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OMG IM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH FOR FAKE PT.2 I LOVED PT 1 SM I LOVE YOU SM EHEHEH

𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ─ when the reader receives hate ! pt 1

includes: reo mikage, michael kaiser, isagi yoichi

warnings: gn!reader, they/them prns in kaiser + isagi, 2k+ wc for reo, 1.6k for kaiser and 1k for isagi, ooc!characters, borderline panic attack in reo's, hate and negative comments, happy endings for all, let me know if i'm missing any warnings, bad wriitng LOL

a/n: ask and u shall receive ! bro why is the cover image so low quality i can't be assed to fix it - ANYWAYS ENJOY ANON !!!

MIKAGE REO:

if there’s one thing reo is used to, it’s the amount of eyes constantly surveying his every move. there is not one aspect of his life that hasn’t been intruded by the amount of aristocratic families wondering how he’s doing. reo’s quite fed up with it himself.

but of course, if there’s one thing dating reo mikage entails, it’s having those same eyes scrutinising your every move even harder- a fact you accepted before he asked you to be his. a fact you were starting to get used to.

despite all the glamourised smiles and ambiguous compliments of your relationship, there will always be some who aren’t afraid to voice their opinions.

which, is how you got stuck talking to some ceo’s daughter at a gala you were attending as reo’s plus one.

“i’m not trying to be mean or anything, just honest,” she says with a particular slice of her hands, flaunting her expensive nails and jewellery. “but i don’t think you’re right for reo, and i know i am not the only one who thinks that! don’t you think it’s time you stop hogging him and y’know, return him to those who really deserve him?”

something disgusting churns within you at the way she talks of your boyfriend, as if he were some goal; a fish in a sea of hungry fishermen. the statement makes you feel violated, you can’t imagine how reo would feel being talked about like this for his entire life.

“and who might that be?” you counter, trying your best to remain calm and not give in to the storm within you.

she flares her nostrils, narrowing her perfectly painted eyes. “look around. take a good glance at the competition.”

“i won’t do that because there is no competition. reo chose me, whether you like it or not,” you firmly place your drink down on the table beside you before pointedly showing her the beautiful promise ring, encrusted with diamonds that reo himself placed on your finger. “besides, if there even was a competition in the first place, i’m afraid you’re all much too late.”

with a final sneer, she turns around with a pointed flick of her healthy, smooth hair before walking away, classy and expensive as ever.

just like everyone around you.

you, on the other hand, find it hard to breathe, and the luxurious fabric of your even more luxurious outfit is clinging to your body. before you even know it, you’re making a run for the exit, slipping past crowds of people and ignoring their looks of curiosity.

no one would bother to look too long anyways.

you should be proud of how you managed to remain level-headed during that interaction, but you can’t help but give in to her manipulative tactics. you did take a good look of the competition and they all looked like millions upon millions of dollars. they have had their life plan sorted from the very moment of their birth, their destiny handed to them of a silver platter, and although you know to look beyond the materialism and gold, it’s hard to ignore it when you’re surrounded by marble walls and crystal chandeliers.

suddenly feeling like an imposter, you just want to hop in a cab and go home.

bolting through expansive halls with decorative arches and doors to match, you’re almost at the parking lot where the chauffeurs awaited, just a flight of stairs await your descent.

it’s not until a hand catches your wrist that you stop.

turning around, you find no comfort in the familiarity of reo’s face which was laced with concern and worry. he’s panting, a thin layer of sweat coating his skin, and his hair was all over his face. was he chasing after you?

“y/n! where are you going?” the purple-haired asks, eyebrows furrowing even more as he notices the distressed state you’re in. he grabs both your hands, manoeuvring you to look him square in the eyes. except, it’s so difficult, you’re looking everywhere but at him. “i was calling your name the entire time, did you not hear me?”

“reo, please, leave me alone,” you request with a shaky voice, trying to get out of his grip with no success.

“i can’t, not when you’re like this,” he protests, “deep breaths, y/n, come back to me.”

a few moments of silence pass by, allowing you to return to your senses as reo holds your hands against his heart, stroking your skin with his thumb. no longer overwhelmed and suffocated by your thoughts, it’s hard to look your boyfriend in the eye, cowering away from his gaze.

“what’s the matter?” he asks gently, pressing a hand against your cheek delicately. it’s warm. you want to melt into him.

“it’s- i, i had a really- you know what, nevermind,” you murmur, shaking your head, turning your back against reo as you pull your hands away from his.

you miss the expression of heartbreak that appears on his pretty face.

your cold actions don’t deter him. instead, it makes him more determined to stay by your side, chasing after you even as you descend down the stairs. since your shoes were a lot more complicated than his, the soccer player catches up to you quickly to guide you by the small of your back as he mirrors your pace.

“i want to go home,” you mutter to him once you’re on the ground, trying your best not to collapse under the gaze of so many, surrounded by butlers and chauffeurs.

he nods with a gentle gaze. “let’s go home then.”

his kindness is not enough to shield you from the scrutiny that bears into you. “no, reo, you should stay, i’ll just catch a taxi home or something.”

he looks at you in pure astonishment, slightly taken back by your weird attitude.

“but i don’t want to. why would i want to stay if you’re not?” asks the purple-haired.

opting to remain silent rather than answer, you try to walk towards the main road of the highway, only to be cut off by reo shoving himself in front of you.

“and why would i let you take a cab home?” your purple-haired lover questions, placing both of his hands on his cheeks so you can finally look him in the eye. “y/n, what’s going on? something happened, didn’t it?”

taking both of his hands away from your face, you take a step away; once again missing the look of astonishment and heartbreak that appears on reo’s face. “nothing happened,” you say stubbornly, rubbing your hands against your arms.

“i don’t want to go home if you’re like this, can we please just talk for a little?” he remains behind you, getting the hint that you don’t want to be provoked or touched in any way, even if it’s killing him. the soccer player’s fingers itch with the need to embrace and trace every part of you that you’ll allow, but, for the sake of your fragile state, he doesn’t.

with a small exhale, you agree. it would be unfair for you to leave reo in the dark, continually brushing off his genuine kindness due to some chick that got in your head.

he leads you towards the gardens nearby which were dimly lit, yet still very beautiful. spring was in full season, so you could only catch glimpses of the beautiful flora that aligned the path, but there was no denying that it was still breathtaking. reo walks beside you, synchronising his footsteps with yours.

eventually, you arrive at a fountain in the middle of the garden. where you take a seat on its marble ledge, reo whispers ‘one second’ to you before running off to the bushes where the red roses were. he returns quickly, jogging back to you with a singular flower in his hands.

“for you, my love,” he declares with a small smile, bowing with an extended hand, expecting you to take his gift.

you readily do, heart warming at his silliness whilst twirling the rose in your fingers. “thank you,” you reply, pressing a kiss to his cheek when he places his hand next to you so he can lean against the fountain for support.

the promise ring you wear on your finger feels heavier than usual, especially when he smiles fondly at you, a lovesick expression on his face that is no doubt mirrored by you.

but looking at him, you can’t help but recall the stinging reality that he lived in a world of glamour, decadence, and allure; only doubled by the fame that came with his life as a pro-soccer player. you love reo with your whole being, really, sometimes you fear that your feelings might be a little too much, but loving him with a materialistic barrier in between is difficult.

the idea of letting him go than stealing him away from the world of mystique feels suddenly a lot kinder.

“reo,” you begin after a few minutes of simply being in each other’s presence. he looks at you with widened eyes and raised eyebrows, directing 100% of his attention towards you. with a deep inhale, you continue.

“do you ever think that… we’re not, meant to be?”

the silence is deafening.

“what do you mean?” he asks with a small stutter of disbelief, “of course we’re meant to be! you’re the one for me- you’re my soulmate!”

usually, when reo says that, it makes your insides gush and flutter, but now it riddles you with guilt and scepticism. “how can you be so sure?”

“y/n,” he sounds so very desperate. reo’s eyes have always been the window to his soul and seeing the way they shine with tears, your chest clenches with an unpleasant feeling. “why are you doubting my love for you?”

his hand goes to your ring finger, playing with the jewellery that you suddenly feel like you don’t deserve.

“you agreed, remember? you agreed to letting me love you forever and loving me in return. i put this ring on you because it’s always going to be you, no matter what circumstance, i’ll always choose you.”

“but is choosing me the right decision?”

“yes, a thousand times yes, there will never be. anyone. but. you.” reo increases the amount of emphasis he puts into each word, now changing his position so that he stood in front of you, caging you with his build. “can you tell me what happened, beautiful? because something clearly did and soured my gorgeous y/n’s mood.”

the sudden onslaught of compliments, mixed with how close reo was, broke down your resolve easily, crumbling at his feet as you gave in to his gentle demands.

“i met an unpleasant someone who told me i should give you up for people who deserve you more,” you whisper, throwing your arms around his neck, a gesture of equal affection and possessiveness.

he hums, seemingly calm but you know better. the furrow of his eyebrows was one of scrutiny and distaste. you’re glad he’s trying to remain subtle, you’ve had enough of emotional responses for one night.

“and who might this unpleasant someone be?”

“i have no idea. she gave me a name but it went in one ear then out the other.”

pressing his face into the junction where your neck and shoulder meet, the soccer player revels at this chance to be close to you.

“it was probably important though,” you reiterate, “and, well, might be able to benefit you a lot better than i ever can.”

he scoffs into your skin, causing you to shiver. “no one’s name is as important as mine, my love, and no one can boost it more than what it’s already worth. if anything, those who have me gets the boost, i’m already the best.”

his (rightfully deserved) cockiness makes you smile ever so slightly as you punch his shoulder. “are you implying i’m a gold digger?”

“well, you didn’t choose me, did you?” asks reo with a raise of his eyebrow. “i begged you to go on a date with me and you only agreed the fourth time i asked.”

the recollection makes a giggle slip past your lips- a sound reo dearly missed as he admires your beauty in the dim lighting of the gardens. he places a fleeting kiss on your neck before looking up at you.

“of course, everyone else won’t know that and assume,” you point out before leaning in towards his lips, unable to resist him much longer.

“who cares?” he mutters against you before melting against you in a gentle kiss filled with love, reassurance, and promises. “they’re all irrelevant anyways, just a bunch of talkers with nothing to back up their words.”

“then what am i?”

“you’re my future. you’re the one that actually cares about me, more than my money or my soccer skills. remember the first day we met and you told me to get out of the way? back in college?”

“well you were blocking my path. i was running late to my class as well.”

reo chuckles, pulling away from you so there was a little distance between your faces. “never thought i’d want someone so bad just because they didn’t know who i was.”

“then show me,” you say with a little challenge in your tone. “screw the gala, take me home, reo.”

“thought you’d never ask.”

MICHAEL KAISER:

“kaiser gets it in! a miracle shot, just what you’d expect from bastard münchen’s genius striker!” the announcer exclaims as the crowd shoots up in excitement, roaring and buzzing with excitement as the members of germany’s football team all swarm around the blond, cheering and celebrating.

kaiser participates in the hype, fist bumping his teammates before running back to position, but not without sparing a look at the screen that was displaying the match. no one misses the kiss he blows in the direction of the camera and although the stadium is filled with squeals (from boys, girls, grown ups and children alike), you know something they don’t.

right before the match, kaiser made you promise that each goal of his equated to ten kisses, a deal that you readily accepted and bumped up to twenty as a way of motivating him to take the game home.

that kiss he blew was just a way of solidifying that he was thinking of you and the wink he sent straight after was just making sure you’d keep your promise.

you can’t help but feel like the luckiest person in the world with him.

as the match progresses, you can tell it’s going to be an easy victory, with all favours towards your lover’s team - kaiser earning another two himself.

it’s almost scary just how effortlessly he dominates, settling the score at 3-1 for bastard münchen, once again making feats you thought were difficult look effortless. as the whistle blew announcing the end of the game, roars fill the stadium once again and you too, jump up with the crowd to cheer as loudly as you can.

repping his jersey with his name on the back, it just feels too good, especially when you bask in the afterglow of a well deserved victory.

you don’t miss the amount of glances kaiser sends your way, antsy to be able to reach you and spend some time with you because he’d rather have you congratulate him than a bunch of old, white men that just want to sponsor him. they can get in line because you’re his top priority.

you hope he sees you and the heart you make with your arms over your head just for him.

dawdling out of the stadium always takes forever because of the amount of people that always come to see his game so when over half the people have cleared out, you make your way down to the front row, where your soccer genius boyfriend was waiting for you.

“you were incredible, my love,” you say as a greeting, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug, one that he readily returns. you don’t really care that he was sweaty, too overwhelmed by how proud of him you were.

not that your opinions really mattered in the grand scheme of things, but kaiser considered it a great lucky charm, one he holds highly.

“as always,” he mutters, pressing a kiss against your cheek. you giggle at the sensation, smiling widely as he continues. “tell me more about how amazing i was.”

rolling your eyes at his arrogance, you decide to indulge him, just a little. “the best out there, greatest soccer player of all time, and you looked so handsome too, my main character,” you pinch his cheek. “done?”

“not at all,” keens kaiser, smiling at you like a cat.

“get your stuff first and then when we’re home, i’m all yours.”

“i’m holding you to your promise, pretty, that’s sixty kisses from you.”

with a final kiss on the forehead as farewell, you bid him goodbye and watch as he runs off to get changed, joining ness who was waiting for him by the exit. the magenta-haired soccer player waves at you from halfway across the field, a gesture you readily return before turning around to go outside.

passing by the security guards who give you a little nod of acknowledgement, you’re relieved to see that the audience that gathered tonight had gone off into their cars, ready to go home for the night.

you’re about to go around to where the players exit so kaiser wouldn’t swarmed by a flurry of fans and reporters, until you’re stopped by a hand on the shoulder. the grip wasn’t strong, but demanding enough for you to turn around and greet whoever wanted to talk to you.

it was a pair of teenage girls. they were well-dressed and pampered, but the look they were giving you was less than friendly. somehow, you already knew where this conversation was going.

“can i help you?” you ask, flashing them a smile.

one of them eyes you up and down, judgement very clear in her eyes. you cringe a little. “are you kaiser’s partner?” she asks.

you nod in affirmation. you hate the sleazy feeling developing in your gut, expanding due to the scrutiny of their gazes. one of the girls nudge the other one in an ‘i told you so’ manner, which is returned with a smirk that is mischievous in kind.

“do you need something from me?” you question, finally letting your astoundment show on your face. really, you just wanted to walk away from this conversation and find kaiser so you could go home.

“yeah, we’re just wondering why, y’know, that he’d choose you.”

“excuse me?”

“like don’t get us wrong, you’re pretty and all, but we just think that you’re kinda bland for him,” one of them states as the other hums in agreement.

the audacity. you furrow your eyebrows and stand your ground.

“okay, cool. what do you suggest i do then since you seem to be experts in my relationship.”

“break up with him, duh?”

“and let one of you date him instead?” you scoff. “fat chance.”

“just give him up, okay? we could love kaiser more than you probably ever could, clout chaser.”

“gold digger!”

now amused more than frustrated, you bite back the laugh that bubbles in your chest. it was entertaining seeing some sixteen year old girls try to tell you that you and your boyfriend (of two years) shouldn’t be together.

being kaiser’s partner had its downsides sometimes, and it was mostly just the hate you receive for ‘stealing’ him off the market, especially since he was so young, some fans didn’t appreciate that he wasn’t an eligible bachelor. but, you’re used to it. so long as you get to watch him in the spotlight, you don’t really mind the darkness.

you sigh, crossing your arms over your chest. “right… are we done here? because this ‘gold digger’ wants to see their partner and congratulate him.”

“what part aren’t you understanding?” one of them asks before the other one completes the sentence. “you and kaiser just don’t look good together!”

before you could answer, a heavy arm drapes itself over your shoulders. “aww, why not?” a familiar voice asks. the two girls in front of you freeze, panic evident on their faces. “what disturbances held you up from seeing me?”

then you see and hear an overload of flashes and camera clicks. kaiser must’ve caught the paparazzi on his way out and you suddenly remember that you left him waiting, feeling slightly guilty when you turn your head to meet his gaze. you wrap your arms around his torso, happier than ever to feel his warmth against your own.

“what happened here?” kaiser asks, a question directed at you and you only.

“they were just telling me that they didn’t like that i was a main role in your theatre,” you say, earning an eyebrow raise from your genius boyfriend. “how should we fix that?”

he hums for a moment, meeting the widened eyes of his fans.

“kick them out,” he simply declares before turning around with you still in his arms. you two pass by paparazzi, paying them little mind except from the small smiles you send their way.

once you’re in a clearer, quieter area, your boyfriend turns to you and embraces you properly, a gesture you return eagerly as he breathes you in.

“what a way to sour such a good victory,” murmurs kaiser, voice muffled by his jersey that you were wearing. “can’t believe i had to play your knight in shining armour instead of the king that i am.”

you pinch his neck which causes him to flinch with a little shriek. always leave it to you to dumb down his narcissism.

“i was handling it myself pretty well, y’know,” you sigh, “being the michael kaiser’s partner, i’ve grown immune to the hate i receive.”

kaiser frowns, “i didn’t think it happened often,” he whispers. “i’m sorry. how many times have you had to defend yourself without me knowing?”

“it hardly matters-”

“-but it does. i don’t like when people slander you, less when it’s for no reason other than because you’re with me. you should be marvelled at and admired, just like the masterpiece you are.”

his words cause butterflies to erupt in your stomach, a feeling you mask with a playful eye roll.

“yes but,” you counter, reaching to cup his cheek, “being with you makes up for it.”

he smirks, contrasting the downhearted expression he wore moments earlier. kaiser’s skill of immediately recovering from whatever kicks him down truly is something to behold and at times, envy. “of course it does,” he boasts, dramatically flipping one of his bangs.

“besides, i’m willing to fight back if it means i get to be with you.”

before he can argue back, you grab his arm and pull him towards the entrance.

“now come on, let’s talk about it another day. i believe i owe you sixty kisses.”

“make it one hundred now for leaving me waiting for so long.”

“if you get too greedy i’ll leave you on the sidewalk.”

“you’d do that to your king? how dare you!”

ISAGI YOICHI:

“what does your mum like?” you ask a clueless isagi who simply stares at the range of perfumes that the department store had displayed.

“i have no idea,” he mutters. “i never really paid attention to what smells she used.”

“fragrances, yoichi, not smells.”

“oh. right,” the star soccer player rubs his neck awkwardly, smiling sheepishly at you after correcting his small mistake.

he was so adorable, you wanted to pinch his cheeks.

this was the first time that isagi was buying a gift for his mother with his own money, and the first person he turned to for help was his partner: you, explaining that this had to be the best gift she’s ever received. for how much she’s done for him, and how much she’s supported his soccer career, isagi doesn’t know if he can repay it through money, but gifts are hard to deny regardless.

readily agreeing to help, you have memories of isagi’s mother welcoming you into the family with warm arms. she would tell you how beautiful you are, how excited she was to meet you, and that her son better treat you well otherwise you could always turn to her for help; a statement that made the star striker gulp.

“i mean, you could never go wrong with a few classics like carolina herrera, dior, or chanel?” you suggest, walking over to the section filled with perfumes contained in shelves, their respective brands displayed on top. isagi follows you like a lost puppy, clinging close to your side by holding your hand, squeezing it ever so often.

everything you’re saying is going in one ear and through the other, and isagi lets it show on his face.

“don’t worry yoichi, any perfume you pick tends to be a good gift regardless, besides, we have the whole day to figure out what your mum likes,” you reason logically, just in case it might provide him with some relief in the midst of expensive, designer fragrances.

“right,” he huffs, reaching out to read the labels of some bottles.

after a long hunt of going through the shelves, he eventually settles on a fragrance from maison francis (with a pricetag that made you gawk yet isagi was very calm about, agreeing without even thinking about it), but since the packaged version was locked in a glass cabinet, you opted to call a store attendant.

“that’s a great idea, babe, need me to go with you?” he asks, readjusting the strap of his beat-up bag, the one he’s had since high school. funny how some things don’t change for isagi, you love that about him.

you shake your head in response, telling him to ‘wait here’ before strolling off.

however, during this brief time of being without you, isagi was approached by a trio who looked like they were a family, the eldest holding a phone between his hand.

“isagi yoichi?” he asks timidly, fiddling with the phone.

the soccer player flashes a friendly smile, hoping to reduce any of the anxiety they might feel from approaching him. he was just an average, friendly guy after all. “that’s me, need anything?”

“can we take a picture?” the middle daughter asks, pressing her hands together in a pleading motion.

“of course! come on.”

the set of siblings smile eagerly before ambling to isagi’s side, who squats down so he could fit in frame. after a ‘3, 2, 1’ countdown, the photo is taken and just as the dark-haired athlete was about to stand up, a store attendant approaches.

“would you like me to take the picture?” they ask politely, gesturing to the phone.

simultaneously, everyone agrees and soon enough, the photo is taken and done, allowing isagi to high-five them before waving them off, the three of them thanking him profusely for his time.

the store attendant lingers, turning to face him with wide eyes of admiration. “wow, i didn’t think i’d ever get to meet you!” they exclaim. “i watched your match against the under-20 team like so long ago! you were amazing!”

“oh, yeah,” isagi chuckles, flustered at all this recognition, even though he’s been getting more and more of it lately, “thank you for your support.”

although he inwardly cringes at the line that he’s reused over and over again, the store helper thinks nothing of it, beaming back at him. “you’re super cute too, do you think i could get your number?”

isagi lets his shock show on his face before blurting out: “no, i have a partner already.”

the attendant’s face drops into a look of disappointment and the striker wants to run off to find you. you never should have left him alone.

“what a shame. the person that you were just with right?” isagi nods. “don’t know what you think is so special about them, i personally think you’re too good for them and should find someone better, but, it’s not up to me.”

isagi feels his vision zero in, growing red with each word. him? too good for you? what irony.

“excuse me?” he vocalised lowly- practically a growl as he eyes the employee down. “i’m giving you three seconds to get out of my sight before i-.”

he’s too preoccupied with the fury he feels to notice the way the attendant squeaks, eyes laced with fear, before scurrying off mid-sentence, fully intimidated by the striker. isagi sighs, slumping his shoulders. he’s never used that tone to anyone outside of soccer in an attempt of pre-game slander and now he just misses you.

where did you run off to?

right on queue, you materialise beside him, huffing with a pout on your face. “i couldn’t find any store attendants, that’s so weird! where’d they go?”

deciding against telling you that he just scared one away for trashing you, he simply leans his body weight on you, sighing when you embrace him tightly so he wouldn’t knock the both of you over.

“whoa, what’s gotten into you all of a sudden?” you ask, unable to hide the smile on your face from his sudden acts of affection. “everything okay, love?”

“i want to go home,” he whispers against your shoulder. “spend some time with you.”

“what about the gift?”

“i’ll order it online. it can arrive in time.”

relenting, you pluck him off you with great effort. “if you’re sure then, okay, let’s go home.”

“we can get takeout from your favourite on the way home.”

“what’s the occasion?”

“thought i needed to show you how much i appreciate you.”

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WARNINGS: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, oral male receiving, vulgar language, dirty talk, slight p in v, slight corruption, smut

NOTE- These are my own personal headcanons, everyone is free to their own opinions🌿

So’lek:

So’lek would return to the resistance after nearly a month of being away hunting down members of the RDA using the rosters you had traded him.

You wouldn’t even give him the chance to properly adjust to being back with the resistance, pulling him away from any intruding gazes, having been so needy without him around, but he doesn’t mind. So’lek is just as desperate to feel you all over.

While his usual go-to is finding solace between your thighs, lapping at your needy little cunt to relieve his stress, you wanted to try something different this time.

Once you are in a private area, your caught in the most passionate, knee buckling kiss. His own desperation palpable on your tongue.

Grunting against your lips, So’lek’s hands wander your body, groping and squeezing your curves until they travel down to your tewng, skillful fingers quickly begin untying the straps, oh so ready to indulge in your sweetness.

“No… let me.” You stop him, breaking away from the kiss and halting his hands with your own. He is confused, but settles his hands on your hips as you reach behind his lower back, giving you every ounce of his trust while you return the favor, letting his utility belt and tewng drop to his feet.

His confused expression shifts to one of pure longing, releasing a sighed out growl as he watches you lower yourself to your knees in front of him.

Your eyes feign innocence, wide like that of a viperwolf pup, you hold his full attention as you stick out your tongue, dragging it up the underside of his shaft, starting at the base and moving agonizingly slow to his tip.

So’lek’s jaw flexes and his fangs come out of hiding as his face scrunches in a silent snarl, mustering a raspy, “Ahh…” before sucking in a lung full of air to steady himself

“Do not tease, Sarentu…” he warns, grasping a handful of your hair at the base of your scalp, yet of course being careful of your kuru.

When you finally take him into your mouth, he has to stop himself from closing his eyes as a heavy sigh leaves his lips. This is exactly what he needed, to allow himself to be taken care of.

So’lek refuses to take his eyes off of you for even a second, watching his cock disappear down your throat only for it to reappear as you bob your head purposefully.

When your eyes drift closed, even if just for a moment to help your focus, a harsh tug at the roots of your hair makes you whimper around his cock, triggering a deep moan from your lover. His eyes stay sharp and assertive as he orders, “Keep your eyes on me, paskalin.”.

And of course you do. How could you disobey when it brought him so much pleasure? Witnessing as your movements become sloppy, your jaw straining to stay open, a mix of drool and precum that had been pooling in your mouth now dripping down your chin, while your eyes become glossy with threatening tears and oh fuck did it drive him wild. His cock throbbing at the sight, fingers tightening in your hair, yet he doesn’t pull. He wouldn’t dare mistreat you when you’re treating him so well. Just silently making sure you stay exactly where he wants you.

His moans are hot and heavy, deep and gravely. His tone almost making it seem like they were vibrating through his body.

The closer he gets to his climax, the more his moans and groans shift into hungry growls, his muzzle flexing into a harsh snarl from its relaxed open mouth state.

“Take all of it, paskalin. I do not want to see a single drop go to waste.” He grunts taking the lead in thrusting down your throat as your head stills.

When his load spills into your mouth and he withdraws himself from its warmth, an almost bewildered look befalls him as he admires your vigor.

Your own expression is one of exhaustion, yet you are satisfied that you were able to please him.

So’lek’s thumb draws across your slightly swollen lips before dragging your lower one downward, feeling as life twitches into his cock once again as you show zero hesitation in kissing the digit and taking it into your mouth as well.

“Ma’ parul(my miracle)… I will spend my life repaying the great mother for gifting you to me. Now on your back… I am not through with you yet, Sarentu.”

Eetu:

Similar to So’lek, Eetu loves to watch you suck him off. The only difference being he loves to tease you just as much.

“Hah..Does it feel good? Having my cock in your mouth? You look like you enjoy it. Your lips look so good wrapped around me, syulang…”

His hand would repeatedly rake through your hair, practically massaging your head, prompting you to moan on his cock, which of course makes his eyes roll back in his head every time.

The moment you hollow your cheeks for him, it’s an immediate game changer. His eyes initially go wide before shutting tightly, just utterly savoring the feeling of your warm mouth sucking so tentatively on his dick.

His tail whips behind him in excitement, hips instinctively begin bucking to meet your mouth, a cocky smirk growing on his lips when the sounds of your gagging reaches his ears.

“Sìltsan ‘eve(good girl)… mmn- sucking me so well. Ma’ sevin ‘eve(my pretty girl).” He’d purrs, massaging your scalp with more pressure.

Eetu’s voice becomes breathy as he reaches his climax, palms becoming clammy, forehead beading as his cool and smug exterior melts into putty before you. The perfect opportunity for you to take the power back, grasping his hips and pressing your nose firmly against his pelvis, causing him to choke back a gasp.

“Wiya amhul-!(damn woman!) Haah ahh~. That’s it.. ohh don’t stop, syulang.” He moans, trying oh so desperately to stop his knees from giving out as he comes undone.

Nor:

The moment you position yourself between Nor’s thighs, his brows scrunch in confusion, yet when you begin peppering his throbbing shaft with gentle kisses, his heart almost stops as adrenaline courses through his veins.

His eyebrows rise in lustful astonishment the moment you take him into your mouth, a breathy moan rolling off of his tongue.

Nor leans back onto his palm, taking in the view of you deep throating his cock so masterfully. His other hand can’t help, but caress your face lovingly. His knuckles skimming against your cheek.

“I’d ask where you learned to do such a thing… but ohh- great mother I don’t want you to stop.” He huffs, his chest rising and falling rapidly, as his words motivate you to move a bit more confidently.

The more passionate your movements become, the more his hand tries to touch whatever part of you he can reach, all while supporting his weight with his other hand. His thumb would caress your cheek as he holds your face, or shift to grasping at your shoulder or the nape of your neck, or even tangling his fingers in your hair.

His eyes would flutter closed every time he felt you gag on his tip, head rolling back, bottom lip tucked tightly between his teeth, his tail unconsciously batting against the ground.

Nor would try so hard to hide his voice as he succumbed to the pleasure, but it was no use. His huffed out moans and groans were like music to your ears and when he told you how pretty you looked touching yourself to his noises, you had lost all restraint in your body.

Coming off of his cock with ‘pop’, his expression shifts as he’s suddenly pulled out of his euphoric state, only to be met with the sight of you straddling his lap, “I think I’d look much prettier riding your cock, ma’ muntxatan~.” You purr alluringly into Nor’s ear as you sink down onto him.

Before his brain could even think about refusing (which why would he?) his hands instinctively cement themselves on your hips, taking the initiative to begin rocking you back and forth on him, “Yes… why don’t you show me then, hm? My pretty girl…”.

Teylan:

To Teylan this idea is entirely foreign. Initially when you start to go down on him, a sense of panic runs through him as he watches you bring him into your mouth, “N-no, not there! You shouldn’t- Ohhph..!”.

His tail frantically swats behind him, his voice uncontrollable as he mewls helplessly into his hand, his eyes scrunched tight, trying his hardest to keep his volume down, but to no avail. It just feels too damn good.

His hips would stutter every time you’d attempt to bring him deeper into your mouth wanting to not only push him, but yourself to the limits.

While Teylan’s already incredibly vocal, his voice breaks into stuttered whimpers when he nears his end. His body begins to tremble almost as if he were freezing, yet it’s all in trying to restrain himself not to use your throat to selfishly get himself off. He did want to accidentally hurt you.

You on the other hand can feel his resistance, the hesitation in each jolt of his hips. So likewise when you give him permission to take over, of course he is still completely unsure if it’s even morally right for him to do.

Just to give him that extra little push, you’d bring his cock as far down your throat as you could muster, letting your throat constrict around his shaft as you gag on it.

That did the trick.

Even with your permission, Teylan can’t help, but mutter mumbled apologies, “I’m sorry… I’m sorry.”, his hands steady themselves atop your head, shaky fingers hastily tangling in the strands of your hair to use as leverage as he pulls your head forward to meet his sloppy thrusts.

Your nose burns and your eyes begin to water, but you don’t mind it in the slightest. The view above you is everything you could ask for.

His whimpers serenade you as he abuses your throat, loving the way his ears are pressed so tightly against his head, but flick ever so slightly at the sound of your gags.

Although he won’t admit it in the moment, he’s obsessed with the feeling of you choking on his cock, even if just for a moment. Feeling the muscles of your throat contract and milk him so perfectly.

So perfectly in fact that he nearly forgets to pull out when he feels himself about to finish. Yet the moment you feel him about to shift his hips away from you, you greedily follow, making sure to take every drop of his load.

After the euphoria of his high sets, his skin hot and moist with sweat, the embarrassment of his actions immediately go into play again.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry- I didn’t- I tried to pull away, but you didn’t-. I- I couldn’t-.”, “Shh ma’ Teylan…” you coo, rising to his level, gently caressing the side of his face, “You did well.”.

A look of shock would paint his features briefly as you said this, “I-I did?”, to which you’d nod with a soft hum, a warm smile painting on your lips.

That’s all he needs to melt into your touch, nuzzling into your palm as his arms move to encase you in his embrace, his body still trembling slightly from his orgasm.

Happy New Years, my loves! Let's start 2024 off right shall we? A little smut to start the new year🤭

A quick thank you to my pookies @pandoraslxna @justcaptiannoodles and @itchaboi-itchyboy for giving me some inspiration 💜

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maxcuntstappen · 2 months

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wanted to post some comfort lestappen after yesterday and generally to kind of cleanse the energy of the tumblr dash over the last couple of days.

enjoy <3

“Baby,” Max says, “Come on.”

It doesn’t change anything. Charles stays lying on his front, his face buried in his pillow.

He looks so small like this. So tiny. It makes Max want to protect him, to kiss his forehead and hold him close and keep him there for as long as they live.

“Charlie,” Max whispers, fingers reaching out to comb through Charles’ soft, brown locks, “Talk to me please.”

Charles replies, but the words reach Max all garbled, the sound swallowed up by the intruding pillow.

But still. It’s progress.

Max lies down on his side next to Charles, throwing an arm over his waist. He kisses Charles’ cheek. Once, twice. Three more times.

And finally, like the sun breaking through grey clouds, Charles’ head turns towards him. Just a little bit. Only a single beautiful green eye looking at Max.

“Hi,” Max smiles, his hand caressing Charles’ cheek, “It’s nice to see your lovely face.”

And despite everything, Charles smiles. It makes Max feel like he’s won a goddamn trophy.

“Do we not want to talk about what’s wrong?”

Charles shakes his head.

Max hums.

It’s not ideal. Charles is the kind of person who always feels better once he talks his emotions out. But if he doesn’t want to, Max will not force him.

“Is there something else we can do, that I can do which would help?”

Charles’ bottom lip sticks out, a cute little pout that makes Max’s chest ache.

“I don’t know,” Charles whispers, his voice rough and heavy, “I don’t know what to do, what will help.”

Max nods, running through his mental directory of things and activities that he knows Charles enjoys.

“I think,” Charles begins, biting his lip.

“Yes?” Max urges, running his fingers down the length of Charles’ spine, smiling gently at the shiver that follows.

“I think I just want to be sad for a bit,” Charles says, his eyes so careful, so observant, undoubtedly evaluating all of Max’s expressions, “I just want to be sad and watch some tv and that’s all.”

Max doesn’t know what to think. Or say.

It’s not something Charles has done before, as far as Max is aware of. Charles either talks about it or works out about it or writes some music about it. He’s never just… been with it. That’s more of Max’s thing.

“Is that okay?” Charles asks cautiously.

“Of course it’s okay, schatje,” Max says, moving closer to kiss Charles’ nose, “Of course.”

The corners of Charles’ mouth turn up a little, making the corners of Max’s mouth turn up a whole lot.

“Do you want to be alone? I could give you some space, go sim race for a while or play with the cats.”

Charles frowns, shaking his head, “No. Stay.”

“Okay,” Max smiles, “Do you have something particular you want to watch?”

“No, not really. I just don’t want to think.”

“Okay,” Max nods, “Okay. Come on then, come here”

Max sits up, leaning against the headboard, holding his arms open.

Charles is quick to move, settling into Max’s side, breathing a sigh of relief.

“I’m going to pick the third movie that’s on our watchlist, okay?” Max asks, feeling Charles nod against him, his hair tickling the inside of Max’s arm.

Max doesn’t think he’s even heard of the movie. It’s animated and about a goose and a fish and why the hell is this on their watchlist.

Doesn’t matter. He picks it anyway.

It’s quiet as they watch the film. Something Max is not used to.

Charles is a chronic talker. Even during movies. Seriously. The man has an opinion about each scene and he will make it known.

He is really fucking lucky that Max doesn’t care much about films and would rather be listening to Charles’ voice anyways.

Yeah, it’s odd, feeling Charles next to him, matching his own breathing to his and not knowing any of the things going on in his head.

But it’s okay. It’s what Charles needs. And that’s all that matters.

Charles snorts suddenly, scaring the shit out of Max, “I don’t get it. How can a goose and a fish be friends? Like how can a goose hear what the fish is saying underwater?”

Max has to force down a cackle to be able to reply. It makes his voice sound all strange and high-pitched.

“That’s the part you decide to question and not the fact that they of course can talk?”

Charles rolls his eyes, giving Max’s arm a hard smack, “You know what I mean, you asshole.”

Max doesn’t. He really, really doesn’t.

But Charles has already moved onto sharing his next thought and he sounds lighter and he’s moving his hands around as he talks and so when he asks Max if he thinks it’s stupid that the main character goose has a ‘cooler haircut’ than the other geese, all Max does is nod and say, “So fucking stupid, schatje. It’s so stupid.”

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youraverageaemondsimp · 7 months

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“You belong to me and me only.” // Aemond Targaryen x Aunt!Hightower!Reader

MDNI

WARNINGS: dubcon, p in v sex, canon typical incest, breeding kink, noncon voyeurism, jealous!aemond, kinda toxic, tiddy sucking, degradation, humiliation, dacryphilia(?), rough sex, choking, reader's age is left up to interpretation. + not proofread // based on this request.

WC: 2k

You were reading a book in allotted chambers when you felt the noise of a stone slide, you sighed already knowing who it was before you got up and turned to face the intruder, arms crossed. Aemond was in your room before he came close to you and embraced you, “Aunt.” he whispers, nose buried at the top of your head before he takes in the scent of you, hair smelling like roses.

You push him away and put your book down on the table before putting some distance between you and Aemond, “You should leave.” you say and he furrowed his eyebrows, “What the fuck do you mean by that?” he grits his teeth and you sigh. “Aemond, I am to be married soon, I cannot continue this….whatever this is, with you.” you speak, “But I love you.” he replies.

“I know, and I love you too, but my sister has declined our betrothal.” you try to speak some sense into him.

“I do not give a shit about my mother's opinion on this matter, I want you. I want to have you, your body and soul.” Aemond says and you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach at that but you quickly push them away before you shake your head.

“It is useless.” you reply.

“I would rather burn this keep to the ground with vhagar than watch you marry someone that isn't me, aunt.” he grits his teeth as he proclaims angrily.

“My dear, I know it is upsetting, but we cannot do anything about this-” you try convincing him but he lets out a sound similar to a growl before storming off.

Just then a guard informs you of the dinner you were supposed to have with all of the family, yes that included Rhaenyra and her family.

Your maids quickly get you ready for the dinner, donning you in a beautiful green down, with a squared neck cut and slightly puffed sleeves, gold lacing incriminated into the cloth, not extravagant, simple enough dress which was suitable for dinner.

You wore your hair loose, except the two strands that were braided and put together at the back of your head, and then you wore your most valuable gift of all, a valyrian steel necklace, thin braided, with a sapphire drooping down the middle, small and heart shaped.

It was a gift from Aemond, it's not he hadn't gifted you other things, it's just that this necklace was something that you liked the most and the one which held meaning to you, after all it was the necklace you had received after Aemond had confessed his feelings for you.

And just like that, you were ready for dinner.

You sat down on your chair and watched as Aemond talked to Aegon, Aemond had switched places and sat right next to you, which earned a look from Alicent who Aemond paid no mind to.

Dinner was going well, everyone seemed to be getting along, Luke and Jace were on their best behaviour today, it seems their mother had finally reprimanded them.

That was what you thought until you caught Daemon Targaryen staring at you, at first you thought it was a mistake, but he for sure was staring at you, or rather at your cleavage.

You watched as he took a sip of his wine, eyes flickering down to your breasts before up to your face, he gave you a small smirk before drinking.

You noticed how visibly uncomfortable Rhaenyra was and you felt so bad for her, you shrugged off and pretended nothing ever happened, until you heard your sister bring up the topic of Aemond's betrothal.

What shocked you most was that she had said that Aemond was the one who proposed it.

A marriage alliance to the Baratheon House.

Floris Baratheon.

You clenched your jaw in jealousy and anger, you knew you were both meant to part ways, in fact you were the one who bought it up in the first place anyways but that didn't matter, you were angry, at both him and yourself for feeling like this.

You simply gave him a glare from your side, before turning your attention to the man who was sitting across, he still shamelessly checked you out. And then you got an idea.

You leaned in front of the table, pretending as though you were fetching something, causing the flesh of your breasts to almost spill out, giving Daemon the time of the day, his face flickered over to your face and you gave him an innocent smile before sitting back, nobody seemed to have noticed except for Aemond at what you had done.

Then you felt something trail up the front of your leg and you looked at Daemon who now had a relaxed expression as his boot made its way upwards your skirts, trailing a path, and you pulled your legs back, and shot him a smirk, basically inviting him in.

Aemond had begun to notice all this, the way when your hands would linger longer whenever you would pass something to his uncle, the way he stared at your chest, it made him mad.

He proposed this marriage so that you would break and create a scene and get you and him married. But this isn't what he had expected.

He finally snapped when he heard your sweet laugh, which was drawn by daemon's joke, he slammed his fists on the table and before anyone can process it he's pushing the food off and slams you by your head on the table kicking your chair off forcing your legs straight. You were extremely taken aback by this.

“Since you want to parade yourself like a whore, I will treat you like one.” he growls before he hikes your skirts up and you panic, struggling and Alicent looks at this in horror, everyone looks as if they're scared.

“Aemond! Stop this right now!” Alicent tries to come over to help you but he shoots her a look and she backs down, scared that her son might hurt her as well.

He quickly undoes his breeches, he didn't care if everyone was watching him, that's exactly what he wanted, he slipped into your folds with such brutality that made you moan loudly and claw at the table, you tried fighting him off but he held your hands together at your back and let go of your neck, spanking your ass.

“Look at this, already so fucking wet.” he collects the wetness yout produced and smears it across your skin, and just then you were able to feel how wet you were.

“Fucking whore.” he says as he starts snapping his hips at a brutal pace causing you to moan, it was so humiliating, to have everyone watch you while he fucks you, they're too scared to interefere, Alicent closes her eyes at this act of depravity being displayed, and everyone seems to be looking anywhere but whatever was being displayed, and Aemond was visibly annoyed, he wanted everyone to look, to see how much of a whore you were, he wanted to humiliate you.

“Look at this uncle, wasn't this bitch just flirting with you moments ago? Watch how she is moaning underneath me now.” he grunts, thrusting, making your body jolt up the table, and Daemon stares at you, unashamed.

You burst into tears, feeling insulted and humiliated, “Dear aunt, are you crying right now? Don't, you were the one who wanted to act like a whore from the silk streets.” he coos mockingly and you sniff, his thrusts become sloppy before he pushes him to the hilt and finishes inside you, before pulling out and wearing his breeches, before smoothly walking his way out, leaving you unsatisfied and on the table, a mess.

Alicent comes towards you and pulls your skirts down, she seems to be at the verge of crying as well, fixing you up and giving you a hug and you just looked at everything in a daze, mad and humiliated.

But most of all unsatisfied.

Aemond didn't let you finish, but sought out his own pleasure like a cunt.

That's what made you mad.

“Let's pretend nothing happened here, and Aemond.. That mangrown… ” Alicent sighs and everyone nods, looking at you in pity and you just feel tears streaming down your face, and your sister wipes them away.

You left the scene, going back to your chambers, and the sight in front of you made you mad.

Aemond was in your chambers.

“What the fuck are you doing here, get out.” You say sternly and he turns to look at you, you close the door behind you before lunging at him, and he seems taken aback by this but he dodges, and grabs you by your neck before applying pressure, causing you to see stars as the oxygen was so slowly deprived from you.

He pushes you onto the bed, hand leaving your neck as he rips your gown apart, the material tearing, causing your breasts to spill out, he grips them tightly, nails biting into your skin causing sparks of pain, you gripped his hands trying to pull them off but he only held on tighter, “He was staring at these,” he growls, “But he doesn't know that they belong to me.” he takes your breast in his mouth, tongue circling around your nipple, causing you whine before he bites down harshly, making you arch your back and grip his hair.

He pulls away and trails kisses down your body, stopping at your cunt, he pulls your legs apart, revealing your folds to him, he moans at the sight, his previously stuff spend leaking outside, and coating your thighs, he licks at of it up before his lips descend onto your pearl, he sucks on it, tongue flicking up and down your bud, you throw your hand back and moan, hands coming up to grip his hair as you rut against his face, he moans into your cunt, relishing in the combined taste of you and him, he pushes his finger inside your hole as he kisses your bud, thrusting in and out, fingers curling upwards to hit your spot.

And soon, you come all over his hands and he moans at the way your cunt clenches around his digits, “Fuck- need to be inside you once again.” he pulls his fingers out and replaces it with his cock, pushing past your folds and sitting all snuggly inside.

He leans down to kiss your neck, biting at it to leave marks, he fucks you at a brutal pace, making your body jolt, and the bed creak against the floor.

He pulls away from your neck to watch your fucked out expression, drool dripping from the side of your mouth, which he leans in and licks it up before kissing you, your moans are muffled by it.

He felt himself near once again, “I can't wait to fill you up, maybe at the earlier display, and my son growing in your womb, she might wed us.” he tells you his plan easily and you nod.

“You'd be so pretty, all full and round of my child, trying to waddle around, trying to keep up with my pace— ah! fuck!” he moans as he spills himself inside you, all the thoughts only spurring him on further.

And you feel your band snap at the same time, cumming along with him, moaning extremely loudly, chanting his name like a prayer.

He pulls out and watches his cum drip out of you, he scoops it up and shoves it back inside, and you wince from the overstimulation.

“You belong to me, and me only, do you understand?” he growls and you nod.

“I want to hear it.”

“Yes, Aemond, I understand.” you say.

And soon, Alicent weds you both, the entire family was quiet during the celebration, knowing the reason why, yet they all congratulated you.

Aemond finally got what he wanted at the end.

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thelov3lybookworm · 2 months

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My fault (part 2)

Part 1

Summary: She has accepted that she needs to stand up for herself.

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A/n: um... this thing is apparently turning into a short series lol.

I like it. It was so fun writing this part, and I hope the next part will be posted soon ❣️

enjoy!

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Y/n tore through the winding streets of Velaris as if her ass was on fire.

Judging by the looks she got, she definitely looked like it was. Or maybe it was her sobs and tears that made people look.

Whatever it was, Y/n would have been mortified and willed herself to melt into the concrete if she hadn't been so heartbroken and focused on getting away as fast as possible.

Y/n did not stop or slow until Nina's apartment was visible, and the open windows made her falter.

What if she was intruding on something? Surely, Nina would get tired of her one day and then leave-

No.

Y/n was disgusted with herself for thinking that way. She knew Nina would never leave, no matter what. She was too good of a person to do that.

Y/n slowed to a walk, ignoring the eyes she felt on herself, and walked closer, wondering if Nina could be having company.

She did not have to wonder for long, though, as Nina appeared in one of the lit up windows of her apartment, a cup in her hands.

She looked over the area surrounding her apartment, her features relaxed. But then her eyes met the teary eyes of her best friend, and her face tightened, concern evident in her posture, and she beckoned Y/n closer.

When Y/n reached the entrance to Nina's apartment, she found her friend waiting for her, the door wide open. The moment Y/n was close enough, Nina reached out, wiping away a few stray tears that hadn't yet dried on Y/n's face.

"What did that bastard do now?"

Y/n sniffed as she walked in behind Nina, shutting the door. "He did nothing. Not really."

Nina snorted, pulling out two glasses and a bottle of wine. "Of course, he never does anything. Just stands by and watches his family tear into you."

Y/n sighed, settling into the plush couch in front of the fireplace. "Nina-"

"Don't, Y/n. I know he has done something to upset you. Don't defend him."

Y/n stared into the fireplace as Nina filled a glass with the wine and pressed it into her hand. Y/n absently took a sip, relishing in the feeling of the cold wine making its way down her throat as she wondered how to break the news to Nina. It was as if Cassian was her husband and not Y/n's.

When the silence became unbearable, Y/n blurted out the first thing that came to her mind. "They're mates."

Y/n spied Nina from the corner of her eyes, and watched as the dark haired woman nearly dropped her glass as she gaped at Y/n.

"They- who- what?"

A small smile spread on Y/n's lips. "Yes. Cassian and Nesta- the female you saw him kissing? They're mates."

"I- how?"

"Do you think I am the mother?" Y/n snapped, then her eyes flew wide, glancing at Nina in a panic. "I am so sorry-"

But Nina cut her off with a loud, disbelieving laugh. She had a huge smile on her face, something akin to pride shining in her eyes, dancing with mirth, her drink long forgotten in her limp hand.

Y/n huffed. "Only you would be happy about getting snapped at."

Nina cackled at that.

"What is so funny?" Y/n grumbled, frustrated.

Nina couldn't speak for a whole minute, heaving and trying to breath from how hard she laughed. "I'm sorry- sorry. It's just, its been centuries since I saw this side of you."

Y/n blinked at her friend, then turned back to the fire silently.

When Nina spoke next, her voice was solemn. "What happened, Y/n? You never cared for others opinion before. What has he and his family done to you?"

Y/n refused to meet her friend's eyes. "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Oh but you do. You do remember doing whatever you wanted, not caring about what your mother said back before you met that brute."

"Nina-"

"No, Y/n, let me speak. Do you remember how you met him? We were out partying, and you just wanted to dance all night. That's when he approached you, because he saw how free and careless and confident you were. He fell in love with that confident female who cared not for male approval, but for her own happiness. When did you begin caring for what he thought?"

"Nina... I- he was my first love. I did not know how to be in a relationship, let alone be happy in it. I had no guidance except for what my mother taught me, and that is what I did. I used her advice and teachings to be with him. And my father stayed with her till he died, so I just assumed I had to be the same as her to be in a happy and lasting relationship."

Nina released a frustrated breath, throwing back her drink. "Bitch relocated to hell and left her shit teachings here to ruin your life."

Y/n choked on her drink, trying not to laugh.

A moment after Y/n stopped choking, she leaned back, tears pricking her eyes as she thought back to the time when nothing and no one mattered but herself and her happiness.

Silence settled around the two best friends, but it was the silence of comfort. Of regret and sadness. Of reminiscing of the time long lost.

Y/n was sure hours had passed when se spoke again. "Nina?"

"Hmm?"

"I miss her."

A beat of quiet. "Who?"

"Me."

It was just a whisper that answered her question, but Nina heard it nonetheless, and her happiness and pride was palpable in the air.

"I want to leave."

"I will come with you. I hate it here anyway."

A moment, then Y/n nodded despite the ache in her heart.

"Let's go."

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tellodona · 4 months

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i saw anon ask this in my inbox, but i accidentally deleted it 😭 i hope anon would see this !

the brothers seeing mc use sfx makeup

heads up: gn!mc, swearing in lucifer's

lucifer

he hasn't seen you all day, so he assumes you haven't left your room

hm. he has spare time. what's wrong with checking in on you?

he knocks on your door, and patiently waits for you to open it

when you do, what greets him is the sight of you with blood everywhere on your face

your makeup had your left eye blackened out (you just closed it) with fake blood dripping right out of it. and you even took the liberty of making yourself paler than usual

mc. what. the. fuck.

right of the bat, he could smell toxins on your face, and deduced it was makeup

but that still doesn't stop him from freezing over

"lucifer... are you okay?"

"*clears his throat* yes, i am, mc. are you perhaps trying... very detailed makeup?"

he has mixed feelings about it

one, wow, you're talented, good job, you almost scared him, mc

second, the blood reminded him too much of something and someone

"mc... please give me a heads up when you try this... sfx makeup, if you would"

that would depend

mammon

he had a big win in one of the casinos he frequents, so of course you had to know too!

he stomps towards your door and barges into your roon without much of a warning

you flinched and accidentally got lipstick on your teeth, so look turned and glared at him

he SCREAMS

"MC WHAT THE HELL??????????"

you had makeup to look like your face was burnt, and it looked too realistic for his liking. with your glare, it made you look more terrifying

he was shaking in his place because he got so scared-

ehem! the GREAT mammon doesn't get scared, okay?!

still though, you sigh and you should gently apologize to him

"mc, you scared the bejeebers outta me! i- i mean... i was surprised! just surprised! this're the things you gotta tell me, alright?!"

from then on he learnt how to knock. but it's more like slamming on your door impatiently

leviathan

because of the extent of his knowledge in cosplaying, you wanted his opinion on something about your makeup. like the color of your eye contacts maybe

you knock on his door, and when he doesn't answer, you hear faint sounds of a game going off inside, so you took the liberty of going inside

there he was, busy in front of his computer on a game that probably just came out an hour ago

you waited for him to finish, so when he did, you called out his name

he flinched, sighing, "mc, you have to stop scaring-"

he turns around and pales

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

he threw his controller at you, which hit you square in the face

we are NOT forgetting about the fact that he's a literal grand admiral

of course you're falling down on your bum

"m- m- m- mc, i'm so sorry!!!!!!"

literally on his knees begging for forgiveness

after a while, the both of you calm down

he finally takes into detail with your sfx makeup, which looks like you were drowned in the sea and you had tears coming out of your eyes

"maybe gray would look great... or blue?"

he'd help with whatever you need, just don't scare him like that again, normie!

satan

he'd recently borrow a book from the human world from you, finished it in one sitting, and wanted to return it to you

he knocks on your door, and when you told him to come in, he did

you were in front of your mirror, but he wasn't in the angle to see your reflection

"mc, i wanted to return your book- oh."

you returned around, looking at him curiously

your makeup made an illusion where your face seemingly split apart in the middle, one side was crying, and one side was angry

it hit home for him, despite the absolute gore of a thing you have on your face right now

he just wore a frown on his face, making you have a feeling of worry, "satan... are you okay?"

he gets out of his head and nods

"i just wanted to return your book. sorry if i'm intruding on something."

you assure him it's fine, and he debates whether to stay or not

he does, he sits on your bed behind you

"what's your inspiration for that, mc?"

asmodeus

you were asking for some makeup suggestions these past few days which was he excited to share with you

"are you going somewhere, mc? oh, oh! can i come? i can, right?!"

you laugh and tell him it depends

it's been two days since you last asked for makeup suggestions, so he assumed you already have them

he skips towards your room with a happy hum, knocking on your door, "mc~ i'm coming in!"

he walks in, smiling brightly

you were just finishing up, and you turned around

he almost hurls

"o- oh... that's what you've been up to, huh?"

you had some sort of crown on top of your head, but it was broken in half. your face had distorted make up on it, scratch marks all over, broken jewels decorated around your face, and some sort of gunshot wound on your forehead

he walks closer to you, his smile coming back, "can i make some suggestions?"

he immediately got hooked

be ready for an impromptu photoshoot

beelzebub

he'd recently receive a coupon for one of the restaurants he always go to that everything will be 25% if you bring someone with you

he immediately thought about you

he happily walks to your room, a smile on his face thinking about how much food he'll be eating and that you would be there with him

he knocks like once, before he just opens your door

"mc, i got a coupon after winning- what are you doing?"

he tilts his head when you look like you were poking at something on your face with a brush

you turn around to find him standing there with said coupon in hand, "what is it, beel?" you ask

but he just freezes

you had yourself look like you were crying, burn marks all over your face, and you wore an eye contact on your right eye to make it look like it went blind

"beel?" you try calling out again

he shakes his head when he stops thinking and the smell of the makeup's toxins flaring in his nose

"oh... uhm. you look great, mc. i didn't know you could do that."

you thank him, and he went on with the tangent about the coupon

he's desperate in subtly ignoring the makeup

belphegor

it's rare, but somehow he got a nightmare

he forgot about it as soon as he woke up, but he was still feeling a little restless

he walks out of his and beel's room and walked downstairs

he finds your light still open, so he immediately decided to make it your problem

he just opens your door without any prior warning and sees you standing by your bed

he raises an eyebrow and calls your name

you turn around and he was dumbfounded

you black and white feathers scattered around your hair, your eyes were depicted to be swollen from crying, your nose is bleeding, a slice on your cheek, and half of your face was burnt

and it felt like his nightmare all over again

"mc...?"

he was frozen over and you had to frantically assure him it was makeup

it took him a while to respond to you, and just nodded

he slept in your bed with you that night

i had some inspirations from the internet, but most of them are little close to home heh

see what i did there?

#well that turned angsty rq #welp #omswd #obey me #anon ask #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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sycamorelibrary754 · 6 months

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The Afterglow

Summary: You finally visit Natasha’s grave a year after she passed away. You don’t know what you expected to find or feel when you get there, but you want to feel something. Maybe Yelena does too.

Pairings: Natasha x reader, Yelena x reader (Platonic)

Genre: Angst, Comfort

Word Count: 918 words

Warnings: Grief, mentions of death.

A/N: I can't believe today is finally here. I wasn't planning on writing anything today, but I was listening to Afterglow by Ed Sheeran, and this came out. Lyrics from Afterglow are italicized. Credit to the writers of WandaVision for the final line. I miss Natasha Romanoff.

October used to be your favorite month. A million colors of hazel, golden, and red. Natasha would do anything and everything to make the fall season special for you. Lighting your favorite apple cinnamon-scented candle, attempting homemade hot chocolate for you, even indulging you in wearing matching fall sweaters when she was most definitely not a fluffy sweater person. You were both love drunk.

But that was then and this was now. It had been a year. Three hundred and sixty-five days without her strength, her protection, her vulnerability, her love. Since Natasha’s death, you couldn’t bring yourself to visit her grave. It was only a symbolic resting place, after all. Her physical form lost to the dark depths of Vormir. An incapacitating fact you never let yourself think about. You knew the remaining team had made the journey to Ohio. Moreover, even if she didn’t want to admit it, you knew Yelena had quietly bought a small house in Ohio just to be close to her sister again.

You decided it was time. You didn’t know what you expected to find or feel when you got there, but at this point, you just wanted to feel something. You didn’t tell anyone you were going, not wanting to hear everyone’s opinions. She was your love, and you were hers.

The flight was only a couple of hours, but it felt like a couple of days. Lost in your head and your memories that now reappear tinged with pain. You’re on autopilot in your mind, so you almost don’t notice when you pull up to an isolated dirt road and put the car in park. The fall leaves crunched under your boots as you made your way up the road, framed delicately by the surrounding trees. It was a pretty place, you admit to yourself. Simple, but beautiful. Just like Natasha would have wanted.

A small collection of headstones comes into view as you wind your way up the path. Rays of light danced upon the ground. It didn’t take you long to spot her headstone. Right in the center of everything, just as she always was. The only one lovingly blanketed in flowers, teddy bears, and handwritten notes. Natasha Romanoff. Daughter. Sister. Avenger.

You kneel in front of her headstone and run your hand over the cold stone. The only sounds are the distant chirping of the birds and the fluttering of the wind through the trees. So alone in love like the world had disappeared. For you it had. Your world had disappeared and was never coming back. You’re lost in a moment of solitary grief until a whistle cuts through the silence. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, not moving from your spot on the ground.

“I stopped expecting her to whistle back a couple of months ago”, a Russian voice said as it reaches your ears.

You stand up, not even bothering to look. You stare straight ahead as Yelena joins you in front of the headstone. “More people come to this place than you would think, considering how secluded it is”, Yelena says softly. I try to come a couple of times a week and clean up. Be with her, feel her. Wherever she is now.”

You don’t speak, only nod.

“I hoped you would come today. I thought about calling, but I didn’t want to intrude.”

“Honestly, I thought you were angry with me for not coming here sooner,” you finally respond.

“I could never be. Who am I to tell you how to process losing the love of your life?” she said as you stare up at the trees.

“It’s strange, you know. It always felt like Natasha and I lived life in glowing color and now I’m just existing in black and white”, your voice trailing off.

“We used to chase fireflies in the backyard when we were small. Melina taught us that the glow came from the chemical process of bioluminescence,” Yelena recalled.

“Forever the scientist,” you sighed.

“It's taken me my entire life to realize that the glow I was really chasing all that time was hers”, the young widow said.

You finally look over at Yelena. Her eyes shone with the radiance of unshed tears. You reach for her hand and feel the coolness of her rings as your fingers intertwine.

“I would give anything to have had more time with her. I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make her proud”, she whispered.

“She was already proud of you, Yelena. She always will be”, you said with a shake in your voice.

Now Yelena is the one who nods silently.

“She loved you, y/n,” Yelena finally says after a moment of reflection. “You broke down the walls. Her entire life she believed love was for children. It wasn’t until you that she started to believe maybe love was for her too.”

“I loved her too… I always will,” tears started to flow silently down your cheeks.

“She burned so bright. We have to hold on to the afterglow. Forever.” Yelena declares as she squeezes your hand.

That broke you. You embrace each other in a hug as you cry together. Neither of you have to say anything. The action spoke a thousand words. Words of grief, words of love. Everything you had been holding on to for the last year. At last, you finally felt something. What is grief, if not love persevering?

#natasha romanoff x reader #yelena boleva x reader #black widow #mcu #the avengers #angst #grief #comfort #Spotify #natasha romanoff #yelena boleva

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thatlittleegyptologist · 2 months

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Hi, I just saw a "which historical event would you time travel back to" poll and it got me wondering: if time travel were possible, would you consider it ethical (in an academic context) to do so? Assuming it was possible to in some way mitigate the chances of accidentally interfering with past events, do you think time travel would be welcomed as an indispensable tool for historians or would the risk of changing the past be seen as too severe to allow for time travel even with mitigating efforts? Do you think there would be other ethical implications in time travel for academic purposes? Would time travel even be seen as a useful tool at all, given that history is about so much more than simply confirming the accuracy of historical facts?

I guess my thoughts are that time travel wouldn't actually change that much in most cases, as we would still just have people arguing about the importance and meaning of a slightly more accurate set of facts than we had access to before, but I am not a historian so I thought I'd ask your opinion.

Hope you're having a smashing day,

I would not consider it ethical - either academic or otherwise, no. We have no right to go back and observe people's lives like they were exhibits. It is one thing for someone to see an artefact in a museum, it is quite another to go back and intrude on the lives of the dead while they still live it.

The purpose of studying history is to seek to understand what went before us. That's part of the fun - the discovery, the research, the comparing of sources. It is in the finding out, but also knowing that we cannot know everything that many seek to find themselves. An invention, such as time travel, would rather negate a lot of these aspects. Yes, we can all imagine what it would be like to go back and witness major historical events, but we are not supposed to be there.

Ethically, the question is not 'can we safely mitigate the consequences?' but 'what right do we have to do this in the first place?'. We simply don't. I cannot imagine a world where anyone has the right to go back to any private moment of any individual in history and spy on it for information. We seek privacy from online advertising spies in the modern day. We hide our lives, or use tools to confuse their data harvesting. Yet we would not give those who have gone before us that respect? Further to that end, once it was implemented people now would start to find ways around being sought by such technology so if someone wished to go back to pry into their personal lives, especially unguarded moments where they were not around anyone.

Any such implementation of it would have to account for not the 'what good could we do?' but instead the 'what chaos could be wrought?' People, more often than not, do not use technology in the way that it ought to be used. There is far more risk of people using such a thing for their own ends and ill deeds, than there ever would be in knowing the precise play by play moments of a major historical event. It's not a historian you'd have to worry about in this scenario, it's the tech bro who wants to win an argument on the Deceased Monty Python Avian Sketch App, because we all know the technology would never be allowed to stay within the purview of academia.

It would change everything of the study as we know it. Instead of arguing over what's left, we would be subjected to the invasion and potential change of what it was. If such a thing were ever implemented I would quite frankly be horrified at how far the field of study had fallen.

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suuuupernovaaa · 1 year

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säspxin

säspxin [sæ.ˈsp’in] n. disease, sickness, illness

Anonymous Request: Lo'ak is sick and completely bed ridden and he barely eats. Reader visits him, and when he refuses to eat, out of frustration and his weakened state, she offers to feed him. The next day he is waiting expectantly, he's in a brighter mood, and he wants her to feed him again. When his siblings come to visit unexpectedly, they catch him in the act of enjoying being pampered over like a baby causing an eruption of laughter and Lo'ak can't help but crack a smile himself.

With a few final pulls, the rug is finished. It's the largest I've ever completed, and the most beautiful, full of dark reds, greens and light blues. My heart swells with pride at the accomplishment. It has been a difficult journey, mastering the loom, but this rug shows my skill. It is as good as any that the elders have shown me.

Carefully, I roll it up and sling it over my shoulder, intent on taking it home to my family. On the way, I spot Kiri, the oldest daughter of the chief of our clan. She seems to be in a hurry, but waves to me anyway.

"Where are you rushing to?" I ask.

"Lo'ak is sick," she replies. I expect her to roll her eyes, as if her brother's illness is just a joke to her, but her face looks grave. He must be very sick, to have Kiri concerned.

"Is he okay?" I ask.

She shakes her head. "He is stubborn." She turns, taking off again, and I follow after her.

Though the Sully family is beloved by all, Lo'ak has often been, in my opinion, overlooked. In his adolescence, he was a little silly and overconfident, and often got himself and his family into trouble when he shouldn't have.

But he has grown into a fine man now, and I'm surprised more people have't noticed. He is level headed, careful, and still free-spirited. He is even taller than his father now, more broad-shouldered, with his hair always tied back neatly in large braids. He brings back the largest kills when hunting and fishing, and is always there to help when anyone in the clan needs his strength.

I find it so strange that he doesn't seem to be as widely admired as his older brother, but maybe it's just because he's younger. Either way, he certainly has an admirer in me, so I follow Kiri closely, back to her family's home.

Neytiri paces outside, Neteyam standing nearby.

"Y/N?" Neteyam asks, raising an eyebrow when he sees me. Kiri disappears inside, and I try to peer in, but I can't see Lo'ak.

"I'm sorry to intrude. Kiri said Lo'ak was sick. I just... wanted to see if I could help."

"With a rug?" he asks, and I had almost forgotten I was holding the giant thing.

I throw it onto the ground, next to the hut. "Sorry, again. I ran into her coming from the mother loom."

"I am glad you're here," Neytiri says, reaching out to grab my upper arm. "He will not eat, but he needs something. You go in, try."

"Oh, Neytiri, I don't know..."

She shoves me towards their alcove, and I can't say no to the Olo'eyektan's wife, so I stumble through the opening, breaking out into a sweat.

Kiri is sitting next to Lo'ak, who lays on the floor, a pillow propped under his head. His eyes are half-lidded, and he's covered in a sheen of sweat.

"I'm not hungry," he's telling Kiri, who is thrusting a bowl at him. It's full of a warm soup, with an inviting smell. Kiri looks up at me, pleading with her eyes.

"Your mom thought I might help." I approach slowly, and kneel at Lo'ak's side, opposite Kiri. She hands the bowl to me, and stands to exit without another word, clearly worried and frustrated.

Lo'ak rolls his head over, opening his eyes to look up at me. Even in his tired state, the corners of his mouth turn up. "Y/N, you came to see me."

I nod, placing the wooden spoon into the bowl, and scooping up a little broth and some small, cut up vegetables. "I came to feed you. Sit up a little," I say. With much effort, Lo'ak shuffles up so he's in a semi-upright position, and looks at me again.

"Well, open up," I say, bringing the spoon towards his mouth like he's a child.

"Are you worried about me, Y/N?" Lo'ak asks with a teasing smile.

"If you take a bite, I'll tell you."

His mouth falls open, and I insert the spoon, removing it cleanly.

"Yes. I got very worried when Kiri said you were so sick, and I came right away to see you."

"Why?"

I load the spoon with another warm bite. "Every question has to be bought with a bit of soup."

Lo'ak rolls his eyes, but opens his mouth again. Once he's taken another bite, I answer.

"I like you very much, Lo'ak. I don't want anything bad to happen to you."

He ponders as he chews. "Like me as a friend? Or more?" He opens his mouth this time without instruction, and my cheeks heat as I give him another taste.

"More," I admit. He seems to have a fever, so I'm hoping, possibly, he won't remember this conversation come tomorrow.

"Hmm," he ponders. "I don't think I can eat anymore, but I want to ask you another question."

"That was only three bites, Lo'ak!" I exclaim. "Just one more, please." I extend the spoon to him, and he sighs, his eyes growing heavy.

He opens his mouth, obliges me, and chews then swallows very slowly.

"What's your question?" I ask, setting the bowl aside.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're the most beautiful woman on this planet, or any other?"

I'm not sure whether to roll my eyes or blush, but the heat in my cheeks betrays me. "No. That's... what you think?"

He reaches out, grabbing my hand from where it rests on my thigh. "I have always thought that. I feel like shit, but I'm glad you came to take care of me today. Will you stay for a while?"

I squeeze his hand and nod. He closes his eyes immediately, and within mere moments, he is asleep. I sit there for quite a while, even after his hand has gone slack in mine, and stare at him.

His breathing is even, and when I feel his forehead, it's warm, but not hot. Slowly, I stand up, letting his hand down gently, and step outside to find Kiri and Neytiri still there.

I hand the bowl to Kiri, who looks down. "Half the bowl! How'd you do it?"

"Oh, I don't really know. Maybe just, because he doesn't know me very well."

Neytiri nods and gives a small, "Hm." She looks like she wants to say more, but thanks me instead.

"He asked me to come back tomorrow. I'll come in the morning, if that's okay?"

Kiri nods. "Maybe he'll eat breakfast if you're here."

As soon as I wake the next morning, I am thinking of Lo'ak. I have to stop myself from immediately running to see how he is. All I can think about is if he's better, and the things he said to me yesterday.

Has anyone ever told you that you're the most beautiful woman on this planet, or any other?

Was that his sickness talking, or did he mean it?

After a reasonable amount of time has passed, I practically run back to his home. When I step inside, I see, across the floor, the rug I had left yesterday. It looks beautiful here, and I take a pause to admire it.

"We didn't want to leave it outside," Jake says, noticing me looking. "We don't mean to steal it."

I chuckle. "It looks nice here, you should keep it."

"Oh no, Y/N," Neytiri says. "It must have taken you weeks. You take it home."

Waving my hand in the air, I shake my head and reply, "Bah! It looks beautiful here. I will make another."

Finally, I turn my head to see Lo'ak, sitting up today, and looking much better. He is less pale, less sweaty, and his eyes are much more alert.

"We need to go. You keep an eye on him, okay?" Jake says, clapping me on the back, nearly causing me to stumble with the force of it. With that, Lo'ak's parents are gone.

Next to Lo'ak sits a plate with some bread and fruit, and it's definitely untouched. I sit next to him, as I did the day before, and he grins.

"You came back."

I can't help but smile in return. "I thought you might have more questions."

"Do I have to eat in order to get answers?"

So he does remember, and he smiling up at me so brightly... it must mean he meant what he said, surely.

I grab the plate. "It looks like you can feed yourself today," I say, handing the plate towards him.

He lifts his hand up, putting it on his forehead, and then closes his eyes and gives a large, exaggerated sigh.

"Oh no, I'm too weak. Help me, please," he says in a hoarse voice, and I let out a loud laugh.

"Fine, fine." I pick up a berry, rolling it between my fingers. "Do you have questions?"

"Yes."

"Okay, go ahead."

I sit down further, off my knees and onto crossed legs, and place the plate on my knee.

"Do you have an intended mate? Someone you're promised to?" He opens his mouth, and I toss a berry in, then reach back to tear off a hunk of bread.

"No. Do you?"

He reaches over, picking another berry off the plate, and reaches for my mouth with it. Laughing, I open my mouth, and he tosses it in. It's sweet, exploding in my mouth, and I smile down at him.

"No," he says.

"Next question," I say, holding up the hunk of bread.

"How many kids do you want?"

That's a bold question. I pop the bread in his mouth, and think for a moment. "I don't know, really. Maybe... two. Or three. However many Eywa blesses me and my mate with."

"You'd be a good mom," Lo'ak says.

"How do you know?"

He shrugs as best he can while lying down. "You're nurturing, and kind, and really beautiful."

"You don't need to be beautiful to be a good mom."

"No, but I wanted to say it anyway." Lo'ak reaches over, picks a berry up off the plate, and puts it in his mouth.

"Oh, so you can feed yourself?" I say teasingly, and he drops his hand instantly, rolling his head to the side and sticking his tongue out.

"Momentary burst of energy. I'm tired again."

I tear off another piece of bread, and start to reach for him. "Any other questions, or can you just eat now?"

"When I'm better, can I take you on a date? It's... a Sky People thing. My mom and dad go on them. It's part of courting."

He opens his mouth wide, and I place the bread inside. He chews, staring at my expectantly.

"Are you seriously making her feed you, Lo'ak?"

Both of our eyes snap to the entrance, where Neteyam and Kiri stand, holding back laughter.

"You're being pampered like a baby!" Kiri says, both of them laughing. My cheeks flush with heat.

"We thought he needed medicine. He just needed the girl he likes," Neteyam says, elbowing Kiri in the ribs.

Lo'ak turns to me, and I expect to see embarrassment on his face, but his grin is wider than ever.

"So, the date?" he asks.

Though I feel nervous, a little out of breath, and I know a blush paints my cheeks, there's nothing I can do but smile in return.

"Yes, of course."

He reaches over, taking a handful of berries, and whips them at his siblings, who holler in protest. Lo'ak and I just smile at each other, almost blissfully unaware as they make their exit, happy to be alone again.

#Lo'ak fic #Lo'ak x reader #avatar twow #avatar 2 #Lo'ak sully

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ghostlypainterslimeclod · 6 months

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Mike Schmidt x Male reader

1/2

Mike is such a little meow meow boy and as such I've declared him a bottom (my opinion means nothing) my first actual fic

Mild NSFW

It's late around 6 pm, your lazeing on your couch in nothing but your boxers and sweater, when you hear a knock on your door, reluctantly you get out of your comfortable spot in front of your TV to get it. Peaking through your peep hole you see your perpetually tired and pretty neighbor, Mike and suddenly you feel like maybe you should have made the extra stop to put on pants. But you're here now so you open the door, "Hello," you say nervously hiding half way behind your door hoping he doesn't notice the Minecraft boxers wrapped around your waist " what brings you over?" He looks anxious now that you've opened the door a little drop of sweat forming on his brow , "um I'm sorry to intrude and all but um..." He shifted nervously from foot to foot then said "Can you watch my little sister I have to go to work and my usual sitter is M.I.A." You think for a second then ask "What do I get out of it?" You knew he was struggling so you didn't expect money you just wanted to make the brown eyed boy squirm. "Anything." He half sighed "Anything?" You repeat questioningly "Anything" he said looking at you with his big brown eyes, how could anyone say no to him with eyes like that you thought before stating "ok I'm holding you to that."

You quickly go back inside and put on a pair of sweatpants and shut down your house before following him across the street to his place it was a carbon copy of your house just a few things were different. He leads you inside where he tells you what your responsibilities and such are like his sister's name is Abby and she spends most her time drawing and that she already ate dinner so u just gotta make sure the house doesn't burn down while he's gone, well that's what you got between checking him out and his anxious chatter. Then after that little speech he says bye to his sister to her protest as she doesn't want to be separated from her big brother, then once he separates from her he says a polite "bye" and heads out the door. Which leaves you alone with a kid you only met once before when you first moved in. Honestly you had no idea why he trusted you to watch his sister but you got to know the pretty neighbor boy better so that's a plus.

You slowly make your way to Abby's room knocking lightly, "hey can I come in?" You ask and the door is opened by the small girl. "So you're who's watching me now?" She asked unimpressed. You just nod, man kids are rude then what she said next gave you a bit of a shock, " I don't get why he talks about you so much, anyway do you like drawing," you chuckle lightly "of course, I love drawing." So you drew with the kid until she fell asleep at her desk. She is a cute kid you thought to yourself as you tucked her into bed. You then went and sat on his couch and fell asleep watching his TV.

You feel the couch dip as someone sits on it waking you, you look over to see mike then look at the clock its 10 am and you groggily say "sorry for falling asleep for so long." He looked over and apparently he didn't notice you woke up. "Sorry for waking you." He said in a whispered voice, God his voice is really nice. " So I've been thinking about what you can do to pay me." You say slyly. "Yeah," he said curiously "what?" You smirk " I'd except payment with a kiss." He instantly flushed and looked away a little bit of sweat beginning to form. You quickly say "it was just an idea you don't have to." You beginning to believe you read him wrong only for him to say "no it's ok," he turned to look at you "I was just caught off guard." He then grabbed your face giving you a small peck. Your hands going to rest on his hips as you kiss him, this one lasting longer. The kisses got more heated with each one before he pulled back, a little gasp coming from between his chapped lips. "Oh god." He groaned quietly, you gently pulled him onto your lap giving he plenty of time to pull away if he wished. His hands now rest on your shoulders, as you slowly kiss his neck his stubble scratching your face. He let out little whimpers and whines his hands going to pull on your hair. Then he jolted a little and began peeling himself away from your grasp. "hmmm..?" U look up at his questioningly "um I think um maybe we should stop, I'm really tired, and I gotta take care of Abby when she gets back." He looked nervous. it was cute his face was flushed, a tent in his worn blue jeans, and his brown eyes almost totally eclipsed by his pupils. Thought he did look like he was about to fall asleep on his feet "yeah you should get some rest." You stood up a tent in your pants as well. "Can u watch Abby again tonight?" he asked nervously "she seems to really like you." You smirk at him "you don't have to pretend you don't just want to see me again, and of course I'll come back if that's my payment." You give him one more kiss he whines into and then you go back to your place the house seems so empty compared to his. The warm lights seeming cold and the rooms look bare, but that's how it always is.

#michael afton #fnaf movie #michael x reader #michael schmidt #michael schmidt smut #michael schmidt x reader #little meow meow #mike schmidt x male reader

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emmyrosee · 2 years

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“How did you get in my house?”

Your voice is anything but surprised to see the familiar intruder to your home, your eyes rolling into your skull as the one and only Atsumu Miya stands, happily, casually, in front of the fridge with his lips tucked into the spout of strawberry milk.

“You gave me a key, ‘member?” He hums, putting the milk away and closing the door. “Me and ‘Samu, for emergencies.”

“No, I gave you both a key to water my plants,” you grumble, tossing your own keys on the table and clutching the small bag in your hand closer to your chest. “Besides, I don’t know if craving strawberry milk classifies as an ‘emergency’.” Your protection over the bag only makes him tilt his head in interest, and you hate how cute you find the action. “What’re you looking at?”

“What’s in the bag?” He asks, pointing rudely at the pink bag in your grasp. “I thought we were going shopping together this weekend.”

“We are,” you say, voice lacking confidence. “But I needed… something for tomorrow night.”

“Like what?”

You feel your temple throb at his persistence, “‘Tsumu, don’t you have someone else to bother?”

“Not until practice tomorrow.”

“Well can you go bother your brother?”

“Your boyfriend told me to scram so he could plan out the menu for your date tomorrow night, try again.”

“Dear god,” you snarl, but you shake your head and plant a kiss to his cheek, watching him smile happily at the simple affection, “fine, you know where the snacks are, just… just give me like. 15 minutes, I need to call Rintaro.”

“Oo!” He says eagerly, “can I come! I haven’t talked to Suna in a while!”

“Absolutely not,” you answer promptly, and Atsumu deflates. “You, sit and stay. I just need his opinion on something.”

“Woah woah woah!” Atsumu interjects, watching you in betrayal.

“What?” You scoff, a brow cocking at his audacity and arms crossing over your chest. He looks at you incredulously, “uh, I don’t know; don’t you want my opinion on it?”

“Not really,” you deadpan, and this clearly doesn’t sit well with the blonde twin, as he scoffs and throws his head back, pawing at you and the bags dejectedly.

“Come on, I’m your best friend!” Atsumu whines, smiling hopefully. “Doesn’t my opinion matter to ya? Especially if it’s got somethin’ to do with your date with ‘Samu. Ain’t I the one to ask?”

The way your upper lip snarls makes Atsumu flinch back, but you know the brother of Osamu goddamned Miya is not about to backdown from your secrecy, so- against your better judgement, perhaps- you cave.

“Oh, yes, okay,” you clear your throat and reach in the bag to pull out the two sets of lingerie, blinking innocent at the bottle blonde whose eyes nearly bug from his skull. “Best friend, which one of these do you think would make me look hotter, so your twin brother would want to plow me?”

His jaw moves, but no sound comes out as you raise your brow expectantly. A smirk spreads over your lips as honey-colored eyes shift from one fabric to the other, and finally he clears his throat and plops back down on your couch. His cheeks are scarlet and he’s doing all he can to avoid your gaze, and it fills you with joy to know you’ve won this one.

“The blue one…” he mumbles shyly.

You quirk your jaw at him dominantly, “that’s what I thought, Miya.”

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Omg hi! We need more venture! And im having major brainrot of Venture and how they might be with kids! What if Reader and Sloane went to one of those itty bitty play dig sight activities and just see little kids brushing sand away from (fake) fossils! Like how will they react seeing a little kid learning about dinosaurs from Venture?

OR!

Reader having to babysit their niece or nephew and Venture is there along the way. And the just their niece/nephew just absolutely love listening to Sloane’s stories!

Im sorry if this is too much! You dont have to do this! Or you can just do whatever! I love your work and finally we can get more Venture love!

Venture with readers Niece!

It's not to much at all! I really like the idea of Venture being a parent personally- decided to do a one-shot for this one, hope u like it anon! -Frisk

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"Heeey, Sloane-? Sooooo quick question, how do you feel about 5 year olds-?" You grin sheepishly, standing behind Venture who was at their desk, studying a rock from an ancient Roman burial sight they found.

"Oh I love kids! They're always so cute, even though they can be brats sometimes- why you askin?" They put down the rock as they talk, turning to look at you curiously.

"Well, my sibling asked me if I could babysit today, and I may have said yes without thinking of the fact that you'd have to deal with my niece too." You laugh nervously, really hoping they won't be upset. You knew they loved kids so you weren't too worried about it, but you also weren't sure if they'd planned to do something today.

"Aw really!? I've haven't gotten to meet your family before! That's so cool! Does your niece like history?! I really hope she does- I love telling people about my discoveries! Do you think she likes eating rocks too-?" Venture, just as enthusiastic as ever, bombards you with questions about your family. You let out a sigh of relief as you try your best to answer all of their many, many, many questions, trying your best to keep them contained as you wait for your sister to drop off your niece, "Venture you are not feeding my niece rocks."

"Aww, but these ones are so cool!"

"I will chip another one of your teeth if you convince her to eat a rock."

"GASP! Betrayal!"

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"Of course, see you later! Love you too!" You gently usher your niece inside as you part ways with your sibling, now stuck babysitting for the next five hours.

Venture stands just behind the door, a nervous feeling in the back of their head. Despite being slightly worried your niece wouldn't like them, they were still super excited! They really hoped she would like them so she would tell your sibling good things about them and your sibling would finally want to meet them! And, of course, they were also hoping your niece would like to hear the story's Venture had to share.

As soon as you're niece is five steps in the door, Venture makes themselves known, jumping in front of her with their hands on their hips, in a sort of superhero pose.

"Hey there, little miss! How'd you get in here, huh?" They kneel down, a light tone in their voice as they tease her. "Mi amor! I think we've got an intruder on our hands!"

You shut the front door as you laugh to yourself, moving to stand next to Venture and rest one hand on their shoulder, slightly leaning against them. "Yeah, I think we do! We've gotta send 'em to the interrogation room!"

You scoop up your niece, laughing as she squirm around in your arms, cleary enjoying all the attention.

You both bring her to Venture's work space, setting her down in their chair and trying your hardest to look serious as you "interrogate" her.

"Who might you be, hm? And why are you here?!" Venture starts, poking your niece's cheek as they question her.

Your niece, while giggling, manages to answer their questions pretty well in your opinion. "I'm Charlotte! I'm here 'cuz my momma wants me to be!" She huffs, hands on her hips with the most adorable, smug face you've ever seen.

Venture nods along as she answers, clearly taking this so, so very seriously. "Well then, I suppose you can stick around, as long as you like to learn about history!" They laugh, picking her up and tucking her under their arm, bringing them to a spare room where they keep a few of their favorite artifacts they've they've found to show off.

"This one is from Greece! I got to go there for a week last year! And this one if from a remote area in northern Canada! Found that during my first year with the Wayfinders!" They point out different rocks and other things you can't quite identify, easily answering any questions your niece throws their way.

You stand in the doorway, smiling to yourself and admiring just how sweet Venture can be, wondering how in the world you got lucky enough to be dating them.

Your mind wanders, wondering what Venture would be like if the two of you had a kid. It wasn't something you thought about too often, but seeing how sweet they were with your niece, you couldn't help but wonder if they'd ever want kids of their own.

Obviously it wouldn't be anytime soon, you were both far too busy for that, but one day, maybe.

"Amor! Come here! You gotta listen to this story too! This cool little coin is from the Renaissance Era!" Venture snaps you out of your thoughts, holding a little golden coin up for you to see.

You move to stand next to them, taking your niece out of their arms and holding her yourself, both of you listening intently to Ventures story. Clearly, you're niece and you had one thing in common, you both absolutely adored the wonderful nerd you were dating.

#venture #overwatch x reader #overwatch #venture overwatch #venture x reader #sloane cameron #Xornk

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whispytrees · 8 months

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Honeymoon Hotsprings

Warning: nsfw, hot spring sex, smut, fingering, reverse cowgirl, squirting, vulgar language, cream pie

Sypnosis: (fem reader) you and Dazai are celebrating your honeymoon at a Hotspring, on the outskirts of Okayama.

You and your newly husband Osamu Dazai were sitting in the hot springs in the middle of the night, with the full moon shining bright down on you both and the hot glistening water you two were sitting in. Your back was pressed against his chest as you sat in between his spread legs while you could hear and feel the every bump of his heartbeat against your back and he could feel yours, he threw his head back onto the tall bamboo fence protecting you from any intruders peeking at you both and your lewd bodies.

You gently swished your arms around the water in a sigh of relief. You and Dazai definitely needed this. From all the stress of the wedding planning for you two, this is the best honeymoon you can ask for in your opinion. Being in the country side of Okayama while you breathed in the fresh air and the smell of the beautiful hot springs. It was like heaven. Not only that, you were beside your beloved newly husband, enjoying each others quality time and presence.

you could feel his arms start to wrap around your torso and pull you closer and tighter into his chest so he can get closer to your face, suddenly he hummed into your left ear and kissed behind it, starting to whisper you sweet nothings. You giggled a bit when his breath tickled your ear and you just untensed your shoulders while leaning your head back onto his shoulder, allowing him to continue what he was doing before. “This is just…..perfect…and so relaxing…” You whisper to yourself as Dazai nods his head in agreement.

“Of course it is, I begged kunikida to book the best hotel and personal hot spring for us after all.” He grinned, looking proud of himself as he stuck his head up high. You turn your head to face him as you just gently smiled and took his opposite cheek with your hand to bring his face closer to yours so you could give him a small peck, you said a little thank you and nod as you went back to your original comfortable position while closing your eyes. But this just relied him up even more.

He just looked down at you with a small smirk appearing on his features as he couldn’t help but observe your cute resting face. “oh darling, everything you do it just so cute. I sometimes just wanna kiss you up…” he said rubbing his head against yours like a puppy.

“And what’s stopping you then…” you said with a little smirk appearing on your own face as Dazai’s eyes widen in surprise before his own smirk grew even larger.

“Ohohoh!” he chuckled once more “where did this level of confidence come from my love? And why haven’t you showed me this side of you before Bella…” He flirtatiously whispered in your ear once more as his hand started to travel down to your thigh, massaging it gently as you opened your eyes looked down into the water to witness the entire thing.

Slowly, you looked back at him again and glanced into his gorgeous brown eyes that were staring back at you. “Well, I didn’t know you wanted to know this side of me..” You said sarcastically as gentle smile appeared on your face. His hand starting to move lower and to the inside of your thigh, moving it up and down.

“Oh really? What made you think I didn’t, pretty?” He started to nibble on your ear a bit as he tightened the grasp on your waist with his free arm and pushed you against his hardened cock as you gasped a bit in surprise making his dick twitch a little more from your reaction. “Feel that pretty?” His obnoxious smirk growing larger.

You nodded reluctantly as you tried to keep your composure, but suddenly you felt a finger started to draw closer to your pussy, going in between your folds as it started gracing you, moving up and down. Immediately you harshly gripped onto dazai’s arm as you looked up at him, but he still had that devious smirk on his features that made you all fluttery inside, he was enjoying seeing you squirm under his touch.

Before you knew it he plunged a finger inside you making your back arch in surprise and pleasure as a faint moan escaped your throat, but he tightened his arm around you so you wouldn’t be able to move from the position you were in before. You started to quiver by his touch, his finger was skinny and long, hitting almost all the places that got you seeing stars. But obviously his dick was better.

Soon he started moving his finger in and out of you, immediately getting you to moan from the sudden movements which only made him grin harder. “Does that feel good?” He asked mockingly as he planted his thumb on your clit receiving another moan out of you.

“Y-yes…” you hesitantly responded as he started circling his thumb around your clit, going down to kiss your bare shoulder which only made you shiver even more. But before you knew it, out of no where he inserted another finger, making you gasp as he stretched you open with his two long fingers.

“Osamu..” you mumbled under your breath as you felt him move his fingers inside of you, only making you moan louder than before.

You can feel his strong glare as he continued to play with your cute and bare cunt, you felt him kiss, bite and lick your bare shoulder. “You can take it can’t you..?…mmm…you look so gorgeous right now my love.” He spoke as a deep chuckle rose from back of his throat, feeling oddly proud of himself.

“I-i…” you tried to speak as you felt him press his long slender fingers down on that one spongy G-spot that got your brain turn into pure mush.

“Ah, ah, ah~ say it with your words my love.” He said with a seductive tone in his voice, kissing your cheek gently and affectionately, just to show how he still cares for you so much.

“M-more…need more…” you mumble under your breath but out of no where you felt something slipping out of you, leaving you with an empty feeling inside as you clenched around nothing. You sat up a bit and turned around to look at him in confusion and in disbelief, just as it was getting good he removed his fingers?

But suddenly you felt something round poking your hole, starting to glide up and down between your folds as you squirmed to the touch, you look down to see his hand holding his own cock, moving the tip up and down your sweet juicy cunt. You glanced back at him as he looked focused on what he was doing in between your legs. He looked back at you and smirked before he lined his tip to your entrance and pushed it in a bit leaving you with a breathless moan and him in a small grunt.

As his tip continued to push deeper into you, you felt his grip on your waist started to grow tighter, his nails leaving small moon crescents in within your waist. Including your grip on his arm starting to grow much tighter as well. “Your taking me-so so well..darling…” he hanged his head back for a moment before bringing it back and looking at you. “Your so-fuck-tight…this little pussy was made for me..” he grinned once more as he just bottomed out within you, a large moan leaving your voice in the process, his words overall making your stomach flutter inside.

Soon he started to rock his hips a bit, slowly thrusting in and out of you as you quickly start moaning. He was splitting you in half with the sheer size of him. No matter how many times you both have sex and no matter how many different positions you both do, you’ll never get used to how good he stretches you out. But quickly you catch on, starting to move your hips a little as well, making him gasp out a little grunt while he bit down on his lip. Before you knew it you lifted yourself a bit while putting your hands on his thigh to level yourself then quickly falling back down on his cock making you both moan from the pure pleasure you both were producing.

It quickly became a routine, you started bouncing and jumping on his hard cock as he guided you, keeping his hands rested on your waist while splashing the water in the meantime with the amount of hard thrusts and bouncing you both were doing. “Yeah…just like that…mm..” he nodded as he watched his cock disappear from inside of you. While you on the other hand we’re barely keeping yourself together, you felt your eyes tear up as his dick was hitting every soft spot you had in store. Feeling your eyes roll back as a familiar feeling of a knot started up in your stomach.

“O-…Samu…” you couldn’t help but moan his name as you felt his tip repeatedly hit the mush of your cervix. His dick twitching from inside you with the fast pace you both were doing. And his devilish grin only getting bigger as he heard the sweet sweet noises you were producing.

“Y-yes my love? Your close aren’t you…well me too.” He spoke through a moan. Of course he knew, how can one of the famous masterminds of the detectives agency not know that your close to your climax? Especially since your his newly wed wife, he’s already used to the way your pussy clenches onto his dick for dear life when your close to enough to cum. He drew his head back onto the bamboo again as he fucked himself into you, chasing after his own climax that was only bringing yourself closer to yours.

Soon enough you started to feel his finger fall back down to your clit, rubbing it and pressing down on it like nothing before, that just brought out another scream of his name out of you. Which only lead him on to his end. Before you knew it, you felt him thrust into you one last time and stuff you full with his white sticky cum. Once he did this you were soon after him, squirting on his dick within the water. Which left you and him panting.

You felt him wrap both his arms around your stomach and kiss you on the shoulder. “I love you so much..” He whispered under his breath, something he said so often, but still, something that still made your heart beat fasten.

“I love you too..” you turn your body to look back at him, running your hands through his brown chocolate colored locks which only let him release a hum under his breath and lean into your touch. “Now, let’s actually get ready. We have a dinner tonight don’t we?” You said in a gentle smile while trying to get up before you felt harsh arms pushing back down onto his lap again.

“Just…five more minutes…” he spoke gently, kissing your shoulder once again. “I just want to enjoy this moment for five more minutes..” he said rubbing his cheek against the hem of your head. As you chuckle to yourself from his reaction.

“Alright, just five more minutes.”

(I appreciate all the support I gained from my last post! This is a repost on my new account!)

#bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai smut #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai x y/n #bsd dazai #osamu x reader #bungo stray dogs dazai #hot spring #smut #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader

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To see you again | Rafe Cameron

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader Genre: Fluff Warnings: Alluding to hard substances slightly Words: 2.7k AN: If you guys enjoy this, let me know if you want a second part

Life had a funny way of reminding you of your place in the world, in society. A simple look into your fridge, your closet, your circle of friends and even merely the side of the island you lived on.

Granted, you felt rich in other ways that didn't incorporate the monetary value of your house. Rather than what filled the empty spaces within your tiny house, who occupied the area was much more important. In your opinion, anyway.

A small family like yours was sufficient enough. A loving mother, a hard-working father, and your high-spirited younger sister was all you ever needed in life.

But you couldn't help but feel despondent. Nothing of which could be a product of your parent's efforts of raising your family on the cut. Your parents were diligent and worked hard for the things they had, and you remained forever grateful for the life they provided you.

But life on the cut was never easy, your family worked harder just to earn barely a quarter of the earnings that a kook family made in a day. It was impossible to believe that such wealth could be acquired by people living within the same island as you. Yet it was hard to ignore, as constant reminders of your differences engulfed you.

Women carrying small designer bags that could feed your family a months worth of meals. Men and their incredibly lavish and costly hobbies that could put both you and your sister into college. Teenagers at your school discussing vacation plans with each other that only you could dream of.

Life was never equal, and at times you wondered if this had something to do with people's past lives. The type of person you were in your past life determined your social class. This only continued to fuel your jealousy. Pondering on the unfairness of it all.

Your parents were kind-hearted people, and upon entering their home, a warmth would instantly envelope you. An instant blanket of safety. That's often how you felt when you were at home, and you were sure your parent's friends who'd make frequent visits felt the same. They deserved better than the cards they were dealt with.

"Woah," you heard a low voice say. You begin to panic, the hairs on your neck straighten. A heavy pair of shoes shuffled through the dusty concrete flooring, and you could feel your heart beat against your chest.

Nobody in their right mind would ever step foot in this abandoned building, let alone be anywhere near this part of town. After failed attempts at creating civilisation in this area, many protesters objected against the establishment of new entertainment venues and houses. The government and those wealthy businessmen gave up on their plans and built elsewhere. What remained was half built establishments surrounded by beautiful greenery that the community fought hard to protect. If anything, the construction were really just slabs of concrete put together to create a box with enough structure that you felt secure enough to claim it as your undisclosed hideout.

But now, somebody else had intruded in on your personal space.

"Fuck, this place is creepy," the deep voice echoed through the walls, only a man could have such a masculine tone. A chill ran down your spine, you wouldn't classify yourself as a weak person, but against a man. Protecting yourself may take more effort.

You pressed yourself against the icy concrete wall and held your breath. You fixed your gaze across the room towards the stairs, your only escape route, but also the direction of where the man was heading up. You looked back at the square hole beside you, what was meant to be a window, became your lookout point. Where you'd sit and dwell on your shortcomings.

You contemplated jumping down, but thought against it having observed just how far down the ground would be. If you were lucky you'd sprain your ankle, but if anything, a trip to the hospital would be the more likely outcome.

"Shit," the man grumbled as you heard a thump, returning your gaze back to the stairs. You could only hear one pair of shoes, which gave you some sort of relief, but not enough. You could still feel the beating of your heart, hammering against your chest. Your mind running through all the possible outcomes of who may be the mystery man, and what he could possibly be doing here.

Then you caught a glimpse of light hair, but it was hard to tell. The reflection of the moon casting through the open window was not enough to illuminate your surroundings. You were thankful that his back was towards you, giving you time to arrange your escape route. Although nothing sprung to mind, but a million other possibilities of the worst case scenarios replayed in your head. Your fight or flight response really failing you at a time like this one.

After a few unstable steps, more of the mysterious man's figure was revealed. In addition to the grey polo and light coloured khaki shorts that the man wore, the polo laid over muscular shoulders. The movement of his back muscles highlighted by the moons reflection.

It was evident that if you had made an effort to defend yourself against him, there would really only be one possible aftermath. It definitely was not looking to be in your favour.

You slid over to your right, utilising the shadow to shield your body from his view once he eventually decided to look in your direction.

Your palms begun to sweat and you sensed an unsettling feeling break out all over your bones. Deep inside your nerves, the chills running through your body, beginning in your chest, and circling throughout your legs and your head. Your legs felt fragile, almost as if you had just performed a wall sit for an hour and now your legs were barely functioning.

A ringing broke out, bouncing off the walls and the man whipped his head towards your direction. You were grateful of the shadow that guarded you from his view, but the light illuminating from your cellular device disclosed your hide out. You internally cuss out whoever made phones, for ever inventing such dreadful devices that could ultimately be the cause of your death. You switched off your phone.

"Who's that?" The man's voice echoed throughout the room as he took careful yet clumsy steps towards you. His face had become much clearer as he drew nearer to the window and you could finally connect the voice to the face. It was Rafe Cameron. Which accomplished nothing in reducing the rate at which your heart beat.

"I'm not stupid, I know you're there," despite the deepness and intensity of his voice, you could discern a touch of lightness, almost a cheerful note in the way he spoke. Quite unlike the usual Rafe that paraded the town with his head held high, like nothing could ever touch him.

It clicked in your head that Rafe may not be all that sober. Unmistakably, it was ten o'clock on a Friday night and the majority of Kildare's youth liked to spend this time intoxicated at the beach.

"Are we playing hide and seek?" Rafe chuckled, he was now five metres away. "Don't jump at me, yeah? Just come out and show your face man."

Undeniably, the shadow hid you so well that Rafe was unable to distinguish your gender. But as quick as a wink, a large rough hand wrapped itself around your elbow. You felt yourself being dragged away from the comfort of the shadow.

"Woah," Rafe voiced, low and gravely, "you're not a dude."

You recognised the look of surprise on his features. It was your first time being up close to Rafe, and you yourself were startled at the beauty of it.

Speaking in terms of structure, skin texture and overall fit of his features. This man was attractive both from a distance and up close.

But it didn't change the fact that he had just pulled you rather roughly by the arm.

"What's your name?" he questioned, an observant and curious expression passed his features. You registered your silence, realising that you had not spoken a word in the past 2 hours in this place. You struggled to find your voice.

Undoubtedly, Rafe was a good looking person. But it was also a universal truth that he was quite the malicious person. Overhearing stories of him harassing pogues. Or anyone for that matter, as long as he deemed them to be less than him. Your panic was not vanishing any time soon.

"You a mute?"

You shook your head.

"Okay," he dragged out the word, which was intended to demonstrate the awkwardness of your silence, but coming from Rafe it did the opposite. Rafe was the type of person to, at all times, channel confidence - radiating an aura of sureness and might - and as mentioned earlier, like nothing could ever touch him.

"What are you doing in this creepy ass building anyway? You summoning rituals or something?" He joked, glancing around your surroundings. You'd always found the place rather comforting, but in the presence of a stranger, you begun to notice just how creepy it looked, especially at this time of the night.

"Do I look like a witch to you?" You finally found your voice, buried deep down in your nervousness - it came out rather croaky.

Rafe looked down at you, the height difference becoming more obvious now that he had noticed. "So she speaks," he mocked, "and I don't know. You're a girl, aren't all girls into that stars, and witchery stuff?"

"Horoscopes?" you questioned, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Yeah, the witchery stuff."

"No, I'm not a witch, although I would never mock a woman for believing in what she believes in," you watched Rafe smirk at your response, as he stepped away from you and headed to the window on your left. He leaned his hands against the dusty window seal and angled his head out, seemingly taking in the night air.

With his eyes closed, you admired his beauty shamelessly. It was no surprise that Rafe was a good looking man, but to see him up close and to have the chance to observe him at such a peaceful atmosphere - it was an entirely separate kind of attraction. The night light highlighted his facial features at just the right angles, casting shadows over his profile and creating strong contrasts. You were embarrassed to find yourself unable to look away - that is until he snapped out of the trance and turned his head back to look at you.

"So you're one of those feminists then?" he quizzed with a slight up turn of his lips.

"Elaborate on those feminists"

"You know," Rafe rotated his body so that he was facing you and rested himself against the ledge and propped his head to the side against the window, "the hate all men type of feminist."

"If that's your interpretation of a feminist then I suggest you do some more reading on it. I don't hate all men, I quite like my dad actually, but a lot of men are the root of many world problems."

Rafe looked amused, causing you to recoil and internally slap yourself for speaking too much about something he probably didn't care about. But he did ask, so technically, that was on him - you thought.

"You know, I'm six beers down, and fuck knows how many shots of tequila, so I really don't know what you're saying," and probably on other substances you thought to yourself.

"I figured," you placed your hands into the pockets of your jacket as they begun to feel numb from the coldness of the air, "what are you doing here?"

"Playing hide and seek, but I think my hiding spot is a little too good," Rafe chuckled, taking a quick scan at the surroundings behind him before he rested his eyes back to you. Almost as if he had been scanning your entire body, you could feel the intensity of his eyes.

His words had you smile, "yeah, nobody's going to find you here, I'm surprised you even made it out here actually."

"Well, what are you doing here, if you're not a witch?" he questioned once again.

You shrugged your shoulders, "I come here often, it's quite relaxing."

"This place looks like something off a horror movie, it's literally an abandoned building, the opposite of what I would call relaxing."

"Well, it was relaxing until you got here."

Rafe raised an eyebrow in amusement, "oh so am I interrupting your little solo date or something? It's Friday night, shouldn't you be at the boneyard like everybody else?"

You weren't lonely, you knew that, you were always surrounded by somebody if you really felt it necessary. But the notion of sweaty, drunk teenagers at the beach and waking up with sand and god knows what all over your body was not your idea of a fun night.

In fact, you had never been to a gathering at the boneyard, several of your friends who had joined in on occasion had no real good memory to share to the group - logically, it never appealed to your liking.

"Believe it or not, not all teenagers go to those things,"

"So, you're telling me, instead of being with people, you prefer being alone in this creepy building?"

"Is there something wrong with that?"

"I mean, it's not really helping your case, you sound more like a witch the more I get to know you."

You smiled in amusement. Rafe could not help but feel captivated by the gentleness of it. He could feel a sense of calmness enter his body, declaring to himself that alcohol had a likely part in the way he had been feeling. But your smile felt genuine, the first genuine one he had seen in a while - with his life filled to the brim with artificiality this was refreshing.

"Trust me, I'm not a witch. Anyways, I'm gonna head out, it's pretty late," you checked the time on your phone and noticed the caller from earlier had been just an alarm to remind you to go home. There had been instances in which time flew by while you kept yourself preoccupied in this building - drawing, reading, thinking - anything that kept your mind busy. Therefore, alarms became necessary.

"What's your name?" Rafe rushed out.

"[Fake/Name,]" you lied. Not entirely sure as to why you felt the urge to think of the first name in your head, but you knew that this would ultimately be your first and only interaction with Rafe, and he would either forget this had happened or you would never cross paths.

Rafe watched you walk away - despite the physicality of walking away, you never truly left him. On a random Tuesday afternoon, the smile you wore entered into his brain. At night, just as he's about to sleep, a replay of the events would play in his mind. In the mornings, at the breakfast bar with his siblings and the conversation of their horoscopes would transpire, his thoughts filled with your face.

He was fascinated by you, Rafe thought how weird it was for a girl to like being alone - particularly in such a creepy building. But despite your short conversation, he envied your authenticity, the way in which you were unapologetically you.

He wanted to see you again, to open up some more doors in the life of this strange girl. He wanted to really get to know you.

And the only way was to go back to the abandoned building - because two weeks go by and not once had he been able to cross your path even when he tried to look. A part of Rafe believed that he might have been going mad. Conjuring up a fake scenario in his head that never truly happened, most likely the consequences of the hard substances he'd incorporated in his life. But deep down, he felt it. The realness of it all. You had to be out there somewhere.

He wished for it.

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