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⋆ ˚｡⋆ how good am I?
—> part two
ceo!wanda x fem!reader
tw: highly suggestive, implied top/dom!wanda, implied bottom/sub!reader, marking kink, not proofread
a/n: this is entirely self-indulgent and I hope it is for you too
Your coworkers were gossiping again, and you felt yourself cringing at their chosen topic.
How the CEO would be in bed.
Of course you knew, but your relationship was kept hidden— you both agreed it would be better for the meantime. You began to believe you avoided the topic when Sam turns to you and asks why you’ve been so quiet.
You meet everyone’s gaze, a bit speechless as you rack your brain for something to say. You didn’t want to be the odd one out and disagree, going on about how she could please anyone she brings to bed with her.
To avoid suspicion, you go with the group and agree that she’s just as stuck up at work as she is in bed. You laugh awkwardly with them, grateful that they move from the conversation relatively quickly.
It wasn’t long after that you received a text on your phone, Wanda’s contact information standing out amongst the other notifications.
Office. Now.
That was it, and it caused your nerves to spike. You excused yourself, walking towards where you know she resides. She’s sitting on the couch, papers thrown on the couch beside her and on top the coffee table she’s currently stressing over.
The door shutting catches her attention, you smile at her. She calls your name, setting some papers down and leaning back. You straddle her thighs, her hands coming to rest on your waist.
“You remember last night?”
Your cheeks heat at the thought, but you nod. She grabs your face, moving it to face hers so you would stop avoiding eye contact.
“How good was I?”
Oh.
“Wan—” she cuts you off, shushing you.
“Shh, I heard you. I’m sorry the sex has been so mediocre, I wish you would’ve told me.”
You want to shy away at her condescending tone. She brings her thumb up to her mouth and wets it. The makeup you put on that morning rubbing off on her thumb. She hums at the sight. Dark marks starting at your jaw and making their way down towards your collarbone.
“I remember you coming to me last night in almost nothing, leaning over my shoulder and saying you badly you needed me.”
She moves your neck to the side so she can see every detail clearly in better lighting.
“You were dripping already with your legs spread, hands gripping the table and all I did was I give you these.”
You whine at the look she’s giving you, moving so your bodies pressed closer together. She coos, cupping your cheek to move you back after your attempt to to kiss her.
“You were moaning so loud, begging me not to stop, squeezing around my fingers when you came. And even then, you asked for more.”
She says, her thumb rubbing small circles on your cheek. Your chest grazes hers as your breathing got deeper and deeper. Your vision hazy as your mind began to grow cloudy. She kisses you for a second, and you moan, kissing her back. She indulges you only for a minute before pulling back.
“I’m sorry I can’t please you.”
“No,” you whimper with urgency in your tone, resting your forehead on hers, “no, I was lying. I dont want anyone but you.”
An amused smile appears on her face. She watches you for a minute before glancing to the clock on her wall.
“It’s only 10:30. If you do well at work, maybe I’ll give you a chance to make up what you’ve said.”
She helps you to your feet. It’s gross, feeling your thighs stick together from your arousal. She looks down to your neck once more before you leave, contemplating.
“Don’t cover them up.”
You want to cry at how embarrassing it’ll be to sit back down at your desk with your wet thighs and highlighted neck.
“Wouldn’t have happened if you disagreed. Maybe now they’ll stop gossiping and finish designing the campaign.”
She kisses you one more time before leaving you so you can walk back to your desk. It was awkward and you avoided eye contact with everyone as you sat down. All to say, nobody made another comment and you finished the campaign design that night.
—> part two
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ｃｏｎｖｅｎｉｅｎｔ ｃｈａｎｃｅｓ II
🎱 pairing: yandere!stalker!enhypen x fem!reader
🎱 cw: language, non-con kissing and touching, reader gets tortured-ish, slight dumbification, use of the nickname "doll"
🎱 wc: 3k — read part one and three here
YOU AWOKE TO the feeling of the once running vehicle coming to a complete stop, doors unlocking at every which side.
Niki nudged your exhausted body, “Rise and shine, sleepy head.” Meanwhile, Heeseung hooked his arms under your armpits, guiding you out of the car. Your legs hit the ground, drawing your attention to your surroundings. From what you could tell, it was still fairly late in the night, and you were in the middle of the woods. Not too unfamiliar of a scene to you, but still a good ways away from civilization.
Jake ran over to hold your feet, Heeseung and him now holding you in a hammock position. They carried you past a campfire to a ledge on the cliff where the rest of the boys were standing ominously, Sunoo deciding to stay back in the car.
“Now look. We're not gonna hurt you unless we have to, so consider this all an unruly warning. A reminder of who you belong to,” Jay slithered, grabbing a stick from the ground to trail your frightened features. “You're not making any sense, Jay! If this was all apart of your plan to get my attention, why’d you have to kill Mandy?”
The six boys exchanged looks, laughing hysterically at your pitiful state.
“We didn’t kill her, jackass,” Sunghoon spat.
“What do you think life is? Some sort of simulation where people do the same things every single day?”
“She got the night off,” Jake finished, “so I covered for her shift.”
You internally sighed in relief, "Great, so you’re just trying to scare me, then?”
Heeseung peered at you from above, “Are you scared?”
You spat in his face, causing him to snicker in amusement. He dropped one of your arms to wipe your spit from his face, holding you up by one arm. “I like her," he grinned, reached down to squeeze your cheek harshly.
Jay stuck the stick he held in the fire before sealing the red hot edge at the side of your waist.
“Ahhgg,” you groaned in pain, provoking Jay to dig the burning stick even further into your skin, “Don’t fuck this up for me, love. I'm trying to be nice here, and you're only making things more difficult.”
“Alright, ladies, let’s stay on track, please,” Jungwon complained, impatiently nudging Jay’s shoulder.
“Right. We’re gonna ask you a question. Though, there’s only one right answer.”
“W-wha-what?"
“Slow down, dummy. Let him finish,” Niki retorted at your stuttering.
“Fuck this, walk her to the ledge,” Sunghoon directed, Heeseung and Jake guiding your frame to the cliff, their grips tightening around your wrists and ankles the more you struggled against them.
“It’s like you want us to punish you,” Heeseung smirked, swinging you back in forth dangerously close to the edge, Jake chuckled at your trembling. You screwed your eyes shut, preferring not to see whether they’d actually throw you over the cliff or not.
Jay stood in the background, observing your terror before speaking.
“There are two ways this night can end, ____. One, you fight back and my boys will do with you as they please.”
Jungwon and Niki snickered to each other.
Your lower lip quivered at the sound of their devilish tone's, feeling your arms and legs go numb from the awkward position you hung at.
“Two, you and I continue our relationship as if nothing ever changed and you swear your loyalty to me.”
“Booooo,” Sunghoon whined sarcastically, “I like the first option better.”
“The choice is yours, love. So choose wisely.”
“Fuck," you groaned exhaustedly, "fine! I’ll go with you! Just please make them put me down!”
“Tsk tsk tsk. You were so close, love, but I’m not sure if I favor the delivery of your answer. Try again, sweetheart, I know you can do it.”
“J-Jay,” your voice cracked with frustration, feeling the two rascals starting to swing you again.
You hated that he persisted on making this a difficult situation for you, even though you had already complied. You swallowed the lump in your throat, blinking away the moisture in your eyes before continuing.
“I’ll go with you, Jay. I swear, I won’t leave you again!”
“And?”
“And my love and loyalty belongs to you, Jay. Always and forever.”
The wilderness fell silent, the sound of your jagged breaths filling the atmosphere.
Jay kneeled down to meet your tired figure that hung in the air, pulling your face to his before kissing the corner of your lips.
“I know, my love. And I’ve worked so hard to make sure you finally know that, too.”
He gave Jake and Heeseung a look before they released your aching limbs from their hostile grasp, your body flopping on the rocky ground.
“Eugh,” you grunted as Jay pulled you into his hold.
“All of you get in the car!” Sunghoon ordered, rounding up the rest of the boys as Jay carried you to the vehicle, dropping his friends off at their places before bringing you back to his house.
Your new “home.”
THE NEXT DAY, you and Jay were at a fancy restaurant just like old times. He bought you the most lovely black dress and stilettos to wear for the evening, complimented with pearl accents that matched his fancy wrist watch. It had been a while since you went out for food other than the convenience store, especially not with your ex-boyfriend.
He pulled your chair out for you before sitting at the other side of the table, analyzing the menu before initiating small talk.
“So, how’s life been? We haven't had many opportunities to catch up in a while.”
You ran a finger over the dish titles under the plastic covering of the menu, “I don’t see the point in discussing my life details with you when I’m sure you’ve already seen everything.”
Jay paused for a moment as if hitting a brick wall, clenching his jaw at your reply.
“Can’t you see I’m trying here, ____?” He pleaded, looking into your frustrated eyes, “I know I can’t take back what I’ve done to you, but this is a start. I already explained that my intentions were noble, I just-“ he paused again.
“You’re just crazy about me, right? Is that it?” You teased, crossing your legs under the table.
Jay snickered, showcasing his cat-like teeth.
“See? I knew you understood me,” he feigned glee, peering in a little closer over the table before whispering, “now stop disrespecting me or I’ll take your ass home and demonstrate just how crazy you make me.” His hand found yours, giving it a gentle squeeze that didn’t match the cruel nature of his words.
What was wrong with him?
“Good evening, and welcome to The Diamond. What can I start you guys off with? Drinks, appetizers?”
"I'll start with an iced lemon water,” Jay smiled, “and for you, love?”
“Iced water sounds lovely,” you smiled back, fighting the urge to kick him under the table.
“Anything else before we move onto entrées,” the waiter asked. Your eyes were so stuck on a Jay that you hadn’t realized it was Niki dressed as the server. You felt like the ceiling was caving in on you.
“Is everything okay, Miss?” Niki asked sarcastically, tilting a mocking head at your anxious state.
“Y-yes, I’m alright,” you stammered, trying to remain calm.
“I’ll let you know if we need anything else,” Jay finished, Niki bowing before running off to serve other tables.
“You brought back up?” You scoffed, shaking your head at him.
“No, doll, I’ve only ordered water so far. No need to panic, I’m paying anyways,” he chuckled, observing the menu once again.
You hated the nickname doll, as it only added to your circumstances of being his play thing. You watched as a thick bead of water trailed down the side of your glass, a bright yellow lemon floating in the mixture. You stuck your bare hand into the cup, bringing the lemon to your lips to suck on.
The slurping noises you made caught Jay’s attention, “What’re you doing, ____?” He asked in shock at your sudden change in behavior.
A few drops of the lemon dripping on your tits, drawing Jay's attention to your cleavage. You got up from the table, feeling Niki's threatening gaze burn holes into your back. You pushed your chest out, “Can you clean me up, Jay? I’m such a mess,” you pouted getting on your knees for him.
“____, this isn’t funny. You know better than to act out in a place like this.”
“Don’t keep your dumb doll waiting, Jay-Jay,” you ignored him, reaching a hand to stroke his thighs.
He snatched your wrist with such a force that the contact with his skin and yours made a snapping sound.
“That was your last strike, love. You don’t get any more chances to behave.”
For whatever reason, you didn’t feel threatened by his words. You knew that your actions would only lead to the inevitable cycle that Jay planned to evoke on you anyways.
He guided you through the restaurant, a few people observing the event in disgust. “She’s just a little tipsy,” Jay remarked halfheartedly, rushing through the doors before shoving you in the passenger's seat of his truck.
“What the hell was that, Jay?”
“Pfft, you’re asking me that?”
“How am I supposed to trust you when you bring your goons around to watch me? When you threaten my safety over my emotions?”
Jay shook his head at your words, “you're not the victim here, love.”
You scoffed before he continued.
“I may have hurt you physically, but you broke my fucking heart, and that can never be healed. Not until I correct your behavior,” he frowned, pulling into a driveway.
You didn’t bother asking why you were here because you knew this place all too well. It was the same place he’d take you whenever he wanted to “teach you a lesson.”
He called it his classroom.
So here you were, a student smelling of sweet citrus with your aggravated teacher and his hostile cane. You imagined each whack would feel more like a hit to your mind than it’d hurt you physically. Because that was the thing about Jay.
He’d cut you from the surface, but forget that those wounds often travel much deeper.
He held the small of your back as he guided you to the doorstep at the front porch, taking in your nervous frame.
“____,” he began, taking your hands in his but your gaze fell to the ground, fearful tears starting to spill from your eyes. So much for holding it in all this time.
“Save you tears love,” Jay continued, lifting up your face and wiping the moisture from your cheeks, “I’m not gonna hurt you anymore.”
His words delayed your tears mid-stream, staring into his eyes with confusion.
“What are you saying, Jay?” You sniffled.
“I’m saying that I considered your words. 'How can you trust someone who hurts you?' That’s what you said, right?”
You hummed in response, more keen on listening to him than speaking for yourself.
"Well. In that case, I promise that I'll never lift a finger against you in a violent way. From now on, my hands will only be used to love and adore you, my love. Do you understand?"
You felt the tears starting to form at the corners of your eyes again.
This promise of his was almost too good to be true.
"Y-yes, Jay," you hiccuped, face feeling hot from the breath you held, "I understand."
Suddenly, he pulled you close to him, tenderly connecting his lips with yours. You didn’t reject his kiss because for whatever reason, you craved his comforting.
He broke from the embrace, unlocking the door to reveal the oozing black that danced within the structure of the eerily familiar house. He nodded, initiating you to enter without his force. "I'll see you in two hours," he said as you noticed the six pairs of soulless eyes staring back at you. Your legs grew stiff, but Jay pushed you in, locking the door behind you before going about his evening.
You beat on the door like a mad woman, “Fu- ughh! Jay! Please don’t leave me in here with them,” you screamed desperately, shaking at the door knob in terror. You heard footsteps approaching you from behind before Heeseung, the eldest of the bunch, grabbed your shoulder viscously, pinning you against the cold door.
“Nice to see you again, cutie. I’m sure you remember me from our last encounter,” he grinned, leaning in to breathe his hot breath against your neck, “it’s funny how you smiled in my face while I thought about getting you in a position like this,” he bit down on your skin, “vulnerable, and so fucking pretty for me,” he groaned, harshly kissing at your neck.
Sunghoon pushed him out of the way, giving him a fed up expression, "and I’m sure you remember Jay’s rule.”
Heeseung wiped the wetness from his mouth, “yeah? And what rule was that, fun police?”
“That we’re allowed to mess around with her how we please as long as we avoid leaving any obvious bruises,” Jake finished, cringing at the teeth marks Heeseung left on your neck.
“Hmm,” he hummed in thought, “I should’ve went for the tits.”
You felt nauseous in the middle of all this, having to listen to the perverted boys debate on they'd abuse you. Niki made his way around the corner, walking in your direction.
He pouted back at you facetiously, punching you in the stomach and snickering as you fell to the ground, “you’re such a fucking crybaby,” he spat, grabbing you by the hair just to let you go harshly.
You looked around the dark room, noticing Sunoo standing in a corner alone, mirroring your anguish. You got up and ran to him, falling in his lap before weeping. “Sun, I know what I said to you, but-" your words were cut off by him pushing you away, the back of your head clashing with the hard floor.
“You don’t get to call me that anymore,” he bit back, walking over you as if you were a piece of trash, “finish her off, Jungwon. I don’t wanna have to hear her screams once you get started, so I’ll be outside.”
“Me, too,” Jake added, “I don’t have enough energy for the crybaby tonight,” he rolled his eyes, joining Sunoo outside.
“As you wish, hyung,” Jungwon grinned, grabbing you by the hands before dragging you to the center of the room. The four remaining boys huddled around you like kids in a candy store. Jungwon and Niki held your arms and legs down while Sunghoon kept your head in place.
Heeseung walked over with two large buckets of water, placing them down before coming over to straddle your frame. “How about we play a little game. As I'm sure you’ve learned, there's only one right answer,” he slithered, snaking a hand down to pinch the soft skin of your thigh.
"Your body will give me your answer before your mouth does,” he grinned as Sunghoon reached his hand over to cover your mouth. You fought under Niki and Jungwon’s grip, muffled screams rumbling from your throat.
“I’ve heard that most girls scream when they like it,” Sunghoon chuckled. Heeseung removed Sunghoon’s hand before forcing his tongue past your lips, his tongue fighting against yours.
Sunghoon tried holding your head in place, but he lost his grip as you shook away, biting down on Heeseung’s lip, “FUCK,” he grunted, tasting his own blood fill his mouth.
"She's definitely more of a fighter than a lover," Jungwon began amused, "maybe that's why Jay had so much trouble keeping her around."
By now, you had long forgotten about the large buckets of water sitting a few feet away until Heeseung’s weight left your body, grabbing one of the buckets before dumping it over your face in a stream that lasted thirty seconds.
You hiccuped on the water, struggling to fight the agonizingly steady stream.
“Jake, Sunoo!” Heeseung growled, calling the boys back in.
“Yeah, what’s up?” They asked in unison.
“I’m gonna need a lot more water,” Heeseung ordered, watching you pant for breath beneath him. “Any last words before they get back, because I’m afraid from here, you’ll only be able to burp for the next week," he snickered.
You shook your head violently, more so as a cry for help than an answer to his sadistic question. Heeseung grabbed the second bucket of water, cooing at your misery, "I guess you're choosing to end things on a cliff hanger, for now," Niki smirked, swapping places with Sunghoon so he could restrain your head movements.
That's when the second dry-drowning circuit began, Heeseung pouring the chilly water all over your face. This stream lasted longer than the last one, or maybe it just felt that way because you hadn't had the chance to catch your breath.
The devilish boys would continue to do this for another two hours until Jay came back, occasionally playing with your body in between sessions.
You were soaking wet and your skin seemed blue, considering that you actually passed out a few times from the abuse. Goosebumps stained the surface of your skin as if you they were permanent, feeling as though your life had been completely washed out of you.
Jay didn't bother hanging around at the house before guided you to his car, thanking his friends for “handling you" while he was away.
“So,” Jay began, driving you off to God knows where, “how were they?”
You picked at the skin of your nails, failing to get a hold of your nerves. Your dress was still damp from everything that happened, and your hair was a complete mess. You looked a wreck from the outside, but that hardly compared to the agony you were suffering from on the inside.
“Great,” you replied with a pleasant expression and tone, almost sounding genuine.
"You don't have to lie to me, love. You look dreadful," he admitted, resting a hand on the bumpy skin of your thigh.
"To look on the bright side, I'm sure you learned a very valuable lesson. Hmm?"
"Yes, I did," you replied, your eyes fixed on the dark city skyline ahead of you, lost in your pain.
"Lovely. Now let's get you home and cleaned up. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow."
Ｔｏ ｂｅ ｃｏｎｔｉｎｕｅｄ.
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Ok so I figured out (I think) how to do a request.
Could you please do one where R and Hobie are being gf and bf, but Blob just wants R’s attention and when they see Hobie having all of it Blob is like “Move u ain’t her child 😒”
If you can write that my life would be filled with joy plis 😭🩷🩷🩷🩷
I got you, lovely!! Hope u like it 🫶
Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader
Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, CW food mentions, Cat symbiote AU, Blob the Symbiote cat AU, FLUFF
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You and Hobie are doing your own thing, with the telly on, you rewatch your favourite series whilst you munch on chips, the sound of crunching gets Hobie's attention from his gadget. He's been tinkering on the dining table, brows knitted together in frustration.
Huffing, he calls it a day, fingers stiff and aching from pinching small mechanical parts. Hobie flicka his eyes on an unusually quiet Blob. The symbiote cat purrs on top of the fridge, twin tails swinging from side to side, sweeping the top door. Hobie guesses that Blob has discovered the warmth on top.
Taking the opportunity to finally cuddle you on the couch without the alien in the middle hissing at him. He makes his way towards you, socked feet padding on carpeted floors.
Without warning, he takes the cheesy bag from you, placing it on the coffee table.
You look up at him, mouth full of cheesy goodness, eyes questioning him. “bhat?”
Hobie lays his head on your lap, prompting you to lay your legs flat on the settee. He sighs into your stomach, nosing your shirt, hand splayed over your lower back, hand squished in between you and the couch. He doesn't seem to mind it though, with how his eyes are closed, furrowed brow smoothing out as you trace his spine with your knuckles.
His legs dangle off the arm rest, too tall for the three seater couch.
“Tough day?” You flick your eyes from the telly to his scrunched face.
He groans into your shirt in a reply, you feel the vibration from his throat, tickling you a bit.
“Can you at least get my crisps back before turning me into your pillow?” You fold yourself, to whisper right in his ear, knowing what it does to him.
With your lower back aching, he twists around to aim his webshooter at the snack, snatching it right from the table to his hand.
Hobie hands it to you before he goes back to his previous position.
“Spiderman has saved the day once again.” You announce it like an anchorman from the twenties.
“Dork.” He murmurs into your shirt, leaning slightly to look up at you. “Crisps me.” opening his mouth comedically, you giggle at the sight.
“You’re the dork, dork.” You feed him chips while you watch your show.
Instead of Hobie watching with you, he watches your expressions shift from smiling to a frown. He bets the show is entertaining but he's more interested in watching you laugh and pout at the telly.
You feed him another crisp, Hobie tilts his head when a black mass flashes on your side. In a quick movement that he couldn't even anticipate, Blob has flopped on top of Hobie's face, suffocating him in all his blobby symbiote self.
Hobie rapidly sits up, you dodge his oncoming face. Blob stays attached to his face. For a second you thought he's trying to bond with Hobie again but Blob hisses when Hobie tries to pry the alien off his face.
“Love, a bit of help?” He struggles, Blob's tentacle-like limbs stretch as Hobie moves him further away, but the little symbiote is stuck on him like glue.
You huff, thinking that Blob needs to be trained better at co-existing with Hobie. Scratching the one spot you know Blob can't resist, you coo at him even though you're currently annoyed at the alien. His milky white eyes close, limbs loosening their hold on Hobie's head.
Blob drops like a sack of potatoes on Hobie's lap, triumphantly making his way to your lap. He purrs, curling around himself happily.
“You little shit. I was there first!” Hobie puts his foot down. You stop him with a look, wordlessly telling him an ‘I've got this’. He lets you, crossing his arms on his chest like a kid who didn't get his candy.
You take Blob by his armpits, looking right at his big white eyes. “If you want to cuddle you gotta share. Do you understand, Blobius Cornelius Blobirington? You can't just suffocate Hobie—” he meows like he's arguing back. “Anyone for that matter, you can't just do that. Got it?”
Blob moves his head towards Hobie, glaring his alien eyes towards the man.
“Hey! Play nice.” You place Blob on your shoulder, he immediately splayes himself over, lounging. But you don't see his scowl thrown at Hobie. “See? Compromise. We don't fight for attention.”
“He's literally tryin' to kill me with his stare.” Hobie points at Blob. You crane your neck to look but you only see him happily sleep on your shoulder. “What a wanker.”
“Don’t rile him up. Come back here, the spot’s all yours.” Patting your lap, he crawls over to you still huffing and puffing at how Blob is spoiled.
You just want to watch your show in peace, hopefully they stay asleep until you finish the episode.
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Pavlov Responce
A/N: Female reader, I totally slept through today ngl.
Day 7: Stuck in a wall
Word count: 798
Warnings: smut, safe word usage
AO3 Kinktober Masterlist
Silence filled the room as the pair of you stared at each other. It was rare that Soap was completely speechless. He always had some joke to say, some curse or a headstrong reply. This time he was frozen.
Then the bastard started to laugh. "How fuck the fuck did you-"
"My hips are too big and my shoulders won't let me get out. This isn't funny MacTavish. Get me out."
He only proceeded to laugh harder while you scowled at him. "Surely I can push you through? Your hips aren't that much bigger than the metal bars."
"If you can lift and twist me that might work."
"Got it." John made his way to your back and grabbed hold of your hips ready to lift you when you went the light brush of something against your ass. He coughed for a second and your scowl grew.
"Are you actually fucking hard right now? I swear to god-"
"It's a Pavlov response, come on."
"Oh my fucking God."
"Look I'm sorry- I'm only human." There was a struggle of laughter in his voice as you wriggled a little in his grasp.
"Besides it's not like I'm acting on it." He leaned over you and braced himself on the metal bars. His chest pressed against your back while the tent in his pants prodded against your ass.
"It's not like I'm actually going to fuck you here."
"John…"
"What do you want me to do? Come onnnnn of course I get hard when I see you bent over. Fucking beauty."
"Uh-huh. Compliments won't save you this time."
"Might have watched a bit too much porn over the years." He admitted with a grin. Gods he was hard, completely rock solid. He cleared his throat and his voice became a little bit more serious as he retreated. “So uh, I don’t know how to lift you without hurting you.”
“Fuck, go get the lube from beside the table.” Before you had even finished speaking, the man had vanished. It didn’t take long for him to come back, you could have sworn he sprinted. “Right now put it on my hips and see if you can push me through.”
“Over your jeans?” His voice was slightly strained and you thought about it for a second.
“Take my pants off.” Soap followed your instructions and was quick to lean over your body once more. His hand popped out the button from your jeans with ease and the zip slid down. Next, John pulled the pants over your hips. Unfortunately for you, your underwear moved with the jeans and soon they had both fallen to your ankles. “Soap!”
“Sorry! They got caught- they…” He swallowed and you could feel his hands run over the side of your now bare hips. “You got a nice arse you know that?”
A strained sound came from your lips as his fingers continued to run all over your hips. They grabbed a handful of on cheek then he slid them in between your legs. His fingers slipped between the folds of your cunt with ease where he was met with the soft touch of your wet lips. “Tell me to stop and I will.” John breathed in your ear and parted your lips. Your hands braced on the stairs in front of you while John thrust his fingers in and out of you.
“Fuck don’t know if I want to fuck you more or devour you.” He whispered while his wet fingers curled inside of you. “Fuck it.” John pulled his hand back and stuck those two fingers in his mouth while he yanked away his own pants. A pleased hum came from his mouth at your sweet taste while his cock sprung free from his pants.
Soap wet his cock with the arousal on your cunt before he pushed in completely. The pleasant stretch of your cunt had you moan out and relax. He grabbed hold of your hips and pulled back before he snapped his hips back into you. The force had you rock into the bars that confined you. “Ow ow! Red, red.” Your eyes snapped open as pain protested on your sides. Immediately Soap stopped and you got out from between the town bars. Soap looked at you with concern while the immersion of the fantasy the pair of you were playing out completely broke.
“You alright?” He searched for any signs of discomfort and you nodded your head.
“Just, kinda hurts. Guess it didn’t work out too well.” The side of your lips raised and you shrugged your shoulders.
“Ah, we gave it a go, thanks for trying anyway.”
You placed your hand on his cheek and pulled him in for a kiss. “We can always try one of your other fantasies.”
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I was thinking only 1 bed with Al haitham, childe, dottore, and scara? Maybe they went on a mission and needed a hotel for the night. Both of you decided the same room but 2 beds. The hostess mixes up 1 room 2 beds with 1 room 1 bed. You or (character) didn’t check the tag but knew the room number, so you guys went in and your checks went red. Tried to explain the plot to the best of my ability! -💫
thanks for the submission! i’m only doing two characters per request, so i just picked the first two.
trope: only one bed
including: al haitham, childe
al haitham.
“they don’t have any other rooms,” al haitham says by way of announcement, opening and closing the hotel door behind him.
“oh… that’s okay,” you say.
you glance at the bed—the only bed—in your hotel room. it’s large, maybe enough to lay side-by-side without touching… as long as you remained completely still the entire night.
“you take it.” you turn back to al haitham, who’s already grabbing a throw blanket off the bed and tossing it to the floor. he tosses it on the ground, but before he can grab a pillow you rush to stand infront of him.
“oh al haitham, please stop.”
“you’d have me sleep on the floor without a pillow?” he raises an eyebrow. “that’s cruel.”
“no, that’s not it! you can… sleep on the bed. it’s okay.”
“and where will you be sleeping?”
you swallow uncomfortably. “…on the bed.”
al haitham’s eyes widen by a fraction. you rush to explain: “it’s only one night. and besides we’re friends, right? it’ll be fine. and besides, you can’t sleep on the floor, and i don’t want to.”
about a half-an-hour later, you’re both settled uncomfortably on both sides of the bed, as far away from each ow we ther as possible.
“tomorrow, we’ll get a better hotel.”
“tomorrow?” al haitham asks. “tomorrow we’ll be at home.” oh. had it been a week already? you supposed the bulk of your mission was over. though you hadn’t really wanted to go, you find yourself not wanting to travel home.
you wanted to stay like this: traveling with al haitham, exploring the world, solving its mysteries. when you got home, it was likely you wouldn’t see him that much, if at all.
“i wish it was longer,” al haitham whispers, echoing your thought. you turn over, and find yourself staring at him. his eyes are close, but flutter open when he feels your gaze.
“me too.”
“maybe we can do something like this again?”
“adventuring?”
“being this close,” al haitham clarifies. you nod, and he launches into a rambling about your mission, future adventures, his studies, anything and everything, like he’s stretching out the night, if he can make it last longer.
you find yourself drifting off to his voice. when you wake up, you’ve somehow entwined yourself in his arms. you smile, feeling about bout of sleep overtake you. later, you’d have to make the last leg of the journey home, and go through everything that happened… but for now, you allowed yourself to enjoy al haitham’s soft breathing, the sun coming in through the curtains, and the peacefulness of the moment.
childe.
“you’re sleeping on the floor.”
“no, you’re sleeping on the floor.”
you and childe have been going at this for the better part of an hour now. you meant to start the travel back to snezhnaya tonight, but were stuck in monstadt due to a thundering storm outside. this inn was the only one left, with only one room, with only one bed.
you sigh through your nose and hold up your hands. you’re not getting anywhere; you’re both too stubborn.
“we will both sleep on the floor,” you decide.
childe laughs out loud at that. “you mean you will. i’ll be on the—“
you cut childe off by throwing your bags, wet from the downpour outside, on the bed.
“what did you do that for?” childe demands, snatching the bags off the bed and tossing them to the floor.
“now we both can’t have it.”
you grab your sleeping packs out of your bags. you put childe’s on one side of the bed and yours on the other. he grumbles and doesn’t try and fight you as you blow out the lights, and finally settle down to sleep.
or, at least, that’s what childe thinks. once you hear him snoring—an entire hour later—you creep towards the bed, careful to avoid each creaky floorboard. you touch the comforter; it’s slightly damp still, but no matter. it would dry soon. you quietly settle yourself into the center of the mattress, and within a few minutes you’re asleep.
when you wake up, it’s still storming outside, maybe even harder than before. you needed to get home, but traveling in this weather… no, that wouldn’t be an option. frustrated, you turn over and bump into—
“childe?” you yell, sitting up straight.
he lazily blinks his eyes open and smiles up at you. “good morning.”
“what are you doing on the bed?” you ask.
“what are you doing?” childe shoots back. “looks like you broke your own promise to stay on the floor.”
“so did you.” you roll your eyes and flop back down. you and childe were too alike sometimes.
“well, at least we know one good thing.” childe stands up and gazes out the window. lightning strikes something far in the distance, and a clap of thunder sounds.
“what?”
“tonight, we can both sleep in the bed.”
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-stars - pt 3 -Ao'nung x sully!fem!reader
"she looks at you like you strung the stars, and everytime she looks at them now, she can only think of you. she loves you."
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my masterlist
1.6k words!!
pt 1-, pt 2 , pt 4
playlist made for this ; ❥irrefutable love❥ (only the fluffy parts)
angsty playlist ; if hanahaki was real
lowdown-
When Y/N, and the sullys first reach the reef, a boy catches her eye, and she does her best to catch his attention. She doesn't believe he likes her back, and she thinks it's ridiculous that she's so whipped for this boy. He seems to have no interest in her, and they remain what she believes, friends.
this parts lowdown-
Ao'nung shows you a place he believe you would like. You think it is time for you to give him the gift you have made for him.
warnings ( this part is kind of angsty.)
will have a happy ending btw.\
I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO POST THIS. I HAVE THIS APP THAT I TYPE EVERYTHING OUT ON TO SAVE BECAUSE I ALWAYS FORGET I CAN JUST SAVE IT AS A DRAFT ON TUMBLR BUT I LOST THE PASSWORD TO THE APP AND I COULDNT SIGN INTO MY EMAIL BUT I GOT IT AFTER A REALLY LONG TIME. (also i had no motivation tbf) (being honest here *winkwonk*)
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there was a story that you heard from your mother. there used to be another deity apart from eywa, a darker being. that eywa created everyone with four arms, four legs and two heads. That it was the happiest the na'vi had ever been. The darker being, abaraxas, it was called, was jealous. So, he split them apart. The split apart Na'vi were supposed to spend their lifetime with their other half, your soulmate. That you were supposed to spend your life searching for your other half. The lucky ones found theirs, and the unlucky ones didn't.
loving ao'nung was like riding a small dingy raft in the sea. Some days, everything's calm and sweet, the waves lapping softly at your feet, and others, you were stuck in the biggest waves you've ever seen, things going up and down but in the end, you stayed on the raft.
That day, while you rode on your skimwing beside him, your eyes couldn't help getting drawn back to him over and over again, watching how he smirked to himself and how his tail swished back and forth behind him. As if he knew you were watching him.
You really wondered where he was taking you, what he wanted to show you and why today. It was around dusk and you watched the sun set, casting him in the pretty light, watching his arm muscles flex as he held onto his ilu.
After awhile, he seems to catch you watching him, and throws a mischievous grin towards you, making you flush a deeper blue. his ilu begins to slow down, and you stop as well. You drag your eyes away from him and finally seem to notice your surroundings.
He's brought you to a small island, the prettiest you've ever seen. Teeming with tropical life, and the reefs before it are filled to the brim with marine life. Two different ecosystems seeming to collaborate and strive together. He pushes himself off his ilu, and helps you down from your skimwing. The touch is electrifying, and it's everything in your power that you do to stop yourself from reacting obviously to it.
He seems to feel it too, but you tell yourself you're probably overreacting. you both wade through the water to get closer to the small island, you giggling when all the marine animals seem to follow you, and a couple of hammerbrow fish brush against your thighs, making you laugh at the ticklish sensation.
you see Ao'nung's smile out of the corner of your eye and you flush, pretending not to see it. He leads the way through the beach, through the jungle while animals all stop and watch you move. He notices this and laughs.
"what's so funny?" you ask, wondering what's made him laugh and look so happy.
he smiles, "you, you really have a funny connection with all animals." pointing out your special connection with eywa.
"i guess." You respond, not really knowing what you were expected to say. But you love the way his dimples show when he smiles, so you don't really care.
you follow him in silence while he finds his way through the island. the entire time, your head is racing with thoughts. Where is he taking you? Should you say something, or should you stay quiet? you don't know but after awhile of internal debate, you speak.
"so, how'd you find this place?" you say, out of curiosity and half out of the need to say something to fill the silence.
he hums, seeming to think. "a couple years back i was in a hunt by myself and i got tired and i needed a break and i found this place."
"why'd you want to show it to me?" you ask, hoping he's about to confess his undying love and devotion to you. 'don't think that, that's so stupid' you chastise yourself
he looks away. you stare at him confused. Finally, he responds with "i thought you'd like it, since there's so much unbothered nature here."
the small part of you that just thought he was about to confess his love for you swoons. It seems to say 'see! i told you he was in love with us.' you sigh internally and push that small part of you away.
"that's sweet, thanks." you say, looking around more and noticing how crazy this place is, with so much life surrounding you, you can feel it humming in your veins.
he looks away, seemingly indifferent to your words. He mutters something under your breath that you don't quite catch, but you don't push him.
ao'nung stops at a small log on a small hill, and once again, you need to drag your eyes away from him to catch what he wants to show you.
you let out a soft gasp, at the prettiest sight you've ever seen. The sun's setting rays are shining on the water, the green flushed forest is reflecting the light back, and everything just seems so perfect and unbelievable you genuinely ask yourself 'have i died?'
"wow, ao'nung, it's beautiful" you say smiling softly.
"it is, isn't it?" he responds, looking away and turning to you.
'this is it' you think, 'maybe i should give him the necklace now.' you thumb the little pouch at your waist, giving it a little more thought, and you think 'hell, what's the worst thing that can happen?' (worst idea of ur life )
(play if hanahaki was real (only if u want) )
you decide to push forward and hand it to him anyway, and you clear your throat.
"um, Ao'nung?" you ask, hesitantly
he hums in response
"here" you say, handing him the necklace. You finished it earlier in the day, and so it's quite good timing you think.
"what's this for?" He takes it from your hands and inspects the beads.
"well, it was kind of a token of appreciation, but at the same time, it's a way of me telling you i like you. hopefully you like me too?" you say, with bated breath for his response.
he doesn't respond immediately, but your heart in your chest is thumping wildly, thoughts rushing through your head, your tail swishing anxiously from side to side.
you're praying that everything you thought could mean that he liked you too, was actually real, and not something you've imagined all this time, so lost inside your daydream, that you confused reality with fiction.
finally, he looks back up at you, your heart soaring, before you finally process the look on his face. Eyebrows pinched tight, his lips in a thin line, and he speaks, he finally speaks.
"is there something wrong with you? what would make you think that i liked you too, that i wish to be your mate? you, a outsider in your own skin? someone who couldn't even swim? a demon child?" he smiles cruelly, and you feel tears prick at your eyes. You don't know why he's being so mean, couldn't he just have said that he didn't feel the same?
with those words, he throws the necklace you spent countless hours on for him, on the ground, stepping on it violently, crushing it with his feet.
with that, you can feel your heart shatter, and you feel a scream building up in your throat. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry, so you whistle, calling for avarin, your toruk. She was always following you, to make sure you were okay. she instantly swooped down, and you jumped onto her back, flying away.
'faster' you urge her, wishing to get away as fast as you can. she listens, and with a flap of her powerful wings, you fly through the air.
unbeknownst to you, ao'nung watches you fly away with a sad look in his eyes, hating that he had to do that, for the sake of his clan.
once the island is out of your sight, you let out the most guttural scream you've ever heard into the sky. Tears are streaming down your face, but there's nothing you can do.
'what did i tell you?' another small part of you says 'he'd never like you. you're a demon child, remember? half avatar.' you know to never listen to that voice. that is the voice that was made to keep people humble, to destroy them. thinking of it would only weaken you, you reminded yourself.
everything onwards passed on in a blur, suddenly you were back in your marui pod, your brothers standing around you, asking you questions that you couldn't quite hear.
at this moment, the story of soulmates came rushing back to you, as you walked further into your pod, thinking; 'i don't have a soulmate, do i?'
unknown to you, your brothers throw each other worried looks, especially when you don't respond, or even lean down to pet Ta'heyla when you see her.
"y/n?" they say, neteyam and lo'ak asking after you. this time, you finally hear them
"i'm fine" you respond, and everyone knows you're lying. Lo'ak immediately knows what happened, especially from the way you're walking, somehow. Something about younger brothers.
he runs to T'sireya, who immediately searches for her brother. he's nowhere to be found, but hours later, when you're curled up in your hammock facing away from everyone else, refusing to eat, he finally comes back.
she yells and yells at him "what is wrong with you! you hurt Y/N, why'd you lead her on like that?" , he doesn't even try to argue back, the only thought running in his head, 'i wish it didn't have to be this way.'
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~ Maybe I am - D.O ~
summary: Dylan accompanies Y/N to her high school reunion.
pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader
warnings: none!
word count: 1,461
a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!
Master-List - Prompts
"Y/N you can't just not go to your high school reunion, it's been 5 years what about all the friends you had that you miss?" Dylan asks as he's laid down on the couch in Y/N 's trailer in between shoots. Even though he's not looking at her he can tell she's glaring at him considering they'd been best friends since the start of the show in 2011. As he turns his body to sit up Y/N remained to glare at him with one eyebrow raised.
"I can not go to a high school reunion." She says shaking her head and looking back at her computer trying to ignore the nagging Dylan who is judging her from a distance.
"Why not? You're in a TV show and I'm your best friend so you're clearly going to rock it." The more Dylan nags the more Y/N realizes she could go but at the same, she would probably rather die than see anyone she went to school with.
"No, you don't understand I wasn't popular, in the slightest. I was the weird loner who wore superhero shirts every day and was part of the drama club and always swore she was going to be an actress. Stereotypical weirdo loner. Not like cute season 1 Stiles where the popular girl doesn't notice me but is still cute. The people at my school were the worst and that will not have changed." Y/N says laughing as she finishes her mini-rant. As she stops ranting she looks up at Dylan who is still smirking at the fact she called him cute. As soon as Y/N realized why Dylan was smirking she grabbed the pillow that she was resting on and threw it at his face hitting him in his nose.
"I'll go if you go," Y/N announces shocking Dylan with her proposal. Although he's taken aback by the ask he's also glad that out of everyone she wants him to be there.
"I didn't go to that high school wh-"
"Just pretend to be my date," Y/N asks with a smile which makes Dylan laugh at the sight off. He knows he's gonna say yes because why not meet some of her old friends? If she had any?
2 days had passed and Y/N was currently stood in her old bedroom in front of a full-length mirror as she slightly shakes with anxiety at the thought of being back in her old school again. The dress she wore she kept from one of the parties Holland had dragged her too so obviously the dress was fabulous. The invitation didn't really state HOW to dress but Y/N remembers the people she used to be in school with so she chose a black, off the shoulder, a thigh-high dress that stuck to all of her curves. The black 4" ankles boots complimented the figure and made her legs look slimmer and she put the final touches of her hair and makeup together.
The closer the time got to need to be there the weaker her legs felt, although Hollywood is scary nothing will ever compare to high school, and being back there makes her so afraid. As she finally walked into the living room everyone stopped to stare. Her mom looked at her with wide eyes and a proud smile. Her father just looked at his little girl adoringly knowing how afraid she was. Dylan couldn't do anything but smile, he's seen her at premieres and red carpets but he always had the same reaction. It was like he was seeing her for the first time every time and he was happy that she was his best friend.
"Okay, can we just leave now I'm starting to freak out?" Y/N laughs with her voice shaking. Dylan just mutters a yeah sure and stands up leaving the door open for Y/N.
"I'll have her back by 10, Miss (L/N)!" Dylan yells out from the car.
"Dylan you've known me for 5 years call me (Mom's name)!" Your mom yells back laughing at his reply.
The closer they got to the high school the more people Y/N started to recognize. As she rubs her hands together there are no words to describe her fears right now. Pulling into the parking lot made everything a lot worse more than she could describe. All Dylan did was hold her hand and give it a quick squeeze before stepping out of the car and walking around to Y/N's side to let her out of the car, or help her out he should say.
The pair just walked in silence inside the school but Dylan kept his hand intertwined with Y/N considering he had no idea where to actually go. He also couldn't deny that he loved holding hands with Y/N whether it was on or offset. The streamers lined the hallway and there were already people dotting the hallways next to what Dylan assumed to be their old lockers. They noticed Y/N and Dylan hand in hand and some stopped to even see if they knew who she was because they couldn't recognize her at first glance.
The hallway made it so much more surreal as there was a table full of pins with all the names on and sat at the table was the valedictorian smiling brightly.
"Hi, how can I help you today?!" She gleamed as Y/N just quietly searched through the names. She picked up the one with her name on it and just showed it to the girl while smiling.
"Oh my god Y/N! I thought you were in LA, I didn't expect you to answer my email!" She says standing up and hugging a shocked Y/N.
"Thank Emily I'm here so… I'm gonna get a drink. This is my plus one, his name is Dylan." Y/N says rather quietly before just walking away leaving Dylan to get his own name tag. As she stood with her back to the hall she just drank away at the punch hoping that someone somewhere had spiked the punch. Luckily enough someone had and she could tell. However, she was not drunk enough for what was about to happen. She turned around to see Dylan talking to some of the old jocks in her year, knowing that the Mets were a big supported team in this high school. Hearing him laugh made her smile widely looking at how happy he looks all dressed up. Then the moment arrived where she wished she'd been more intoxicated
"Y/N?" A male voice spoke behind her. As she slowly spun around recognizing the voice from behind her. She came face to face with her ex (Ex's name/ or crush). Trying to smile like she was happy to see him her entire body went stiff when he hugged her. However, she quickly loosened up when she did not react, no butterflies. Nothing.
"I'm happy to see you, it's been 5 years. How're you doing?" He asks smiling. There was never anything bad you could say about him because he always cared for Y/N. First love, kindest teenager ever. Even understood when she broke up with him before she left for Teen wolf.
"I'm great (Ex). I'm really glad to see you, you're doing well." Y/N smiles now knowing she's okay to talk without any awkward feelings in the way.
"Well it's been 5 years, I've now got a girlfriend who is actually here talking to…. the person you walked in with actually." He smiles. Y/N turned around to see Dylan talking to a lovely short blonde woman who is staring at (ex) with loving eyes as she's talking.
"Yeah that's Dylan, he's my costar on Teen Wolf, I've known him for 5 years now." Y/N smiles while looking off at Dylan who catches her eye and smiles at her from a distance.
"And you're in love with him." (Ex) chuckles while Y/N's head snaps back to his direction with wide eyes, "Don't try and deny you at least like him I can tell."
"How can you tell I've been talking to you for less than 5 minutes." Y/N seems almost defensive knowing that he's right no matter how much she says he's not.
"Because of the way you look at him, even from across the room. It was the way you used to look at me." (Ex) says not condescending but more as he cares for Y/N still, which he does. Y/N doesn't know what to say so she just looks towards Dylan as he's smiling and laughing. Dylan looks towards Y/N one more time and catches her looking at him and he smiles back at her waving slightly. The moment passed and Y/N finally realized he was telling the truth.
"Yeah… Maybe I am."
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Make Me
Kinktober Day 11
Lo'ak/Human!Reader
Warnings: 18+, Aged Up Characters, Restraints, Electrostimulation, Alien Genitalia, Bratt!Lo'ak, Dom!Reader, Size Differance, Mommy Kink, Safe Sane Consensual
Thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this together for all of us 💕
Dividers by @cafekitsune
Lo’ak is the love of my life. He is the one who I will run to in my time of need. He is so sweet and kind, always the first person to lift me up when my mood is low, to make me laugh and smile. But damn, do I want to wring his neck some days!
Jake has been a bitch to Lo’ak and Neteyam lately, more so than usual. It’s been making Lo’ak and Neteyam moody recently. Neteyam’s mate has been ‘helping’ with his moods, keeping the clan up all night during the process, both facing the clan with massive smiles and a limp the following morning.
Lo’ak and I have a slightly different game we play. Some days, Lo’ak takes charge, having complete control over me. Leaving me aching pleasurably the next day. Other times, we play a game of cat and mouse. Lo’ak teasing me until I can’t bear it anymore, leaving me to take control of him and his body until he can’t even think of disobeying me. But he doesn’t make it easy. I’m five foot, and trying to make your nine-foot boyfriend do something he doesn’t want to is nearly impossible. But that’s where the fun comes in.
You see, Lo’ak won't go down easy. He wants to be ‘forced’, the complete lack of control over anything besides his mouth. Getting that part of him to listen is something only Eywa can do.
I climbed high into a tree and got myself ‘stuck’. Now, I lay in wait for my handsome muntxatan to save me.
“Syulang! Where are you?” Speak of the devil, and he will appear.
“I’m up here, Lo’ak!” I shout to him
Lo’ak’s tall frame comes into view, his head swiveling. Finally, his eyes land on me bewildered, “Syulang, what are you doing up there?” Questioning my sanity.
“I may have gotten stuck?” I lie sweetly, batting my eyelashes.
A laugh erupts from Lo’ak, “You’re such a skxawng. You are always getting yourself into trouble, leaving your big strong mate to save you. My precious skxawng.”
“Come on, Lo’ak, please! Help me down!” I pout at him.
His body moves slowly, arrogance etched into his movements, “I don't know, baby girl. I think you can ask me better than that,” A smirk stretches over his handsome face.
“Come on Lo’ak, please help me down?” I ask again, whining a little.
“Hey there, don’t be a whiny girl; be my good girl and ask me nicely.” Lo’ak’s arms open wide, “I’m here to help you.”
I slowly crawl out on the branch, “Please, Lo’ak, please get me down. I’ve been stuck up here for a while.” I beg, “I really need to pee.”
“Alright, Syulang, I got you.” Chuckling, he reaches his arms up to me.
Seeing my moment, I latch the first cuff to his hand, swing over the branch, and quickly cuff the other. Lo’ak stands on his tiptoes, arms raised, hanging from the branch. I climb down from the tree easily, staring at Lo’ak, pleased at my work.
“Babe, this is ridiculous. Let me go.” He demands., struggling against the binds.
“No, can do baby. You’ve been in a mood recently; now it’s time for me to deal with it.” I reply, running my hand up his torso.
“Who fucking cares if I’m in a mood? Let me down now before I make your punishment worse.”Lo’ak growled.
I smack his inner thigh, “Don’t you cuss at me! I have had enough of your attitude, and now I will correct it.”
Lo’ak kicked out the leg I smacked, “Fuck you!” He snarled.
Sighing, I grab another rope and an object that I had hidden before, “I was hoping you'd be a good boy and take your punishment, but apparently, that's too much to ask for.” I loop the rope around his ankle before securing it to the tree, bending the knee, and stretching his leg back. Barely even giving him a move to wiggle.
“Stop being a bitch! Let me go!” Lo’ak yells.
I stop before him and show the object I had hidden from view, “Do you remember this, Lo’ak? This was your best friend the last time you started acting out.”
Lo’ak stops wiggling, his throat bobbing as he sees what's in my hand, “That is nothing.” His bravo fading.
I laugh at his reaction, “Oh baby, you know the drill. Every time you talk back to me, you’ll get a gift from your friend,” trailing the tip from his ankle and playing around his calf.
“Like I give a shi-” Lo’ak’s voice gives out from the shock.
The cattle prod has always been an excellent tool for dealing with Lo’ak’s moods.
“Now, back to before, you’ve been quite the bratt lately. You were stomping through the village, snapping at the songmakers, telling off the weavers, and even with me!” I pause, walking to his back, “You’ve been short with me. Not answering my questions! You even slept on the other side of our kelku! Frankly, I am done with your attitude.”
“Maybe if you weren't a bitch, that wouldn’t be a problem,”
Snap! I hit his ribs.
“Fuck you!”
Snap! Along his shoulder.
“Bitch!”
Snap! On his ass check.
Lo’ak moans as he lifts his free leg, curling toward his ass.
“No, baby, put your leg back down. We’re not done here.” I grab his leg and put it back down.
Breathlessly, Lo’ak responds, “Ye-yes, we are. You’ve had you’re fun. Now let me go.”
A groan escapes my lips, “You really aren't understanding, are you?” I return to his front, trailing the cattle prod around his stomach, tracing random patterns into his skin, “You have been a brat,”
Snap! Over his navel.
“You are the one being punished here, and you keep making it worse.”
Lo’ak groans, “I’m not being a brat!”
Snap! The mark left on his hip is beautiful.
“Please! Stop! I’ll be good!” He begs.
“You’re gonna be good for me? Gonna take your punishment like a good boy?” I croon.
Lo’ak paused momentarily, “But, but, you already punished me. You kept shocking me. I already had my punishment.” He stuttered.
“Awww, baby. Did you think being nice would get you out of your punishment? After all those names you called me? No, you still need your punishment.” I cackle at his attempt at manipulating me.
Then my face is wet. A small wet pack on my cheek. I look up at Lo’ak, and I see a smirk under his snarl.
“Did you just fucking spit on me?” I deadpan.
“Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?” His drool slipped down his lips.
Wiping the saliva off my cheek, I walk over to the tree and climb it, moving over so I’m hanging over Lo’ak. He looks at me, confusion bleeding through his cocky look. I grab the top of his kuru, starting at the top of his skull, and pull, “You’re gonna regret that, bitch.”
Lo’ak started whining and blubbering useless threats. So I wrapped his kuru around and placed the thick of it in his mouth before tucking the rest into his necklace.
“Now that should keep your mouth out of trouble,” I smile at his plight, gagged by his own kuru.
“Ich! uck u!” He garbbled out, unable to use his tongue or lips.
“Sorry, what was that baby? I can’t understand you. It sounds like your mouth is full,” I tease, my face breaking out into a smirk.
Lo’ak growls and hisses through his gagged mouth, drool leaking from his open lips. Dripping down his neck and over his chest, leaving multiple trails, one trailing down and over his left nipple, another trailing over into his opened slit.
“Look at that baby,” taking my hand and rubbing at his slit, “You’re already so open for me. You’re gagging for it, aren't you” laughing at my own pun.
I can’t tell if Lo’ak’s groan is from the pleasure of his slit being touched or my pun. Either way, I am happy with the result.
“See, isn’t this so much better? Me playing with your slit, waiting for your cock to come out and play.” Dipping a finger into his slit, avoiding his dick.
“Mmm,” Lo’ak moans contently.
“I bet you do like that baby,” I use a finger from my other hand and pull his slit open.
“Ese!” Lo’ak begs.
“Please? You want more? Such good manners, baby, I’ll give you some more.” Purposefully misinterpreting his words.
I slide another finger from each hand inside, and I can see his cock drop down, his walls no longer holding it inside; as I open it wider, it slips out and hangs in the open. A pretty little muffled scream escapes his mouth. Probably from his cock being exposed so quickly to the cold air.
“Look, baby, you just fell right out! I didn’t even have to take it out. You must like this so much!” I gleefully examine.
Lo’ak writhes in his bonds, trying to turn this way and that, but all it does is stretch his slit more. Lo’ak’s whines fill my ears, a beautiful melody sung for me. Tears started trailing down his face.
“My poor baby, crying just from opening his slit like a slut, dick hard, and your spines are looking for anything, aren’t they? I love it when you look like a whore for me.” I mock.
I take my fingers out, leaving his slit gaping, cock hanging in the open, “You make such a pretty picture, baby. I should take a picture.”
“Mmmommmy, ese!” Lo’ak cries, finally giving in.
“That’s my good boy. Calling out for mommy.” I smile, picking up the cattle prod again. “Now you’re going to take your punishment like a good boy. Then you can get your reward.”
Lo’ak nods eagerly, “Originally, I was gonna go easy on you, but then you just had to go and call me all those awful names. You kicked me and even spat on me! You only have yourself to blame for how this will go now.”
I hear his pathetic attempts to apologize and choose to ignore them.
I slide the cattle prod into the junction where his thigh and groin meet.
“Oooooooo!” He begs sobs, shaking his body.
Snap!
Lo’ak flinches the best he can in his binds.
“Good boy, that’s one, five more to go.”
Lo’ak’s tears increase, flowing down his face, as sobs wreck through his chest, rattling his whole body. I slide the cattle prod over to the other junction, but Lo’ak squeezes the leg shut the best he can.
A growl emits from me. “Lo’ak, if you don’t open your leg for me right now, I’m adding more!”
His leg slides open again, “Oooorrryy!”
Snap!
A squeal erupts erupts from him.
“That’s two, baby, three more to go.”
I step back to see the pretty picture Lo’ak makes, and I see Lo’ak’s cock twitching, precum dripping into a puddle between his legs. No matter how much he begs for it to end, that’s not what he really wants. But I really want to hear him. So, as much of an ordeal as it is, I climb and free his kuru from his mouth.
“Mo-momm-mommy, p-p-ple-ese!” Globs of drool leaves his mouth.
“Oh baby, mommy’s here, mommy’s gonna take care of you. My baby boy.” I soothe, “Last three now, baby, then mommy will make you cum.”
“Pl-please, Mommy, I’ll be good! No m-m-o-more!” Lo’ak pleads.
I sign disappointedly, “You know better, baby, now unless you want to add more, what do you say?”
Lo’ak’s breath hitches as he speaks, “Th-thank you, Mo-mommy, f-for tak-taking care of m-m-me.”
“And?”
Lo’ak’s ears are pinned back, and his voice is barely above a whisper. “Th-th-thank you for pu-punish-punishing me.” Emmbarisment is shown in his every feature.
I let a soft smile take over, “Good boy.”
Snap! Right in his left nipple, the one covered in drool.
“MOMMY!” Lo’ak screams.
“That's three, two more to go,” I count down.
Snap! I hit the other nipple, leaving both of them swollen.
“Mommy! Please! Mommy!”
“That’s four, baby, one more to go.” I soothe, rubbing his flank, “Are you ready for the last one?”
“Mommy, please, wanna be good,” Lo’ak’s hips humping the air.
“My good boy.”
I slowly drag the cattle prod down his chest, past his stomach, and down past his cock; to the underside of his slit, sliding the smallest part in. Lo’ak’s eyes widened in panic, and he attempted to thrash.
“NO! MOMMY! PLEASE! NO! NOT THERE!”
I hold still, ensuring the cattle prod never moves from its target. Eventually, Lo’ak stills, accepting his fate.
Snap!
Lo’ak’s eye rolled to the back of his head, mouth agape in a silent scream, as he came. A flood of cum poured out of him. His spines flexed, trying to figure out where to go, unable to understand how it was cumming without being inside.
“Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy,” Lo’ak chants my name like a prayer.
I ease the cattle prod out of him, “There you go, baby. All done now. You did such a good job.” I rub his stomach calmly, giving as much comfort as I can. I untie his leg, needing him to calm down, before letting him down.
“My baby, do you feel better? Are you ready to get down?” I ask.
Lo’ak nods, “Yes, please, Mommy, wanna cuddle.”
“Okay, baby, mommy will get you down.” I quickly let him down and bring his head to my chest, Lo’ak lying over me.
I play with his hair, murmuring sweet nothings until he calms, and then we lay there in silence, basking in each other's presence.
“Thank you, tìyawn,” Lo’ak mumbles, his voice broken.
“Anytime, baby. You know I love helping you with all your needs.” I respond, kissing his head.
“I know you do, and I will always return the favor,” Lo’ak whispers, “My life is yours,” he kisses my chest right over my heart.
“And mine is yours.” Kissing each of his five fingers.
We lay in silence for a while.
“Hey, babe?” Lo’ak asks.
“Hmm?”
“How many times do you think you could get pregnant with all that cum on the ground?”
Update: a visual description of the genitalia here
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OK! THE SEEUN STORY ATE! HELLO?! YOU NEED MORE CLOUT ON HERE!
So! Yk what's about to happen!
Yechan req because yes.
So, I was thinking it could be a friends to lovers aswell where the reader is a camera worker for KQ ENT, and while filming (any MV) someone/thing falls/bumps on Reader and they accidentally hit yechan w the camera then patch him up because they feel bad? (Not too hard. Don't kill my baby lmfao) 😋
AAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUUUCH!!! I'm really happy you enjoy my content! Thank you for always requesting cute ideas!! Love you and happy reading <33
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Fall for you
Genre: f2l, camera operator reader, idol Yechan
Contains: mentions of blood, injuries, cheesy content
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It was another day of working with the boys of xikers to film their music video for Tricky house and you were very excited to say the least.
Today they were filming on the train and that gave you more opportunities to have fun with the camera angles and you knew the boys would make the job easy for you because they're just so good to work with, especially Yechan.
He was always really sweet to you and considering you were the youngest member of the staff he understood how you felt so he would always try to make you feel confortable.
The guys arrived on set and you started filming right away hoping to get good footage and let them go home as early as possible as they needed to rest.
They were currently taking a break from filming and you took the chance to look through the material you already filmed.
"Wow you made Yujunie look really cool!" You heard the voice you'd been wanting to hear all day.
"Yeah well, he's already cool I just filmed him!"
"Hey that's nonsense, have you seen him? He's a complete fluffball!" Yechan said while pointing to Yujun who was blinking one eye at a time because of how sleepy he was making you both giggle.
"You're right but you're also a fluffball, you look cute when you're sleepy!" you said not even believing you were brave enough to compliment him.
"You think?" He asked with his sparkly eyes.
"Well... yeah!" You said with a small smile while looking down.
"Then I hope you can make this fluffball look cool on camera" he said while lifting your chin up with a finger and smiling at you.
"I-"
"HEY YECHAN STOP FLIRTING WITH Y/N AND COME FIX YOUR MAKEUP!" The makeup artist said.
"I wasn't- I'll see you later" he said giving you a small wave while going to the makeup arting who laughed at the boy's embarrassed state.
When he finished fixing his makeup it was time to start filming his part.
Everyone was preparing their equipment but you already had your camera ready so you had time to admire Yechan from afar as he joked around with his members who were eager to watch him in action.
"Action" the director yelled as he got closer to you to take a look at how things would turn out on camera while you were filming.
Yechan started lipsyncing to his part and you looked at how amazing he looked having fun. You were careful to capture all his expressions in a lot of different angles.
His part was coming to an end when the director wanted to remove a mosquito that got stuck on the screen without making a lot of fuss, but unfortunately he leaned too far and bumped into you hard making you lose your balance and hitting Yechan on his leg with the camera.
"YECHAN!!" You yelled as you squatted to his level and started apologizing endlessly while looking for the part of his leg that got injured.
"It's fine Y/n it's just a scratch see?" he said smiling weakly while pointing to a cut on his shin that had some blood spilling out.
"But I feel bad! Let me help you!" You gave him your hand so that he could stand up and then you headed to a couch next to where there was a first aid kit.
"Alright this might hurt a little bit, but if it gets unbearable tell me and I'll stop ok?"
"Yeah but I doubt that'll even hur- OW"
"You were saying?" You asked while chuckling
"Nevermind" he said while smiling at the thought of making you laugh even if he was in pain.
You finished patching his leg up and then his members found the both of you and started getting worried about Yechan.
They were all around him, except Minjae.
"Thanks for taking care of him!" Minjae said while smiling at you.
"It's the least I could do, after all it was my camera that fell on him!" You said while looking at Sumin who was currently making Yechan laugh.
You were in a trance looking at Yechan and Minjae seemed to notice so he smiled to himself at the thought of you having a crush on their baby.
"Y/n if you like Yechan you should tell him!"
"I- Wha- Who- How did you know?"
"Just the way you look at him you know? And if it gives you any confort, I think he likes you too, in fact he is currently admiring you!" Minjae said making you turn your head to Yechan who was actually staring at you and looked away as he got caught.
"I'll take the guys somewhere else so that you can talk it out, good luck!" Minjae said giving my head a small pat and yelling for the other guys to come with him.
You sat next to Yechan and smiled at him.
"So you and Minjae hyung?"
"What? No? What makes you think that?"
"Well it's just that you seemed so smiley when talking to him and then the head pat." He said while looking down.
"Hey Yechan, look at me, the only reason I seemed so happy when I was with Minjae was because he was talking about you" you said, your voice getting quieter after every word.
"So does that mean you like me?" He said with a big smile on his face.
"It depends!" You said with a small smirk on your face making the boy before you frown.
"On what?"
"On whether you like me or not!"
"Well then, I like you so?"
"I like you too Yechan!" You said while smiling.
"ARE YOU SERIOUS? THIS HAS TO BE A DREAM!! PINCH M-OW, WHAT WAS THAT FOR?"
"You asked for someone to pinch you so I did!" You said while laughing at his frustrated face.
"You have to make it up to me!" He said while crossing his arms.
"And how would I do that?"
He pointed to his lips and said or more accurately asked "By giving me a kiss?"
You giggled at how cute he was being and complied to his request by softly pressing your lips to his and moving them in sync with his until the both of you ran out of air.
"Who knew today I would get kissed and almost murdered by the person of my dreams!" He said while holding my hand and helping me get up from the couch as we both laughed and heard some more voices laughing.
We both looked behind us and there stood the boys just looking at us like they had been caught stealing something.
"Congrats!!" Minjae shouted and the rest of the guys congratulated us right after.
This sweet moment was obviously short lived as we had to get back to work to film Yechan's part.
"Good luck bub" You said as Yechan quickly kissed your cheek.
"Thanks cutie, try not to fall for me this time!" He said while laughing making you laugh too.
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Hold Me Down part 2
Part 1
“Jack, seriously, stop it. Your gonna fuck up the jacket and Metta is gonna kill you,” you yell at him
“No i’m not ma, you worry too much” he says
“Yeah, you're right because sometimes you're a literal child, it doesn’t matter anyway I'm going to have to carry it around like always.” you huff taking the jacket off of Jack and draping it over your arm
Jack was getting ready for his meet & greet CD signing later this evening and was currently figuring out what he wanted to wear. He ended up just wearing a black hoodie and cargo pants.
“So are you excited to finally get to meet people up close and personal?” you ask him
“Yeah, my favorite part of doing all this is getting to meet all the fans” he says excitedly
“Your such a goof, but most importantly your sweet, you got them all wrapped around your finger” you laugh
“What can I say, i’m a natural charmer” he smirks at you
You roll your eyes at him. “You know what’s crazy, I was looking at Instagram earlier, and the line to meet you is so long it wraps around like 3 blocks and people got in line at 5am to see you” you say showing him your phone with the video playing.
“Wow” he says sarcastically, not even phased one bit.
You on the other hand were kind of internally freaking out. You were a very private person, and kept out of the spotlight, and crowds were just not your thing. So working for Jack seems so ironic since he’s literally followed everywhere he goes. But you and him always had a system. You also had started working for him when he was starting his album so there was not much press, and for concerts you were always backstage away from any crowds. These meet and greets would be the first time where you would be kind of in the middle of everything, you couldn’t hide backstage for this.
It was time to finally leave for his meet and greet, you followed him into the car. As you guys started to drive to the store you could see the line starting to form from blocks away. You started to get nervous. Once you pulled up to the store, the car had parked behind the building to try and avoid crowds but there was still a massive crowd of fans and paparazzi crowding around the van. You started to shake your leg out of habit. Jack looked over at you and saw your nervous expression and placed his hand over your thigh gently rubbing it.
“Are you okay, Y/N” he asks concerned, he never really saw you this freaked out before. You shake your head and try to calm your breathing down.
“Hey, give us a few minutes, don’t open the car door yet” Jack says to the driver.
“What’s wrong?” he asks “Honestly i'm scared Jack, i'm not used to the crowds yet” you say
Jack instantly grabs your arms bringing them up to wrap around his neck, while he wraps his arms around your waist and holds you tightly.
“Hey, hey I got you, you're okay. You know I would never put you in any danger or let anything bad happen to you right.” He says rubbing your back.
“Mhmm” you mumble into his neck. Jack holds you for a while until you finally calm down. You finally release from his hold.
“You alright now? he asks. You nod. “you promise” he says still holding your waist. You nod again.
“Ok I think i’m ready now, oh god what did I sign myself up for” you laugh trying to lighten the mood
“Better get used to it pretty girl, because you're stuck with me” Jack says
“And you're forever going to be a pain in my ass, now let's get this over with already” you say
He nods to the driver and security and they finally open the door of the car for you all to get out. Jack let you and Neelam go in first and didn’t get out of the car until he saw you safely make it inside before he stepped out, to avoid having you to deal with the screaming fans and flashes of the camera.
Once you had made it inside the store you were able to hide yourself in the corner of the room away from people. You were very happy getting to see Jack meet all his fans and bring smiles to their faces, and every so often Jack would look in your direction to make sure that you were safe.
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Concerts and Tequila PT.2
Tw!! NSFW mentions of drinking
This is the first smut I’ve ever written and writing from a different genders POV wasn’t a great first choice any constructive criticism is highly appreciated.
Part two to my other fan-fiction under the same name
Sebastian POV
Looking at her hazey eyes makes thoughts run through my head, hell my head is spinning. Doing anything right now isn't okay though, right? I ask myself. I mean we’ve both had so much to drink. No, I can't do anything. I'll wait. I have too. I realize I’ve just been looking over [Y/N]’s face as I’ve been stuck in my own head thinking. Before I can make another coherent thought a pair of warm lips collide with mine. The hand that had been on her chin falls as the lingering smell of tequila and some sort of fruity chapstick flood over me and I’m frozen for what feels like years before my body takes over and my hand moves to rest on the back of her neck. My eyes close and I relax into the kiss letting my mind forget its worries for this moment. Her hand tangles in the back of hair. Before I can even realize I’ve pulled her into my lap as the kiss continues, my hand gently holding onto her waist just under her hoodie. Her hands tangle themselves deeper in my hair, one of my hands hesitantly, creeps up her skin following the shape of her. She’s warm between the alcohol, the hoodie, and I’m sure because of the situation. My hand stops when it reaches just under her breast. I remember the conversation I had just had with myself and run my hand back down to where it had been. Eventually we pull away for some air, we rest our foreheads against each other as we breathe.
“I’ve waited so long to do that. Sucks it took 20 cc's of liquid confidence.” She says under her breath with a laugh, yoba I will never get tired of her laugh. Her voice is still horse and going in and out from screaming but it’s still the prettiest thing I’ve heard. I fall back into the bed, my head spinning a smile plastered on my face now, [Y/N] promptly climbs off my lap and lands beside me, her head finding its home in the crook of my neck. My hand finds itself gently rubbing circles on her waist.
“I didn’t know you felt like that.” I say trying not to watch her facial movement, I'm totally failing. I’m definitely staring.
“I didn’t want to mess anything up that we already had.” She mutters as she plays with a strand of my hair. I watch her eyes dart around my face waiting, no, begging for confirmation that her boldness hasn’t ruined our friendship.
“[Y/N], I’ve had a thing for you since we talked at the beach that night.” I say, her eyes light up the drunken haze still coating them. She yawns, it has been a long night, I glance at the clock. Shit it’s practically two am.
“Let’s get to bed.” I say standing up to go turn the light off and double check the door is locked. Sam and Abigail are sneaky bastards, but I owe them. As I turn I see [Y/N] climbing under the covers of the bed we had just been laying on. I can’t help but to smile. A big goofy drunk smile, yoba I’m going to feel so sick in the morning. How does [Y/N] drink with us on Fridays and just get up and do farm work. The thought bogs my mind as I walk back to the beds and without a second thought I undo the covers beside [Y/N]. She gives a very tired smile. She turns to be in bed and rests her head onto my chest, I slip my arm under her head. Can she hear my heart racing, I really hope not. I watch as she falls asleep, placing an very gentle kiss on her forehead, not not to wake her before going to sleep myself.
[Y/N] has the worst alarm sound, why did she pick the worse one, my head hurts. I groan as I sit up, I was right I feel like I got hit by a bus. Speaking of i have to ride one today. I toss my legs over the side of the bed and stretch. Before I know it, we’ve all checked out of the hotel and are climbing into the rental car to go return it and catch the bus.
“[Y/N] how in Yoba’s name are you so chipper?” Abigail asks as she closes the car door and gets passed the aux cord.
“Working the farm makes you a morning person, what can I say?” She says with a smile on. She puts the car in reverse and we get on the road. The three of us are dealing with different hangover symptoms except her. How is she fine? I know if I ask it’ll just be something like ‘farmers don’t have time for hangovers.’
The bus finally pulls into the stop at town and everyone hobbles off. Everyone says their goodbyes as Abigail and Sam head back to their houses.
“Well I better get back and check on the animals.” [Y/N] says
“Wait, uh, about last night?” I ask my confidence left when the hangover hit me.
“Yeah, you uh wanna come by later this afternoon and we’ll chat over some prairie king?” She asks as she tosses her backpack over her shoulder.
“8?” I ask and she nods, turning on her heel towards her farm.
——8pm——
I take a drag from the freshly lit cigarette, blowing it out as I glance up at the clouds covering the sky. [Y/N] should be happy rainy days are good for the farm, quieter at least. The walk is nice and quiet. It gives me time to think what am I going into? We both confessed our feelings. I’m confused and nervous about what’s going to happen. Are we going to pretend nothing happened? Before I know it I’ve arrived at the farm and my cigarette is finished making my nerves a small bit better. I make a straight shot to the door and knock the door while shoving the burnt out cigarette butt into the pack. I’ll toss it later, I think to myself. T my he wooden door creaks open as a tired [Y/N] stands in front of the door with a huge smile. She ushers me inside, on the coffee table sits a pizza box from the saloon and some jojo colas. She has pillows set on the floor to sit on and controllers set beside each side. She closes the door behind me as her cat comes over to rub against my leg before curling beside a space heater in the kitchen.
“So uh.” She says breaking the silence as we sit, the theme music for prairie king softly playing in the background
“I didn’t think it would be this awkward sober.” I say laughing out a breath, my hand rubbing the back of my neck.
“Look things don’t have to get all weird between us, if you don’t want to move forward anywhere that's totally fine. I get it completely. The friendship we have is great and if that’s all it’s going t-“
“You’re adorable when you ramble you know.” I say trying to not let on that I’m just as nervous as her. She begins stuttering over words trying to put a sentence together.
“Seriously, I like you [Y/N], and I want to move forward on that.” I say my hand moving to rest on hers. She smiles and I set my free hand on her cheek, gently pulling her forward until our lips meet. This kiss is much gentler, the passion is still there, it's not the same. It’s better. The food can wait, same with the game. As if it’s muscle memory, one of her hands rests on shoulder and the other finds its way to my hair. I pull away just for a moment.
“Do you want to?” I ask, my eyes meeting hers.
“Right now, more than anything.” She says before reconnecting the kiss. That’s all I needed as I guide her back onto my lap as I did last night. She straddles me as my hands find themselves exploring. They find the hem of her shirt, I start to lift it when it reaches her arm we break the kiss to let it slip off her head. My eyes drop
“I’ll be honest, I didn't expect anything to happen.” She says with a laugh a plain bra matching her skin tone faces me.
“I don’t care what it looks like.” I say grabbing the hem of my own top and pulling it off, tossing it with hers. She places her hands on my chest and the other on the back of my head. She pulls me forward back into a kiss, my hands trail up her spine until I hit the back of the bra pushing the two sides together, the clasp falls. Both of our breathing is unsteady as she pulls the straps off her shoulders. I’m assuming it lands near our other clothes. I’m quick with moving my hands to her front, she’s so warm. I feel a bit bad, I know my hands are cold, they always are, she doesn’t seem to mind. I have one hand reach to hold her breast as I rub circles around her nipple with my thumb. Her hips buck forward in response to the touch, and a quiet moan was added to the kiss. My own body is very well aware of the situation. I start to fiddle with the strings on her sweat pants until the bow she had it tied in comes loose. I’m cursing my jeans for being tighter than I want at the moment. She pulls away, breathing heavily
“Ugh, did you want to go to my room?” She asks as she slowly works the button on my jeans.
“Do you?” She nods, standing helping me up as she leads me to the bedroom. The door clicking shut behind us. She quickly steps out of her pants, her underwear falling with them. She climbs onto the bed as I’m kicking off jeans and boxers. My cheeks flush, she’s sitting against the headboard. She pulls me back in for a kiss before my nerves can catch up to me. One hand is beside her hip steadying myself, with the other I start to gently rub her thigh, quickly move up to tease her entrance. She gasps and whines, her hips push down towards my hand. I understand and slowly push two fingers in, starting them at a steady comfortable pace. I put my head in the space between her neck and shoulder being as gentle as possible as I bite and kiss at her neck leaving marks down to her breasts before kissing down her stomach. She gasps as my tongue presses against her sensitive bud. Moans slip from her lips as her hands rush to my hair pulling gently towards herself. After a couple minutes of this her thighs push together against my head slightly and I pull away.
“Not yet sweetheart.” I say in a borderline growl in her ear as I pull her down so she’s laying under me she yelps as she’s pulled from her sitting position. She smiles at me with lust filled eyes as I line myself and slowly push myself into her until our skin meets.
“Fuck…” I mutter as Im fully inside the woman underneath me now. Her legs wrap around my waist and pull me down from my neck into a kiss. I start at a quick but steady pace. I pull away from the kiss and look at her as she moans under me and holds on to my shoulders for some sort of handle on things. It’s not long before her thighs tighten around me and try to keep my stationary as she rides her peak out.
“I love you.” I say wiping some hair from the side of her cheek as I keep thrusting throughout her orgasm. I push myself up so I can see her fully under me, my hands going to each breast playing and gently tugging. I quickly pull out the warm liquid landing on her stomach and thigh. I touch my forehead to hers for a moment, before reaching over her to the tissues on her nightstand carefully cleaning her off. I toss them in an trash can she has in her room before laying beside her. We’re both panting as she cuddles beside me.
“I love you too.” She says smiling.
“Why don’t we get cleaned up, eat the food you have ready and play the prairie king.” I say sitting up, she nods and sits up with me. I think I'm starting to love Pelican town. And of course [Y/N].
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[Transcript begin.]
[Someone taps their hand on a wooden surface, as time goes on, the taps get quicker, and louder. Until finally…]
?: Alright. [The tapping stops.] I… think I’ve gathered myself enough.
[Voice identified: Edgar.]
?: Ok Mr. Edgar!
[Voice identified: Cassidy.]
E: So, um. God, where do I even begin…
[A quick pause.]
E: I… hm… I might as well tell you what was happening internally after I split off from the group, eh?
C: Yeah, all I was told by Peony is you uh ripped a person's tooth out.
[Edgar audibly flinches at the mention of his actions.]
E: Yes, I did do that. But… more on that later…? Uh, when I split off from the group, all I could really think about was when Mari got attacked by S.V2, and… I couldn’t let that happen to anyone else, especially not them again. So… I did what I’ve always done in those situations, took one for the team.
C: That… Doesn't sound good for your mental or physical health.
E: [A sad laugh.] Boy, don’t I know it. Anyway, I ran for… 30 minutes? 40? Unsure, honestly, I knew I just… had to keep going. Your escape was top priority for me. I needed to make sure it went, er, as smoothly as it could’ve. I managed to outrun them for a while, but it caught up. Just like everything always does.
C: Yeah… Uh hm…
E: I tried to help them, I really did, all 15 of those poor people stuck in that fucking thing. But… I didn’t anticipate it sticking itself back together. It fucking slammed me into a wall. And screamed right next to my ear. I could hear their voices. They sounded scared. And… I guess that was my tipping point.
[A wooden chair's legs scraping across tile.]
E: I had my first encounter with that manager after I tried going somewhere out of the way. He pulled out that mask and… my brain just wouldn’t let me give up after I saw it. I knew what would become of me if I didn’t try. So I grabbed the bag of explosives and off I went.
C: I see… I uh… Do think hearing something like that and seeing a showfall mask after would… Uh… What's the right word?
E: Freak someone the fuck out?
C: Close enough.
E: Ha, uh, and��� then I made my way to that prop closet. The one that Marv almost died in. And this is the part that I’ve been thinking about. Those two employees, they were innocent people. They probably had lives, and family, friends, history! I… I killed them. I didn’t even fucking consider the people they could’ve been.
C: I… I…
[The sound of a can being spun.]
C: Maybe… Showfall brought them back?
[Slow footsteps, as Edgar makes his way to an unobstructed area of the apartment. He begins pacing.]
E: That doesn’t change the fact that I killed them, Cassidy. That’s not even the worst part.
C: Mari's killed people too… [Whispered.] I helped kill people…
E: They were still people.
C: So were the people Mari killed…
E: That doesn’t make it okay! That doesn’t make any of this okay! Nothing can justify the innocent god damn lives I took in my own fit of fucking rage and madness! That’s… it isn’t okay.
C: I'm not saying that. Nothing that has happened is ok. None of it.
E: There was someone in the prop closet, Cassidy.
C: …
E: There was someone, and I saw them and I fucking slammed the door.
C: Edgar I…
E: I slammed the door, and I felt nothing. It’s only now that I apparently feel bad. Not then! Not when I could’ve done something! Not when I was actually making the choice! Why the fuck did I do that? I can’t– I– that was me, making that choice. I can’t stop thinking about it. I wasn’t intoxicated, I wasn’t masked. But I still did it! I still fucking did it and I don’t know why.
C: You were upset. I uh… Your friend is one of the people in S.V2 right? I remember seeing that, I think.
E: [His words seem to jumble together at some points in his speech.] Why the fuck did I slam the door. Why did I do that. What caused me to want to do that. I could’ve moved on. I could’ve just walked away. But no, I had to go and slam that dumb door in that poor person's face. And–
C: You were mad. You tried to help people and failed. I think? That's what I'm gathering. You were upset, upset people do stupid stupid things… What matters is that you feel bad. You feel guilt. Right? Means you're still a good person.
E: Cassidy they were fucking banging on the door, I heard them banging on the door and I didn’t do anything. [The footsteps quicken.] I ignored it oh god why did I ignore it why the fuck did I ignore that.
C: Edgar. You ignored it because you weren't thinking, you were upset. Probably tired. Not a good mix.
E: It probably hurt so fucking much oh god I–
[His sentence is interrupted by a loud shout of fear, followed by several thuds, as he sprints off somewhere and crashes into several pieces of furniture.]
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From My Tower
Summary: An orphan all her life, Y/N is simply too old to remain at The Bowery Home any longer. That is where an anonymous patron has swooped in to send her off to college and all he requires…a monthly letter of her academic progress.
Based off the book and musical “Daddy Long Legs”
Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader
last part // series masterlist // next part
JANUARY
On the Eve
Dear Batman,
You should see the way this college is studying! We've forgotten we ever had a vacation. Fifty-seven irregular verbs have I introduced to my brain in the past four days--I'm only hoping they'll stay till after examinations.
I’ve been told some of the girls sell their textbooks when they're through with them, but I plan on keeping each of mine. Then, after I've graduated, I shall have my whole education in a row in the bookcase, and when I need to use any detail, I can turn to it without the slightest hesitation. So much easier and more accurate than trying to keep it in your head.
Harriet Kane dropped in this evening to pay a social call, and stayed a solid hour. She got started on the subject of family, and I COULDN'T switch her off. She wanted to know what my mother's maiden name was--did you ever hear such an impertinent question to ask of a person from an orphanage? I didn't have the courage to say I didn't know, so I just miserably plumped on the first name I could think of, and that was Montgomery. Then she wanted to know whether I belonged to the Massachusetts Montgomerys or the Virginia Montgomerys.
Her mother was a Rutherford. The family came over in the ark, and were connected by marriage with Henry the VIII. On her father's side they date back further than Adam. On the topmost branches of her family tree there's a superior breed of monkeys with very fine silky hair and extra long tails. They’re one of the founding members of Gotham City (please read in the most condescending tone possible). I meant to write you a nice, cheerful, entertaining letter tonight, but I'm too sleepy—and scared. The freshman's lot is not a happy one.
Yours, about to be examined,
Y/N Abbott
Bruce surprised himself by laughing out loud at the sarcasm with which Y/N portrayed about the way the his cousins’s eldest daughter bragged about their family.
His mother had been a Kane before she married Thomas Wayne and Bruce wished he had something pleasant to say about his extended family. Unfortunately, Y/N was right on the nose about Harriet Kane and the girl had learned her behavior from all those around her. The founding families of Gotham were a limited bunch and Bruce was stuck with them even if their genetics were shared.
SUNDAY
Dearest Batman
I have some awful, awful, awful news to tell you, but I won't begin with it; I'll try to soften the blow with good news first. Y/N Abbott has commenced being an author! A poem entitled, `From My Tower', appears in the February Monthly--on the first page, which is a very great honor for a Freshman. My English instructor stopped me on the way out from dinner last night and said it was a charming piece of work except for the sixth line, which had too many feet. I will send you a copy in case you care to read it.
Let me see if I can't think of something else pleasant-- Oh, yes! I'm learning to skate and can glide about quite respectably all by myself. Also, I've learned how to slide down a rope from the roof of the gymnasium, and I can vault a bar three feet and six inches high--I hope shortly to pull up to four feet.
This is the sunniest, most blinding winter afternoon, with icicles dripping from the fir trees and all the world bending under a weight of snow--except me, and I'm bending under a weight of sorrow.
Now for the news--courage, Y/N!--you must tell.
Are you SURELY in good humor? I failed in mathematics and Latin prose. I am being tutored in them and will take another examination next month. I'm sorry if you're disappointed, but otherwise, I don't care a bit because I've learned such a lot of things not mentioned in the catalog. I've read seventeen novels and bushels of poetry-- really necessary novels like Vanity Fair and Richard Feverel and Alice in Wonderland. Also, Emerson's Essays and Lockhart's Life of Scott and the first volume of Gibbon's Roman Empire and half of Benvenuto Cellini's Life--wasn't he entertaining? He used to saunter out and casually kill a man before breakfast.
So you see, Batman, I'm much more intelligent than if I'd just stuck to Latin. Will you forgive me this once if I promise never to fail again?
Yours in sackcloth,
Y/N
17th FEBRUARY
Dear Batman,
This is an extra letter in the middle of the month because I'm rather lonely tonight. It's awfully stormy. All the lights are out on the campus, but I drank black coffee and I can't go to sleep.
I had a supper party this evening consisting of Barbara and Harriet and Diana--toasted muffins and salad and lemon cakes and coffee. Harriet claimed she'd had a good time, but Babs stayed to help wash the dishes.
I might, very usefully, put some time on Latin tonight but, there's no doubt about it, I'm a very languid Latin scholar. We've finished Livy and De Senectute and are now engaged with De Amicitia (pronounced Damn Icitia).
Should you mind, just for a little while, pretending you are my grandmother? Babs has one and Harriet and Diana each two, and they were all comparing them tonight. I can't think of anything I'd rather have; it's such a respectable relationship. So, if you really don't object--When I went into town yesterday, I saw the sweetest cap of Cluny lace trimmed with lavender ribbon. I am going to make you a present of it on your eighty-third birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!
That's the clock in the chapel tower striking twelve. I believe I am sleepy after all. Good night, Granny.
I love you dearly,
Y/N
Bruce was surprised by the anger he felt at this girl. He had an overwhelming urge to write a letter back admonishing her. To be throwing a dinner party after failing her exams was the definition of youthful pride. And yet, when she pretended she was writing to her grandmother, Bruce felt his heart twinge. He was very familiar with the wish to have a family member. While he always wrote to Alfred when he had been away at school, it was not the same.
Bruce shook his head. NO! Y/N knew better! She had one job and that was to be the best student she could be. He was not paying for her to throw a dinner party. As his anger started to grow, a piece of paper fluttered to the floor. Bruce picked it up and realized it was the poem that she had written. His anger started to melt away with each line he read and he fell back against his seat, rubbing a hand down his face. This girl was a wreck on his emotions.
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Chapter 6 Part 2: Agmine Consectamur (We hunt in packs)
Smaller part today, got a lot of work with grading papers https://archiveofourown.org/works/47442772
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10am, somewhere over Europe
Riot couldn’t decide which sound was more unnerving. The plane’s engine sound or Soap’s goddamned snoring. She had almost forgotten Johnny’s astonishing capacity of just lean against something, anything, and go right to sleep like a fucking baby. If only he could sleep in silence.
Gaz was playing a video game on his switch, with his headphones firmly on his head, so absorbed in his game that he had forgotten the world around him. And in any case, he had sat as far from Soap as he could.
Price was sitting at the front of the plane, working on his laptop, and grunting from time to time, swearing that if MacTavish didn’t stop snoring he would throw him out of the small plane.
She had chosen to sit in the back, in the line that had seats facing each other so she could have her backpack in front of her. The plane was small enough that there were only two seats on each side of the aisle, and too small to be able to escape the infernal sound of the Scotsman’s pipes.
Maybe that was why Ghost was sitting on the other side of the aisle from her, his long legs stretched out and taking over the small space between the seats. If he was sleeping, which she wasn’t sure of, she would have to climb all over him to be able to go to the toilet.
Climb over him, the fuck is wrong with you.
She wished she had brought her old iPod with her. With the rush and the anger after the briefing, when preparing her gear and her backpack the iPod was left charging in its socket. Ah well. She would just stew in her seat, fantasizing about putting a bullet through Rico’s eye. She still had to decide which one.
‘‘Can’t sleep?’’
She almost jumped in her seat when Ghost spoke so suddenly, his deep voice rumbling from the depths of his chest.
‘‘For fuck’s sake, Ghost, I thought you were sleeping’’
‘‘Just resting my eyes. Can’t sleep with that goddamned noise, can you?’’
Riot laughed, relaxing against the back of her seat, and turned her head to find Ghost staring at her from the other side of the aisle, still sprawled over his seat, too big to really be comfortable.
‘‘It’s a good thing we like Johnny, otherwise someone would have strangled him by now… but it’s not his fault. I can’t sleep on anything that is moving’’
Ghost snorted, moving a bit so the back of his head was resting on the headrest, closing his eyes again.
‘‘What do you usually do during flights then?’’
‘‘Listen to music, but I forgot my iPod. Or study, or watch films, but I didn’t bring my tablet either. So I guess I’m stuck counting the seconds between snore and snore’’
He wordlessly got up from his seat and started moving towards the front. She looked at him, staring at his broad back and shoulders, not knowing what had happened, when he nonchalantly grabbed Soap’s bag and started rummaging inside.
She was still staring at him, dumbfounded, when he came back with a tablet in his hands, and plopped down on the seat next to her instead of where he had been sitting before.
‘‘Did you just steal Soap’s tablet?’’
‘‘He’s not using it’’ Ghost shrugged, unlocking it -the bastard knew the password- and started browsing through the Scotsman’s film collection. ‘‘What are we watching?’’
We
Riot looked at the tablet in Ghost’s hands, and then up to find him watching her again. He was wearing his full balaclava again, so the only thing of him she could see was his eyes, and they were locked on hers, waiting patiently for her to accept what he was offering.
She wasn’t sure if he realized what he was offering. She wasn’t sure if she knew what he was offering, but she didn’t want to loose… whatever that was. So she decided.
‘‘Let’s see’’ She scooted closer to him, lifting the armrest, to get a better look at Soap’s selection. Ghost raised his arm to rest it on her seat’s headrest, waiting, observing the crown of her head and the curve of her neck and ear and what he could see of her jaw under the mask.
‘‘Have you seen Dredd? It’s the only thing in here that I haven’t seen in the latest months’’
‘‘I think I have but I can’t recall it. Karl Urban?’’
‘‘Yes, that one. Works for you? It’s not long’’
‘‘We can choose another later’’
Almost an hour later, Price stood up from his seat, grunting, needing to strech his legs and distract himself from the never-ending reports, and instantly regretted it when the first thing he saw was Soap’s mouth wide open, in the middle of his snoring. How in the earth MacTavish was able to produce such infernal sound, he didn’t know. How did he manage to only snore like that in planes, he didn’t know either. He had to get away before strangling him.
The Captain started to make his way to the toilet at the back of the plane, grunting something about inconsiderate assholes ruining the flight for everyone else, but stopped in his tracks when he came into view of the last rows.
Ghost and Riot. Sitting together.
The Lieutenant was sprawled over the seats, too small for his bigger frame, his legs resting on the seat in front of him so he could prop what looked like a tablet on his thighs. Next to him was Sergeant Vega, almost nestled under Ghost’s arm around her shoulders, her legs bent beneath her body to get as close as she could. Both of them seemed enthralled for what they were watching on the tablet, Price could hear faint sounds of dialogues and shooting.
Shaking his head, the Captain turned in his heels to go use the toilet at the front of the plane instead, tempted to wake up Soap by whacking his head, but considered that if MacTavish witnessed the scene, none of them would hear the last of it.
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Do with this what you will. All I ask is that you make me laugh (as usual).
AHHHH HAHA luce!! okay, the only thing i could think of is based off of this vine. so.... enjoy.
au: non!idol
genre: crack
words: 649
warnings: mention of drinking, hobi is a good cleaner, yoongi too, vmin are chaos demons, seokjin is in love, namjoon is a worried mother, and jungkook has fire.
author's notes: this is unedited - i am lazy and i woke up at 5am this morning. please see this post for drabble requests!
The party is slowly quieting down. They’ve all had a bit too much to drink but they’re all doing their part to clean up so that the house isn’t a total mess when they wake up.
Hoseok is cleaning up plastic cups from around the pool. Yoongi is cleaning the kitchen while Taehyung and Jimin whip each other with tea towels they’ve rolled into weapons. Seokjin has gone to kiss his new girlfriend goodbye. Namjoon is folding the chairs back up and trying to stuff them into the ridiculously small bags that they come in (seriously how does anyone get these in the firs time? No, he doesn’t want to think about the first time he tried to put a condom on), and Jungkook is …
Where is Jungkook?
Namjoon has a folded canvas chair between his thighs, small tiny ass bag in hand when he realizes that Jungkook has gone missing. Which, normally wouldn’t be a concern except that Jungkook drank Jägermeister with Taehyung and Jimin and Jag makes Jungkook go a little … what’s the word? … bananas.
The opening of the bag only goes over one of the legs and Namjoon sighs, opening his legs and letting the chair fall to the ground with a hard thud.
He looks around and sees the three in the kitchen window (Yoongi looking tired but ignoring the chaos that is happening behind him).
Namjoon watches Yoongi open his mouth and say something that Namjoon can’t hear because in usual Yoongi fashion he’s saying it under his breath, but he thinks he reads Yoongi’s lips to say something like “Yah! If I feel that towel on my skin, I’ll stab you.”
Namjoon chuckles despite himself and continues his search for Yoongi.
Jin rounds the corner of the house, hands in his pockets, and looking a little too happy with himself.
“You seen Jungkook?” he asks and Jin shakes his head.
“No, but I did just receive the kiss of my life. I think I’m going to marry that woman, Namjoon-ah.”
Namjoon smiles and turns away to see Hoseok holding a white trash bag which is already almost full. Fuck they went a little too hard tonight.
“Hobi! Have you seen -“
He stops as he sees a small figure crouched by the fire pit, metal poker in hand.
“Jungkook!” he calls (while also finishing his question to Hoseok).
Jungkook doesn’t look up.
“What’cha got there?”
He watches as Jungkook’s looks into the embers, the last remaining flame a little too weak to light it all up but enough to show the smirk that grows on Jungkook’s face.
Namjoon takes a few steps closer to the fire only to realize that Jungkook doesn’t have a metal poker but a stick. A wooden stick and he has stuck the end right into the flame. Both men (and he thinks Hoseok and Seokjin too) watch the stick’s end light up.
“What do you have, Jungkook?” Seokjin asks from behind Namjoon.
There’s a long silent pause before Jungkook’s eyes go wide and he holds up the stick, a little too close and a little too on fire for Namjoon’s liking.
“FIRE!”
There’s a rush past Namjoon and then suddenly Jungkook is on his feet, running with the fire stick in front of him, Seokjin chasing after him.
“Seokjin, NO!” Namjoon calls out. “Stop!”
Yoongi steps out of the house, towel in his hands, eyes on the ground as he hears shouting in front of him. He sighs, he had just escaped the kitchen because there was too much noise and now there’s more chaos?
He looks up and sees Jungkook holding a burning stick, Seokjin chasing after him in what Yoongi isn’t sure is shouts of joy or concern, and Namjoon standing still trying desperately to wait for a time when he can grab the stick out of Jungkook’s hand.
Yeah Yoongi thinks, I’m going home.
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hi 😙 for the event (300 special) could i have liebe c6 please ? 👀
Hello there, Anon! Thank you very much for the request! And I'm so sorry for the wait on this!
I'll admit, I got a little stuck on what direction to take the interaction but I think I like where it ended up, even it took a turn into angsty, if just for a paragraph. I hope I portrayed Liebe alright, being a little snippy but ultimately a very soft guy. And I think a lot of how he defines love and happiness is defined by what he learned from Licita.
Also, I didn't make this piece too lovey-dovey because quieter, day-to-day interactions can still get across feelings of romance.
Summary: There is a power to something as simple as the phrase "I love you" which you and Liebe bring to each other.
Genre: romance, hurt/comfort near the end.
Word count: ~800
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“Go on! Say it to my face, Liebe!”
“Grk! Really?”
You sat cross-legged with Liebe, face-to-face, on the floor of your room. His face was cupped in your hands, squished just the slightest bit from either side.
“You heard me!” you said in a sharp voice. “Say. It. To. My. Face.”
“Fine! Fine fine fine!” Liebe’s face colored up and his tail wildly flicked behind him, making you smile. He was normally handsome but making him flustered turned him into someone adorable. “I love you! In a way that’s different from loving Asta or loving stew, I love you! You got that, yeah?”
You grinned a cat-like smile, or perhaps “mischievous” was the word Liebe was looking for, and let go of your devil boyfriend’s face. Liebe touched a hand to his face, taking in the lingering warmth that your touch had left on him. It was pleasant but faded all too quickly.
“Yup! I got it loud and clear!” you said with a full laugh. Then, you got to your feet with your grin and laughter still evident.
“Ehh?” Liebe raised an eyebrow and got up after you. “You’re being weird now. What are you laughing about?”
“I’m just happy to hear that you love me,” you answered while you reached up to ruffle Liebe’s hair. “And so you know, I love you too, Liebe.”
Liebe let you do as you wished, even smiling faintly as your fingers worked through his messy locks. As you pet Liebe’s head, you noticed that his smile seemed distant. Not a cold distance. But a warm and thoughtful one. You weren’t sure what to make of it but because it was Liebe, you accepted it as yet another side of him that you could fall in love with.
You pulled your hand away, a fond smile on your face. The door swung open the very next moment with Asta smiling to you and Liebe as he stepped in.
“Heya, hope you don’t mind but I gotta steal Liebe for a mission now!” he stated.
Liebe’s immediate response was a huff. He shrugged off his annoyance just as quick though.
“I’ll see ya’ when we get back,” Liebe told you as he followed Asta out.
…..
It was hours later, late into the night in fact, when the magicless brothers returned to the base.
“Yaaaawww… We’re back…” Asta muttered without his usual energy as he passed the circle of couches where you were, enjoying a snack before bed. “Dinner?”
“Servings in the fridge."
Asta nodded then ambled along.
As for Liebe, he stopped following Asta to shuffle to where you were seated. Then, he collapsed on the couch, very narrowly missing your legs. You set down your snacks, knowing they’d get in the way of Liebe. Or Liebe would get in the way of your snacking.
“Hey.” His arm flopped and caused his hand to land on your leg.
You playfully bounced your leg as a greeting of your own. “Hey yourself.”
There was a pause as Liebe crawled along the cough to get his head in your lap. You sat up a bit straighter to avoid Liebe’s horns pressing into your stomach.
“‘Member what you said earlier?” asked Liebe.
“Mm?” You glanced down to see that Liebe’s face was towards you but his eyes were closed. “Yeah? Which part though?”
“‘Bout you being happy to hear that I love you.”
“Ah-huh…” You leaned and rested your arm on the couch’s arm.
“I… Feel the same.” Liebe let out a sigh. “I already know but… Hearing it ‘s special somehow.”
“You’re not worried that hearing it too much will change that?” you questioned.
“I went years without… Without hearing anything…” Liebe’s face twisted, as if he was on the verge of tears just from remembering. “It’s a shock that I didn’t come outta that grimoire completely messed up in the head.” Liebe reached for your hand and you took it without hesitation. “I was alone and scared and angry. I couldn’t do anything for Mom except regret ever meeting her. She was… the best person and I…” He bit down on his lower lip. “I won’t ever hear her call me ‘son’ ever again. She’ll never tell me how much she loves me. So I…”
Despite how tightly he’d closed his eyes, tears slipped out and ran down his cheeks onto your lap.
“Can you…?” His voice was broken and pleading. “Please, I just want…”
You squeezed Liebe’s hand in understanding. You gently wiped his tears away.
“Of course I can, Liebe,” you whispered to him. “I love you. I’ll say it today and everyday. For the sake of your happiness.”
Liebe squeeze your hand back.
“I love you. I love you…”
You were happy to hear those words. But you were happier to have the chance to add to Liebe’s happiness after the life he’d lived.
#questions from the ask box#black clover#black clover fanfic#liebe#liebe x reader#awesome anons#300 follower special#a moment in time#x reader#reader insert#hurt/comfort over liebe missing his mama... the poor baby...
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