#also bit crush voices-but that's unrelated

[mrdrhenwardhykle]

So basically, if you ask me if I like creepypastas (specifically the game-related ones) my honest answer would be mostly no-but kind of yes? 'No' as in pushing away all the usual gunk (mostly based around Sonic and Sonic influence) that repeats the formula of protagonist is now the bad guy- you play as a cast of three usually made up of player 2's and 3's, minor characters, and/or antagonists; going to the right of the screen until they inevitably die. The rare instance of 'yes' extends out to the non-humorous parodies of older franchises that becomes much more than 'recoloring Sonic.exe by picking another franchise from a hat' or 'angry dead sibling of the player haunts the game' plot; and rather works as a twisted character study of the original plot or gameplay.

eugg so basically this is my study and perspective on the right way to twist a protagonist into a compelling and threatening antagonist/villain

I've got three examples of what I think working character studies look like, and I'll list them off from least violent to the most. Just a warning, the last one gets pretty bad. The first one only has one instance of gore that I know of, and it's not in your face at all.

*Spoilers and gameplay links for all. Feel free to play any of them before reading*

1.(Maybe FW? Slight gore and violence, disturbing) To begin, we'll talk about "Q*Bert Arcade" by Tarkan809 on Gamejolt. The game itself is fairly simple and not too far from home from the original arcade game (As the title might allude to and accidently trick you with). There are noticeable differences that will likely throw the player off, such as the fact that you're playing as one of the enemy Coilies(the snake), and the lack of enemies or atmospheric sound effects in the first stage. It's off and isolated, but not a blaring sign of danger. What really throws the game off is the completion of stage 1, as both the music and screen distort in an unsettling matter. Nonetheless, nothing at this point is added, as the majority of what is seen is edited-or enhanced, if you will, from the original material. There's no blaring red flags like unfitting music from another franchise, or the villain being revealed in the first impression of the title sequence. You are given this atmosphere that is built to remain close to 'normal'- allowing for the small differences to be twice as effective in the creep factor.

From the second level onward, we're introduced to the one new element to the narrative; Q*bert. To my knowledge, the game is just called 'Q*bert Arcade' and not something like Q*bert.exe-as every let's play YouTuber calls it; Q*bert's design isn't the typical addition of predatory features. There's no pitch black eyes with red pupils, there's no sharp teeth or claws (although idk how that would work on Q*bert in the first place). Instead, Q*bert's typical look is enhanced with humanoid-like features, with a soulless expression. You can't really tell it off the bat however, as the same glitch effect does fairly well at hiding his design-whether or not you decide to hide away. While I don't believe that hiding the monster's appearance is a mandatory move, but playing with the fear of the unknown is always unique and effective nonetheless. What I really like about this game is that there's no text appearing out of nowhere and explaining the personality and motives of the character right away.

Despite the presence of the character, it's still staying fairly true to the original material. All you hear from the character is his typical jumbled up text-to-speech voice; not being too off from the original use, but being an affective spook-factor in a different setting.

I also just noticed this, but there's a subtle detail between the first level and when Q*bert shows up; as you may notice that the Coily's expression changes from neutral to worried as soon as the stage turns orange (I think. I don't think I'm seeing things. But if it's not, it's doing its job in making me think I'm seeing things)

The death scenes in the gameplay aren't overly violent or out of character, as the voice and screen just distort severely and restart. There's room for gameplay, and nothing (to my knowledge) is removed in the controls for the sake of the enemy magically catching up. The game ends on a level mostly without Q*bert- only showing up when the player completes their part.

What I like most about the antagonist character is that the writing isn't afraid to show it expression emotions. Though it might sound like I'm constantly bashing on the Sonic.exe character, I'm not- but the tropes the character is always associated with often don't leave much room for anything but what he-and others like him- are usually associated with. By most X is shown to have two emotions; Soulless happy/pleased/amused or soulless angry. Either way, the character more often than not gets his way in the end- so it doesn't effect his choices and mannerisms. Q*bert's emotions-however-effect the plot greatly. There's no overpowered god-like presence- as much as there is a theme of human-like emotion and pettiness. While in his somber mood, Q*bert plays fair with the player- even to the point of jumping off if they manage to hide away in time. He's fast, but works by foot and not random supernatural tendencies.

His human-like nature gets to him by the end of the demo, causing him to angrily throw the Coily in a rage-fit- smashing them against the ground and chewing off the tip of their tail. There's no cheap jump-scares and loud noises. There's also no need for fourth-wall breaks to make sure the player feels threatened. The blood and violence is minimized to just one stroke of action. It's not about cramming in the shock factor- its goal is to simulate a fear of what this arcade game is, what has has happened to it, and what it can become.

To my knowledge, there isn't much of an explanation behind this other than the player is likely a kid in an old arcade that sneaks into the backroom while everyone else is on their phones. Someone said it's based on a creepypasta with a cabinet-man-like premise, but idk if that's true.

I think it's neat nonetheless.

2. (Slight gore, loud scares, and FW) The next example is more of a character study of an alternate universe/route than it is a creepypasta attempting to convince you it's a real thing. Gimmick! (Window's 98 Edition) or 'YUME.EXE' by Diplocaule on Gamejolt appears to be a startling but effective route in making the audience fear the original. Taken side-by-side, YUME.EXE and Gimmick! go alongside similar plotlines. Both introduce the premise beginning on a young girl's birthday, opening the gift of a strange and small creature as her special surprise. In the original route, the girl is thrilled with the gift of Yumetaro-likely favoring them over her old toys and making them jealous.

However, YUME.EXE displays an AU in which the young girl isn't pleased with her special gift- and just places it on her cabinet to catch dust. The once magical abilities and origins of the character are turned against the girl- making it clear that she has made a terrible fiend. The other toys are removed, and she is taken to an unfamiliar world twisted from the original material. The traits of the original protagonist being an attention-loving creature with magical powers allowing it to travel between worlds is an excellent trait to be elaborated further upon in another light. The logic makes sense with the established world, and the motives become clear in perspective.

This time, you play as the girl; trapped in a bleak 3-D void-unsure of what is to happen next. The jealous creature catches up eventually. Text and jump scares are used in this one, but tastefully. The theme is brash and intense- simulating a fear of resentment and anger. A aggressive feeling is established and exposed- like a wound rotting terribly the more the player attempts to search around. While it's 3-D and likely an attempt to simulate realism in the player, the environment isn't pulled out of character at all- as the textures are pixelated. The text urges the girl to go back to where she started, revealing a waiting 'YUMI' crawling out of the darkness to lunge at her. It likely impales her somehow, causing her to fall down while slowly dying. The background changes to its usual happy-theme, simulating a feeling of joy in her death as she slowly bleeds out. After a quick jumpscare, the protagonist role swapes back to 'YUMI' and its usual gameplay style. Going forward, the character stumbles upon the poor girl's body, and slowly begins to smile.

To my knowledge; there's no 'real-life' name drops that set this up as another 'real victim stuck in a game' scenario, but simulating the same fear by implying the hidden pettiness and ironic villainy in an already established character if choices are made differently. In that way, the original route is seen as the best choice, as her original toys are now seen as the far-lesser two evils.

3. (Very violent, loud jumpscares, FW, disturbing) Alright, so Adventure Island.exe by Anomalocalis on Gamejolt is a gory, but great example both adding a themes and setting an AU to the original story, without being too crowded (albeit it is very overwhelming, but intentionally). Both games start of just about the same- not changing until you approach the enemies. For context (to what I understand) the original Adventure Island is a basic platform game, allowing for the player to occasionally pick up random-but-wacky powerups from eggs, such as skateboard gear-or maybe even Fairies. The spoof removes the cartoonish theme and logic, weighing in on the reality of man becoming a destructive menace in nature -possessed or not. Beginning the game, the narrative establishes personality points by showing the enemies fleeing as soon as the player comes to the screen. The gameplay is slower, and almost simulating a destructive weight that the original Higgins didn't have before. The first red flags aren't scares or glitches, but rather just key detail changes in the enemies behavior. Also another detail is that the points do nothing, but I'm not sure what that could mean other than maybe a theme of gluttony?...

Again, the realistic behaviors in the character set in an expectedly unrealistic environment brings a subtle unsettling feeling, even if when the scares aren't happening.

The level comes to an end, and the mechanism of the egg is finally teased. Going further and collecting the egg, a spirit emerges and potentially possesses Higgins. Themes of Higgins playing along with long awaited tribal rituals and sacrifices is brought to the narrative, as an unnamed narration encourages him to explore it further. This could symbolize man's nature to destroy, establish, and obtain power over the value of life. We often have a natural habit to find gods to praise, or even go as far to attempt to become one. This theme seems very prominent in this character study- as seeing how the original material works off of a semi-implied civilized man (assuming from the ballcap) fighting off wildlife in the jungle.

The game restarts, beginning the second act. The title shows once again, but with the subtle animation of Higgin's face changing and smiling upon the player. The cult-like affirmations towards Higgins are seen again just before the level starts. The level doesn't require anything more than to go forward. Higgins is slow and silently fuming behind the shadows. Enemies flee, but are destroyed by the touch. Likely because of his choice, life is easier- lessening the need for platforms and jumping. However, because of this, he begins to lose his humanity.

A sacrifice is demanded, and he does so by capturing and violently smashing to death one of the fairies. Furthering the power requires no love or remorse, likely being something replaced by asserting authority.

This act likely ends with the 'power' killing him with no pay-off, despite what is promised. He's no longer in the menu. Heaven no longer has its goal or purpose, and is described as something he personally has to obtain-likely through his violent means. The game resumes normally until it ends in a jumpscare. Perhaps displaying that his standards of killing have no exception on another human.

Rather than a playful spoof, or alternate set of choices queuing in the butterfly effect; Higgin's personality is fleshed out by inserting some new elements; displaying a semi-accurate depiction of the narrative, and showing the protagonist submitting to the natural human urge to indulge and assert power over those below them.

Summary: When writing your spook spoof, remember to play with elements that compliment and explore each character; rather than just resorting to what everybody else did, or what's going to create the most shock factor.

(Also, keep this in mind; Sonic.exe is going to work for Sonic because it's often a play on 'what if the fastest thing alive wasn't on the good side'. Doing the exact same thing to, eh-idk, Kirby isn't going to work because speed isn't an element that makes Kirby threatening...) (That I know of. You would go with the fact that he eats people and gains their power, I assume....)

K. Hope my ramblings help out somebody at some point. Anyways, have a great day/night!

#creepypasta #writing #spoof #sonic.exe #q*bert #qbert #also the random cases of smooth animation after seeing the usual choppy pixel art is a good tool #I'm sort of in love w/ it #also bit crush voices-but that's unrelated #Gimmick! #gimmick #adventure island #study #essay #review #character study #au #creative writing #spoof writing #horror writing #horror spoof

[weskie]

Eye of the Storm (Albert Wesker x gn!Reader)

post spencer confrontation, what if wesker was loved and allowed to feel the pain of his emotions | Fic Directory

You find him in a fit of rage.

He’d been gone for a few days. A business venture, he’d said.  One you weren’t permitted to join.

You never expected this.

You hadn’t even heard him arrive. No greeting, no shutting of the front door nor footsteps that normally tipped you off to his presence. 

You hear a heavy thud, not unlike something being slammed against a wall.  Then another, and another, and another.  You scurry through your home toward his office, finding the sounds of snarling growls and shattering, splintering wood to be that much louder.  You’re almost afraid to open the door, but you know you must.

Whatever happened, whatever state he’s in– you swore long ago that you’d be by his side through it all.  The creaking of the door makes him spin around, eyes a sharp red even through the dark tint of his glasses.  His chest heaves with heavy breaths and his fists are balled so tight you can practically hear the creaking cry of crushed leather. He seethes through bared teeth as if to warn you away when you take that first step inside.

You know better.

“Al,” you croon, treading slowly. Glass crunches beneath the sole of your shoe and he appears to flinch the slightest bit.  “Sweetheart,” you take another few steps closer, hands in front of you to show the surrender within your approach.  You don’t know what to say.  It seems as though nothing in the world can quell the hurricane brewing within.  

His unrelenting gaze all but dares you to cross the fray.  Will you be so bold as to enter the eye of the storm? Could you?

As you come closer, you notice the damage.  His black coat is torn in several places, bloodied in others– flecks of it in his hair.  Gloves scuffed at the knuckles. Glasses cracked at the corner, sitting at an odd angle due to a missing nose pad.

You reach up slowly to remove them, pushing them up to rest atop his head.  His breath catches audibly.  Wesker’s upper lip curls and trembles, nose scrunching in a way that you would ordinarily find cute were it not for the typhoon of rage written across his face. 

Your hands trace slowly down his temples to cup his cheeks.  You can tell he’s reluctant to let you touch him.  He doesn’t speak, but he also doesn’t look away.  His eyes drill straight into you.  It’s as if looking away means to be consumed by the same force that split the desk in two and wrecked the room.

“Breathe, Al.” You whisper, thumbs tracing the curve of his cheekbones. You watch him take a shuddering breath before his hands shoot up to grab your wrists.  You wince at the tightness of his grip.

He falls to his knees, head lowered.

You go down with him.

Whatever splinters you’ve landed on sting, but there are matters far more pressing than that.

“I am nothing.”  

His voice is small and so incredibly unlike the man you know.  There is no authority, no edge, no strength to it.  With a hand at the back of his neck, you pull him to hide his face against your chest.  You’re about to open your mouth to counter such a terribly false statement when a crushing grip settles on your shoulders.

“Manufactured.” 

His hands shake despite the force of their hold.  Something had truly rattled him to his core, something big.  Flashes of memories blow through your mind of every time you’d seen that perfect composure crack.  His fury at his old teammate, frustrations with achieving his dream, and–

Like shattered glass revealing an unspoken truth, you connect his words with his most persistent anxiety.

The old man.

You realize why your presence was forbidden, why he wouldn’t tell you his whereabouts nor his plans.

For every night he’d laid awake chewing a hole in his lower lip, tossing and turning, fretting and torturing himself.  Each moment he’d lose the time staring at the wall, contemplating his strange fixation on none other than Oswell E. Spencer himself.  All of the time and resources spent tracking down a ghost.

Had his efforts paid off?

His grip grows stronger as he launches into a tirade– Umbrella, Spencer, Project Wesker.  You merely listen with wide eyes as he tells the tale of his creation, and everything you know of his upbringing becomes so much more sorrowful.  Not merely an orphan, nor a prodigy with exceptional ideals and a mind to change the world.

A product.

An idea.

Another man’s dream.

A borrowed last name.

A boy stolen from those that would have nurtured him.  Taken from the people who would have celebrated his mind, not simply capitalized off of it.  Who would have cared for his milestones and held his hands through each one.

Who would have loved him.

His eyes are unfocused as he tells every detail.  It’s as if he’s gone to hide within himself.

You suspect such a state is far worse than his rage could ever be.

He’s silent for a time, though the tightness of his grip remains.  His mouth twitches, lips parting as if he means to say something, over and over again…

“Who am I?”

The quiver in his voice shatters you.  Those cracks in his poise you’d seen during those anxious frets over finding Spencer, of finding Chris, his disgust with the human race and their penchant for self destruction and cruelty– it’s all split wide open now.  You see the raw nerve that he truly is. And all you want to do is shield him from the pain.  

But you can’t.

The damage is done.  It has been for decades.

The best you can do is hold him close and coo love and reassurances in droves.  You encourage him to feel it.  

Don’t suppress it.  Don’t swallow the pain nor bury it deep to drown in itself.

Feel it.

You card your fingers through the hair at his nape.  He seethes and shakes to hold back his cries.  You still feel the tears soak your shirt all the same.

“Whoever you are,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his hair. “Whoever you want to be…”

His grip slackens.

“I will love you, always.”

#albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker fanfiction #albert wesker x you #wesker x reader #wesker x you #resident evil #dead by daylight #dbd #I just threw this together idk if it's actually gonna be good

[f1goat]

Crazy + Lando Norris (one shot)

In which Lando and you are crazy for each other without knowing it from each other, until Lando loses his temper while seeing you with another. masterlist - playlist

Warnings: a small bit of smut

“Tell me,” 

His voice is soft at first. You barely hear the first two words he says to you. It’s partly because of the loud music surrounding him and you. You wait for him to continue with his words. You wonder what he wants to tell you. His eyes are piercings into your own when he speaks up again. 

“Tell me you’re doing this on purpose,” he says louder then before. 

You don’t get it. What are you doing on purpose? The boy you were dancing with before reunites with you, he hands you the drink he went to get for you. If you weren’t staring at Lando, you would miss his reactions to the gesture. You notice the annoyed glance he sends towards the boy which name you forgot - or maybe didn’t even hear. You notice the way Lando clenches his jaw. You don’t get it. 

Lando is still standing in front of you. He’s probably waiting for a reaction you guess, but you don’t know what to say. You don’t know about what he is talking. Confused you take a sip of your drink. The boy next to you starts to talk in the mean time. You can’t focus on his words. You can only focus on Lando and his confusing words from before. 

“Doing what on purpose?” You ask Lando. 

He doesn’t answer your question. Lando just scoffs before he turns away from you. You watch how he walks away, but you don’t follow him. A soft sigh comes from your mouth. You wonder about what you did this time. Lando has been acting weird for a few weeks now and you’re not even close to knowing his reasons. It’s getting more annoying with the day. Maybe the most annoying part of it is your crush on Lando. Maybe things would be normal when that didn’t happen. 

Lando and you have been coworkers for a couple months now. You are working in his media team, meaning you have spend a lot of time with Lando lately. At first you were nervous to work this much with a formula one driver, but you and Lando clicked instantly. It didn’t took long before you two became close friends. Race weeks became your favorite weeks fast. Your free time was spend with Lando as well. Filming days were always the most fun. But lately some things have changed. It didn’t took you long to fall for Lando. Maybe only a few weeks, but you didn’t realize it that fast. Since you realize that you’re crushing on Lando, you have tried to keep a bit more physical distance. You don’t want Lando to find out, you don’t want to ruin your friendship with him. But still, it isn’t your behavior that caused this. 

Last days Lando has ignored you almost completely. No texts. No reaching out. No snaps. No anything. That vague sentence from before is the first work unrelated thing he has said in you in days. You didn’t even knew you would see him tonight. Since you’re friends with Lando, you also blended into his friend group quickly. Tonight is just a simple night out with them. Something Lando skips most of the time. Imagine your shock when you spotted him tonight. 

The boy next to you snaps you out of your thoughts when he offers to dance with you. You simply nod and walk with him towards the dance floor of the club. When you’re dancing with the stranger, you can’t stop yourself from looking around. Is Lando still somewhere close to you? Maybe it’s the alcohol that causes your sudden burst of confidence, but you want nothing more than to talk with Lando about the last days. Now that you think about it - once again - you realize that you’re mad at him. Who does he think he is to ignore you like this? You stop dancing quickly, you tell the stranger that you’re getting a new drink before you quickly walk away to find Lando. 

After walking around for a bit you still haven’t found him. You sigh when you walk closely by the bar for the third time. This time you decide to actual get a drink for yourself. You can use it. You walk closer to the bar and wait until the bartender gives you the opportunity to order a drink. 

+++

Lando is watching from a far. He couldn’t stop watching you since you came in to the club and talked with his - and your - friends. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. He wish he could. It would make things so much easier for him. But he can't. The way your red dress fits your body made sure of that. Of course he noticed your body before, but this is too much for him. He can’t stop thinking about ripping the dress of you and making you squirm. He wants to punch himself for thinking about you like this, but he’s sure that won’t stop his thoughts.

It’s not just tonight that he can’t stop thinking about you. You are the person that is on his mind most of the time. Even while racing he thinks about you. That’s why he decided he needed to distance himself a bit from you. Maybe he only needs a bit of time to forget about his crush on you. He wants to stay friends with you, but it’s unbearable for him to be this close with you all the time while crushing on you as well. 

Only a small hour before he almost ruined everything between you two. He couldn’t stop himself. Every time he saw that boy touch you and dance with you, it felt like he was going to lose his mind. He doesn’t even know for himself what he meant with his words. Why would you dance with a stranger like this on purpose? Maybe he’s really getting stupid. It’s pathetic to hope you’d dance with a boy like that to make him jealous on purpose. But it’s a better thought then the reality about you being interested in someone else. 

Lando notices the way you wait for your drink. He sees the sweet smile you show the bartender when he hands you your drink. He notices the way the bartender strikes a conversation with you. He can’t tell if it’s friendly or flirty until he sees the wink the bartender sends you. Why does everyone want you? Why can’t he just have you? Lando sighs. He doesn’t even realize that he’s walking closer towards you. 

When he’s standing next to you, he hears the way the bartender asks for your number. He sees your doubtful look. He doesn’t say anything. Lando waits for you to realize that he’s standing next to you. You seem to be thinking deeply. He notices that the bartender is still waiting for an answer. Should he help you? But what if you want to give him your number? Lando feels a bit torn about what to do, at one point he decides that he has had enough. 

You almost jump up when you feel someones arm sliding around your shoulders. When you look around you, you’re quick to notice that it’s Lando who’s holding you closely to himself. What the fuck is going on? Before you can ask Lando about it, the bartender apologizes to you and walks away. 

Lando knows he has managed his goal. The bartender is gone. But his arm is still lingering around your shoulders. He could just tell you that he wanted to help you out with the bartender, but he can’t seem to form the right sentence to tell you that. Before he can say anything, you’re talking to him. 

“We need to talk,” you tell him. He notices an annoyed tone in your voice. Fuck. He simply nods. Maybe it’s time that the two of you talk. Things can’t go on like this forever. You take his hand and start walking through the dancing people with him. 

You don’t know where to start at first. Lando keeps waiting for you to say something. You feel his eyes burning on you. It’s making you even more restless. When the words start to come out your mouth, you can’t stop them anymore. Before you know it you’re angrily rambling towards Lando about his behavior from the last time. 

“I don’t know what I did to you, but apparently there’s a reason for you to ignore me. Why don’t you just talk to me about it? This is fucking childish.” 

You realize that it’s the alcohol that makes you this unbothered with curse words. You’re speaking fast and harshly towards Lando. 

“And then you finally talk to me only to accuse me of doing something I don’t even know on purpose,”  you continue, “How the fuck am I suppose to get that? You’re so confusing.” 

Lando looks at you. His eyes haven’t left your face for a second. He knows that every word you’re saying is more then right. He deserves this. He doubts about his next action. Is he going to tell you what’s really going on? Is this the moment he needs to come clean about his feelings? Apparently he’s quiet for too long. 

“And even now you don’t say a thing!” You exclaim annoyed, “You know what Lando, if this is what you want, fine. I won’t try anymore.” With those words you storm away back to the club. 

Lando keeps standing still. He should have followed you. If he starts thinking about the things he should have done, he can’t stop thinking about it anymore. He should have told you about his crush. He shouldn’t have treated you like this. He can go on like this for hours probably. He sighs and walks back inside as well. 

It doesn’t take long before Lando is even more annoyed then before. How can it be that every guy around seems to want the same girl as him tonight? Of course he knows you look absolutely stunning, but still. This must be bad luck? He’s looking angrily at how you’re dancing with another guy on the dance floor in the middle of the club. It’s then he decides that he never should have come tonight. 

“If you keep staring everyone will find out,” his friend Max tells hem at one point.

“Let them,” Lando scoffs, “Maybe then they will finally leave her alone.” 

Max laughs. Lando keeps staring angrily. 

“Tell her,” Max says after a while, “You won’t feel any better until you tell her.”

Lando sighs and updates Max on what happened before when you were outside with him. 

“My advice stays the same, you have to tell her.” 

Lando keeps his silence. He is no longer in the mood to talk or to do anything apart from watching what you’re doing. When he sees you closer to the strange guy then before, it causes him to almost lose his temper. Fuck. If he only could go over to you and grab you away from all those others. 

“You know,” Max continues to talk, “You can’t fuck it up any further if you tell her. She’s already mad.” 

Lando realizes that Max might have a point. You’re already mad at him. He doesn’t know if you can forgive his vague behavior, so what’s left to fuck up? In a split second he makes a decision. Doubtful Lando walks towards you and the boy on the dancing floor. It doesn’t take him long to stand in front of you and the stranger. 

+++

“We need to talk.”

You would be lying if you said that you didn’t see Lando coming closer to you. He has been in your sight for the whole night, you knew exactly that he was walking towards you. But still, you’re shocked. Maybe it’s because his words. 

“We just did,” you tell him a bit annoyed. Not even an hour ago you gave Lando the opportunity to explain himself. He didn’t. 

“We need to talk properly,” Lando continues, “not here.” 

“Then where?” You ask tiredly. Lando and his confusion behavior all the time. It’s making you tired. 

“My place?” Lando suggests. 

You doubt about his suggestion. Of course you want to join Lando and go to his home, but still.. You don’t like the way Lando has been treating you and now he expects you to just follow him home to talk? You gave him the chance, but he didn’t took it. You look around you. The stranger you were dancing with before is still standing close to you, he looks even more confused then you probably do right now. 

“I don’t know,” you sigh, “I’m trying to have fun. You had your chance before.” 

Lando wants to tell you that he understands you, he wants to tell you that it’s okay and that you can talk another day. But the words don’t leave his mouth. Somewhere in between they have reformed themselves in a completely different word. 

“Please?” He asks you. 

You take another look at Lando. What do you do now? Fuck. When you make eye contact with him and you notice his almost begging glaze, you decide to give in. It’s not like you can stop thinking about him for the rest of the night, maybe it’s better to give in. You sigh. 

“Okay, but I swear you better explain this time,” you tell Lando eventually. 

Lando shows you a small smile and nods. You want to say goodbye to the stranger, but Lando is quick to grab your hand and drag you with him. Before you know it you’re sitting next to Lando in his McLaren. He quickly drives off. It’s your sign to start talking.

“Why are you acting like this?” Is the first question you ask Lando. “You have been ignoring me unless you couldn’t because of work and now you’re dragging me away from the club to talk with me?” You explain yourself further. 

“This wasn’t exactly my plan as well,” Lando tells you. Great, he’s making things even more confused you think annoyed. 

“Then what was your plan? Why did you ignore me?” You ask further. 

“I needed some space,” Lando confesses.

You feel thrown back by his words. Space? What does he mean with that? Of course, you’re seeing each other a lot, but you thought he liked that. 

“Why didn’t you say so?” You ask confused, “I would have understood.. I thought you liked spending time together.” 

“Fuck,” Lando mutters, “I do. I love spending time together.” He curses at himself for making things confusing for you. 

“Then why did you need space?” 

Lando waits with answering your question. He parks his car in front of his apartment building. Together you walk towards the elevator. 

“Why did you need space?” You ask again.

Lando feels like losing his mind. It’s too much for him to be inside of the elevator with you. It’s a too small place to be with you when you look this good. It’s infuriating. He tries to focus on the elevator, but he can only think about you. Your perfume is hanging around him. 

“Lando?” You ask. 

He doesn’t think about his next actions. He lets out a big defeated sigh and confesses. “Because you’re making me crazy,” he tells you, “but in the best way possible.” 

You don’t respond to his words. You don’t know what to say. What does Lando mean? 

“Well, I can’t say you don’t have that effect on me too,” you eventually confess. 

Lando lunges himself at you. Your back hits the elevator walls, you don’t even notice it. Lando is standing closely in front of you. You can only focus on his lips. Would it be a sin to kiss him? Before you can decide, Lando is talking. 

“Tell me,” he states, “what makes you feel like this?” 

You think about his question. Every thing Lando does makes you feel crazy. But are you going to tell him about your crush on him? You doubt. Lando comes even closer towards you. He presses his lips against your neck. Softly he is prepping kisses at your neck and shoulders. You can’t help yourself and let out a soft moan. It encourages Lando to move on. His hands disappear under your dress. You feel how he kneads your ass before feeling you through your string. 

“You,” you answer Lando his question, “you’re making me crazy.”

“How?” Lando is quick to ask further. 

You feel his fingers slowly moving circles on your clit. There’s nothing you want more then to remove your string so Lando has proper access. You need to feel him. Softly you whimper. 

“Tell me baby,” Lando says, “and maybe I will think about pulling off your string.” 

“Fuck,” you mutter, “Everything about you makes me crazy. Every innocent touch makes me crave for more.” 

For a few seconds you’re afraid you have said too much. Lando stares at you. His thumb is still circling around your clit. You can’t help yourself and let out a moan. 

“What do you want?” Lando asks you. 

“You,” you reply as if it’s obvious what you want. 

“What do you want from me?” Lando continues to ask.

“Everything.”

The elevator doors open. Lando quickly removes his hand from you and places himself in front of you, giving you the time to pull down your dress. He notices that this is his floor. Thank god there’s no one standing here. He grabs your hand and pulls you with him towards his apartment. 

In only a minute or less you’re laying on Lando his bed. All of your clothes are scattered around the bed. Lando is undressing himself slowly while he looks at you. This feels like a dream for him, he can’t stop himself from wondering when he will wake up. He wants to fuck you, but he also thinks about what he still needs to tell you. He doubts about his next actions. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask him. 

Lando doesn’t reply. He presses his lips against yours. You let out a soft surprised gasp. Lando uses that to slide in his tongue. Before you realize it you’re properly making out with Lando. His hands are roaming on your body in the mean time. You’re just playing with his hair. 

When Lando disconnects his lips from yours, he feels the need to explain himself. 

“I needed distance because I like you,” he confesses, “I couldn’t function around you anymore.” 

You let out a soft chuckle. Lando sends you a confused look. 

“We should have talked way earlier,” you say, “because I have the exact same problem.” 

Lando is quick to reconnect his lips with yours. He lines up his dick in front of your entrance. When he gives you one more look, you nod at him. That’s when he enters you. You feel filled up within seconds. Lando is thrusting in and out of you with a fast pace. 

+++

“So, let’s go on a date tomorrow?” Lando asks you after removing himself from you. 

You let out another chuckle, “Let’s do that.” 

“Maybe I can call you my girlfriend after that?” Lando asks further.

“Maybe you can already call me your girlfriend.”

Lando shows you a smile before pressing his lips against yours again. 

#lando norris #lando norris one shot #lando norris imagine #lando norris smut #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris fanfic #f1 #formula one #ln4 #lando norris x y/n

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The Heart Wants What It Wants || Jamie Tartt

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x Y/N where Y/N works at AFC Richmond || I used she/her pronouns, but there is no actual physical description, so the pronouns can be switched with whatever anyone wants or prefers!

Characters: Jamie Tartt; Keeley Jones and Rebecca Welton (Y/N's best friends); Sam Obisanya, Isaac McAdoo, Colin Hughes and Dani Rojas (Jamie's support team); Roy (being his usual grumpy self).

Summary: when Y/N goes into Rebecca's office to have her usual morning chat with her best friends, she doesn't expect it to result in a very messy confession from her crush.

Warnings: bad language, like a lot. slight sexual harassment. Roy being harsh with Jamie. Jamie being all over the place with his feelings. fluff, a lot of pining and crushing. just bad writing, really.

WC: 8355 (it's kinda long, I know... but I didn't know where to stop! sorry!)

A/N: This is my first time writing for JAmie or any Ted Lasso character in general. I hadn't written anything in months, and I guess it shows. but I was so sad that there weren't enough Jamie fics on here that I thought I could just write one of my own. hopefully people like it! I'm in the middle of my exam session, but if you have any requests or suggestions, feel free to write me!

this gif is completely unrelated, i just love phil dunstan

“Come in” Rebecca’s voice was clear and loud as always, even through the closed door. As you walked in, you took in the smell of hot tea permeating the door – definitely something you could always count on.

You greeted both Rebecca and Keeley, before plopping down on the sofa right in front of the big windows looking out onto the field. You looked out for a moment, noticing the team making their way outside to finally begin practice. You had been working at AFC Richmond for almost a year now, all thanks to Miss Keeley fucking Jones, obviously. Ever since you first day there, everyone had immediately started treating you as if you had always been part of the family, especially Rebecca. “If Keeley likes you so much, it must definitely mean something.” That was her excuse when she invited you out for drinks with the two of them on the second day. “Also, there’s only so many women working at AFC Richmond, we have to stick together, don’t we?” And the rest was history, as some author would say. Even the team had liked you since the get-go. Some more than others. There should be a disclaimer here: you had never cared for football, in any of its forms. But Keeley had been so persuading, making the job sound like a party. And she wasn’t lying. Being with the team was more fun than you could have ever imagined. Yes, some of them were self-centred, and some were self-centred pricks, even. But somehow, you had taken a liking to all of them. And now, after an entire year of working there, you knew them so well that she could even make out who was who all the way from Rebecca’s office.

You were so lost in your own thoughts, that when Keeley talked, you almost jumped out of her seat. “Babes, is everything alright?” Her voice was kind as always. “You seem off today.”

“Everything is fine.” You fixed yourself, turning around so to face both of your friends.

You smiled, or rather you forced yourself to make your smile feel as real as possible. But when you met Rebecca’s gaze you froze. She was holding one of those shortbread biscuits that Ted brought her in every morning and that you only had the pleasure to taste once and, well, you completely understood why Rebecca loved them so much. “I call bullshit.”

“What?”

“I said I call bullshit.” The woman put the last remaining bit of biscuit in the small, pink cardboard box, as to save it for later, and then made her way on the couch with you and Keeley. “You have been off for, well, quite a few days now. And I love that you’re an independent woman and everything, but Keeley and I are your friends. Actually, I would like to believe that we are your best friends. We care for you and we would very much appreciate it if you would trust us enough to come to us with your problems and thoughts.”

“Yeah, babes. You know we’re always here for you.” Keeley moved closer to you and leaned against the back of the couch.

You sighed, burying your face in your hands. You had wanted to talk with them for a while now, but you were always too afraid they wouldn’t care about it, or you were too embarrassed about how they might react to it. But this time it was them that asked you to tell them. And they seemed truly interested in knowing what was going on in your mind.

“Chop, chop, out with it.” Rebecca let her heels fall to the ground and set herself comfortably in the corner of the couch. Yeah, well, as comfortable as that extremely fitted pencil skirt gave her permission to.

You bit your lip for a moment, gathering all the courage you had. “It’s stupid, really.” You tried to laugh it off, hoping that they would just let it go.

But they didn’t. “It’s not stupid if it’s making you feel like this.” Keeley said, putting a hand on yours.

“Fine.” You sighed, looking off in front of you. “I think I may have feelings for Jamie.” You blurted out as quickly as you could.

“Our Jamie? Like, Jamie Tartt?” Keeley asked.

“I know it’s stupid. I shouldn’t like him, right? I know you think it’s stupid. I know you think he’s a prick, and you’re not wrong. I know that he’s a prick. Fuck, that makes me hate myself even more. How could I like a prick? Well, he had changed a bit, and now he-s a bit less of a prick. But still, he’s Jamie fucking Tartt, he’s probably one of the hottest footballers out there, in any way possible. He could fucking have whoever he wanted. Hell, he could have a fucking model. I’m sure he had model. He had you, Keels. And I’m just me. I fucking hate that I’m feeling this.” You started rambling on aimlessly, putting out there in only a few seconds all the fears and insecurities you had been holding in for the past who knows how long.

“Hey, love. Just, wait a minute.” Rebecca’s voice broke your train of thoughts, thankfully just in time, or who knows where you could’ve ended. “Let’s just calm down a moment, okay?”

“It’s just-” You sighed. “I hate that I’m feeling these feelings. I don’t want to feel them. Not for him. I don-t want to be his latest conquest that he’s going to move on from and forget as soon as he finds someone more interesting. I don’t want this. But I can’t help it. I… Fuck, I feel like I’m back in middle school. Shit, shit, shit. How old am I? 12? No, I’m not. I’m 25 years old, for fuck’s sake. I should fall for proper man. Not people like him.” Your eyes filled up with tears, which you tried to hide as best as you could, even though you knew that the other two would notice them, nonetheless.

And they did. Rebecca and Keeley shared a quick glance, before sliding even closer to you, both immediately wrapping their arms around your figure. “Listen, babes. You said it yourself. I’ve been with Jamie, and he was in his top prick form back then. Now he’s… he’s changing. I don’t know if it’s the training with Roy or if it’s Ted finally rubbing off on him, but he’s no longer the dickhead I dumped almost two years ago.”

“She’s right. He has changed.” Rebecca agreed with Keeley. “Also, you cannot tell your heart what it should and shouldn’t feel. It will only cause you more pain, and we definitely don’t want that.” The woman had this motherly instinct that you had always loved. She always knew what to say to make you feel better, or at least less shitty about yourself. “And remember, you could never do worse than me. I was married to the king of the shitheads.” She added, which made both you and Keeley laugh.

“Okay, let’s do this.” Keeley got up and ran to the door, only to lock it and run back to the couch. “If it’s alright with Rebecca, we’re going to take the morning off to talk, just the three of us.”

“Sounds perfect to me. I really didn’t have much to do anyway.” Rebecca was a great liar. You knew she probably had so many documents to read through and to sign. But she always made time to help you with your problems. And that’s why you loved her so much. “Is that right with you, love?”

You didn’t even need to say anything. You barely nodded, and next thing you knew, the three of you were sitting on the couch with no shoes on, a warm cup of tea each and a big chunky blanket on your legs. You never really thought they would be this open with you. Yes, they had made it clear ever since the beginning that they liked you and that they cared for you. But you had never thought that you could go to them for something like that and they would do all of that for you. But they did.

“Okay, let’s start with one simple question: are you two talking? Or, I don’t know, did you go on a date?” Keeley’s question was very straightforward and made completely sense. However, the answer wasn’t as easy to give.

“Well, we haven’t really gone on like a proper date. But we did spend quite a lot of time together last week.” You looked at the other two and you could feel them asking for more information with just their eyes. “It didn’t start as the best of situations…”

------------------------------ FLASHBACK ------------------------------

You didn’t really want to go out that night. It wasn’t really your thing. You usually spent your nights at home, reading a book or watching a movie. Or, if you were lucky, you would go out with Keeley and Rebecca for dinner and drinks, which you loved. What you didn’t love was going out for drinks with people you weren’t as comfortable with. But you had never really learnt how to say no to people, so when your old high school friend – who had moved to America for college and you hadn’t heard from since – messaged you on Instagram, saying that she was back in London for a few days and wanted to go out with you to “catch up”, you couldn’t really bring yourself to decline the offer or make up an excuse. So, you just agreed and made plans to meet up with her in front of a very busy and very fancy place downtown. You hated clubs, especially busy one, but even more you hated going to new places without people you knew. But you knew the girl, in a way. You were really close in high school, so things shouldn’t be too bad, right?

“So, you’re working for a football club! Never thought it would happen!” The girl shouted over the loud music which you were already hating with all your guts. But you just pulled through it.

“Yeah, it’s a good job.” You hated having to raise your voice so much, but it was the least you could do if you wanted to have a conversation with her.

“Do you know any famous footballer?”

“I mean, I know the boys from the team. I suppose they’re famous now. But yeah.”

“Would you introduce me to any of them?”

There it was. You had been talking with her for half an hour and, knowing how she was back in high school, you had been wondering how she hadn’t yet asked you about the guys. A small part of you really wanted to believe that she had changed and that she had stopped sleeping around with guys just because they were hot. But apparently, you were wrong. “Well, it’s complicated. They’re in the middle of the Premier season right now, and most of them are training really hard hoping to be rostered for their national teams. Plus, you’re only going to be in town for a few days, so that wouldn’t really work.”

“I wouldn’t mind moving my flight back for a footballer.” She smirked.

“Maybe next time.” You fake-smiled. “Also, who would want to go out with a football player? Most of them are self-centred assholes who only care about winning.”

“But they are sexy and they have money.”

“But you’re studying law in an ivy league college, you could be the one with money in the relationship.”

“Nah, I don’t really care about that. If a hot guy with money wanted to be with me, I would literally give everything up.” She said, as if that was the most obvious answer. Now you were remembering why you never reached out to her after high school was over.

You spent another half hour listening to her blabbering about something you didn’t really care about. And you could tell that she knew, but didn’t say anything. That was how things had always been between the two of you back in school: she was the popular one, with guys running after her, and her constantly cancelling plans that you two had made to go on a date with a different guy, while you spent your afternoons with the drama club, putting on the next show, to which she was always invited but she never came. It wasn’t all bad. You actually had good times with her. You spent a lot of time over at her house, and you were almost part of her family. But once you were no longer forced to see each other every single day at school, it didn’t take long for you to realise you were completely different. So, you just stopped looking for each other, making plans or going out. That’s why, when the messages stopped coming altogether, it didn’t really hurt you, since you were the first that had started to back out from that friendship. But years had passed and you had really hoped she had grown out of that phase of her life. But you were wrong. People never change, that was what you said to yourself as you were absentmindedly nodding to whatever she was saying now.

“Listen, Y/N, do you mind if I leave you alone here for a moment? There’s a guy over there that has been eyeing me for a while now and, I don’t know, I have this feeling I should go over there.” That was her usual excuse. I have this feeling. As if sexual craving could be described as an actual feeling. But you didn’t care, you actually wouldn’t mind to spend a few minutes by yourself. So, you just told her to go. And she did. Not a single “are you sure you don’t mind” nor an “it will be quick, I promise”. She simply picked all her stuff up and left.

And then you were alone.

You thought about leaving a couple of times, but you thought it would be rude because what would happen if she came back and you weren’t there?

So, you just remained seated there, in the small booth, waiting. And waiting. You looked around, studying the crowd, and hoping that she would just come back, or at least text you to let you know her intentions for the rest of the night. But that message never came. And you waited there, alone.

Until, after almost twenty minutes, a random man approached you. He had to have been at least 15 years older than you. He was dressed all fancy, a black blazer and jeans, a white shirt with the first couple of buttons left open to show a few sparse grey hairs on his chest, as if that was something that all women found sexy; I mean, who did he think he was? Roy Kent? He walked over to your table and leaned on it to get closer to you. “Is this seat taken?”

The first thing that hit you was the almost nauseating amount of perfume and aftershave, closely followed by the stench of cigarette and alcohol as soon as he opened his mouth. “I’m waiting for a friend.” You replied, hoping that would be enough to send him away.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been sitting here alone for quite some time now.” He smiled, and you wanted to throw up. “And I don’t she’s coming back. She and that boy looked very intimate if you know what I mean.”

That comment sent shivers down your spine. How long had he been looking at you? “I’m waiting for another friend of ours.” You said, hoping that he would buy it.

He moved closer to you. “Let me wait with you. I wouldn’t want to leave such a pretty girl out here on her own.”

You hated when people called you a girl. You were a grown woman, for god’s sake! But you hated it even more when that comment came from creepy old men that were nonchalantly flirting with you.

“They should be here any minute now.” You replied quickly. “And I actually prefer to sit alone.”

“Nonsense! Let me keep you company!” He smirked, sliding even closer to you. You were on the verge of tears, feeling this awful sensation in your stomach. You felt like you were going to throw up, and you weren’t sure whether it was because of his terrible taste in perfumes, the horrible stench of smoke, or just his presence in general. You wanted to just get up and get away, but it was as if your legs had forgotten how to move. You tried to insist, telling him that you were going to meet them outside, but he wouldn’t let you go. He started moving his hand, and you knew that, if you didn’t move, he would put it on your thigh. But, with tears pooling at the corners of your eyes, your body completely froze.

“Y/N!” A voice called your name. You turned around to look at the source. Your vision was hazy from the tears, and the strobe lights weren’t exactly helping you in that moment. “I’m sorry I’m late, I couldn’t find a spot to park me car.” He walked over to your table and waited for you to do or say something to sit next to you.

“You’re Jamie fucking Tartt!” The old man exclaimed. “Fuck, man. You’re great! My mates and I don’t really like Richmond, but you’re the best player in the team. You and that Oby- Obe-, you know, the Nigerian guy.”

“Yeah, cheers, man.” Jamie replied, taking a seat next to you. “Now, would you mind leaving us alone?”

“Is she your date?” The man asked, and you could tell that he was confused because why would a star like Jamie Tartt go out with a normal girl like you?

“Do you have a problem?”

“No, no!” The old man finally stood up from the table. “You enjoy her.” He smirked and gave him a wink, before looking at you up and down for the last time and eventually leave.

You finally could feel your body relax again when your attention was caught by Jamie talking. “What a fucking creep.” He shook his head, before finally looking at you. “Are you alright? Did he do anything to you?”

You shook your head. “I think you got here just in time.” You smiled at him, almost feeling guilty for probably having ruined his night.

“Were you here alone?”

“Well, not really. I was here with a friend but she left with a guy.” You stopped, quickly looking around. “But I don’t think she’s coming back.”

“Some kind of friend.” He sighed, still looking at you, as if he were studying you, trying to understand if everything was truly okay, trying to assess the situation. “Do you want to leave?”

“What?”

“I said, do you want to go out, maybe grab a bite?” He raised his voice, thinking that you might have not heard him over the loud music.

“Don’t worry, I’m okay. You can go back to your evening if you want. I’m fine, I swear.”

“I was here on me own.”

“You go to clubs alone?”

“Well, yeah.” He looked at you for a moment. “Listen, really, I don’t have anything to do here. And in any case, I would much rather spend time with you. So, if you want to leave and do something actually funny instead of waiting for some shitty friend to hopefully come back, then count me in.”

------------------------- END OF FLASHBACK -------------------------

“Did you go with him?” Keeley asked, looking at you as if she was watching the latest episode of a soap opera, completely hooked up to the story.

“We spent the entire night together.” You said shyly.

“Doing what?” You had never seen Rebecca so shocked and interested in a story in a while.

“We ate in a chicken shop; we stayed there talking for a while and then we took a walk.”

“How long did you stay out for?”

You could feel both Keeley’s and Rebecca’s eyes on you, demanding an answer, wanting to know more, to know everything. “Well, we took the sunrise as our cue to go home.”

“Babes! You’re telling me that you stayed up all night talking with Jamie?” Keeley squealed, jumping on her knees. “Like, you found topics to talk about for, what, 7? 8 hours?”

“It wasn’t that difficult. I didn’t even have to force it.”

“What did you talk about?” Asked Rebecca. And all of a sudden, the almost 50-year-old and 30-year-old women in front of you turned back into their high school personas and you almost wanted to laugh at how adorably funny that scene was.

“Well, a bit of everything, you know. Our lives, where we grew up, our favourite things, favourite food, favourite movie, favourite city, the books that have impacted us the most, the cities that we dream of visiting one day. Normal stuff.”

Keeley looked at you, in complete shock. “You talked about books. With Jamie. How?”

“He said that he had noticed I like to read and asked me about my favourite book. I told him and then asked him the same thing. And he told me.” You replied, as if that was obvious. But it was only then that you remember that Keeley had been with Jamie in the past and, if she was that shocked, it must have meant that, when they were together, he didn’t read. Possibly at all.

“Babes, remember when I told you he had changed since I had broken up with him, right? Well, that’s an understatement. When we were together, it was fun, but we didn’t really talk about that kind of stuff. He was much more superficial. I don’t think he never really asked me what my favourite food was. And the fact that he was taking an interest in all of those things about you, well, it definitely means something. I wouldn’t take that for granted.” Hearing Keeley, someone you trusted with all of your heart, someone you loved and looked up to, someone that truly knew who you were talking about, saying all of those things, made you feel things. You didn’t know what those things meant, but they were things you hadn’t felt in a long time. And for the first time in days, you were finally accepting the idea of having feelings for Jamie Tartt.

After a few moments of silence, Rebecca asked you “Was that the only time you spent time together?”

“Well, no. I mean, we’ve been talking basically every single day. He sends me a good morning text almost every day, and we talk a lot at night. Sometimes he calls me.”

“Okay, okay. That’s good.” Rebecca said, almost as if she was an investigator gather all the evidence. “But you didn’t answer my question: did you go out another time?”

You immediately felt heat rising to your cheeks. “We didn’t really go out.” You looked at the two women in silence for a moment. “Last night he… ehm… he showed up to my place.”

“What?” They both almost screamed at the same time.

------------------------------ FLASHBACK ------------------------------

You had just finished putting on your pyjamas after a long warm shower. You still had to decide what you wanted to eat, something you always dreaded because, as much as you loved cooking, you hated preparing food for one. You started making your way down the stairs and to the kitchen when your doorbell rang. You weren’t really expecting anyone, so the sound left you confused. You looked through the peephole before even saying anything, so that if it was someone you didn’t know, you could jut pretend you weren’t at home. But, when you looked through it, you were surprised to see Jamie standing right outside of your door.

You immediately took a look at yourself in the mirror right beside the door, trying to make yourself look at least presentable, before finally opening the door. When Jamie’s entire figure came into view, you noticed the food boxes in his hands. “Jamie?”

“Hi, Y/N! Ehm, I’m sorry to barge in on you like this but… ehm… I thought we could spend some time together, you know?” Was Jamie blushing?

You stood there, a soft smile on your lips, looking at the man in front of you. “Sure.” You giggled, moving to open the door even more, as a way to let him in.

“I’m sorry, I should have texted or called. That was stupid. If you’re busy I can just-”

You cut him off. “Jamie. I’m not busy. You can come in. I just wasn’t expecting visitors, so the house is, well, it’s not tidy.” You take a step forward to take some of the boxes off of him. “What’s with all of this food? Did you rob a supermarket?” You laughed, nodding your head as a sign for him to follow you, before making your way to the kitchen.

“No!” He laughed, and suddenly you felt this weird sensation in your stomach. “I didn’t know what you were craving and so I got everything that you told me you liked.” He said, while putting the boxes on the counter. “I got us a pizza to share, because you said you’re not a huge fan, but that you like to eat it while watching movies. I also got us kebabs because they’re always good, and sushi because why not. Oh, and I also got us those spicy Korean rice thingies that you said you love so much. What’s their name? Tee- To-”

You laughed as he struggled to say the word. “Tteokbokki.”

“Yeah, those.” He smiled, putting his hands on his sides.

“Just a question.” You walked around the kitchen gathering cutlery and plates to eat. “How many people did you think were going to be here? There’s enough food to feed an army.”

He looked at you and then the food, before bursting out laughing. “I told you! I didn’t know what you were craving. And I wanted to do something nice for you, but I overdid it.”

You put the plates on the counter and turned to look at him. “It’s okay, I appreciate it anyways.” You smiled. “But why would you wanted to do this for me? It’s not my birthday or anything.”

“I just… I had a very good time with you the other night.” Was Jamie blushing? Again? “And I was really in the mood to watch a good movie. So, who better than you to watch it with.”

You smiled, trying to hide the blushing coming onto your cheeks as well by turning your attention to the food on the counter. “Did you have a movie in mind?” You asked, while putting the different foods on the plates.

“You said that you really like Dead Poets Society, right? And that you think everyone should watch it at least once in their lifetime, right? So, I thought, since I’ve never seen it, we could, I don’t know, watch it together. If you want to, obviously.” He waited for you to plate the food to pick a couple of plates up and follow you into the living room.

“That actually sounds like a perfect plan, Mr Tartt.” You smiled, while taking a seat on the couch, waiting for him to join you.

------------------------- END OF FLASHBACK -------------------------

“Fucking hell, that’s adorable!” Keeley exclaimed. “He never did that for me! When he showed up uninvited, it was usually because he wanted to have sex.”

“Well, this is good!” Rebecca joined in. “He has changed. He listened to what you told him, he remembered your favourite food and your favourite movie. And before you say something like ‘but that’s not a big dead!’, yes it fucking is. It is a huge deal. Men aren’t always reliable. Rupert never was, at least. I vividly remember telling him my favourite drink at least a dozen times. And every single time he would get me something completely different. At the beginning I was too afraid to say anything, so I just drank it. But then I started to speak up. And still, he didn’t remember.”

“Yeah, okay, but him remembering that I like pizza only when watching movie doesn’t mean he feels anything for me.” You said, throwing your head back.

“I’m sorry, babes, didn’t you say that he told you that he wanted to spend time with you?” Keeley asked. “You said it yourself: he came to your place with all the food you had told him you liked and suggested to watch your favourite movie together because he had had a good time with you and wanted to do that again.”

“He decided to spend time with you rather than going out with other people or spend the night texting some random girl on dating apps.” Added Rebecca. “He chose to be with you.”

“I suppose you’re right.” You sighed. “I still don’t think he has feelings for me, though.”

“Whatever, babes.” Keeley took a sip out of her mug, before refocusing on you. “What happened next? Did you watch the movie?”

“Yes, we did.” You smiled at the memory. “He got emotional at the end. I’m not saying that he cried, but he definitely had glossy eyes by the time of the ‘O Captain, my Captain’ scene.”

“Which means he feels comfortable enough to show his emotions in front of you.” Rebecca noted. “And what happened next? Did he leave or did you spend another night talking?” She smirked, trying to make fun of you in a friendly way, almost mom-like.

“Well, he stayed a while longer.” You looked at the two women. “We talked a little about the movie, he told me what he thought of it, we discussed a little about why I thought it is a very important and still relevant movie, and he agreed with me. At first, I have to be honest, I thought he was just agreeing with me to not make me feel bad. But then he added to my argument and I stood corrected. He had truly understood the point of the movie and of my thoughts. For the first time in, gosh, I don’t even know how long, I felt seen, listened and understood by someone that wasn’t you two or Sam.”

Keeley brought a hand to her chest. “I have conflicted feelings because, by the way you’re talking, I want to tell you to just run out of here and into this man’s arms; but at the same time, every now and then, I remember you’re talking about Jamie, and it feels so weird because he’s so different from what I remember him to be like.” She explained. “Which is good, but kind of unsettling.”

Rebecca nodded along with what Keeley said, before eventually turning once again to face you. “What happened after you talked?”

“We decided to watch Modern Family, you know, to cheer ourselves up after the movie.”

“And?” Asked in unison the two women.

“And nothing.”

“I call bullshit.” Said Rebecca.

“Agreed.” Added Keeley. “What aren’t you telling us?”

“Nothing!”

“That’s not true!” They once again spoke in unison, which was starting to become quite weird.

“Nothing happened. We just… fell asleep.” You almost murmured those last words, almost too scared to say it out loud in front of them.

“I’m sorry, what?” Asked Rebecca, who had obviously heard and just wanted you to say it again out loud.

“We fell asleep!” You shouted. And you were so glad that Rebecca’s office was so high up and far from others. “As we were watching the show, he started leaning into me. At first, he laid his head on my shoulder, and then, somehow, we ended up with his head in my lap and my hands in his hair.” You could feel your cheeks burning up.

The two women shared a quick look, before turning back to you, huge smiles on their faces. “When did he fall asleep?” Asked Keeley.

“I don’t know.” You looked down at your own hands. “I fell asleep as well. I don’t know how or when, but when I woke up, it was like 3 in the morning, and we were lying on the couch. He had his head on my stomach and an arm draped over my waists.”

“What did you do?”

“Nothing.” You were fidgeting with your bracelet, too embarrassed to look up and meet your friends’ eyes. “I didn’t do anything. I didn’t want to do anything. I didn’t want him to go away.” For some reason your eyes started filling up with tears.

“Hey, babes. It’s all right.”

“No, it’s not!” You almost shouted, tears finally falling down your face. “It’s not fucking okay. I hate feeling like this.”

“Love, hey, just… wait a second. Take a deep breath.” Rebecca moved closer and wrapped her arms around you. “Why do you hate it?”

“I don’t know. I’m feeling all these things for someone that doesn’t even like me back.”

“You don’t know that, Y/N.” Keeley moved closer as well, taking your hand in hers and leaning her head against yours. “I mean, you’re the coolest person I know, you’re fucking smart and interesting, and you’re fit as fuck. I think most of the team has at least a tiny crush on you.” She smiled, hoping to cheer you up. But that didn’t work.

“Listen, love.” Rebecca squeezed you, before pulling away slightly. “As that song says, the heart wants what it wants. I know feeling like this is terrible, but there’s only one thing that you can really do, and that’s talking to him.”

“But what if he says that he was just being a good friend? What if I misread every single thing he has done and said to me up until now?”

“And what if you haven’t?” Keeley asked. “Finding you at that club was completely random, pure luck. But he then chose to spend the entire night with you. Just like he chose to send you a good morning text every single day, and he chose to come and spend the evening with you. Also, I’m almost 100% sure that he woke up as well during the night, but didn’t say anything because he didn’t want to go, just like you didn’t want him to leave.” Keeley brushed a rogue strand of hair out of your face. “I know it’s hard, but you have to act.”

“But I’m scared.”

“Which means that you care.” Rebecca smiled. “You care about him and about your relationship.”

You looked at the two women in silence for a few moments. You wanted to cry, and you wanted to scream. You wanted to run out of there and straight to Jamie. You wanted to hug Keeley and Rebecca ad tell them how much you loved them. But all you could do in that moment was smile and be glad for the wonderful friends you had. “So, I should go and talk to him?”

“Yes.” Keeley smiled.

“And you should do it right now.” Said Rebecca, standing up from the couch. “The team is going back inside, which could be a good moment for you to swoop in and talk with Jamie.” She seamlessly slipped back in her high heels and fixed her blouse. “And if anyone has anything to say about it, they will have to come to me. I’m the owner of this club, after all.” She winked.

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The team had just made their way to the changing room, ready to hear Roy giving them “pointers”, or rather making sure they knew every little thing they had done wrong. But Jamie didn’t really care about that. Jamie knew that he had played like shit, but he couldn’t help it. His head was someplace else.

“Oi, Tartt!” Roy’s voice echoed in the room, and everyone’s head turned to look at the man sitting in front of his changing station. “What the fuck were you thinking, uh? You fucked all the assists. The team was constantly looking for you, and you were nowhere to be found!”

Jamie’s eyes remained low on the ground. “’m sorry, coach.” His voice was soft. “I’ll do better next time.”

His teammates couldn’t believe what they were seeing. Somehow, in the span of 24 hours, Jamie had lost all of his confidence. They looked at him and almost couldn’t recognise him. And the worst past was that no one really knew what to do with him, how to talk to him, how to cheer him up. Because that’s the thing with teams: you’re a family, you’re all extremely close, but you’re still a bunch of men that don’t know how to handle emotions and how to talk about their feelings. So, they just bottle everything up and hope that, sooner or later, it will just go away.

But right now, looking at Jamie, Sam felt compelled by something to just stand up and walk over to him, to say something. “Is everything all right?”

Sam’s voice startled Jamie, who was so deep in his thoughts he had almost forgotten he was at the clubhouse. “Uh?” Jamie looked up and was met by Sam’s concerned look. “No, yeah, everything is fine.”

“It don’t look like it, bruv.” Isaac joined in the conversation.

Sam took a seat next to Jamie. “You don’t have to talk to us about whatever is on your mind. We’re not going to force you. Just know that we’re here for you.”

“Sì, muchacho. We’re a familia.” Dani and Colin walked over as well, almost forming a barrier between him and the rest of the room, creating a safe space for him.

No one said anything for a few moments, most of them unsure of how to act, of what to say to him. They wanted to ask him, to help him, but they had no idea how. So, they all remained quiet, until Jamie broke the silence. “I feel so stupid.” Jamie’s voice was low. “I… I feel like a middle schooler.”

“What do you mean?” Colin asked.

Sam immediately turned to look at Jamie. “Did something happen with your dad?” And Jamie could feel the worry in Sam’s voice.

“No, no, I haven’t talked with me dad since Wembley.” He shook his head, rubbing his face. “No, I… You’re going to laugh…” He looked up, but all he saw was seriously interested faces, the faces of friends that were genuinely concerned for him. “I have a crush…” He almost whispered, but it was still loud enough for them to hear. They all shared a quick look amongst themselves, before turning to look again at the man sitting before them. “I feel so stupid because, usually, I have all this confidence with women, right? I’m so sure about me self that I don’t worry about the possibility of a rejection. It doesn’t affect me, usually…”

Sam nodded along with everything that Jamie said, as if he could relate to every little detail. “But with this woman in particular, you’re scared.”

Isaac asked the question that everyone wanted to ask. “Who is this woman?”

Jamie looked up from the ground, meeting everyone’s eyes. He could tell that his friends wanted to help him, but something was stopping him, almost too afraid to admit he had feelings for her, too scared that they would laugh in his face and say that she deserved better than him.

“Muchacho, you’re a beautiful man, and every woman would be lucky to be with you.” Dani always had this way of talking that could give confidence even to the shiest and most introverted person in the world.

“No, you don’t understand. This woman is different from the others.” He sighed. “She’s not a top model or an aspiring actress that wants to be with me because I’m famous. She’s… she’s different.” Jamie started fidgeting with the ends of his shoelaces. “And I’m different. I’m not the same person I was two years ago, I know that. And I think that’s why I’m so scared. Like, what if she doesn’t like me? What if she still thinks I’m a prick? Uh?”

“Listen, boyo. You said it yourself; you have changed. And if this woman doesn’t like your new you, then too bad for her.” Colin took a seat next to Jamie, opposite to Sam. “But if you truly like her, you should tell her. Don’t let your fear get in the way of your happiness, okay?”

“Yeah, like Selena Gomez said in her song, the heart wants what it wants.” Smiled Dani.

Jamie looked at those people around him, and for a moment he felt all the guilt for how he had treated them two years before rise to the top. Did they forget everything he had done to them? Did they forget how bad he had made them feel? He had treated them so poorly, and yet, now they were there, next to him, showing care and interest in how he was feeling. “Thank you, boys.” He smiled softly.

“You know we’re here.” Sam smiled, giving him a small push with the shoulder. “We’re family.”

“Yeah, bruv.” Isaac added. “But are you going to tell us who this woman is or not?”

However, their conversation was cut short by the door to the changing room opening, and Y/N walking in, looking around, clearly searching for someone. And that was when the boys realised Jamie didn’t need to tell them anything, because as soon as he saw her, he stood up. He fixed his hair and immediately took a step forward. None of them said anything. They just remained quiet and watched the scene unfold in front of their eyes.

“Jamie.” You smile once you finally met his eyes.

“Y/N” He replied, softly, taking another step towards her.

“Do you… do you think we could talk for a moment? Alone?” She said quietly, but the silence in the room made it extremely complicated for her not to be heard by everyone.

Jamie nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

You smiled, turning around to exit the changing room. Jamie took a deep breath, turning quickly to look at the four guys standing a few steps away from him. He nodded to them, and they nodded to him in return, as a way to say ‘you got this’ or ‘go get her’. So, he took one more deep breath, and followed her outside.

Once he stepped into the corridor, he noticed Keeley and Rebecca standing in the middle of it, looking at the two of them. Keeley smiled, which gave Jamie a boost of confidence, Whereas Rebecca was looking at him in such an intimidating way that immediately sent shivers running down his spine. He knew they were there for you, and he knew how much they cared for you, so it wasn’t difficult for him to understand what Rebecca’s gaze meant: ‘break her heart and I’ll break you’.

He greeted the two women with a quick nod, before realising you were still walking down the corridor. “Wait up, Y/N!” He said, jogging after you. “Where are we going?”

“Boot room. It’s the quietest place in here.” You looked at him, noticing his expression, as if he wanted to say something. “I already asked Will to leave us alone in there.” You replied, quickly grabbing him by his hand and pulling him through the doorway.

“You always think about everything.” He chuckled, getting into the room. He never really understood when or how that room had become like a sort of therapy room for the team, where most of them went when they needed to get something off of their chest or just be alone, but couldn’t leave the clubhouse. That place stank like hell. But he was glad nonetheless for the privacy. “You had your supporters with you as well, uh?” He smiled.

“Yeah.” You laughed under your breath. “They are actually the ones that forced me to come and talk to you.”

“Should I be scared, then?”

“No! No.” You shake your head. “I don’t think so.” You started pacing around the room, trying to give order to all the things you had in your head at the moment.

“Is everything alright?” Jamie looked at you, slightly worried.

You looked at him, taking a deep breath. “Yes.” You nodded. “Just give me a moment because I haven’t really thought about what I want to say to you. Or rather, how I want to say it to you.”

Jamie nodded, taking a step towards you and catching your hand before you stepped away again. “Do you mind if I go first, then?”

You looked at him, surprise painted all over your face. You didn’t know what to say, so you simply nodded, waiting for him to talk.

“Okay, so, first of all, I wanted to tell you that last night was… well, I really enjoyed spending time with you, and I really wish we could do it more often.” He smiled, squeezing your hand as a way to catch your attention. “And then to the difficult part... Okay. The boys told me to just be me self. But it’s difficult, you know? Because, like, I am always me self, but when I’m with you, I’m different from how I am with the others. Not in the sense that I’m not truly me self, but in the sense that, when I’m with you, I’m me self even more than usual.” He stopped, looking down. “Sorry, I didn’t really have anything prepared either.” He chuckles.

You couldn’t help but smile. “Go on, you’re doing great.” You said, trying to look at him in the eyes.

“What I’m trying to say is that when I’m with you, I feel like I’m truly me self. Like I’m the most authentic version of me. And I like it. I want to be like that always. But I feel like I can only be like that when I’m with you.” He looks at you. “I lied before. I don’t want to be with you more often.” You stopped and looked at him completely confused. “I want to be with you as much as I can. I want to be with you every fucking day.” You giggled, feeling the blood rushing up your neck and to your cheeks. “I want to make lunch for you. Well, no, okay. I want to learn how to make lunch for you. I want to take you out to dinner. And I also want to order in and watch a movie on a couch like we did last night. I want you to play with me hair because, fuck, that’s the most relaxing shit ever.” You bit your bottom lip, trying to contain all the happiness that you were feeling in that moment. “I want to go out with our friends and be able to show you off. I want to hold your hand as we walk down the street.”

“Jamie…”

“Wait a second.” He interrupted you, pulling you even closer. “I want you to wear my jersey at matches. And to cheer for me. And I want to kiss you whenever we win a match. In front of everyone. I want to go out and celebrate with the team, and while we’re there, I want to hold you close while we talk with them, and then be able to just walk home together and celebrate just the two of us. And I don’t mean have sex. I mean, that would be fun, but I meant like having a party just the two of us. Drinking, and dancing and laughing. Or we don’t have to go home, and we can just walk around town all night, like we did that time.” He became all serious all of a sudden. “I want to be able to protect you from creepy old men. Actually, no. That wouldn’t be necessary because you would never need to go out by yourself ever again.”

“Jamie, I…”

“Wait, I’m not done.” He interrupted you once more. “I want to be able to sleep over at your place and you over at mine. I want us to buy toothbrushes to leave at the other’s house. I want to wake up next to you like we did today, but I want that every single day. I want to have me clothes at your place and your clothes at mine. I want to drive Roy mad by telling him last minute that I’m sleeping over at your place, so he has to come all the way there. And after I’m done training with him, I want to stop at a cafe as I get back home and I want to buy your favourite latte, so that you can wake up to the smell of warm coffee every day.”

“Jamie!” You shouted, trying to stop him from talking.

“What?”

“Just-” Your hands found their way to the back of his head, as your eyes remained fixed on his. “Just kiss me, will you?” You laughed, before pulling him down towards you.

When your lips finally crashed against one another, you could feel the tension you had been holding in your stomach finally releasing. You pushed yourself on your tiptoes, as Jamie’s hands slowly and softly found their resting place on the small of your back, helping you up, and pulling you closer to his chest. Your hands played with his hair, and in that moment, you were sure he could feel your heart beating like crazy in your chest.

“So…” He whisper while pulling slightly away, only to press his forehead against yours. “Did you want to say something?”

You kept your eyes closed, too afraid to open them and realise that it was only just a dream. “I think you said everything.” You chuckled, trying to get some air back in your lungs.

“Well, if you wanted to say something…”

“Jamie.”

“What?”

“I love you.”

A/N: sorry, this was so long! so, if you read it all the way through, then thank you! please, feel free to leave me any kind of feedback and don't forget to send me suggestions or requests if you have them! thank you again! ily <3

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fic #jamie tartt #ted lasso

[vampsquerade]

CAN YOU PLEASE GIVE US HARD DOM KÖNIG WITH A FEMALE READER i just need that big hunk of man meat to dominate me- dies

DOM KÖNIG YES I LIVE FOR DOM KÖNIG SO FUCKING MUCH UGHHHH I WANT HIM TO CRUSH MY HEAD WITH HIS THIGHS AND BICEPS UGHHHAVBAHSHSH THANKS ANON I KINDA WENT WILD WITH IT

(also pls forgive there might be some annoying mistranslations istg i’m learning german i promise also sorry for not answering dms and stuff you’re gonna have to give me a minute cause i’m very prone to anxiety after being off my meds for a bit)

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König x Female!Reader: Royalty’s Cruelty

Trigger Warnings: NSFW, smut, rough sex, dom!könig, sub!reader, spanking, bondage, fingering, orgasm denial, degradation, asphyxiation, aftercare

Wanton and loud cries of pleasure for your beloved military boyfriend fell from your lips each and every time his large, callous hands came into contact with the skin of your ass. “I thought I warned you about what would happen if you teased me while I was on a mission—you know damn well you deserve this kind of punishment.” König scolds venomously, pure malice and sadism dripping as he speaks. “I-I’m sorry!” you cry out as his hand smacks loudly against your skin once more. “Halt deine Hurenmaul! I don’t want to hear you telling me you’re sorry!” He commands. Tears stream down your face pathetically, whimpering in pain as he stops momentarily. “The very knee you’re bent over is the same one I use to kill my enemies—do you want to hear just how exactly it is that I do it?” he says coldly.

“H-Hah…~ What do you do to them with this knee..?” you ask softly, not wanting to further incur his wrath. König’s hand then tightly grips at your flesh with the strength of a hawk’s talons, making your severely sore ass sting even more. A sob emits from you, turning your head slightly so you can look up at him, “I snap their spines and necks on here…I even go so far as to cave their heads in…” He says in a chilling tone, chuckling darkly. His eyes are shrouded with the mists of sadism, relishing in the sight of you pathetically bent over his knee. “Now tell me—just because you’re my cute little liebling, do you think I should offer any semblance of mercy to you? Do you think you really deserve it even after I warned you?”

You hesitate on what to say, swallowing your saliva hard. Your mind is racing as you try and get a hold of yourself as you hear just how evil König’s voice sounded. “Don’t make me impatient, liebling. Your punishment is just starting and you know how much I hate wasting my time.” König warns. Body tensing in anticipation, you just nod, “N-No…not even I deserve your mercy…I willingly put myself into this position…” You whimper softly, yelping loudly once he begins to fondle your flesh. “Good girl—not even my liebling deserves my mercy…” König says. His hand then travels off your ass and to your dripping cunt, gently stroking his hand from your clit down to your core that twitches with each and every movement.

“Mmpf..!~ König…~” you moan softly, not even able to hold yourself back. “I don’t think I gave you permission to speak. Not a single sound is to fall from those whorish lips of yours—you don’t want it to get worse.” König seethes. He then fully pulls your panties down and discards them somewhere across the floor, his gloved fingers then letting go of your ass and continuing to tease your dripping cunt. You bite your lip and smack your hand over your mouth, letting his large gloved fingers continue its work against your clit. “Unless that’s exactly what you want…” König whispers. You can hear the sickeningly malicious chill in his voice before he speaks again, “Want me to show you just how ruthless and unrelenting I can be? Does that thought excite you?”

You hesitate, unsure if you’ve been given permission to speak, so you nod your head sheepishly. Behind his sniper’s hood, you can just see how excited he is about this. You could see the sadistic smile he always gives whenever you misbehave; it’s a pleasantly frightening sight when you get the chance to see it. You practically drip more at the imagination you have, biting your lip harder as you stare up at him. “You do? Mein Gott, you really are a degenerate…to think I'd never imagine seeing someone as sweet and as caring as you to be into this kind of thing…” König breathes, degrading you. His hand then stops what it’s doing, as he brings his fingers up to inspect them. His eyes seemingly squint even more out of pure delight as his sadistic smile only widens.

“But yet here you are—bent over my knee and getting wet at the thought of me absolutely ravaging you…proving me wrong to think you would never be so depraved…” He chuckles, licking his gloves clean, “Such a naughty, naughty girl…” König then pulls his glove off with his sharp teeth after bringing it under his hood. He then spits it out of his mouth, and puts his hand back in between your legs. Now feeling his warm hand right up against you instead of the gloves, it makes you shiver at the sensation of skin touching skin. You try to moan as his middle finger strokes up and down your even wetter cunt, eyes screwing shut to focus on keeping yourself quiet as his finger drags itself up and down. “So wet…You have no idea just how addictive it is to watch you squirm and try to keep yourself quiet.” König purrs.

His middle finger soon dips inside of you and you can’t help but clench around him. Your eyes open wide at the feeling and it just gets harder for you to keep quiet. Agonizingly slow, König begins to pull his finger out before pushing it back into you with enough force to drive you crazy already. Your bottom lip was bleeding from how hard you were biting it, keeping yourself as quiet for as long as you can. You huffed out a puff of air with every other breath each time he teased you, pushing his fingers in a little faster with little effort before slowing back down. The limit was getting closer and closer every single time but right when you were going to reach it you were forcefully pulled away in an aggressive manner. And not even realizing, you had let out a loud whine from your bitten lips behind your mouth.

König stops his fingers after having just added a second one inside of you. The air becomes so thick it’s hard to breathe; either because of that, or because his other hand was gripped tightly around your throat. “Ich habe dich verdammt noch mal gewarnt – jetzt wirst du unter den Konsequenzen leiden, du dreckiger Degenerierter.” König seethes in a tone you had never heard before. Suddenly, you were lifted up by his right hand’s vice grip around your throat before he lightly let you go once you were safely over the mattress. “You had better appreciate me not downright slamming you onto the bed. That’s going to be the only time I’m nice to you tonight—I’ll fuck you until the only thing that’s on your mind is your broken obedience.” König seethes.

The towering man then climbs over you and rips off your bra before pulling you up by the nape of your neck. “Do you really want this? Once we do this,” his striking blue eyes hold bolts of lightning within them as he stares you in the eyes, “you can’t go back ever again,” König warns you. Though it doesn’t sound like it, he seems to be offering one last chance to save yourself from the wrath that’s coming. More intrigued at just what is in store, you decide to just open up Pandora’s Box. “I do…” you mumble. König then lets go of your neck and pushes you back down on the mattress. Sitting atop your abdomen, he unbuckles his belt and removes it from the loops in one swift motion.

He’s quiet and focused, gripping both your wrists tight before putting them between the bars of the headboard. König then tightly wraps his belt around them, “No escape for you, little rabbit—you’re all helpless and exposed for the big hunter. Aren’t you excited?” he asks. Feeling a sense of genuine fear, you can’t help but whimper softly. “Oh, don’t be so scared all of a sudden,” König chuckles, getting off of you to undo the button to his pants as well as his zipper, “you asked for this.” He then lifts your legs up and closes them, pushing them up to your chest. “As much as I’d love to fuck those cute thighs, I’ll settle for what you’ve got right,” König says as he pushes in already, making you cry out for him, “here.” he growls as he forces himself inside you.

You expected it to hurt because of how big he is except this time around, the pain makes you moan loudly. “A-Ah!~” you cry out. “You filthy degenerate…just listen to how loud you’re moaning for me already. Do it some more—let me hear you scream for me.” König demands. His large hands grip your calf and thigh on each of your legs tightly as he pulls himself out just so he’s barely inside of you. He doesn’t even look at you when you stare at him with wide eyes and shaking your head no; he’s purely driven by the desire to show you just how ruthless he can be with you if you misbehave. König disregards your silent pleads before pushing back in. “Mmpf!~” You moan, biting your bottom lip hard for a moment before opening your mouth again.

Each harsh thrust from him gets you a loud groan and growl, as he feels you convulse and quiver beneath him. Your eyes roll back slightly as the pain now completely subsides as the way he thrusts his massive cock in and out of you over and over again. “Tell me…how does it feel, little rabbit?” König asks. You try to look at him, but once the tip of his cock starts hitting your cervix you can’t even respond. He then strikes your thigh hard, forcing you to pay attention, “I thought I fucking asked you a question. “How does it feel, little rabbit?’” he seethes. You cry out, eyes rolling back down to look at him, “Feels so good!~ God—König!~ I already feel so close..~” you moan loudly. “Oh do you now?” König asks before laughing maniacally. His thrusts are no longer as fast as they were, much slower and more forceful.

He built you up so high and forced you back down, making you whimper and whine. “I’m not done with you quite yet. Hold it the fuck in.” König says. You whimper and whine even more now, and König appears to be getting annoyed by it. He then leans forward and as punishment, decides to only lightly grind himself against you before then wrapping a tight hand around your throat. You strain to breathe now, his crushing grip once directed to your legs has now focused on your throat. “Moan like this—I want to watch you writhe and squirm before you lose consciousness.” König says as he continues to grind into you. Even like this he manages to be forceful, his tip still rubbing right up against your cervix. This alongside the vice grip he had on your throat, it was just driving you further into the stars, moaning louder and louder despite rapidly losing consciousness.

Your eyes start to flutter shut as a dark vignette begins to surround the corners of your vision. Before you could pass out, König’s hand comes up and shakes you to make you come back. “Keep your eyes open. Breathe for now before I crush your trachea again.” he threatens. You nod, regaining your breath as best you could before he started again. “Güt?” He asks, his hand creeping up to grip your throat against. “Y-Yes…” you mumble softly. “Louder.” he says as he slowly begins to apply pressure. “Yes!” you exclaim much louder. “You’re very obedient—maybe I should let you see my face, ja? Or do you prefer the sniper’s hood while I’m deep inside you, pounding away at you like you mean absolutely nothing to me?” König asks as he starts choking you again.

“K-Keep it on…” You strain as his hand crushes your trachea. “Filthy whore…” König growls as he starts thrusting into you harder and faster than he was before. You wail and cry out on pleasure, being able to slightly breathe a little better as you do since he wasn’t choking you too hard. That previous build up to an orgasm was coming dangerously close, as you stared pathetically into König’s sharp blue eyes pierced into your own. Behind the sniper’s hood, his jaw was clenched tight as he growled deep within his chest and throat. His breathing was heavy, focused on just finally pushing you over the edge. “Want to cum, little rabbit?” He asks, unrelenting with his thrusts. It seems König was already at the edge himself, and wanted to finally get over it with you.

“Y-Yes! Please…please let me cum, König! I-I promise I won’t misbehave or be disobedient ever again!” you moan loudly as König’s grip on your throat becomes tight once again. “Then cum…cum for me…” König growls softly. As if right at his command, you scream his name so loud that it manages to catch him by surprise. His hips stutter as you start to cling to him tightly and he spills himself deep inside with a soft moan of your name. The two of you stay like this, catching your breath as your bodies seemingly melt into each other now. “Fuck…are you okay..? Did I hurt you too badly? I’m so sorry if I went overboard today…” König apologizes, breaking the silence. Seeing his demeanor change completely like this, it just filled your heart with a warmth you’d always held for him.

“I’m pretty sure I’ll be really sore tomorrow…” you say softly, laughing breathlessly. König’s hands begin to gently caress your legs as he pressed gentle kisses against your calves. He pulls himself out of you slowly, sighing contentedly once he watches a bit of his semen drip out of you. “You did really good today…I’m so proud of you for holding it together…I’m still really sorry if it hurt…do you need water? A massage? I’ll give you anything to make sure the slaps and spanks I gave you earlier…would ice also help?” König suggests, praising you for how well you did. “Maybe a nice shower with my big boyfriend would be much more helpful…I feel so sticky.” you day, laughing softly. “And don’t be worried about hurting me too hard—if it was too much for me, I would’ve used our safe word. You did fine, alright? Don’t feel guilty about it. I love you, and I trust you, König.” You reassure, giving him a pleasant smile.

König nods before then removing his sniper’s hood, tossing it somewhere in your shared room. He puts your legs down to properly kiss you, his hand that once held a crushing grip on your neck now gently and lovingly strokes your cheek. You kiss him back, smiling softly as you bring your own hand up to caress his as he gently holds onto your face. After a bit, he pulls away and peppers your jaw, face, and neck in little kisses. “Ich liebe dich, kleines Kaninchen…” he whispers softly against the crook of your neck. “I love you too…now let’s go take a shower. We can come back and cuddle for as long as we need to,” you say, tilting your head downwards to kiss the top of his head. “O-Okay…I’ll carry you and make sure to hold you up, I don’t want to risk you falling over and getting hurt.” König says, giving you a soft smile.

#cod #cod mw22 #cod mw2 #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2022 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod könig #könig #könig x reader #x reader #x reader smut #cod x reader #cod x reader angst

[that-one-gay-writer1227]

Hi! Good day I hope I'm not bothering you. Can I make a request about a Yan Venti x reader with a breeding kink? Hehehehe

His and Only His

A/N: Thank you so much for this request Anon! Don't worry, you're not bothering me! I actually had a lot of fun writing this request, so if anything your submission made my day a wee bit better! I wasn't sure if you wanted fem, masc, or neutral reader so I went ahead and wrote it as neutral but fem-bodied. I hope you don't mind! Also I apologize for the delay, I've been working on a personal project of mine unrelated to Tumblr lol. This is the first time ive written a yandere fic so i apologize if its not up to par, either way i hope you enjoy.

Summary: A certain bard has been hiding some very vivid feelings for you that are borderline obsessive, and one day he decides he wants to take you home and fill you up after an accidental confession <3

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, manipulative and possessive yandere themes, slight overstimulation, penetrative sex (the reader has a vagina), sub-reader, dom venti, oral giving (reader recieves), pet names (baby, cutie, etc. ), marking kink, !everything in here is fully consensual!

Tagging: @hitomisuzuya hey!!! I thought you might like this one since you also like yan venti fics lol.

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You and Venti met a few months ago in one of mondstat's most renowned taverns, the angel's share, and soon became drinking buddies. Usually, you two would talk about the most random things; your days, assholes you encountered, books you've read, and music.

Once you had mentioned that you were interested in learning how to write poetry venti jumped at the chance. Even started an entire class to teach poetry. Everyone thought it was for the public, but no; it'd be all for you. Everything he was doing was all for you.

He just couldn't stop thinking of you. Your smile, your voice, the way you walk, talk, and breathe.

Archons, from the first night he met you, he knew you just had to be his.

His to hold,

His to love,

His to breed

To be fully honest, he's had non-stop dreams and thoughts of you carrying his children. He's always wanted a family, for centuries he's thought about it. Raising a son or daughter in a life full of music and stories. Everything had started pure and innocent; it could have even been labeled a crush. But the more and more the two of you talked, he just couldn't help how often the thought of you being full of his seed would come to him. Slowly creeping into every one of his waking thoughts until you being fucked so full was the only thing he was concerned with anymore.

So here you are, late at night at angel's share waiting for your favorite bard to join you. It was just after new years, and the breeze was as gentle as ever in the wonderful city of mondstat. You had ordered a drink from diluc, the current bartender for the night and the owner of the place. You ordered a simple drink just to keep yourself company while waiting for Venti to arrive.

As if he had heard your thoughts, the blue-haired tone deaf bard walked in the door, a large grin plastered on his face and his lyre under his left arm. He waved hello to diluc and Jose before he went up the stairs to join you at your usual table. He took a seat in front of you and your half-finished drink. The second floor was nearly empty, leaving only the two of you under the candles aglow.

You smiled brightly at him. "Why hello stranger! fancy seeing you here." You teased making venti chuckle.

"Ehe same to you stranger, I actually came here looking for someone dear to me. Their name is y/n, you haven't seen them have you?" He teased back, locking eyes with you.

You couldn't help but feel your heart flutter a little. although your feelings were not nearly as intense as venti's, you had to admit you had definitely been struck by cupid to some degree. He was someone who intrigued you and made you laugh when no one else could, something you were very happy to have in life.

"I might have heard that name a few times, any more information on this Y/n?" You wanted to keep this going for just a little bit longer to see how much you could bring out. You were beyond curious and honestly the wine you'd had made you tipsy so there was no fear of him discovering your little crush.

This made him smirk. He placed his thumb under his chin and grazed his lips with a sweet slide of his index finger, feigning thought for a moment.

"Well, for starters they have beautiful eyes, as strong as the sea and as free as the seven winds. They have a talent for writing some of the most dazzling poetry! They also blush the same way you are right now, a jaw-dropping red more vibrant than the brightest apples in all of mondstat!" He bit his lip with a slight giggle as you felt your face be lit aglow.

You knew he liked to tease, and that was part of the reason that you developed feelings for him, but how did you not notice how direct it was before? Normally his teasing was simply a nickname, maybe a quick pickup line. But this? This was making your heart jump back and forth in your throat and chest.

"i- well you, i..." You felt the words get caught in your throat. what were you doing? You needed to pull yourself together before things got out of hand. Quickly trying to regain your composure, you'd sputtered a quick sentence, barely audible "Shh... my poetry isn't that good..."

"Well I beg to differ, I think it was stunning. I liked it with my whole heart." Venti was quick to retort. He was really trying to be the end of you tonight huh?

"Well I like you with my whole heart" You were convinced you'd thought. You were shocked to feel that your mouth was open as if you'd just said something. You slapped a hand over your mouth, eyes bugging out. Venti looked at you, blinking a few times before his expression changed.

"What was that songbird? Do you like me?" He teased, leaning forward to pull your hand from your mouth. It took little effort, as he then took his other hand and pulled your chin in his direction, leaning over just a little and glancing down at your lips. "I wanna hear you say it songbird."

Please, don't let this be a dream; you'd think. You weren't sure what you were expecting after accidentally blurting your heart out to your best friend, but this certainly was by far the best possible reaction. You took a quivering breath and uttered, "I...I like you."

Something in his eyes changed, he was still looking at your lips, going back and forth between your eyes and mouth. Now his eyes were glued to your lips, something darker overtaking them. Watching the words leave your tongue, watching the shapes you make when you talk, the melodies dripping out.

"Can I do something crazy?" Venti asked, hushed but confident. Something that sounded a little too perfect not to have been rehearsed. You nodded hesitantly before he leaned in slowly towards you.

You felt his breath tickle your neck softly, there was a pause as you leaned your head to the side giving him more access. you felt like you were on fire. His hand slid from your chin to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. He gave a soft chuckle before locking his lips around your neck.

You couldn't help the gentle mewl that left you when he began sucking on the tender skin. The hand tangled in your hair gently got tighter as his kisses grew hungrier and more passionate.

You felt the heat of the moment jump between your thighs as he climbed over the table quietly. His hunger for you didn't seem to quench as he kissed your neck, it only became stronger. He began biting different spots on your neck, kneading the flesh with his teeth and tongue. It was only when you heard a group of people from downstairs leave that you realized that you both were on display, all it took was someone looking up.

You pushed him off you slightly, making him look at you confused and a little hurt.

"Can we go somewhere private, I don't want everyone to see us up here." his look softened as your words settled with him, he nodded and stood up, grabbing your hand.

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The walk to your home wasn't far. You lived in the capital of mondstat in a small apartment near the inn. It was just more convenient for the sweet bard to keep an eye on you, and to get closer to you. You fumbled your keys, trying to open the door quickly and distractedly.

Venti wrapped his hands around your waist, placing his nose in the crook of your neck, softly breathing you in. His hands squeezed ever so slightly tighter as if to preview what you were in for.

"Absolutely divine..." was all he muttered before a gentle breeze blew past you, opening your door.

You paid the weird phenomenon no mind as you grabbed his hand, leading him inside.

"Please don't mind the mess, I wasn't expecting company." Your shy mumbling was cut off when venti pushed you against the wall, going back to kissing your neck. He grabbed your sides, pulling your flesh against him. You could feel how hard he had grown just from kissing alone.

The sensation of feeling his hands finally being on you, the taste of your skin. It was intoxicating to him. He let his hands travel from your hips to palm the outside of your sex. He could feel how needy you'd grown from his touching. You bucked your hips into his hand as if telling him what you were so desperate for.

"Have patience sweet y/n. You'll get what you're so needy for when it's time." He moved from kissing your neck down, down, and down until he was sitting in front of you on his knees. He looked up at you with slitted and dangerous eyes. something you'd never seen on him before.

He began peppering kisses along the outside of your clothing, barely sending little shocks straight to your core.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this, how long I've wanted to taste you." He pulled the hem of your pants, snapping the band closed. He let out a soft hum and looped his fingers, pulling your pants and undergarments down to his level.

The way his eyes glistened in desire was mesmerizing. He leaned forwards, nuzzling his nose onto the front of your folds, sending a chill down your spine. "Open your legs wide for me, songbird."

You did as told, lifting one leg over his shoulder, the other turned outwards to give him a better angle. He took this invite to slowly and passionately kitten lick everything his tongue would touch.

The room was filled with loud sounds of his mouth working wonders and your earthly moans. You gripped his hair as to take attention from your shaking, damn near faltering legs. you couldn't help the bucks you were making against his face. You loved the way he was moaning against your dripping sex, slurping every last drop you had to offer.

You felt the coil in your stomach growing tighter and tighter as you clenched your thighs around his head. His hands left his sex and under your thighs, pulling you closer and closer until you could only see his eyes peeking from under your flesh. Without warning, your riding became fevered, bucking widely you came all over his mouth.

Without missing a beat he ate every last drop, whining and whimpering at how absolutely amazing you tasted to him. When he was finished, he stood up on wobbly knees, still high from your orgasm, and kissed you sloppily.

You could taste your release on his tongue and the need in his passion. You bit his lip, trying to gain dominance, but you were only met with him sliding his tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch he could find refuge in. You wrapped your hands around his neck as he lifted you up.

With your hips around him, he took you to the couch and laid down on top of him. You kept your legs wrapped around his waist as he ground into you.

"Tell me what you want me to do to you," He commanded, propped up on his elbows above you, still grinding. his breath dancing over your face.

"Archons, please stop....teasing, I ne..need you to fuck me please-" You whimpered quietly feeling your need stronger than ever. You wanted to feel him stretching you, splitting you. His hands gripping your waist as he pounded into you.

He didn't say anything, he only leaned down and kissed you. His lips soft and methodic. He sent one of his hands down to your chest, gently squeezing, making you moan. He took the advantage to explore your mouth yet again. Taking your tongue and gently sucking on it.

You arched your back into his touch as he began taking his clothes off. Slowly, almost tauntingly he exposed more and more of himself.

Eventually, you both were left bare. His beautiful form in front of you. You blushed at what was to come. He spread your legs apart and leaned forward to kiss you again. You wrapped your hands around his neck and his hair as he lined his cock at your entrance.

He reached a hand out and cupped your cheek.

"You are mine. I need to hear you say that you're mine and only mine," He whispered to you. There was lust behind it, but also something more. Almost a desperation for you to reassure him that you weren't anyone else's. He needed to know that he was all you'd ever need.

"I'm yours. Only yours."

That was all he needed. A newfound primal drive pumping through his brain. His click, his trigger, and you just pulled it. He plunged into you. Starting very slowly, watching how he disappeared inside of you.

You arched your back and tightened your legs around his back, making him sink into you faster. He started thrusting his leaking cock into your soaked cunt, making you moan vibrantly.

"I've been dreaming....dreaming of you taking me like this. beg-begging for me not to stop. You wanna be full of my seed? Full of my fucking cum?" You nodded at his question without hesitation, without regard to the fact that there'd be no way out of this if he filled you. "Beg for it....beg for my cum."

But Why would you want to escape?

His hand dipped to your sex, swirling his fingers as he pumped into you. His balls tight and slapping against your ass, he gripped his hand around your flesh tight enough to leave bruises and shot hot strings of cum deep into you. Warmth spread into you as he drilled into you.

Little did you know neither would be getting up for a very long time, I mean, you were his, so it was only natural that he made your neighbors aware of that fact. He had to make sure you took to his seed, that you only remembered how to moan his name.

After all, you were his and only his. Forever and always.

#venti x reader #venti smut #genshin impact #genshin smut #venti x you #venti x yn #reader is not traveller #genshin boys #smut

[romanoffsbish]

Kate Bishop 4 . “I can’t believe that the world had infinite chances to find me a soulmate, and I lucked out and hit the absolute jackpot with you.”

Kate Bishop x Reader

A lil blurb ❤️

Kate simply couldn’t take her eyes off of you, even though her alarm that had gone off thirty minutes ago was an indicator for her to get up and start her day. Clint’s incessant texts went ignored as well. The young archer was busy.

It’d been months since she last got to hold you like this, to feel as your warm breaths fanned across her skin. To intimately cradle your body against her very own without the blanket of sleep keeping her from seeing you. This was a nice break from her more bleak reality.

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Kate was missing you like crazy with the nonstop flow of missions with Clint and the skilled Widows, him and Natasha were ready to pass on their mantles. Yelena seemed ready, but neither OG Avenger would leave the other hanging, and Clint wasn’t done with Kate yet.

Kate understood, Clint had a family, and Wanda and Natasha were jonesing to start their own. But she also had you to think about. Just a year ago you two were college seniors, wildly in love; now you are an official business woman, and she’s an Avenger, with no time for romance.

It saddened her to ask you to have to accept this life, but she loved you too much to have broken it off, and you were incredibly patient.

“Kate?” You whispered her name in disbelief, “You’re still here?” The sound of your voice made the woman’s heart flutter with a mix of love and guilt. It’d been weeks since you’d been able to feel her arms around you, so she felt the way you instinctively nuzzled further into her, but it was also obvious to her that the only reason you’re up at 6am is her buzzing phone that was just out of her reach. “Yeah, I’m here. I think I’m just going to blow off Clint today.”

You untangled from her grasp, against her groans of protests to sit up and face her. Kate saw the worry on your face, and just as she went to cup your cheek you reached to touch her forehead with the back of your hand. The woman stifled her giggle as best she could.

“Baby, I’m not sick, I just think life requires a little balance, and I’ve weighed the scales to find that you’re not being given your fair share.”

“It’s okay Kit-Kat, I get it, you are a superhero.” You shrugged nonchalantly, but with your eyes locked with hers she could see the toll her absence had been having on you. “You are fighting the evil of the world, it would be selfish of me to expect you to be around that much.”

“You deserve an attentive partner,” she fiercely challenged and you smiled softly. “I have one.”

Kate frowned, “Y/N/N, I’m hardly ever here.”

“Yet I’m never lonely,” you teased, “Every morning I find a smoothie in the fridge with my name on it. When I get to work there’s almost always something waiting for me, whether that be a bouquet of flowers, or my go to take out order arriving around lunch time. You never miss our six o’clock dinners or movie nights.”

You watched her eyes gloss over. “I still don’t think it’s enough my love, you deserve more.”

You shook your head, and straddled her lap with a loving smile. “What more could I need Kit-Kat?” In a show of dramatics you threw your arms up to emphasize the question, as if the universe would answer, then you smiled as she looked at you with a pout that you promptly kissed away. “You,” you paused to peck her lips again, “Returning home to me safe and holding me close is all I’ll ever want or need.”

Kate tackled you into a hug, her body crushing yours as she placed kisses all over your neck. “I can’t believe that the world had infinite chances to find me a soulmate, and I lucked out and hit the absolute jackpot with you.”

“I’m far from a prize Kit-Kat,” you managed to giggle out, though her unrelenting attack of your upper body with kisses was making you a bit too giddy to remain aware. “You’re insane, you my dear, are the best prize of them all.”

“I love you with all of my heart Y/N.” You smiled and cupped her cheeks as she was hovering above you, her flexed arm muscles on display. As if it was no effort to remain upright. “I love you too, which is why I can’t keep you home.”

Kate grumbled, “Which is why I’m doing it.”

“What was on today’s agenda?” You pressed, and she groaned, “More strength training.” Kate rolled her eyes when she saw your smirk. “We could go together, I can be moral support.”

“You’re a pervert,” she groaned, but it was playful. She herself was looking forward to taking a nice, long shower with you today. This really just afforded her the opportunity. “But that’s what I love about you, you’re a freak.”

You snorted softly, “Glad to know that of all my wonderful attributes that’s what you cherish.”

“You keep me young,” she said with a shrug, and you laughed harder, “You’re literally 22.”

“I know, my back is starting to kill me,” she teased, then she placed a chaste kiss to your lips before disappearing into the closet to talk to the angry, elder archer about her faulty alarm while you got ready for a day full of adventure.

#kate bishop imagine #kate bishop x you #kate bishop x reader #kate x reader #gxg #kate bishop #kate bishop fluff #kate bishop blurb

[asnowfern]

Heavy Is The Head That Wears The Crown

Summary: Why hide when we can play? Haven’t we had such lovely games before? All of space and eon at your fingertips. All you need to do is pluck. ~~~ It was supposed to be gone when Nesta made the bargain with the Cauldron: her stolen powers for the knowledge to save her sister and nephew. Unfortunately, nobody told the Trove.

Rating: E, NSFW WC: 11.4k Read on AO3 Play the accompanying card game here!

Written for my dear @azriels-shadows for the @acotargiftexchange !🎁

Thank you for being such an amazing giftee!💖 You mentioned that your favourite type of fic is canon-compliant or canon-divergent with fun new problems and a dash of physical danger. Trust me when I say, I literally took that and ran for the finish line.

I honestly had such a blast writing this and I hope you enjoy it too!

A huge thank you to @reverie-tales, @wilde-knight, @damedechance for being so encouraging and amazing! Also, another huge thank you to @thelovelymadone for giving me the idea of bringing back the mercenary from ACOTAR. You guys are the best!💕💕💕

Snippet under the cut!

Stones crunched under her feet. Snow swirled at their feet as lightning cracked in the distance. They stood at the pass, the line Nesta drew on the ground was long gone with her depleted energy. The view opened up to the vast Illyrian mountains. It would have been breathtaking under any other circumstances.

The arms that would often lovingly hold Nesta trapped her in a crushing grip. The endless ache and exhaustion in her bones shifted and screamed in protest. 

“He can’t obey you, Nesta Archeron.” Her blood ran cold at the raspy voice, “he’s mine now.” 

The aged Made queen was still talking but Nesta couldn’t take her eyes off her mate. The organ in her chest twisted painfully at the glazed expression clouding vibrant hazel, every nerve in her body acutely aware of the unrelenting pressure of strong muscles on her comparatively petite frame. 

She desperately searched those familiar eyes for any signs of the male that she knew had to be fighting back. Every bit just as desperate as she was. Despair rose in her with every shallow breath as her bones threatened to give way.

“Cassian”

The name fell out in an agonised plea. With a growl, Cassian knocked her roughly to the ground, pinning her limbs down to close a rough hand around her throat. 

“Good bye, Nesta.”

Fingers tightened painfully around her neck and crushed her windpipe, filling the air with nothing but choked gasps. 

Nesta’s eyes snapped wide open, her heart pounding loudly in her ears. Walls closed in on her as she felt the same arm slung over her waist kept  her trapped in the muscled chest from her dreams. She pushed the arm roughly off her and scrambled to her feet. Her world spun, panic rising to suffocate her. Her feet stumbled backward. Anything to build distance between her and-

She froze as her brain finally caught up. 

What was she doing? This was Cassian: her mate who would rather kill himself before he allowed himself to hurt her. 

As if on cue, Cassian stirred. His voice was hoarse from sleep when he asked, “Nesta?”

She squeezed her eyes shut and brought forth her mind stilling techniques, letting the ingrained practices attempt to soothe the jungle beats of her heart. A nightmare, she reasoned with herself, nothing but a nightmare.

A slight creak of the bed, a rustle of wings.

“Nesta?” 

When Nesta opened her eyes once more, it was to a furrowed brow and clear hazel that shone with concern. The knot eased in her chest to allow a clear flow of oxygen. 

“I’m alright,” she replied shakily, “Just a nightmare.”

She resisted the urge to shudder and recoil from the gentle hand reaching out for her. But Cassian’s hand still paused midair before dropping back to his side. “Again?” 

She jerked her head before turning away to avert his perceptive gaze. She inhaled in deeply, holding her breath for three long beats before exhaling. “Go back to bed. I’ll join you later.” 

“You can read your smutty books in bed.” He commented, the edges of his lips tugged upwards lazily, “I’ll sleep just fine.”

The knee jerk response to reject the offer died at her lips at the worry in his eyes, a palpable tension set in his jaw. She nodded and let him lead her back to bed with the lightest touch on her waist. 

Hours of unresolved pining culminating into one highly fulfilling smut session later, Nesta slid back fully under the covers. Outside the windows, the tiniest glimmer of light played at the horizon. Her eyes shuttered and she heaved a soft sigh. 

A comforting warmth enveloped her back and a familiar weight wound around her waist, encasing her world in sandalwood and snowpine. “Sleep” a low rumble from right next to her said enticingly.

“We need to wake up soon.” She reminded him even as her arms reached out to press the strong arm tightly against her.

“You’re exhausted,” he soothed, sniffing her neck deeply, “Training can wait an extra hour.”

A small smile played on Nesta’s lips as she let the reassuring scent pull her down under and surrendered to blissful sleep. 

The skies were bright the next time blue-grey eyes opened to the world, the sun way too high in the sky. She palmed the cool sheets next to her and let loose a breath.

It had definitely been more than an hour. 

Nesta hurriedly put on her leathers and was half a minute from leaving the house when the main door swung open, eclipsing the doorway with the silhouette of tall muscled frame and large wings.

Cassian cocked a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He surveyed her carefully as he strode in, stopping just a step away. “Feeling better?” 

She did feel better but she retorted back anyway, “You should have woken me up for training.” 

“You needed the rest.” He insisted, “Besides…” 

He bridged the gap between them. Close enough for Nesta to see the droplet of perspiration roll down the side of his face and down the length of his neck. The apple of his throat bobbed.

One of his arms teasingly slid up, from her fingertips to her upper arm, before drawing a small knife from the many pockets of his leather, “If you wanted private lessons.” 

A familiar tension coiled and tightened in Nesta. Between her night terrors, the training, Cassian’s responsibilities in Illyria and the preparation for the mating ceremony which was less than a week away, their time together was far and few between - nothing more than quick stolen couplings.  

The dilation of his pupils pushed molten hazel that she loved deeply to the rim, his nostrils flaring slightly. With a smooth motion, he pushed her flushed against the wall, his thigh wedged hard between her legs. A delicious friction with every minuscule movement. The small knife was now held horizontally to her neck in an almost tender display. The thrill coursed through her bloodstream, directly to her core. 

His breath was hot against the arched ear, “I will be more than happy to demonstrate.”

#nessian #acotargiftexchange #nesta x cassian #nesta archeron #cassian #acosf

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for not asking my friend to stop flirting with me?

I (16, hey/they), have a friend I’ll call R (18,she/they). She was one of the first friends I made freshman year, and we’re still pretty close. And I will completely admit I have feelings for her, but I’ve never made moves she hadn’t already made, and am not trying to date her. I honestly do not think we’re compatible, or that I’m ready for a relationship right now.

My love language is touch, and so is hers, but she’s also very flirty in general. We cuddle constantly. She’ll call me hot, pretty, and cute, kiss my hands, and forehead, and talk about how cute we would be together. Last year, we got fake married as a joke, with rings I made out of wire, and ever since she calls me her husband, and introduces me to people that way.

The only issue is she has a boyfriend, A (17,m). They started dating before we got “married” but after we’d been friends for a year. Once she started dating him, she didn’t decrease her flirting with me, so I didn’t stop with her. Even though I have a crush, I genuinely don’t think see sees me that way, and means it all as platonic, and I have friends I have no feelings for that I flirt much more with.

Recently we were all hanging out, and she kept trying to get me to sit on her lap in front of A. I said no at first, but then said yes. After she left, A took me aside and asked me to not be like that with her. I told him that she initiated, and he should really talk to her. He said she probably wouldn’t listen, and I told him that that was an issue in their relationship, and if anything I did made R uncomfortable, I would stop, but I don’t know him well and if it makes him uncomfortable he should talk to her.

I feel kind of guilty though, because I don’t want to mess with my friends relationship, but A needs to just talk to her. R is like this with a lot of people, and if A has an issue with it he needs to voice it with R, not every guy she flirts with. I would never kiss R, or anything like that, but this is just friendly flirting. Also, R has been telling me that they are polyamorous, but she’s a bit of a chronic liar, so I didn’t fully believe her to begin with.

Again, I do still feel for A, but I don’t think this is really my problem to solve. But is this my issue? I can’t ask any of my friends or even my mom, because they hate R for unrelated issues and think I should stay away from her to begin with. So, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[honnelander]

crush

alright, this is such a niche and self-indulgent little piece of writing bc i freaking LOVE this (awful and huge asshole) character buuut i do like to write for whatever i love in the moment sooo here's a little Brad Wolfe aka Hunter X-5 fic (he's cute ok??) (and if you're into marvel and are not watching the loki series, PLEASE go watch it! it's so amazing!) credit to @mrsbawar21-blog for the still!

WARNINGS: none

word count: 2.8

pairing: Brad Wolfe (Hunter X-5) x reader

summary: Mobius could tell Brad knew you a lot better than he was letting on, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

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"See? Isn't this nice, Brad?" Mobius asked his beige jumpsuit-claded prisoner as he sipped on his vanilla milkshake, happy as a clam. "I mean, literally ten minutes ago we were at each other's throats, yelling at one another, and here we are," Mobius gestured around with his hands, emphasizing the 1980s McDonald's they were currently sitting in, "sharing a meal like two adults."

"Yeah, and you also tortured me," Brad replied quickly, not missing a beat as he kept his gaze set on the pair of Lokis conversing in the parking lot through the window. He drummed his fingers on the plastic tabletop, bouncing his leg up and down as he quickly glanced at Mobius with a quirked eyebrow. "Forgot to mention that part, huh?"

"Yeah, and you called me a 'nobody'," Mobius rebutted quickly, a hint of irritation dripping from his voice. He stopped himself, shaking his head slightly with closed eyes as he exhaled curtly.

Now wasn't the time to dispute that and the silver-haired TVA analyst knew that arguing with X-5- or Brad, whoever, was a waste of everyone's time and he didn't feel like renewing their earlier verbal scrimmage here when there were more pressing matters at hand. Ultimately, Brad did bring them to Slyvie in the end so that must count for something, right?

"But, that doesn't matter. See, I even bought you a shake," Mobius said, reaching across the table to pick up Bradley's vanilla shake and put it closer to him. "A little peace offering."

Brad's eyes flitted to Mobius' obvious olive branch for a second before looking back up to the analyst, unimpressed. After a beat, he raised his right hand, jabbing an accusatory index finger at Mobius, as he cocked his head to the side, saying, "But you did slap me, right in the face. I'm not gonna forget that."

"Just take the shake, Brad," Mobius said swiftly, slightly exasperated as he suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.

Now, Mobius M. Mobius prided himself on his seemingly never-ending well of patience, but even he felt himself start to get annoyed at Brad's unrelenting persistence on being as difficult as can be. Did he always try to be as annoying as possible or was this just how the ex-hunter always is naturally? It was exhausting.

The former minute man-turned-actor glanced down at the shake again, leaving it untouched before looking out the window to refocus on the Lokis outside. "What- what are they even doing out there?" he asked with a huff, gesturing a hand towards the pair of variants. "It's like they're going over every detail of their relationship or something."

"Yeah, well," Mobius relented with a small sigh, taking another sip of his shake. "There's a lot of baggage to unpack when you're basically in a relationship with yourself," he explained casually like he was talking about a bad day at the office.

Brad picked up on the slight disdain in his captor's tone but he didn't care enough to broach the topic any further. Instead, Brad sighed in slight disgust as he resumed drumming his fingers on the table saying, "God... it's weird."

Not wanting to harp on his partner's unorthodox romantic relationship any more than he had to, Mobius picked up a plastic fork, getting ready to dig into his pie. "Now, why don't you tell me a little bit more about your movie, huh?"

Brad rolled his eyes and scoffed at Mobius's obvious deflecting technique. "What about it?"

"Tell me about all about it." The analyst took a forkful of pie, asking with an encouraging smile, "Is it a horror flick?"

"Oh, come on, Mobius. You don't care."

"No, really! I'm serious," he said through a mouthful of pie. "The poster we saw looked scary."

Not being one to pass up discussing his work and real life that awaited him back on the sacred timeline, Brad took the bait. "It's not scary... it's elevated thriller," he explained in a slightly matter-of-fact tone, waving his hand around for emphasis. In a condescending tone, he added, "It's cinema, thank you very much."

Mobius had no clue if there really was a difference between a scary movie and an 'elevated thriller', since it all sounded the same to him, but he appreciated Brad's enthusiasm on the topic.

Lifting his milkshake up to his mouth to try and hide his amused smirk, Mobius relented, "Oh, my bad. You're right... 'elevated thriller', got it." He nodded as he took a sip, putting his cup back down when he was finished. "I'll have to check that out then."

"And you have to get your own ticket!" Brad continued. "I'm not hooking you up. Especially not after all of," he waved his hands around at their current setting, "this."

"Right, of course," Mobius agreed patiently, watching Brad with a small smile. "I'll get my own tickets."

After his small spiel, the ex-hunter let out a small sigh. He blinked, a look of recognition overcoming his face as he straightened up like he was remembering the situation he was currently in.

He turned his torso to face Mobius head-on, putting his arms on the table and motioning towards the TVA analyst's meal. "Look, why don't we get this all to go, huh? It- it packs right up. Why don't we just- get it to go, so we can get out of here," he said, emphasizing the second half of his sentence as he mimicked packing something up and motioned towards the exit.

"We can't do that," Mobius rejected quickly. "Not yet, anyway. I haven't finished eating and besides, y/n hasn't even gotten her food yet," he added, jabbing a thumb over at you, who was loitering by the cashier in the front, hands on your hips as you looked up at the menu.

Brad followed Mobius' thumb, huffing out another irritated sigh at your figure and rolling his eyes. "She's still ordering? We don't have time for this- God," he muttered under his breath and slumped in his chair, rubbing his jaw. "She always takes forever to do anything," he added with a mumble.

However, Brad's little admission right there didn't escape Mobius' keen ears. Trying to keep casual, he dug back into his pie. "'Takes forever to do anything', huh?" he asked nonchalantly. "It kinda sounds like you know a lot about y/n."

Brad's eyes flashed to Mobius's briefly before looking elsewhere, shifting in his plastic seat. "Yeah, well, she's your partner, isn't she?" He glanced out at Loki for a second, "Or, at least one of them? You should know how slow she can be sometimes."

The silver-haired analyst shook his head once. "She's not slow. I prefer the term meticulous, actually."

For whatever reason, Brad felt the need to clarify himself, which Mobius couldn't help but find interesting since he knew X-5 to be a guy who always brazenly said what was on his mind no matter the circumstances.

"I didn't mean slow as in stupid," Brad quickly clarified. "I-I meant as in she just takes a long time to do anything."

"Uh-huh," Mobius replied simply, secretly enjoying how bent out of shape the man in front of him was getting. "Right."

"Yeah..." Bradley trailed off, finally picking up his forgotten shake and taking a long sip of it, avoiding Mobius's expectant gaze. After a few beats of silence, he put his shake back on the table, looking over at Mobius with an annoyed glance. "What?"

"Nothing," Mobius replied easily, looking over at Brad once again before looking back at his food, munching on a fry. "I just think it's interesting how you know how 'slow' y/n can be sometimes, that's all."

"Look," he looked back at Mobius, a hint of irritation (and embarrassment?) in his features. "Whatever little 'thing' you're trying to imply here between me and her, just drop it."

Mobius perked up, looking back at his prisoner. There it was again, Brad's peculiar choice of words. "'Drop it'? Don't you mean 'give it up'? Since 'giving up' would imply that there's absolutely nothing there, whereas 'dropping it' would mean that something is there but you just don't want to talk about it?"

Brad sat up. "Drop it, give it up- whatever Mobius, just stop talking about it."

A smile started to creep up on Mobius's face, finding joy in all of this. This little impromptu interrogation was turning out to be a lot more fun than the last one he had with the actor. "'It'? So there's an 'it' now? What's 'it'? Do you mean your little crush on y/n?"

The actor's body stiffened for a nanosecond before turning to fully face the analyst. "Mobius, I swear to God-"

"OH! So that's a 'yes'!" Mobius declared, hitting the tabletop playfully with a grin, his smile only getting wider at seeing Brad become more and more agitated. "You do have a crush on y/n! Aw, that's so adorable Bradley, really."

The ex-hunter leaned back in his chair, scrunching up his face as he looked to away. "'A crush'? Really, Mobius? What are we- five? Please."

"Oh, so you love her?"

Brad's eyes widened, snapping back to look at him. "What? No, I don't-"

"Oh, that's ok," Mobius reassured with a wave. "Maybe your crush on her will blossom into love one day, who knows? I mean, life is crazy right?" He got another forkful of pie as he said, "I just can't believe that you had a crush on my partner this whole time and I didn't even notice. What kind of analyst am I?"

Mobius shook his head, laughing at his own joke. It seemed so obvious to him now. He should've realized that X-5 had some type of feelings for his long-time work partner eons ago. He always thought it was strange how X-5 would randomly stop to chat with them, well, with you mostly he now realized, at seemingly random times throughout the day, like when you both were having lunch in the cafeteria or how X-5 would always be the minute man to volunteer and be the muscle for one of your missions if need be. He had always thought it was weird and strange, but now it just made sense.

"Mobius," Brad said, letting out a defeated sigh. "Can you just, drop it? Please?"

Mobius looked back up, eyebrows raised as he looked up at the former minute man. "And now you're saying 'please'? Wow, you're just full of surprises today Bradley, aren't you?" he asked with a disbelieving laugh. He watched as Brad slunk back into his seat, a resigned look on his face. Ever the kind soul, Mobius kinda felt kinda bad for him. "Hey, look," Mobius started, in a softer tone, "X-5, Brad, Bradley, whatever you want to be called, your secret is safe with me, alright? I won't tell her, I promise."

The movie star was quiet for a moment, sucking on his teeth. Even though he personally might not like Mobius, he did know that Mobius was a man of his word and kept his promises so, he had no choice but to trust him. "Yeah, well... thanks," he said, flashing the analyst with a quick look of gratitude as he rapt his knuckle on the table.

"Hey, no problem," Mobius said, regarding the man across from him for another moment before finishing up his pie. With a small, surprised laugh, Mobius said, "You know, I just think it's funny how a," jerk, he thought to himself, "guy like you ends up with a little, school-yard crush on such a kind and caring person like y/n."

Brad raised an eyebrow at Mobius's choice of words. "'A guy like me'? Liking someone like her? What is that supposed to mean Mobius?"

"Oh, nothing," he replied innocently. "I just think it's funny. I guess, in this case, opposites really do attract, huh?"

"Oh, what? Now you're calling me a jerk?" Brad started, ready to go at it with Mobius again. "Why don't you just-"

"Hey, guys," you said, finally arriving at the table with a brown to-go paper bag with your food, sliding into the seat next to Mobius, your partner, unknowingly stopping the argument that was about to take place. "Sorry I took so long. There were just so many options to choose from, you know? It was hard to decide."

Now that Mobius was keen on Brad's little crush on you, he couldn't help but want to mess with him even further. "Ah that's ok y/n, I know that sometimes those things can be a little slow," he said, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards when Brad sent him a glare. "So don't worry about it."

"No word from Loki yet?" you asked, completely oblivious to the invisible sparing match occurring between the two men. "They're still out there?" you asked as you leaned on the table, craning your neck to try and see the two variants better.

"No, nothing yet. Hey, y/n," Mobius said suddenly, hitting your shoulder slightly like he had just come up with a great idea. "Why don't you move and sit next to Brad? I think he has a better vantage point to see them than I do," he innocently suggested, sending Brad a good-natured wink.

Brad nearly face-palmed himself. He forgot that Mobius could sometimes be as subtle as a baseball bat. "Mobius," he warned lowly.

But the mentioned analyst continued unphased. "And while you're sitting over there, watching the Lokis, you know, next to Brad," he added again for emphasis, "you can eat your meal."

"Oh, no need," you answered easily, to which question, the guys didn't know. "I got my food to go."

"See?" Brad quickly straightened, a newfound urgency in his tone and movements are he looked back and forth between you and Mobius. "She's smart, she got her food to go, to have back at the TVA. Which is exactly where we all need to be. Right now. Let's go."

"Jeez, Brad, what is it with you?" He asked exasperatedly, rolling his eyes. "You're like a broken record. First, you're all like, 'get me back to the sacred timeline' and now you're all like, 'get me out of here'." He shook his head. "It's like you-"

"Know something," you said, cutting off Mobius' train of thought, your eyes looking at your beige jumpsuited prisoner with a calculating gaze.

At your words, Mobius stopped his spiel, blinking as he leaned back in his seat, his eyes looking over at Brad in thought. "Do you know something?" he asked.

Brad, however, stayed quiet. He picked up his milkshake, swirling it around before taking a couple of sips as he turned his body away from you both, looking out the window.

"Hey," Mobius said a little more firmly, slapping the actor's forearm to get his attention. "Don't get all quiet on me now, Zaniac. What do you know? Is this a setup?"

"It's an ambush," you said.

But Brad continued to suck on the straw, not looking at either of you.

"Bradley, answer me," Mobius said forcefully.

Brad put his milkshake down, swallowing the sweet treat before looking at you. "We need to get out of here," was all he said.

You held eye contact with him, discerning the urgency and panic you saw held within his gaze. You couldn't help but feel that when Brad had said 'we', he really only meant you and him. His look and words sent a shiver down your spine.

Mobius was the first to get up, the rest of his meal forgotten. "Alright, let's go. We need to regroup with Loki so our friend Brad here can tell us what's really going on." He picked up his tray, walking over to the trash to dump the rest of his fast food scraps away, and put his tray on top of the can.

Brad held your stare for another moment before finally blinking, breaking the spell, as he hastily got up himself. "Finally," he muttered. He tossed his drink away as he quickly followed behind Mobius.

But you didn't move. You stared at the now empty spot that X-5 had occupied seconds ago, trying to discern why you felt that he knew about a lot more than just this current situation.

As always, your long-time partner and best friend knew when you needed to be broken out of your train of thought and get you back on track. "Y/n!" Mobius called out as he headed towards the exit. "Let's go!"

Snapping back to reality, you blinked, shaking off your wandering thoughts and stood up, following Mobius and Brad outside. Now wasn't the time to analyze Brad's actions and choice of words, right now all you needed to know was what Brad knew right at this moment and why he was so adamant about getting back to the TVA.

If you wanted to question Brad more, you could do that later. He was your prisoner after all and time worked differently in the TVA, right?

#ok that was fun :) #now it's time to exercise and do errands #i'll get back to Sanji mode tonight #there's like noooothing about this character so i'm probably just writing this for me lmoa #*lmao #and that's ok! #watch the loki show! #there's a hint of lokius if you squint! #Brad Wolfe x reader #Brad Wolfe x y/n #Hunter X-5 x reader #loki series #loki s2 #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #loki #Brad Wolfe

[kazuyummy]

😈 DAIYA NO ACE - ACCIDENTAL TURN-ONS

yuki tetsuya 💋 miyuki kazuya 💋 sanada shunpei 💋 isashiki jun 💋 kuramochi yoichi 💋 chris takigawa yu

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y u k i 💜 t e t s u y a ; hairpulling

you often look for tetsuya after sunday practice to give him the upcoming week's training schedule

as the meijin university boys' baseball team student physical trainer for the past two years, you help with their exercise regiment and work with the dietitian and coaches to deliver meal plans and practice schedules as well

it's not like you have to hand-deliver these things... but seeing Tetsuya is always a bonus (and it gives you a chance to go into detail - that's the excuse you use)

kuramochi, your best friend who had also decided to attend his high school coach's alma mater, is just so kind to interrupt and ask you to run through his schedule

"hold up, mochi - after i finish talking to tetsu"

"he can wait! i'm going on a date soon, so i'm in a rush!"

you snort, turning to tetsu to see where you left off on the page and telling mochi to wait his turn

mochi, the stubborn, unrelenting bastard, gives a short but firm tug to your ponytail

out of pure instinct, you bite your lip, eyes rolling back into your head with the tiniest of groans

mochi doesn't notice since he's behind you and still rambling on - thank goodness or he'd be howling, never letting you hear the end of it

but tetsuya certainly doesn't fail to catch it, visions of taking you from behind and pulling your hair fill his mind

he can see you ass-up on his bed, back arching and mouth babbling as he rams you with his cock, pussy gushing

he wonders if you like being spanked and choked too. would you call him sweetly by his name? or by daddy instead?

you blush heavily but continue talking, trying to play things off like nothing happened

but he's no longer paying attention, instead starting to brainstorm ways to get you to his for a personal training session with this newfound knowledge...

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m i y u k i 💜 k a z u y a ; flexibility

kazuya walking into your apartment is not an uncommon occurrence, but today, he's earlier than usual - which means he sees you doing a yoga morning routine that you'll inevitably give up on in a week or two

still, you're surprised at how flexible you are and how energized and focused it makes you - so maybe you'll stick with it for a bit

miyuki's heart isn't prepared to see your ass in those tight pants, or the way your boobs push out of the elastic, seamless sports bra

he's just thankful (or not) that your top isn't loose, otherwise he would perish on the spot at seeing any bit of underboob

with pants that fitted, you're either wearing the smallest thong known to man or nothing at all

he's imagining manhandling you in so many positions - to see just how far you can stretch for him, the burn in your muscles nothing compared to the heat you'd feel as he fills you up to the brim

what if he railed you standing, a leg hooked over his shoulder to spread you open as you beg for him to wreck you despite struggling to stay in this position?

he wants to rip those pants down the seam, eating you out then fucking the lights out of you

you could try sitting on his face in the splits to give him full access to your little pussy while he holds your thighs down

you switch to the downward dog pose, ass in the air toward him and ask in the sweetest voice if he wants to join you

he takes back his earlier statement - maybe he is about to die on the spot after all

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i s a s h i k i 💜 j u n ; finger sucking

studying in the library with jun is never a peaceful affair and you don't know why you agree to it every time - maybe because of your small little crush on your close friend that you continue to squash down

he interrupts your thoughts - "hey, what'd you get for number seven?"

jun pokes the side of your head - of course, he has his annoying moments too

"i told you i'm only doing even-numbered problems right now, idiot."

he doesn't ease up, continuing to poke, so it's time for retaliation. you whip your head around and prepare to bite

at that moment, something strange happens in your mind - you realize that he was poking you with his finger, not a pencil. and you don't want to hurt him with your bite, but you're already turning around, so - you... kind of just end up taking his fingers into your mouth

neither of you reacts right away. he's managed to get his long finger all the way in, hitting the back of your throat... with no gag reflex

his feels his digit rest on your tongue until you move it to flutter around him, the inside of your cheeks like velvet

"wh-what the fuck?"

his fingers come out with a pop and a little drool on the side of your cheek, which you wipe away

"would you rather i have bitten your finger? you'd be cryin', y'know?"

he stares, speechless and processing what happened. your mouth had felt so good, so soft around him. he'd be in heaven if you sucked him off like that, pretty eyes staring up at him while he paints your face white

"we wouldn't have had this problem if you stopped annoying me," you shrug

but when you pull out a lollipop from your bag, unwrapping it and swirling your tongue around, he suddenly remembers he's got something very important to do

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s a n a d a 💜 s h u n p e i ; thigh crushing

sanada's flirting is often affectionate, so it doesn't phase you when he sits on the floor of the couch in front of you, leaning his head back between your legs and looking up at you

you roll your eyes with a smile but continue watching your friends play mario kart on the screen

when it's your turn and the controller is handed to you, he becomes such a little demon

he turns to your knee and does that thing where he tickles you by putting his fingers in the centre of your knee and spreading them outward at the same time

"shunpei!" you scold him, "stop that!"

"or what?" he'll raise an eyebrow playfully

"or... or i'll accidentally kick you, idiot" you save face in your response, but your red cheeks show otherwise - you're a sucker for that little smirk of his

he doesn't let up, though, giving your calf a flick, tickling your bare leg with the texture of his hair from where he's sitting - you name it

"shunpei, if you don't stop, i will crush your head between my thighs."

you lightly pressing on the sides of his head with them, which finally gets him a bit quieter

but that's because he's now imagining eating you out, thighs trying to close him in as he pulls them apart, lapping at your folds as you beg him to keep going

he'd give you orgasm after orgasm, sticky sweet voice crooning for you to give him one more, and another after that, and another...

he wants you so fucked out that by the time he sheathes himself inside you, you're putty in his hands and just a little fucktoy for him

in fact, he's tempted to pepper kisses across your inner thighs, the only mercy from him coming from the fact that you're not alone in the room

"i wouldn't mind if i died like that, sweetheart"

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k u r a m o c h i 💜 y o i c h i ; neck kiss

being close friends with yoichi, it was easy to flirt in small doses with each other to deny your feelings by saying, "that's just what friends do", others saying you acted like a married couple

one day, you're saying goodbye and going for a kiss on his cheek when you both miscalculate - as you lean forward, he's already leaning away, and you end up moving too far forward, kissing his neck

you're a bit tangled in him, and whisper-giggle a "sorry!" in his ear, sending shivers down his spine

you chuckle nervously as you pull back, "i felt like a vampire doing that!"

he lets out an airy laugh, but he's rock hard right now

you've given each other plenty of friend-kisses on the cheek or forehead, but that spot just awakened something in him

he wants to feel your lips all over his skin, plush but feathery, whispering dirty, dirty things to him with your hands running up and down his body

how would those lips feel sucking his cock? how would they feel marking his neck when he drives into you, filling you with his load?

now he wants to fill your skin with love bites, tasting every inch of you and making your pupils dilate with hunger and lust

when he jokingly does it back and you let out a mewl, he knows his heart's in trouble. there's no way he can look at you the same again

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c h r i s 💜 t a k i g a w a 💜 y u ; straddling

chris isn't always one for parties, but he doesn't mind coming out to a few to socialize as long as his friends are there

(and someone may have let it slip to him that you'd be there)

he's seated on one of the loveseats when you find him after a couple drinks each

he's getting up to hug you but someone trying to get through the crowd pushes you forward and you fall onto him, luckily with no more cup in hand

you land safely, however, your legs are straddling his hips as he looks up at your breathless form

chris, as always, is smooth in an awkward moment like this

"hey, I don't mind. not too many seats around anyway."

you giggle, gaining some bravery from him as well,

"okay, but don't complain to me if your legs go numb!"

you turn around on his lap so you're in a far less suggestive position, but he can't stop imagining you riding him

he'd want to hold your hips as you bounce up and down, your tits following suit hypnotizingly as you scream his name

he'd let you do all the work sometimes, moving to your feet and crouching on him so he can watch himself push past your puffy folds and the way you grip him as he comes back out again

but you sitting the other way now? cockwarming wouldn't be a bad idea either. having you spread your legs and his fingers in a v opening your folds, showing everyone how filled you are with him - the thought is thrilling

for now, he's content with his fantasies, but looks like he'll ask you to swing by his place later...

this is a bit of a tribute to my upcoming miyuki fic (and you'll see why when it comes out lmao) but i'm in love w the idea of accidentally getting someone flustered like this and (sometimes) not knowing what you do to them, hehe. <3

#⚾️-dna #💭-ani-mini #daiya x reader #diamond no ace #yuki tetsuya #miyuki kazuya #isashiki jun #sanada shunpei #kuramochi youichi #chris takigawa yu

[yandere-daze]

I just randomly got this idea and felt like I needed to write it. I don´t think there´s any yandere Aira content which is a shame because there´s definitely some potential there! Fanboy Aira supremacy!

Edit after finishing: Holy shit this got long, it seems like I had a lot of ideas for this one so I hope you enjoy!

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, parasocial relationship, cyberstalking, celebrity crush, mention of doxxing, some entitlement, jealousy

Yandere! Aira with an idol darling he obsesses over

Aira has been a huge fan of idols since practically forever. He loves watching his favorites perform on stage and discussing new songs with fellow fans online. It´s something he´s very passionate about and he all in all just holds a lot of love for all of them

Which is why it isn´t too surprising to him at first when he discovers your idol group through a recommended post on social media and immediately becomes a bit obsessed. He´s always been very excitable when it comes to learning about new units and so he doesn´t bat an eye when he feels his heart beat just a little faster when he first catches a glance of your face

Not a second later, he´s already looking up the group´s name on Youtube to take a first listen to your songs. He´s blown away when he hears you sing for the very first time. It´s something he would remember as a magical, life-changing event months later. 

Now Aira has certainly heard many idols in his lifetime, seeing as it was his special interest and something he was very invested in, but never has a voice struck such a cord within him before. He swears that you have the voice of an angel! It´s absolutely divine and so so lovely! He finds himself completely drowning out your fellow unit mates or even the instrumental in the background. No, it´s like he has tunnel vision and can only focus on you alone as everything else turns into background noise

This has never happened before but he feels himself enraptured by your performance, wishing your singing would never end. After the song is over, he would rewind the video and replay all the parts where you had solo lines, listening to them over and over like a broken record

After just replaying his favorite parts ( the ones that had you) for around 30 minutes, Aira goes out to look for even more of your other songs. The cycle repeats

Slowly but surely, Aira feels his interest in other idol groups fade away, some of which he had been a fan of for years. But none of them matter anymore, none of them could ever compare to you!

But he isn´t satisfied after having listened to all of the songs you had to offer, no, he needed to get more information! So he naturally follows your account on social media, hoping that you also have your personal one and that he doesn´t need to rely on the official one for your unit. Revamps his entire account into a fan account for you, where he uploads screenshots of your videos he particularly liked ( he has to hold himself back a bit though because if he just uploaded every single one he took, he would probably soon hit the posting limit for the day) or puts together fancams that he spams wherever he can.

Yes, he´s that annoying type of fan that posts his damn fancam as a reply under every single unrelated post and is like “stream [unit name]´s new song!” 

Always comments under every single post you make, hoping that a sweet message from him might cheer you up a bit. Also secretly hopes that if he does it enough, you might start recognizing him. it´s incredibly selfish but the truth is that there´s just no one out there that is a bigger fan of yours than he is! He knows absolutely everything about you, even down to the smallest little facts! He knows if you have a pet or not, what languages you speak, what books you´ve read recently, your dominant hand, the places you like to frequent when you go out to eat dinner, and the names of all of your past partners. No one in your entire fanbase is as devoted as he is!

Aira eats up every little piece of info he can gain on you and writes all of it down in both his actual physical notebook and on his account. 

You can be sure that he also buys every single piece of your merchandise and displays all of it in his room in the form of a little shrine dedicated to you. His account has actually gotten a bit infamous in the fandom when he proudly posted a picture of his shrine and a lot of other fans thought he was being a bit creepy. Aira got plenty angry at these messages, telling them that they just weren´t a true fan like him and that they didn´t properly appreciate you and your work

isn´t it natural that he wants to support you in every way possible? You´re so special to him and you take up a lot of space in both his mind and heart so it´s only right when he displays his love for you to the entire world!

Ah yes, love. That´s the word in question. Aira always liked to say that he loves idols but that love could never compare to the way he feels about you. You rule his every waking thought, it´s like he can never stop thinking about you and just how wonderful and talented you are! It´s not his fault when he often starts gushing about you to absolutely everyone, completely unprompted. And it certainly sounds nothing like the usual excitement one might have when they talk about something they´re very interested in

No, Aira rambles about you like the obsessed fanboy he is. How fast his heart starts beating whenever he listens to your singing voice. How you´re obviously the most talented one in your group and everyone else is just dragging you down, preventing you from achieving the success you deserve. How no other idol could ever compare to you and even how he wishes he could plaster your face all over the walls of his room but that there just aren´t enough posters released yet or when he´s been allowed to go on for a very long time, Aira might also admit how jealous and angry he gets whenever a new rumor of you dating someone arises. These stupid tabloids are just making stuff up again for clicks! You would never start dating someone like that and those news outlets should be ashamed of themselves for spreading that garbage!

He says that he always knows that it´s fake and that no one should listen to these articles but if you followed his account you would see how he´s practically having a meltdown every time a new rumor like that pops up. Just the thought of you being in a romantic relationship with someone else behind his back makes his stomach churn uncomfortably and his mood worsens considerably. He doesn´t like thinking about it and he doesn´t want to either

No one else could possibly get you as he does! He´s been your most passionate fan since the very beginning, he knows and appreciates you best! He always defends you against all kinds of criticism or hate online too and avenges you by doxxing the people that would say such horrible things about you. Can´t you see that he´s always there for you? Surely you must have noticed him by now, right?

Hah, he just wishes he could finally see you in real life! Which is exactly why he´s basically brimming with excitement when your official account announced an upcoming live event. It wasn´t even very far away from where Aira lived! Not that he wouldn´t have traveled halfway across the entire world just for a chance to see you.

Probably sits in front of his computer hours before the actual ticket sales start and keeps refreshing the page to be one of the first ones to buy a ticket. No matter how much it costs, he´s going to buy it.

When the day finally comes, he´s excited like never before and he feels like his heart is almost leaping out of his chest when you enter the stage right in front of him ( of course he got there early to get front-row seats). When you start to sing, Aira doesn´t look up to you like a starstruck fan might, but rather like a lovesick, delusional stalker

Oh, how he wishes this moment would last forever! It´s very selfish but he wishes that you would sing for only him as if no one else but the two of you existed! Please just glance at him, if only for a second!

He will be loving and supporting you until the very end as your most devoted and loyal fan!

And then maybe one day, you will finally notice him and realize that the two of you are meant to be

#yandere ensemble stars x reader #yandere enstars x reader #aira shiratori #yandere aira shiratori x reader #aira shiratori x reader #yandere ensemble stars #enstars aira #yandere enstars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars #alkaloid #aira x reader #yandere aira x reader #gn reader #yandere #cw yandere #cw obsession #cw stalking #cw jealousy #yandere x reader #male yandere

[kawaiiwritingcomputer]

Samurai Jack x easily flustered! Reader (fic)

hi!! Could you write a fanfic with samurai jack with a reader gets really flustered around him? any pronouns are fine!! It doesn't have to be nsfw, but a bit of spice never killed anyone. thanks!!!!

🪼- of course, friend! i'll put some lemon under the cut for you!! pls enjoy!

In the future, the darkness of Aku has taken over, leaving the world hopeless to his wrath. Only one samurai stood up to him, and you've heard of his tales. He seemed like some kind of legend, as he has lived for hundreds of years and still continues his battle against evil.

Your village had been terrorized by Aku's robotic monstrosities, leaving ashes and crumbled buildings behind. You thought you would die there under the rubble and dust. The sound of wooden sandals approached, and a voice called out, "Hello?"

You moved around, feeling very claustrophobic underneath the wreckage and your broken voice cried out for help. Through the burnt wooden pillars you could see out, and a sword fell to the ground. Suddenly, the debris was moved off of you and you could finally breathe in fresh air. You coughed, trying to stand up but your leg had been twisted up. As you looked up to your savior, you saw that he was the one and only Samurai Jack.

"No, don't move. You are badly injured." He looks at you with a concerned, soft face and with gentle hands he picks you up and moves you out into the open. he was covered in grease and oil, and you saw pieces of machinery laying around. The samurai had beaten Aku's robots and saved what was left of your village!

"Thank you-" You whispered as he carried you, and you began to fall asleep in his arms.

Later, you awoke in a cave, with a makeshift cast on your leg. There was a fire next to you, and the samurai had a wooden spear with some fish on it that he was cooking. He looked over at you and smiled, "Good, you're awake! I, um, made dinner for you!"

His smile was precious, bringing hope to your life. You almost couldn't believe you were sitting here with the legend himself! You were too shy to say anything but thank you when he handed you your food.

Jack didn't mind your silence, and he quite enjoyed the peacefulness of it. He noted that you had a hard time making eye contact with him, and your bashfulness was something really cute to him!

You spent your days healing with him, and he didn't seem to mind the battles he was missing out on, he was more concerned about taking care of you. Each time he lifted you up or helped you out, your face would turn red and you'd become a shy little mess. His kind eyes melted your heart, and his unrelenting desire to assist made you feel special. It was like being in some kind of dream.

When your leg was fully healed, he undressed the bandages and helped you get back to walking. He would hold his arm around your waist while you held onto his shoulder and you two would take a stroll together to build up your strength. The physical touch was only fueling your growing crush on the samurai, and little did you know that he was feeling the same way for you! He was always helping people, but you were something different. You looked at him like he was not only a protector, but also a companion. You never said much to him other than thank you, and in some ways he was reminded of himself. He'd never been in a relationship, but this growing awkward feeling was at it's worst around you.

"Thank you for all of your help, Samurai. I- I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for you." You didn't want to leave him, now that you were all better, but his duty was calling. He didn't want to have to go either, and insisted that his selfless acts were just out of kindness. There was so much more to know about you, and he wanted to be closer but this couldn't be your future together...

As you hesitantly turned away, he suddenly grabbed your arm. "I want you to come with me." He admitted, "I'll protect you, and I will fight for you, anything it takes. I thought I needed to do this task alone, but if there's any way we can make this work, I want you to come back to the past with me."

Your eyes lit up with excitement for his confession, and you took this moment to let him know how you really felt. "I want that too, Jack. Nobody has ever shown me this amount of care and- I think I'm falling for you."

All of a sudden, your shyness had dissipated and you realized what had really come out of your mouth. For a second, you thought perhaps the samurai had a clashing feeling to yours- perhaps he only wanted to be your friend. He was looking at you with no expression and it was worrying- maybe you said the wrong thing?

No- he pulled you into his chest , wrapping his arms around you in a hug and he kissed your forehead. "I was afraid you weren't going to feel the same, so I wasn't going to say anything. I have fallen for you as well, my sunshine."

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🍋!!

The two of you had been travelling for weeks together, and you'd even learned the way of your chosen weapon so you could assist in battle! Nothing was sexier than seeing you all greased up after a robot fight to Jack. He was having compelling thoughts about you, but your innocent, shy attitude made him feel almost guilty for having naughty thoughts. You will have to be the one to make the first move, because he's afraid to ask.

You could tell he was thinking those nasty thoughts about you, from the way he was watching with his mouth agape, and him trying to hide the hardness in his robes, atttempting to pass it off as just his sword.

You bathed together in the stream, rubbing off the grime from the fight, and usually you were modest and would try to have your back towards him, but you were gaining some confidence. This time, you faced him, standing underneath the waterfall fully naked as you signaled for him to get closer. He swam up to you, and you met in a hidden cave behind the falls. You wrapped your arms around his neck, smooching him as he held you like a bride in the shallow water. Your tantalizing kisses were giving him a stiffy, and you reached down to gently graze his boner. He returned the favor, his hands gripping your ass and making you blush. Jack's lips smiled against yours and he leaned you against a rock, gently kissing your chest and neck, only flustering you more and making you moan.

Soon enough, the two of you had moved out of the water and were on the ground of the cave, with Jack on top of you, pushing his hardness into you and stretching you. You bit your lips, wincing and crying out in ecstasy with each inch he pushed inside of you. With each noise you made, it only made him more turned on and wanting to fuck you harder, but his mind told him he had to be gentle for his first time with you.

He was cuddle-fucking you, on top of you and snuggling his face into your neck with your legs wrapped around his waist. He moaned your name into your ear, pleasure filling his brain as he closed in on his climax. You came first, your legs shaking as you wiggled your hips around to prolong the amazing feelings, and Jack came soon after, his cum emptying out onto your chest.

Both of you breathing heavily, you both began to laugh and pepper each other all over in soft kisses.

"I suppose we have to bathe again now." He joked, and kissed your nose. He snuggled you more for some aftercare, spooning you and talking about your future together in the past. <3

#samurai jack #samurai jack x reader #anon #samurai jack headcannons #samurai jack imagines

[aconitemare]

Jaydick, The Locked Tomb AU

After word of Jason Todd’s death, when night had already stretched out across the sky in a purple bruise, Dick had dragged himself from the manor like a bagged body, indifferent to the pain in his left leg and blood stickying his upper lip. Clumsily, he scaled the gargoyle he’d seen Jason scale a million times, perched himself there until Dominicus eventually rose over the horizon and bleached Gotham to the bone in white heat.

“A cavalier should never have to watch their necromancer die,” Alfred had told him apologetically at the time. Dick would have wheezed out a laugh right then, but his lungs felt like there was ash inside them.

“I didn’t have to,” Dick had said, pushing past him, on his way to see Bruce and find out whose rage had more teeth. Now, atop the gargoyle, with the answer that it was Bruce — it was always Bruce whose anger could swallow his own — Dick found that he hated himself more than he hated anyone else, anyways. His body had not stopped throbbing since he left the cave, but the punishment was unsatisfying. He wanted the pleasure of self-internment. He wanted the relief of being next to Jason again, where he belonged.

A cavalier should never have to watch their necromancer die. Dick didn’t even get the honor. He had been off-planet, convinced he was needed more elsewhere, unsure anyways what such a bond entailed with a necromancer so green, so—unplanned for, when Bruce took his protege out in the field and found his body cold and his spirit nowhere to be found.

One flesh, one end.

Against the bright assault of sunlight, hundreds of feet in the air, Dick squeezed his eyes shut and didn’t fall.

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“It just doesn’t make sense,” Tim repeated.

“Shh,” hushed Dick.

“Don’t shh me. You know his story doesn’t check out.”

Irritated, Jason clenched his fist around the lacrimal bone he had been inspecting. He felt it crunch into pieces. That was it. “Fucking—” he began, slamming his fist down onto the lab table. The bits of bone tumbled from his fingers onto the metal surface. He whirled around on his spectators. “Explain why he’s here again?” he said, flinging a hand out towards Tim.

“Tim?” asked Dick, blinking.

Tim pointed a finger at himself. “Me?”

Dick held his hands up his hands placatingly. It made Jason want to break them. “He’s just here to help, Jay,” Dick reassured in that soft voice he had been using since Jason had dug himself from the grave, went on a well-crafted and carefully rampage against Bruce that got him nearly blown up, and eventually dropped himself off on Dick’s porch looking a hell of a lot like roadkill.

“Also, he’s my cavalier. I have to be near him. It’s kind of the whole thing,” Tim drawled.

“Thanks, I’m familiar with ‘the whole thing.’ But either he’s my cavalier and you don’t need to be here, or he’s your cavalier and both of you can fuck out of my business,” explained Jason snappily.

Tim crossed his arms, unimpressed. “Bruce said we can share.”

“Oh my—”

Dick placed a hand on either side of Tim’s shoulders. “Hey, maybe you can find Stephanie and Cass, see if they need help with anything. Just for a little while, while Jason practices his bone magic.”

“He clearly needs help,” Tim insisted, gesturing towards Jason and his table of mostly crushed bones. Jason had never been super experienced with any sort of necromancy in his previous life, but bone magic was definitely new to him. He kept trying to multiply the bones, only to crush them into dust. Whether they were ground to a fine powder by magical means or his fists was 50/50.

“You clearly need my boot up your ass,” Jason fired back. “Or Dick’s rapier. Hey, unrelated, can I borrow your sword for something?” he said this time to Dick.

“Maybe another time,” Dick said, but he had said that a few times and never once meant it. The hilt of his cavalier-standard rapier remained sheathed at his hip, but he was starting to subtly shuffle Tim in the direction of the door, so small mercies.

When Dick had finally managed to escort Tim fully out of the room, and the large double doors of Wayne Manor’s third laboratory swung closed, Jason turned back to his work.

Dick folded his hands behind his back and meandered vaguely toward Jason, scripted casual. “So…anything I can help with?”

“Wow, yeah, could you take this toe and make it become an AK-47 complete with tiny toe bone bullets?” Jason said, oozing with sarcasm.

Dick stared at the little toe bone pinched between Jason’s forefinger and thumb. “Hm. Probably not. I could get you some water from the tap, though?” he offered.

Jason rolled his eyes. “Right. Yes, cavalier. Do my bidding. Bring me the water fresh with minerals and unfiltered bacteria. And don’t be fucking pokey.”

“Bottled water only kind of guy, got it,” Dick said, grinning. It was the same smile that Jason remembered from his youth, the kind of smile that got people excited, that rallied them. Jason’s mood soured further.

“Changed my mind. You can fuck off, too.”

Dick frowned. “Come on, Jay.”

“I have to concentrate.”

“I can help.”

“Right, yeah, because the magic I’m doing is so simple that even a cavalier could solve it,” Jason said snidely. He stiffened when Dick came close enough for their shoulders to nearly touch. “Look, I don’t need your help. I know we took an oath and you’re trying to be a good cav, but I died.” He powered through Dick’s visible wince at those winces. “Consider the oath null. Go play knight in shining armor to Drake. I spent enough time studying this necro shit on my own, without you or Bruce or anyone else — or that kid — patronizing me.”

“The oath isn’t null,” Dick spoke. His gentleness grated on Jason’s nerves. “And I’m not here to patronize. I’m here to serve you, until Bruce has decided whether I am still in your service or not.” Jason didn’t know it was possible, but the last addition made his heart sink. Until Bruce has decided. Of course, it wasn’t about the vow Dick had made to him; it was about Bruce and his final judgment. “You’re a unique case, Jason,” Dick continued. “No one has ever brought themselves back to life. That’s incredible. You’re — well,” Dick faltered, bringing a hand to the nape of his neck. “You’re unprecedented, at any rate,” he said with a small laugh.

“Glad to impress,” Jason said dryly. Using his hands as broom and dustpan, Jason brushed the pieces of the lacrimal bone into his open palm and closed his eyes, trying to focus. He imagined the rest of the skull in his mind’s eye, the cavernous sockets, the square mandible, the smooth cranium. He imagined the bits of bone fusing together and expanding, growing into something complete.

He was cut short by Dick interrupting him. “Hey, what bone is this anyways?” Without waiting for Jason to respond, Dick grabbed his hand and leaned in, trying to get a look at the particles. Before Jason could even open his eyes, he felt the weight in his hand heavy. “Whoa,” said Dick.

Lying in Jason’s palm was a fragment of a skull, starting at the frontal bone and ending at the maxilla.

#jaydick #jason todd #dick grayson #dc #fanfiction for the void

[slothquisitor]

We're Not All Dying Here

The brain is defeated and the world is saved, but it doesn't fix everything. Basically, I have a lot of feelings about how everyone is free of the tadpole, but Astarion is the one who loses everything. Major endgame spoilers. Astarion x Liv, 5k, hurt/comfort more than angst for once.

Also on AO3

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When Liv manages to pull herself out of the Chionthar, it is to a changed city shrouded in orange haze, the smell of battle still in the air. Buildings have crumbled, and there is smoke in the distance, but the bells are ringing in victory, and she swears she hears distant cheering. The Netherbrain is defeated, and she and all her friends still stand. She collapses on her back upon the wooden dock, sucking in deep breaths. Her mind is quiet at last, she can no longer feel the tadpole. 

It is an immense relief to be alone in her mind once again. The Emperor is dead, the tadpole too, and she is entirely herself. She will not be turning into an illithid. The very thing she sought to do months ago has finally been achieved. It doesn’t feel real. 

Astarion sits down heavily beside her, running a hand through his sopping-wet hair. “I…I can’t feel the tadpole. It’s gone - we’re free!” His voice cracks a little on the last word, excitement, exuberance, exhaustion, all wrapped up in one little word. 

Liv wipes at her eyes, still wet from the river, and pretends there are not errant tears mixed in. “We did it.”

“On your feet, soldier,” Karlach stands over her, holding out her hand. Liv takes it and is pulled up and straight into a bone-crushing hug. “We take our victories standing up.”

Liv nods to hide the way she sways a little when Karlach lets her go. She feels a bit unsteady, her limbs weak. She can’t remember a time she’s felt this drained of all magic, but also this alive. It’s a heady feeling, full of adrenaline and relief. 

“My powers…they’re draining,” Wyll says looking at his hands. “Just like Mizora said they would. A small price to pay, in the grand scheme of things.” His voice sounds a little lost, a little full of grief. They have all sacrificed so much to get here, to be truly free. Wyll’s father is alive, but for how much longer? 

Liv isn’t sure what to say, so instead she turns to survey the city. Jaheira pats her shoulder. “Well, this is a bigger mess than any we made in the good old days. My congratulations.” Pride laces the joke, and Liv wishes she had the words to say just how much Jaheira’s unrelenting faith in her has meant. 

There will be time for that later. There is nothing pressing at them on the horizon. No day to save or villain to take down. The adventure is over, but not everyone has been saved. Orpheus hovers nearby, a sense of accomplishment tinged with grief radiating off of him in waves. Even without the tadpole, she can feel the bright burst of his emotions. She hasn’t forgotten what was asked of her, what she promised. 

Even when my time in the prism stretched out like eternity - when escape seemed impossible - I never lost hope. I knew that my destiny was to liberate my people. To return to them triumphant. I was wrong. It seems that I can only fulfill one part of my destiny. My people will be liberated, but I cannot return to them. Not like this. You helped me destroy that abomination. Now help me destroy myself. You must kill me. Orpheus kneels, draws out his sword and holds it out to her. 

She doesn’t want to do this, even as she takes his blade. She grips the blade awkwardly. She is not a fighter. 

Orpheus hasn’t noticed, is instead looking past her. But first, Lae’zel, I will have your promise. Carry my hope, carry my burden. Call my dragons, Quulos and Quuthos, and ride to the Astral Sea. Destroy Vlaakith, release our people. Be our future and our legacy.

Lae’zel bows her head solemnly. “It will be done. I will never be free while my people are still bound by Vlaakith’s chains.”

Orpheus nods, eyes falling shut as he squares his shoulders. Enough talk - give me my freedom. Freedom from this form.

She was the one who asked him to do this, who gave her word, but she wishes there was any other way. “Are you sure?” Orpheus still seems very much himself. Perhaps he could still live a life, still help his people in some way…but it is not what he wants.

Orpheus glares up at her. Release my soul to the Astral Seas while I still have one to call my own.

The tears threaten to fall, but she will not let them. Because they are not for him, not really. She barely knows this githyanki prince who sacrificed so much and saved them all. Still, she wishes things were different. She did not flinch away from his transformation and she will not flinch away from the consequences of her choices. She lines up the blade, resting it against his heart, and then plunges it into his chest. It’s strange, how easy it is to take a life. How little effort it takes. She has long since stopped counting the lives she has taken, the stories ended by her hand. Even though he asked for this death, and changed to an illithid willingly, Liv knows she won’t ever forget this moment where she had to look her own weakness in the eyes and kill it. 

Gith’ka tavkim krash’ht, Orpheus whispers as he falls. She doesn’t know what it means. She hopes it is a comfort. There are many things she regrets, but she cannot seem to find it in herself to regret not being the one to turn. She’s not sure what that says about her, who it is exactly she has become. 

She scarcely has time to think before Lae’zel steps forward, voice raised to the sky, calling the dragons. She turns to her as one lands beside the fallen prince. “I can never forget you. Your name will be etched in our slates. You will be called Mla’ghir - liberator.” And then Liv is pulled into another hug. It’s stiff, uncomfortable, even. Lae’zel has only one arm around her, as if she’s unsure about this display of care and affection. But as Lae’zel pulls away she’s smiling. “Live well.”

“Good luck, Lae’zel,” Liv manages. 

And then Lae’zel is off. Riding up into the sky on the back of a red dragon all triumphant glory against the orange haze of the sky. Other dragons with their githyanki riders follow suit, portals opening within the sky above the city. It’s a strange sight, but then, what hasn’t been today?

“Well, the crown is in the depths of the Chionthar. Perhaps that’s where it should stay, or perhaps I will give it back to Mystra, as she asked,” Gale says, watching the rushing water of the river. 

“And here I thought I’d have to talk another friend out of godlike power,” Liv says, attempting humor but only sounding tired. 

Gale looks away from the river and gives her a smile. “If our time together has taught me anything, it’s that there are things in this world far more valuable than power. I’m sure Mystra will summon me soon enough, but until then, I propose we celebrate our victory the mortal way - with a drink in hand and reckless abandon in our hearts.”

“Oh…I could really go for a meal…and a drink,” Karlach agrees. 

“We should see if the Elfsong is still standing,” Astarion suggests. He tosses a brilliant grin her way, and his eyes are bright with excitement. He’s beautiful, even waterlogged, it’s rather unfair. 

She realizes then what he has likely been marveling at for several minutes: he is standing in full daylight on these docks. Perhaps…perhaps some of the parasite’s gifts were permanent after all. “You-” Words fail her. 

He shrugs off her awe with a hand on his hip and a jut of his chin. “I honestly don’t care what we do, once we get….ow!”

Astarion raises a hand to his cheek, flinching as if he has been burned. “What the - oh gods. Oh no. Well, it was nice while it lasted…” his skin is blisters and cracks, and Liv’s heart breaks. For several horrifying seconds, he doesn’t move, doesn’t react, just watches the burning of his hands.  “Argh! I’m sorry, I-I have to go!” He’s running then, stumbling up the dock in search of shadows.

Liv is already giving chase, cataloging any spells she might be able to use to help, and trying to figure out if she has any magic left for them at all anyway. But then, she hears Karlach cry out. The sound stops her short…because of course: her engine. Responsibilities to both her friends and their suffering war within her. She tells herself Astarion will be alright for the moment, but Karlach will not. So she stays.

Karlach is doubled over, clutching her chest. “Engine’s finally cooked. Held on just long enough.” Karlach is drenched in sweat, each breath is a labor, but somehow she is still smiling through gritted teeth. “So, how’d I do?”

Liv doesn’t want to accept this. Now that the brain is defeated she was supposed to have time to fix this. There’s got to be a way. She kneels down beside Karlach. “You were spectacular in every way. As always. But I need you to hang on, I can still cool you down, we can find Dammon. You’re going to be okay.”

Karlach reaches out, grasping Liv’s shoulder. “I adore you.” Before Liv can answer, flames emerge between them, the heat almost unbearable. “I never gave up. I did my best. I did my best.”

It sounds like she’s trying to convince herself. Liv leans forward. “Karlach, hang on just a little longer. Please.”

But it seems like Karlach hasn’t heard her. “It’s the one thing I can’t beat, isn't it? I wanted to live. In my city. With my friends. Gods…goodbye, sun. Goodbye, sea.” And then Karlach turns the full force of her orange eyes on Liv. “Goodbye.”

And there’s nothing Liv can do, nothing she can say. 

“No! Stop,” Wyll calls. “I won’t allow this. Karlach, you’re coming with me - back to Avernus.”

Karlach’s face is twisted in pain. “You can’t…you…”

Liv seizes this moment. “Give me a year - just a year. See if I can make some headway. If I can’t…then you pick the time and place, and I’ll be there. I promise. You’re not alone anymore, Karlach. It’s not forever. Just to buy us time.”

“So? What do you say? Die here, now, or live on with the Blade of Avernus at your side. Zariel won’t touch you. I swear it, Karlach.”

Liv holds her breath, waiting. Hoping her friend chooses life. 

Finally, Karlach nods. “Fine. I’ll go. Wyll. With you. But we have to go. Now. I can’t hang on much longer.”

“Thank the gods you’ve seen sense,” Wyll says as he rushes to her side. He smiles when he looks back at Liv, magic already swirling around their feet. “Our next adventure awaits!”

And then they too are gone, and Liv is alone.

Except…she isn’t, really. Shadowheart, Gale, Halsin, Jaheira, and Minsc remain. Perhaps they will all go their own way now too. She’s not sure she’s ready for that. 

Their group is quiet for a long time, as they all look at the place Karlach and Wyll had stood. As they all consider their dwindling numbers. 

Halsin is the first to speak. “Come, we should find Astarion.”

Oh gods, Astarion. So much has happened so quickly, that Liv has scarcely had time to catch her breath.

“I think he ran this way,” Liv gestures up the docks, already breaking into as much of a run as she can manage. She prays he made it somewhere safe. She has lost enough today, she can’t bear to lose him too.

***

Astarion pulls his knees closer into his chest as he leans into the shadow beside the crate he’s managed to find. The shadow is a slip of a thing, barely large enough to shield him from the sun’s rays. It’s been a very, very long time since he’s been burned by the sunlight this badly, but he can already feel the blisters and cracks in his skin knitting back together. His healing abilities are back at least, small comfort that. He has had far worse pain than this, but in this moment, those memories are distant things. The pain of the present, the pain of now, demands his full attention. No amount of telling himself he’s had worse seems to distract from the persistent, burning throb. 

But it will pass. 

And he will remain here until nightfall. Then he will go to find his friends and Liv and finally celebrate her victory. She did it, and he’s so fucking proud of her. The perfect heroic sacrifice had been placed before her as if it had been tailor fit to her and all her many insecurities. And she had done what she wanted instead. And the world was still saved. Gods, she better remember that. 

He supposes this is his victory too, but it doesn’t feel like it. Not here. Alone. These docks are filthy, and they reek. And that was before a giant brain was destroyed over top of them. He’s going to need a very long, very thorough bath after this. And maybe a criminal he can drink dry on the way to the Elfsong. He’ll feel much better once he’s not cowering behind this bloody box, anyway.

But there had been a moment there…where he had believed that his ability to walk in the sun was permanent. The parasite was gone, but there he stood on the docks with his friends. It was…it was an impossibly perfect moment. It was gone just as quickly as it came, but for a moment, it had existed. And it had been beautiful.

He is free, and the world is saved, but he is still a vampire spawn. He leans his head against the rough wood of the crate and lets the disappointment wash over him. There was, as ever it seems, a tiny part of him that believed this ending would be just like all of those adventure stories he’s been consuming these last months. In those stories, everyone gets the happy ending they deserve: curses are removed, lovers ride off into sunsets, and friends are reunited.  

It feels safe to admit it now, to admit it here at the end of all things, that he had hoped that if he was played the part of somewhat heroic adventurer well enough…that maybe he’d get a little something too. He’s fought side by side with heroes, killed monsters, solved murders, conversed with gods…and he had hoped for something in return. Nothing too much, no, just…this. But that is not the way of the world. That is not the way of his life. He really should know better by now. He curls deeper into the shadows to which he is once again chained, and tells himself that this isn’t a defeat. 

“Astarion!” 

He straightens upon hearing his name, is rewarded with a burn on his cheek for his trouble, and he resituates himself in the shadow. The voice sounded like Liv’s, but it was far away, so it’s hard to know for sure. 

He waits a moment, wondering if he will hear it again. Perhaps he imagined it completely. It’s been a long day after all. 

“Astarion!” 

There it is again. Not imagined. Only this time it’s Gale’s voice calling, and he knows even his delusions aren’t that cruel. His friends - they’re looking for him. 

He’s not sure why, but he never expected it at all. He should have, probably. Liv is far too good, too kind to leave him here on this dock. But he’s not sure that he wants her or their friends to see him like this: cowering beside a crate on a filthy dock that reeks of fish. He’s not sure he wants them to see what he’s become. The tadpole made him exceptional, still a spawn, but better. With it gone, he has been reduced to what he was before as if this little adventure of theirs hadn’t happened at all. He’s hardly in the mood for celebration, and he considers how easy it would be to stay here, to hide. He’s rather good at hiding, after all. 

He could simply remain quietly here, and they will pass on by. He’ll rejoin them later, or at least find Liv - he’s not so sure about the rest. There’s a certain amount of shame rising up within him. He doesn’t want to sit here on this dock until nightfall, but something about needing a rescue now, after all they’ve done makes him feel unacceptably fragile.

“Astarion!” Liv’s voice calls, closer now. There’s a hint of panic in her voice.

He sighs. Now, that won’t do at all. He didn’t realize she’d be worried. And suddenly his plan to remain here and alone vanishes. 

“Over here, darling!”

He hears her footsteps drawing nearer, and then she’s peering around the crates, green eyes wide with concern. She looks immediately relieved upon seeing him, and now he feels like an asshole for not immediately answering her. He sees her take in the scene, him scrunched up in this scrap of shadow, and her brows knit together in a different sort of worry. 

“Astarion, I am so sorry,” she says before pulling a scroll out and casting darkness above the whole area. It’s a simple spell, but the fact she uses a scroll speaks to just how drained she is, just how much of her magic she poured into the fight today. She turns and yells, “I found him!” 

 “We knew this would happen,” he replies, waving her apology off with his hand. She is genuinely sorry, he can see that, but he doesn’t want it. He unfolds himself from the way he’d been sitting for the last half hour, stretching out sore limbs. 

Liv shakes her head. “No, I…I was right behind you, but then…Karlach’s engine…” The words trail off. 

Oh. “Is she…” Astarion asks, afraid of the answer. 

“Wyll convinced her to go to Avernus with him while I look for a fix…but it was a near thing. And bad timing. I didn’t mean for you to be all alone… I meant to follow…”

Karlach in Avernus…with Wyll. How very interesting. Liv has been asking for time, for the opportunity to solve that particular problem for a while now. She finally has it. Good. 

“I understand. It’s alright.” And he means it. He never expected anyone to come after him, and of course, she had to stay for Karlach. Liv had promised to be with her till the end, and Liv doesn’t break her promises. 

“I-” Liv begins, only to be interrupted. 

“There you are!” Gale says as he and Shadowheart round the corner of the crate.

Shadowheart is already approaching him, hands held out. “Let me take a look at you, I’m not entirely spent.”

He holds up a hand and leans away. “Thank you for the thought, dear, but I do think I’m fine.” It’s true, he can barely feel the burns now. 

“Look Liv, it is just as Boo said! You shouldn’t have doubted we’d find Astarion,” Minsc booms. 

He meets Liv’s gaze, and without a hint of irony shrugs. “You really shouldn’t have ever doubted the miniature giant space hamster.”

The joke earns him a tired smile, before she sighs and sits down. “When will I ever learn? You’ve always got to trust the miniature giant space hamster.” 

The rest of their friends join them on the ground, seemingly content to wait until nightfall. Gale spends at least fifteen minutes overexplaining how if he wasn’t so drained from the fight with the Netherbrain he could adjust the darkness spell to follow Astarion around. Jaheira and Minsc bicker about old battles and the destruction left in their wake, Halsin and Shadowheart continue to insist that they can offer him healing, but he can’t seem to do much beyond looking around at all of them with a sort of disbelief. Eventually, Liv’s gaze meets his across the space, and while their friends talk and bicker around them, he knows she feels the same sort of disbelief. They are here, and they are not alone. 

It’s not long before the sun sets, and what remains of their group limps their way through the quiet, rubble-strewn streets of Baldur’s Gate. It’s a long walk to the Elfsong, or perhaps it just feels that way after the day they’ve had. As they walk, Liv slips her hand in his, and he is reminded of another evening they walked these streets hand-in-hand, how they wished for simpler days. 

They hear the Elfsong before they see it. Music pours out of doors and windows thrown open to the warm night. The block the tavern sits on looks relatively untouched, even the Baldur’s Mouth building, which really is a pity. The energy emitting from the Elfsong is a somber, desperate sort of celebration. The people of the city have survived something they don’t fully understand, but many seem determined to celebrate the victory anyway. 

Astarion isn’t sure that he’s particularly interested in a celebration anymore, but he knows if he simply disappears, Liv will follow. So he resolves to put up with the celebration for at least an hour or until he can find a moment to sneak away without her noticing. 

As their group enters the tavern, it is filled with many familiar faces. Harpers, Fist, and Guild members alike. At one point, a man jumps on a table and yells, “It’s the heroes of Baldur’s Gate!” Their group is immediately swarmed by people thanking them, handing them drinks, and pressing a touch too close for Astarion’s liking. Originally, Liv sticks close to him, seemingly trying to provide a buffer between him and the insistence of the crowd. When it becomes clear that most of the attention is focused on her, Jaheira, and Minsc, she pulls away with an apologetic glance. 

“There’s a corner over there that looks rather unoccupied. I think we could claim it,” Gale says, voice tinged with exhaustion. 

Astarion doesn’t need to be told twice, but he waits for Halsin to go first. The crowd parts easily for the gigantic druid, and Astarion follows in his wake, glad to not have to force his own way through the crowd. In two hundred years, he’s not sure he’s ever seen the Elfsong quite this crowded. 

“Quite the party,” Shadowheart comments as she sits down at the table. 

“Doesn’t seem so much a party as an excuse to get extremely inebriated,” Gale says, watching a group of swaying Fists who have decided to sing a rather bawdy tune very off-key.

“People’s friends and family members were turned into mind flayers before their eyes today. To witness such an act against nature, to have to kill someone you once knew…they deserve a little celebration,” Halsin says. 

“And so do we,” Astarion says loudly, as a full tray of drinks arrives courtesy of very grateful citizens.

He finds entertainment for a while, as he sits in the corner watching his his companions awkwardly accept thanks and gratitude. People absolutely stumble over themselves, treating them like they’re some great heroes of the realm. Astarion supposes they sort of are. His best efforts to brush off anyone that seems too below his notice is met not with offense, but a joking sort of laughter, as if he must be kidding when he tries to be dismissive. The more empty words are heaped over to him, the more the party becomes tedious and decidedly unfun. He’s surprised by how little he wants to be here with all these people. It’s a chaotic revelry, shouldn’t this be exactly what he wants? Exactly what he enjoys?

But it’s doing nothing for him this evening. He’s annoyed by the empty praise and the genuine gratitude. Honestly, he doesn’t give a shit about any of these people. He might have helped save the city, but he hadn’t done it for them. Not really. But he can’t say any of that, even if he wants to. 

So, he slips away at the first opportunity. Hugging the wall to avoid having to wade through the thick of the crowd. He catches sight of Liv on his way to the stairs. She is all smiles beside her brother, talking animatedly to some important-looking person he doesn’t recognize. Liv is finally getting the sort of recognition she deserves. He’s barely made it to the the second landing when he hears his name.

“Don’t tell me you’re sneaking up here and not taking me with you,” Liv says, rushing up the stairs behind him. 

“I didn’t want to pull you away from your adoring public,” he says with a smile and an elaborate gesture back downstairs. 

“I’ve been trying to find a good excuse to sneak away for the last twenty minutes,” she admits. “I thought this would be the sort of chaos you’d enjoy.”

He shrugs. “Just as surprised as you are, darling. But go, enjoy. I’ll be up here, cleaning up, resting, and generally trying to ignore the very loud party ongoing downstairs.”

“How would you feel about some company?”

He pauses, pretending to consider. “I could be persuaded. Don’t you think that two heroes of Baldur’s Gate have probably earned themselves a free private room though?”

Liv grins. “Even if they haven’t, I know where they keep the keys, and I will threaten to fireball anyone who tries to stop me. I need a night of sleep that doesn’t include Minsc’s snoring.”

“Can you even cast a fireball right now?”

Liv tilts her head. “Are you wanting to find out?” 

He laughs. “Absolutely, but I’m rather more interested in the other things you can do…”

She shoves him playfully before heading back down the stairs. “I’ll be back,” she says over her shoulder, smile brilliant. 

He can’t help the grin on his own face. It’s over. They’ve survived. While he waits, he slips into the large room they’ve been sharing with their companions and quickly grabs a few of their things before returning to the hall. 

A moment later, she returns triumphant, key in hand. “No fireballs necessary?”

“Not at all.”

“How disappointing,” he replies with a grin. 

“Saves energy for my other talents,” she winks as she unlocks the door, revealing a small, rather cramped room. There’s a bed and a tub and a desk, and not a lot else. But it is theirs for the night. 

He shuts the door behind them and then reaches for her, pulling her into his arms. She fits against him easily, warm and steady. He breathes her in letting the familiarity, the sense of safety, wash over him. It’s over, and they’re here, and he’s grateful. 

She pulls away first, and he restrains his disappointment, but she doesn’t go far, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek. He leans into the soft touch; her eyes are soft. “Are you alright?”

“But of course,” he replies automatically. “The brain is defeated, and we’re being hailed as heroes of the realm, why wouldn’t I be alright?”

She gives him a knowing look. “Because you can’t walk in the sun. Because we’re free, but you’re the only one who lost something.”

“I won’t lie, I had rather hoped that some of the protections would be permanent, but I wouldn’t change a thing. I’ve gained so much more than I’ve lost,” he says. He means it. “I’m free of the parasite - free of Cazador. I’ll never be in someone’s power again, and all it cost was my life in the sun. Now, I belong to the shadows.” 

“We’re going to find a way for you to walk in the sun again,” she says the words, so earnestly, so sure. He wants to believe them. 

“You - do you think it’s possible? I suppose there is a chance. And if there’s a chance, no matter how small, I’m going to take it,” he says. She is still full of surprises, even now. “I can’t help but notice that you said ‘we’...Is that what you want? Is this what you want? I would understand if you wanted to go your own way.”

He doesn’t expect her to walk away now, but there is something about offering a way out, about making sure this is her deliberate choice that is important to him. And despite feeling like he already knows her answer, a tiny bit of anxiety rises, as if he needs to hold his breath for her answer. 

“I’m sure. I love you,” she says. 

He laughs. “Good because selfless as I am, I really didn’t want to let you go. We’re rather excellent together, you know.”

She presses onto her tiptoes to kiss him, and he wraps his arms around her tightly, holding her to him, anchoring them both in this moment. He’s still not entirely sure he believes this moment is real, that the danger has really, finally passed. Sometimes he worries he will close his eyes and find himself back at in the kennels, in that wreck of a house, all of these adventures some waking dream. And yet…her lips are soft and gently insistent, pulling him back to here and now. 

Liv pulls away with a wrinkle of her nose. “We are both in desperate need of a good bath.”

It’s true. “And then?” 

Liv pauses, some emotion rising in her. Her eyes glisten a bit, but she’s smiling. “Whatever we want.”

And there it is: freedom. 

#astarion #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #astarion x liv #bright lost things #slothquisitorwrites

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Apologies I haven't posted the next scene, life's been busy but it should be coming soon, but for now I'll leave a preview of it for y'all, though things might change depending on Tumblr's word count limit and wether or not I decide to also post this on AO3.

@luimagines . It's not complete at all yet but once again, thank you for all your work in the fandom and go check them out for the original prompt.

Preview to Opening Act, Scene IIII

The hooded and masked figure twitched, head listing lazily to the side, unhurried, as if bored or maybe dissapointed as they sighed apathetically, it gave you gooseflesh, but you dared not move an inch, struggling against your own limbs and with the Shadow at your back, "You know I wouldn't have taken the heroes of Hyrule for liars and oath breakers, and also against the laws of hospitality. Shooting arrows and magic at your host within their own home? For shame! Didn't your parents teach you better?"

You could see how each of the heroes bristled, but seeing crimson beading against your unwilling, trapped skin stayed their blade, though that did not stop Legend from snarling up at the hidden figure, sipping tea as if it was watching an incredibly entertaining play, "Oath breakers? That's rich coming from you! You said we could stay here safely and then leave once the storm was over!"

"And you attacked one of our first." Added Warriors, his tone as glacial as the winter winds, enough to freeze anyone down to the marrow.

They incline their head, voice distorted, the screaming echo of scavengers like nails on chalkboard and as refined as a well curated blade, "True, though I never said you'd all leave unharmed, did I? And you didn't keep your end of the deal either." Their tone goes dryer, as they throw the tea cup away without a care in favor of throwing their hands up, as if it was the Chain being unreasonable and not the person who presumably did something to Shadow and Hyrule's own Shade, you can see Sky barely keeping his grip on an enraged Four, "Besides! I didn't attack them, they kindly volunteered to go up stage on their own. You're all so up in arms for something that's part of the performance, a little injury is a small price to pay for the bit."

"A 'little injury'?! I doubt they'd try cutting off their own hands for a BIT." Stressed Hyrule, in response to that, the cloaked person shrugged.

"I mean a little disarment never killed anyone."

Wild looked seconds from firing another arrow, teeth gritted and bared as Twilight sent a furious glare to the one perched atop the stage, just above the lights, ready to knock them down and crush you if needed be, "I'm pretty sure it has, actually."

"Anyway! You're all so caught up on semantics, by the Three, so uptight. Does having the splinters so far up there not sting?" they glanced at the Shadow, the obsidian and granite lizalfos glancing back at them before hissing at Time, ready to lunge, teeth stained with Director Raven's blood, "This the kind of tough crowd you have to deal with? Yeesh, no wonder you yap more than a kicked dog at times." They turn back to the Chain, clapping their hands, "In any case, let's make another deal, shall we? I'm a playwright of my word, you could leave your little friend here to become one of my actors and go on your merry way."

You swore you felt your heart stop, blood rushing in your ears, you barely caught the sharp glint of a hollow smile beneath the crow shaped mask and their next words, "Or! If you're really that attached-", they send you a bemused look, "Can't see why but hey," shrugging, they continue on, unrelenting like a hunting wolf, "You can act instead. I'll send you all into different tales and should you finish them in accordance to the script, I may let you just leave without too much of a fuss. No catches." They point to the Shadow, "Can't make any promises for that one though, it's a solo act you see, if anything I'm just lending the venue."

"And if we refuse?" Probed Time, you could see the gears turning in his head like clockwork, trying to find a way to swing this in everyone's favor so you all can get out alive.

The vulture in crow skin only smiled wider, "Then none of us gets them and you die here, I'll let the Shadow tear you apart to it's void soul's delight, and kill them on the spot." The blades press against your arms against your will, and you twitch, trying to wrestle control back and only getting pain for you troubles, muffling a yell, "Maybe put them in a soup and make jewelry out of the bones that I don't reuse in a broth, I'd look pretty dashing in a crown." They giggle, unhinged cruelty into every word as they clap their hands, voice rising to a screeching crescendo, "Oh oh! Or just roll them down a barrel filled with spikes on a hill, or make them dance and dance and dance on hot iron shoes until they drop dead! Haven't decided yet, so many choices, so little time. It's almost enough to leave me hot and bothered."

The true owner of the theater sighed, longingly hugging themselves before turning a cold, hard tone to the heroes, "You sure you want to risk that?"

#linked universe au #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #linked universe fairy tale collection #linked universe fairy tale au #linked universe theater au #? #it'll do #the chapter itself will come eventually