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I think people have truly lost any ability to be patient with storytelling.
‘I don’t understand this’ They’ll explain it if you wait.
‘I don’t like how this episode left things hanging’ There’s a continuation next week.
‘This character is flat’ Wait for them to be fleshed out.
So many of the complaints I see about shows lately are people being confused by things THAT THE SHOW WANTS YOU TO BE CONFUSED BY THATS THE FUN OF MYSTERY AND FORESHADOWING YOU ABSOLUTE GOBLINS THE MAIN CHARACTER IS ALSO CONFUSED AND THEYRE GONNA DO A BIG REVEAL AND EXPLANATION LATER IF YOU WOULD JUST FUCKING WAIT
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dizzykss · 6 months
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distracting dreams. longer name. könig notices you avoiding him. and it doesn’t take long for him to figure out that it’s all because of a little dream you had. marks. fingering. pussy play. semi-public. slight age gap
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you couldn’t meet könig’s gaze for the entire day. the one time you did get a glimpse of him, his arm reaching over to grab a gun or a vest or something that you weren’t really paying attention to, your mind started whirring. your little dream had come back to, despite your inner protest, the memory of könig’s hands sliding down between your thighs made your stomach clench. heat making your cheeks flushed, along with your nose.
könig had noticed this change in your expression, as he eyes you. this only seemed to make your mind run laps, remembering the way his thick fingers jammed into you, while his heavy bulge kept nudging against your widened legs. fuck. in that moment you spared him a small smile and quickly turned to take business elsewhere.
as the day got later, your pussy craved for something that you knew you’d never get. i mean how pathetic can you get? honestly. but what you hadn’t realized was how attentive könig was to you. having been your mentor and supervisor he had grown a keen eye to your habits. you had never minded making eye contact before, or at least as much. but now you actively avoided it. and when könig made the mistake of letting his gaze drop he saw the way your thighs clenched tightly together.
he wasn’t a stupid man, he knew what that meant. and though the clear age gap and status provided you both with a clear ‘forbidden zone’, könig couldn’t help but keep looking. you were a pretty girl. könig also wasn’t blind. he knew the random stares you got, the passing compliments. he hadn’t thought much of it, but as he soon became aware of your dire need to avoid him he grew curious.
“i need to speak to you.” könig says to you in his normal professional manner that has you thinking you’re in the clear. but the moment you two end up alone he draws in close, far too easily lifting you onto the nearby table. your eyes expand as his large hands holds your thighs apart, and around his hips. “why are you avoiding me?” his question is simple. but you’re too awestruck to come up with a lie as you just gulp.
he’s testing a theory. your avoidance of eye contact, flushed cheeks, and clenched thighs all lead to something that is making könig second guess himself in thinking his plan is all for research purposes. did he want you like this? did he like the fact that you looked so flustered?
“alright, answer me this then. what did you dream about the other night?” his straight to the point question is nothing like the könig you knew. in fact this whole ‘confrontation’ is anything but. he doesn’t waste his time conversing in deep detail, or asking any questions that lead to said conversations. his question is followed by your further silence. what were you supposed to say? ‘yeah, i dreamt of you fucking me until i could barely breathe’.
“it’s a simple question.” he speaks again, and this time you can feel your body come to life. but not in the way of action in more of a reaction to his hands now stroking your thighs. his hands can practically encompass them. that only seems to make your inability to speak more prominent. “if you aren’t going to say anything, i’m going to start assuming.”
yeah, maybe his ‘plan’ is turning into something more. he wanted to know what was bothering you. that if he touched you this close would you react with disgust or as you are now? but now his mind seems to wander. if he’s right about you fantasizing about him, and if you won’t talk, there’s only one way to understand more.
you can’t comprehend a thing as his hand slips down between your thighs and begins to rub right against your covered pussy. your mouth salivates as your hands grip on the material of his shirt. könig watches you closely as your gaze darts down in surprise, your lips parting. his fingers drag against your cunt as your hips instinctively shudder. yeah…he knows.
his other hand then moves over to the button and zip of your pants, skillfully unbuttoning and unzipping until his hand can completely slide past your panties and graze right over your weeping pussy. a small gasp leaves you as your hips move a fraction, your head now practically rested on his chest as he stands. his calloused fingers do wonders to your clit and more choked sounds leave you.
you’re embarrassed. but at this point nothing much is going on in your mind besides the repeat of ‘könig is touching me’ ‘könig is touching me’. he doesn’t say a word as he then slips two fingers into your hole, the stretch making a louder mewl leave you. könig’s free hand presses against your mouth to quieten you, as he begins to fuck you with his fingers, your clothes muffling the wet drag of your seeping pussy.
his hips keep your thighs from shaking too much as you press against them for support, your forehead against his chest drawing you closer to him. “do not make a sound.” he whispers to you, as he removes his hold on your mouth, his hand slipping to partially soothe and hold your head.
könig can feel you squeezing around his fingers, your breathing telling him how close you are as his thumb rubs soothing circles on your clit. your orgasm crashes over you as you mouth opens, panting against him. he keeps thrusting his cum covered fingers into you as your hips grind as much as they can. after a moment, your orgasm slowly decreasing, könig mutters something. “is that why you were avoiding me today?”
you can’t tell if he’s disappointed or not. and you’re still too scared to look him in the eye. even more now, that his fingers are spreading your arousal and cum all over your pussy lips, his hand still in your pants. “i’m…sorry.” you manage, your embarrassment catching up to you. he doesn’t reply a moment as he keeps playing with your pussy lips slowly. “is that a yes?” he hums.
“…yes.” you murmur back. the moment you say this, his fingers slide right back into your hole making you gasp, and grip onto his arms. you finally gaze up at him, as he begins to finger you again. “w-what—“ you choke out as your eyes threaten to roll, the heat in your core returning. you don’t know his reason for thrusting his fingers back into you. because all he knows is that he wants to watch you cum again.
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talaok · 1 year
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A little favor
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Pairing: Joel Miller x fem! reader
summary: You fucked up a trade and want to make it up to Joel
warnings: smut | dub-con, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected p in v sex, virginity loss, daddy kink, a touch of dacryphilia, dumbification, and a bit self insert
"I'm sorry" you sobbed "I'm so sorry Joel, I swear I didn't see them and when I did it was too late and- and I'm sorry I didn't run in sooner" you were out of breath "I'm so sorry"
Your face was drenched with your own tears, even the sleeves of your shirt were in similar shape.
You had fucked up
Once again, one might add, but that's not the point.
You were supposed to keep guard as he traded some things, you didn't really know what, he never told you what, or anything really.
He just brought you with him and stuck you outside to look out for FEDRA people.
That's how it had been for the past month,
And this time,
it went wrong.
The FEDRA people had in fact come, and you hadn't noticed them until they were practically in front of you.
It was a miracle you had gotten out of there alive
as for the other guy, the guy Joel was trading with... well, he hadn't been so lucky.
And so now here you were, sobbing on his - your- bed, because you had made a mess again, and he had to clean it up.
"I'm sorry"
God, did you never get tired of saying that?
"y/n" his deep voice interrupted your sobs
You looked up at him, or at what you could make out of him from the glassy fog your eyes had become.
"It's fine sweetheart" he raised your chin, settling in front of you.
Another tear escaped your eyes, and you sniffled
"but-" you bit your trembling lip "I was stupid- I was- I was inattentive"
"you should be mad" your voice cracked
But you knew he never did, get mad, and if he did, he certainly didn't let you see it.
You had no idea why, or how, all the men in your life before him (which were just two, your father and your ex-boyfriend) would get mad at the littlest thing, from you spilling some water on the precious - worthless-coffee table to you not understanding something as quickly as they wanted you to.
You weren't the smartest of the bunch, never were.
"at least she's pretty"
that's what everyone always said,
at least she's pretty,
at least she's not gonna realize you're insulting her even when you do it right in front of her, she's not gonna be an engineer but at least she's gonna find a man to take care of her.
"men don't like it when women are smarter than them anyway"
Every single phrase, every word was engraved in your brain,
in your tiny little brain, a mantra you repeated over and over, until inevitably, it became the truth.
It still amazed you how diffrent he was though,
You expected it, at this point, to be called stupid and worthless for the tinies mistake, but he had never as much as raised his voice.
He had never called you names,
he had never laughed at you, or made fun of you, or treated you like you were used to, like you were supposed to.
"I'm not mad"
"why?"
"it was a mistake" he shrugged "it happens"
"it happens a lot to me tough"
"well that's fine" his voice was warm "everyone's diffrent"
You still couldn't wrap your head around it "why are you so nice to me?"
He smiled "I like you"
"b-but I'm-" you avoided his glare "I'm-" you didn't even know how to say it,
how to describe how useless you actually were
"Baby it's fine" his thumb stoaked your cheek.
"what about the cargo?" you asked, raising your head again
"We lost it"
"I'm so sorry" another sob "it's my fault"
The room fell silent
"Can I do anything?"
You saw something happen behind his eyes
"really" you urged " Is there anything I can do to make up for it?"
"I can look for other contraband" you suggested even though both of you knew you had no absolute idea where to look for it "I can-" you were already out of ideas "I can cook dinner"
God that was stupid
He smiled and you wanted nothing more than to be invisible.
"Please tell me what I can do" other tears fled your eyes
"Please daddy"
Shit
You instinctively covered your mouth
You didn't mean to, it had just come out.
You were scared to look up at him, to see the amused grin he would have on his face as he made fun of you in his mind,
but as you wiped the tears off your face, glancing up at him, the only thing you did see, were his eyes darker than you'd ever seen them before.
"I'm sorry" you whispered "I didn't mean to-"
"don't apologize"
"b-but-"
"There is something you could do" his thumb was tracing your jawline as your eyes sparked with excitement
"Really?"
His lips twitched into a grin
"What?"
"well" he was looking at you differently than before "you could do me a little favor"
"anything" you immediately answered, making him chuckle.
"it's more of a personal one" he explained, moving some hair out of your face "more... physical"
You frowned, confused, and he took one of your hands to slowly place it on his crotch.
Oh
"I've never- I've never done that before"
"I can teach you"
You looked up at him, your big eyes hiding under your lashes.
You really wanted to make up for your mistake.
"ok" you murmured
"good girl" he said, as a strange heat pooled between your legs "undo my belt" he ordered, and you looked at him hesitantly before obliging, your nervous fingers fumbling with the buckle for a moment before you were able to undo it.
You looked up at him for approval and he only nodded, urging you to keep going.
So you did, you undid his zipper and slowly pulled his pants down.
Something hard was straining against his boxers, you could see the tent that had formed.
"Don't be scared sweetheart" he reassured you, and you gulped as you timidly pulled his underwear down.
Oh wow
It was big,
not that you had any means of comparison but it definitely looked big.
He must have noticed your eyes widening because he said "don't worry baby, I'll go slow"
You nodded, hesitantly taking it in your hands
"w-what do I do?" you asked, looking up at him, and you felt his member twitch in your palms.
"oh baby you're so precious" he groaned, and you genuinely didn't know if it was a compliment or not.
"you just have to open your mouth,"
You did it
"just like that baby, perfect" he praised
"and put it in"
You looked at his threatening dick and then at him, fear clear in your iris.
How was all that gonna fit?
"It's gonna fit" he read your mind "don't you trust me?"
You did.
You trusted him more than anyone.
And so you did it, you widened your mouth even more, and took him in, looking at him questioningly once your lips were wrapped on not even half of his shaft.
He groaned nonetheless "that's good baby, you can move now"
You did, you started experimentally bobbing your head up and down, and according to his heavy breathing, you seemed to be doing a fairly good job.
"hollow your cheeks for me baby"
You obeyed and were rewarded with a loud groan
You looked up at him, your eyes evidently asking -is this good?-
“That’s good” he breathed, his hand going to the back of your head “that’s good baby, keep going”
The room filled with a lewd noise as your lips and chin soaked with saliva.
You forced yourself to take more of him in, but your jaw was begging you to stop.
You tried to lean away but his hand didn’t let you.
“Go deeper baby”
You peeked at him worryingly
“You can do it, sweetheart”
“Don’t you wanna make it up to daddy?”
You hummed in agreement around his cock,
of course you did.
"then be good and choke on it"
you could feel your heart beating in your ears, but you ignored it as you did what he said, taking all of him in, until his tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag softly.
A tear fled your eye, but this time it wasn't because of an emotion, it wasn't fear or patheticness, no, it was just reflexes, and for once, you liked it.
"that's it" he breathed "that's my good girl" he said, and you found yourself involuntarily rubbing your thighs together, desperate for some friction.
"fuck- that's it baby" he hissed as you kept moving your head, careful of every movement "that's it- keep going"
" 'knew you could take all of me baby" his fingers grazed your chin, as his eyes somehow darkened some more "do you think you could take daddy inside of you?"
His hand left your head and you leaned away
"inside?"
wasn't this already inside?
He seemed pretty inside to you.
"yes baby inside"
he leaned down to get closer to your face.
His fingers found your bare thighs, and danced until they were at the hem of your skirt
"do you think you could take me in your pretty pussy?" he explained better, and your mouth gaped open in surprise,
the real surprise was that your jaw was still able to do that after all that work.
"but-"
"be a good girl for daddy" you felt his digits get under your skirt as he breathed against your mouth "it's just a small favor"
"I've never-"
"I know baby" he pushed you onto the bed "But don't worry, I'll take care of everything" he promised, crawling on top of you "I'll take care of you"
he kissed your neck, a whimper fleeing your mouth "I'll make you feel really good" his quick hands freed you of your shirt and bra before you could even register it, and just after a few moments there went also your skirt and panties.
He hissed as he took you in.
"You've got such a pretty body sweetheart," he said as he kissed it all over "wish I could just stare at it all day" it tickled when he kissed your belly "touch it all day" he murmured against your skin "fuck it all day"
You whimpered as his mouth got inches from when you needed it the most, but he leaned away, taking off his own shirt and stepping out of his pants.
"so pretty" he mumbled as he used your legs to bring you closer to the edge of the bed.
He spit onto your cunt and you hissed, the cold sensation taking you by surprise.
His finger slipped between your folds, coating his digits with your liquids.
He groaned "such a pretty pussy baby"
"here" he drew his finger towards your mouth "taste yourself"
You could feel your cheeks color, but you did it nonetheless, tasting yourself around his finger.
He grinned at the sight "good girl" he hissed as he retracted his finger, and used the hand instead to position his dick at your entrance.
"stay still baby" he grabbed your hip, and you froze.
You could feel his tip graze at your entrance and it both excited you and terrified you.
You shut your eyes, biting your lip, bracing yourself for the inevitable pain.
"no look at me baby" he urged "keep those pretty eyes on me when I'm inside you"
"o-ok" you whispered, and he smiled
"god you're such a good girl" he said, as finally, he pushed himself in, or better, his tip in, and as you felt like a volcano had just erupted inside your body, you winced loudly in pain.
"I know baby" he cooed
no, you don't
You felt a tear travel from the corner of your eyes down to your temple.
He kept going, making you gasp in pain again, your hand gripping the sheets.
"It's-It's too big daddy" you cried out
"no it's not" he didn't give your pleads importance as he kept going, slowly but surely "You can do it, baby"
"I- I can't"
"yes you can" he stated "be a good girl and take it all for daddy"
"b-but it hurts" another tear
"it's gonna feel better after" he promised "trust me"
"daddy" your voice cracked as a sob came through
"come on sweetheart you almost did it"
" 's too much" you cried
"sh- sh- sh" he shushed you wiping some tears off your face " do it for me baby " he said, "you said you wanted to make it up to me"
"I-I do"
"then do" he cocked an eyebrow, and you nodded, sniffling.
"good girl" he praised, as he took your waist and with one harsh move, thrust fully into you.
"see" he admired his cock so deep inside of you "knew you could do it" he smiled at you before retracting his hips, briefly noticing the blood on his dick, and then slamming it back in.
"oh my god" you moaned
"fuck" he grunted " got such a tight pussy baby," he said, developing a rhythm as weak shocks of pain mixed with overwhelming ones of pleasure.
"knew it would be good" he kept talking through labored breaths "just like you sweetheart" he grabbed your hips more harshly as he slammed into you mercilessly now "always so obedient" he purred " so good for me"
"knew you'd take me well"
"knew you'd have such a perfect little pussy"
He bent down and to your surprise, he kissed you, messily and sloppily, but heavenly nonetheless.
"daddy" you whimpered, your back arching against the bed
"It's like it was made for me" he grunted " just designed to have only me in it" he hissed "to be mine"
"is it mine baby?"
"y-yes" you nodded, all the pleasure fogging your brain "it's yours, daddy- all yours"
He kissed you again "and what about you?" he asked, his hips still working like it was his life-long duty to slip you in fucking half "are you mine, sweetheart?"
"yes" you whined
"You're my good girl?" his hand found your clit and you gasped, a breath getting stuck in your throat "you'll do anything I want you to?" he asked, "when I want you to do it?"
"yes daddy-yes"
"that's my girl" he smirked, as you felt a weird pressure form in your stomach.
"so if I tell you that I wanna come inside you're gonna let me right?" he asked breathlessly "because you're my good little girl and I can do anything I want with you?"
"mh-mh" you nodded mindlessly
"that's right baby," he said "I can feel you're coming"
"your pretty walls are squeezing me"
"do you wanna come?"
"yes!" you moaned "yes please daddy "
He crashed his lips with yours "then come all around me sweetheart"
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sycamoregirlsworld · 28 days
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Cowboy Like Me- L. Castellan
Luke x fem! reader
shorter then usual
“now you hang from my lips like the gardens of babylon. with your boots beneath my bed, forever is the sweetest con.” - taylor swift
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Nothing had felt right since Luke had left. Days seemed duller, nothing was exciting anymore, it was a chore to just get up every day.
The pitying glances thrown her way had long turned cold. No one cared to check up on her anymore when she stayed in bed all day, the rest of the camp thought she should just get over it.
It made (Y/n) feel pathetic. Luke had betrayed them, he had left her without a goodbye! So why did she miss him so much?
She found it stupid, she found him stupid. Luke knew she would’ve gone with him without even so much as a ‘please.’
So why didn’t he ask her? Why didn’t he take her away?
Instead, she was left at camp. She was all alone, people didn’t want to talk to her anymore. Everyone was scared that Luke’s girlfriend would turn out just like him. That maybe she was a spy for him.
She supposed their feelings weren’t wrong, if given the chance she would leave like Luke. If given the chance maybe she would’ve been a spy for him.
But he hadn’t talked to her in months, not since the day he had disappeared without a trace.
She missed how it used to be, she missed the happiness. She longed for when Luke would sneak into her cabin late at night to hold her in his arms, or how they’d sneak away from the campfires to be alone, she even missed when he’d tease her over at bad she was at sword fighting but still assist her in any way he could.
It wasn’t like that now, and it would never be that way again.
She slept alone now, no longer with Luke’s warmth enveloping her. She found it annoying how her siblings would tease her when they found them cuddled up in the morning, but now she yearned for it more then anything. It was better then the harsh glares they sent her way.
Campfires were lonelier then ever. She never stayed long anymore, memories of the happier past haunting her. The fire burned at her skin, and the songs hurt her ears.
As she looked around, her eyes caught sight of Annabeth laughing and joking with Percy. She didn’t understand how Annabeth could act like nothing had happened, she was his sister..
Maybe it was her jealousy talking, it wasn’t fair how everyone had just moved on and (Y/n) was still stuck in her grief.
Had no one cared for Luke? Did no one care that he had betrayed them?
She had to leave, it wasn’t like anyone would’ve cared if she left anyways.
She slipped into the woods like her and Luke had done time and time before, trudging over the sticks and underbrush to the one place she knew would bring her comfort.
(Y/n) found herself in a secluded area near Zeus’s fist. It was a place her and Luke would come often, whether they just wanted to hang out or if Luke needed her and there were people in the cabins.
She slid down to her knees in front of a little opening in the rocks, (Y/n) reaching her hand in to retrieve the duffle bag she and Luke had hidden there long ago.
At some point, the bag had held all the things the needed when they were alone together. Snacks, a blanket, condoms Luke had snagged from Gods-knows-who, and a couple of mixtapes.
But now, the bag held all the remnants she had left of Luke. Clothes, stupid jewlery she had made for him, and poloroids of them were stuffed into the bag.
She had done this many times since he was left, sneaking away from camp and grabbing the duffle bag so she could pretend that Luke was still with her.
This time, however, the smooth fabric of the bag didn’t meet her fingers. (Y/n) frowned as she shoved her hand deeper into the crevice, but her hand only met dirt.
“What the fuck…” She mumbled as she lowered herself to the ground to look into the hole. “Where is it?”
Panic started to rise in her chest as she started swiping at the leaves that surrounded her, in hopes of finding the bag.
This was all she had left of Luke, she needed this bag!
“Where is it!?” Her breaths came out labored as tears started filming over her eyes.
Her shaky hands snaked into her hair, tugging on it in stress.
“Looking for something?”
(Y/n) froze as she heard the voice behind her, this wasn’t real. This had to be a stress induced hallucination.
She craned her head around, her mouth going dry as she saw Luke standing behind her with the duffel bag hanging from his fingers.
What was wrong with her? She’d dreamt about the moment he’d come back to her for so long, making up scenarios of what she would say or do to him.
Would she beat his ass for leaving her? Cry? Make-out with him?
But as he stood over her, dark curls hanging over his eyes, she was frozen.
“L-Luke?” She croaked out.
Luke smiled softly as he crouched down in front of her, his hand grabbing her chin as he tilted her head up.
She almost started sobbing right then, realizing just how much she had missed his touch.
“Hey, baby…” His breathed out. Now that he was closer, (Y/n) could see his face more clearly. He looked different, stronger. His face was more mature, and his clothes looked more expensive then the stupid camp shirt he had always worn.
But his hair was still the same curly mess she loved, and his eyes were still the same ones she adored.
“Why are you.. here..” Her voice shook as she gripped his wrist.
He unzipped the duffel with his free hand and pulled out a mixtape. “I wanted this.” He shrugged before tossing it back in. “It’s a plus that you kept all my stuff in here, needed some of that.”
(Y/n) felt her face grow hot in anger, he was here for that stupid mixtape? What about her! Was he not going to come steal her away?
She shoved his hand off her chin and stumbled away. “What about me?” She glared at him.
“That’s why I wanted the mixtape..” He frowned and reached out for her again. “I’ve been going crazy without my girl with me..”
She saw red at his statement. He was going crazy? How did he think she felt!?
“Then why did you leave me?” She spat out as she slapped his hand away from her, tears falling down her cheeks involuntarily.
“I didn’t want to get you involved—” Luke rushed out, trying to crawl closer to her. “I didn’t want to leave you, but it was too dangerous to take you with me.”
“You shouldn’t have made the choice for me!” She sobbed, head falling in her hands. “I need you, and you left me…”
“(Y/n)….” Luke whispered. He tilted her head up as his thumb brushed her cheek, wiping her tears away with fond eyes. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. You know I hate seeing you like this.”
Her cheeks flushed as she gazed up at him with wet eyes. She hated how after all this time, he still had this affect on her.
She was supposed to be angry, she should want beat his (pretty) face in with that stupid mixtape, but instead all she wanted his him.
She wanted—no, she needed—his comfort, she needed his affection, she just needed him.
“C’mon pretty girl, I know you’re happy to see me.”
(Y/n) squeezed her eyes shut and looked away from the boy, she was happy to see him.
“Take me.” She blurted out as she looked back up at him, her hands meeting his sharp jawline.
“What do you mean..?” Luke mumbled, his hands reached up to grab hers.
“Take me with you this time, I want to be with you..” (Y/n) begged him.
Luke hesitated as he stared down at her. His eyes flicked between her eyes and lips, desire clouding his thoughts. How had he been holding back for so long? He’d been so needy for her for months, and now that she was in front of him he hadn’t even kissed her.
“But what about camp?” He tilted his head to the side, reaching a hand out to run his thumb along her cheek.
“I don’t care about camp.” She immediately shook her head, melting into his embrace. “I just want you”
Luke sighed before tugging her forward, his nose brushing against hers. “You know there’s no coming back from this, right?”
“I don’t care, as long as I’m with you.”
Luke’s restraint snapped, and he captured her lips with his in a frenzied motion.
(Y/n) moaned as his hand gripped her throat, applying just the right amount of pressure that sent shivers down her spine.
Despite the months apart, he still knew her intimate desires. The knowledge made her heart pound in anticipation.
Her hands ended up in his curls, tugging at them softly as she desperately pulled him closer. The kiss was rough and desperate with longing, their teeth clashing as they tasted eachother for the first time in months.
“Fuck, I missed you so much.” Luke groaned as he pulled away from her lips and started to kiss down her neck.
(Y/n) crawled into his lap and gripped his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. “I missed you too, don’t ever leave me again.” She pleaded as she felt Luke suck on her neck, no doubt leaving marks along her skin.
Luke grunted as she climbed into his lap, bucking his hips up into hers with a needy whine. “Never again.” He mumbled into her neck, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
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cherry-leclerc · 2 months
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raspberry kisses ☆ cl16
genre: a bit of angst, humor
word count: 2.7k
cherry here!...in order to completely understand this blurb it is recommended to read thinking of her ! i pinky promise it will be better that way! enjoyyyy :)
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The wind is knocked out of the Monegasque as he stares back in shock due to your words. “You’re pregnant?” Turning your attention down to your shoes, you nod.
When you were younger, you had always envisioned a moment like this. Where you would enthusiastically announce your pregnancy to your husband and he would brighten up like a light bulb. He would thank you and kiss you until you couldn’t breathe. 
Once again, the universe has humbled you because things don’t always turn out to be the way you wish they would.
“This is amazing. My God - fucking amazing,” he whisphers as he tries to reach out for you but you quickly narrow your eyes at him. 
“You don’t deserve for my baby to have your last name.”
He flinches. All the color from his face drains as he shakes his head. Don’t be like that. You can’t help but let out a sour laugh. “How? Truthful? Cause it sure as hell sounds like a life sentence if you ask me.”
“Stop-”
“You weren’t there for my sleepless nights. What makes you think you deserve to be there for his?”
Charles doesn’t know whether to cover his ears or jump with joy. “A boy? A boy...” He smiles. “When did you find out?”
“Does it even matter anymore? You weren't there.” The green eyed boy is hit with a wave of guilt as he rips his gaze from yours. How could he be so stupid? Why didn’t you tell me? His voice is weak and mellow, and for a second, you feel bad. Rolling your eyes, you pinch the bridge of your nose. “How could I? You were too busy fucking another woman.”
Sad eyes look back at you. “I-I…I still deserved to know.” 
“Are you serious? You deserved to know?” Your voice booms with sticky rage that has him losing all his mental strength. You click your tongue. “Okay, let’s go over the times I tried to let you know. One, do you remember that night we were supposed to go grab a bucket of gelato to take to Pascale when she had a fever and you called saying you couldn’t make it? I wonder why. Two, do you remember the time I surprised you by going to Singapore and all I found was Carlos claiming he hadn’t seen you for hours? I wonder why. Three-”
“Okay, I get it.” He takes a step closer. “I messed up - plenty of times - but I’ve changed. I’m not the way you remember me being. I’m different and I’ve always cared.” The way you shake your head has him trembling for your next words. Reaching out to rub your stomach, he draws his dark brows together softly. “And with a baby on the way I can-”
“What? Change for good?” Pushing his hand down, you bite your lip as tears fall. “You must think I’m stupid enough to believe that anymore. You couldn’t keep your vows, so how can I trust you?”
I’m done, Charles.
-
It’s been two months since he’s seen you. At first you tried explaining why you had to leave all of a sudden. It’s just a quick work trip. I’ll keep you updated, don’t worry. He could only nod when deep down, he knew you were leaving just to get away from him. But if a break is what you needed, so be it. He could do that.
“I’m going crazy!” he screeches at Pierre as they walk down the paddock. “I miss her…I miss my little bean. Is that even possible? He’s not even born yet.”
The Frenchman quirks his head. “Peut être. But it’s nice to see you suffer.” Charles gapes. “What? You totally deserve it, dickhead.” 
“I know I do but no need to keep reminding me.” The Monegasque scrunches his nose. “What do you think she’s up to? And don’t say work-”
“Work.”
Charles groans. “You really believe that? It’s a coverup!” Pierre frowns. I believe her. “You know what? I’m going to text her. Yeah…” Retrieving his phone from his pocket, he thinks about maybe calling you but settles with the idea that a quick message was probably for the best. 
How are you both keeping up? Update?
Impatiently, he taps his shoe against the pavement. 
Fine. He’s starting to look like a raspberry, if that helps.
He smiles down at his phone as he tries to imagine what that must look like. Over his shoulder, Pierre catches a glimpse before whispering - Damn. Now I’m craving some raspberries. The brunette's fingers type back.
I think Pierre might gobble our baby. But I miss you both. 
Nothing. He sighs as he puts his phone away. 
“So…Could I be the godfather?”
-
Then came three months and he was officially losing it. Occasionally, you would fill him in but it was all still rather new. There wasn’t much to tell yet. Chewing down on his finger, he tries asking when you would come back to Monaco. Soon, you replied. 
He was in pain knowing he wasn’t there with you for these special moments. He knows he deserves it, but it still drives him crazy. Some nights he would even have dreams about you and the baby. Then, when he would wake up to a lonely bed, he would get depressed all over again.
“When did you think it was going to be the right time to tell you’re going to be a dad?” Charles looks up from his notebook to see Lorenzo beaming back at him, face flushed. When did you find out? His older brother runs over. “Just now! I saw her at the market and her baby bump was just…there. She looked so lovely! So happy-”
“She’s back in Monaco?” Anger twists up inside of him as he narrows his eyes. How could you be back and not let him know? He had been playing his cards right - keeping a safe distance - but this was plain out cruelty at its finest. Lorenzo’ eyebrows pinch together.
“What do you mean? She never left. I saw her a few weeks ago grabbing that obnoxious ice cream you both love. I just assumed she bought it for you two. Or last month at the farmers market-”
Springing up from his chair, Charles pushes past him, heading straight to his Pista. He drove through the small streets of Monaco until he realized he didn’t know quite exactly where he was headed. His chest tightens with uneasiness as he glares at the small car in front of him. 
“Oh, come on,” he mutters, fingers tapping against the wheel. “Just fucking turn already.” The tiny convertible stays put even though his blinker is on. The Monegasque looks both ways before trying to go around, but then, just like that, the convertible decides to do the same, causing Charles to rearend it. He groans. “Are you kidding me?”
Exiting from the Pista, he marches over to the car as he leans down to tap on the window. Pierre looks up as he throws a wicked smile. “Oh my God, Charles! Ha! For fucks sake.”
“You little…Since when do you drive a toy car?” The Frechman laughs before flipping him off. It’s not mine. Charles tsks. “Where are you headed anyways?”
“To buy a stroller, now leave.” Charles' heart stops as he spots you in the passenger's seat with a gentle hand over your belly. His green eyes grow wide. Y-you’re showing. Astonished with his words, your jaw drops. “Yeah, that sort of happens when a woman is pregnant.” 
Kika’s head pops up from the back seat. “Hey Charles!”
The Monegasque pouts. “So you’ve both known my wife has been here the whole time and didn’t care enough to fill me in?”
I’m not your wife.
She made us swear!
“Hey!” You huff, throwing a glare at the couple. “That’s it, forget about any godparent duties.”
Pierre’ shoulders drop as Kika hugs your arm sweetly. “It’s not really our fault! If he hadn’t almost killed us then we wouldn’t be in this situation.” Very true, the Frenchman hums. Where were you trying to get to in such a hurry anyways?
“Probably to his mistress,” you say with your attention straight ahead. “Which is why we should leave and let him do his thing.” With very little strength, you turn back to Charles. “But please, at least have some decency and try to hide it.”
He feels sick to his stomach. “I wasn’t going anywhere, I was looking for you.” You snicker. Okay, right. He stiffens. “I just found out from Lorenzo that you were always in Monaco. How could you do this to me?”
“Oh, this is so funny..Remember that’s the same thing I asked you when I found out about you and her?” Giggling, you push back a strand of hair. “Ah, life is funny that way.”
Pierre and Kika grow uncomfortable with the tension flowing between you both. “I have an idea,” the brunette butts in, “How about we go to the doctor?” 
“To fix Charles’ broken heart? You’re a genius, baby,” Pierre cheers. The Portuguese bites the air. 
“No. To check up on our godson.” She makes sure you hear her emphasize as you playfully glare. She smiles back. “The hit was tiny, but we shouldn’t risk it. Please…let’s go?” You nod. That’s a good idea. 
Pierre climbs back into the car and immediately Charles unbuckles him. 
“Get out.”
“Wh-”
“I said get out.” He opened the back door. “Sit with Kika.”
The Frenchman musters a dirty glare before checking up on you. You shake your head. Pierre gulps before facing his friend once again. “No. You sit back there.” Charles leans down.
“She’s my wife. Get the fuck out of the driver’s seat before I force you out. Your choice.”
You glare at the Monegasque. “Charles, stop it, you can’t just kick him out. It’s my car. Go back to yours. Or what? I suppose you're just going to leave it there?” You scoff, feeling proud for making a point. 
Beep beep.
The Pista clicks shut as he wraps his large hand around Pierre’s bicep, already dragging him out. He yelps as he hurries to his girlfriend, who is busy trying not to laugh at the encounter. 
Charles climbs in and starts driving to the nearest doctor.
“Like I said; my wife, my son, my rules.”
-
“I’m not too sure about this,” Kika whispers. “It looks…abandoned.” She clutches onto Pierre’s hand as she takes another look out the window towards the so-called doctors office Charles drove them to. You smack your husband's arm. 
“You lost us!”
He winces, eyes scanning his phone. “No I didn’t! Maman recommended this place!” He shudders at the old mansion. “I’m scared.” But you’re already unbuckling yourself and stepping out into the crunchy dirt. Only because I trust Pascale, you murmur underneath your breath. The three follow behind as they keep a lookout. 
Reaching the front door, you knock. Coming, a small voice yells out. Once the door swings open, a little old lady stands right in front of you. “Check up for…” She looks down at her notepad. She scrunches her brows. “Raspberry?” Charles blushes.
“Oh! That’s just a nickname.” 
When he hears you start to laugh, he can’t help but get lost in admiring your smile. It had been a while since you gave him one of those. Of course. Follow me, Lola confirms. It’s a home business, she speaks up as she walks you four down the hallway. It may look scary from the outside, but trust me, we’re just here to do our job. Grinning, you nod. 
“Are you the father?” she questions Pierre who swiftly shakes his head. Charles and Kika fall into a coughing fit. They blush. I am, Charles states. We’re the godparents, Kika jumps in. Lola nods apologetically. “Please excuse me. Would you two follow me?” 
As soon as you enter the small room, you lay down. “Alright mommy, do we want to know the gender?” You click your tongue. 
“Oh, we already know. We just want to know if he’s alright after a little mishap we had this morning.” You growl over at the Monegasque. 
“Of course, and what we’re going to do is an ultrasound to check up on the baby. Is that okay with you two?” Charles is quick to smile and almost pukes from excitement. On the other hand, your palms grow sweaty. 
“It is - I’m just a bit nervous. This will be the first time I see him.” Charles’ stomach flips. 
“Did your gynecologist not-”
“She did,” you cut her off. “I just wasn’t ready…I didn’t want to do it alone.” 
The Monegasque swore you were sending some sort of cryptic message, and if it weren’t for your intimate and rosy stare, he would have looked the other way. Trying to be careful about it, he goes in to squeeze your hand. Slowly, you find yourself being soothed by it.
“You’ll never have to go through anything alone ever again because I will always be here for you and with you.”
“And with your baby boy…and girl! Congratulations to you both, you have a set of healthy twins.”
Gasping, you direct your attention to the screen as Charles falls onto his knees. 
“Oh shit.”
-
“I can’t do this,” you pant as you yank your hair in all sorts of direction. Kika beams. 
“Yes you can! This is going to be amaz-”
“She’s right,” Charles squeaks from his place on the floor. “I can’t either…this is…”
“There he goes again.” Pierre laughs as he spots his friend fainting once more. It was a constant pattern and Lola had gotten so fed up with it all that she chose to give them room to settle with the idea, but not before filling in both Pierre and Kika.
Annoyed with Charles’ fiasco, you kneel down and grab him by the collar. Then, just like that, slap him with all your might. His green eyes fly open as he instantly rubs his cheek and moans in pain. “Get it together man,” you firmly speak, finger wagging towards your belly. “Because this…is happening.”
“Whether you’re ready or not,” Pierre adds before Kika slaps a hand over his mouth. You and Charles both glare. 
“Can I have a moment with my husband?”
Despite feeling queasy, Charles’ heart speeds up at your words. It seems like the couple notices the sudden shift that they don’t second guess running out the crammed room. Sliding down to a more comfortable position, you take a seat next to the pale man. 
“Charles, I’m so scared right now.”
“Me too…” He notices your stern look. “I mean I’m not!” You sigh.
“No…You’re allowed to be scared too. I just…”
“I know.” A beat. “But we have each other. We can do this.”
“How can we if there’s no us?” 
And like pointed out before - Charles Leclerc would beg if he needed to.
“Amore,” he starts. “I know you don’t believe me - and that’s reasonable - but I regret hurting you. I fucked up in ways I never thought imaginable and I failed you as a husband, and I despise myself for it all. I let myself go for a fleeting moment when all I ever needed and wanted in life was you.” Red rimmed eyes stare back as your lip starts to wobble. “And I know it’s going to take some time, but I’m willing to wait for you to trust me again. It’s all I’ll ever work for. For you and for them.” 
A shaky breath slides up your throat. “I just don’t want to be hurt again. I need to stop thinking about myself because the twins are my priority now.” You let out a tired chuckle. “But, shit Charles…You’re also my priority.” His breath hitches.
And he takes a chance because next thing you know, he’s connecting his lips to yours.
You feel it then. You don’t know how you’re able to read into it, but you can feel the way he’s missed you. The way he loves you. And the way he’ll keep his promise this time. 
Pulling away, he looks deeply into your glossy eyes. 
“All three of you are my world. I swear to you I’ll never ever mess that up, but…please. Please…one more chance?”
“You really left your Pista behind to drive me here? Why?” 
He smiles at your nonsensical question. But he loves you for it like he’s never loved anyone else.
“Because I fucking love you. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you how much.”
You let out a soft whimper as his fingers caress your cheek. 
“One more chance, Charlie. But please don’t break it because I…” He patiently waits. “Because I love you so much, Raspberry.”
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valeskafics · 4 months
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"He's All That" Chapter Five: An Understanding - Michael Gavey x Popular!Reader
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a/n: thank you so much for sticking with me through my first michael story, hopefully the first of many. hope you enjoy this ending 🩷
Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four
Summary: You come to a realization and you and Michael? You come to an understanding.
TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, p in v sex, loss of virginity
Word Count: 1,750 words
Rating: 18+, MDNI
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Saltburn characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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Ever since you were young, you know it’s vapid and stupid, but going shopping has always made you happy. It’s been a time for you to focus on yourself and forget about everything except treating yourself. You’ve taken the train to London and decided to go on a bit of a splurge. You walk into your favorite stores - Fendi, Louboutin, YSL. You buy whatever catches your fancy, slamming your father’s credit card on the counter. And yet, none of it makes you feel any better.
You check your phone to see if you’ve gotten any texts from Michael, letting out a huff of annoyance when you see that you haven’t. Why do you even care? Like he said, it’s all fake.
Every touch, every kiss, all of it.
Fake, fake, fake.
You walk into Versace, trying on a pair of obnoxiously high platform heels, staring at yourself in the mirror. And that’s when it hits you.
All at once.
It was never fake.
Well, maybe at the beginning, but your fake love for Michael, somewhere along the way, turned into something very very real. And that’s why you’re hurting so much. That’s why the only thing you can think about is finding him, telling him that he’s wrong, that it was real to you.
But your pride stops you.
You sigh, watching as the cashier rings you up for your shoes and dress, thanking you for your purchase. You take a seat outside, shopping bags surrounding you, a pout on your face.
Maybe that’s all you are, a spoiled little rich girl.
You check your phone again, chucking it back into your purse when you see that your only notification is a text message from Felix.
“Fuck off, Felix.”
“Ouch!”
You glance up to see none other than your ex walking toward you taking a seat beside you. Of course he’s in London. Fucker comes here nearly every weekend. He stares at you for a long while. And for a second, you don’t see your ex. You see your friend, the boy you grew up with. And the levee breaks. You tell him everything, wiping your tears on the sleeve of your cardigan, watching his eyes widen with surprise as you reveal the truth of your situation with Michael.
“Nah, that’s not possible,” Felix shakes his head, “You two were so… I can’t believe you weren’t dating. I’ve never seen two people look more in love than the two of you.”
“Well I suppose we ought to win a bloody Oscar for it.”
Felix chuckles at your annoyance before wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Though this time? There isn’t any hidden motive behind it. It’s a friend wanting to comfort a friend. You lean your head on his shoulder, still sniffling.
“It’s hurting so much because it was real.”
You turn to him and nod, “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.”
“Then what are you still hanging around me for?” Felix grins at you, “Go on. Get your man.”
You laugh, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek and Felix watches the only girl he’s ever loved walk away from him.
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Michael has been sulking all day. There’s no better word for it. He feels like an idiot. How could he have ever thought that someone like you, popular, gorgeous, perfect, would ever want him? Of course it was fake. Hell, you’ve probably gotten back together with Felix by now. Maybe that’s all this ever was. Maybe everything you ever said to him was a lie.
He hears the storm outside and sighs, thinking to himself how nice it would’ve been to be able to cuddle with you right now, even if all of this was fake all along. He flops back onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He reaches out and grabs at his phone, sighing and tossing the Nokia to the ground when he sees no new calls or texts.
You don’t give a shit about him and you never did. It’s official.
That is, until he hears a series of very loud knocks on the door. He groans, calling out to whoever it is to fuck off. But the knocking continues. He grumbles, standing up and stretching his back before stalking over to the door.
“I said fuck o-”
His eyes go wide when he sees you standing there, your hair entirely soaked, your clothes too. You stare up at him, a small grin playing on your face.
“I don’t want to. I have to talk to you.”
Michael clears his throat, holding the door open and allowing you inside. He immediately grabs a towel and moves to dry your hair, realizing that it’s probably inappropriate since the two of you aren’t “dating” anymore. Yet, you don’t make a move to stop him. After he’s done, you take his hands in yours, bringing them to your waist.
“It wasn’t fake.” Michael’s eyes go wide at your declaration, “It was real to me. I don’t know when it happened, I don’t know how. But I’m in love with you, Michael Gavey, and I’m pretty sure you feel the same way about me. But if you don’t,” you swallow thickly, jaw set with determination, “Then I’ll walk out that door and never bother you again.”
Michael stares at you, shocked into silence for a long while before he blurts out, “You’re so stupid.”
Your jaw drops, eyes filling with tears as you turn to leave. You knew he could be cruel, but to this extent? You quickly wipe at your eyes, your hand reaching for the doorknob as you hear him speak again.
“You’re so stupid to think that there’s even the slightest chance that I don’t love you back.”
You turn to face him, watching as he crosses the room in two long steps, pulling you into his arms. You bury your face in his chest, your entire body trembling, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck. You know he’s crying too, but you don’t say a word, the two of you just hold each other, in comfortable silence, letting the realization set in that this was real all along.
That the two of you are really in love.
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Finals come and go and you’re with Michael when you receive your results. Your parents take to him immediately, finding him to be quirky but entirely adorable. He even plays video games with your little brother, teaching him the best strategies for how to win.
Your parents are out for the evening, having taken your siblings to a local theme park, when you approach Michael, a grin on your face and results in hand.
“How did you do?” Michael asks as you take a seat on his lap.
“I got an A!”
Michael beams up at you, pulling you into a kiss, “I’m so proud of you. Knew you could do it. Well, I knew I could get you to do it.”
You scoff, slapping his chest lightly, loving the cheeky glint in his eyes as you retort, “Well, since you’re so proud of yourself, maybe I won’t give you the thank you gift I was thinking of.”
You saunter off toward your bedroom, Michael following after you like a lost puppy, “Present? What present? Come on, you can’t do this to me! I’m your boyfriend, you know!”
You giggle, shutting the door to your room the moment he enters, locking it and gently pushing him down onto your bed, “I know. My boyfriend who I love very much.”
Michael groans as you straddle him, your lips moving from his neck to the hollow of his throat. You make quick work of the sweater you’ve been wearing around the house, tossing it to the side, baring yourself in your entirety to him for the first time. Michael’s eyes go wide, his cheeks flushed as you urge him to sit up, pulling his tee-shirt off and tossing it to join your sweater. He leans up and kisses you as you rid him off his pants, the two of you entirely naked before each other, laying in your childhood bed.
You know Michael hasn’t done this before, so you glance up at him, waiting to see if this is what he really wants. He gives you a tiny nod, watching as you reach for your nightstand, grabbing a johnny and rolling it onto his surprisingly long cock. You give him a cheeky little wink before moving to hover over him, grinding your hips against his as you whisper in his ear.
“I’ve been so wet for you all day, baby. Do you want this?”
He nods eagerly, pulling you in for a kiss, moaning against your lips as you lower yourself down onto him, your bodies joining as one feeling nothing short of heavenly to him. You stay like that for a moment, continuing to kiss him, your lips soft and sweet against his own. This is everything Michael has ever dreamed of. He has never felt so loved, so wanted. And when you begin to move, bouncing yourself up and down on his cock, all he can do is stare up at you in wonder, kissing you when you lean in close enough for him to reach.
You feel so warm, so perfect around him. It feels right, as cheesy as it sounds.
“I love you,” he moans as he feels himself getting closer and closer to his end, “I love you so fucking much.”
His hands grasp at your hips, your arms wrapped around him, pressed chest to chest.
“I love you too, baby,” you whisper against his lips, squeezing around him, “I love you too. So fucking much.”
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When the two of you return to campus, hand in hand, bright smiles on both of your faces, everyone wonders what happened. Weren’t the two of you broken up?
Felix walks into the library to meet up with some friends and sees you and Michael, giggling, sneaking kisses in the stacks, his hands cradling your face like you’re some sort of precious jewel.
And to him? That���s what you are.
When your friends ask you about Michael, if he’s as nerdy as he seems, if he’s as rude as people say, you just laugh, resting your head against your boyfriend’s shoulder, sighing contentedly as he wraps an arm around you. Michael gives you a mischievous grin, pressing his lips to your temple, urging you to answer honestly.
“He’s all that. But he’s so much more.”
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-AGNOSTHESIA Featuring Scaramouche
Part 2 Part 3
Meaning: The state of not knowing how you really feel about something, which forces you to sift through clues hidden in your behaviour, as if you were some other person
Word Count: 3.5k~
Description: A study session with Scaramouche gets spicy
Edited By: @pretty-princess-peach
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“Are you deaf or just stupid? I’ve been explaining this to you for over an hour. How do you not understand?!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! This class is just really hard, and I haven’t really been able to understand anything from the last few lectures. It's all just gotten so complicated.”
“Isn’t this supposed to be your major? Why did you pick something challenging if you’re too stupid to understand any of it?”
“I’m not too stupid! It’s just a challenging class!”
“Why did you beg me to tutor you if you were just going to waste my time?”
You didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t wrong, nearly every study session the two of you have had ended with an incredibly frustrated Scaramouche and an equally confused you. It’s not that you weren’t trying. You paid attention the best that you could in lectures, and you did all the readings. You even used up most of your free time studying! But regardless, you were still hopeless.
Of course, having Scaramouche as a tutor was supposed to make things easier; he was at the top of the class, after all. However, it almost made things more difficult, given the fact that during your study sessions you were constantly getting distracted by how pretty the man was and how close the two of you were to your bed. You probably enjoyed the insults he threw at you due to your lack of understanding just a bit too much too. But no way would you ever admit to that.
~♡~
Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit. It was 1:45pm. Your class started at 1:00pm. This was not good. You burst through the doors, immediately drawing everyone's attention and making your professor stop mid sentence. You were mortified. On this particular occasion, you had spent all night studying before dragging yourself to your school's library to continue studying. You had planned to spend your morning studying before your lecture at 1:00pm. You had not planned to fall asleep until 1:25pm and have to run to a whole other building to get to your lecture. You had been spending all your time trying to keep up with your peers in your astrobiology course, but it appears that plan had backfired, as you had already missed half of your class and would need to beg someone for their notes, perhaps an explanation as well. You looked around for a seat, quickly realizing that the only easily accessible spot was near the back next to Scaramouche. Fuck. Scaramouche was the best student in the class, but he was also notoriously unapproachable and impossible to work with. You had been stuck doing a group project with him before, and he had been a controlling nightmare. Ever since then though, he had occasionally spoken to you if you came close enough to insult. You took a deep breath, swallowed your fear, and started up the stairs. The class had continued on in the moments since your interruption, so you didn’t expect Scaramouche to be staring directly at you when you glanced at him on your way to your spot beside him. You looked away and got to your seat as quickly as you could.
“Well, if it isn’t the smartest girl in class.”
You fought the urge to insult him back, but you knew that if you wanted to get any help from him, you couldn’t risk giving him a reason not to help you. You gave him the nicest smile you could muster; he rolled his eyes at your attempt to be nice. You sat down next to him and set up your computer to take notes for the rest of class. After another half hour had passed and you were hopelessly confused, you turned to Scaramouche to ask him for some help.
“Hey, uh, I’m pretty lost; do you think you could give me the notes you took for the first half of the class?”
“Do you really think that’ll help you? It’s not like you even understand the lectures you don’t miss.”
“I understand them!”
“Yeah, sure.”
He turned his attention back to the professor. That’s when you had an idea that might actually work.
“Hey, do you have any spare time that you could maybe use to help me with the work from this class?"
“Do you really think that I would willingly spend my free time tutoring you? Why on earth would I do that?”
You took a deep breath, silently praying that this would work.
“If you agree to tutor me, I’ll give you Kazuha’s number.”
“You’ll what?”
Yes! He was interested.
“I’ll give you Kazuha’s number, and I’ll put in a good word for you with him.”
“Kazuha? As in Kaedehara? Are you serious?”
He was just staring at you, looking very serious. Clearly, this was important to him.
“Yes, I promise.”
Scaramouche chuckled to himself a little before sighing.
“Okay. Text me where your dorm is. I’ll tutor you on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Sundays.”
“I uh…don’t have your number.”
“You don’t? I have yours.”
“Yeah that’s because I gave it to you. Just text me and I’ll send you my building and room number, okay?”
“Fine.”
You sighed. Why did he have to be gay?
A few moments later, you got a text that said, “Hey loser”. You sent him your dorm information and a list of what times on those days you were free. And just like that, you had a tutor.
When you eventually talked to Kazuha about Scaramouche and how you had given him his number, Kazuha seemed confused, but after an oddly long stare behind you and a glance at his phone, he seemed to understand what you were trying to tell him.
~♡~
“Are you really this stupid? Or do you just like it when I insult you?”
“I’m not stupid! And don’t pretend like you aren’t getting anything out of this!”
“Right, I get to have you meddling in my love life. How could I forget?”
“You agreed to this! I didn’t make you do anything!”
“No, you just gave me an opportunity to spend time with the person I have feelings for, but only if I spend all my free time trying to teach an idiot her major.”
“I’m not an idiot! Stop saying that!”
“You can’t expect me to sit here and watch you screw things up I didn’t think anyone could possibly screw up and not insult you. You’re practically begging for it.”
You huffed a frustrated sigh and went back to your work while your tutor sat there on his phone. How was all of this so easy for him when you could barely understand any of it? You were working so hard but had nothing to show for it except for low grades and a tutor who is the furthest thing from being into you, who also somehow kept getting you all worked up and needy. Part of you wanted to just tell him to stop coming over so you could get through a study session without getting sexually frustrated. However, you also didn’t want to stop spending time with him…because, uh, because Scaramouche was helping you improve! Not for any other reason. Oh nevermind, who were you trying to fool? You definitely had feelings for him, even though you knew they would never be reciprocated. It wasn’t long before you reached another question that stumped you.
“I’m confused.”
“What else is new?”
“Shut up. Can you help me?”
He stared at you and raised an eyebrow, clearly waiting for something. You sighed.
“Please?”
“What’s the question?”
“What is a carbonaceous chondrite?”
“Have you been paying any attention in class? At all?”
“I-”
Scaramouche cut you off.
“Even if you aren’t paying attention in class, you have my notes, and you’ve been asking me endless questions. Wait, I forgot. You’re just an idiot.”
“I’m not an-!”
Once again, he cut you off.
“No, you are. At this point, I’m not even trying to insult you. It’s just a fact.”
“Why?! What did I do that was so dumb?!”
“Do you really want to know?”
“...Yes?”
“Do you remember how you convinced me to be your tutor? Of course you do. You gave me Kazuha’s number. Do you want to know why he was so confused when you told him that? Because I’ve known him since I was a kid; we’re best friends. He only went along with it because I had followed you and was a ways behind you trying to get him to check his messages because I had to send him a text explaining that the girl I have feelings for thinks I’m gay and in love with him, and since he knows how dumb you are, he went along with it for my sake. I honestly thought that you would have figured it out by how nice I’ve been to you ever since we did that project together.”
You couldn’t believe it. Scaramouche has a crush on you, maybe even for as long as you’d had a crush on him. And oh my god you were stupid; he was best friends with Kazuha? How had you missed that?! Oh god, that means Kazuha knew you were stupid too…how did you even make such a big mistake?
“You…like me…? And you’re best friends with Kazuha…? What do you mean you’ve been nice to me ever since our project? You insult me all the time! Even before you started tutoring me, you were mean to me!”
“I talked to you. As far as I’m concerned, that’s nice enough. Anyway, I guess I should be going now huh?”
“Wait uh, you don’t have to go.”
“Oh? Maybe you do like it when I insult you, hm?”
“That isn’t important. I just need you to stay because you promised to tutor me, and I still need help.”
That gave Scaramouche an idea.
“Huh, maybe you just need better motivation to learn…”
He smirked at you before standing up from his spot on your bed and closing the little distance there was from where he had been sitting and where you were seated at your desk. He turned your spinny chair to face him and leaned down so his face was in front of yours and flicked your forehead.
“Hey, dummy, want me to fuck you?”
He laughed quietly at your slack jawed reaction. He stood back to his full height and sat back down on your bed. He gestured for you to come sit on his lap. You stared at him blankly, confident that you had misinterpreted his action.
“Come on now. You’re not really this stupid, are you?”
That was enough confirmation for you. You stood up from your chair and were about to sit down on his lap when he stopped you.
“Take off your clothes.”
He didn’t exactly leave any room for argument, so, as embarrassed as you were, you started taking off your clothes while Scaramouche watched you. You got down to your underwear and stopped, unsure if he wanted you to continue.
“Go on.”
Okay then. You took off your bra and your underwear, now feeling awkward with your tutor sitting in front of you fully clothed. He motioned you forward again and you sat down on his lap. He moved a hand between your legs and ran a finger down your slit before laughing.
“You’re so wet already, I guess you liked those insults more than you let on.”
His comment somehow turned your face redder than it already was. You would have made some kind of argument, however, you suddenly became preoccupied with the feeling of him pushing two of his fingers inside of you and fucking you with them. You couldn’t help but let out a few moans at the feeling. He snickered at the sounds you were making, even going so far as to mock the sound of your moans.
“‘Mmf ah oh fuck mmm haah,’ you sound so pathetic.”
You tried to quiet the sounds you were making, but that only made him more upset.
“Don’t stop. I like hearing you whining like a bitch in heat.”
He pulled his fingers out of you then pushed them past your lips and into your mouth. While you cleaned off his fingers like a good little slut, he used his other hand to undo his pants and pull out his cock. He pulled his fingers from your mouth and lined you up over his cock before bringing you down onto it. You heard him suck in a breath and let out a chuckle.
“Hah, shit, you feel good.”
You could only let out a whine in response. He bottomed out inside of you. After you took a few moments to adjust, you tried to lift yourself up, but found you couldn’t move an inch with the tight grip your tutor had on your hips.
“Wha…?”
“You said that you needed me to stay to tutor you, so, I’m here to tutor you.”
Was he seriously going to try to tutor you while he had you sitting on his cock? No, this couldn’t actually be happening.
“But…but I can’t…”
“You will. I’m just giving you some extra motivation.”
He smirked at you once again.
“What role do supernovae play in the origin, evolution, and development of life?”
You couldn’t think. You were far too preoccupied with the feeling of his cock deep inside of you.
“I don’t… I don’t know, I can’t…”
“Come on, you answered this correctly last week.”
Had you? Part of you thought he was lying to you just to make you feel stupider.
“I don’t know it…”
Your response came out as a whine.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure!”
One of his hands moved away from your waist. For a moment you wondered what he was doing, but then you felt a hard slap come down on your ass.
“Ahh! What…? Why did you?”
“You need some consequence for your stupidity.”
You tried to clear your head for the next question.
“Why is it more likely that we will find prokaryotes rather than eukaryotes when we finally explore Europa, Enceladus, or Mars?”
“I don’t know Scara-”
Suddenly you felt a sharp pain in your cheek. Did he slap you?
“I don’t want my name in the mouth of a worthless slut like you.”
He paused for a second.
“Did you just get tighter? You really are slut.”
You blushed and looked away from him. You didn’t want to admit it, but you really were enjoying yourself. However, the fact that your tutor still wasn’t fucking you was driving you insane. You prayed that soon enough he would get bored tormenting you and finally fuck you.
“Instead of calling me by my name, why don’t you just call me master, hmm?”
“Okay…”
“Okay what?”
“Okay master…”
“Aw, so the slut can be good! Well, since you’re so stupid, I’ll give you an easy question next. What substances are emitted from cryovolcanoes?”
Oh thank god, you actually knew this one.
“Water, ice, ammonia, nitrogen, and methane…right?”
He just watched you for a moment with a little smile while doubt started to build in your mind.
“That’s correct. But it really was such an easy question, maybe I should continue teaching you…”
“Please Sca- master…”
“Oh? What are you asking for?”
“I want you to fuck me…please…”
He watched you for a few moments, contemplating his decision.
“Beg.”
“What?”
“Beg, and I’ll fuck you. I won’t ask again.”
There was no way you were going to beg Scaramouche to fuck you. That would be humiliating. But if it would get him to fuck you…no. You weren’t that desperate for him, were you? However, all of your reasoning flew out the window when Scaramouche lifted you up his cock and dropped you back down.
“Fuck please master, fuck me, I need it so bad, need to feel you wreck me, want you to use me however you want, please!”
“However I want, hmm?”
Before you could reply, he had lifted you off of his cock and moved you so you were on your hands and knees. He got up from his spot and knelt behind you.
“But master I wanna- mmf!”
Your tutor pushed your head into the pillows.
“Stupid little sluts don’t get to touch me or watch me fuck them.”
With that, he pushed his cock back into you. God, why did he feel so big? He’s short, so why does it feel like he’s in your fucking throat from this angle?
“And arch your fucking back, whore.”
You did as he asked, and all you got in response was him letting out a little laugh. He started fucking you slow but deep, and you couldn’t help the moans that were escaping your lips, but thankfully, they were muffled by the pillows, so he could barely hear them. Fuck, this felt so good. The fact that he tortured you before getting here didn’t even matter anymore, as long as he could make you feel like this.
Before too long, you could feel an orgasm approaching, and though you tried to let him know, the pillows obstructing your mouth caused your warning to come out as, “mhmhfm hm hmhm hmm!” and your tutor continued to ignore you. Eventually however, you felt yourself start to tip over the edge. You really did try to tell Scaramouche, but he just wouldn’t listen. He was far too wrapped up in the feeling of fucking you. When you finally tipped over the edge, Scaramouche stopped moving entirely, effectively giving you a very shitty orgasm. He grabbed your hair and hauled you up to him so he could talk to you without pillows getting in the way.
“Did you just fucking cum without asking, princess?”
His voice was sickeningly sweet, and you were terrified of what would come next. He twisted the hair he had grabbed making you cry out.
“Hmmm how should I punish you? Dumb sluts like getting spanked, don’t they?”
You shook your head the best you could with how he had your hair.
“Aw, of course they do.”
He pushed your face back into the pillows and let go of your hair. There was a moment of silence as you waited for what would come next. You felt a sharp pain as his hand came down on your ass. Was he this strong before? You were confident that there would be a red handprint on your ass now. He landed another smack, causing you to emit a little yelp. He continued your punishment until you were shaking and crying. Finally, he decided he was done and wrapped a hand around your throat before once again hauling you upright. He moved his lips next to your ear.
“Don’t try to act like you didn’t like that. I could feel how tight you were.”
You blushed, but before you could respond to him, he started fucking you again, this time hard and fast. Fuck, how did he feel even deeper in you now? He reached a hand around to play with your clit. Fuck, were you going to cum a second time?
“Can I cum? Please, need to so bad.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.”
Instead of stopping like you had expected, he kept fucking you, and within a few seconds, he had you seeing stars. He kept going this time, fucking you through your orgasm. However, he didn’t stop when you were done. He kept going, looking to reach his own end.
“Do you want master to fill you up with his cum? Hmm? Is that what you want?”
“Fuck, yes please, please!”
Scaramouche leaned in to whisper in your ear.
“No.”
“What?”
Suddenly, he let go of you before pushing you back down and flipping you over before finishing on your stomach. Fuck, you were glad you got to see that at least.
“Worthless little whores don’t deserve to be filled with my cum.”
After he said that, some switch seemed to flip in his brain, and he got up to go search for a cloth to clean you up with. He returned and sat next to you on the bed, wiping the cum off of your stomach.
“Are you okay…?”
You were amazed. He looked like a concerned puppy. Was this really the same guy that was telling you how worthless you were a second ago?
“Uh, yeah, I’m alright.”
You stared back at him. But after your confirmation, he seemed to go back to his usual self.
“So uh, does this mean anything…?”
“What?”
“I understand if it doesn’t. It’s okay, I get it. I was just-”
He flicked your forehead.
“Did u miss the part where I told you I have feelings for you? Why would this mean nothing? God, you really are stupid.”
Yep, definitely back to his usual self.
“Wait, so does that mean you wanna like, date?”
He let out a big sigh.
“I suppose I’m willing to have an idiot for a girlfriend.”
“Fine, then I’m willing to have an asshole for a boyfriend!”
He rolled his eyes at you and let out a little laugh before laying down in bed next to you. You didn’t realize how tired you were until you had your head resting on Scaramouche’s chest, and before too long, you had fallen asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.
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simon-sehs · 13 days
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proud (18+) pt 2
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tags / cw: f!reader, fluff, (bare bones) smut, praise kink, alcohol mention, happy ending, marriage mention, birth mention, baby mention
You should have expected it, really.
Even though you were pissed at him, Ghost was once again the protagonist of your wildest dreams.
And man, were they wild…
You woke hours later, around nighttime, pent up and horny. This time, you didn’t bother with the self relief. He didn’t deserve the satisfaction of being in your mind, even if the cruel reality was just you leaving yourself out to dry.
With a sigh, you dug out the bottle of whiskey you had hidden in your dresser for a rainy day and made your way to the roof for drinking and contemplating. Maybe you weren’t cut out for the task force. Or… maybe Ghost was just a fucking prick who needed a good punch. Either way, you found yourself with no answers beneath the stars.
And then you heard the door to the roof open.
Fuck.
“You know you’re not supposed to be up here, soldier.”
You didn’t turn around to acknowledge him. “Sorry…” you said weakly. You felt pathetic, like a kicked mutt.
Ghost sighed and sat down next to you. You tensed. What the fuck was happening? And then he reached a hand out for your bottle. Well, it was fun while it lasted. But instead of confiscating it, he pulled up his mask, taking a long swig before setting it down. Fuck, his lips are so pretty.
“How did you know I was up here?” You asked.
“I came by your room and found it empty. Checked the CCTV footage and traced your steps.”
“…Oh.”
Silence settled over you two. Until…
He cleared his throat and sighed. “You were right. I'm sorry.”
“…Wait, what?” You asked, confused.
“Thing is… I am proud of you. It’s why I push you so hard... harder than I should. I don’t show it well.” He took another drink.
You sat there, dumbfounded. This wasn’t happening. Was he actually… apologizing?
He must have seen your face and sighed. “Look, I’m not heartless. I may not be the most caring lieutenant, but… I care.”
Your face softened. Okay, now he was… starting to make some sense. You wanted to stay mad at him, but your stupid little crush had you folding like a house of cards. Or maybe it was the alcohol. “You do, huh?”
“Don’t let it get to your head, though. We’re not supposed to even be up here.”
You couldn’t help but smile at that.
“And I mean what I said. I’m proud of you.”
Your breath hitched in your throat. I’m proud of you. I’m proud of you. I’m proud of you.
You could feel wetness coating your underwear, still suffering from your earlier budding arousal. Oh, fuck.
You reached for the bottle of whiskey at the same time he did, fingers grazing against each other. You both pulled back instinctively. You met his gaze, and found yourself lacking for breath once more. His stare was intense, and it was… hungry. Wanting.
You couldn’t help but wonder if you were still dreaming, because the next moments were a blur. Your lips on his—or did he initiate it?—his hands cupping your jaw, while yours caressed his neck. You found yourself laying down there on the roof, as his lips worshipped your skin, his words appraising you…
“So fuckin’ beautiful, so strong… you don’t understand how proud you make us… me…”
You moaned and his eyes flickered to yours, the gears spinning in his mind. “You live for it, don’t you? The praise… begging for everyone to know just what a good girl you are…”
Oh, fuck.
“S-Simon…” You moaned, before a soft yelp left your lips due to the sensation of his big fingers against your folds.
He rubbed along the curvature, before pulling away and staring at his fingers. Even in the dark, and at this distance, you could see the light from the nearby flood-lamps shining off of the discharge on his fingers.
“You’re fuckin’ soaked.” He groaned.
You watched intently as he slowly sucked his fingers, before grabbing the whiskey and taking a swig to chase it down.
He made you come with his fingers. Then his tongue. And then like a dream come true, he was stuffing his dick into you.
“Fuuuck, that’s it baby… takin’ me so well… c’mon, let me in some more, love…”
His thumb stroked your clit, making you twitch and flutter around his cock as he pushed further in.
“Ahh, Jesus…” you moaned.
The bastard chuckled before leaning in to whisper. “I prefer Simon…”
If this was another of your wet dreams, you didn’t want to wake up. You found solace in the fact that a billion stars were bearing witness to this moment of you getting fucked lovingly. His face in your neck, his hands scrambling to grope every inch of your body…
No, this was much better than a dream.
You don’t hear the phrase again until years later. You’re in a hospital bed, body aching and swimming from medicinal drugs.
“I’m proud of you, love…”
You almost don’t hear them at first, too busy staring at the infant boy in your arms. After a second, you glanced up, meeting your husband’s brown eyes, so full of love and warmth… for your son… and for you.
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frissy · 10 months
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Earth42! Miles Morales x fem!spider/1610!Reader
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(Part 1) Part 2
MAJOR ATSV SPOILERS
• Earth 1610 Miles Morales
• You are also a spider person on Earth 1610 with Earth 42 spider DNA like Miles
• Takes place right before, and when Miles (and you) are sent to Earth 42
• possessive Earth 42 Miles
• You and Earth 1610 Miles are not in a romantic relationship
• mentions of death, guns, and blood
• violence
• angst and fluff
• some OOC Earth 42 Miles
• not proofread
Let’s do this.. one more time. Hey, I’m [name] from Earth 1610. You’ve heard the story before, I was bitten by a radioactive spider. And for over a year, I’ve been one of Brooklyn’s spider-people, along with my best friend, Miles Morales.
We keep the peace in the city, and we protect it. but.. sometimes it’s hard. Keeping our normal lives balanced with our crime fighting lives… but somehow, we still find time for each other. . End of introduction….
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“DON’T LET THEM LEAVE. THEY CAN’T LEAVE.” Miguel O’Hara was shouting out at every other spider person trying to get to you and Miles.
It turns out, you guys were anomalies. You weren’t supposed to be spider-people.
But the chasing was no use, you two already made it to the machine that could send you home.
Somehow, you two managed to get inside as the almost mechanic-looking-spider began to crawl from the celling and read your DNA and build a web around you two to send you home.
But Miguel lunged over, clawing at the web, almost breaking it. He was trying to get to you and Miles. But it was no use. The avatar, who responsible for the machine looked at you and Miles with sympathy. And she pressed the ‘yes’ button to send you home. .
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You both were shot onto a roof of an apartment complex. The one that Miles lived in. However he was lucky, and ended up near his room. .
Meanwhile you were shot out onto the roof, hitting your head. On concrete, which knocked you out. .
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with miles…
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“Miles?” A familiar voice echoed. Entering his room. It was his mom! .
“Mom!” He walked over to her. “what did you do to your hair?”
“nothing? Mom. I have to tell you something. But you have to promise me you won’t get mad.”
“Of course Miles. What is it?”
“you’ll still love me, right?”
“yes of course. Now what is it?”
Miles took a deep breath.
“Mom.. I’m Spider-Man.”
… “who’s Spider-Man?”
his stomach dropped. He tried explaining to her.. but she was brushing him off.
“So, you shoot webs out your butt?” She laughed. “No.. but I did have a nightmare about that once—“
He heard the apartment door open. He felt sick. Even more sick when he heard his voice.
it was his uncle Aaron… but how.
He couldn’t understand what his mom and uncle Aaron were talking about. He was in shock. But Aaron noticed him.
“Miles. Lets go.”
“oh.. okay.” Miles left his room. Walking with his.. uncle out of the apartment onto the roof.
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“ah.. fuck.” You groaned, standing up. You couldn’t believe you got knocked out like that. You rubbed your head.. then you looked up.
Brooklyn was in shambles. .
Then it all clicked. This, this was not your earth.
You remembered Miguel’s words. .
“BECAUSE OF YOU TWO, THERE’S AN EARTH OUT THERE WITH NO SPIDER-MAN TO PROTECT IT.” .
How stupid could you and Miles have been? The machine reads the spider DNA.
the spider was from Earth 42… not 1610. You were mortified by this Earth’s Brooklyn. .
But it got worse. So much worse. You turned around.. facing a giant brick wall. Miles’s dad was staring right back at you. .
But your own face was looking right back at you too. .
You felt like passing out again. .
You were dead, you were dead in this universe. .
The door to the roof open. Put came Miles… and Aaron. He looked just as mortified as you. Seeing Brooklyn, and the mural.
That’s when you felt a sharp ping in your neck, and the last thing you heard was,
“I TOLD YOU TO WAIT!”
Your body didn’t hit the ground.. someone had caught you in their arms.
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“I told you to wait for my signal.” Aaron said looking at his nephew, who held you as if you were as delicate as porcelain.
Who held you how he would always do.
Aaron had Miles slumped over his shoulder.
“I know. Unc.. but couldn’t help it.” .
Aaron sighed, and looked at his nephew who’s looked at your unconscious, breathing figure as if he had just found something that had been lost for a long time.
he looked at you, barely whispering, putting a hand on your cheek. “Mi querida..”
Aaron sighed at his behavior.
“That’s not your girl.” Aaron told his nephew, “Remember that.” He said, pointing at the mural behind him.
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Miles didn’t reply. Instead he brought your body closer to him, and held you tighter.
He wanted to feel the ride and fall of your chest.
He wanted to hear your breathing.
And doing that, he felt something he hasn’t felt in so long. .
“I know she’s not my girl.” Miles replied. His voice was shaky and he didn’t take his eyes off you. .
But I can make her my girl.
He thought to himself.
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TO BE CONTINUED….
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ilyluffy · 11 months
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𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧 + 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you love jean more than anything but you’re almost positive he only wants you for sex but maybe you’re wrong…
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: fwb!jean kirstein x afab!reader
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut {minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked}
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: soft dom!jean, college/modern au, fwb, assumed unrequited feelings, angst to fluff, praise, a lil bit of body worship, cunnilingus, cum eating, petnames “baby, princess, babydoll”, mentions of cumming untouched, breeding kink, implied vaginal sex/multiple orgasms
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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂. not because you dared to have a friends with benefits relationship. no. it wasn’t even necessarily because you caught feelings for the person you were supposed to just be having casual sex with. what you found REALLY embarrassing was that you fell a guy you just so happened to be fucking who very clearly had feelings for someone else.
jean made no secret that the person he wanted to be with most was mikasa, another girl at your college. you never really understood it. of course mikasa was gorgeous but she never showed an interest in jean whatsoever. if anything she spent her time following eren jaeger around like a loyal puppy. although, given the position you were in now, you realized you were in no place to judge jean.
emotions were unpredictable and often time’s uncontrollable. that was a lesson you learned that hard way after you and jean made your arrangement. you were already friends so why not do the other a favour and be each other's booty call. it wasn’t gonna be anything serious but the longer it went on the more it became serious for you.
you loved him, you really did and it was driving you crazy. it was painful being the person jean settled with because he couldn’t have her. you weren’t sure what to do at this point. keep things going and be constantly reminded that he’ll never feel the same way? or tell him the truth and possibly lose jean completely.
“i don’t know why you don’t just talk to him,” your roommate pieck says as she relaxes on the end of your bed. you sat against your headboard, miserably staring up at the ceiling after you poured your heart out to her. she was the only one of your friends that ran in different circles from jean and it felt like she was the lone person in the world you could confide in.
you sigh, shaking your head at that thought. “this isn’t one of those situations where the worst thing he can say is no, pieck. i know for a fact that feelings aren’t mutual. the worst case scenario is that he freaks out and runs. i can’t lose him like tharp”.
pieck seems to understand where you’re coming from, nonetheless she pushes forth. “okay, you don’t have to be honest with him but either way you two can’t keep having sex. it’ll only get harder for you and it’s not fair that things stay one sided. you need to end it”.
she’s right and you know it. just as you open your mouth to say something else, your phone buzzes. right on cue you look down and see jean’s name pop up in your notifications. you feel pieck’s dark eyes linger on you as you pick up your cell to respond. “he’s asking me to come over” you confess, finger hovering over the send button after you typed out a reply.
pieck tries to reason with you, advising you to say no. that is the wise choice but you feel your heart ache as you consider that option. deep down you want to take any chance you can get to be close to jean. no matter how stupid it is, you can’t deny him. so despite your friend’s advice, you text jean back telling him you’ll be at his place soon.
“i’m only going over to tell him we can’t do this anymore. that’s it” you insist as you become hyper aware of pieck’s judgemental stare. you can tell by the expression on her face that she doesn’t believe you but at this point you don’t care what anyone else thinks. all that matters to you is jean. so you put on some better clothes, grab your keys, and rush out the door.
it’s almost humiliating how quickly you arrive at jean’s doorstep. what’s even worse is that jean doesn’t appear the least bit surprised by your speed. it’s like he’s immune to how desperate you are at this point. it makes you want to shrivel up and die when you walk into his apartment.
it’s obvious by the lack of noise that jean’s housemates sasha and connie aren’t around. he takes advantage of the privacy by latching his lips on to your neck once he closes the front door.
“fuck, eren really pissed me off today” he grumbles against your skin. “i really need to let out some frustration”.
his muscular arms wrap around you as jean nips at your shoulder. normally this would make you feel like you were on cloud nine. being held by him used to be enough but it’s that moment that you realized there’s no love behind the touch. this is sad and the moment that sinks in for you, a feeling of nausea washes over you.
pieck was correct, what the hell were you doing?! suddenly coming to your senses, you squirm out of jean’s embrace. “please stop. i can’t do this”. for the first time since you got here, jean’s shocked. the first thing out of his mouth is a question about if he did something wrong.
you’re at the lost for words. technically he hadn’t done anything wrong intentionally but without meaning to he’s been using you and you couldn’t pretend like that wasn’t a fact anymore. “i’m sorry. i know you were expecting one thing but i only really came over to tell you that this needs to stop here” you say, avoiding jean’s gaze. “i know this was supposed to be casual but i can’t settle for that anymore”.
jean blinks in disbelief a few times before speaking. “i uh… that’s totally fine. i don’t mind not fucking anymore but… there’s something else you’re not saying”.
damn it, you forgot that he could read you like a book. of course jean could tell that you were hiding something. you feel so ashamed with yourself for so many reasons that your eyes start to water. you’re still not looking in his direction but jean can still spot the tears.
you don’t fight him when his hand takes hold of your chin and guides your face toward him. “what’s going on? i care about you beyond sex you know. you can talk to me” he tells you softly. you’re silently begging him to stop talking like that. you don’t want any false hope.
“you’ll hate me if i tell you” your bottom lip trembles. you can tell that jean’s utterly confused but he remains firm. he doesn’t stop wiping away the droplets on your cheeks and his hazel eyes stay glued to your own. he wasn’t going to drop this so you just spit it out. “i want more than sex with you. i love you jean” you confess, with your voice wobbling. “but i can’t compete with her”.
your words hit him hard. it's apparent in how jean’s facial features shift. however, once the initial bewilderment fades away you witness some confusion return. “compete with who?”.
you nearly throw your hands in the air in frustration. why was he playing dumb?! you have to pull away from jean completely to turn your back to him. “mikasa…”.
it takes jean a moment to process your response but when he does he’s quick to reject this claim. “mikasa? come on, how stupid do you think i am? i gave up on trying to win over mikasa ages ago. we all know she’s obsessed with that bastard eren”.
you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel a sense of relief. although, that didn’t mean that you hadn’t made a mistake in opening your big mouth. even if jean was claiming mikasa was out of the picture, that didn’t mean this was going anywhere.
sighing, you open your mouth to say something but you tense up when you feel jean’s chest against your back. out of nowhere he was so close. you can’t stop yourself from shivering when you feel his breath fan against the back of your neck. “besides, there’s someone i like a lot more. you wanna ask me who it is?”.
your throat feels dry for a few seconds but you somehow manage to choke out a “w-who?”.
jean chuckles softly, hugging you for a second time. this time around you let him, melting into his touch. “that would be you, baby. i’m crazy about you”.
almost immediately your heart starts hammering in your chest. you would have been worried about jean hearing it but you could feel his own heart pounding as he clings to you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. none of this feels real. you’re still wearing an unsure expression when you crane you neck to look back at jean. “really?”.
you’re met with a smile as jean gives you a nod. “yeah. do you mind if i prove it to you?”.
you hesitate for a moment but soon enough you agree. jean doesn’t waste a second. leading you to his bedroom, he guides you down on the bed gently. he’s never really been too rough with you but you swear this is the first instance where he’s treated you like glass. each of his touches were careful as he eventually leaned down to press his lips against yours.
the sensual kiss lasts until you’re begging for air. when jean releases your lips, he makes his way toward your jawline and neck. oftentimes he tries not to leave too many marks so no one asks questions. however now he’s sucking a very visible bruise on your skin, like he’s claiming you as his own.
“can i take these off, princess?” he asks, tugging lightly on your clothes. you’re still in the middle of catching your breath but you nod your head. with your permission jean carefully peels the fabric off of you. he starts with your top and when it’s removed he trails kisses down your stomach.
when he reaches your bottoms you give jean a hand in slipping them off your legs. now you’re left in nothing but a bra and pantie set you picked out just for him. “so pretty” jean murmurs to himself, situating his face between your legs. “todays all about you, alright babydoll? gonna make you feel so good” he hums before leaves an open mouth kiss over your clothes clit.
a shiver runs up your spine as he assists you out of your underwear. you aren’t totally sure where he discards them but you could have sworn you witnessed jean shove the panties in the pocket of his pants. you have no time to really think about it as jean latches his mouth on to your clit.
a moan comes echoing from you as your fingers take through his brown hair. jean groans when you pull lightly on the locks that he’s been growing out. the cute sounds you’re making the sweetest melody his ears have had the pleasure of hearing. he wants to hear more so when jean finishes paying attention to your lick he begins to lap up your folds.
“already so wet. so good f’me” his praises are muffled as he pushes his face closer to your core. you attempt to help by keeping your legs as spread as possible but when jean’s plunged into your pussy you can’t stop yourself. you thighs close around his head but based on jean’s reaction he likes it. the minute to start suffocating him with the soft pounds of flesh he moans lowly. as his wet muscle swirls around your gummy walls he has to rut his hips into the bed in order to relieved his strained cock.
“taste like heaven. nothing i’d rather eat” his voice filling your ear drums only doubles your pleasure. it doesn’t help that his nose is pressed against your sensitive nub. you’re not sure how much of this you can take. you had no way of knowing but the next thing jean says pushes you over the edge. maybe it was the way your nails were digging into his scalp or how your whimpers were going up in volume. either way jean predicts that your orgasm is closing in on you. “is MY baby getting close. you can cum whenever you want”.
it doesn’t matter that his sentence was somewhat suppressed by your cunt. you still hear him loud and clear when jean calls you “his baby”. something about him taking ownership over you really solidifies in your head that this isn’t a hallucination. this is real. jean loves you back. that fact alone is enough to make you cream on his face.
“fuck, that’s my baby” jean says as he slurps up the mess. it’s so lewd that you have to cover your face as he completes his meal. at some point you feel jean gently grab your wrists to stop you from hiding yourself. “wanna see you, princess”.
reluctantly, you move your arms away. you’re immediately greeted with your cum dripping down jean’s chin as he stares down at you. before you can comment on time he’s giving you another passionate kiss. you go from whining as you taste yourself to giggling when the whiskers of his bread give you a tickle.
“i love you, understand?” he mumbles against your lips, earning a genuine nod from you. “what do you wanna do now, princess?” jean proceeds, giving you a tender smile when he pulls away.
“i should probably return the favour, shouldn’t i? you were talking about how you needed to let out some frustration,” you reply.
jean chuckles, shaking his head. “that’s already been taken care of” he informs you before guiding your hand over his crotch. you gasp when you feel the damp spot. “tasting you was enough to make me cum” he smirks as your face heats up. “but if you wanna keep this going i’d be more than happy to breed you. 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃, 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋?”.
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updownlately · 9 months
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how do i hold these emotions (when you spin my world out of place?)
| leah williamson x reader | angst | 3.9k | inspo: butterflies by abe parker | a/n: so this has been sitting in the ask box for nearly a month. initially i didn't get to it bc of school and then bc i struggled to think of what to write. i'm not really happy with how this turned out tbh but i want to at least get something out in regards to this one, lest i stretch it out another month, so here ya go...
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You hadn’t meant to hurt her. You really hadn’t. Everything had happened so quickly. One second you were intently watching the ball get kicked around during five-a-side and the next you were diving to make a save, unaware of the blonde running in behind the ball.
In your urgency to secure the ball, you hadn’t actively paid attention to your arms stretching out, nor the way the white cleats got caught between your outstretched limbs, you managing to gather more than just the ball.
It was only when the blood rushing from your ears disappeared, when the slight jolt of adrenaline wore off, that you realized the tangled mess of limbs that lay behind you.
Pausing, you immediately furrowed your eyebrows. Players weren’t supposed to be where she was. Players weren’t supposed to be behind the keeper. 
Eyes widening in realization, you dropped the ball and quickly stood up in a panic. 
“Oh my god, I’m so s-“
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” The sharp voice cut through your sentence, the anger behind it nearly pushing you a step back.
“I-I’m sorry. I swear. It was an accident.” Your voice quieter this time, the fear evident. The midfielder was on the ground, almost curled up in fetal position, hands clutching her ankle. 
By now the whole team was nearly surrounding you two, Lia and Steph crossing you to be by Leah’s side.
“An accident is when you miss the ball, not when you fucking take out your own teammate during a damn practice,” Leah practically growled out, her eyes still not meeting yours.
“Leah, breathe. She was just doing her job, it was an accident.”
You looked over at Steph, a grateful look appearing on your face for a brief second before promptly turning your attention back to Leah. 
“Her job is to stop the ball, not injure a teammate. If she can’t do that then she should find another job.”
You swallowed hard at her tone, the words hitting you hard. You knew being signed by Arsenal, even as a backup keeper wasn’t going to be easy. Hell, you had expected it to be gruelling and tiresome. But you didn’t expect this. You didn’t think you’d manage to turn one of the club’s key players against you on one of your first few practices with them.  
Leah didn’t even turn to look at you, her back being the only thing visible as she let the other two players and the oncoming medical staff examine her speaking volumes to you. 
The way the ever-supportive, always-understanding skipper couldn’t even look you in the eye hurt you more than words could say. 
Body slumping, your shoulders caved in and you quietly stepped back, letting your head hang low. Mentally berating yourself, you cursed at your mind for reacting so quickly, for not looking at where you were diving, towards who you were diving.
Part of you knew it was your job, that this was part of the game, that technically it wasn’t your fault. Yet, the people pleaser inside couldn’t help but agree with Leah. It was stupid of you to have saved that ball. After all, it was just a practice, right? You could have most definitely gotten away with just letting her score, but you didn’t. And where did that leave you? With a future Arsenal legend cursing you out while they likely had another injury, no thanks to you. 
Just as your thoughts began spiralling towards what Jonas might be thinking about only just acquiring you and you already injuring one of his key players, you felt a gentle hand come to rest upon your shoulders. 
Body jolting, you whipped your head around, tense muscles only slightly relaxing when you saw who the hand was attached to. Stina. 
You let her gently tug you towards her, walking backwards, eyes still downcast.
“Ignore her okay? She’s just running high on emotions, she doesn’t mean it.” The quiet words whispered in your ear don’t have the desired effect however, the weight of your actions sinking into your thoughts.
You shrug in response, taking off your gloves to wipe your sweaty palms on the side of your shorts. 
Bending down to tuck the gloves between your knees, your lips mumbled out a quick prayer to a God you didn’t believe in enough. You prayed, hoped, begged that whatever you had done wasn’t major. After all, the blonde had only recently come back from injury. 
Inhaling deeply, you rose again, unaware of Stina’s eyes on you. You intently watched as the staff tested out Leah’s legs and ankle, holding your breath when one of them gently pressed their fingers around her ankle, turning it slightly. Your eyes immediately flickered over to Leah’s face, eyebrows furrowed, concentrating, trying to gauge the potential severity of the collision. 
It was only when the striker grabbed your arm for a second time that you broke from your staring. “C’mon, it’s a water break. Let them do their thing, she’ll be fine.” Your head swivelled at her comments, finally taking note of how empty the field around you was, save for the ongoing situation. Shooting one last concerned look over at the gunner trio by the goalposts, you trailed behind the Swedish player. 
Throughout the water break, you couldn’t help but let your eyes drift over to Leah and the medical staff. Even as Katie and Kim tried to distract you with conversation, your mind wandered. You wondered how Jonas was feeling about this whole situation. It had only been a little over a month since Leah had come back from her ankle injury, a slew of lesions across the years causing a tense relationship between the midfielder and her crucial joints. And now you had potentially caused another one. You despised the thought of you being the reason she would be out again, for more reasons than one. 
Your worries however, rang true, attention being stolen from the girls in front of you and finding its way to the oncoming stampede of footsteps from the pitch.
Wincing, you turned around, ready to assess just how badly you fucked up. 
Unfortunately for you, the sight ahead of you had your heart silently breaking in two, partially in worry for yourself, but more so in pain for the blonde that was limping across the grounds.
You could sense the tension in the group walking towards the locker room. Leah was hobbling on one foot, using Lia as a crutch while Steph walked beside the pair, defeat clear in her body. The medical staff themselves were quietly conversing with one another, discussing something you couldn’t quite make out.
Deciding to take a chance, you opened your mouth to apologize as the blonde passed you, another ‘sorry’ on the tip of your tongue. However, before you could even get any semblance of a sound out, Leah interrupted you, steel blue eyes connecting with yours for the first time since the encounter.
“Save it. You’ve already done enough.” The irritation didn’t surprise you, after all, you didn’t expect her to be your biggest fan right now. Still, the contempt in her voice had you in shock, heart aching at what you had done and where it had left you. 
Eyes staying wide, body frozen to where you stood, you closed your mouth. 
It was only as Leah walked away from you that you let yourself move, immediately bringing your hands to run through your hair in frustration, before bringing them over your face in a failed attempt to rid yourself of the guilt that plagued you. 
Fuck.
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A week had passed since the collision, the injury turning out to be nothing more than a somewhat minor ankle sprain, only looking to keep the defender out for a little less than three weeks.
In the days that had gone by thus far though, you did your best to avoid Leah, still nervous at the blonde’s initial reaction and her icy demeanour towards you.
You wanted to chalk up her disdain for you to just the unfortunate event and forget about it, but since the incident, each time that you passed her around the training grounds, she seemed to avoid you, ignoring your existence completely. And you’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt. 
You had looked up to the defender throughout your own career, marvelling at her determination and dedication even though you were only a few months younger than her. To have her nearly pretend you don’t exist whilst on the same team burned you more than you’d like to admit. 
Knowing you had to be mature however, you pretended to be fine every time you saw Leah conversing with another teammate near you. You ignored the tug in your heart when she’d greet the rest of the team, her lips magically skipping your name, as you all filed into the weight room. You told the team it was fine when they confronted you about it, even going as far as telling Kim that you didn’t take it to heart, that you understood why she was upset.
Well aware that you didn’t deserve this treatment, you still let it slide, not wanting to cause any more problems. 
You didn’t let it show to the team but now you were slightly more cautious in practices, letting more goals rocket past you, too afraid of diving too close to a teammate. It was a dangerous game you were playing, nearly putting your career on line, but you couldn’t care about that right now as much as you wanted to. Ensuring you didn’t injure any more teammates was your top priority, lest you somehow manage to turn the whole Arsenal women’s team against you after injuring yet another player.
So as practices passed, you gave your 100% during any distance shooting drills, diving left, right, and centre as needed. You did what you had to, knowing there was no one near you. But when it came to close range shooting, five-a-side, or any other drills you dialled it down. You tried to be subtle with your lessening actions but you knew that the training staff could tell. And you were proven right.
Training had just ended for the day, the cold January breeze making you shiver as you walked across the pitch. You had only made it half way over before you heard your name being called, Jonas’ booming voice carrying through the wind easily. 
Turning around, you walked to him, confusion etched on your face, dread running cold in your bones. 
“Hey, what’s up?” You tried to sound nonchalant. You’re pretty sure you failed.
“You’re holding back during practices, don’t think I can’t tell.”
“What do you mean?” You feigned innocence.
“Don’t. Listen, we brought you here for a reason, what happened with Leah was a freak accident, it wasn’t intentional and we all know that. 
Your body stiffened, swallowing audibly, aware that you just got caught. 
“I don’t care what whoever tells you. You came in here with a job to do and you were doing it well. I’d like to hope that it continues as such.” Jonas ends the conversation, leaving no room for discussion. You can only nod in response, turning around to head to the locker rooms. 
Stuck in your own musings, contemplating on your choices, you don’t see LW squared headed your way, Leah finally off the crutches she’s been using for the past week and a half.
It’s when you almost crash into them, cleats just barely appearing in your field of vision ,that you realize your predicament. Quickly throwing yourself to the side, you just barely manage to avoid hitting Leah again.
“Do you make a habit of injuring all the national captains or just the English ones?” Leah grumbled into the air, the quip no doubt directed to you even as she looked straight ahead.
“S-Sorry.” You squeaked out, picking up your pace and heading in the opposite direction.
You knew she didn’t like you. And you knew you had to make amends with it. What you couldn’t figure out yet is whether you rather have her ignore your existence or acknowledge it with her dislike for you on display.
You didn’t know it as you walked away, but the second you’re were out of earshot, Lia confronted Leah, understanding just how terrible of a position you were in right now.
“You know it wouldn’t kill you to be nice to her right?”
“It wouldn’t kill her to not injure me, especially not after I just came back from an ankle injury,” Leah muttered in response.
“Listen, she’s already been beating herself up for it ever since it happened. You need to cut her some slack.”
“But-“
“No buts. Leah she’s been too afraid to even dive during close practices now. The only time she’s actively being a goalkeeper is during long distance shooting, and we both know that’s not going to do us any good and it definitely won’t do her any good.”
Pouting, it was Leah’s turn to look at her cleats, mind wandering. 
“I wasn’t that rude to her was I?” “You’ve been ignoring her for two weeks! She’s only been here for three!”
Silently groaning, the blonde continued walking.
“Leah…”
“Yes mum?”
“Fix it.”
“Yes m-“ “And stop calling me mum, you child.”
“Yes mother.” A gentle smack hit the back of the skipper’s head before the Swiss captain took off running onto the pitch.
“Oi!”
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You thought being a backup keeper for a club like Arsenal, who already had a great goalie meant that playing time for you wasn’t going to be crazy. You believed it. Nearly confidently knew it. So when Jonas told you that they were resting Manu for the game against Leeds, your anxiety spiked through the roof. After all, it had only been a little over three weeks that you had been with the club, two of them spent with a star player of theirs injured because of you.
Aware that with the team you had the game would be easy, even if it was the fourth round of the FA cup, you weren’t worried about the Gunner’s ability to score and win. The thought of starting while being a backup goalie however, of wanting to maintain a clean sheet on your first game, intimidated you.
When you had initially got the news, two days before the game was supposed to be held, you immediately started to prepare. 
After Jonas had pulled you aside, you had gone off and begged one of the trainers to stay back and shoot at you, setting you up in tough positions and sending in shots from all sorts of angles. Spending an extra two hours on pitch that day, you tirelessly saved shot after shot, working on your release, your control of back passes, and your dropkicks, wanting to perform your best. It was only when the trainer called it a day that you agreed to go home and rest.
You spent match day minus one reviewing game footage, nervousness still rolling through your body. You had studied Leed’s strikers’ shot tendencies, taking note of how the starting XI liked to attack, but still, the weight of what this game meant for you, for your career, sat on your shoulder with a heavy weight no matter how much you prepped.
Arriving to the Meadow Park the day of the game, headphones blasting music, you tried to quell the butterflies in your stomach, tried to ease the tension in your jaw, but it was to no avail. 
Even throughout Jonas’ locker room speech and announcement of the starting lineup, your leg bounced fervently. It was only when warm-ups started that you finally started feeling a bit calmer, the familiar feeling of being on the pitch shushing the roar of voices in your head. 
However, when the team huddled up right before the game started, you could feel the nerves crawl up your spine again. It was only when you felt a hand rest on your arm did your thoughts finally branch off from the game, eyebrows furrowing as you traced the limb to its owner, Leah.
Eyes widening, you looked down at your feet, checking to see if you were maybe stepping on her foot or accidentally crowding her. Noting that you weren’t in fact injuring her in any way, you stepped back, mind reeling at the fact that Leah, the Leah that you injured not so long ago, and then almost hurt again, was willingly standing next to you right now, your arm in her grasp.
Sliding up next beside you, Leah turned to face you, your eyes meeting blue ones for the first time since the injury. 
Taking a sharp inhale, you let your head fall slightly, body deflating. You really weren’t in the mood to be reminded of how you injured the girl, not with the way you were feeling right now.
Leah sighed at your timid demeanour, Lia’s words from a week ago still whispers in her head.
She knew you had been nervous all day, very likely due to the fact that you were starting today. With the way she treated you thus far, she thought maybe she could try and help make you feel a bit more confident but clearly with the way you almost collapsed in on yourself in her presence convinced her otherwise.
Still, it was worth a shot.
“Listen, I know we haven’t started off on the greatest footing, but just know that I’m rooting for you today…we all are. You’ve got this. You weren’t starting keeper for the Red Stars for no reason, you earned it there, and you’re gonna do that again here. Don’t let the voices in your head convince you otherwise.”
The quiet words from the blonde had you frozen in your spot, the gentleness and concern catching you off guard. The words somehow managed to ease your anxiousness ever so slightly however, the weight on your shoulders easing just ever so slightly.
Nodding, you whispered out a meek thanks, eyes meeting hers to show your appreciation. 
Splitting from the rest of the team, you made your way to the goal, throwing your water bottle to the side and taking position. Stretching your neck, you let Leah’s words play in your mind, shoulders loosening up, chest puffing up in confidence.
Throughout the game, you were hyper focused, eyes tracing the ball, following its path even whilst it was wholly across the field from you. Active at every chance you needed to be, you were agile, running to aid in back passes, being aware of a few shots taken your way, ones that you caught with ease. 
By half time, your confidence in yourself was off the charts, proud of your performance and for keeping a clean sheet thus far. It also helped that the team had a comfortable 3-0 lead, thanks to Foord, Kühl, and Kim.
Making your way across the field behind the rest of your team, you saw Leah staying back, her gaze on you. As you approached, she fell into step with you.
“You did great you know? Clean sheet so far and you made a handful of key saves! Especially the one shot where you somehow managed to punch the ball just wide.” You couldn’t stop the smile that took over your face at her words, posture straightening in pride. 
“You really think so?” “Yeah. You did great. You’re not a half-bad keeper y’know…”
Walking the last little bit in silence, you internally celebrated at Leah’s words, glad that she wasn’t upset at you any more. 
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As the final whistle blew, the three sharp tweets ringing throughout the pitch, you let yourself sigh in relief, all the tension leaving your body in seconds.
A content grin on your face, you grabbed your water and started making your way to the rest of the team. 
A string of claps on the back and acknowledgements from your teammates on your performance as you joined the group had you smiling, the clean sheet and nine goals scored no doubt bringing a sense of achievement to everyone. You let yourself be roughhoused by Katie, the Irish woman loudly expressing her joy and tackling you with a muffled “good game rook!” as you listened to Jonas talk. As he finished up his overview of the game, you could feel his sights rest on you, your head tilting, curious at what was going on.
“And just before I let you guys go and change, I just want to shoutout our keeper’s efforts today. From being told that she would be playing in her first game only two days ago, she’s done fantastic, keeping a clean sheet and being ready at any given point to help our defence out. I know the past few weeks have been hard to you, with the new environment and team to get used to, but you absolutely killed it and we’re all proud of you.” Directing the last few sentences to you, you looked at your feet in nervousness, overwhelmed by the support you were receiving. 
“Couldn’t have done it without you guys…thank you all, seriously,” you replied back, head raising to make eye contact with all of the gunners around you.
And as Jonas finally let you go, you let yourself take in the moment one more time, aware that while this game would be minor in the long run, it now held a special place in your heart, bringing on beginnings only you knew. 
Getting jostled out of your thoughts however, you found the English captain at your side once again.
“How you feeling?”
“Happy I think? It feels nice to be here right now.”
“Just right now?” Leah questioned, an inkling in her mind at the choice of your words, one that became concrete as you shrugged in response to her question.
“Hey listen, I’m sorry for being mean earlier. You didn’t deserve it and I had no right to be an asshole to you when it could have happened to anybody.”
“It’s fine. I’m sorry for injuring you right after you had just returned from another injury.”
“Don’t you dare apologize for that. Accident’s happen, it was just an unfortunate series of events.” “Still-”
“I’ll go back to being rude to you y’know? If you keep apologizing.”
Smiling to yourself, you sighed in defeat. 
“New slate?” You stuck out your hand, awaiting a handshake.
“New slate,” Leah agreed, her own meeting yours, three shakes between you two.
Letting go, you felt as the Leah’s arm come to rest over your shoulders, and for the first time, you held your head up high, delighted that you could stand beside her without fear. Basking in the moment, you let yourself be pulled into her side hug, cheeks hurting from smiling so much and a heart that was finally content for the first time since you joined the club.
You hadn’t meant to hurt her and you were glad she knew it. With your guys’ budding friendship now growing, you wondered what the future would hold, happy to be here, beside her, a seed of hope in your heart.
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camilaxmartin · 9 days
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her precious angel
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request: Maybe a Velvette x reader fic where the reader is a fallen angel that helped Charlie out during the extermination but ended up losing one of their wings and now Velvette is just taking care of the reader?👀 this might be too much to ask but it's a fun idea and I suck at writing fics😭 but if you do end up doing it I will be very thankful :3
(from @kimmyisachiisaiakuma)
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navigation // rules // masterlist
summary: *ask*
warnings: NOT PROPF READ probably ooc velvette, valentino not being a dick for the first time in his live, i’m not entirely sure if you can count it as angst but i guess a lot of crying-ish stuff??
notes: i’m still so fucking mad about this one like?? the amount of nerves i’ve wasted on this, tumblr💀 but anyway, it’s shorter than normally but i guess i like how it turned out anyway? i mean- it was hard with motivation yesterday/today but i managed to write it anyway so hurray! also i enjoyed writing lute as a bad guy a bit too much💀
requests: open!!
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it was all happening so fast. the whole battle for the hotel was supposed to go differently as none of you were prepared for alastor’s shield to go down so quickly. everyone was trying their best at fighting angels but it turned out to be easier said than done. angel and husk were fighting angels on the ground alongside charlie and vaggie while you were flying in the air trying to stop as many of your past sisters as you could. angelic weapons swinging right and left making many of the exterminators fall down to the ground lifeless.
as the battle went on, you noticed adam fighting with alastor and almost fully killing him. you turned your head to him noticing him just disappearing and squinted your face not understanding were he went to. just as you turned your head again, you saw lute flying at you at a high speed with her sword in her hands. not being able to do anything else you just used one of you wings to shield yourself so her weapon wouldn’t hurt you that badly. you groaned in pain when the sharp tip pushed into your wing and opened it immediately trying to push it away. lute took it away and grabbed your shoulders flying straight onto the roof of the hotel.
both of you hit the ground, your body obviously being the one that actually hit the ground. glass was scattered around you two as lute got up and pointed her spear at you.
“pathetic” she said moving the spear to your neck as you were laying on the ground. you grunted, your wings flapping against the roof. she chuckled. “i can’t believe you were one of us. you’re even worse than sinners now” she continued making the spear slit your throat so blood started to run down it. “can’t even protect herself and trying to be a hero for this stupid hotel” she shook her head and took the spear away. “i’ll make you fucking regret it” she added through clenched teeth and before you could react she grabbed your shoulders again pushing you onto the window, making it break and making you fall down into the hotel. the whole scene looked rather poetic, but you weren’t in a state to notice that.
when your body hit the ground again, this time the ground being the hotel’s hall lute flew straight in through the window she just broke with your body. noticing her your grabbed your throat with one hand and get up by the bar’s counter so you were standing up again. lute landed right before you, haterance filling her eyes.
“i’m better than any of you” you said holding your throat still so you wouldn’t bleed out. lute laughed loudly and pushed her spear into the ground.
“don’t be ridiculous” she said walking over to you and pushing you onto the counter of the bar you used to stable yourself. “we are doing the god’s work, making hell’s population bearable and you think you are better?” she asked pushing your hand away and squishing your throat with both of her hands. you wondered for a second if she was trying to keep you alive or make you bleed more by doing so. “you were an honour to have in our ranks. and you became this?” she asked taking her hands away and making your throat bleed more than before. you knew now. “pathetic is too soft of a word” she scoffed and walked over to her spear again. you tried getting up but the amount of blood you lost made your body too weak while also causing white spots to appear on your vision.
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“what a bitch!” yelled velvette watching the whole fight with vox and valentino. her hands gripped the phone she was watching it on almost breaking it in half.
“calm down velvette,-“ vox started saying but velvette send him a murder glare at which he rolled his eyes but kept his mouth shut.
“i’m going to fucking kill any angel i see in my way!” she yelled again throwing the phone into the couch and hiding her face inside her hands. both vox and valentino shared a glare of confusion and surprise.
“babydoll,” valentino started and sit down next to her on the couch purring one of his hands on her shoulder looking at vox still confused if what he’s doing is what he should be doing. “i’m pretty sure she’s going to be okay” he added and stroked her shoulder gently looking down at her hidden face. “you know her, you know how feisty she is” he said with a small chuckle at the end but when he heard velvette’s small sob his smile immediately dropped.
“i don’t want to loose her” she whispered hiding her face even more in her hands. valentino looked at vox again yet this time he was fully concentrated at the fight that was playing at their tv. valentino rolled his eyes and took velvette on his lap.
“doll” he said taking her hands away from her face noticing her smudged eyeliner. “she’s gonna be okay for sure” he said wiping her tears and flowing down make up. “she knows she has to hold on, she has someone to do it for, tesoro” he said with another small chuckle making velvette stop crying.
“i just…” she groaned and got up from his lap walking in a small circle thinking about her next words. “she should’ve been here with us. not there fighting” she said scoffing and wiping her own face. valentino got more comfortable on the couch while watching her and took a drag from his cigarette.
“she’s too stubborn for that. from all your stories about her, she wouldn’t bare watching her friends dying for her not to die with them” he said and shrugged velvette killing him with her eyes. “i’m not saying they’ll die, it was just a metaphor” he rolled his eyes taking another drag. velvette scoffed and grabbed her phone, walking to her room and shutting the door behind her.
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lute grabbed her spear again and walked over to you grabbing you by the hair and pushing you off the counter, making you hit the ground once again. you groaned but couldn’t do anything about it as she just simply laughed at you. she let go of your hair and pushed the spear into one of your wings making you scream in pain as your hands tried gripping your throat to stop it from bleeding out. lute smirked maniacally and moved the spear around in your wing, making a lot of your feathers become yellow from your blood. you tried pushing her away with your other wing but she simply grabbed it in her other hand and held in place. lute moved her spear more cutting your wing almost fully from your body and enjoying the sound of your screams as she watched the whole thing. she licked her lips and made the last cut on your wing making it barely handing onto your back she smirked and chuckled at you. “now at lest you look similar to your personality. ruined” she huffed and grabbed her spear taking it away from your wing and flying up leaving you all alone in the ruined hotel’s hall. you wanted to get up, chase her make her regret it all but you weren’t able to. the only thing you could do was close your eyes and pray for someone to help you or for a quick second death to come.
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the first thing you noticed when you opened your eyes was the amount of the color pink around you. you wanted to sit up but the immaculate pain going through your body made it unable to do so. you just laid there and looked around noticing you were laying in velvette’s bed, in her room. you thoughts were interrupted by the door swinging open.
“oh dear, you’re awake!” exclaimed velvette walking into the room and rushing to your side. “i’m so glad you’re okay” she said looking at you with worry in her eyes. you looked back at her confusion on your face as you tried to sit up again but the pain stopped you once again. you whined in pain and velvette’s eyes got even more soft.
“what happened?” you asked your voice a lot more husky than normally. velvette sighed softly taking one of your hands into her.
“i…” she started but stopped immediately trying to stop the tears coming into her eyes. “you fought the angels” she explained and sighed once again looking at your whole silhouette.
“did we loose?” you asked interrupting her looking scared at her. she chuckled softly at your reaction and sighed once again stroking your hand gently.
“quite the opposite, darling” she said and looked at you with a sad smile. “you won, but at what cost” she added and looked away from you trying so hard not to cry. velvette gripped your hand with hers and took a deep breath.
“at what cost? what you mean? did someone die? how did i even got here?” you asked all at once being more and more confused with every second passing. velvette chuckled dryly at your words and shook her head a bit.
“i… after the battle was done, i rushed to the hotel for you and… did everything in my power to escort you here with less damage i could” she explained and tears started to fill her eyes fully this time, she looked away from you gripping your hand with hers once again. “i’m so, so sorry” she said letting out a sob from her mouth.
you looked at her confused and scared again, not understanding why she was apologising as your eyes slowly went from her face to your interlocked hands and then your bandaged back. your eyes widened a bit and then the pain you felt finally placed itself in your back. you looked terrified at the bandages trying to move your ‘wings’ around brining yourself even more pain as only one of them flattered around a bit.
“i’m so fucking sorry, darling” said velvette seeing the information getting to you. “i- i literally tried everything but… i couldn’t do much more to keep both of your wings connected to your body” she explained and started sobbing more, moving herself closer to you, leaning her forehead against your shoulder. “i’m so so so fucking sorry” she sobbed even more, wetting your bandaged shoulder. you felt tears coming into your eyes as well as you closed them shut and felt your breathing becoming faster and shorter.
“i’ve-“ you started but a sob interrupted you as velvette moved away from your shoulder. “i’ve lost my wing?!” you asked in a whine looking at her terrified and full of hate, not for her of course, but for everything else. you sat up slowly, not giving a single thought to the pain you were feeling.
“doll, i’m-“ velvette started and moved her head so her forehead was connected with yours, her eyes closed. “i’m… i’m gonna kill that bitch if i ever see her” she said and gritted her teeth sighing deeply, tears still strimming down her face.
you let out another whine, moving your head away from hers as you looked at your bandaged back. you moved your resting wing flattering it, not even caring about the pain as the adrenaline of loosing something so important got to you. you tried flying up a bit, obviously not being able to as another whine left your mouth alongside with many sobs. “how could she?!” you yelled, tears falling down your cheeks as your voice could probably be heard on the streets in the pentragram city.
velvette sobbed with you, moving even closer so she was now laying down with you on the bed trying to cling up to you while causing you as little pain as she could. “i’m so, so, so, so, so, sorry- literally, so sorry-“ she started repeating herself crying even more, as she was now cuddled up to you.
you continued screaming in pain and haterance as your remaining wing moved in place, adjusting to the emotions you were feeling. you wanted to scream and shout and just break anything that would stand in your way, but the worst part was that you even couldn’t do that. the battle exhausted you and that lost wing definitely didn’t help the case. you tried to control your breathing, trying not to hyperventilate as you utter a soft whisper. “it’s not your fault, velvette”
velvette grabbed both of your hands with one of her again, as her other one grabbed your cheek softly and started stroking it, her crying didn’t stop as well. “i’ll make her regret it” she said in between sobs looking you deep into eyes, making sure you understood the meaning of her words. your breathing calmed down a bit after a moment as you just started into her eyes. you let out w deep sigh still feeling like you might just break down any second now. she kept on stroking your cheek not taking her eyes away from yours. you closed your eyes finally, cuddling up into her hand more looking for any comfort. she smiled sadly at your and closed her eyes as well enjoying the sudden comfort between the two of you.
“you won’t take that pleasure away from me” you said and opened your eyes looking at her face, the corners of your lips going just so slightly up. velvette opened her eyes as well looking a bit out of place at the sudden sound of you voice but as soon as she understood what you said she smiled as best as she could at you.
“that bitch won’t even know what got her” she said and chuckled dryly, her fingers still stroking your cheek. you let out a deep sigh at her words and looked sadly into her eyes again. velvette sighed as well, just starring into your eyes. “you’re the most important to me in the whole hell, or world” she said suddenly, her voice a bit louder than a whisper. your eyes widened at her sudden confession but that didn’t stop your cheeks from blushing just a bit. you slowly moved your remaining wing, wrapping it around the two of you in a some sort of hug as velvette kept on touching your face.
“and to me, the world doesn’t exist without you-” you said as velvette tilted her head slightly. “-cause you are my world” you finished your sentence and velvette looked away from your face, feeling her cheeks reddening up as she gently grabbed the wing wrapped around her and put it onto her face not wanting you to see her blushing. you chuckled despite feeling the tears still on your cheeks, as you moved the wing away from her face not letting her hide anymore. she still didn’t look at you as you could easily notice the reddish color on her face. you moved your hand to her face this time, brining her closer to you once again, resting your forehead against hers.
velvette moved her head up slightly, so that your lips would touch but not just fully connect yet. she smiled to you, feeling the salty taste at your lips from previous tears as she moved her head once again, this time connecting both of your lips in a sweet and probably the most gentle kiss, the two of you have ever shared.
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jenna0rtega27 · 14 days
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Heyyy!
Could i request one for g!p Jenna x reader? Reader is Jenna’s fiancée and when Jenna isn’t filming they have sex, a few months later reader finds out she is pregnant and is scared of Jenna’s reaction?
Thank youuu
Thank you for asking
Pregnant
Masterlist
Jenna Ortega x F!Reader
Warning: Jenna g!p, reader is pregnant
(This is just pure fiction)
(I didn't know if you wanted smut. So this one doesn't have smut but if you want I can make another one with smut)
Note: This is my first one shot so please bear with me. Also I don't speak English so I'm sorry for the spelling mistakes.
Number of words: 1575
3rd person
Y/n and Jenna are lying on the bed and kissing passionately. Jenna is lying on her back and Y/n is lying on top of Jenna. The couple met while filming season 1 of Wednesday. Since then, they have been inseparable. They became a couple 3 months after the start of filming and Jenna proposed to Y/n two months ago. They were very in love. For both women, gender was very important. Every chance they got, they made love.
Jenna and Y/n have also had a lot of sexual experiences, for example, they already had a threesome with Emma Myers.
As it happens, the couple is about to have another of their many sexual encounters.
Without stopping the very languorous and sloppy kiss, Jenna reaches out and opens the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed in search of a condom.
“Fuck we’re out of condoms. » Jenna said, stopping the kiss and looking at Y/n. Jenna would still hope that Y/n would still want to make love even if the risk of getting her pregnant is great.
" Nevermind. You just have to walk away. » Y/n said before resuming the languorous kiss. Jenna smiled into the kiss.
10 days later
It's now been 10 days since sex without a condom and Y/n has never felt so bad. She vomits every morning and is tired all the time. But the young fiancée was not worried. She figured it was just a bad week.
Currently, Jenna is filming the movie Miller's Girl and Y/n is at home with her friend Emma Myers and watching Netflix.
“My stomach hurts so much I started my period yesterday. » Emma said, rubbing her stomach. Emma and Y/n never had a hard time talking about periods. They even say on the day they start their period, that way the other can take care of the other when their boyfriend or fiancée is not there. “But weren’t you supposed to start your period like 9 days ago? » Questions Emma.
“Yeah, I don’t know, I’m late. » Y/n says but suddenly a light turns on in her head. “I vomit every morning, I'm tired all the time, and I'm 9 days late. And that's been the case since I made love to Jenna a week and two days ago. » Y/n thinks silently.
" What are you thinking about? » Asks Emma. Y/n looks at Emma with big worried and panicked eyes. " Hold on ! You are pregnant ?! » Y/n just shakes her shoulders.
“I don’t know Emma. The last time me and Jenna made love, we ran out of condoms so we did it without a condom. But Jenna pulled out so I don't understand. »
“Omg you are so stupid!” » Emma said, slapping her forehead.
“No need to tell me, I already know.” » Y/n mutters, looking at the ground.
Emma sighs and hugs her friend. " I'm sorry. Look, I'm going to go get several pregnancy tests. » Emma says and gets up and leaves the house.
“I can’t be pregnant. Jenna will definitely break up if I'm pregnant. She doesn't want children, that's for sure. » Y/n said to herself.
After about ten minutes, Emma comes back and gives the pregnancy tests to Y/n. Y/n sighs and gets up and goes to the bathroom. She peed on 5 pregnancy tests and now has to wait 3 minutes. Two tests are with (+) and (–) and the other three are much more precise. They specify approximately how many weeks or days the woman is pregnant.
Y/n washes her hands and leaves the bathroom. And finds Emma at the kitchen table. The young bride set a three-timer.
“I have to wait three minutes to know the results. » Y/n said trembling in fear.
Emma gets up and takes Y/n in her arms who is crying slightly. Emma strokes his back.
“It’s going to be okay. If you ever get pregnant and decide to keep the baby, you and Jenna will make the best parents. »
“You don’t understand Emma I can’t be pregnant. » Y/n said, removing herself from Emma's arms. »
" Why, then? »
“Because Jenna will never want to stay with me. She already said in a live broadcast that she didn't want children. »
“Yeah, but how old is it?” »
“We didn’t know each other for maybe 4 years yet. » Y/n mutters. “But maybe it’s always like that.” » Y/n corrects herself, speaking quickly. “Okay calm down. Jenna loves you ok. She loves you like crazy so don't think like that. »
The phone rings and Y/n’s fear grows even more.
“Please go and see. » Y/n complains to her friend. Emma nods and goes into the bathroom. Y/n bites her nails with so much anxiety.
A few seconds later, Emma returns. Y/n looks at Emma in fear.
“Okay so the first two tests are positive and the other 3 too. You are about 5 days pregnant. I’m sorry Y/n. »
Y/n couldn’t believe it. She was pregnant. The young woman was sure that she did not want to have an abortion. She dreams of starting a family with Jenna but she's not sure if Jenna has the same dream.
5 months later
Jenna finally came back from filming and is home with Y/n. Jenna is sitting on the couch with Y/n laying her head on Jenna's thighs and the brunette is playing in Y/n's beautiful hair and watching a series on Netflix.
Y/n hasn’t told Jenna yet that she’s pregnant. She didn't want to tell him by text especially since Jenna was filming. So Y/n waited for her fiancée to return and waited for the right moment. But she notes that there is never a good time to say that she is now 6 months pregnant. Fortunately, her belly isn't showing yet.
Y/n huffs “Baby I need to tell you something.” » Y/n said and sat down. Jenna starts to get stressed and starts thinking about lots of things.
“You want to break up? » Jenna asks with a small voice. " What? No never my love. » Y/n immediately reassures by giving Jenna a kiss. " Do you love me? »
Jenna is completely upset by her fiancée's question. “But totally baby. I love you so much you can't imagine how much I love you my love. » Jenna said, placing her left hand on Y/n's cheek.
Y/n smiles and removes Jenna's hand to hold it. “So do you remember the last time we made love? » Jenna nods and waits for Y/n to continue. Y/n takes another deep breath and sighs. “As you know, there were no more condoms. But you withdrew so as not to ejaculate in me. After you left the next day for your shoot, I kept throwing up every morning. At first I hadn't thought about it. I thought I ate something and got sick so I didn't worry. 10 days after you left, Emma came for 2 days and that's when I noticed I was late. Jenna I haven't had my period since we made love without a condom. » Y/n tries to find a reaction on Jenna's face but she doesn't say or do anything so she continues. “Emma went to get 5 pregnancy tests. Those were the worst minutes of my life. Jenna all 5 were positive. » Y/n finishes.
Jenna looks at Y/n but still doesn't say anything. “Please say something.” » Y/n said after 1 minute of silence and tears falling from her eyes.
“So you’re pregnant?” » Y/n nods. “Six months,” she adds.
Y/n can start to see that Jenna’s eyes are shining and they are filling with tears.
“We're going to have a baby. » Jenna mumbles. Y/n didn't say anything out of fear that Jenna would get angry with her. But the reaction that followed was not what Y/n expected.
“Baby we’re having a baby!” » Jenna says as she grabs Y/n's face and pulls her into a kiss.
“Wait, you’re not angry? »
“Baby why would I be angry?” » Responds with concern.
Y/n looks at the ground in shame for thinking that Jenna might break up because of the baby.
“I thought you didn’t want kids so I thought you were going to break up.” »
Jenna's heart breaks. Seeing his future wife sad like that. Jenna takes Y/n's face in her hands and wipes away her girlfriend's tears with her thumbs.
“Y/n listen to me carefully, when I asked you to marry me, it’s because I want to make a life with you. I want to own a house with you, a dog with you, and children with you. I knew you were going to be the future mother of my children. » Jenna said with such a loving look for Y/n.
“But you said in a live performance that you didn’t want children? »
“That was before I met you. » Jenna whispers, caressing Y/n’s red cheeks “You will be the sexiest mother. » Y/n laughs with Jenna. "I love you. » Jenna said as she gave Y/n a kiss on the lips. “And I already love you so much too. » Jenna leans down and kisses Y/n's stomach.
Y/n is so happy. She is going to marry the most extraordinary woman and she will have a child with her wife. What more could you ask for?
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mint-yooxgi · 3 months
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Guardian - Yandere!Griffin!Jongho
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Yandere AU & Griffin AU - First Person POV
Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Internal Monologue
Pairing: Jongho X Implied Chubby!Fem!Reader
Words: 1,557
Warnings: Possessive thoughts, violence - both implied and alluded to. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.
A/n: This one's a lil shorter than the rest, but I think it gets the point across. He also turned out much more violent and possessive than I thought he would, but I think it suits his character here. I hope you'll look forward to the final one of these coming soon, too! As always, Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~
The Fifteenth of The Feral Drabbles
You should have listened to me. I told you not to walk home alone in the dark. And yet… here we are.
You know, you’re much more peaceful when you’re unconscious. You don’t have a chance to nag me all the time.
It’s not that I’m trying to be controlling. Not at all. I just worry, okay? 
I know it might be difficult for you to understand, but I do worry about you. I’m not always going to be around to protect you like tonight. I’m just lucky I decided to follow after you, even after we said goodnight.
I could sense them. I knew you were being followed by more than just one of them, and I couldn’t let them take advantage of you. I don’t care if we had all been out in a group to start, their intentions after we said goodbye were impure!
I see the way others look at you when you’re not paying attention. Really, it’s quite obvious, but you act like you don’t notice. Of course they’d look. They’d all be stupid not to chance a glance at the stunning beauty that lays before them. I want them to look, but only when you’re with me. Look, but never touch.
I just wish they’d leave you alone.
Can’t they understand that you’re mine?
Fucking posers. I should gouge all their eyes out for what they tried to do to you tonight. Even just thinking about it makes my blood boil and my feathers ruffle. Knowing you, you’ll probably brush it all off once you wake up, making every excuse you can for those other guys. Only I know the truth, and I don’t care if you believe me or not.
No, they weren’t ‘being nice’ and walking you home, they expected something. They always expect something. No, they also weren’t ‘keeping an eye out’ for you. I do that. They were stalking you! I hear them always whispering about that one guy asking you out, and I couldn’t have that! 
You understand, right? Why I had to split his head open like a watermelon? He could have taken you away from me, and I couldn’t have that. You mean too much to me…
Don’t worry, I’ll take you home. I’ll keep you safe. I’m the only one who can. The only one you should trust.
The moon is full tonight as the wind whips through my feathers. I thought taking you for a little flight would help soothe you after the trauma you’ve just endured. Despite you being unconscious, I feel like it’s helping. I’ve got you, and even in your sleep, you’ve got me. I will never let you fall, and besides, maybe if you wake up while we soar through the night sky, you’ll be less mad about what happened.
Not that you should be mad at all, but you always get upset at me when I stick up for you. Every time I step in when people make inappropriate comments, or I ‘accidentally’ trip someone that’s standing a little too close to you, you cuss me out. I can practically hear your voice in my head already yelling about how they were just being ‘friendly’.
‘Friendly’ my ass.
Good thing you’re asleep. That eye roll would have earned me a smack on my arm. Perhaps even a disappointed shake of your head, too.
You’re lucky I love you. I let you get away with so much shit I normally would never put up with. I suppose that’s what happens when you care about someone as much as I care about you…
I’ll never admit how much I enjoy it when you touch me, even when you playfully smack my arm, or the upside of my head. I’d rather receive one hundred- no, one thousand of those than see you even lay a finger on someone else that’s not me. If you thought I was violent tonight, you should see some of the corpses of the people who’ve touched you, especially without your permission. Certain people, like our close friends and your family, I can let slide. But nasty fuckers who think they have any sort of chance with you?
Never.
It’s pathetic how easily their flesh shreds beneath my claws. Honestly, I can’t believe any of them ever thought that they even had a chance with you. If they can’t save themselves, how are they ever going to protect you? Fucking pathetic, weak morsels that don’t deserve to even share the same air as you.
Of course, I’d never let you see that side of me. The one that’s covered in entrails and blood after disposing of the trash. You’d worry too much, and besides, I never want you to be scared of me. You have nothing to fear. Never from me. Not while I’m around. After all, everything I do, I do for you.
Really, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. Say the word, even so much as imply you want something, and it’s yours. You are my one and only saving grace in this godforsaken world, and I will do everything in my power to see you smile. I will always be there to offer you a shoulder to cry on, and loving arms to embrace you when you need me. 
Nothing is off limits. I just want to make you happy.
I will make you happy. I know I will. Yet, you seem to brush off my advances every chance you get. What will it take for you to see how completely and utterly devoted I am to you? I would burn down entire cities, level the highest of mountains to the ground to prove myself to you. 
The impossible will become probable with me around. That’s my promise to you.
See! Even subconsciously you want to be close to me! Your grip just tightened on my back. You’re even nuzzling closer into my feathers!
…Either that, or you’re waking up.
Perhaps I should simply glide through the air now if that’s the case. Like I said, I don’t want to scare you.
Oh… it seems as though it was a false alarm. You’re still sleeping so soundly. As you should.
I’ve got you.
Are you dreaming of me? I always dream about you, so it’s only fair. I promised myself that I’d become the man of your dreams, but to think that might be literal is just… well, it only makes my affections for you grow. Let me protect you in your dreams just as well as I protect you in reality. Let my love wash over you so you feel it even when you’re away from me, deep within your own unconscious mind. Feel my devotion washing over you with every breath, and stay with me. Forevermore.
Perhaps now you’ll take me seriously. After you wake up, and calm down of course, I’ll tell you how I really feel. No more skirting around our feelings, and hoping you’ll understand why I do what I do. I need to be more forward, and finally tell you my everlasting love for you is real.
Thinking of it now… will you kiss me when I confess? Oh, gods… just thinking about the feel of your lips pressed against my own is making my head spin. Are they as soft as they look? Have you fantasized about mine as often as I’ve dreamt about yours? Do you also want my lips to caress every inch of your body when we’re alone? I swear nothing but the sweetest of praises will fall from my lips as I press them to your own, and all over your glorious body worthy of every piece of worship I plan to offer to you.
And worship you I shall.
There will be no part of you untouched by me. There is no part of you unloved by me. I plan to show you, to make you mine in every meaning of the sense, but only if you will allow me to do so. I only ever want to please you, to make you shake as you succumb to the deepest throws of pleasure, drowning you completely in ecstasy so you can no longer tell where you end and I begin. 
I was made to love you, and you were made to be loved by me.
Let me feel your nails digging into my back. Mark up my thighs which I know you adore. It’s cute to see you turn away shyly every time I catch you staring and admiring me. Though, you shouldn’t be ashamed, I admire you, too. Every chance I can get.
I always hear you joking about finding someone who will completely ravage you. Someone who will make you scream their name until the early hours of the morning. Someone to love you until you can’t take it anymore, to focus completely on you and you alone.
Well, Darling, I’m right here. Ready and eager whenever you are. You wouldn’t even have to ask, for I would fall to my knees to please you. Every. Single. Time.
Once you wake up, I’ll take you home. I just hope someday that home will be with me. A place to call our own. Where I am yours, and you are mine.
As it should be.
As it will be.
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kumori-suwan · 2 years
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Batboys Scenarios: Forgetting Your Anniversary
Part 1
Feat: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne
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Dick Grayson
You tried to hint about it all week, your three year anniversary was right around the corner and you had so much planned just to get Dick back for last year. You wanted to make him feel just as special as he’d made you the year before but Dick had other plans. Unfortunately for you he’d agreed to go out clubbing with his friends the same day as your special day, so he had left you waiting that night. You had hope that he would show up eventually but once you had seen his instagram story with pictures of him holding Kori during a dance and sharing shots with Zatanna and Wally you knew he’d forgotten. You went to sleep that night in tears, how could he have forgotten today of all days?
Dick got home late that night and happily stumbled into the shared apartment a bit drunk, it was far past midnight but he still hoped you’d be up to listen to his festive night until he noticed the banner hanging in the kitchen. ‘Happy Anniversary’ in bold letters, his heart sank to the floor and suddenly he was sober. He rushed to your shared room and found you sound asleep, but he wasn’t stupid, he noticed the tear stains along the apples of your cheeks. He brushed your hair out of your face and pressed a kiss to your sleeping face only for you to turn over in your sleep, he could tell you were fast asleep but knowing that he hurt you like this destroyed him.
“I’m so sorry baby, I’ll make it up to you.”, he whispered. He sighed and slowly snuck into bed with you, he pulled you in close and held you tight hoping to make you feel a little better. The next morning you woke up to his slumbering face, he reeked of alcohol and women’s perfume but you recognized the scent as those of his exes.
You were upset you had every right to be, you pulled away slowly and snuck off to the bathroom to get ready for work. While you were fixing your hair he appeared in the door way, guilt written all over his face.
“(Y/n), aren’t you supposed to be off today?”, he asked quietly.
You shook your head, “Changed it to yesterday since I had plans won’t be off again till next week.”, you admitted fixing your blazer.
You rushed by him and sped to the front door without another word, he wanted to give you a kiss but now that he’d hurt you he wasn’t sure you’d let him. Now that he was awake he was able to see just how much you’d planned this out, all of his favorite foods had been wrapped in plastic for later since he failed to show, carefully decorated the apartment for him, and a small stack of pillows and blankets sat at the end of the couch meaning you’d intended to spend the night cuddling with him while watching a movie.
“God I fucked up big time.”, he groaned hanging his head in shame.
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Jason Todd
Jason was angrier then usual today, you weren’t sure why but he was, you tried to be patient and understanding but there was only so much you could take. You tried to play cute, let him figure out why you were so happy about today, but he just seemed annoyed by you.
“Tough patrol Jay? How about we relax and eat someth-“
He doesn’t respond as he takes off his helmet, just glares ahead of him.
“I made your favorites, come on let’s eat. You can sleep after.”, you hum softly touching his shoulder delicately.
He jerks his body away from you and turns to focus his glare on you instead. You notice his teeth gritting into a angry snarl but you choose to continue. “Jay what’s wrong? Talk to me please, you’re worrying me.”, you speak softly daring to take that final step towards him but then he lashes out.
“Just leave me alone, annoying woman.”, he growled throwing his helmet towards the wall.
The sound of your picture frame shattering against the floor made you flinch, “Can’t you see I want to be left alone?!”, he growls. You sigh and slowly kneel down to clean up the mess. Your pictures were still intact, Jason huffed in frustration obviously torn between helping you or getting away from you, “Why does that stupid photo matter to you?”, he hissed watching you cut your finger on a glass shard.
“Because it’s the picture of our 1st anniversary, I thought it meant something but apparently I was wrong.”, you speak softly trying to hide the sobs ready to spill from your throat along with the hot tears, “Just like I was wrong that you’d stop being an asshole and remember today’s anniversary.”
You stood up and tossed away the pieces of glass before disappearing to your bathroom to treat your hand. Jason stayed in the living room trembling in fear of you leaving him, he hated making you upset. He followed you back to the room, nervously popping his fingers as he entered, his teal hues scanned the room for you. He could hear the shower running but even the cascading water wasn’t loud enough to hide your quiet sobs. He felt guilty, waiting at the door like an idiot, but he didn’t want to let you go to sleep upset. Jason took his side of the bed and waited for you to come out but the exhaustion of Patrol finally caught up with him, he knocked out within minutes. Eventually you decided to come out of the bathroom, your skin pruny from your long shower. You noticed Jason in bed already but refused to wake him, you took to your side and placed a pillow between you two in order to stop Jason’s nightly ritual of hugging you while you slept.
“Guess I wasn’t as important as I thought.”, you sighed, balling yourself up. You’d forgive him eventually…at least you hoped.
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Tim Drake
Being one of the leaders of Wayne Enterprise was never an easy job, it took hours out of one’s day and was brought home way more then it should be. Tim was naturally a very stressed person, often burying himself in work instead of taking time for himself and unfortunately today was one of those days. You’d made all of his favorites, hell you even brewed some of his favorite coffee just in case he needed it, you were so excited to show him your new dress and take him out dancing but while you waited more time passed. The tall candles decorating the dinner table soon burned out, reminding you of just how much time had passed, the food had gone cold and still there was no sign of him.
“I going to kill him if he’s still at work!”, you cried out in frustration, you grabbed your phone and dialed his number waiting for him to answer. Just as you’re about to hang up he does, voice tired and annoyed. “Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, where are you?”, you huff into the phone.
“Baby look I know I promised I’d be home early but I just had to finish these reports. Keeping up with all the brach finances isn’t an easy job.”, Tim sighed out his excuse just like last time but this was the final straw you were tired of the excuses.
“I know you’re a busy guy but you promised me, you promised you’d be home tonight!”, you cried tears spilling from your eyes.
Tim groaned out in annoyance, “(Y/n) please don’t cry, it was just dinner. We can have dinner together any day you want. I just really have to get this done.”
“Tim you push things off between way to often, you don’t even take breaks let alone actually enjoy your days off. Please just today just drop everything and come home.”, you tried to reason with him only to receive a disappointed sigh.
“(Y/n) I love you, but it’s just a dinn-“
“It’s our anniversary you jerk!”, you finally snapped and fumed to the sound of the phone call ending.
You cried in frustration and grabbed your keys rushing out of the apartment to go drinking. Tim arrived about twenty minutes after you left realizing the apartment was empty while he panted for breath, he called out to you hoping for an answer but all he was met with was silence. He slapped his hands against his face, clutching his bangs in frustration, how could he have forgotten today of all days?
He waited for you, hoping you’d come home soon, but now he realized just how lonely it felt to wait for you. You went through this feeling every night and yet you still smiled for a horrible man like him.
“I’ve gotta make this right…I have to.”
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Damian Wayne
“Damian please can’t anyone else go on this mission? You gave me your word that next week would be just about us.”, you sighed watching your husband pack for this month long mission with the League.
“Beloved I know you’re concerned but everyone is already well aware of who the members of the Justice League are. Nobody quite knows who I am yet so I’m the most obvious choice for the job, if you’re worried about me you don’t have to be. I’ll be with Grayson and Raven so I won’t be alone.”, your green eyed lover replied pressing a kiss to your temple to ease your stress.
The mention of his ex’s name made your blood boil with jealousy, you could tell there was still a spark between them and it made you uncomfortable. Honestly Dick and Raven were more then enough for this mission so why did he have to go?
“I’m not worried about you, I know you can handle yourself. I-I was just really looking forward to next week.”, you sighed sitting down on the edge of your bed in defeat.
Damian noticed something was off and tried to comfort you with another kiss to your lips, naturally you kissed back but it didn’t make the disappointment go away. He was doing it again, forgetting your important day just like the year before, that pain never went away and now it was back making your heart ache far worse than before. Damian was a great and loving husband but trivial things like dates always seemed to slip his mind, You wanted to be angry but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him that. You’d just wallow in your disappointment until eventually you’d numb out the pain.
“Beloved are you alright?”, He asked, cupping a firm hand on your cheek.
You hadn’t noticed you were crying until Damian’s hand met your cheek, you wanted to explain why you were so upset but your first instinct was to just bury it all and lie. You smiled up at him and choked out, “S-Sorry I-I’m just really going to miss you. I-I’m being selfish it’s okay. Go do your hero work.”
He pulled you up and wrapped his arms around you, you stayed still and just listened to his heartbeat. Honestly this was the closest you’d felt to him in a while, “Everything will be fine (Y/n). I’ll come back home safe and when I do I won’t let you go for a month straight just to make up for lost time.”
You nodded, you noticed a black dome form behind you and sighed realizing Raven had arrived. Damian noticed as well and smiled grabbing his things before pressing one last loving kiss to your lips, you looked like a sad puppy standing there in the middle of your room.
“I’ll be back soon Habibti, I love you.”, he declared before disappearing in another black sphere.
You nodded and simply cried your tears once he was gone, “Yeah…apparently not enough to remember our wedding anniversary.”
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You Know You Ain’t Gettin Your Bitch Back~
Chad Meeks Martin x fem!reader
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Synopsis: After attending a frat Party with your (soon to be ex-) bf, his behavior leads to a fight between y’all. Good thing Chad is there to comfort you…
Warnings: none for now (maybe in a part two) some angst, some fluff, slightly suggestive ending but not really, Chad being a girlfriend stealing charmer
Series: Pt.1 , Pt.2
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You can’t even remember why you agreed to come to this stupid party. And then you feel a familiar hand on your back, your boyfriend Derek had dragged you here… of course. And that’s not to say you didn’t love your boyfriend, of course you did! He could just be… pushy, sometimes is all. He never got physical with you but he sure was stubborn, and didn’t seem very good at listening to you when you said you “weren’t the constantly going out type” which was true. You enjoyed a good party as much as the next girl but, this was like the fourth one had brought you to this week, and it was literally only Thursday! You didn’t seem to understand how he got the energy for all this.
All of a sudden you’re snapped out of your thoughts when you hear Derek’s voice calling your name. “Y/N, hellooo, you okay there babe?” He was looking at you as you came out of your zoned out state, haphazardly waving his drink in front of your face. You hated when he did that, acting like you were some space case in front of your shared friends. “Yea I’m fine, was just thinking is all.” You answered him semi-sheepishly, already slightly tired from the amount of social interaction you had done so far.
“Well don’t hurt yourself pretty, can’t have that gorgeous skin of yours forming premature wrinkles!” He said that to the other guys with a chuckle. But you didn’t find it very funny. In fact it was pretty damn rude, maybe even the rudest you had ever heard him be towards you. You quickly spun around to face him. “Okay first of all, don’t know where the fuck that came from, and second, what the hell! Is that really how you think you should be speaking to me? In front of our friends no less??” You were mad, and the volume of your voice showed it. Any louder and you would’ve caused a huge scene, which was definitely the last thing you wanted. Derek could only look at you with a shocked smile on his face. “Babe calm down okay? It was just a joke you know that.”
You couldn’t believe he actually had the nerve to say that instead of apologizing. “Well it sure didn’t fucking sound like one! And even if it did, I clearly wasn’t laughing was I?” Your voice was definitely getting a bit louder now, you even felt your face getting hot. And this douchebag still wasn’t taking you seriously. “Woah Woah Woah, where is all this coming from? Are you okay, I mean are- are we okay cause this feels like a fight babe.” He was slightly laughing as he looked around the living room you were in. It seemed like he was just as paranoid about causing a scene as you were.
“Yes this is a fight Derek! I mean my god, I knew I was smarter than you but come on! A cucumber could put that together!” It felt really good to yell at him, probably too good if you were being really honest with yourself. But you were fed up of all the little building instances of disrespect, so this was definitely necessary. “I seriously don’t know what I did wrong, I mean it was just a joke! It was supposed to funny!” Wow was this man clueless, were your standards really that low? “It’s not just about that one “joke” Derek! It’s about all the little stupid and honestly disrespectful things that you keep doing! Like consistently dragging me to these parties, that I keep telling you I don’t want to come to!” Man did it feel good to get that off your chest, however your boyfriend didn’t look too happy about it.
“What are we even doing right now babe, like what is this? Are we breaking up?” He kinda looked sad now, which is why you felt slightly bad for what you were about to say. “Ya know what Derek yes! We’re breaking up because I simply cannot deal with you anymore!” You said, or rather yelled, that in his face before storming off to the kitchen. Hoping to drown your anger in alcohol and maybe some pop tarts or something. Upon making your way to the counter you grab the first bottle of cheap vodka you see and go to start chugging, when a strong hand on your arm stops you. “Woah careful there tiger, you can’t just go chugging random bottles that could be roofied!” The man spoke as he grabbed the bottle from your hand to lower it back down onto the kitchen counter. You spoke fast without even looking up at him. “Well after my last ten minutes spent here, I really don’t care if I do get roofied, or alcohol poisoned, or blackout drunk or whatever! In fact that’s kind of the goal right now so, move along.” You sajd as you made a shooing motion with your hands towards the man before coming face to face with his abs, and then his face. Holy shit he was attractive. Way more so than your now ex-boyfriend Derek…
Your borderline unethical thoughts were interrupted by his voice yet again. “Well I’m Chad, and I gotta ask, what exactly was so bad about the last ten minutes that made you want to completely disregard your safety? Just curious.” He asked you with an air of sarcastic humor, but he honestly seemed pretty sincere and truth be told, you kinda wanted someone to talk to. “Just broke up with my boyfriend that I came here with. Well he actually sorta made me come here because I didn’t really want to, but that’s not important. Point is he was acting like a dick to me in front of our friends then acted totally clueless when I confronted him about, which made me realize that he’s kinda always been a dick soooo yea. That’s how my night’s going.” You finished your ramblings as you slumped yourself against the counter. You felt relieved to be able to say all of that out loud.
Chad just looked at you for a second, mouth slightly agape from your info-dump. “Well, he sounds like he sucks, and you seem pretty cool so, good on you for getting rid of him!” He somewhat awkwardly raised his hand for a high five, which you reluctantly met. You felt bad for being so unenthusiastic about talking to him, I mean he was being so bubbly and outgoing, letting a complete stranger vent about her relationship problems. “Yea he did suck, and thanks for letting me ramble, I’m y/n by the way.” You finally formally introduced yourself as you went to shake his hand, a habit you had picked up while you were learning to be more polite as a kid. “Ah no problem y/n, and I like the handshake it’s very- gentlewomanly.” You chuckled a little at the phrase. This guy was actually pretty charming, and it definitely helped that he was insanely good looking.
“Ya know you’re actually pretty funny and nice for a guy at a frat party. You don’t really see that a lot ya know?” You were making full eye contact with him now, genuinely enjoying your conversation. “Ah yea I get that a lot, guys kinda hate it cause it means I get a lot of attention from woman and it makes them jealous, but I don’t really care. Half of the guys at this party don’t know how to treat women anyway.” He sounded kinda cocky, but truthfully he was right. College guys were dicks, especially ones who came to frat parties. “Sounded to me like your boyfriend was one of them.”
Okay you were not expecting that. But once again, the gorgeous man in front of you wasn’t wrong. You made sure to look in his eyes as you spoke next, noticing something that you didn’t think was there before. “Yea you’re definitely right about that, looking back I have no idea how I even ended up giving him a chance.” Chad seemed to like that answer, which was good because it was true. Derek wasn’t even really your type. The man that was standing in front of you now was, and you had never been more happy to be a single woman. “I mean I don’t even know you all that well yet but I will say that, you’re absolutely gorgeous, so I’m pretty sure any man in here would be no where near your league.”
And there it was, your opportunity. “Oh yea? You think that includes you Chad?” You framed it as a genuine question, but you already knew the answer. You watched as his eyes flicked to your lips for a second, biting the corner of his lip ever so slightly as he spoke. “I mean, that’s all up to you y/n. I can’t speak for you after all.” And with that you had already decided on your next move, you only had to see if he would take the bait. “Yea I guess you’re right… Anyway I kinda don’t wanna be at this party anymore so I’m gonna walk back to my dorm!” You said as you quickly turned heel to start leaving the kitchen, but not before you said one last thing. “You can walk me back if you’d like, ya know since I don’t have Derek to do it anymore.” You watched as Chad stood up straight with a smirk on his face and walked towards you, slinging an arm around your shoulder.
“Oh I can definitely do that.”
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A/N: oh this one was funnnn~ I seriously love writing for Chad I just NEED MORE IDEAS!! So seriously send me asks I’m lowkey begging 🙏 but anyway thanks for reading and if y’all want I will def do a part two! Y’all’s wish is my command and all that
-With love, from Miss Grace<3
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