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solarmorrigan · 4 months
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omg I'm obsessed with your latest "don't fucking touch me" prompt. Would you continue it?
Hello! I know this is actually from earlier in the week than the one I answered a couple of days ago, but I was saving it because, while I don't exactly have a continuation, I do have a little stobin interlude I wanted to share
I'm still working on the "fix it" part of this idea, but at least in the meantime Steve gets a hug?
[Part 1]
It isn’t unusual for Steve to show up at Robin’s house well after any reasonable guest would come knocking. It isn’t unusual for him to do it by climbing the side of the house and knocking on her window (she hasn’t told him that her parents don’t really care anymore if he’s there in the middle of the night; she figures the physical activity counts as some kind of jock enrichment). Unfortunately, it isn’t even unusual for him to appear out of the dark because he’s upset.
What’s more unusual is the way he sits silently on her bed after she’s let him in, the way he’s almost folded in on himself, the way he won’t quite meet her eyes – as if there’s anything he can or even needs to hide from her.
What’s fucking unheard of is the way he starts crying when she pulls him into a hug, his face pressed to her shoulder and his arms wrapped around her waist like she might disappear if he doesn’t hold on.
Robin doesn’t even understand what’s happening at first; she can feel Steve shaking against her as she rubs a hand up and down his back, but when his shoulders start to heave like he’s having trouble drawing in breath, a cold bolt of uncertainty lances through her gut. She tries to pull him back to look at him, to see what’s wrong, but she only gets him far enough away to hear one very quiet sob before he’s hiding his face again and she realizes–
“Oh. Oh, shit– okay, this is happening. Okay.” Robin resolutely does not panic as Steve sobs into her shoulder, even though crying isn’t something Steve does (not that Robin’s ever seen, and she’s seen Steve through a lot); instead, she goes back to rubbing a hand up and down his back, bringing her other up to pet his hair, and tries her best to project literally any kind of comfort. “Okay, you’re okay – well, you’re obviously not okay, but I’ve got you. You can just let all this out and when you feel up to it you can tell me what’s wrong because you’re kind of freaking me out, but not until you’re ready, okay? I’ve got you.”
She feels maybe her success is mixed, but Steve doesn’t complain and he doesn’t seem to be made more upset, so she can’t be doing too badly.
All told, Steve’s breakdown is unsettlingly quiet. Robin tries not to think about why he can cry so silently, and instead focuses on finding the transition from actively sobbing to sniffling and trying to catch his breath. The next time she tries to pull him back, he lets her, still not quite meeting her eyes and automatically bringing a hand up to wipe at the tear tracks on his face.
Robin has seen Steve all manner of beaten and bloodied and bruised, but somehow, sitting here in her room, still half-curled into her space with his face blotchy and wet from crying, she thinks this might be the most upset she’s ever seen him. She can only imagine what’s happened to cause it – at least until she can get him to tell her.
“Get it all out?” Robin asks, as gently as she’s able (she’s never been great at gentle, but Steve’s used to her by now, she thinks he’ll get it).
Steve shrugs, but then gives a little nod.
“Okay, so here’s what we’re going to do: I’m going to give you some tissues so you can clean yourself up, because I love you, but I’m not going to wipe your nose.” This gets a congested laugh from Steve, and Robin allows herself an answering smile. “Then I’m going to go downstairs and get you something to drink, and then you’re going to tell me what’s wrong, because I am this close to being seriously alarmed.”
“Sorry,” Steve says gruffly, ducking his head, moving to pull away.
“Nope, we don’t do sorry here, nothing to be sorry for,” Robin insists, grabbing Steve by the shoulders and keeping him close. “I just want to know what’s wrong, okay? I want to help. So here.” She shoves the box of tissues from her bedside table into Steve’s lap and gets up with one last squeeze to his shoulders. “I’ll be right back.”
Robin slips out of her room and sneaks down to the kitchen (her parents don’t really care about Steve’s late night visits, but they will be grumpy if she wakes them up), poking around quietly for some kind of suitable post-breakdown sustenance. She ends up with a bottle of Gatorade from the fridge and a half-eaten package of Oreos from the pantry – the late night snack of champions, she decides.
Back up in her room, Steve has shucked his sneakers (no shoes on Robin’s bed, it’s a cardinal rule) and settled himself up against the pillows; his face is dry and his eyes aren’t as red, but the tiny smile he gives her when she passes over her spoils still makes him look just as sad as before. Still, Robin valiantly lets him get through half the bottle of Gatorade before she elbows him gently in the side, demanding answers.
“Right.” Steve caps the bottle and rolls it nervously between his hands, watching the highlighter fluid yellow slosh around inside. “So, uh. You know how I’ve been seeing Eddie?”
Robin’s heart sinks. “Oh, shit, did you two break up?”
“Actually, it turns out…” Steve clears his throat. “It turns out that there wasn’t anything to break up. Apparently, we’ve been friends with benefits this entire time and I’m just a delusional idiot who made up an entire relationship in my head. So there’s that.”
There is nothing Robin can think to say to that. There’s entirely too much to unpack, and none of it makes sense.
“What,” she finally manages, a little flat.
“Yeah, he said that, uh. I’m not the type of guy you have a relationship with, and that I’m hot, but I’m just a good friend, and we’re just having fun.” If Steve’s voice cracks on the last word, Robin doesn’t mention it.
In fact, she’s too busy being consumed by rage to really notice. “He said that to your face?” she demands.
Steve clears his throat. He won’t meet her eyes. “Not– not exactly.”
“Steve.”
“The guys were over, and I went out to get some air, and that’s… what I heard Eddie saying to them when I came back in,” Steve says. “So now they know how pathetic I am, too, which is. Great. That’s fucking great.”
The world goes still. Suddenly, everything makes perfect sense. Robin reaches out and squeezes Steve’s wrist. “I’m going to have to leave for a few hours, okay?” she says. “I have to bike down to the trailer park and fucking kill Eddie.”
In a flash, Steve twists in Robin’s grip and grabs her by the wrist in turn. “Don’t leave,” he says quickly.
“No, he doesn’t– he doesn’t get away with this,” Robin hisses. “He doesn’t get to do this to you and not face consequences!”
“He wasn’t trying to– I mean– I was the one who–”
“Are you defending him right now?”
“No, I just– fuck.” Steve lets go of Robin and shoves both hands up into his hair, grabbing and pulling. “I already feel enough like some fucking – loser reject, okay? I don’t want to be alone right now. Please just… stay.”
The rage doesn’t abate (if anything, there’s probably more of it), but Robin’s priorities do rearrange, and she settles back on the bed next to Steve. “Fine,” she huffs. “Munson gets a stay of execution.”
She pushes the package of Oreos into Steve’s lap and orders him to finish the Gatorade. She doubts if he’s going to escape tonight without a migraine, but dehydration on top of stress will only make it worse.
They sit quietly for a while, munching on cookies, shoulder to shoulder on Robin’s bed, before Robin breaks into the silence.
“You’re not a loser, Steve. You’re my best friend, and you deserve to be loved, okay?” she says softly, reaching over to wrap her hand around his wrist again. “And one day it’s going to happen. I’m choosing to believe in love, too.”
For a long moment, Steve says nothing. When he finally does speak, his voice has gone a bit rough. “If you make me cry again, I’m dumping what’s left of the Gatorade over your head.”
Robin snorts, squeezing Steve’s wrist. “There’s that mean girl I know and love.”
Steve laughs, too, small but sincere, and Robin takes it as a win.
Part 3
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victoria-grimesss · 8 months
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tear you apart - part I
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->Pairing: König x fem!reader
->Words: 2.2k
->Warning: sexual thoughts, use of Y/N, close proximity, and tension, eventual smut
->Summary: König is kinda mean, dark and a little possessive but it’s all in good fun! A new girl catches the colonel's eyes, and he won’t let her go. Inspired by my favorite song Tear you Apart by She Wants Revenge.
->A/N: please let me know what ya’ll think, this is my first time writing anything spicy so im open to feedback. Also my requests are always open :)
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The base is cold as it should be at this time of year, you transferred from the states to the Austrian KorTac base against your own wishes, you are a specialized stealth agent that the higher ups thought could be a valued member to the KorTac team. Wishing to be back in the sun but alas your new skies are clouded and mean.
It is what it is, you thought to yourself, lacing your boots, and emerging from your room. It’s always a weird adjustment process when you transfer to a new base, learning the way around like learning a new maze each time. The people were friendly enough although you didn’t know if it was because you were a new soldier or just because you were a new pretty face around that hadn’t heard any rumors about the seedy guys and their proclivities.
Altogether you have heard one rumor,
One big, tall, menacing rumor.
König
“The king”
Curiosity killed the cat and God help you, all you wanted was to know if what they said was true. Before you left for transfer you heard whispers when they found out where you were going.
“She’ll be miserable under his watch.”
“He’ll have her running laps and doing reps the first day for sure.”
“He’ll eat her alive.”
 “He’ll eat her alive.”
 Did these whispers make her shiver? Yes
Did these whispers make her restless? Yes
Did these whispers make her ache in anticipation? Absolutely.
 It’s been a long while since the last body occupied her bed, a touch a century ago, a kiss eons ago. All these fairy tales about this big, tall strong man that could throw her two football fields didn’t help her desperation at all.
She knew these thoughts weren’t appropriate, sleeping with a superior was frowned upon. He was probably married and happy, men like that don’t stay on the market for long. And from the stories she heard she obviously has no shot with him.
She rounded a corner from the barracks and exited to the outside courtyard, the air nipping at her skin. Dark clouds looms and the trees are barren of leaves ready for life anew. Approaching the main building the smell of sweat and metal entered her nose making way to the meeting room.
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The debriefing was the same as all the others, the captain explaining what to do and who goes where. She nearly fell asleep until the doorknob turned, that’s weird, usually people don’t barge into these things halfway through… unless they’re king of the castle.
He enters the room, his aura dominating those around him. His stature is something to behold, well over six feet of pure muscle. He could break me over his knee like a glowstick and I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it…
He stalks into the room greeting the captain, his voice it deep and dark and you want to hear more of it.
His gear makes him all that bulkier, his mask concealing his face and yea, if I were the enemy and I saw him running towards me I would definitely shit my pants.
He stands at the front of the room observing everyone in it and maintaining concentration on the presentation the captain is giving for the next mission. You try your hardest to maintain the same concentration but he’s just so tall and all the rumors are true he’s an enigma. You find your eyes drinking him in, from his shoes to the metal plates on his shins, to his..oh god… his broad broad shoulders. You imagine taking your hands and tracing over them feeling the thick muscles underneath his war-torn skin as you bring your hands lower-
 He shifts in place.
 Your eyes quickly dart away then to his eyes, his eyes locked on yours like a predator watching his prey.
You immediately break into a sweat, his eyes like a spotlight and they don’t move from you.
You look again to see if he’s still looking, he tilts his head a bit to the side and raises an eyebrow teasingly. Shit. oh no he’s hot. Like really hot.
Shifting in your seat, nervous beads of sweat dripping down your neck, the meeting is coming to a close and people start tucking in their chairs. König is still standing by the door, his eyes still locked on yours, I wonder what he’s thinking. I mean, surely if he’s a married man he wouldn’t be looking at me so hard….right? Maybe no one told him you were transferring so he’s just confused on who the fuck is this new girl in here I didn’t approve this. By now most of everyone has left the room, the projector is turned off, the map put away, the captain gone. You move your gaze to the floor and get up and tuck in your chair, clearing your throat, now realizing how eerily quiet the room is and you haven’t heard König make a noise since he greeted the captain. You make your way to the door, preparing to walk by him and out of the room.
An arm shoots out to block the doorway and you are forced to stop dead in your tracks keeping your eyes dead set on the long dark hallway in front of you.
“Your name soldier.” He barks, his voice smooth and dark like black coffee. The sweat beads up again and you know for a fact your face is growing hot.
“Y/N, sir.” You straighten your back and maintain my straight state.
He leans down. You can tell he’s looking at you and you raise your eyes to meet his and your heart is racing a million miles an hour and nerves are on fire you breath is uneven and you know he knows, I mean who wouldn’t be uneasy this close to him.
“I-I’m the transfer from the states sir, from the stealth unit.”
“I know who you are hübsches Mädchen, read your file. Approved your transfer myself.”
He replied, his eyes never leaving mine. He’s even more intimidating this close but something deep within you wants to reach out to him and quell this thirst for his touch.
“I appreciate you thinking me worthy to serve on this team, I won’t let you down.” You affirm with the little strength you have left. His gaze is piercing but intoxicating all the same.
He removes his hand slowly from the doorframe and straightens his back standing at his full height again. His begins again,
“Training at 0700 tomorrow morning be there, I’d like to see you demonstrate some maneuvers see if you need any additional training. I will be watching closely, do not disappoint me.” His arms are crossed now and he’s even larger than before.
“Yes, of course sir, I’ll be there.”
“I look forward to it.” His tone is light now, maybe even teasing.
You swear you saw him wink but maybe it was just the lighting and how it hit his mask.
“Well run along kleiner Hase; you need your beauty sleep after all.” He motions to the hallway and you take quick steps back to your room, cheeks still hot and breath still quick. It was going to be difficult to have him as your commanding officer.
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Sleep didn’t come easy, tossing and turning and thinking about the way König devoured you with his eyes made you sweat and frankly being that close to him and replaying that moment over and over again didn’t help with your insomnia. You thought of him a lot that night, more than once, enough to make your hand cramp up. By the time it was daylight you were running off 4 hours of sleep and a large coffee you picked up from the mess hall. You trudged your way over to the main building again where the gym and training room was, once again passing through the courtyard.
The trees are still barren, and you almost slip on the sleet left on the pathway cursing to yourself and hoping to god no one saw.
The gym smells musty, the air vents clearly working overtime since the gym has some activity. A couple groups of pairs work on sparing on the far side and others work out alone. You walk over to the mats and stand to the side watching the two pairs fight for the upper hand, takedown training great, you knew how to do it most of the time on missions you were equipped with a silenced pistol and other quieter tools. Stealth takedowns are your forte but it can’t hurts to get more practice with face to face takedowns.
The fight with the two are done and you were too busy thinking to hear your voice being called.”
“Sergeant L/N!, to the mat.” König barked, his authority shaking the ground, not the best first impression on training day.
You apologize quickly and step onto the mat, your opponent being someone a bit taller than you but not by much, a weight to weight equal, should be easy enough.
König’s eyes watch you as you grapple with the opponent twisting his arm and throwing him over your shoulder onto the mat, you brace your knee on his neck and apply a small amount of pressure, the opponent taps out. He won’t lie, König felt his pants get tight from seeing you work so effectively. Your work is certainly good, he won’t lie, taking down someone so easily.
“Again, another.” He barks once more, his accent thick.
You take down another three opponents, you clearly are growing restless from the muscle exertion and signal to take a break. König watches with amusement.
“A break? What if this was real combat kleiner Hase, will you beg your advisories to adjourn their dissatisfaction for you? Beg them for a time out?” By now he’s stepped onto the mat with you, today he’s shed the outer layer of his gear just wearing his mask and usual military uniform, he still looks just as hot.
“There’s no time for breaks out there as you know, and when you come up with a larger enemy you must be able to take them down as well.”
Fuck.
He wants you to take HIM down, your muscles are already weak from the last three fights he surly knows you’ve exerted yourself right? Right?!
“Go on schatz, I’ll let you make the first move.” His voice has an edge of teasing to it and you want to rip off his mask and see the smirk you know he’s displaying.
You huff
“Very well sir.”
You move to grapple his middle trying to take out his legs, he’s sturdy like a tree and you think if you can take out his legs he’ll go down like one. He budges only slightly when you hit on a pressure point and just when he’s moving and you think you’ve gain the upper hand he sweeps your legs from underneath you and has you pinned. Your wrists are bound by one of his hands above you head and he’s got both of his very thick thighs straddling you.
Your face grows hot at your defeat, especially all your other coworkers seeing it too. But it burns even hotter when he comes down close to your ear and whispers to you,
“You look very pretty underneath me schatz, so pretty when you are short of breath.” He laughs, that bastard.
You can’t admit it but your panties grow damp at his words and your body is on fire, although to those around you it just looks like you’ve over exerted yourself with a tad too much training.
König stand, his height from down here is astonishing. He reaches a hand down and lifts you to your feet but he’s so strong you accidentally collide with his chest before taking a quick step back. You mumble an apology.
“You fight well L/N, no doubt you will be a fine addition to this team. Although you will need to know how to take down large adversaries so I can help you with additional training of course.”
He holds his hand for you to shake it and you meet him halfway, his large hand grips yours and you get a flashback to feeling it wrapped tightly around your wrists, you shiver.
König’s gaze casts down upon you, no woman has yet to capture his attention the way you have. Many have tried. Thrown themselves at him in an unsavory manner, but you, oh you’re different. He admires the way you speak to him, although not many words have been exchanged between the two of you he prays there are more.
Your hair, your eyes, your body, all of it has entranced him and the moment he laid eyes on you, the others know. The way his gaze is steady and dark on you the others know you’re off limits. He yearns to learn more of you, to hear of your history as he strips your clothes off one article at a time under the dim lights of his office. He must be patient though. You are like a deer, scared in the spotlight and he must not spook you, he stands still until you come to him. For now he stares.
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luselih · 3 months
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( a/n - first writing post, it’s short and bad so, i apologize in advance- )
Gojo is such a type to use infinity when it’s raining, rubbing it in other peoples faces how he can’t get drenched by it, but when he hears your “does that mean we won’t share an umbrella together now or..?” in almost sad voice, he looks at you and after 5 seconds suddenly turns it off, making him almost to got wet but he quickly goes underneath your umbrella, his face close to yours as he kisses the side of your head, mumbling a tiny “i was just teasin’ them princess, i will always go with you” and you guys takes a stroll to his house, hand in hand <3
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citruslullabies · 26 days
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Hello!
I was wondering if you could write some shameless fluff for Dogday x reader just doting on each other and exchanging kisses/ words of praise after a long day while they settle down for bed ──★ ˙ ̟🎀 !!
Of course, dear!
Trigger warnings: none
Requested by: anonymous 🎀
Romantic/platonic?: romantic
Category: tooth-rotting fluff
Ship (romantic or platonic): Dogday x reader
Word count: 524
Our Warm Bed
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The house was filled with buzzing laughter all day after you came home from work. When it came to spring cleaning, Dogday was already cleaning when you came home but let you help despite his protests of you relaxing. The cleaning turned into teasing whether that be you chasing the canine with a vacuum cleaner or him splashing you with dish water, which led to more play than productivity. A yawn escaped your mouth before you even had the chance to recognize you were exhausted from your long day, which had caused Dogday’s ears to perk up before he chuckled.
“Are you tired, Angel?” He asked while he was folding some of your freshly cleaned work clothes. You nodded and chuckled, quickly wiping down the tables and ridding them of dust and clutter that he had missed earlier. “Yeah, but I'm fine. Let's just finish up these last few things and-” before the chance for the next of the words to even slip from your lips, a squeak took place of them instead once Dogday walked over and lifted you up as if you weighed nothing.
He looked outside the window and saw the stars painting the night sky, humming. “Let's finish up tomorrow then, alright? It's time for some rest.” He didn't allow you to argue, simply carrying you in his arms and holding you against his chest. He adored you, really - and you adored him. The two of you couldn't ask for a life any better than the one you had now, which was full of cozy moments like the one you're experiencing now.
He gently laid you down on your side of the bed and laid down on his side, humming with content as he firmly yet loosely held you, planting a kiss to your forehead. “You've worked hard enough today..” he said softly, and in response you scratched behind his ear and smiled at him.
“You act like you didn't do most of the cleaning.” You said with a chuckle, pressing the tip of your nose against his and letting your soft breathing mix and merge with his. The large dog's tail wagged happily, shifting the blankets off of the both of you a bit but it's not like Dogday wasn't warm enough for them to need it. The golden canine wiggled around a bit and pressed his fat head against your chest, hands firmly on your back as one leg was over yours as if he was a small dog that didn't take up more than half the bed. “You did a lot today too, Angel..”
“But you still did more, and I'm very proud of you.” You replied in a tone that was almost teasing without skipping a beat, peppering the top of his head in kisses and trailing them down his ears as well. You let another yawn crawled its way from your lips as you snuggled into your lover's warm embrace. Dogday simply squeezed you close as he felt his eyes flutter shut, happily settling into bed. “..Good night, Angel. I'm proud of you too..” he murmured before the two dozed off in each other's arms.
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hungharrington · 10 months
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okay but could you please write something about steve’s reaction to the reader thinking her boobs are too small for him? because i needed it yesterday and it’s all i can think about
foh sure my friend <3 fem!reader, 1k, MDNI this entire blog is 18+ other than that, enjoy <3
You don't want to be that girl. Digging up a partner's history and trying on comparisons in the mirror til you're sick with jealousy. You know you don't want to do this to yourself, you know that— especially when it always leads to bitter feelings and bruised self-esteems.
But... Steve seems to have a type, whether he realises it or not.
Dana Williams was at least a double-D cup. As was Cindy Prince and as was probably every other girl that Steve's ever gotten into bed with over his sprawling sexual history. Everyone, of course, except for you.
But hey, you're pretty certain you have the tiny, tiny insecurity under wraps. That you can keep it from ruining the budding relationship between you and Steve that is so good, that tastes sickeningly sweet with how well he treats you.
That is, until you're pressed up against the leather of his backseats, his hot mouth kissing yours, hands wandering up higher and higher up your midriff. You don't even notice you do it — freeze up on him — til Steve is pausing, pulling back from you, panting.
"Y'good?" He asks, licking his lips. He checks your face properly, trying to get a read on you. "Everything okay?"
You nod with a hum, trying to settle the nerves alight under your skin. You don't need to be nervous, really, you know Steve wouldn't be so cruel as to dislike you over something so trivial as small boobs. But it doesn't quell your insecurity like you hoped. You still worry what he might think when his hands start wandering again.
Satisfied with you nod, Steve surges forward again and his kiss finds your neck, suckling sweet little marks into the side of it in a way that has you sighing lustfully in his ear. He nips at your neck perfectly, lips hot and teasing, making you squirm —you arch your back into his chest with another soft sigh of his name, your desire boiling hot.
"Mm, feel good?" Steve murmurs into your skin heavily, just as his hand slides up to your chest. You feel your body recoil just an inch as insecurity blooms a mile wide in your mind and in an instant, Steve is halting, again, pulling back from you. His brows pull together, his concern evident on his face as he searches your face.
"Hey, if you don't want—"
"No!" You interrupt, shaking your head. "I- I definitely want to. Believe me, I really want to." You push up and connect your lips with his, a soft and deep kiss that Steve melts under, getting your message across. When it breaks, Steve looks relieved but still, his eyes search yours desperately.
"Then... what?" He looks around the car, looking for the apparent thing bothering you that he can't spot. "Is it the place? I promise no one comes out here but- but we can go somewhere else if you want? Maybe back to—"
You kiss him again, strong and sure and Steve gives a sweet little hmph! against your lips, his hands on your waist gripping tighter. You pull back but stay close, your nose brushing his and can't help but grin. Steve always looks so flushed with love after you kiss him; cheeks glowing, lips pinker than ever... Your stomach does a flip as he regards you with such ardent desire.
"Okay, okay," He nods, a bit breathless. "If it's not any of that..."
He trails off, leaves it open ended for you to answer and you resist the urge to squirm away from the question. It feels silly now, even more silly than worrying about it earlier all alone in your head. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip and decide to just be out with it.
"My boobs!" You exclaim, louder than you intend.
Steve's eyes widen a bit. "Your boobs? What- what about them?"
As he speaks, his eyes drop to your chest and there's no mistaking the hunger that creeps in to his gaze. Not so subtlety, one of his hands moves to adjust his jeans as his eyes move back to your face, waiting.
"They're small." You say in explanation. Steve blinks, head tilting to the side an inch in confusion. "Too small," you say, voice a little smaller. "I know in the past you- well, I don't know but I, uh, I figured that—"
"Woah, woah," Steve butts in, expression a little bewildered. His hands on your waist grow a bit surer in their grip and he tugs you closer, the two of you pressed against one another. "Firstly, Steve Harrington is a lover of all boobies. No matter the size."
He's smiling but you can tell he isn't making fun of you; no, in the way Steve speaks in earnest, tone soaked in seriousness, you know he means it.
"Secondly," He begins, leaning in close, dropping a kiss on your neck. He kisses his way down, lips scraping along your collarbones as he does, pulling back just enough to speak. "I like these boobies," he skims the underside of one with his thumb, enough to make you inhale sharply. Steve grins. "Because of the girl attached to them."
A laugh bursts out of you and Steve lasts only a second longer before he's laughing too, lips curved into a grin against your skin. "That sounded so much better in my head." He admits bashfully.
"That's okay," You say, running your hand over his hair soothingly, even as another laugh titters out before you can stop it. It turns quickly into a gasp as Steve's hand shifts up again, palm covering your tit as his thumb rubbing over your nipple that peaks up in interest. He's already back to his lazy kisses on your chest, still traveling lower and you can't deny how good it makes you feel. The fire in your belly burns hotter.
"Gonna let me show you?" He hums, fingers pinching your nipple in a way that makes you keen. His other hand shifts up, reaching to tug your shirt down — but he pauses before he gets anywhere, still checking. He gazes up through his lashes, big brown eyes pleading for longer taste of your skin and you nod, breathy and hot.
"Good girl," He purrs, pulling your shirt down further, his kisses following suit as he begins to suck the first of many little lovebites onto the skin of your chest. Writhing beneath him, moans pouring from you as your cunt gets wetter and the windows get even foggier yet, it takes only a matter of minutes before you find it quite hard to recall any insecurity whatsoever...
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little-pup-pip · 4 months
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hihi fren! can i have a primary color board, lots of red n yellow, with an 80's theme? thankie!!! oh and add dinosaurs plz!!
Here you go!!
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so-long-soldier-writes · 10 months
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Do You Believe in Soulmates, Darling?
poly!mikaelsons x reader
summary: after waiting a thousand years to find their soulmates, the mikaelsons find it in mystic falls. one thing though - they all share the same lover. | request
word count: 7k (I don’t know how this happened)
tags: soulmates, fluff, human!reader
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It is Kol that sees you first. He is standing in the town square, observing how people are in the twenty-first century, and how much has changed since he’d last been undaggered. He hadn’t really planned on being out that day, but Klaus was getting unruly in the mansion, needing quiet time to paint. Kol wasn’t in the mood to be on the receiving end of his anger again, so he scurried out the door and decided to explore the town. 
It’s peaceful and no one bothers him. No siblings, nor vampires, nor townspeople. For once, the inhabitants of Mystic Falls mind their own business. 
By nearly three o’clock, he still occupies the square. Klaus was probably over his anger hours ago, but Kol finds he quite likes the scene. Despite enjoying the time away, though, he knows he should go home soon before a sibling catches up to him. One cannot escape the family for too long; that’s the blessing and curse of family. With a sigh, he stands up to leave, sparing one last glance to the park before him. 
Thank god for that last look. Had he not taken it, he wouldn’t have noticed you. That would be a missed connection never known, but to secretly haunt him forever. 
You, with your gentle smile as you look at the girl to your left. The way your eyes roll at something she says. The way you walk gracefully towards him, though he knows that’s not where you’re headed. Suddenly, something inside him wishes it were. Something fluttering in his chest; something that starts to beg for your attention. He stares at you as if his gaze would somehow attract yours. 
“Are you daft? Kol! Hello?!” None of the words register to him. However, the swift hit to the head does. 
Kol whips around to see his sister. Her hands open to him in frustration. 
“I’ve been calling you for ages, standing right beside you. What are you even looking at?”
“Nothing,” he says, almost stutters. 
“Certainly not nothing to have your attention like that.” Rebekah scoffs, then tries to follow his line of sight.
By then, you had dipped into a store. Kol secretly curses his sister for the distraction. 
“That bird over there, you were seeing?” There’s a bluebird standing where you just were.
“No.”
“Then whatever in the name of-”
“Just a girl, Bekah. So like I said, nothing.”
“Oh? A girl’s caught your attention?” She snickers, “tell me, is she pretty?”
“Can you bugger off?”
“Why don’t you just answer?”
“Because I-” he stops upon seeing you again. You and Caroline tumble out of the store laughing, clutching onto each other’s shoulders. He listens to the words he sees leave your lips. 
“That was so weird,” you mutter.
“People here are so strange sometimes,” Caroline agrees with your statement. 
“Because you what?” Rebekah’s voice cuts back in. When Kol doesn’t answer, she follows his gaze again. “Caroline Forbes?”
“No, the girl beside her.”
A tease is prepared on the tip of her tongue, but upon seeing you, it’s gone. The two Mikaelsons are quiet for a moment as they watch you and Caroline continue to laugh. 
“My, she is pretty,” the blonde finally admits. “Go talk to her.”
“Do you really think it’s wise for me to go over there with Caroline Forbes right there?”
“Well if you don’t now, you could lose her forever!”
“Or I could lose my life when her blonde friend rips my head from my neck!”
“You never know until you try.”
“I think I have a pretty good idea what will happen if I do that.”
“Caroline won’t kill you because then she’ll lose brownie points with our brother.”
“Fair point, Bekah, but-” He’s interrupted by two ringing phones. Specifically, his and his sister’s. “Bloody hell. Almost went all day without a summoning.”
“Who’s calling you?”
“Klaus.”
“Elijah’s got me. Guess we have to go back now. Wish your pretty girl farewell.”
Kol rolls his eyes at her words. He steals one last glance at you before following his sister to what he hopes isn’t some new brand of chaos. 
◇◇◇◇
“So is it true?” You turn to your best friend.
“What?”
“That Klaus has a thing for you?”
She slouches in her next few steps, “really?! Y/N! As if I hadn’t had this conversation so many times.”
“Well, is it?”
“Ugh. I don’t know! I think he does, but trust me, I don’t feel anything for him back!”
“Aw,” you joke, “why not give him a chance? He could be your soulmate for all you know?”
She lets out a sharp laugh, “no way! In fact, Klaus has no soulmate, and do you know why?” She doesn’t give you a chance to answer before saying, “because I don’t think he even has a soul.”
“Caroline!”
“Am I wrong?”
“I- I don’t know, I’ve never met the guy!”
“Well good. Avoid him. He can be charming, I’ll give him that, but it doesn’t take away the fact that he’s a killer.”
“He can’t be that bad. We’ve all killed once or twice.”
“First of all, yes, he is. Second, no, we haven’t. I have. You have not, and that will stay that way.”
“Maybe I have, you don’t know that.”
She snorts, “You’re too sweet for that. And besides, even if you have, you’d tell me right away with your guilty conscience.”
“I do not have a-”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
“Fine, I might. But don’t mistake that for me not having fire, because I can assure you, I do.”
“Oh I know you do. That’s what makes us such good friends. But you need to remember that you’re human, so you still need to be careful.”
“I know, I know!”
“Which includes talking about Klaus, because he could be listening.”
“Sorry,” you try to hide your smirk, “I won’t ask about the big bad vampire again.”
“Good.” Caroline’s not at all convinced that this’ll be your last question about them, but at least it’ll be the last for today. 
Ever since the Mikaelsons have arrived in Mystic Falls, you’ve been curious about them. It’s hard enough keeping you out of the Salvatore drama, but that difficulty increased tenfold when the original family came into play. With you and Matt being the only two humans left in the friend group, they’re very protective of you. You, even more-so than Matt. Matt’s met most of them by working at the grill, but the girls do their best to hide your existence from the four siblings. They all swear that if they ever find you, nothing good would happen. 
◇◇◇◇
“You two have been out all day, where could you have possibly gone?” Elijah questions as soon as he sees his two youngest siblings enter the mansion. 
Kol already has his answer ready, “well seeing as Klaus was about ready to kill us all this morning, I decided it would be in my best interest to get away from him.”
“He’s been steady since one. It’s past three now.”
“Lost track of time, I guess. Tell me, what is it you wanted?”
“Why? Have something to get back to you?”
Rebekah, who had left to fetch a glass of bourbon, replies, “yes, actually. I was quite occupied before you called.”
“You two? Together? Sounds like a recipe for disaster,” the eldest raises his eyebrows. “Hopefully not planning a kill in the square?”
“On the contrary, dear brother. But unfortunately for you, it’s none of your business. So again, what is it for which you called?”
“Ever so fiesty, Rebekah. Worry not, we just wanted to make sure you weren't starting anything."
"What? That's it?"
"What kind of older brother would I be if I don't check up on my younger, more troublesome siblings?"
"You called us both home for that?"
"What’s got you so bitter, sister? Mystic Falls isn't so interesting that you should be so upset."
"Not to you, but this time, we actually did find something interesting, thank you!"
"Oh, do tell, Rebekah," her other brother asks as he fetches his own drink.
"Doesn't matter now that we'll never see her again," Kol mutters, sharing an annoyed look with the blonde.
"Her?"
Rebekah glares, "yes, a girl. But Kol's right, doesn't matter." She swallows down the rest of the liquor in one gulp.
The two eldest brothers are too confused to question further. Kol takes this as a chance to retreat to his room, while Rebekah, after one more look at Elijah, leaves to hers. 
"What girl could have stolen the attention of our two siblings so quickly?"
"Doubt there is one at all. They just wanted a reason to get away," Klaus snaps with a tone full of anger. 
Elijah detects a hint of jealousy, but says nothing. Nor does he share about his curiosity for this supposed girl that infatuated them both. 
◇◇◇◇
Two days later, you’re spotted in the square again, this time, by Elijah himself. At first glance, he makes no connection between you and whomever his siblings saw, but rather takes in the sight of you. You are sitting by the fountain, legs crossed on the cement, and a hand reaching into the water. A stack of books are in front of you, the one on top open, and a notebook to your left. You pay no attention to them, though, and keep your eyes trained on the small waterfall. The sight of a human so seemingly relaxed in such a busy and perilous town has him unable to draw away his attention. He watches you carefully from the square’s metal bench, far enough that you could not catch his eye. 
Only a mere five minutes pass before you have company. A girl Elijah recognizes - April Young - touches your shoulder lightly. You turn to her with a smile as she starts to speak. Curiosity kills him, so Elijah tunes in to listen. 
“If someone finds you out here, they’re not going to be happy.”
“I don’t care, April, I’m so bored. I can’t be inside all day just because they’re scared I’m going to encounter vampires.”
“Shh! You know they could overhear you, right?”
“It’s fine! They have no reason to hurt me, I’m just minding my own business.”
“They don’t need a reason to hurt anyone, Y/N, they just do. They drink blood, remember?”
“Okay, sure, point taken. But since I apparently have a team of protectors, I should be fine, right?”
“Yeah, but-”
“And, hey, you’re human. Why are you allowed to talk to them? Who’s the girl again? Rebekah?”
“Y/N, be quiet! Yes, I talk to them, but it’s because they found me first and dragged me into all this. And Matt’s been dragged in almost since day one. You haven’t been discovered by them yet, and we all need to keep it that way.”
“So boring! I want to be in on the fun.”
“It’s not fun, Y/N. I’m serious. None of them will be gentle if they find you; they’re all dangerous.”
You sigh, giving up on arguing with the girl.
“You know what they say, ‘curiosity killed the cat’,” April says.
“Okay, but they also say, ‘satisfaction brought it back’,” you finish, eyebrows raised. 
April rolls her eyes, “stay out of it. In fact, I’m texting Caroline right now that you left your house if you don’t go back right now.”
“I’m not going back, I’m studying here.”
“Study at home.”
“No.”
Immediately, she starts to dial Caroline. In an instant, you pack your books back into your bag. “See you later, buzzkill.”
The girl hangs up, but doesn’t leave until you do. You know better than to try and win a fight against both of them, so you head home, missing the square already. 
Elijah knows he shouldn’t follow you. Caroline could be on her way; April’s in the distance. Yet, he can’t watch you walk away, either. He must at least know your name, or else it might kill him. At the very least, he could compel the conversation out of your mind as soon as he hears it. 
He waits until you’re alone to approach. Probably not the best way to do it, but he doesn’t know how many there are keeping you hidden in your supposed “team of protectors”. And this way, it would be easier to compel, should it come to that. So, as you travel down the sidewalk, humming to yourself, he suddenly calls out to you,
“Excuse me, miss.”
You turn quickly towards the voice. Your breath catches in your throat at the sight of the handsome stranger. “Um, hi.”
“I mean you no harm, but I saw you in the square just a little bit ago, and I have to know your name.”
You hesitate, unsure if you should give it.
He continues, “I know this is quite random, but I truly do not wish to frighten you. I saw you by the fountain, unbothered by the world around you. The screams of children, the barking of dogs, but nothing disrupted your focus from the gentle flow of water. I could tell it brought you peace, and I could see the secret you harbored to jump in and enjoy it. It was beautiful, not to mention the beauty that you are, yourself. So, apologies if I am crossing a line, but I can’t help but wonder what name to put on this delicate soul that has imprinted on my own.”
You stare at him, speechless from his words. Never has anyone said such beautiful things to you, and in such an alluring accent, no less. 
“My apologies, love. I fear I have said too much.”
“N-no! Forgive me, I’ve just never had a man tell me I’m beautiful before.”
“That is quite a shame. Sure they just have never told you out loud.” He walks closer to you, feeling a bit more confident that you’re not afraid. 
A blush rises to your cheeks, but you’re still unable to form a response. “I-I, um… Y/N. My name.”
He repeats your name, tasting it on his tongue. “Lovely name. Lovely name for a lovely girl.”
“Thank you. And what’s yours, may I ask?”
Elijah hesitates. It hurts his heart knowing he’ll have to compel this conversation from your mind, but at least, he can give you his name before he does. “Elijah Mikaelson.”
“You- you’re a Mikaelson?”
“Afraid I am.” He scans your face for fear, which he wholeheartedly expected. However, nothing. 
“You’re the first I’ve gotten the pleasure to meet. I’ve been curious, I’ll admit, but my friends tell me to stay away,” you pause, “which you probably found out from my conversation with April a few minutes ago. Oops.”
“It’s alright, love. I won’t tell a soul of your secret.”
“Thanks,” you smile, “I hate being cooped up in the house all day. You were right - I did want to jump in that fountain.”
“You should’ve. I bet the joy on your face would have been unmatched.”
You swallow hard. You’ve never been good at taking compliments. Especially not those given to you by a handsome man who has lived long enough to see thousands of beautiful things. Never would you have expected to be one of those things. “I think I should’ve, too.” 
Suddenly, you get a text. In a brief glance, you see it’s Caroline. “Oh crap.”
“Is everything alright?”
You sigh, “it’s Caroline, asking me to send a picture of myself in my kitchen, with an egg in my hand, and a spoon on my head. I guess I have to go.”
“Such an odd request,” he wonders out loud.
“She likes to put me up to things like this to prove I’m at home. It’s something I won’t have in my pictures already, and have to do that instant. If I don’t get it done in five minutes, she comes over.”
“Well I guess I better let you leave, then.”
“Unfortunately, yes. But I liked meeting you, Elijah.”
He smiles, “you too, Miss Y/N.” He steps forward and takes your palm to kiss it. In a deep breath before he starts to compel you, you suddenly interrupt him. 
“Wait! I’m way more than five minutes away. Crap! She’s gonna catch me.”
He shouldn’t offer. He shouldn’t know where you live. Yet, the idea of you getting caught out of your house worries him. He may never see you again if that happens. “I could, perhaps, take you home? Could get you there much quicker than if you were to walk.”
“You would do that?”
“I owe you that little, being the reason you might get caught otherwise.”
You blush at the thought of him picking you up, but try to force it away. “If you don’t mind.”
“Of course.” He picks you up bridal style, and before you know it, you’re on your porch. 
“Thank you.” You smile, then check your phone. “Oh, shoot! Two minutes left.” You’re quick to unlock your door and throw it open. “Come in and help me find an egg!”
Surely you know the rules about those words pertaining to vampires and one’s home, yet you said them without hesitation. You didn’t stick around for him to question you, either, and instead ran to complete the quest. Slowly, he tests the entryway, and enters with no resistance. He then finds you in your kitchen digging through the fridge, then pulling out an egg. As quickly as you can, you take a selfie and send it to Caroline. 
“Whew!” You breathe out, then notice him, “hi.”
“You completed your challenge?”
“Hopefully! But she might still come by because it was April that called her.”
“So I should probably leave.”
You bite your lip, not wanting him to go. 
“Y/N?”
“Hm?”
“Why did you invite me inside?”
“Because I needed you to find an egg. Which I found myself, so thanks,” you joke.
He smiles, but only for a second, “I’m serious.”
“I don’t know, I trust you.”
“Why? I’m a Mikaelson. The very family that your friends told you to avoid.”
“Well maybe I don’t like being told what to do. And maybe you don’t seem so bad to me.”
“I would like to prove your feelings right. I wish I could.” He says truthfully, catching your eyes. 
You start to look back, but then his words hit you. I wish I could. You straighten, then look away from his gaze. “Don’t compel me.”
“What?”
“Don’t you dare compel me to forget this. I don’t want to forget this. I don’t want to forget you. You, or your smile, or the things you’ve said. Please don’t take it away from me.”
“Y/N-”
“Please.”
He takes a deep breath. It must be done, but he hates it. He doesn’t want you to forget. In fact, he wants to know you deeper. “I have to.”
“No, you don’t. I won’t tell, I promise. If anything, compel me to never forget.”
“Y/N-”
“‘Lijah, don’t.” 
The nickname you’ve already given him weakens him. It renders him unable to finish the task; there’s no way he can force himself to compel you now. “Alright.”
“Wait, really?”
“If you’re sure you want to remember, but you’re sure you’ll never tell.”
“I promise. And I won’t say that I invited in a Mikaelson, either.”
He chuckles, “that would be wise.” He kisses your hand again. “I hope to see you again, Y/N.”
“You too. And thanks for taking me home.”
“Of course, love.”
After he leaves, you collapse on your couch, head swirling with thoughts of him. The words he said: how he described your time at the fountain, the beauty he saw in you. His own appearance: kind eyes, small wrinkles under them from a lack of sleep or hundreds of lifetimes lived, or both, a perfectly neat suit, the dark blue ring fitted on his finger. The way he watched you take Caroline’s picture with a smile on the edge of his lips. How he kissed your hand gently as a parting. 
Your cheeks are hot with blush, not to mention the heat you feel throughout your body. Butterflies are alive in your stomach. It all makes you feel so silly, but some part of you whispers that it’s love at first sight. 
◇◇◇◇
The minute Klaus hears the door open, he’s already yelling, “another sibling spending hours out and about in Mystic Falls. Where in the bloody hell have you been all day, Elijah?”
Elijah enters the room to find Klaus standing beside another painting, while the two other siblings sit on the couch. All three have glasses of bourbon and are sipping carefully. “What’s going on?”
“For once? Nothing. We all just happen to be here.”
“Where have you been, Elijah?” Rebekah turns around in her seat to question him. 
Before he can answer, Klaus chuckles, “let me guess! Out with a girl. You only wear that smile when you’ve found a girl to fancy.”
“Niklaus, I have not-”
“Oh don’t try, I’ve known you for a thousand years!”
“Better not be my girl, mate,” Kol mutters, though his tone isn’t rough like Klaus’. 
“Your girl is my girl, too, Kol. Remember that.”
“Heaven’s sake, you all are idiots.” Klaus turns back to his work, ignoring the three. 
Elijah ignores him right back, and instead looks down to the others. “Describe this girl you saw. Everything you remember.”
So, Kol and Rebekah do. Everything from your appearance, to the sound of your voice, and to the way you walked. The more they described, the more it sounded like the ‘you’ Elijah was with all day. When he admits this, their faces pale. 
“There’s no way all three of you idiots have fallen in love with the same girl,” Klaus mutters, still listening despite his annoyance. 
“It’s happened before, brother. Remember Mary?”
“I remember, Bekah, but that doesn't mean it’s plausible to happen again.”
“I think it is entirely plausible,” Kol admits, “in fact, I think this goes deeper than it did with Mary.”
“Whatever are you talking about?”
“Something draws me to her. And it’s like I know her, yet I don’t at the same time. Do you guys feel this too, or is it just me?”
“No, I definitely feel it,” Elijah says, “and spending time with her today felt so natural. Like it was something I could never tire of.”
“You three sound so stupid. Talking like this girl, that two of you have never actually met, is your soulmate or something.”
“Well maybe you need to see her, Klaus. You’ll be in love instantly, I promise.”
Klaus rolls his eyes one more time at his youngest brother before going back to his painting. He refuses to admit the curiosity he feels towards you, and instead plays on animosity. His siblings don’t give up, though, and continue talking about their feelings for you until they all part to go to bed.
The following day, Elijah, Kol, and Rebekah actively seek you out in hopes of inviting you to dinner. They spent the morning planning that they’d find you and convince you to come over, where they could all gain your trust and get to know you better. The difficult part of this was getting you alone to talk. Elijah had warned his siblings about what you had said and told them to keep a close eye on their surroundings. He did also mention how excited you were to meet a Mikaelson, though, and said to use this to their advantage if one of them finds you instead of himself. 
So, in three different parts of the city, the siblings fan out and keep their eyes peeled for your presence. Shouldn’t be that hard to find; they’ll just follow the pull of their hearts. 
◇◇◇◇
For ten minutes, you’re able to sneak away, just long enough to visit your favorite store on the street corner. After meeting Elijah yesterday, the thought of being stuck in your house all day sounds miserable, and you are prepared to risk your friends’ wrath to see him again. Granted, inside the little shop is probably not the place you’d find him, but being out in the open at least makes it seem possible.
You are looking at a row of necklaces when a man comes up beside you. You don’t see his face, yet he doesn’t seem threatening to you, so you’re not too worried. 
“That color would look beautiful on you,” he says aloud. 
“Me?” You glance around to see if he’s talking to someone else.
“Yes, darling. I mean you.”
You blush instantly. “Thank you.”
“Let me get it for you.”
“Oh, no, I couldn’t. It must be expensive!”
“Not a problem for me. I happen to come from a well-off line.”
“Oh do you now?” You turn to face him fully. “And what line would that be?”
He smiles at you, then plucks the necklace from its place and brings it to the counter. Immediately after buying it, he’s fastening it around your neck. “As expected, you look beautiful.”
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“How could I not? It was made for you.”
“You’re too kind.” You reach your hand out for him to shake, “Y/N L/N.”
Instead of shaking it, he presses a kiss to the back, “Kol Mikaelson.”
He watches your eyes light up, just as Elijah said they would. “Mikaelson?”
“So you’ve heard of me?”
“Heard of you? Definitely.”
“And I heard you met my brother yesterday. God, he would not stop talking about how beautiful you are.” 
You blush deeper at the thought of Elijah talking about you to his family. Either that, or it’s because Kol’s still holding your hand gently. You’re not sure. 
“Say, Y/N, would it be possible I could invite you to dinner? I would love to get to know you better, and I know Elijah would love to see you again. Bekah, too, has a curiosity.”
“I, um…” you so desperately want to, but fear your friends finding out. “I want to, but I don’t know if I can.”
“If it’s Caroline Forbes you’re worried about, I bet we could fake an alibi.”
“It’s not just Caroline, it’s all of them. But, if we could think of a good enough alibi, I bet I could escape for a little bit.”
“Perfect, I will let my siblings know. This is our address, but if you need one of us to pick you up, my number’s on there, too.” He slips you a piece of paper. “I look forward to seeing you again, darling.”
“I do, too, Kol,” you smile. 
With one last kiss to your hand, he disappears from sight. 
You show up on the Mikaelsons’ porch at seven in one of your best outfits, playing with your hair nervously after ringing the doorbell. When the door swings open, the girl - Rebekah - is on the other side. 
Before you can greet her, she looks you up and down, “wow… you are gorgeous.”
The redness rises back to your cheeks, “thank you.”
“No wonder my brothers are smitten with you.”
“Don’t lie, Rebekah,” Kol’s voice rings through the house, “you know you are too.”
She rolls her eyes, “come inside, dear. We promise we won’t bite.”
You follow her into the house, smiling as you pass the threshold into the mansion. “It’s beautiful in here.”
“Not as beautiful as you, darling.” 
You’re starting to pick up on the affectionate nicknames that each gives you. Elijah calls you ‘love’; Kol calls you ‘darling’; and Rebekah just used ‘dear’. It’s one thing that they’ve all called you beautiful, but they all have nicknames for you, too. If they get any more romantic, your heart will flutter right out of your chest. 
Just as you think that, they do. Elijah and Kol both kiss your hands as they greet you, making you weak in the knees. 
“Thank you for coming, love. I’m glad you could join us.”
“Thank you for inviting me. About that alibi, Kol, I’m gonna need it tomorrow. No doubt I’ll get some kind of spoon-on-head, one-nail-painted-black kind of challenge that I’ll fail, and have to find an excuse for.”
The boy laughs, having been told by Elijah about Caroline’s antics. “We will certainly come up with something. But for now, are you hungry?”
“Yes, actually. And I’m excited to know what you guys eat when you’re not drinking blood,” you joke. The giggle fades out once you see the kitchen table, though. From end to end, it’s covered in dishes. “Holy crap.”
“Only the best for a woman such as yourself,” Kol sends you a wink. 
Rebekah pulls a chair out for you. “Stick around, and you’ll find we actually have quite the appetite for more than blood.”
“Oh that was just a joke,” you say, afraid you’ve offended her.
“No worries. I know it was.”
Soon, you’re all seated, except for the head of the table. “Um. Don’t you guys have another brother?”
“Niklaus, yes,” Elijah smiles at you, “he’s painting at the moment, but he should be here shortly. I apologize for his absence.”
“It’s okay! I was just curious.”
Speak of the devil, Klaus enters the room not a minute later. Elijah gestures to you immediately, introducing you. Klaus, still skeptical as to why his siblings are so obsessed with you, has a threat prepared that sits on his tongue. The three wait for it to come out, expecting it, and ready to defend. However, as soon as he looks at you, his mind is wiped of all things foul and offensive.
“Hello, love,” he says instead. 
All four of you are caught off guard. The tension in the room was thick; you were expecting an insult, too. Not to mention how Caroline speaks so poorly of the man. 
“Hi,” you respond, voice smaller than you’d like, “nice to meet you.”
“You as well.” He sits down with a newfound attitude towards you. “Tell me, how do you like Mystic Falls?”
After you answer his question, the five of you talk for the next two hours, sharing every bit about yourselves. They learn how you’ve lived in Mystic Falls your whole life, and have barely traveled out of the town. You discover they were born in Norway, but were turned in this very town, some thousand years ago. You find common ground in the parents’ department, none of you having the best relationships with your parents, especially your fathers. Though you get a glimpse into the abuse that they all faced from their father, and feel an indescribable rage towards the man you’ve never met. This part of the conversation helps you understand each of them better, including how that fear and anger has made them into one of the most dangerous families - a term they admit describes them well.  
“Dangerous,” Rebekah says, “but fiercely protective over those we love.” 
“Quite exactly the reason we are so dangerous,” Elijah adds to her statement, “we will do anything to protect whomever we love.”
Hearing the word from their lips makes your body shiver. A thought passes through your head wondering if you’d ever be someone that they’d protect that much. Something deep in your soul tells you that you already are. 
After the childhood topic, conversation moves onto lighter subjects. Everyone’s favorite foods, shows, and pastimes are shared. You learn the birth order of the four siblings in front of you, and discover that there’s three others not present. One of them, alive, but so disgusted that they’re vampires that he refuses to associate with them. This, in turn, gets a truth out of you, 
“Well you don’t have to worry about me, I think vampires are sexy,” you say before covering your mouth. Too much wine, you suppose. “I mean, I just think they’re cool. There’s a reason the gang tries to keep me in the dark about everything that goes on in the town.”
Eyes go wide, but maybe for the sake of your embarrassed gesture, the topic moves onto the so-called perfect group of miscreants. After, it shifts to your alibi that will be used to explain your disappearance. 
“You were bored and went to a restaurant to study. Lost track of time,” Kol tries his best.
“Ran to the store for a much needed grocery trip,” Klaus provides after his brother’s failed idea.
“Or,” Rebekah rolls her eyes, “you just fell asleep.”
“Watching a movie and falling asleep,” Elijah finishes, “so that you have about an hour to be engrossed in the movie, but then you nod off into a deep sleep.”
“I think Caroline would buy that. She always does get after me for not answering immediately.”
“Perfect,” Klaus concedes, “now I would like to know more about what you think makes vampires so sexy,” he says, smirking at you. 
You blush for a second, but then can’t help spilling the truths stacked on your tongue. 
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After that night, you stay in contact with the Mikaelsons, and even visit their mansion for several more dinners. In time, you find yourself getting close with each one. Most nights, Rebekah walks you home, and always kisses your cheek before leaving. Sometimes, too, she’s in your kitchen, making coffee or tea when you wake up. Kol visits you everytime Caroline puts you on “house arrest”, and tries to help you study to the best of his ability. That, or he distracts you completely, begging you to watch a movie with him instead. You almost always give into him. Elijah keeps up his charms of kind words and gentle touches. The moment he learns what your favorite flower is, he brings you one every time he sees you. 
Between the siblings, Klaus is the least trusting and the last to give into his desire to know you. Though the more he sees you with the others, the more jealous he becomes, and eventually, he cracks. His first gesture towards you is a painting of you standing in the Mikaelsons’ ballroom. He says he could picture you dancing in it, someday, in a beautiful dress made tailored just for you. After that, he’s now just as smitten as his siblings. 
You love being with all of them, separately and together. One thing though - you find your heart being torn in four different ways, and it scares you. You can’t break one of their hearts, nor do you want to, but there’s no way you could be with all of them. Look how that went for Elena and the Salvatores.
Oh, and speaking of Elena… you still haven’t even told your friends that you’re even hanging out with the Mikaelsons, much less that you’re in love with them. You feel bad keeping secrets from them, but you know how they’ll react if they find out. Even if you can prove the family has been nothing but kind, they’ll be overprotective and most likely try to ban you from seeing them entirely.
“Maybe I can just tell one of them,” you wonder out loud one night. Tonight was easy to get out of your house; everyone went to the grill to drink and you played the ‘too tired’ card. Little did they know what you were actually going back to the family’s mansion.
“Who would you start with?” Rebekah asks from behind as she plays with your hair. 
“Caroline, maybe? I’m closest to her. But with Elena, I could use the excuse that she’s dating a vampire who’s almost just as dangerous.”
Klaus scoffs playfully, “almost as? Love, he doesn’t come close.”
“Well I know that, but some people think he’s pretty dangerous.”
“Oh he certainly is. But when it comes down to it, my family will always come out on top.” 
You remember the conversation from your first night meeting them. How you wondered if you’d ever be one they’d fight to the death to protect. Klaus answers this for you now. “Like we said before, we protect those we love. That includes you, little one.”
Your eyes snap up to him. “Me?”
“Isn’t it obvious? We open our home to you; share our deepest and darkest secrets. We don’t do that with just anyone. There’s something different about you.”
“He’s right,” Kol comes beside you on the couch to sit down, “you’re one of us now.”
Elijah clears his throat, a little worried the two will scare you away, “if you’re comfortable with that, of course. Do not feel pressured in any way. We will not be upset.”
As he’s talking, you reach your hands out for Kol to lean against you. The youngest boy does, putting his head on your shoulder, while you wrap your arms around his neck. “Pressure? No, I don’t feel pressured. I love hanging out with you guys. I love-” you pause, blinking. You’re not sure what to say. 
“Y/N?” Elijah starts. 
“I’m… I don’t know… I’m confused, and I feel awful for it, but I… I don’t even know what to say.”
“What’s wrong, girlie?” Rebekah kisses the top of your head gently. The boys focus their attention on you fully. “I promise, whatever you say, you don’t have to feel awful.”
“Bekah’s right, you can tell us anything.”
“I just… I love you guys. I love being with you all as a family, but then, I don’t know, I love you all separately, too.” They say nothing, so you continue. “And it’s not just a friendly thing, either. It’s like blushing, butterflies in the stomach, wanting to be with you kind of love. Which would be okay if I fell for only one of you - well, actually, it wouldn’t, because then I’d hurt the rest of you - but it’s not just one. I love all of you like that.”
Elijah’s first to speak. “Why do you think that would be wrong?”
“What?”
“Why is that a bad thing to you?”
You stare at him, “I can’t have a thing with four different siblings. That’s crazy, right?”
You can’t see her face, but Rebekah’s smiling wide. “Are there any rules when it comes to love?”
And before you can answer her, Klaus follows up, “crazy pretty much defines this family, I don’t know what you’re worried about.”
“Hold on,” you put up a finger, even more confused, but now for a different reason. “You are all okay with this?”
“We may have had a talk,” Elijah says, sitting down, “the night after you first came here. You see, we’ve all shared lovers before, so this is nothing new to us. However, usually they rotate. Start with Klaus, move onto Kol, have a fling with Bekah, start something with me, and then they go. But, as you’ve heard us say plenty a time, you’re much different.”
You nod, “so what was the talk?”
“Well, dear Y/N, none of us can quite keep our feelings about you to ourselves. Nor do we ever think we could tire of loving you.” Elijah’s slow and cryptic talk is making you antsy. Apparently, it’s frustrating Kol, too.
“Do you believe in soulmates, darling?”
“Soulmates? Um, ish? I mean, Caroline and I used to entertain the idea as kids.”
“Would it be absolutely crazy to entertain the possibility that you’ve met yours? And perhaps it to be in the form of four siblings to whom you’ve just admitted your love?”
“I-” slowly, it hits you. His words sink into your head and your heart at the same time. A fire burns, heating your palms, reddening your cheeks. 
“Because polyamory was a thing with the Ancient Greeks, though it’s not too common anymore. But then again, here you have four siblings who love you just as dearly. In that same ‘butterflies and a warm feeling’ that you described.”
“I, um…”
“If you had let me explain it, you wouldn’t have scared her,” Elijah chides his brother. 
“You were taking too long. I’ve been waiting a thousand years to tell this girl I love her.”
Hearing the three words finally broke the dam. Whatever fear you did have melts away instantly. “It’s okay,” you mutter. “It’s clear to me now. I do love you. All of you. As crazy as it sounds, I can’t deny my feelings; I don’t want to. I love you.”
Immediately, Kol spins around so he can kiss you properly. You kiss him back, relaxing into his hands which hold onto your face. As soon as he breaks it off, Rebekah mutters that he needs to move, and then she kisses you, too. 
“I just have one question,” you pant, out of breath from the excitement. 
“And what is that?”
“How do I know this isn’t going to end terribly, like how Stefan and Elena’s relationship did ever since she fell in love with his brother?”
“Because,” Klaus zips across the room to put less distance between you two, “we all love you and are quite capable of sharing. We’ve lived thousands of years together, and have been looking for you for thousands more.”
“Besides, there’s this cool thing called communication that we do that the Salvatores like to ignore. Take it from someone who’s slept with both,” Rebekah adds. 
You crinkle your nose at the information, “no more sleeping with Salvatores.” You pull her back in for another kiss, “you’re mine now.”
When you let go of Bex, Klaus steals his turn, and then Elijah. It’s a little overwhelming, but your worries are overpowered by how much love you feel from them, and by how much you want to give them in return.
After you all settle down, you let out a giggle. “I had nearly given up on the idea of finding my soulmate. Little did I know I’d be so lucky to have four.”
“Not as lucky as us,” Elijah claims the last word, “to have found our girl after thousands of years of searching.”
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willowsgrl · 1 year
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Perv eddie corrupting innocent reader into thinking they are a couple- he gropes her and makes her let him touch her because it’s what “couples” do he says that everything they do is find because they are boyfriend and girlfriend and only boyfriends and girlfriends do these kinds of things + all of a sudden Eddie is apparently dating the shy new girl..everyone’s confused and a little concerned but she’s so happy she finally has a boyfriend + even though Eddie is a perv he still has feelings for her- borderline obsession with her innocence
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Oh absolutely, when people first took notice was when they left school together and he was ushering her toward his van. Nancy was the first to spot them, calling on Robin to take a look.
"I thought you said she was sweet? Sweet like ...doesn't know how babies are made kinda sweet?!" Robin asked, referring to an earlier conversation. Nance huffed and dragged robin towards Steve's car.
It wasn't long before all the rumours started, Eddie was basically glued to your side in all fairness. Robin, and Nancy made their feelings towards the whole thing perfectly clear being the only people left in their school who were willing to be her friend now she had been so heavily associated with the freak. Her reputation was dead as a doorknob the second she walked through the cafeteria doors wearing one of his band tees tucked into her cute little shorts. She always tried her best to explain to the girls that Eds was sweet to her, always making her feel good and that it's okay that he touches her in the manner he does cause he's her boyfriend and thats what boyfriends do!
Robin was catching Steve up on everything during a Saturday shift at the video store. He'd met her a few times but never long enough to have a proper conversation.
A ding of the bell alerted them to the door, and what do you know, the pair walked in.
"Speak of the Devil.." Steve huffed.
"Go choose whichever you like, babygirl, tonights all about you." Eddie winked as he spoke, and gave her peachy lil ass a tap as she ran off. He walked to wait by the counter, begrudgingly addressing the two glaring at him.
"Harrington.. Buckley" there was a definite tinge of venom to his voice when he addressed the poor girl.
"You're such a creep, Munson" Steve stood in front of Robin, not letting her get dragged into Eddie's little game. Eddie chuckled darkly, and crossed his arms leaning on the counter.
"Only for her.." His gaze drifted towards his girl who was now being fussed over by Robin helping her choose some tapes. "I don't care if you or your little friends don't like me, there's no way I'm giving up on her, man"
Steve rolled his eyes, and shook his head as he spoke.
"She's the one. I can feel it in my bones.. she's the sweetest little thing and she's so happy to be with me, why dont any of you want her to be happy?" His attention turned back to Steve, eyebrows furrowed.
"Oh c'mon man, we all know you're just using her for sex!!" Steve snapped. The whole store froze and stared at Steve's reddening face and Eddie's smug smirk.
"I'll admit I did in the beginning but once you get a taste of her untouched little pussy, oh god it's addicting." He whispers towards him, trying to avoid anyone overhearing him. "Her virginity is mine tonight, man. There's nothing you and your little gang of white knights can do to change her mind. She's all mine, and I'm not letting her go that easy."
Three tapes landed Infront of Steve, though neither of the guys broke eye contact as he scanned them to Eddie's account. Eddie planted a $20 bill on the counter and collected the tapes. His other hand found it's usual place on her ass as he ushered her out.
"Lets go, princess. Daddy's got a long night planned for us." Just before the door closed behind them Eddie winked at Steve, just creating a worse distance between him and his girls only friends
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elsfavor1te · 1 year
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ellie hurt/comfort plsplspls i have no ideas i just want ellie so bad!!!!!
answering my first ask ever!! this is also like the first thing i’ve ever written for someone so.. i hope this lives up to your expectations anon!! send me more stuff this is fun .
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ellie williams x fem!reader. (i don’t think there’s any actual mention of reader being a female but i’m putting it just to be safe.)
warnings: sfw. hurt/comfort. some angst? overthinker!reader. little jesse slander? use of pet name ‘baby’. no use of ‘y/n’ lowercase intended!! lmk if i forgot anything <3
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your feet hurt from the back and forth pacing you had been doing for the past 30 minutes. though, the pulsing in the soles of your feet didn’t take away from the churning in your stomach or the thoughts running through your head.
you were literally worrying yourself sick.
your heart ached as you thought back to the argument between you and ellie. the words that were said. her scoff as she walked out of the door and slammed it behind her.
you and ellie rarely ever argued but when you did it wasn’t unfamiliar for her to leave for a bit to calm herself down. she isn’t the most rational when she’s angry and she knows that. so to avoid saying or doing anything she doesn’t mean she usually steps out to calm down but she always comes back.
always.
she had never been gone for this long before though. it had been nearly 2 hours. the longest she had ever left you before was 20 minutes at most and even then, she felt terrible.
your eyes welled with tears again at the possibility that you had really messed up this time. that she finally had enough and decided you weren’t worth it anymore.
the deep breath you took and seat on the couch was a pathetic attempt at calming yourself down. you had thought about leaving and going to find her multiple times but what if, in the time you were looking for her, she came home to look for you? sure you were overthinking but it wasn’t a chance you were willing to take.
in an endeavor to take your mind off of things, you glanced around you and ellie’s home. the pictures that had accumulated over months nailed into your walls, pictures of you and her, your loved ones, just stuff ellie drew. the trinkets that littered the shelves from lucky patrol runs. the memories tucked into every corner. you don’t think you’ve ever experienced a pain like this, it feels like someone has your heart in their hand. progressively tightening their grip.
your eyes glide across the room once more before locking in on the chipped paint of the front door. as a last resort you lie down and bring your knees up to your chest. the couch groaning under your weight was the only noise to be heard apart from your spaced out sniffles and the wind whipping against your home from all angles.
you have no other choice but to watch the door and wait.
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the sound of boots being kicked off was a telltale sign that someone was home. your eyes flew open, locking in ellie’s short auburn hair and her faded flannel as she locked the door.
“oh baby, i didn’t mean to wake y-“
she was cut off by the broken sob that left your lips. her expression morphed into one of panic as you stood and wrapped your arms around her, the sound of your breath quickening. her response was immediate,
“why the tears, love? did something happen? are you okay?” her arms tighten around you. she hopes you don’t notice the way she tenses at the thought of something happening to you while she was gone.
you back away from her a little, still never leaving the warmth of her embrace,
“w-what do you mean ‘why the tears’ ellie?? you left me for-“ your eyes jump to the clock. “3 whole hours.”
“what? n-“
you cut her off. “i thought you were leaving me, els.”
the crack in your voice and tremble in your hands against her back was heartbreaking for ellie. “baby no. i would never- ever leave you. i was coming back to you when maria stopped me and practically begged me to help her with something for tommy. i sent jesse to let you know i might be awhile but that i loved you, & that i was sorry.“
by the time she was done explaining your sobs had reduced to small sniffles. “well now i feel dramatic … and a little stupid.”
“you aren’t stupid, he’s stupid. god i’m gonna break his fucking neck.” her green eyes were clouded as she gently swiped her thumbs over your cheeks to rid them of tears.
you tuck your head into her flannel with a small laugh before looking back at her with a slight smile on your face. “i love you.. we just never leave arguments for that long and it scared me. i can’t lose you.”
“you and i are endgame baby. there’s no way in hell i could ever leave you,” her fingers interlocks with yours. “..i don’t wanna think about what my life would be without you in it.”
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theladyismyshepard · 1 month
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Hi there I haven't requested anything here in almost 2 years now and I won't lie I miss it, so if it's alright can I ask for Astarion and shadowhearts separate reaction to the Reader who is a magic user coming from a different world where magic is seen as a disease and those who have control of it are marked with a lightning like mark on their cheek
(Similar to the bearer mark from FF16)
I actually have a dusty old draft that's been collecting 2 years worth of cobwebs and it's a WIP that haunts me every time I see it when I open my drafts... and that just so happened to be a request of yours @adryanscott... so for you? Anything at all. The outline seems a little different, but bear with me
Tags: Mentions of abuse, torment, descriptions of chronic illness, Bearer enslavement canon to FF universe
Will You Be My Final Fantasy?
You were but a child when the magic lying dormant beneath your skin burst forth, crackling at your fingertips and ready to be cast. You were but a child when you yourself was cast away by your own parents, your entire world shifting upside down when you were sold off to the highest bidder. Gaia did not feel too much like home anymore, not when the people you had come to know as family and friends looked upon you with such disdain. The neck-breaking pace of which you had gone from carefree to chained was a shellshock that you were forced to adapt quickly to lest you learn the lesson of just how expendable you really were to your own people. At first, it had cut you so deep down that it pierced your soul.
Once the branding tattoo had marked the flesh of your cheek to signify the power brewing underneath, you were scorned. The people of Gaia thought you to be diseased and more monster than human. They feared your power and what you might be capable of, so they had come up with the idea of the bearer mark. Not only did it act as a red flag to warn others that you possessed natural magic and that you were owned, it dulled your powers in a painful way that left you with a permanent uncomfortable itch just beneath your skin. No amount of scratching or tearing away at the skin of your cheek would bring you relief, and at first, your struggle provided a great source of amusement for your enslavers until you began slacking on the quality of your duties.
As the years gave way to decades, the fiery fury that fueled your desire to see another day had slowly begun dwindling. You felt as if you yourself was an upturned hourglass, and with each grain of sand that flowed with time, your hope for something better faded with it. All you were living for was an end… an end to your torment, an end to your captors, an end to your miserable existence. You weren’t sure if you’d call yourself lucky or not that your Masters demanded back-breaking physical labor from you rather than casting spells at their convenience. With each draw of your magic, you felt a stiffening in your bones that brought with it a deep chill that was impossible to ward off. Maybe you were diseased…
The day had started as any other had in the past couple decades, with you rising in time with the sun to get prepared for a gruesome day of withering yourself away to nothing. As you glanced up to the sky to watch the first peeks of sunlight bleeding into the blanket of night, you couldn’t help the furrow of your brow when you noticed a small tear. Your lips parted, but as you took a step forward for a closer look to assure yourself that you weren’t hallucinating, there was an audible ripping sound as the tear in the sky widened into a large hole. Before you could even feel fear chill the blood in your veins, there was a gigantic ship soaring through, and across the horizon. You had never seen such a horrific-looking vessel that had long, flowing tentacles such as the one overhead at the moment, and your flight instincts kicked you into overdrive as it veered in your direction.
There was no time to register the long, fluid shadow of the tentacle hovering over you before it struck, and all you could do was watch on in horror as your hands began to disintegrate. First, you lost feeling in your fingers before the cracks broke apart your wrists, leaving nothing in its wake. The disintegration process didn’t take long to travel along the lengths of your forearms and up your biceps, and no amount of harsh gasps of air could pull enough breath into your lungs. You were fading fast. As your arms disappeared, you began to choke on the tightness in your chest before ash peppered your tongue and lodged itself along the walls of your throat. With a final gurgle, your eyes disintegrated and darkness enveloped you until there was nothing left.When you had awoken, you discovered yourself in a world where nearly everyone wielded magic. It was a culture shock that left you reeling, and even though you witnessed open displays of magic, even from some of your own party members, with no repercussions involved, you didn’t feel safe enough to expose yourself for what you were.
Shadowheart –
Even as you found yourself drawn towards Shadowheart, and felt yourself relating to the air of mystery (you understood better than anyone the need to bury the past and never let anyone see), you were so traumatized and so used to being seen as an animal to be used until broken that you could not speak the words. You were too fearful of being cast away yet again.
When Shadowheart had kissed you after revealing some of her own memories, you had tasted the bitterness of both the wine and of your own backstory on your tongue. It was the perfect moment to open up to the cleric, especially when you had never seen her eyes look so soft as they did when they gazed upon you at that moment. She had even asked you about your Bearer’s mark…but panic had seized control over any inklings of rationality you had left, and you had mumbled something about “everyone else had one” and “giving into the peer pressure”… The romantic atmosphere didn’t go any further than that, and you were grateful because the tightness in your chest proved too distracting to properly worship Shadowheart’s body. As you learned more and more of Shadowheart and who she affiliated herself with, you gauged other people’s reactions and deduced that her magic was frowned upon by many.
Her head never ducked beneath the weight of heated gazes sent her direction, and she never faltered at barbed words spat at her. You were in awe of how confident and self-assured she seemed in her worship, and you felt the connection between you two surpassing just your ability to relate. You admired Shadowheart to the point where you wanted to be more like her. You wanted to be free… But as you glanced between the woman you had come to care for and the shackled Nightsong, you couldn’t help thinking that Shadowheart was the true one in chains. To give blood, sweat, and tears your entire life and still have to fight through fire for any scraps of approval… it sounded too close to home for you. And if you yourself could never be free of the chains still holding you to Gaia, you would fight like hell to rid Shadowheart of hers.
You knew talking her down would prove challenging, but what you didn’t expect was how easily you had revealed your magic to the indignant woman. It was the accusation of you being clueless and ignorant spat so venomously at you that did you in. What do I know?! What do you know?! And it was the same moment your irritation boiled over that you remembered that she would never know if you refused to say something. Before she could turn her assault back onto the Nightsong, you sent a wave of your worst memories through your connection, and you were so overwhelmed yourself that you didn’t notice Shadowheart falter.
You can smell the leather of bootstraps as your bones snapped beneath heavy stomps. You can feel the sting of your open wounds rubbed with salts. You can hear the mocking laughter as your body writhes in a pool of your own blood. The stench of your boiled flesh was so pungent that you could almost taste it. There was a gnawing hunger that threatened to eat away at your stomach, and after a while, any thought of food would make you sick enough to dry heave. Through it all, there was the constant heartbeat in your cheek where the mark was tattooed. Sometimes you fear that the poison used in crafting the ink had seeped into your very pores and was burning you from the inside out. You were itchy, and so very stiff… And you couldn’t tell anyone. Keep your pain hidden. No one can help you. They’ll all hate you. You’ll be sent ba–
There were hands cradling your face, and the abrupt touch had you jolting out of your memories. Shadowheart was standing before you with tears welling up in her eyes and spilling down her cheeks. Concern and anger had flared across your connection as she glanced you up and down, desperately searching you for any lingering wounds or scars. Her eyes stopped on the lightning-shaped mark on your cheek, and you felt her thumb trace the skin below it, too hesitant to cause you additional hurt. You hiccuped as you became emotional at finally revealing the extent of your torment to the woman you loved. Your hands were shaking as you reached up to loosely grasp at her wrists, and she curled one hand around the back of your neck to bring your foreheads together.
“Never again,” Shadowheart swore thickly past her own tears, “No one will ever harm you again, not for this, not for anything…”
Your shoulders shook as an impending panic attack loomed over you.
You were taught to be ashamed of who you were, that you were less of a being and deserved the world’s spite just for being alive. You had watched people just like you call upon their magic one time too many, and the stiffness in their bones overtook them and morphed them completely into stone before withering away to dust. You were afraid of yourself for a very long time, and here this woman stood before you with nothing but love and sorrow on her face. Sorrow for what you had gone through, sorrow that you felt forced to hide from her, sorrow for you thinking you were anything less than perfect. She leaned up to place the gentlest kiss you’ve ever felt on your mark, and butterflies filled your stomach as your heart started racing.
“You have always been magnificent… I love you,” Shadowheart insisted earnestly, both of her hands now holding you close by the back of your neck, “And magic or no magic could make me need you any less, I assure you… Could you ever hate me for my magic?”
“Wh- No!” You rush to insist, but your shoulders deflate as her point reaches you… Maybe it was time to finally let yourself believe that you were really out of that place, and you never had to go back.
“I know what it’s like when something is too hard to let yourself believe… but you’ve helped me to see that there just might be the sweetest of rewards in doing so,” Shadowheart said before capturing your lips in a kiss intended to banish all doubt, and when she pulled away, she finally turned back to the Nightsong with nothing but sympathy in her heart.
You watched on in amazement as Shadowheart broke three sets of chains all at the same time.
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Astarion —
Despite the fact that a vampire had threatened to kill you in self-defense and still joined your party, you couldn’t bring yourself to fully open up. Each time his silky smooth words were close enough to reach you, your chest would seize up, keeping any and all secrets trapped within. As the weeks turned into months, you and Astarion had grown closer along the dusty trail. You had helped him to feel safe enough to confide in you about Cazador and the torments he had endured by his Master’s hand. You had felt your own misery and pain bubbling within your vocal chords, just begging to be released and revealed to the vampire. If anyone could understand the years of enslavement you had gone through because of your magic, it would be Astarion.
But throughout decades of cruelty, punishment, and humiliation, the one thing you never learned how to endure was being looked at as if you were something to be treasured rather than exploited. You knew where to cover when the blows started coming, you knew how to disassociate when the hunger set in, you knew what it was like to be more dead on the inside than on the outside… But you didn’t know how to react to any display of affection. How were you supposed to respond? You never quite learned how to convey compassion or how to accept it, and all you could do was curse yourself when you’d notice his shoulders slump the tiniest bit before his signature smirk was back in place to hide his own vulnerability.
But you had seen the smallest glimmer of how truly broken Astarion was, and now that you did, there was no unseeing it. Every sugary drawl, every deflecting answer, every flirtatious banter, it was all a facade, one that always seemed two steps away from crumbling. You wanted to help him, to fill in every fissure of his cracked heart with your presence until the very idea of Cazador was gone from his being, but you still felt too diseased yourself. When your fingers itched to reach out and comfort him when you’d notice the foggy haze of the past clouding over his eyes, you’d instead lift them to scratch at your burning bearer’s mark.
And bless him, Astarion had asked you about the tattoo one night after you had let him feed from you. You two were lying side-by-side as you gazed up into the vast blanket of stars, and there was a comfortable silence between you two that had only been broken by the question. He made no immediate comment even though you knew he felt you tense up next to him and you greatly appreciated it, especially knowing his penchant for starting trouble and watching others flounder in it. Before you could even attempt to think quickly on your feet, his hand had snuck down between your bodies to grab yours, and you were the one linking your fingers, squeezing his grip as the tension left your body. Only when he felt you fully relaxed did he assure you that that sounded like a topic better suited for another time. Your clasped hands never let go, even as you two fell asleep.
When your travels had brought the party to Baldur’s Gate, it was a chaotic mess with people wedged into any and every crevice. There were murderous cultists, sneaky thieves, and Astarion’s “sibling” spawns lurking about. The vampire tried his hardest to appear unaffected by the warnings, and he was successful to those on the outside looking in, but the tadpole connection was a deeper rooted relationship that proved nearly impossible to withdraw from. His emotions were a waged war, going back and forth and back again, and you so badly wanted to reach out and grab his hand to comfort him just as he did for you, but you had the same suspicion that this was a topic better suited for another time.
But you felt it, boy did you feel it through your connection… The same haunting feeling that clung to your bones, the chronic illness that stiffened your joints and left you too restrained in your own body, the horrific notion that you would never really belong to yourself, not ever again. Astarion’s back was rigid the entire way to camp, all traces of his charismatic aura gone. He was on edge, and would remain so forever until his Master was defeated, releasing him from the invisible chains still binding him. The rest of the party knew well enough to give him space (though everyone pretty much had their own problems they were in the middle of overcoming), but you would not leave him to wallow in the burning itch to go forth and rip, tear, kill…
You had the sense to bump up the urgency of seeking out Cazador’s lair and striking him down in Astarion’s name… but if he was as powerful as led to believe, and if there would be a chance of losing each other, that night wouldn’t be for Cazador, it would be for you and your love for Astarion, for him and his love for you. If he required a night of distraction to get him to the impending final showdown the next day, you would offer whatever he needed; If he needed blood, if he needed words, if he needed your body… With each gentle kiss that you placed on his skin, he seemed a little less further away. And as you watched him cum and was immediately brought to your own peak as well, you knew then that you would do anything to free this beautiful man.
You let that thought guide you as Astarion was forced under Cazador’s influence once more. The sight of him entrapped in the red beacon of his Master’s control had petrified you. To reach his full Ascension, Cazador had to absorb the special spawns’ life source, reducing them to a pile of ash, and you were paranoid with each attack he unleashed, each time he opened his mouth, that he would utter the spell to take Astarion away from you. When you could no longer withstand the mental torment, you raised your hand, and watched the magic crackle to life at your fingertips. Your cheek was burning, and you could see from your peripheral that your lightning-shaped mark was glowing, but you didn’t let it dissuade you. You were on a mission to save your lover, and you would use everything in your arsenal to do it, including your magic, even if it crystalized you in the process.
Your party members were thoroughly surprised to see you casting spells, but you couldn’t focus on that, not when Cazador was staggering on bended knee before attempting to rush back to his coffin. As Astarion dropped to the ground, he wasted no time in chasing after to peel the lid away before Cazador could begin healing himself. A weight lifted from your own chest when Astarion drove a dagger through his biggest nightmare over and over until his own sobbing pain began bleeding dry. He was free… and you will be, too…
As you stiffly knelt at Cazador’s dead body, right beside Astarion– always beside Astarion– you cupped his cheek with one hand, and grabbed the back of his neck with the other before bringing him into the sweetest of kisses. You scratched at the hairs at the base of his neck and before you could talk yourself out of it, you released all of your memories through your connection. You felt his gasp on your lips, but you pressed on, he deserved to know your biggest secret considering he shared his with you. He needed to know that you saw him… far deeper that he originally knew. You could taste his tears even after he pulled away.
“Oh darling…” Astarion whispered, his throat raw from screaming himself hoarse while boiling over, “I hate that you understand a little more than others… and I hate that such a beautiful soul like yourself has been bruised so heavily.”
You sagged into him before hugging him tightly. He began petting your hair and cooing praises into your ear, pressing an occasional kiss to your forehead every so often. You eventually craned your neck and caught his lips into a kiss, and if he couldn’t sense the love through it, you made sure to spread the warmth through your tadpole connection. His lips curled into a smile wide enough to break the kiss before he collected himself enough to pepper a handful of quick kisses onto your own bashfully grinning mouth.
“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me–well…” His eyes momentarily cut down to Cazador’s body before meeting yours unwaveringly. “And I would continue to love you lifetimes after you were gone, only hoping you would return to me again someday.”
He dropped a reverent kiss to the back of your hand, brought you into one last searing kiss, and moved to stand, helping you up as he went. Astarion had a way of making you feel so safe and loved, even when exposing yourself, your body and your secrets. He would always assure you that he has his own skeletons in his closet… but at least they were finely dressed might he add.
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ANETRA // lalaparuza smackdown lipsyncs, rpdr 15X08
for @slutnetra 💜
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aris-ink · 2 years
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HII!! Just saw your post. Excited for Halloween! It woukd be so cool if you did a oneshot of the naknae line with con noncon, somnophilia and double penetration. I know this is super intense but hope you write it. :))
hi! ❤ so am I! oh honey, all I can say is: I don't know if this was what you wanted, but I hope you enjoy the ride lmao
pairing: maknae line x reader
genre: friends to lovers, roommates!au
warnings: mentions of corruption and manipulation, dub con, allusions to con noncon, somnophilia, unprotected sex, anal sex, double penetration, a little bit of oral, slight degradation mixed in with praise, creampie
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Your breathing was soft as the summer breeze as you slept, the fingertips tracing the curve of your spine even softer. It wasn't the first time you fell asleep cuddled up to Jimin, clinging to him like a kitten would to its owner. He never accepted your apologies afterwards; he was content holding you in his arms through the night. But in the dark, its shadows called to his own, your lowered guard and trust in him stirring something odd and ancient in his body.
"She's out like a light," he whispered, his slender fingers beginning to rub soothing circles into your back.
"Isn't she always?" Taehyung murmured sleepily.
He's been lying on the bed right beside you, one arm thrown over your waist. Movie nights with your roommates were a pretty common occurrence, a way for you to unwind after a long week of constant assignments. It wasn't the first time you dozed off during one of those, either, the tv already off to ensure that its light doesn't disturb you.
It was truly something special; to get along with the people you lived with, to be so close and comfortable you could just let go. It somehow didn't strike you as odd, the way your life outside your shared apartment seemed to start falling apart when you met. You were too busy seeking comfort, chasing stability; and they made sure to provide just that.
It didn't matter that your dates and friendships weren't working out anymore. It was all for a higher purpose, your own good, a bitter taste of reality they liked to soothe with sweet promises and reassurance. They knew what you needed; even if you didn't.
A sigh was let out against the nape of your neck as Taehyung shifted closer to you, his chest pressing against your back. It wasn't his intention to slide his hand beneath your shirt. It was an almost absentminded gesture, the caress of his palm on your stomach saturated with warmth, his lashes tickling your shoulder as his eyes fluttered shut. He just wanted to feel closer to you, that was all. Though his body seemed more aware of his real thoughts and intentions than his heart, his stomach flipping and cock hardening slowly.
He couldn't help it; the curve of your ass hugged his growing length, separated by nothing but his jeans and your pretty little panties. You rarely ever went to sleep in anything that wasn't a big, comfortable t-shirt (usually one of theirs).
Laughter disguised as a puff of air tickled your neck as Jimin watched Taehyung press his hips into you.
"Can't you wait until she's out a little longer?"
Taehyung trailed his hand down to your ass, giving it a loving squeeze.
"What for? She sleeps like a log."
He would know.
Jimin hummed, watching Taehyung's hand trail back to your t-shirt. He lifted it with no hesitation, exposing your breasts to the preying eyes of the man whose embrace you fell asleep in so easily. Your nipples stiffened in the cool air. Jimin exhaled slowly, trying to ignore the throbbing in his dick that had started already when you dozed off.
Taehyung, on the other hand, didn't really seem to want to take his time, both of his hands groping your tits like he couldn't get enough. He caught a hardened bud in between two fingers, lazily switching between rolling and pinching. A visible shiver ran through you at the actions.
On the floor, Jungkook suddenly propped himself up on his elbows.
"Shit."
He blinked several times and sat up, puffy eyes immediately shifting to you, taking in the scene before him with a twinge of regret.
Not for the right reasons. What was right, and what was wrong, anyway? The lines blurred too much for him to tell. They were getting blurry for you, too.
"How long was I out?" He questioned, swallowing harshly, unable to look away from the way Taehyung played with you, heat spreading all the way from his neck to his abdomen.
"Long enough," Jimin whispered, brushing your hair away from your face.
Jungkook inched closer to the bed. He was already hard, entranced by the darkness and beauty mixing together into fireworks right before his eyes.
A small whimper escaped you.
Taehyung cocked his head to the side at the sound and sat up as well, gently lifting your knee. His eyes burned into the sight he was greeted with, cock twitching in his briefs. He could practically see the outlines of your pussy in the flimsy material of your panties, the wet patch on them never failing to take his breath away.
"Look at that," he murmured.
Jungkook leaned in. Even Jimin lifted his head. Both watched in anticipation as Taehyung pressed his finger into your wet, clothed clit, rubbing it in soft circles.
"You see that?" He asked, dark eyes stuck on your pretty cunt, unable to look away. "Sleeping like an angel, leaking like a whore. God, I love her."
Jimin's head fell back onto the pillow, a filthy, hushed groan leaving his lips. But he lifted it right back up when he heard the unbuckling of a belt, Taehyung's impatient fingers already pulling down his zipper.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Fuck no," Jimin shook his head, his arms wrapping around your waist possessively. "She's sleeping with me tonight. You got more than enough."
"Don't worry," Taehyung almost sneered, settling down to lie behind you again. "I won't get in your way."
Jimin raised an eyebrow, but the only answer he got was your panties being pulled aside. Taehyung's thick, stiff cock landed right in between your drenched folds, the tip pulsing and weeping for your attention. His jaw tensed, stomach tightening at the feeling of your wet heat. He only moved his hips a few times, listening to your breath come out in a shudder, coating himself in your slick until his cock glistened all over.
And then in one, smooth motion, he pressed the tip right to the entrance of your ass.
Jungkook leaned forward, the flush on his face visible even in the dark. He licked his lips, his hand unconsciously squeezing at the bulge in his sweats, because he felt as though he was going to explode.
"Does- does she like that?" He whispered.
He watched Taehyung slide right in, inch by inch, ever so slowly; filling you to the brim with his cock, your body nearly trembling at the intrusion.
"Yeah," Taehyung bit his lip. "Liked it many times. She just doesn't know it yet. Fuck."
His strong thighs trembled too as he settled inside you, his chest heaving with the effort of trying to stay quiet.
A beat.
"What the fuck?" Jimin breathed.
And yet that seemed to be his undoing. He was desperate to be buried deep in the warm walls of your pussy, and he couldn't imagine just how tight you would get with Taehyung already splitting you open from behind. He sighed, throwing all caution to the wind and sliding down his pants. And damn did it feel good to be free of their confines.
"S-shit," Taehyung clenched his teeth, pulling out of you slowly only to slam back in. His cock was all the way in heaven; nevermind that it only took tainting an angel. All the better, all the warmer, all the tighter.
He fucked himself into your ass slowly, every vein on his cock thrumming with excitement. You whimpered again, louder this time, and he shushed you with sweet words, just like he did whenever you cried.
"Shh, baby, it's okay. You're okay."
But now, there was a grunt he had to hold back in between the fragile syllables.
Gently, to the rhythm that he was creating, Jimin guided his cock to the gushing entrance of your cunt. He slipped inside in one, smooth thrust, his skin tingling with heat. He's been holding back for too long, a whine slipping past his plump lips immediately.
You were trapped in between strong muscles moving you back and forth, small noises building up in your throat, your eyebrows furrowing, like something wicked was trying to disturb your dreams.
And that was the case, after all.
"She's so fucking wet," Jimin swore, his thrusts speeding up, rational thoughts gone out the window. All he knew was the heat of your cunt, and the feral need to fill it with his cock. Taehyung let himself groan at last, trying to soothe you in your restless sleep; but what started off as a gentle touch turned to his fingers digging into your hips.
The squelching noises of their thrusts began to grow louder, mingling in the air with the slapping of skin on skin. A fire was spreading through your body, its bright, burning flame slowly pulling you from your slumber. The first thing you felt was sweat; your body felt sticky with it. The pleasure shooting through your core had you startling, tired eyes locking on Jimin.
You gasped, the pounding you were taking turning your brain into mush, confusion making your chest tighten.
"Fuck," Jimin almost stilled; almost. "You awake, baby?"
A muffled moan was all you were able to provide. Your mind was too hazy to comprehend the shock of hearing Taehyung growl behind you, his hips snapping harder against yours to fuck you into oblivion.
What the hell was going on? You felt too good to find the answers, your toes curling and moans building up in your throat. How did this happen?
"Don't look so fucking shocked right now, baby," Jungkook cooed.
Your head snapped up. He stood before you by the bed, lowering his pants to reveal his hard cock. It was pretty, wet with beads of precum, the tip almost a dark, angry red. You blinked, unable to speak up even if you could form a coherent sentence right now. He grabbed onto your hair, his hand wrapped around the long length, stopping no more than an inch in front your mouth.
"You don't mind, do you, sweetheart?"
You blinked up at him again, the coil in your stomach tightening along with your cunt. It gushed a fresh, new wave of arousal, your body heating up at an alarming rate, like it was going through a fever.
"Oh yeah, she definitely doesn't mind," Jimin groaned. "Clenching like she's in- agh- heat."
A smirk from Jungkook at that was all the preparation you had before he started pressing his neglected cock into your parted lips, smearing them with precum.
Your thighs were beginning to shake, Jimin's harsh, shallow breaths mingling with the little noises of pleasure he was making. Taehyung wasn't any better, grunting right into your ear, bringing your senses to the brink of overstimulation. You didn't think you've ever felt so full in your life, disorientation making you part your lips further, like a toy waiting to be used.
"What a good baby," Jungkook sighed, holding your eyes as the first inch of his hard cock landed on your tongue.
"You gonna come?" He taunted, tilting his head to the side. His cock already felt heavy, tapping the tip of your tongue and leaking onto it. "Gonna come from being all stuffed and used, huh?"
There was a tiny part of you still left untouched by them before this; it caused a flicker of doubt to appear in your head, a lone candle in the hazy shadows. You probably shouldn't like this. You probably shouldn't.
"Go on, then," Jungkook cooed again, slapping his cock against your tongue some more. "Come like a good girl and maybe you'll get a reward."
The candle went out. You collapsed in between Taehyung and Jimin, unaware of anything but the coil that snapped in your stomach, a blissful, white heat that spread through you as you clenched and unclenched around the two cocks ramming into you with reckless abandon.
You couldn't tell whose cum was running down your thighs, mixing with yours, the hands all over your body trying to bring you back down to earth. It was soothing, the small kisses being left on your shoulder, praises you couldn't quite make out yet but still felt in your heart, a welcome kind of tenderness.
"So well, you did so well."
"Pretty baby. So fucking pretty. Felt good?"
"Look at me, angel. You okay?"
All of these words sounded different, but really meant the same thing. Mine, mine, mine. You're all mine. I got you. And now you know.
And somehow it felt more than right.
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kisakis-boyfriend · 7 months
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a concept for your consideration: trans man chifuyu
I see, I see 👀
Trans Chifuyu who likes to wear your clothes, especially right after you've been wearing them when they're still warm and smell like you
Trans Chifuyu who loves it when you play with his chest. Whether he's had top surgery or not, he just loves when you grope him and suck marks onto the sensitive skin 🩵
Trans Chifuyu who teases you often by sitting in your lap and grinding his wet pussy on your leg
Trans Chifuyu who's curled up in your lap while you watch a movie or tv, getting fingered roughly and trying not to wail too loudly
Trans Chifuyu whose voice cracks when you overstimulate him. High-pitched moans and pleas spilling from his lips
And trans Chifuyu who sits on your face and makes you eat him out, sucking on his tdick while his hands have a vice grip on your hair 🥴
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shinobupin · 1 month
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its klance underwater yay!🌊
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cummin-n-cryin · 1 year
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Hey, hey! Since requests are open, may I request some general yandere headcanons for Rollo if that's alright? If not, I totally understand.
Just know that I love your writing, and that you're one of my favorite twst authors!
~Thank you for your request!
Rollo Flamm Headcannons
MINORS / BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT
Tw: Yandere, Nsfw, obsession, kidnapping, not spoiler free!, religious stuff, maybe dubcon? depends on how you see it, lemme know if I missed a tw
Side Note: Aww ur so nice to me thx you~♡ I knew one of you would ask me about him! Since this is just my random thoughts this is very all over the place also I'm not editing this too much so sry if it looks bad. I hope this is okay!
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~Rollo Flamm~
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Every second you spend at the Noble Bell College is a nightmare. Not only because Grim gets on your damn nerves but because Rollo is almost always breathing down your neck.
Whenever he's not doing tasks around the college he's trying to get closer to you. Trying his best to distract you from your friends and to lead you to secluded areas. But, your friends are wary of him and try their best to keep him away from you.
Ah~ but he's so patient. He'll watch from a distance as you laugh and talk with your friends, planning all the ways he can get you closer to him.
Of course he'll be hospitable. He'll act kind and respectful, making you confused as to whether you should think of him as a good person or not.
He might believe you to be "pure" in some way. Perhaps because you are magicless or some other reason. Whatever the reason, he's going to try his best to keep you "pure".
Ok that's all I got that's sfw
Nsfw warning I guess
He's having an internal conflict about you where on one hand he wants to stick to being a respectable man, but on the other he just wants to pin you down and bury his cock inside you.
Like you just know that he's in his bedroom stroking his cock to the thought of you. He just can't help himself. He's so down bad he's literally in hell.
Whenever he's finished he feels disgusted at himself for thinking such lustful thoughts. He may end up believing you've put some kind of curse on him. I mean It makes sense doesn't it?
He's been perfectly fine and then the moment you appear he just can't stop himself from imagining how it feels to touch you, to kiss you, to hold you down as he rams his dick inside you.
He may look like he's got his shit together but behind closed doors he falling apart in desperation and need for you.
Oh! He fucks you on an altar~!
You're cries echo throughout the room as he thrusts his cock in you. He's always so busy and you're friends are always somewhere nearby so he never gets the chance to get too close to you. Finally, he ends up catching you walking down the dark halls of the college alone and after waiting for you for so long can you really blame him for thrusting his cock into you so quickly?
Whether you want to ruin this holy man yourself or you wait long enough for him to succumb to his own twisted fantasies. He'll probably end up locking you in some hidden dungeon within the college, keeping you all to himself.
If he believes you've put a curse on him or you're some kind of devil he's going to try and "fix" you. He'll lock you away in the depths of the college so that you don't affect the other men. With him being a holy and righteous man, he believes that only he has the power to cure you of this evil.
He tries as much as he can to resist your "charms" but in the end he can't stop himself from fucking you.
Also I heard he's apparently almost as tall as the tweels?!?!?? :0
For more kinky stuff, I think wax play might fit him? Idk like he's pouring hot wax on you while he "cleanses" you of your sins.
Oh bondage too! Def seems like he'd tie you up and stuff. Gags you too! As much as he'd like to hear your moans and cries he'd rather not get caught with you.
Listen the urge I have to hatefuck this man yandere or not is STRONG.
I just AGAGSAAAGSDFAAAH
I don't like him. He's not rly my type but him acting like he's better than me, like he's better than everyone??? MY GOD LET ME PEG HIM
Make this man cry please! I just wanna see him suffer I don't care that he's as tall as the tweels I wanna make him a pathetic mess so bad LOOOOORD LET ME PEG HIM AHHHHHHHH
Ugh sry kinda got off track i think...
But uh yeah yandere Rollo is just a horny desperate mess who wants to steal you away from your friends. He also blames you for how horny he is for you. I also love the idea of him being a creepy pervert who may sniff your clothes.
That's about all I got rn
Ok bye *fades into the abyss*
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in7ernt-ju1ce · 2 months
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Leo loved Jason.
He loved being in Jason’s arms, it made him feel safe and cozy. He loved the way Jason’s arms felt like they could lift up the whole world. He loved the way Jason carried him around, feeling weightless off the ground. He loved the way Jason’s legs would swing softly while he listened to Leo rant. He loved the way Jason’s lips brushed against his cheeks when he leaned over to rest his head on Leo’s should. Leo loved Jason’s softness as he scratched Leo behind the ears. He loved the way Jason kissed his forehead and his cheeks. He loved the way Jason’s face lit up when he saw Leo.
Leo loved Jason.
He loved the soft touch in the dark. The whisper and small glances. The way they would creep up to the roof and laugh. The way they fit together like puzzle pieces. Jason never judged Leo, a small smile alway on his lips. Leo loved Jason’s soft snores when they curled up in bed and Jason fell asleep first. The way Jason’s hand gently rubbed his stomach when he felt ill. His caring Jason.
Leo loved Jason.
When he opened his eyes, expecting Jason’s hand in his. Just to see Jason in front of him, holding Piper’s. He thought it was a sick joke. And it was really. His lesbian best friend and his lover together? He wanted to argue about all the memories they shared. But it scared Leo, he only remembered Jason and Piper getting together. When?
Leo did love Jason.
Even with his heart in pieces, Leo loved Jason. The small touches from Jason, even if they meant nothing anymore. The small smile. Leo knew how the scar on Jason’s lips felt against his own lips. Right? He felt as phantom shivers in his body. Then why can’t he remember it? He was half of his soul, as the poets say.
Leo loved Jason Calypso.
Her cinnamon-smelling caramel hair that was braided over one shoulder, electric blue dark almond-shaped eyes, and a face that appeared to be timeless. Her soft hands. He did love her… Her skin smooth, no imperfections, unlike Leo. No scars, no scratches. His fingers glided over her skin. Like she was a image from far away. Nothing to gasp onto, nothing to show that she had endured tragic times. A painting covered in a box of glass, sheltered away from the tragedy.
Leo didn’t love Calypso.
He loved Jason.
Jason’s cold hand contrasted him, a comfortable contrast. The world must fall to fire or storm. To fire it shall go, a storm avoided till it circles back. A crashing of lightning as fires spread, a constant contrast.
Leo wished Jason would love him back.
The memories of the sparks, they shared, haunting him like ghosts as Piper replaced his spot. Only after he had dead, and came back, did Leo know. Those memories weren’t so gone. After all, Hera had to use memories from somewhere to create such realistic memories. Right? The unfortunate soul who happened to be pick was Leo. In the end, Hera could never let her Champions to truly be happy. Could she?
Leo still loves Jason.
Jason will never get to say in back in their life time. Maybe when they met again?
In a castle on a hill, two boys laugh. One dressed in riches, the other in rags. But they do not care. The spend their days together, never leaving each others sides. A universe where they can be happy…
One of the boy’s eyes flutter open. "Name one hero who was happy." Silence filled the air. "You can't." He was sitting up now, leaning forward.
"I can't."
"I know. They never let you be famous and happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret."
"Tell me." He loved it when the other was like this.
"I'm going to be the first." He took their palm and held it to his. "Swear it.”
"Why me?"
"Because you're the reason. Swear it."
"I swear it.”
"I swear it," He echoed.
They sat frozen in the moment, hands touching.
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