and he hit something deeper inside of you that made your mouth fall open. He placed his thumb back on your clit and rubbed harsh circles, making you thrust up into him.

“Shit, (Y/N). I’m going to cum.” Sebastian moaned, his thrusts became erratic as he was chasing his orgasm. With him inside of you and the pressure he was putting on your clit, it didn’t take you long to fall over the edge into another orgasm, your walls fluttered around him pushing him to orgasm, his moans echoing off the walls in the small room. You could hear your heart beating in your ears and the sound of Sebastian’s laboured breaths as he pulled out of you and leant back onto his knees. Taking a breath, leant forwards and grabbed your shoulders, pulling you up into a sitting position. He made quick work of the knot he had used to tie your hands together.

“Sonorus.” Sebastian murmured, undoing the silencing charm he had placed on you.

You met Sebastian’s gaze as he searched for his trousers and underwear that had been thrown across the room at some point. He smiled at you as he slipped back into his clothes. You realised that you were still sat on the floor, so you quickly got to your feet, retrieving your underwear which had been discarded, pulling your skirt back down and adjusting it to make it look like nothing had happened. Sebastian was putting his belt back on as you approached him.

“I should have used this on you.” He mentioned in passing, making you blush. “Maybe next time.”

“Sebastian, I-.” You started to speak but he held up his hand.

“I know what you’re about to say, I’m truly sorry for everything I’ve done (Y/N). I don’t want to lose you. I – I love you.” His words trailed off to a whisper at the end, sadness taking over his features. You stayed silent for a moment.

“Sebastian, I know the past couple of years have been hard for you, I don’t want to lose you either but if you carry on down the path that you’re on, I know I will. I love you too much to lose you.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him close, resting your head on his shoulder. His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him, one arm remained by his side. Gently, he removed his wand from his pocket, aiming it towards you,

“Imperio.” He spoke softly, a look of shock crossed your features as the spell hit, but it quickly disappeared as the curse took over. Sebastian knew he couldn’t afford to lose you. He loved you too much for that.

Link to Part 2

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fear-is-truth · 5 months

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TEAR YOU APART || kai anderson x fem!reader

【𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆】: kai anderson x fem!reader

【𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒】: 18+; mdni | profanity, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p in v, degradation, choking, accidental voyeurism, implied daddy kink, implied size kink

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“Now, ladies! Time to make yourselves useful in the kitchen..”

Kai's falsely cheerful voice cut through the air, signaling with a brisk wave of his hand. He was being more of than an misogynistic asshole than usual, but no one dared object, not unless they had a death wish. As Winter, Beverly, and Ivy reluctantly made their way toward the kitchen, you began to follow suit.

“No, not you. Come over,” he said sharply, halting you in your tracks.

“Sorry, me?”

“Yes you, you and I are gonna have a little talk.”

He replied in a clipped tone before turning back to the other women, who were staring.

“Didn’t I make myself clear? Kitchen. Now.”

A silent exchange of confusion flitted between you and Winter, her offering you a small, resigned shrug that translated into ‘I-don’t-know-what-the-fuck-he’s-up-to-but-good-luck’ before she disappeared into the kitchen after the others.

Kai strode through the back of the restaurant, you trailing after him. The stony look on his face left no room for questions as he swung open the pantry door, waiting for you to step inside. Panic fluttered in your belly, leaving you rooted to the spot.

You've always tried to keep a low profile, contributing where needed and never seeking any special attention. There was no logical reasoning behind his anger towards you, and the fact that you had no clue of what you had actually done to piss him off made the situation all the more dangerous.

“Just get in there already,” he growled, shoving you inside roughly before stepping after you. The anger emanating from him seemed to fill the small space on its own.

“I saw your little game earlier,” he slammed the door behind him with ominous finality, “With Aerosmith.” He turned to face you, jaw rigid and eyes narrowed. Fury coming off him like a stench.

“Think I haven't noticed? Laughing alongside him, or whoever else catches your eye. Like a goddamn two-dollar whore.”

Your stomach dropped. You hadn't even considered that your interactions with other cult members might draw such scrutiny from Kai. Mind racing, you quickly replayed the conversation you'd shared with Aerosmith–No, screw that stupid nickname– Ethan earlier that day, a harmless exchange that you'd assumed was nothing more than banter.

“I didn't encourage anyone, Divine Ruler. My loyalty lies with you and your cause, I never realised-” Kai slammed an open palm against the wall beside him, causing you to flinch.

“You never do! I don’t know if you’re playing dumb or you really are so fucking oblivious!”

His cheeks flushed with colour, nostrils flaring. A sudden terror flooded over you, that Kai might actually strike you; he’d done it to other women, after all. He seemed to notice your fearful expression, taking a moment to collect himself: a deep breath in, pinching the bridge of his nose, as if trying to ward off a headache.

When he opened his mouth again, it was in a low drawl. Menacing. Dangerously calm.

“You've always been my favourite.”

Advancing with slow, measured steps toward you, his boots echoing against the floor.

“Those missions—I gave you the most difficult ones for a reason. To toughen you up, make you stronger. I’ve made you a better, perfected version of yourself.”

Like a wolf slowly closing in on its prey.

“I've singled you out, given you my special attention,” he sighed, his voice filled with disappointment and hurt. Genuine or not, you couldn’t really tell. Looming over, he trapped you against the pantry shelves. Your faces inches apart.

“…do I really have to spell it out for you?”

He paused, taking a moment to study you, large hand lifting to cup your cheek. The gesture itself was oddly tender; that fleeting touch of intimacy. Juxtaposing his aggression mere seconds before. There was a moment that he looked like he might say something more, but then he quickly snapped out of it, breaking the spell. His hand moved down to your neck, giving it a gentle squeeze before he leaned forward, crushing his lips against yours.

For a moment, there was just dry pressure, an awkward clash of teeth. His hands found your upper arms, hoisting you to a sitting position on the folding table. With a low growl, he forcefully worked your mouth open, coaxing your tongue against his. The acrid tang of Adderall invaded your senses, intermingling with his lust, frustration and jealousy. A gentle warmth blossomed, slowly unfurling from your lips, to your chest and ultimately settling in your belly.

His grip on you loosened briefly, tongue slipping out of your mouth as he mumbled gruffly against your lips,

“You have no idea what you do to me. No. Fucking. Clue.”

He let the words hang in the air for a second, before crashing his lips back onto yours, swallowing any further protests you might have had. Nudging your head to the side, he ravaged your neck with a series of wet kisses interspersed with sharp nips of his teeth. Mouth swiftly moving down your neck, hungrily marking any exposed patch of skin he had access to.

With one hand entangled in your hair and the other securing your waist, he systematically disheveled your composed appearance. The bruises and bite marks adorning your neck conveyed a clear message: Kai was staking his claim, marking his territory.

You were his; always have been, from the start.

Perhaps this realisation had only just dawned on you, but from the moment Kai set his sights on you, he’d already decided that you belonged to him.

To your utter bewilderment, he sank to his knees before you, staring up with those penetrating dark eyes. Pale face peeked out from behind a veil of stringy blue hair, illuminated by the dim overhead lighting which formed some sort of fucked-up blue halo. Hands finding their way to your hips, long fingers gently hooking themselves under your waistband. His throat bobbed once, a subtle rise and fall before he spoke up:

“Let me worship you,”

Your jeans and panties fell to the floor with a muffled thud that was barely registered; the only sound was the pounding of your own heart. Kai took small intake of breath, wetting his lips as he took in the sight of your nether regions. Hands placed firmly on your knees as his head dipped between your thighs.

“Fuck.. I’ve barely even touched you and you're already drenched,” he muttered, lips grazing over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

You gasped, eyes fluttering open to glance down at him. His nose was gently bumping against your sex, akin to nuzzling a lover. An act that you found to be incredibly repulsive and arousing at the same time. A sudden thought made your blood run cold.

“Wait, Kai. The door—” you yelped, eyes darting nervously toward the door.

“Can't lock from the inside, yeah.” Kai finished your sentence matter-of-factly. Then he licked a hot stripe between your folds. Clenching the sleeve of your sweater, you pressed it against your mouth to stifle a moan. Praying that nobody could hear the debauchery that was occurring.

Kai dipped his head to nibble teasingly at your clit, eliciting a small whimper. “Mhm.. you taste so fuckin..” he inhaled deeply before diving back between your thighs. “So fucking delicious,” he groaned, words reverberating against your throbbing core.

The doorknob clicked, and you hastily tried to kick him away from you. Kai’s bruising grip on your hips was unrelenting as he continued to lap greedily between your thighs.

Seconds later the door flew open. A shriek, followed by the clattering of a large metal bowl as it tumbled to the floor, a cloud of spices billowing into the air. Ivy Mayfair-Richards stood frozen by the doorway, her perpetually pinched-up face now flushed a bright shade of pink, eyes wide like saucers. She stumbled back, slamming the pantry door shut.

Cheeks aflame with embarrassment, you slapped your hands over face. At least it wasn't Winter, or Beverly who had walked in. The idea of either of them witnessing Divine Ruler stationed between your thighs and devouring your pussy like an ice cream cone was nothing short of mortifying. Ivy, on the other hand; you didn’t really gave a shit about. A small part of you even wished it was Meadow who had barged in. It was a pity that she had blown her own brains off just two weeks ago. Too bad, really. Too bad.

“You enjoyed that, didn't you?” Kai mumbled, as if he had read your thoughts. You could practically feel his smirk against your pussy.

“Fuck, taking my tongue so good, little slut.” He continued his attack on your cunt, a mix of kitten licks and hungry swipes. Taking his sweet time to torture you methodically. Tremors built in your thighs as he gradually picked up pace, your fingers tangling in his hair, nails digging into his scalp, which prompted a low groan from him.

You wanted to beg, plead with him to let you cum, but you also knew any words from your mouth would encourage him to do the exact opposite.

Kai had a fine skill in both bestowing pleasure and meting out punishment. It was his way.

A soft whimper left your lips as he sucked harshly on your clit, picking up pace. It was enough to send you over the edge. You were close, painfully close. Kai seemed to know as much, because he stopped abruptly and rose to his feet when you started trembling.

“Now, not yet. This isn’t how it works.”

He spun you around roughly, forcing you to bend over the table. He kicked apart your legs and lined himself behind you. The sound of his fly being yanked open reached your ears and finally, finally, the feel of his cock; every ridge and vein rubbing tantalisingly against your dripping entrance.

“Ah.. P-please..” you groaned, trying to buck your hips backwards. No such luck. Kai had pressed the flat of his palms against your shoulders, anchoring you firmly against the table. “Please what?” he whispered, tongue flicking lazily at the lobe of your ear.

“Tell me what you want, lamb.”

The very end of his tip pressed agaist you, eliciting a whimper from your lips.

“I want.. want you inside me. Please,”

“There you go,”

The moment he slid inside, you both let out a simultaneous groan. The sensation of his hot, panting mouth at your ear, his sack smacking rhythmically against your cunt was so exquisitely sinful yet heavenly, you'd willingly descended into the deepest depths of hell for it.

“Mnngh! O-oh..-” He pressed in deeper and circled his hips, squelching inside you as more wanton moans escaped your mouth.

“You really are...” he chuckled, voice strained, “my hot little slut. So fucking greedy for daddy’s cock. You know that? I love it,” He reached around, slowly curling his fingers around your windpipe possessively.

“Tell me. Whose tight little pussy is this, huh? Who does it belong to?”

“You, divine ruler, only you- I swear!” A guttural moan ripped from your chest when his tip pressed right up against your cervix.

“That’s right. Took you so long to figure it out. That this pussy was being held in trust, aching for my cock.” He pressed himself so deep inside you could feel his every throb and twitch, his eagerness to pump you full.

“To carve out a space for myself here. Right here,” Hand sliding down to press between your hipbones, grazing against the slight bulge on your belly as his cock settled in there, where it belonged. He paused for a second to keep himself from coming too soon, tugging irritably at his balls to adjust.

As he panted into your sweat-slicked shoulder, you took the advantage to ease to your forearms and work yourself back on his cock.

Arching your back like a cat, you made languid figure eights with your hips. The wet schlick shlick sounds of your cunt swallowing his cock and your combined moaning ricocheted off the pantry walls, a steady cadence.

A downright animalistic groan escaped his lips.

“Oh my- f-fuck...”

If his gruff voice was sexy, then Kai Anderson moaning in your ear as he neared climax was a filthy, sinful delight. Abandoning all efforts to last longer, Kai went completely feral. Gauging his nails into your hips with bruising force as he scrambled for control. With each powerful thrust, the table lurched forward, tipping dangerously. You had no choice but to grip the sides, bracing yourself against it as he drove into you again and again. His movements became sloppy and less calculated as he neared his peak.

“Cum for me, babygirl,”

“Oh god… Kai!” You wailed as you reach your climax, clenching his cock tight with your slick channel as he drove into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt before releasing a torrent of thick, warm cum inside you.

He bucked his hips languidly a few more times, spending himself in a series of residual jerks inside you. Meanwhile, his hand stayed pressed to your belly, rubbing circles as his cock continued to twitch and spasm, grinding his creamy cum as deep as it could go.

Heavy breathing. Wet, sloppy kisses on the nape of your neck, your shoulder. The lingering scent of exotic spice mixed with sex heavy in the air.

“You’re mine now,” he grunted against the back of your neck.

“Fucking get used to it.”

【𝐀/𝐍】: thanks for reading!! english is not my first language, i apologise for the grammatical/spelling errors. i really tried.

✧. tagging: @kaismanwich @maddaline @howtobesasha + send an ask if you want to be on my taglist

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luvyurself · 3 months

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sore wings take flight

BIGGERBODIESDAWGDAYAUGHHBHHH

c/w: she/her pronouns, we running on adrenaline, he loves to call us angel :D, we almost cry but it’s okay, HE DESERVES THIS

highly inspired by @bunji-enthusiast little fic <3

(I saw somewhere that in dogdays case he was the voice actor before he got put in the bigger bodies initiative since both orphans and employees were apart of it. lowkey love that theory, we keeping it safe with just comfort and fluff though 🫶🏼)

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she didn’t even know how she was doing it, he was half her size and weighed more then she could ever imagined. even if it was just his upper body, it was a mission to carry.

despite his protest, how he would only slow her down and ‘didn’t want poppy’s angel to succumb to death’ because of him, she managed to shut him up when she released him from the confinements that held him and wrapped him on her back.

she stumbled a bit, the sudden weight of the new body on her made her knees almost buckle, but quickly regained her footing as she crawled through the labyrinth of the tubes, shooting flares at the little things and checking up on the mascot on her back.

dogday was shocked on how this young women basically tossed him on her back and made her way to safety. he heard her heavy breathing and soft grunts as she makes her way out and into a hallway.

he could tell that he was heavy, the look on her face showed it. he knew that it was taking all her might to even keep him up on her back. she was supporting her grab pack and him, he didn’t want to be extra weight for her.

he was about ready to slip his hold on her to let her go alone and save herself, but she quickly grabbed his arm and held it against her chest, “not here, not now,” she huffed, seeing the elevator on the other side.

he looked back, seeing the critters gaining up on them, and looked at her, “angel, please, I’m slowing you down, don’t worry about me-“ he stopped mid sentence when she took a pause to catch her breath before she took a glance at him.

her hair stuck to her face, sweat on her forehead, she looked about ready to drop and pass out. but the fiery look in her eyes showed a different story.

she shook her head, readjusting his hold on her before she grabbed her grab pack handles, “I’m not going to leave you to die,” she spoke, turning to the elevator and breaking off into a sprint.

as she sees the edge to the elevator, she made a silent plea in her head to whoever was listening, that she made that jump, because it would be slightly embarrassing and deadly if she didn’t make it.

she launches her grab pack hand, feeling her body fly up to make the leap to the elevator platform.

she felt him subconsciously grab her tighter, shutting his eyes before she landed on the platform with a large thud.

she shakily fell over, but not before slamming the button and watching the door close, seeing how it shut the little animals from getting to them.

she dropped to her knees, laughing airly as she breath heavily, coughing and shaking from adrenaline.

she felt the arms release her from behind her, and saw the large dog crawl beside her. she clears her throat, stuttering over her words, “are….are you okay?” she asks looking over him, “no bites, no scratches?”

she heard him give a soft chuckle, “oh….you really are an angel, thinking about others before yourself,” he spoke, turning his head side to side, “even when I should be asking that to you,”

she gave a little smile, before shakily pushing a strand of hair back, “I’m fine….just….a little worn out,” she coughs a bit, covering her mouth with her fist.

dogday rests his head on his chin, his never changing face staring at her, “I would imagine, though, I’m curious, angel…” he tilts his head slightly, fingers on his other hand softly tapping the ground, “….why?”

she looks at him for a moment, before turning her head to the side, “I…..I couldn’t let you die,” she spoke softly, hands fiddling with her fingers, “there’s…..there’s so much death here, I can’t just not save one of the three beings that hasn’t even tried to kill me,” she felt her throat tightening as she cleared it.

“the thought of just leaving someone, to leave them to die, it’s just….you deserve to live, you deserve the right to see another day,” she felt her eyes grow misty, cursing at herself and wiping away harshly with one hand.

she hasn’t cried yet while in this hell hole, and she’s for sure not going to cry now.

she felt his large hand (or paw? she doesn’t know) rest on her hand that was on her lap. she sniffles a bit as she heard him speak.

��oh angel, you have such a strong heart,” he spoke, gently rubbing her hand, “such strong heart will get you far, will help you stop the prototype,”

she softly laughs, placing her other hand on top of his, “I’m not that strong,”

he nudged his head at her arm, “you carried me with all your might, I’d say your immensely strong,” he spoke, a soft hint of playfulness in his voice.

“pure adrenaline-“ she cuts herself off with a yawn, “that was pure adrenaline…” speaking of which, the adrenaline from before began to fade away, leaving her body with fatigue and sleepy.

dogday hummed, patting her shoulder softly, “you must rest, angel, you cannot go on like this, it could be dangerous,”

she was about to say something about how sleeping could be dangerous, but decided against it. she softly lays herself down on the floor, looking up at the ceiling. “don’t-“ a yawn, “let me sleep too long….” she softly spoke, before drifting off to a restless sleep.

the large dog crawled by her legs, looking over her and softly sighed, “rest your wings angel, I’ll be here when you wake up,”

with that, he plops himself next to her legs, one arm across her legs while the other one rests under his head, watching over her like a loyal companion he hopes to be for her.

*spits this at you, scurrying away on all fours* DAWGDAY AUGHHHHHH

#dogday poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #poppy playtime #dogday #x female reader #x reader

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imma-queencard · 2 months

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𝕾𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖒𝖊. 𝕯𝖎𝖉 𝖘𝖍𝖊?

Red lights (part one) Hyunjin x F.reader x Felix

Genre:Smut,yandere,manipulation. [18+Minors DNI]

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Your fingers gripped the bedsheet helplessly as you felt an invisible demeanour penetrating your soul. Something compressing against your chest. It felt heavy. You could bearly breath,barely move an inch. Just sprawling on to the bed while whimpers leaving your lips for impending death. Are you dying? A tear escaped your eye. You swore someone was trying to rip out your soul off your body.

"St-stop..God-god have mer-mercy!" You cried out in last attempt. You heard an animalistic growl as the thing was pulled off from you by an invisible force. Crashing it against the wall opposite of your bed. The photoframe broke down from the ceiling,scattering the glasses. You screamed in horror seeing the scene in front of you.

"Lord! Lord have mercy on me!please please!" you kept repeating your words when you saw the thing turning into a seeable form. A human? You furrowed.

"I swear you on Jesus Christ!leave me alone!Jesus!" You repeated holding the blanket tight to your chest. You gulped. The thing.. The shadow shifted into a human form. A man. His black pitched eyes staring into your soul. He forced out one of his wrists from the wall. Wiping off his lips with one of the palms before sending a devilish smirk in your way. As if he pulled that smirk to see you shiver in fear.

"Sweetheart-" he took a heavy step towards you but he was pulled back again. He hissed in pain cursing the godly power that was pulling him backwards,away from you.

"Jesus christ please-my lord!" you murmured seeing it trying to reach out to you again. Your back was pressed against the bed frame then.

"I swear on your Jesus Christ that You" he paused hissing," Would. Scream. For. Me." he literally spelled out each word while his face twisted in pain, "Fuck! soon-DAMN IT!" he screamed in agony and was vanished in the air.

You could swear on your soul that last night was no hallucinations of yours. It really occured. The creature,his dark eyes...Still made you shiver in fear. But none of your friends trusted you. You tried to type something to reason out your logic to your friend circle over the phone. Maybe they would believe in your words now? But everything in vain.

You harshly threw your phone on the bed in dismay. You sighed. You stood in front of the mirror. You took out the hairbrush from the drawer. You were combing your curls absentmindedly that you didn’t notice the change in reflection on the mirror.

"None of them believed..Do I look like an idiot to brag out such things?" you murmured to yourself combing the knot of your hair.

"Whoever thinks you an idiot is the biggest idiot,darling."

Your eyes widened in shock. Your eyes frantically wandered anywhere but the mirror. And found none. You shook your head in distress. This might be another delusion of yours. You looked into the mirror and screamed in fear taking a few steps backwards. A reflection which didnt belong to you. A blonde man staring at you with the most beautiful doe eyes you had ever seen. Little cute freckles all over his nose. He tilted his head with a sad look,"not happy to see me?"

"Wha-what on earth?" you stuttered and fell flat on your ass. The man came out of the mirror to your horror and took a step towards you. You hovered back in fear. You looked at the blonde who was wearing black jacket over his black shirt. Chains after chains were wrapped around his slender neck. His blonde bangs falling over his forhead contrasting the freckles as he bend near you. His lips all puffy & red making him the most ravishing thing you had seen in a while.

"You're so beautiful.." he whispered tracing your chin with his fingers. Admiration sparkling in his eyes. You unconsciously leaned to his touch. You were hypotised in his beauty, in his aura.

"I'm not that beautiful.." you found yourseldlf mumble back.

"It’s just you don't know how breathtaking you are,Y/N.." he replied pressing his cold cheek against yours. You shivered in cold but your heart felt a weird sense of warmth.

"It's beating out so loud..." he placed his palm over your chest. "So tempting.." he complimented tracing your cleavage. You blushed under his gaze but your limbs felt like paralyzed. You couldn’t move just looking at the unreal man in front of you.

"Is it beating out so wild for me?" he asked rubbing your lips with his thumb. Signalling them to open up.

"Ye-yes." you found yourself mumble again. You heard him chuckle before he slipped his index finger past your lips. Your pupil dilated in shock.

"Suck on this babygurl,yeah?" he cooed placing one hand behind your head to push it forward against his engulfed finger. You couldn’t help rolling your tongue over his finger erupting a groan from him. He cursed and took out his finger to replace it with his lips against yours.

"My gurl is so perfect.. " he praised between the harsh kiss before pulling you off the ground. His hands started exploring all over your back as he steadied you on the floor. You moaned against his lips wanting more. His hands groped your ass pulling you further against his manhood. Your lips parted.

"My gurl wants some more?" he chuckled spanking your ass lightly. His hand traveled up to your chest and grope your breasts through your clothes,"Do you like it,mh?"

"Ye-yes.."

"Who am I to reject such beauty,huh?" he chuckled and was about to start unclothing you but suddenly your phone rang. The sudden ringtone taking you out of your daze. Your mind came to sense finally. You screamed in horror as you push the blonde off you. You quickly pulled up the laces of your dress over your shoulder

"Wha-what are you!" you screamed trembling in fear. Taking quick steps off him.

"You-Jesu-"

He tsked cutting you off,"Don't complete the word,darling"

When he saw you furrowing in confusion,his face broke into a smirk. He clicked his fingers together and you saw him getting vanished just like the demon last night.

"Wa-wait-" you tried to reach out but it was late. He was already gone. However, you heard his deep voice echoing in your room.

"babygurl,the name is felix if it concerns. "

You were crazy. Crazy would be an understatement. You were getting lunatic. Your world almost collapsed in front of you as you looked at the painting laid on the art paper. You woke up today and found it on the floor.

It was you. Naked.

Yes,naked.

Someone painted you in such indecent manner that you could barely think of. Your sleeping face lying one side of the bed. Your naked body sprawled out with your breasts barely covered with a white satin cloth. However,your cleavage was on full display while your legs rubbed up against each other as a moan leaving your lips. You didnt even miss the sweats dripping from your forehead from the outburst orgasm you were having on that art paper.

"How-how on-!Absurd!" you gritted your teeth though the blush on your cheeks were prominent.

Your face darkened and your skin hair erected suddenly. You lived alone. Who in the earth painted you and dropped it here inside your bedroom! You did check the doors,windows every night and you were sure of that.

For the past weeks,you felt someone watched you sleeping. You even felt faint touches here and there of your body as if someone was admiring you. Sometimes you would wake up the next morning to find some colors or broken nibs of color pencil split out on the floor. You did find it strange. However,everything was getting strange with you for some weeks.

Your eyes welled up clutching the painting. Something was wrong with you. You knew you hadn't hallucinated those two shadows or two men. They were real. The touches were. You felt humiliated in your own rented apartment.

"What's going wrong with me..what's gone wrong " you sobbed alone. You threw the painting away, "Fuck YOU! all of you!WHATEVER THE THING YOU ARE!" you broke down. You angrily took the painting to tear it down,then you noticed the signature. The italic letters.

Your fingers traced the words, "Hyunjin.."

After taking shower that night, you tucked yourself in your bed. You felt relieved after crying out loud in the shower for an hour. You tried so hard to tear the painting but couldn’t make up your heart to do so. There was something mesmerising, some force preventing from doing so. You could feel the passion in that art.

You snored a bit as you changed your side. You didn’t feel it's presence yet fortunately. Though the artist slowly hovered over you till his hot breath coated your skin. You moaned out sleepily as he placed some soft kisses on your neck. Your breath hitched as the soft kisses soon turned into love bites. Marking your delicate skin with his sinful teeth. Your eyes shot wide open as he bit the skin of your collarbone a bit rough.

"OH LORD!" the words slipped instantly out of your mouth seeing one of the most handsome faces hissing merely an inch away off your face. You forgot all the struggles, rather kept staring at his delicate features. His black bangs falling over his forehead. His dark eyes illuminating dominance. His sharp jawline was a cherry on top. His red lips parting a bit wide,taking it's sweet times after bruising your skin. He smirked seeing you checking him out despite your previous grudge against him.

"Hyunjin.." you were shocked that this name slipped out of lips. He offered you a sweet smile,"I knew my girl would recognise me.."

You didnt know why and how. Your mind, your body, your existence somehow knew it was the artist of that explicit painting. The man from the first night.. The more you looked into his eyes,the more you became drunk dazed. You didn’t know when he pressed his lips against you. Biting your lips for entrance. He bit your lip harsh eliciting a moan. Taking his chance to push his tongue inside. Exploring your mouth with his tongue.

"Such a sweet thing.. " he cooed. You tried to protest but you couldn’t move as if you were paralysed. You almost screamed out when he slipped his hand under your night dress. His cold fingers brushed against your breast playfully to make you escape lewd sounds for his fun. You were the toy of him. At least for that night.

He smirked and groped one of your breasts before pulling the gown off your shoulder.

"We don't need this,do we?" he chuckled and threw the gown somewhere in the room. You tried to cover yourself to save the minimum dignity that was left within you despite your desperateness. But he tsked,"No honey..They say never hide a masterpiece from an artist"

You cried out as he pinned both of your hands above your head with that. You spoke, "but-but you are not a human..."

He laughed and grind against you,"Can a human satisfy you like this?" You groaned pushing your hips up for more friction.

You were staring at this demonic man like a pervert as he unzipped his pant and freed his erection. You badly wanted to cover your eyes,push that heavenly monster off you but rather you were oggling at him. As if you were under some spell. An incubus' spell.

He called you a masterpiece but the actual masterpiece was there in front of you - hovering over you like a spider.

"You have been eyeing for quiet some time,sweetheart" he mumbled against your ear giving you a hard spank.

"I-im sorry!" you cried out. None ever humiliated you to this extent.

"I dont think you're enough sorry for eye fucking an incubus.." he tilted his head with another spank on your ass. You hissed in both pain and pleasure, "I-I am.."

"If you're sorry,scream my name the whole night." he smirked running his thumb over your clit wetting it more," I want every fucking incubus of this world to know who's fucking you inside these four walls"

He groaned pushing two fingers inside of you. You squirmed around his digits. "Hyunjin.."

"Yeah sweetheart?" he asked curling his fingers inside.

"Too-too deep!"

"But sweetheart it's still just my fingers.." he chuckled increasing his pace. You were a crying mess back then. Gripping your sheets frantically as your stomach felt tingling inside.

"I-Im -Hyunjin I'm-" you screamed his name feeling your orgasm near. You were on the ecstasy, too high to think what your neighbours would say about your late night screams.

"HYUNJIN-GOD-whaat?" you looked at him in shock when he suddenly pulled out his fingers. "Why would you PULL OUT!" You screamed in agony. You were frustrated about the knot forming inside. Your whole body was on like needles,aching to come out and flood his sinful fingers. And there he was. Smirking at your helplessness.

He just laughed out in response before lining up his thick cock at your entrance. You bit your lips to suppress the moans as he pushed the tip throughout your wet walls.

"Gosh!you feel so tight!" he groaned against your ear while pushing his whole length inside. His fingers intertwined yours. He didn’t even give you time to adjust rather started thrusting his hips into you.

"HYUNJIN!"

"FUCK YES!Scream my name like this baby" he muttered under his breath increasing his pace. His huge cock was hitting your cervix each time. You were a moaning mess wrapping your legs around his thin waist. Everything about him was perfect. His sculpture, his demeanour & also his cock..

You cried out in pain as his girth spread your cunt apart. You were screaming his name in pleasure. No one had ever fucked you like this. So much pain yet too much pleasure.

Your eyes rolled back as he pulled out for a mere second,only to push back his cock in double force.

"FUCK! Like this-"

"Open those damn eyes and look at me. You gotta know who's ruining you" he growled and thrust harder. Your fingers dug into his flesh. Tears started rolling down your cheeks. The pleasure was too much. Everything around you was shaking so was your greedy body..

You felt your pussy wall clenching around his cock. A knot forming on your lower abdomen. He chuckled,"My sweet girl is gonna cream my cock, hm?"

You nodded biting down your lips,too ashamed to confess.

"If you wanna cum, you need to answer me or I stop" he threatened rubbing your already sensitive clit to make you whimper. He was really testing your patience.

"Please-im-I wanna cum!" you pathetically begged moving your hips back and forth against him. The last thing you wanted to remain undone. You gripped his shoulder, afraid of him leaving you undone again, "Please hyunjin...?" you meowed staring into his red eyes.

"Be specific with your needs baby " he hissed giving you a rough thrust as his fingers twisted your nipples.

"I-I want to-I want your cock.." you couldn’t even finish before his growl interrupted you. He took upon his pace and rocked his hip into you. Your fingers dug onto his shoulder. Your lips parted wider in pleasure as another knot formed into you.

"I-I'M CUMMIN-" you screamed out the words when you came onto his cock. He smirked placing french kisses on your face while taking out his cock in and out of your sensitive cock.

"Too-too much can't!" you squirmed underneath him.

"I still need to ruin you with my seeds,babygirl" he growled and with a few more strokes hitting your gspot, he reached his orgasm. He grabbed your chin and pulled you into a rough kiss. He steadied his cock deep into your cunt as he unloaded his cums into you. Pushing his so called seeds deeper into your cunt. You moaned against his lips feeling the sudden warmth of his juices inside

"Such a sweet cunt taking every seed of me" he chuckled in your ear pushing his juices deeper.

He took his sweet time before pulling out his wet cock. He then placed two kisses on your both eyes patting your hair,"sweet girl with sweet cunt deserves her sweet sleep now"

You were sleeping like a dead body after your cursed out sex with the first incubus. Hyunjin was lying beside you playing with your hair. He was humming a tone while tracing your cheeks. Tricking you into a deep slumber.

"You know you can come out of your hiding now" he chuckled looking at the mirror. Then all of a sudden a strong blow of wind rushed out of the mirror scattering one or two things off the bed side table. The flower vase fell into the floor and you groaned at the sound. Clutching more to hyunjin's side while sleeping as if you were his pet. He patted your back,"ssh,sleep sweetheart"

"Wow easy there felix.." hyunjin hissed as felix's aura lunged at him-stopping just an inch from both of you.

"We dont want our princess to wake up,do we?" hyunjin reasoned with a smirk.

"Our princess,huh?" felix chuckled back before his eyes turned red completely.

"No,my bad. My princess.. " hyunjin replied with a smug look and placed an intentional kiss over your forehead causing Felix to growl. He left your side and walked over the mirror to only get attacked by felix. Felix was now grabbing his neck against the mirror,his fangs threatening to come out.

"She already chose me,Felix. Just back out already. " he coughed out.

"Oh!did she?"felix started laughing and unhold his grip on hyunjin's neck. Hyunjin furrowed and carefully circled around the other.

"She already chose me over you Felix. Her soul yearns for me if you haven’t understood the fact yet,young boy"

"Oh?is it?We will see if she even wants to see your bloody face after waking up the next morning.." Felix muttered the last words with a smirk.

"Are you going to pull your as usual innocence card on her?" the elder asked staring into his eyes and continued with a chuckle, "She won't even fall for it,she's already fucking ruined."

"And devil says innocence is the bestest art of seduction"

Author note:This is first complete smut I've ever written so sorry for the mistakes. There would be a final chapter to finish "red lights" from SHE CHOSE ME,DID SHE? series. Tysm for reading.

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bettysupremacy · 2 months

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i saw you say you’d do au’s soooooo

could I get soulmate!steve x reader where your soulmate has the same marking as you, and Steve remembers reader from their past life together but she doesn’t? Obv it’s okay if not🫶🏻🫶🏻

i luv steve harrington thank u for the request!!

Within the depths of darkness, a swirling web ensnares a clandestine crew of crooks and thieves. They slink through dimly lit corners, every move silent and calculated. With nimble feet and still hands, they lie and wait, anticipating the perfect moment to strike. They’re swift with their work, moving forward, and forward till..

It’s a stark contrast from where you lay, warm and baking on the courtyard lawn, the book of thieves blocking the glaring sun from your eyes. You’d come to people watch the frisbee players, the picnickers, and studiers. But now, you lie with a book, above a blanket that has baked under the summertime sun.

“Fuck,” you murmur, glancing around at your surrounding peers. Your book has cut you.

A drop of blood forms at the tip of your thumb, gathering into a tiny bead. Without thinking, you instinctively put it in your mouth and hastily wipe it off on your leg. The book falls into the grass, forgotten and unmarked as you close your eyes. The soft hum of your music as the wind blows over your bare arms and leg lulling you idly.

Who knows how long I've loved you; You know I love you still

You can't remember where you've heard the song before, but it continues to hum. It's a distant memory as the quiet guitar tune circles your mind.

Will I wait a lonely lifetime; If you want me to, I will

The Beatles.. yes The Beatles lull you into a halcyon state. You’re lethargic as you stretch your legs, pulling them back up to bend at the knees, feet flat on the ground to mirror your back. The Beatles are pretty vintage, you suppose, maybe it’s from a past life. Regardless, It’s a pretty song. Whoever showed it to you had taste.

The air shifts, the wind no longer hitting you cooly. It’s subtle, but you notice. The sun seems to dim, and your space now seems to be shared. Maybe someone’s lost their frisbee and it’s ended at your feet, maybe the clouds have taken the day back, or it’s someone asking about your book.

Do you look? Maybe you should look. You glance, just a peek really, and.. it’s a boy. A boy that stands in the way of the sun. A boy who seems to have a halo around his head as you lift your hand to shield your eyes. No, just the sun.

The boy is tall, nearly casting a shadow over you as he stands. His shoulders are broad, but his lean, pretty frame, catches your eye. You feel discombobulated as you stare, the heat of the day now disagreeable. You feel feverish. He’s warm and inviting, handsome in a boyish way.

“Hello?” He says again, no less kind from the first you didn’t hear, you’re sure.

You pull out an earbud, confused and curious.

“Hello,” you’re sure your voice betrays your uncertainty of this situation.

His nose scrunches at the earbud he didn’t see, embarrassed. He points to your shoulder, seemingly shy. Your mark glows blue brazenly against the warm evening sun. You poke at it, expecting the color to fade, to be a trick. A mirage your eyes, of your mind, you’re not sure.

You look around the courtyard hastily. Nobody’s mark is the same cerulean blue. There’s an athletic boy across the courtyard, mark purple and un-similarly shaped. Another sits on a blanket, mark pink, and resting on his cheekbone. Numerous students surround you; none shining as brightly blue you are.

“Have you seen-“

He drops his jacket. “We’re soulmates.”

You pause. That’s your mark for sure. It sits in the same place as yours, shifted by the muscle he’s grown in his boyhood.

“Are you sure it’s me?”

He laughs, not unkindly. “Who else would it be?”

You laugh, if only for his sake, wringing your fingers apprehensively. The cut on your thumb stings as your pointer finger brushes it. The boy notices, frowning and taking a step back as to give you air. You don’t want him to think you’re disappointed, the opposite really, but surely the universe hasn’t blessed you with someone this pretty. Pretty lips and cheeks, both tinged pink now. Strong cupids bow, and kind, kind, eyes. He looks familiar.

“I’m sorry for springing this-“ he begins, but you cut him off.

“I’m not sure how to respond.” You laugh anxiously. How do people respond? You’re sure you’ve dreamt this a thousand times, each time seeing the shadow of the boy in front of you. What did you say then?

Instead, he gives you his hand, helping you off the blanket your dorm mate had helped you fold into the tote that lays dormant at your feet.

“I understand.” His eyes are so honest, you wonder if he’s ever told a lie, fibbed, or misled.

“I’m embarrassed.” You laugh shyly, picking at the loose thread on your shorts. “If i’d known..”

He doesn’t say anything, desperate for the touch he hasn’t felt in this lifetime. Pulling you in, he startles you with familiarity. One hand immediately moves to the dip in your back while the other wraps securely around your shoulder. Slowly, you reciprocate his touch.

“I’m wearing..” he pauses, laughing a little into your hair. “pretentious dinner clothes.”

Your face presses into the fresh linen of his breezy button up shirt. It’s blue, and soft, and it smells of oranges and fabric softener. It is a bit pretentious. Do you have a boyfriend now? It seems like you have a boyfriend now.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs into your hair. “If I’m coming off as desperate, i’ve been missing you.”

He’s secure around you, tight but comforting, though your breathing is stressed as confusion grasps its arms around you. Squeezing in between you and the boy supposedly made for you.

“Missing me?” You ask.

“I remember it all,” he admits. “It all, Y/N.”

You pull away, the touch no longer desired, just like the summer sun. You know you’ve met this boy in different lifetimes, but you didn’t know he could remember. You didn’t know anyone could remember.

“I don’t,” you frown up at him. It aches his soul of generations. “I don’t remember, why don’t I remember?”

He shrugs assuringly. You were able to remember last time, he thinks, but he doesn’t say that. “It’s okay.”

You tug your tank down self consciously, adjusting your summer shorts by the cinched waist. The blue and white striped fabric breezes against your thighs in the august wind.

“I want to remember, though.”

“I know,” he grabs your elbows, feeling the skin of your arms almost desperately, like he’s been waiting forever. “But I have you again, you’re real, you’re here, with me.”

Your mark burns warm blue, heating your shoulder. It glows against the boys face as he looks down curiously. The boy. You don’t even know his name, but you know he’s destined for you.

“What’s your name?”

His startled eyes upset you. You should remember this, they say, why don’t you remember this. “Steve.”

“What a short name.”

There’s a smile playing on his lips. “Steve Harrington.” He corrects.

“Does Steve Harrington have a middle name?”

“John,” he laughs, you’re so you. “My dads name.”

“John.” You test the syllable in your mouth. “Steve.”

“C’mere,” he gravels, tugging your arm gently.

Slowly, to his delight, you work your way into his arms again, chest aching with familiarity. There’s a crowd forming, the blue of your shoulder catching the many eyes of the college lawn. Blue only means one thing, and it’s a rarity to see it in person. You dig your face into his chest and he sways.

“People are looking.”

“Good,” he says halfheartedly. “I’ll tell you everything, spare no detail.”

“Ok,” you nod.

“You loved the 80s.”

You laugh weakly, yearning for the memories he contains in front of you like a shoebox. “I was around for the 80s?”

“Were you?” He laughs. “You thrived.”

You grin, pulling away from him. He roams your face, fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He draws over the slope of your nose and the hills of your cheeks, drinking in the feeling of you so fully in front of him. This isn’t another one of his heart achingly evocative dreams.

His eyes darken for a moment as he watches the expressions cross your soft face.

“I really missed you.” He murmurs, solemn, almost.

“I missed you too.” You whisper, though more for the comfort of the shining boy in front of you, and he can recognize this.

A whine scratches his throat like a kicked puppy. “Don’t ever do that to me again.”

You don’t know what he’s referring to. What memory he’s conjured in the wake of you, but you nod agreeably anyways.

“I promise.”

He leans down slowly, surely testing the waters. Internally, you panic.

You always thought it unreal when the soulmates frenched in movies. It felt rushed, insubstantial. He doesn’t now anyways, pressing a slow kiss to the corner of your mouth achingly. It’s soft, his lips are soft. You wonder if he can taste the balm you lazily applied while lounging in the sun that’s now dipped into the skyline. Pulling back, he smiles. Cherry in this life too.

“I know.”

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imaginesforeons · 5 months

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Can we get some more stuff with your yandere! nanami? it could be anything like even your headcanons about how he treats his darling ! I really like the way you write him!

Yes!! Any excuse to write my man. I hope this is ok, and if you want more, feel free to ask.

Not Your Room (Yandere!Nanami x Reader)

~You wake up somewhere completely foreign to you~

CW: Past kidnapping. Yandere Nanami. Vomiting but that's because reader is dizzy.

Word Count: 1,178

Reqs are OPEN! At the top of my page you can see what fandoms I write for, so DM me with your ideas!

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You woke up in a bed that was not your own.

The first thing you’re aware of is a weight across your legs, then a warmth around your body, and, finally, the plush sensation of sheets and pillows cradling you. It was almost enough to drag you back down to the impossibly deep sleep you fought your way out of. Almost, but not quite, because this was not your bed.

You took a moment to breathe, bracing yourself before opening your eyes, only to wish you’d kept them shut.

You weren’t in your bed, and you were definitely not in your room. All of it was completely foreign, so unlike your own home that you might as well have stepped into a separate country for how unfamiliar everything was. The room was dimmed with only one lamp on, but you could see off-white walls and beige curtains, no colorful accents but for the single blue throw draped over a chair in a corner. It was like the owner had never dared impress any of their own personality into the room, and you had woken up in an interior design catologue.

Could you be hospitalized? If you were, wherever they had put you was surely thousands of dollars out of your budget. It was bland, yes, but just from a single glance you could tell that everything was top quality.

You forced your body to sit up with a grunt, limbs oddly heavy, casting your eyes around the room, searching for your things, only to pause. Beside a door was a pair of shoes; a pair of men’s shoes. If you were in a hospital, it would make no sense for a man to leave his shoes in your room, not if they were a doctor or visitor. You swallowed, and this time looked around the room with new eyes. Other than the shoes, you saw a bedside table with a book resting on the top, a suitcase set on the chair that held the blue afgan, and opposite from you bed was a door cracked open just enough for you to see a bathroom rug.

You weren’t in a hospital, you were in someone’s house. You stiffened, and you found yourself fisting your hands into the white sheets beneath you.

Your panic was cut off when you heard the creak of a doorknob turning. Jerking, you slid from the bed to stand and hide from whoever was coming, but instead you nearly crumpled to the ground. A sudden dizziness overtook you, black speckled at the corners of your vision, and a rushing pounded through your ears, deafening and clouding everything around you.

“-sy. Take deep breaths.” A voice, also male, broke through to you, and you felt calloused hands guide you back to the bed.

“Where-” You paused, rubbing your temples, a headache building up in your skull. “Where am I?”

You glanced up and gasped. Brown eyes behind wire glasses, blond hair professionally slicked back, a sharp face; you knew this man. Every Thursday, you’d go to a bakery a block from your house, treating yourself to something sweet. Exactly at eight in the morning, the man in front of you would walk in, buy the same thing every time, then leave. Never had the two of you shared words, or smiles, or anything more than a quick glance. What was he doing here?

“Stay calm,” your bakery aquiantance said as he guided your head back to the pillows. “You’ve been through a trauma.”

“A trauma?” you muttered. “What do you mean?”

“I can’t give you all the details yet. For now, just focus on relaxing.”

You found yourself lying back in bed, staring at the ceiling, mind trying to process what was being said yet falling oddly flat.

Suddenly, your vision was obscured as he reached for your face, and you didn't have any time to flinch back before his hands grabbed your head. Big was the only word that came to mind, before fingers were gently massaging at your scalp.

That felt nice. Your eyes started to droop, and you felt yourself sinking into that strange fog you had just struggled from. You were nearly asleep, gentle, strong fingers massaging your neck, when a thread of anxiety worked its way through you.

“My parents!” you exclaimed, sitting back up again. “I have to call them! Where’s my phone?”

The blond man sat back, dropping his hands from your face. “I’m afraid you can’t do that.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, then winced. Your head was hurting again.

“I mean you can’t have your cellphone or any other electronics without my supervision.” He put his hand on your sternum, urging you back, but you pushed him away.

You thrashed, throwing off your blankets. “What the fack does that mean?” you snapped, swinging your feet over the bed. “Where’s my phone? Where’s the rest of my shit?”

“Easy,” he soothed. “Too much movement might make you dizzy. I’m not sure how you’ll react with the drugs.”

You felt an icy cold work its way down your back.

“You drugged me?” you hissed. Now that he’d admitted to it, you did feel heavy, dizzy in a way that not even alcohol could accomplish. Even the anger you felt towards the man for what he didn’t was only there for a moment before guttering out, like a weak flame fed with damp wood.

“With propofol, yes. It’s a common anesthetic used in hospitals and other healthcare settings.”

You had to get out of here. You had to run. Stomach churning, you rolled to the opposite end of the bed, away from him, falling to the ground with a thump. You whimpered, clutching at your head. It felt like you were drowning in cotton.

Arms wrapped around you, lifting you into their hold effortlessly. A horrible vertigo washed over you, and you gripped the man’s shirt collar in front of you to at least try to stay in control.

“‘m gonna puke,” you mumbled. And then you did. All over the plush carpet.

You could feel a sigh travel through the man’s body as he stepped carefully over your mess, carrying you towards the bathroom.

“If you felt sick you should have told me earlier,” he said. It made you feel like you were being scolded.

“If you hadn’t drugged me I wouldn’t be sick,” you snapped, before being set on a toilet seat. “I have bad reactions to propofol. It makes me nauseated.”

It was hard to be angry at him. It was hard to be anything; it felt like you had an empty hole in your chest, swallowing up every emotion you tried to muster. It was the propofol, surely. A garbage can was settled between your feet before a cool hand, strong and steady, massaged the delicate nape of your neck.

You stared into the empty can, and tried to cherish the feeling. As soon as the drugs wore off and you got your lucidity back, things would be infinitely worse. Soon, everything would be real.

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mrsnancywheeler · 5 months

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midnight rain part 2 // finnick odair x f. reader

summary: finnick had pulled the plug on your relationship long ago, when he could no longer keep from you what he'd been forced into. but after you've returned victorious from your games, he knows you need him as the nightmares come for you each time you close your eyes.

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warnings: descriptions of gore, violence, death, including an eye, blood, manipulation of someone's feelings to survive, betrayal, unrequited love to resentment, mentions of a break up, relationship with lack of communication, anxiety with symptoms of nausea, allusions to trafficking but no explicit detail, ANGST, hurt/comfort, fluff, nightmares and flashbacks, if there were more I didn't get I'm sorry

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“Only two more stops, angel. Then we'll be back home." Finnick was clasping together your necklace for you as you stared blankly into the mirror. He was trying to be comforting, but it was difficult when two more stops meant he'd have to tell you soon. First you'd get through District 4, through talking about Conway, and he'd let you down when you were headed to wrap it all up in the Capitol.

“Promise?" You desperately wanted to be home, to deal with the haunting of your nightmares without having more to face every day.

Finnick couldn't really promise you'd get to go straight home after the Capitol, maybe Snow had something waiting or maybe you'd have longer to wait. So he said nothing, he offered you a small smile and kissed the top of your head. Now your innocent question left your chest pounding, why didn't he just say, yes?

“Let's go get you something to eat, angel." He offered his hand out to you which you paused before taking. There were too many secrets, you'd tried to allow him them after all he'd gone through of course he had things he still needed to process. However, this was now your life too and if they involved you then you deserved to be told. Yet you knew nothing you could say or do would convince Finnick to reveal things except his own inner clock.

“Okay." Tearing your eyes away from him as you rose from the vanity’s stool. Exhaustion was only slightly hidden in your tone.

Of course he knew why this was, besides the little sleep you'd been able to obtain between nightmares that left you sobbing into his arms, but he reasoned that currently he was doing you a favor. So he said nothing further on the subject as you walked out of the train car only awaiting the difficult day ahead.

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When your name was called in the reaping you could have sworn your heart was going to fall right out of your body. All the blood was rushing straight to your head and your body begged you to just collapse then and there. But the performance had already begun, everyone would be watching to see how District 4’s female tribute acted. Would she be cocky and strong? What about scared and fleeting? You already had to start forming an image as you walked up the stage on shaky legs.

When you saw his face as you approached the steps you could no longer push away the incoming tears from at least briefly shedding. Finnick. All he'd said he would to protect you, the poor boy who pushes you away claiming it was to keep you safe from a looming danger that he would not reveal. Eyes are windows to the soul and his showed how his heart was being violently crushed on top of the hastily thrown on bandages for its past cracks and bruises.

Maybe your eyes showed the same thing to whomever was paying attention to them, whoever was really trying to get inside this tribute’s head. Perhaps it would benefit you if they did, to be seen as a hopeless romantic needing to get home for an unseen love. Thoughts of how you would perform filled every crevice of your brain and the Capitol escort reached inside the bowl to pull out a male tribute's name.

Her voice was like a sickly, sweet syrup, cotton candy that was melting down the stick on a hot day as she let out a heavy breath into the microphone.

“Conway Delmare!” Your heart pounced up, maybe the odds were in your favor after all. Part of you wanted to shake the forming idea off, it was cruel, mean, unfair, but so is everything else, this is life and death.

He walked onto the stage with confidence and he gazed at you with pity. Pity. Is that what sealed his fate? An ‘I don't need your pity, I pity you for what I'm about to do.’ The two of you shook hands, his was firm and calloused, yours soft and fleeting. That feeling he'd always found so entrancing about you, how delicate you were with your looks, your smiles, your touch, your voice, but unbeknownst to him the same thing could not be said of the part of your soul plotting his demise.

Looks could be faked and you mustered every feeling that represented your heart's visceral reaction to Finnick straight into Conway’s deep, midnight eyes and the look he gave back to you showed that he fell for it hook, line, and sinker. So as you were led to say your familial goodbyes you began mentoring yourself on exactly how you'd already begun playing this game and your hard work would not be put to waste.

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There was only a matter of minutes before you made your grand appearance in front of District 4, in front of Conway's family and your stomach was in knots. At the time you began hatching your tactics to win you didn't have time to think about how everyone would view you for it. If the Capitol thought you were a Princess, a damsel in distress who had to fight for herself like she was in some sort of twisted fairy tale then the districts, your district saw a manipulator, a sly girl who couldn't just harm the usual way but made cuts into people's hearts. You played the game too hard and too well to be forgiven.

Heckling was something you were prepared for, you doubted the Peacekeepers would let it happen for long, but if it did you'd deserve it you reasoned. What would hurt the most would be staring at Conway’s mother who'd once made you snacks after school, his father who'd tell you fantastical stories about his job, his younger sister who wanted to mimic everything about you, and his older sister who comforted you when Finnick had broken your heart, knowing that you had exploited these relations to leave him dead in the muddy marshlands of the arena. They would resent you just as much as you resented yourself for it. There was no space in your heart to blame them for this, just mind hollowing guilt.

“You gotta stay with me, sweet girl " Finnick’s arm around your waist brought you back to the present, out of counting down the seconds until you faced the consequences of your actions.

“I'm gonna be sick." Anxiety always had you dry heaving, desperate to be free of the gnawing inside.

“No you won't. C’mon, angel, you step out there, say the speech on the card, smile, avert your eyes no matter how difficult, and then you come right back to me." His reassuring smile was usually infectious like the sunshine, like Conway’s had once been.

“He should be going right back to them, Finnick. I'm such a terrible person." You didn't realize how cold your face was until he was wiping away the tears falling.

“No you're not, that's what they want you to feel. But you're not, you did what you needed to do. It's not your fault if you decided to play smarter." Someone was shouting something and you knew it was time for you to go, to do exactly as Finnick had instructed no matter how difficult. You reluctantly pulled away from his comforting hands, “I'm not going to wipe all the tears, it'll help. Not because you're manipulative, but it shows you are how you present yourself, remorseful."

You nodded and sniffled, hands tightly gripping the card with the speech. He gave you a reassuring nod as you took slow steps to the doors, preparing to dissociate completely from the people who lie ahead. Panem today, Panem tomorrow, Panem forever.

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“We should keep heading east, put enough distance between us that we can think of a plan to ambush their camp before they ambush us." Conway was leaned up against a tree as he wiped the sweat off his brow, the mugginess was making you both claustrophobic.

“I'm not sure why we split anyways, it would have been easier to take them by surprise immediately, if that was your plan." Exactly, his plan didn't make sense. It made you tense, put you on edge, which was a terrific achievement considering the current predicament.

“I told you, I heard Birch talking.” His voice was brisk, usually it was more playful. Conway usually had a tone of cold strawberries on a hot summer day, but now it was like they were just as hot and mushy as the weather.

You nodded cautiously, the tides were changing. Every vein pumping blood echoed through your head, he was off, this was all wrong. He'd checked off nearly every box you'd expected, so why was he diverging from the script now? Adrenaline was pushing through your legs, you were ready to run, it shook through your arms, he had the spear and the knives in the bag. Stupid. Too much trust and you were basically defenseless, you should have prepared for this outcome as well.

“So what's the plan until then?" Your voice exuded relief and trust, but he'd known you for too long to not notice the tapping of your foot. Signaling how ready you were to bolt if things went awry.

Conway looked down a second and scoffed, “I think you've caught onto that by now."

Just like that you were hurtling through the marsh, darting around the trees, and as the breeze screamed wildly through your hair, your jacket, everything was too loud. You weren't sure what was his pounding footsteps and what was your heart in your ears with all the overstimulation. Him screaming your name was; however, loud enough to distinguish.

He'd always been an unbalanced climber so your instincts decided to send you barreling up the nearest tree. You were too slow and his hands clawed into your legs, so you screamed and kicked, but he pulled you down regardless. Hitting your head with a thud that made all noice cease for a second. Tears filled your vision, you were desperately trying to push yourself away with your legs and forearms, but he had you pinned down.

“Did you really think I would believe you would just suddenly stop loving him? After years of me pining for you, suddenly now was a good time for you to realize you'd felt the same?" His laugh was biting and you shook your head as burning tears covered your face in desperation. He should have hit you with the spear but somewhere he'd abandoned it, you shouldn't have let the adrenaline take over because sometimes between then and now he'd grabbed the knife too. It was all so personal.

" Conway, please, it's not like that.” You thrashed wildly, digging your fingernails into his hands trying to get him to drop the weapon that with one sure slide could put an end to your backbending efforts.

" It's not like you thought I would do anything for you, even though you turned me aside for years, for him? He doesn't even want you, but you only really see me when it saves you. But it's not gonna save you this time, princess.” He jammed the knife down as you pulled your body every which way, screaming as he missed his target and landed on your side. “What did I beat you at your own game? Did you think I was dumb enough-"

Before he could finish his own screams filled the wind when you let your instincts take over, jamming your thumb into his eye. Blood poured from it as he instinctually went to cover it, you kicked him further off of you. Your eyes greedily searched for the spear as you propelled yourself off of the ground.

“Damn you!" He yelled as he tried to see through the river of blood pouring over one of them. Finally you saw the weapon he'd discarded and hastily scrambled for it. Using every concentrated muscle possible to aim it straight into his chest without pause. The impact caused his already stumbling self to crash onto his back. His cries overtook the arena and your senses were once again flooded. There was no time for sympathy when he was still breathing and eager for your cannon to go off before his, so you approached his body and pushed the spear further in. The cannon rang out and you gave an exhaustive sigh of relief, wiping your face of its grime.

There was no time to rest when you'd heard a branch snap and whirled around only to see Birch. A perfect loop for what would haunt you.

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This time when you woke up it was the numbness that hit. Thinking about how the sunshine ray of a boy who'd always supported you had been snuffed away because of you. You damaged him, Conway would've been happy to live a quiet seaside life with your families, kids and candy, he was so kind until you tore it all up with that urge to win. Maybe if you hadn't been so dark and dreary to his rays of sunlight he would have happily sacrificed himself for you and sent you back with a wish to take care of his family.

All to be with the man keeping you warm and safe now, from the ghosts of your own memories. You could feel his ocean eyes boring into you as you stared at the ceiling, he probably hadn't slept at all.

“Finnick?" Your voice sounded foreign to you, it was as if you were above yourself.

“Yes, angel?" His breath fanned into your neck, his nose nuzzling into the side. It relaxed you so well that it made you feel worse. Why did you deserve that comfort?

“If this had never happened, if it hadn't been my name, would you have come back to me?" Your body was stiff and freezing. If you had broken Conway's kind, overflowing heart for this kind of love you at least needed to know the truth.

“I'm sorry, I want to keep you so safe, so above it all, but I can't anymore." Finnick shook his head into your shoulder as he sat up, taking a deep breath. His eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep and the fact he was holding back waterworks he didn't want to show anyone. “President Snow, ever since I won-" He was getting choked up on his words and you rubbed his shoulders, trying to relax his tensed muscles. “I'm popular, my love, the Capitol darling and so he lets people buy me." Finnick's voice was so quiet it could have been snapped in half with scissors.

The courage it took for him to open up about that was unfathomable to you so you just wrapped your arms around him as tightly as you could. He'd left because he was ashamed, you felt bile rising in your throat, how could you have ever felt let down by him when he was battling so many demons everyday in isolation?

“Angel, I don't know what this means for you. That's the worst part, that's the selfish part. I should have given you more time to prepare, but I wanted to help you deal, but I can't.” He was crying and it was tearing your soul apart. " You deserve to know what could happen, they've already dubbed you with a nickname, you're so popular, it almost feels inevitable. Yet my heart drops in my chest every time it crosses my mind because you deserve so much better.”

You pulled your body away from his, catching his warm face in your cold hands." So do you.” It felt like a weight had been lifted from his chest as you whispered this out and he embraced you once again. Pulling you back down to lie within the confines of the pillows. He would still struggle to vocalize all of his inner traumas with you, but you were a saving grace. So understanding, someone who at the end of the day he could wrap his arms around feel like he was at home with. Where he would think about collecting sea shells rather than the cruelty of the Capitol.

“I love you." He let his honeycomb voice sit in the stagnant air, but wouldn't let you respond. “I know, my love. I know, you show me all the time."

You had no clue what lay ahead for either of you, but you had each other to help, to understand, to stare at the waters of District 4 with and know in at least that sense you were safer than most.

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thank you so much for reading, comments, reblogs, likes, and feedback is all super appreciated. I have so many more ideas for Finnick but I'd been thinking about the games themselves and needed to get my thoughts out. so if you want to see more of my writing let me know!

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iheartyouyou · 9 months

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SWEETHEART | Jeremiah Fisher

Summary: After your parents file for a divorce, you’re forced to move in with your mom’s friend until the divorce is finalized. You wished you could stay with your dad and your friends, but when you meet Jeremiah Fisher, that changes. And now you’re wanting to stay in the Cousins. Too bad things don’t last forever.

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Authors Note: I’m like actually so sorry for not updating. I’ve just been really unmotivated but since season 2 is out I’ve gotten more motivation and energy to continue the series! Not proofread (like always) but please let me know if you want to be on the taglist or if I missed you! (it wouldn’t let me tag some ppl for some odd reason.)

“Y/N, wake up!” You hear someone whisper.

You mumble something you don’t even remember, shoving your face deeper into a pillow. You think whoever was trying to wake you left, and so just as you were about to fall back asleep a pillow hit your back.

You look up to see Jeremiah with a pillow in his hand… and he was shirtless. You lazily stared at his abs before he smacked your face with pillow.

Fuck, did he notice?

“C’mon! It’s Belly’s birthday, we gotta go get up before her.” He says.

“Wha—“ You start, cut off with another pillow to face. You reach your arm out to snatch the pillow away, but he pulls it out of your reach.

“What time is it?” You ask, rubbing your eyes.

“8:00”

“What the hell—“

“It’s Belly’s birthday, we gotta decorate the kitchen before she wakes up.” He explains, throwing the pillow back onto your bed.

It was her birthday? Shoot, why didn’t anybody tell you? You would’ve gotten her a gift, you know you just met her and all but still.

“I’ll be down in a bit.” You mumble, shoving your face back into your pillow.

Maybe you could get her a gift later? What does she even like?

“Okay, make sure to brush your teeth… I can smell your breath all the way from over here.” He exaggerates, jokingly grimacing as he plugs his nose.

“Shut up!”

And before you knew it, you were back asleep. You were exhausted from the night before. After Belly joined in on your guys’ movie marathon, she shortly fell asleep and whenever you would close your eyes for longer than 5 seconds, Jeremiah would be the one to poke you, waking you up. It wasn’t until after the movies were over, Jeremiah woke Belly up and the two didn’t even have a chance to leave before you were passed out.

You rubbed your eyes hastily, jumping out of bed after you heard the multiple “heys” coming from downstairs.

Grabbing the first shirt and shorts you saw, you sped walk downstairs, following the voices.

“….Conrad, uh, do you wanna give Belly your present?” You hear Susannah ask.

It’s quiet for a few moments, before Conrad responds, “Sorry… I forgot.”

Nobody noticed you yet as you watch the side of Belly’s face fall, a small frown on her lips.

An awkward pause of silence washes over before Belly quickly recovers, “Oh. That’s cool— I wasn’t really expecting anything anyways.”

Another awkward pause happens until your mom spots you. “Ah, there’s Y/N!”

You watch as all eyes fall on you, your mom getting up from her spot on the couch and making her way to you. She pulls out a small box from her front pocket, giving it to you. She mouths the words; “We’ll talk later”

You give her a tight lipped smile, before she makes her way back to her spot. You follow quickly, giving the box to Belly as you say “Happy Birthday.”

Belly sends you an appreciative smile, “Aw, Y/N. You really didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Pfttt, of course I did.” You say, watching as she opened the box. It was a pair of earrings along with a necklace. Her smile widens, “Thank you!”

Conrad makes an excuse, before exiting the room as Belly smiles once falls again.

“Hey, why don’t we practice driving before we have to go pick up Taylor from the bus station?” You hear Jeremiah say.

Who the hell is Taylor?

“I can’t believe you would sleep in like that!” Your mom lectures you after pretty much everybody left the house. Jeremiah invited you to go witness “Belly’s terrible driving skills” but you mom quickly shot him down.

“I didn’t know—“ You start, uncomfortably sitting at the edge of her bed.

“Really? Because didn’t Jeremiah wake you up?”

“Well, yeah—“

“Jesus, Y/N. Why are you acting like this? I didn’t raise you—

“Oh, I don’t know! Maybe because you’re forcing me to stay here when I can stay with Dad!” You interrupt.

Before your mom could even get a chance to go off at you, a knock on the door stops her. She exhales before opening the door.

Susannah stands there with a smile on her face, “Hey, I was wondering if I can take Y/N out for shopping? I need to get some stuff for tonights dinner, It would be a great time to get to know her better.”

Your mom stays quiet for a moment before nodding, “Yeah, I’m sure it’ll be fun.”

You follow Susannah outside to her car, silent as you sat in the front seat. You put your seatbelt on before you realize that Susannah wasn’t making any move to put hers on.

“Y/N, look, I know how it must feel to be staying at some random strangers house. But, I’ve known your mom for a while. And she has her reasons, okay?” She tries to explain, staring at you with a look of empathy on her face.

You bite your tongue, trying to stop yourself from saying anything rude. You appreciated Susannah letting you stay here, she was nice, had amazing sons, well one of them at least, and she was an overall sweet person. It was just… you missed home. You missed your friends, you missed your dad, and it feels weird being here. You feel out of place, like an intruder. Everybody knows everybody but you.

“I just wanna go home.” You mumble, leaning your head against the car door.

She stays silent for a moment. “… Okay, how bout we make a deal?”

This perks your interest as you lift your head to look at her.

“If you still wanna go home by the end of this week, I’ll talk to your mom and see about flying you home.”

Your eyes widen, “Wait really? You’d do that?”

“Yes, but only if your mom is on board. Just try to stay on your mom’s good side until then?” She suggests, sending you a wink causing you to laugh.

“Okay, okay, deal.” You say, trying your hardest not to smile from ear to ear.

She starts the car, “I actually need stuff for Belly’s birthday dinner tonight but we can stop for some pies and eat them in the car. Just don’t tell anybody.”

By the time you’re back at the house, you notice Jeremiah’s red jeep back in the driveway. You felt fat and full after splitting a pecan pie with Susannah and just wanted to sleep it off.

You helped get the groceries out of the car, setting them inside on the counter. Your mom was nowhere to be found, thank god so you didn’t have to continue the lecture from earlier… at least for now.

As you were about to grab the last bag, you spot Conrad and his girlfriend, whatever her name is, walking to the backyard.

Oh god were they about to make out in the pool or what? Why’d he even bring her? It’s Belly’s birthday and he just brought his girlfriend over like they weren’t arguing a few days ago? Pathetic.

“Do you need help with putting these away?” You offer Susannah once your back inside, she shoos you away, claiming you should go hang out with the rest of the kids.

You shoot her a appreciative smile, your arms sore from carrying all those bags as you went from store to store.

Opening the sliding door, the first people you notice are Conrad and his girlfriend sitting on the edge, and the next thing is a net with a volleyball flying over it.

“Hey, Y/N! You’re back!” You hear Belly shout, Conrad and his girlfriend both turn to look at you but you ignore them as you make your way closer to the pool.

“Hey.” You say. You finally notice the new face next to her, a dirty blonde in a teal bikini. And you definitely don't miss the dirty look she sends you.

She waits a few moments, hoping her friend in the bikini would introduce herself but she doesn’t make any effort, still looking at you like you were gum on the bottom of her shoe.

Belly nervously laughs, “Y/N, this is my best friend Taylor. Taylor, this is Y/N. You know the one I was telling you about on the phone?”

“Oh yeah.” Taylor says, forcing a smile your way.

What the hell was her problem?

“Join us! Steven can sit out—“ Jeremiah starts, throwing the ball up in the air but catching it.

“No, no, I never agreed to that!” Steven argues, Jeremiah spins around and guessing by the look on his face or something he said that you couldn’t hear Steven groans before giving in.

“Actually we were about to go to the beach, right Belly?” Taylor speaks.

“Uh, yeah.. Y/N do you want to come?” Belly asks, looking away from her friend to look at you.

Telling by the annoyed look on Taylors face and the way she’s been looking at you, you can tell she doesn’t want you there. Or anywhere around her for that matter.

“No thanks, I’m pretty tired from shopping.” You tried to joke, chuckling to yourself.

“How could you be tired if you slept in this morning?” Taylor quips, shooting you a glare. Belly turns around to shoot her one, causing Taylor to shrug.

“Haha, yeah…” You mumble, scratching your arm. Oh god, the end of the week couldn’t come any faster.

Belly gives you an empathic look, or you think she did, you were too busy staring at your feet.

You didn’t want to go back inside because you didn’t want to seem like coward but you also didn’t want to stay if you weren’t wanted.

Jeremiah was quick to notice your awkwardness, telling you that you could dip your legs into the water on his side and so that’s what you did. Sitting on the edge of the pool, dangling your legs in the water and most important of all, sitting far far away from Taylor.

Instead of Belly and Taylor going to the beach like Taylor said they would, they play a few more rounds of volleyball until Taylor hit Conrad’s girlfriend in the face causing her and Conrad to go inside.

And soon Steven left because his girlfriend called him, causing him to almost drop his phone in the water, and because it was just Jeremiah vs. Belly and Taylor they finally decided to go to the beach.

“Hey, y’know Belly doesn’t care you slept in right?” Jeremiah says, splashing water at you. He swims closer to you, pulling himself out of the pool to sit on the edge next to you.

You roll your eyes, “Her friend does.”

“Taylor? Yeah, she’s a little cray cray.” He says, motioning it with his finger.

You laugh, shaking your head. “How long is she staying?”

“Just a few days, then we’ll be Taylor free for the rest of summer.”

The rest of summer.

“You should get in.” He says, elbowing your side.

“I don’t have a bathing suit.”

He stays silent for a moment, “So?” He pushes you into the water, your body submerging into the cold water as you shoot up coughing.

You can hear him laughing, while you’re basically choking on the chlorine filled water. “You jerk! I didn’t want to get my clothes wet!”

“You can still take them off.” He suggests, watching as you slicked your hair back.

You shoot him a playful glare, “In your dreams.”

“Every dream since I’ve met you.”

You splash him with water, “You’re stupid.”

He stares at you for a moment before tackling you under water, pulling you back up with his arm around your waist. “What’d you say?”

You wipe your eyes, trying to shove him off you but no budge. Your guys’ faces were even closer, your breath hitched. What was gonna happen?

He made eye contact with you a few times, and the times he wasn’t doing that he was staring at your lips. He started leaning in, closer and closer to the point where your noses were almost touching.

You felt like you couldn’t even breathe.

Did you even want this?

And just as he was about to move closer you shoved him away, taking him by surprise.

He backs away quickly, eyes widening.

“S-sorry.. I just… I just don’t really know you.” You say, scratching the back of your neck.

“No, yeah, yeah I shouldn’t have done that. You don’t have to apologize.” He says, eyes still as round as saucers.

“Uhrm… yeah…” You mumble, crossing your arms around yourself as you suddenly felt cold even though you were used to the water.

What a way to kill a mood. Why’d you even do that, damnit.

He nods, placing his lips into a tight line. “I’m gonna…” He closes his mouth, pointing to the house while backing up.

“Okay.” You say, nodding.

You watch him turn around, pull himself out of the water and grab a towel before he quickly goes inside

Leaving you in the pool alone as you stared at the spot he was just at.

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notacelestialbeing · 10 months

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one of the girls (yunjin x sakura x f!reader)

(requested)

synopsis: you’re in a polyamorous relationship with sakura and yunjin. sakura feels the need to have you all to yourself after she sees yunjin spending more and more time with you. so, you decide to remind the both of them that you love them equally.

warnings: polyamorous relationship, voyeurism, f!ngering, love making, explicit language, cunn!nlingus, switch!yunjin, switch!sakura, switch!reader.

songs used: one of the girls by the weeknd, jennie, lily rose depp.

word count: 1k+

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“pick; her or me?” sakura screams an ultimatum at you, leaving you with no choice but to go with what you desire the most.

“both. let me try both. whoever i like more, i get to pick her for tonight.” you answer as politely as you could.

sakura looks at you in disbelief but realizes this is the only way to go. “fine, if that’s what makes you happy then who am i to intervene but yunjin gets fucked first. i’ll be your last.” she lets out a deep breath.

yunjin could be heard struggling to open the front door with the key she had. you and sakura waited for her to make her way inside to figure out what in the inkigayo was going on.

once yunjin makes her way in, sakura immediately begins explaining what’s going on, not even letting her step a foot inside.

“can i at least come inside first?” yunjin asks.

“so, i was saying that—.” sakura pauses and steps side, letting yunjin inside.

“please continue whatever the fuck you were saying.” she says annoyed with the sudden negotiation.

you simply sit at the kitchen counter, not wanting to intrude onto the conversation. you knew well enough to not mess with your girlfriends when they were mad.

sakura gave you an ultimatum between her and yunjin because she was jealous. she knew yunjin was trying to spend more time with you ever since she walked in on you two making love. you knew that, and you knew her jealousy issues.

you only said both because you wanted to push her buttons, but she agreed either way.

yunjin started to rub her warm hand onto your arm and asked you what you wanted to do. you simply chose to do her first, that’s what your other girlfriend wished after all.

“Give me tough love

Leave me with nothin' when I come down

My kind of love

Force me and choke me 'til I pass out”

yunjin chose to sit in front of the mirror, undressed, so she could see how you touched her and how your eyes met one another while fucking each other.

however, today you had different plans. you didn’t feel like fucking, you felt like making love to her. you wanted her to feel that she wasn’t just a play toy but someone you loved as well.

you took off any clothes you were wearing, making sure to feel her skin on yours. you began kissing her neck while your hands slowly made their way to her breasts, fondling and twisting them softly.

you made sure she felt all the love in your body for her. you got up and fixated the mirror so it focused more to her pussy. you walked back and sat behind her so she could sit on your lap.

you kept fondling with her folds while placing open mouth kisses onto her skin. “baby, i need you to go faster. fuck the foreplay.” yunjin whined out and who were you to deny her that right?

you slowly pumped her in with your two fingers, going in and out as fast as you could but still not forgetting that you’re showing her how much you love her. you looked up at the mirror and saw yunjin trying to keep her eyes open, so you stop pumping just to stare into her eyes.

“you know i love you right? i’ll forever continue to show you if i have to.” you speak up.

suddenly, sakura—undressed and dripping— decided to show up. she realized how petty she was being especially since you three loved one another. but tonight, sakura just really wanted to be one of your girls.

“We don't gotta bе in love, no

I don't gotta be the onе, no

I just wanna be one of your girls tonight

We don't gotta be in love, no

I don't gotta be the one, no

I just wanna be one of your girls tonight, oh”

sakura sat down behind you, as the three of you made eye contact with one another. she made her way down your chest and down to your abdomen, teasing you as you kept flexing those muscles.

you kept your attention on yunjin as sakura kept her attention on you, all three of you showing each other how much you truly love the other. there was no sense of dominance in the room, just quiet passion flowing down your cores.

the mirror being almost like a camera, reflecting the love you were showing sakura and yunjin. you slowly lifted yunjin off of your lap and got up, placing her onto sakura’s lap before going down on her.

you jutted your tongue out onto yunjin’s pussy, not leaving a single drop of her wetness going to waste. she tasted so sweetly forbidden but so yours. she kept moaning your name as sakura played with her breasts.

you loved these girls so much, you were willing to get on your knees and worship them at all costs. luckily, you were on your knees right now.

sakura grabbed yunjin’s face and shoved her tongue into her mouth, making out with her. letting out the most pornographic sounds ever. it only made you needier.

they were your pillow princesses. yunjin started to twitch and you knew she was about to come undone. you continued to go at the same pace just harder. until yunjin finally collapsed.

orgasms with you were so magical, after all, you were the only one ever making her cum this hard.

sakura and yunjin switched spots immediately. your lips were dripping with yunjin’s juices. sakura couldn’t wait anymore, she grabbed your head and pushed you into her pussy.

you licked and nibbled at her pussy like she was your last meal on earth. you savoured what she gave you. you began to suck at her clit, giving it so much attention.

yunjin was the one making out with her neck now, her hands roaming around sakura’s body. making her feel the love. sakura had no reason to be jealous and insecure as long as the two of us existed. we loved her so much after all.

“i love you guys so much, please make me feel good. please make me cum.” sakura cried out in pleasure. her body was starting to take control over her mind. a sudden rush of adrenaline coursing through her body as she was about to cum.

you used your fingers deep into her core, pumping in and out. sakura’s hips began bucking back and forth as she squirted out whatever was left in her body. she tasted delicious.

“it’s always been you.” you chuckled out at your girls. they had no reason to be jealous of each other as long as you were loving them equally.

you all stared at each other in the mirror, eyes flooding with so much love and affection.

the sun started to slowly set as you lovebirds cleaned up each other and snuggled onto each other’s bodies, heading to your dreamlands.

the end.

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namis-gf · 4 months

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Just saw that you’re open for one piece requests and thought I’d drop by.

Would you consider writing back rub and back kisses hcs for katakuri or marco please? And best of luck with the come back ^^

anon ur so insane how did u KNOW i was thinking obsessively about katakuri for the past two weeks straight... ur too good. i meant to stick closer to the prompt but the plot kinda got away from me, sorry!

summary: strawhat!reader x katakuri meet again after many years apart during the whole cake island arc. luffy has been trying to convince him to join his crew with no success, but maybe he might listen to you?

word count: 969 words / 0.9k

cw: none? i think?

whoever said katakuri was 48 year-old eldest daughter syndrome is absolutely correct. he has so many hangups when it comes to both physical and verbal affection, most of the time preferring to passively sit by and let people bother him. case in point, your captain. instead of immediately setting sail for zou to meet up with everyone, luffy has taken it upon himself to convince the minister of flour that his presence is desperately needed on his crew. permanently.

and, if you're going to be polite about it: things aren't going well. you've watched for two days straight, luffy yelling either to the gentle giant's face (which is still quite a distance from the ground), or attempting to scale the walls of katakuri's home. neither of those particularly difficult for the rubber boy, considering the house slash castle itself seems to be basically falling apart.

you wait. nami often sits by your side, either grouching about the time, plotting your captain's demise, or napping on your shoulder. chopper and brook have taken to an almost betting ring of sorts, getting the remaining residents of komugi island to guess whether their leader will stay or go. so far, the odds aren't in luffy's favour. as usual, you might add.

at the end of their fourth extra night, luffy returns to the sunny. he looks a little downtrodden, yawning, but has somehow gotten a hold of a handful of mochi. "i think katakuri was trying to kill me again, but he lost. the food he makes is really yummy though, shishishi!"

with a sigh of your own, you offer, "let me talk to him, i have an idea."

"you do?" luffy replies, mouth full of sweets, "go ahead!"

"call if you need anything!" chopper chimes in.

nami only shakes her head. "if you don't come back, we'll assume you got trampled to death or something. so don't do that please."

"don't even worry about it, i'm basically a pro social hustler," you tell them, and begin the walk to the castle.

"so you are not a bard, or a songstress, or a very small jester. your presence here confuses me, you did not seem like someone who would ever become a pirate," katakuri tells you, his tone as solemn as ever.

"is this a roundabout way of saying i don't have any talents?" you mock-gasp with flair, "oh you wound me so!"

he stares at you wordlessly. okay, it looks like jokes are off the table.

"but you missed me right?" you try instead, putting on your biggest smile. "you missed me so bad, must be why you look so grumpy all the time."

"is your captain aware of..." he pauses, considers, "does the strawhat know of your past?"

"sort of?" you shrug your shoulders, shifting forward to adjust like you aren't already lying on one of his legs (truly the world's largest couch). "there was never exactly a good time to bring it up, ya know? like how was i supposed to say 'uh hey guys, i used to work here as the world's worst gardener before i got fired'."

"hm, that does seem difficult," katakuri nods. "i could not tell how much they knew, but you are lucky that none of my siblings happened to remember you well enough to say anything."

"small blessings for sure," you do your best to contain a laugh, however the echoing chambers of an empty castle only make it louder. "anyways, cut the bullshit. you're gonna come with me, right?"

his neutral expression shifts into something like a frown, and yet you can tell he isn't exactly angry at your presumptuousness either. "i would like to accompany you. but my duties to my... mother and the family take precedence."

"and if you left, she'd send the whole gang after you."

he sighs again. "yes, that is the most probable outcome. and i would not wish to put the strawhat crew in danger."

"that's charming," you reply, "but also really stupid. and i know you aren't a dummy, right? you've been hanging around this dreary archipelago for your whole life! don't you want to, i don't know, do something? go on an adventure?"

he doesn't respond immediately, but a large hand clumsily pats your head with his pointer finger. you grin, knowing victory must be in sight. "your totally evil mom doesn't even leave her place that often, so she won't even notice that you're gone! and tell me right now that you don't think luffy would be chomping at the bit to fight her again? be serious, mochi-mochi."

all of a sudden the ground shifts under you, and you make an embarrassing yelp as you're dragged up and up and up. katakuri holds your body by the back of your shirt, and you're only partially worried that he could drop you. death by splat on marble floor isn't appealing in the slightest. you're suspended by a shirt pinched between fingers as he squints slightly, as though looking for a secret in your expression.

"fine," he eventually says, "i will go. but if something goes wrong, do not say i didn't warn you."

"ah, you're bringing me back to old times!" you hum, making a familiar grabby hand motion for him to drop you on his shoulder. "except i think uh, the last time you warned me-"

"you got fired, yes," he says amicably, but acquiesces to your request. "left or right?"

"right! i wanna look like a really mean parrot, mr. pirate," you exclaim, laughing as he drops you gently where you'd asked. feeling mischievous, you press a kiss against his neck and watch as his face goes pink. "we should probably go make sure that you won't sink the sunny, though!"

"... and you somehow did not think to check something like that before?"

FIN (FOR NOW)

#one piece #one piece x reader #charlotte katakuri #charlotte katakuri x reader #gn!reader #requests open

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red-dead-sakharine · 5 months

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Tickles

gn!tav, RaphaelPOV, humor, sfw until Haarlep shows up, ace, body worship Cover art by the wonderful @octarinecat!

"And what did-ihihihihi!" he paused, confused. He looked down at Korrilla, who was just reporting to him. She stared at him with a bewildered expression, "Boss?"

"Yes? I don't-teeheeheeheehee!" he clutched his side, confused, irritated. What was this? What was- "Hhhhahahaha!" the laughter escaped him, despite his best efforts. It felt like something was poking his side. It was irritating. It was... it was.... "Heeheehihihihihi!" he giggled. This was embarrassing - he hated it!

Korrilla stared at him wide-eyed, then looked around. Searching for someone who might be casting a spell - but there was nobody nearby. They were alone in the devil's den. "Eeheeheeheehihihihi!" his knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, snickering and giggling. He couldn't help himself. This was ridiculous! What in the hells was going on!? He flinched involuntarily as he felt his side poked particularly hard, and another laugh escaped him.

He looked at the dwarf and she looked at him - it hit them both at the same time: "Haarlep", they said in unison. Followed by another particularly strong giggle from Raphael.

"Go and stop, whatever he'sheeheeheeheeheehee!" He screamed in rage at the involuntarily giggles.

"I got it, boss." Korrilla assured him and vanished.

The minutes following dragged on like an eternity, interspersed with soft giggles and violent laughter, so debilitating that it left him prone on the floor.

"I'm going to kihihihihihihill him!" he screamed in rage, not even able to utter a threat without being interrupted by laughter.

What was taking Korrilla so long!? His sides hurt. After some time Korrilla appeared again,... smirking?

"What are you-hoohoohihihihihihihi! AHHRR! What have you been doing!? You didn't fix it!" He would've lashed out, if he'd been able to get up for long enough.

"I am very, very sorry, boss." Korrilla exclaimed, walking over to him, "I fear you'll have to see for yourself." she offered herself to help him up, and he looked at her with murder in his eyes. Then he giggled like a little school girl and dismayed.

"GRAH fine! Bring me to him!" he demanded, and used her shoulder to push himself up, then he doubled over in another fit of laughter.

One enlarge spell later, the dwarf was just tall enough to be a serviceable crutch, as they teleported back to the House of Hope. Never before had the walk from the entrance, to his boudoir felt so long. They had to stop multiple times, because his knees gave in, as another strong attack of giggles befell him.

"I'm going to kill Haarlep and whoever he's with!" he growled ...and snickered.

After an excruciatingly long walk, they finally reached the boudoir. Rounding the pool counter-clockwise, he noticed a few figures standing to the left near the bed. And they noticed him.

"Well, here he is. It was nice, knowing you!" he heard the vampire spawn's voice from across the pool. "Chk! I hope this was worth it." the githyanki's voice added. Then he saw the gathered companions hurry towards the exit, keeping the pool between him and them.

That's right, he thought, the moment I have control over my body again, I'll shred you all to pieces! Run as fast as you can! His inner thoughts were disrupted by another silly giggle, and he growled in rage.

"There you are. Finally!" Tav was straddling Haarlep on top of the large bed. An impish smile on their face, Haarlep below them with tears of laughter in their eyes and a big smile on their face. They were still clothed, and the incubus was still wearing their leathers.

Raphael's face was the opposite of Haarlep's. Red from anger - and laughter - contorted in rage to a furious grimace. He let go of Korrilla and stood up tall to stare Tav down. They smiled at him mischievously and poked into Haarlep's side. Haarlep snickered, Raphael flinched with a grin. No! This was not what he wanted to be doing! He hated not having control over his body. These involuntary happy noises coming from his own mouth made him sick!

"Cut this out at once!" he demanded.

He could see Haarlep's tail swish across the bed in excitement. Just you wait, he thought, you're in just as much trouble as they are!

"Or what?" Tav replied, grinning from ear to ear and poked Haarlep's side again several times. Both, the incubus and Raphael started snickering.

"STOP!" Raphael commanded in between giggles, but Tav didn't listen. His knees were buckling again and he ended up on the ground, clutching his side. Korrilla shuffled away from him and the bed, towards the exit. Not leaving entirely, but she got out of the danger zone for now.

Eventually Tav stopped, looking back to him as he sat on the ground. Clutching his side in a hopeless attempt of stopping the tickles. But it wasn't his body that was being tickled. He's never felt so embarrassed, so powerless, so... helpless. He tried to catch his breath and glared at Tav with all the fury of the nine hells. He's going to flay that grin off their face for this humiliation!

"Alright. You don't like being tickled, I get it." they eventually said, as if it hadn't been obvious before, "What about this?" He inhaled to tell them to stop whatever they were planning to do, but before he could say something, Tav bent down over Haarlep and gently sucked on one of his nipples. Raphael took a shuddered breath. No! He would not be manipulated like that! He got ready to push himself up but froze when he saw - felt - Tav's hands run gently across Haarlep's - his - chest. Lovingly. Adoringly. Kisses followed - from one nipple, across the chest to the other. Now this one was being loved, gently sucked. Caressed by Tav's tongue. Raphael couldn't get himself to stand up. Haarlep wriggled slightly underneath the mortal intruder, clearly enjoying themself.

This wasn't right. He shouldn't be enjoying this! He hated this! He hated being manipulated. His body being misused like this. Never mind, that he had thought of Tav in this manner before. But he should be the one initiating. Not Tav. Not that filthy creature Haarlep. He felt Tav's hands caressing his sides - no more tickles, only love. And kisses trail down his chest towards his bellybutton. His brows pulled together and he leaned back involuntarily, enjoying the sensation. And then it stopped. He blinked to refocus, and looked to Tav and Haarlep on the bed. That stupid mortal was looking at him, smiling. They'd seen that he enjoyed this. He felt exposed.

"You know," Tav began, "the tickles were just meant to get you to come here. Because," they got off Haarlep and sat beside them on the bed, facing Raphael, "I'd much rather be doing this with the real thing." Raphael shuddered slightly. He wanted them for a long while now, though he's been hiding it behind flirtations that were too obvious, too over the top, to be taken as genuine. He never expected that his favorite misadventurer would actually think of him like this. Think of him the way he thought of them.

He pushed himself up and began moving towards the bed. Haarlep crawled up into a sitting position, grinning with mischief. He shot the incubus a death glare. It got the point across and Haarlep slid off the bed and moved towards the exit. "Have fun," they whispered as they passed Raphael, who just growled in response.

Both the incubus and Korrilla made themselves scarce now, to leave the other two to their devices. They knew Raphael wanted, nay, needed this. He had been talking about Tav nonstop, after all.

"I should flay you alive for your insolence," Raphael growled as he came to a stop before the bed. "Then I wouldn't be able to worship you, though." Tav replied matter-of-factly, then added "For what it's worth, I'm sorry. I just wanted you to come here." Raphael wrinkled his nose in anger. He wanted to scoff and be angry, but he couldn't quite manage. Not with Tav sitting on his bed in front of him. "Worship me?" he echoed, raising a brow in question. Tav simply pat the bed next to them in response.

[mood music]

He hesitated. He didn't want to relinquish control - ignoring the fact that he never had it in this situation. After a moment, he relented and climbed on the bed where Haarlep had been before. Tav smiled at him and his insides melted. Damn this stupid mortal! His frustrated thoughts dispersed into the void when Tav's hands appeared on his shoulders. They had crawled up behind him and their arms were snaking their way from his shoulders to his chest. Wrapping him in their embrace as they found the buttons of his doublet and started opening them. Slowly, one by one. It was exciting and agonizing at the same time. He wished they'd hurry up, but he didn't voice it. He just closed his eyes, feeling Tav's chest press against his back, and their arms around him, and their hands working their way through the buttons down his chest.

The doublet came off, then the shirt. Kisses on the back of his neck. He got goosebumps and cursed that his body was betraying him like this. He could feel Tav's smile as they kissed him again, and he knew they noticed. They trailed kisses along his shoulders and down his shoulder blades; their hands gently roaming across his chest, his belly, his sides. This was nothing like what Haarlep did to him. Haarlep would do foreplay if commanded to, but it was never with love nor care. This... this felt different. He felt... appreciated.

The bed shifted and he opened his eyes to see Tav crawl in front of him now. Hands on his chest, on his side. Kisses in the nape of his neck, on his chest. They ran their nose through the fluff of hair on his chest. He sighed. Damnit, he didn't mean to! More kisses on his chest. His nipples - o they were being spoiled. Sucked and caressed with a tongue. Not like Haarlep. Not rough and bitey and angry. This was unlike anything he knew. This was soft and caring and wonderful. His brows drew together again and he lifted his head involuntarily. This was nice. He felt appreciated. Kisses on his sides - where the annoying tickles had been before - yes good. An apology to his sensitive flanks. He accepted it. Kisses snaking towards his bellybutton again. He couldn't help but lift a hand to run it through Tav's hair. Soft. So soft. More kisses. He felt good.

Kisses up his chest again, paying taxes to his nipples in passing, going further up. Kisses on his neck again. He moaned. Gods be damned, he didn't mean to! A nibble on his ear, his breath hitched.

"Do you trust me?"

He nodded. Should he? His mind was fuzzy. He wanted more. More worship. That's what they called it, right?

He felt the buckle of his belt open, felt his fly unbutton. He opened one eye, looked at Tav. They gently pushed him to the side and onto his belly, sprawled across the bed. He was confused, but complied.

His pants went down. Why was he letting himself be exposed like this? He should be the one in control! He should be the one- hands on his bum. He paused. A kiss on his right butt cheek. He let his head drop onto the bed. A kiss on the left. Hands caressing his rear lovingly. He was dead and this was heaven.

More kisses up and down his butt. Then up his spine. He shuddered. Loving hands caressing his back. Kisses on his shoulders again. He could feel Tav's body brush against his rear, their legs against his, as they loomed over him. Worshiped him. Kisses up the back of his neck. A hand in his hair. He hummed in pleasure. A kiss on his cheek. He felt hot. He was sure he was blushing. Damn his body. Damn this mortal! He never felt like this with Haarlep.

Hands gently running over his torso. Another gentle kiss on his temple. He stifled a sigh. Hands trailing down his back again. Stroking his butt. Stroking his thighs. Kisses following them. A gentle lick on his right butt cheek. He shivered. What was this mortal doing to him. His little mouse. His little-- Another lick. His mind flew away to someplace else. More kisses on his rear. Loving. Caring. Not rough. Not savage with lust. Just affection. Not like Haarlep. Not possessive. Not with a single goal in mind. He grabbed the sheets, balled his fists and shuddered. This was all too much. Too much gentleness. Violence he knew. Rough he could handle. Bites and scratches and hungry humping, he knew. That's all he knew. Not this. Not these hands that stroked his body like it was a holy icon to be praised. Another kiss between his shoulder blades. Another moan escaped him. He pushed his face into the bedding, embarrassed, exposed. He should kill Tav for seeing him like this. Causing him to be like this. A hand in his hair again. A kiss on his temple. "Shhh," they whispered in his ear, and stroked his hair. Another kiss. So loving. So caring. He didn't know what to do with this affection. This gentleness. "I can't touch your wings, when you're in human form." a barely audible whisper in his other ear. He whined into the bedding in exasperation. Most mortals shied away from his true form. Were scared of it - found it monstrous. But his little mouse wanted to see it. Love it. He acquiesced and relinquished his human guise. He felt Tav dodge the wings as they appeared.

"Magnificent," he heard them breathe in awe. That's right, he thought, I am. Hands on his back. His thoughts flew away again. The hands felt smaller, now that he was bigger. But they felt just as good. As kind. They roamed up his back and towards his wings. Kisses following them up his spine again. At the base of his wings.

He felt the bed shift with Tav's weight as they climbed off him and to one side. Caring hands slowly ran along his wing. From the base up to where the joints connected, then down on the outermost spine. He shuddered at the gentle touch. It was wonderful. Too wonderful. It made him feel fuzzy. He stretched his other wing out to compensate. Kisses on his wings. He moaned. More kisses followed. Up and down the spines. Gentle hands stroking the membrane in between. This was bliss. This was rapture.

The weight in the bed shifted again, and he felt hands on his other wing. He was being tortured. Tortured with love. He didn't know what to do with it. With the affection. It was maddening and wonderful.

The hands and kisses repeated their ministrations on this wing, then moved towards his torso again. Gently wandering down his back. Like they couldn't just move to another place without touching and loving every bit of his body between here and there. A kiss on the base of his tail. He gasped, clutching the sheets more tightly. The reaction was not lost on his worshiper. Another kiss. Lips gliding down his tail, hands stroking it, kisses following it. A gentle lick. His body shook with pleasure. He couldn't think anymore. His brain had left his body. More gentle kisses. Another lick further down the tail. Hands gently kneading his tail muscles. He moaned again. He didn't care. A kiss at the very tip of his tail. A gentle suck. He was sure this wasn't reality anymore. Lips and hands working their way back up to the base of his tail, then down next to it. Another kiss on his right butt cheek. Then on his left. Hands roaming over his body. He was shivering uncontrollably now. He didn't know what to do with all these wonderful feelings. He wished someone would punch him. He knew what to do with pain. He didn't know what to do with love. Tav sank onto the bed next to him. A hand still caressing his back. He looked up - looked at them. His little mouse. They were lying next to him, head propped up with one hand, while the other was still stroking his back. He looked at them and he was powerless. They smiled at him and leaned in. A kiss on his forehead. On his nose. On his cheek. On his lips.

He could cry from bliss.

He's never been loved like this.

👉 Part 2

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cringe-but-proud · 2 months

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JESUS!!!! Y'all ask, I deliver I guess 😟

Rainy walks Home

Hobie brown x reader! Read part 1 here!

Warnings: Mild swearing, mentions of a breakup, reader gets robbed at gunpoint 💀

A/n: PART THREE HAS BEEN MADE. Didn't anticipate you guys wanting this so bad lol. But, I'm not complaining. Requests are open!

In hindsight, agreeing to close up alone was probably a bad idea.

You locked the doors to the Domino's that you worked at behind you, pulling at the door handle to make sure it was shut tight. Suddenly, literally out of nowhere, it began raining.

You sighed, cursing under your breath as you pulled your hood over your head.

It had been a little over 3 weeks since your ex broke up with you and things were going... Fine. You weren't super torn up over the breakup, but you definitely weren't happy either.

The rain began to pour down, only getting worse with every step that you took. Normally, you wouldn't take shortcuts. There wasn't really a reason to since the walk from work to your apartment wasn't that long. But, today was an acception. It was dark, and cold, and pouring down rain.

So, you turned down an alleyway.

You walked through the narrow space, listening to the sound of your sneakers as they hit the wet pavement. But, something made you stop.

You strained your ears listening for something. You didn't quite know what.

Nothing.

You continued walking, only taking a few steps before stopping again.

You heard it this time.

Someone else's footsteps.

You turned around to face whoever was behind you, but before you could fully face them, you were grabbed.

Instinctively, you screamed and began to thrash around in the person's grasp, but they were bigger than you.

"Empty your pockets." The deep voice of a man said into your ear. You tried kicking at the man and he didn't even react. "EMPTY YOUR FUCKING POCKETS." He screamed. You reached into your pockets and threw your belongings on to the ground. Your keys and your earbuds.

The man briefly looked at the items before throwing you to the ground. Before you could even think to get up and run, he was holding a gun, pouting it at you.

You screamed and shrunk into yourself, holding your hands over your face.

"Give me your bag."

You didn't need to be told twice. You were shrugging away your bag, ready to hand over whatever this dude asked for when you heard a sort of "thwip!" sound.

You lifted your head and all you saw was a flash of red and blue full force swinging into the man who was robbing you.

You watched in awe as THE actual fucking Spiderman beat down the man who'd tried to rob you. In a manner of seconds, Spiderman had knocked the man out and tied him up in webs.

You were in shock and couldn't do anything but stare with your jaw agape. Spiderman turned to you and crouched down to your level.

"Y'alright, mate?" He asked.

You blinked. "Fucking no!"

"Yeah, fair enough." He shrugged. "Let's get you up then." He held his hand out to you and, after a short pause, you took it. He pulled you up from the ground with what seemed to be zero effort and dusted off your shoulders.

"Cops will probably show up to take care of this one sooner or later." He crossed his arms and inspected you for a moment.

You became aware of the fact that you hadn't thanked him yet. "Thank you." You said, finally calmed down from the whole ordeal.

"Nah, don't mention it." He brushed you off. "Just doing what's right."

You silently picked your things up from the ground, trying to ignore the thief that was knocked out a few feet away from you.

"Want me to walk you home?" He asked.

You paused, letting his words sink in for a moment. Spiderman was offering to walk you home.

...

Why?

"You probably have better things to do." You said, shaking your head.

"Not really. People are less likely to go around committing crime when it's pouring down rain." He shrugged his shoulders. "Besides, I wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I didn't put the offer out there."

You thought over it for a moment. You would undoubtedly feel safer if Spiderman was walking you home.

"Okay." You agreed.

You were walking down the streets with Spiderman. You were with Spiderman. Walking to your apartment. Cool. Yup. This was fine. Totally normal situation.

"Sucks that this all happened in the rain, huh?"

You broke out of your own thoughts and managed a chuckle. "Yeah, I guess."

"I would offer you an umbrella, but," He motioned down to himself. "Spiderman doesn't carry around umbrellas."

"It's okay." You went quiet again, getting lost in your thoughts. He seemed to notice the trance-like state you were in and tilted his head.

"What's on your mind?" He asked.

You took a moment before answering. For some reason, you sort of wanted to be honest with him, really tell him what was on your mind. Maybe because you knew you'd probably never talk to him again; and you knew Spiderman wasn't gonna go swinging around, telling everyone your business. So, you spoke.

"I got broken up with a couple weeks ago."

"You're still hung up about it?!" He asked. The way he said it was strange. It was like he was expecting you to be over your break up, despite the fact that the two of you had never spoken before, so he shouldn't have any reason to expect better from you.

"I mean, I'm sort of over it. But..." You sighed. "When it first happened I was upset, obviously. He broke up with me over text while I was at work and I went on break to cry in the parking lot." He nodded along. "And then this... Guy showed up." This was the main thing that had been on your mind. "And I didn't know him, but he like... Comforted me. Just sort of made me feel better about the whole thing. He was super cool, and genuine, and like, really hot; and I regret not asking for his number or anything."

There it was. You had just spilled your guts to fucking Spiderman. God, you needed to go back to therapy.

You waited for him to say something in reply, and for a moment he was silent.

"Well, uh..." He trailed off. Oh god, you'd overstepped. He probably thinks you're weird. "That's what you were thinking about?" He asked.

"Yeah. It's weird, I know."

"Nah, nah. I'm sure he's been thinking about you too."

"Definitely not." You chuckled.

"You never know." He said. "You seem cool, so..."

You stopped walking, finally arriving to your apartment building. You decided to be a little more weird by asking for advice.

"So, what should I do? Like, should I look for him somewhere? Should I just move on like a normal person?"

He paused. "When's your next shift?" He asked.

"Wednesday." You answered.

"I'd say just... Go into work. Y'know, like any other day. He might show up."

You chuckled. "That's wishful thinking."

"Not from me, it's not. You know why?"

"Why?"

"Cause I've got Spidey senses." He said. The eyes on his mask narrowed and you could tell that underneath, he was smiling.

You shook your head, smiling as well. "Guess it'd be dumb to not take Spiderman's advice."

"Exactly. So, you'll do what I said?"

"Yeah." You shrugged. "I guess I will."

"Great." He began to walk backwards away from you, not yet breaking eye contact. "I'll see you around, yeah?"

You furrowed your brows in slight confusion. "I mean, probably not."

"Y'never know." Webs shot out from his wrist and he swung away without another word.

You walked into your apartment building, and somehow you were glad you'd taken that shortcut.

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