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strawchocoberry · 10 months

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IN MY DREAMS, I DO ANYTHING I WANT TO YOU

special thanks to @fanouropita for contributing to this work

୨୧ featuring: kaeya + thoma, zhongli + xiao, ayato + diluc, tartaglia + baizhu x fem reader

ଘ tw: blood (tartaglia and baizhu’s part)

ଘ cw: smut, threesome, nipple play, oral sex, fingering, anal sex, double penetration, praise kink, degradation kink, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, creampie, rough sex, choking, breeding kink, public sex, voyeurism

୨୧ synopsis: the only thing better than one man is two

ଘ wc: 6.1k

ʚ KAEYA & THOMA ɞ

“You should have told me you were coming to Mondstadt!” you complained, taking the food out of the oven. “I didn’t have time to prepare anything!”

“Haha, don’t worry!” Thoma laughed, while decorating his plate. “I wanted to surprise you! See, I even made your favourite Inazuman recipe.”

“Now you’re making me look like a poor host.”

Thoma laughed, as you went to answer the door.

“Hope I’m not too late for the reunion.”

“I could never say ‘no’ to my boss,” you chuckled, taking a step aside. “Come in, Kaeya.”

Kaeya and Thoma exchanged greetings and the three of you sat around the table. You had so much to talk about. The three of you were childhood friends and shared a dream of entering the ranks of the Knights of Favonius. Due to circumstances, only you and Kaeya made it, while Thoma was now working for the Kamisato Clan in Inazuma. Ever since the Sakoku Decree had been introduced, your communications with your dear friend were cut short. But now that it has been revoked, you come and go between the two nations taking turns visiting one another.

“Oh right!” Thoma exclaimed. He stood up and went to his luggage, searching for something inside. “I brought you souvenirs!” He happily turned to the two of you. “This is one of the best sake in Inazuma. Master Ayato believes it will be to your liking, Kaeya.”

“I will make sure to thank him next time I visit Inazuma.” He joyfully took the bottle.

“And this one’s for you.”

Taking the rectangle wooden box from his hands, you opened it and gasped at the beautiful hair piece ornament inside.

“Milady helped me decide on the colour since I was kind of indecisive…” Thoma nervously confessed.

“I love it!” you excitedly replied. “I’ll help you choose Ayaka’s gift when we go shopping.”

The merry atmosphere was filled with lively conversations. Thoma recounted his latest visit to the Grand Narukami Shrine where he had the pleasure — or the misfortune, as he emphasised — to stumble upon Lady Miko. And then, you narrated the incident of your latest mission with the Cavalry Captain.

“He used me as bait to lure all those monsters and then refused to help me, because apparently I had got rusty! Can you believe it? I had to literally beg him to come save me!” You threw a death glare towards Kaeya, who innocently drank his wine.

“Ah, yes, Kaeya is known for his teasing nature.”

“Do you really believe that I would have let those monsters tear you apart?” Kaeya asked you, hand over his broken heart. “I would never!”

You simply rolled your eyes and took a bite of your food.

“Thoma, your cup is still full,” Kaeya noticed. “Won’t you drink?”

“Ahaha… You know I’m not really fond of alcohol.”

“All I’m asking for is one drink,” he stated, lifting his index. “Are you really going to refuse one drink from your fellow Mondstadter friend?”

“You’re not going to give up, will you?” Thoma whined a sigh. “Alright…”

Since Thoma’s tolerance for alcohol is zero to none, he got drunk after only one drink. Kaeya seemed pleased with treating his friend like a little toy for his own entertainment. And you hopelessly tried to maintain a balance between a drunk Thoma and a lightheaded Kaeya.

“Can I do your hair?” Thoma asked you out of the blue. “I wanna see you wearing the ornament I bought you.”

You didn’t see anything wrong with his request, so you sat comfortably in your seat, while he styled your hair. Kaeya’s gaze was locked on the two of you, following Thoma’s every move.

“It looks so beautiful on you.” Thoma whispered in your ear.

Your body jolted at the sudden proximity. His breath was fanning your neck, giving rise to your body temperature. Kaeya stood up from his seat and came to stand behind you.

“You look gorgeous, sweets.”

A soft moan escaped your lips as the two of them started peppering both sides of your neck with kisses. Their hands started roaming your body. Thoma slipped inside your shirt and fondled your breasts in your bra, playing with your nipples. Kaeya rubbed his fingers on your clothed cunt, chuckling at your wetness. Removing your shirt and bra, Thoma sucked one of your nipples, teasingly lollying it with his tongue, while pinching your other one. Kaeya was left astonished at how quickly your panties became drenched.

“Will you give us a hand, sweetheart?” he cooed, as he placed your hand on his hardened cock.

Thoma was in a similar state. You watched them getting undressed, feasted your eyes on their naked bodies, before you fell on your knees with each at either side of you. You gave kitten licks to both of them, while pumping their cocks simultaneously. You gave Thoma a lick from the bottom of his shaft and licked the tip, taking him in your mouth. Your tongue swirled around him, earning a few moans from the blond, cheeks flushed red. You then turned towards Kaeya, who seemed a little irritated by not having taken priority. And yet, he couldn’t help but groan at you teasingly licking over the vein of his cock.

You staggered between them; one moment your lips were wrapped around them and the next your hand was pumping them, spreading their precum all over their tips. Stopping you, your eyes hungrily took them in as they jerked themselves off, ejaculating all over your pretty titties. Thoma pulled you up and attacked your lips, starved to taste yours. Removing your skirt and panties, Kaeya had you sit on the chair and spread your legs. He knelt in-between and left bite marks on your inner thighs, making you whine in your kiss with Thoma. He picked up a valberry from your sparkling berry juice and put it in his mouth, then passed it on to you through a kiss. The sweet taste of the valberry in contrast to his taste of sake had you losing yourself in their touches.

You meowled in Thoma’s lips, as Kaeya licked a few long strides on your cunt. He focused his lips on sucking your clit, while he slid two fingers inside your hole. You were barely able to hold your legs open, so each held one of them. “So pretty…” Thoma whispered, leaving a trail of kisses on your upper chest. Your moans and whimpers were enough to make them hard again. You screamed when Kaeya entered a finger in your ass hole, Thoma now having taken over his work in your pussy. Kaeya’s hand reached up and cupped your breast, squeezing tightly.

When you were loosened enough, Thoma took your seat on the chair, while he made you comfortable on his lap. He immersed his cock slowly in your ass, both of them holding you tightly as you tried to get away because of the pain his tip caused you. They showered you with kisses and comforting words, helping ease the situation, until Thoma finally bottomed out. Your head fell heavy on his flushed chest, your voice breaking as Kaeya dived into your cunt, stretching against Thoma.

“Someone is eager to get railed by both of us,” Kaeya teased, thrusting into you, enjoying how your cunt tightened around him.

“If you wanted this, you should have asked, honey.” Thoma kissed your neck.

Your mind had gone blank by them fucking both your holes. It hurt, but it was a pleasant kind of pain. Thoma was gentle as he thrusted in you, using just the right amount of force, while tenderly running his fingers on your skin and drawing soothing lines, whispering praises in your ears. Kaeya, however, was more erratic, more forceful in his movements, pointing out how well you were taking them, his lips attacking your neck and leaving hickeys all over. You were moaning and whining, blessing their ears with your melodic sounds. You were lost in a trance, as your orgasm hit you, your body shivering in-between them, as they thrusted in your holes, chasing after their own releases.

ʚ ZHONGLI & XIAO ɞ

“Mortals these days sure act in a bizarre way,” Xiao stated, taking a bite of his almond tofu.

“What new human custom did you encounter this time?” Zhongli asked him.

“I can explain it to you.” You warmly smiled.

“I was returning to Wangshu Inn after having extinguished the remnants of a defeated god, when I fell upon two humans.” Xiao paused. You noticed how his cheeks flushed red, a rare sight you thought you’d never have the chance to see in your life. And neither did the former Geo Archon. “They were naked in the woods…” Xiao then turned to look at you. “What kind of ritual were they performing in such an indecent way?”

You were lost for words. Xiao wasn’t particularly — if not at all — interested in the affairs of the mortals. You knew that very well. However, he seemed more willing to involve himself and learn a few things from you. At first, when Zhongli introduced you, the adeptus was weary of you. He didn’t deem you as a threat, on the contrary he was afraid that the karmic debt he carried might taint your soul, which ultimately proved to be more resilient than he had expected. Of all the peculiar things humans do that could pique Xiao’s interest, sex was the last one you would have considered.

“What you saw was two humans engaging in sexual intercourse,” Zhongli took over the explanation of the “bizarre ritual”, since you were too shocked to reply. “In other words, it is an act performed for a variety of reasons; pleasure, portrayal of love, reproduction.”

Xiao needed a moment to take in this “valuable” information. How can that be something pleasurable? he wondered. He had fled the scene almost immediately, too stunned from this unusual spectacle, but he was certain that he had heard screams. That was the primal reason he had strayed from his path, as he had thought that mortals might have encountered monsters and needed help.

“What are you thinking, Xiao?”

“Eh?” he responded. “Oh… It just doesn’t make sense to me…”

Zhongli deviously curled his lips into a smile. “Maybe it’s because you haven’t experienced it,” he pointed out. “But I’m sure this can be resolved if you’re interested.”

Turning your head towards him, you noticed Zhongli looking at you with suggestive eyes. You gulped realising what he was proposing. Then, you averted your attention towards Xiao, who seemed lost in thought.

“I wouldn’t mind…” he admitted flustered a while later.

Zhongli caught your hand and had you sit on his lap, his one hand caressing your ass, while the other cupped gently your cheek. “Pay attention, Xiao. You want to start things slow,” he explained, kissing your lips. “You need to get your partner in a certain mood. That is achieved by kissing and touching their body,” he continued, his lips now leaving kisses on your neck.

Xiao’s eyes were stuck on the two of you, taking in all the changes of expressions on your face. Zhongli removed your shirt and kissed your upper chest, having you tighten your grip on his shoulders, your head falling back. He lifted you up and carried you to Xiao’s bed, while he slipped his tongue in your mouth, subduing yours in a little game of dominance. He urged Xiao to sit behind you, then turned you over to him; “Try it,” he encouraged him.

The adeptus was hesitant in his movements, as he trod on uncharted waters. For the first time in his long life, he seemed to experience hesitation, in contrast to his usual storming into battle without a second thought. His lips softly touched yours, as he tried to mimic Zhongli’s actions. He caressed your arms with his fingertips all the way to your cheeks, sending shivers down your spine. He then nestled his head in the crook of your neck, kissing your soft skin and biting without quite realising it.

Zhongli, who was still sitting behind you, removed your bra, leaving a little peck on the back of your shoulder. Xiao fondled your titties, massaging them and feeling your nipples hardening underneath his palms. Moving lower, he left kisses all over the same area as Zhongli. He sucked one of your nipples, enjoying the way it felt on his tongue as he swirled it all over it. Your chest was rising and falling hard and soft moans escaped your lips.

You gasped as Zhongli slid his hand inside your pants, two of his fingers teasingly circling around your cunt. “Xiao, remove her remaining clothes,” he led him to his next action. Xiao was left astonished at your cunt sucking in Zhongli’s fingers, the squelching sound of it ringing in his ears. “You need to thrust your fingers like this,” the Geo Archon instructed. “It makes her a bubbling mess,” he elaborated, biting your ear. Of course, he knew all about it, since he knew everything about you.

Xiao replaced him, doing exactly as he was shown. His fingers slipped inside you with ease, the wetness and warmth of your cunt encouraging him to continue. Your walls welcomed his fingers with pleasure, providing all the necessary hospitality to enchant him into staying forever. Your body started trembling, as you were reaching your orgasm, which made Xiao worry, looking up at Zhongli for some kind of advice. “Keep your pace steady, she’s almost there,” he shared his knowledge. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, as a wave of ecstasy washed over you.

You panted hard, resting your head on Zhongli’s shoulder. Your eyes wandered Xiao’s figure, as he curiously licked his fingers that were coated with your slick, then smiled at the sweet taste. Zhongli tapped your thigh, motioning you towards the adeptus. You stood on your knees and gently kissed Xiao’s lips, while slowly undressing him. You kissed your way from his lips to his hardened cock that begged to be pampered. You took him in your hand and pumped him, rubbing circles on the tip, which had the fearsome yaksha whimper. “W-Wait—”

His breath hitched, feeling your lips envelope him. You looked up at him who was following your every move, having the back of his hand pressed against his mouth to muffle his moans. You were twirling your tongue around his shaft, showering him with a newfound sensation. Zhongli could only silently watch you, having now taken a seat on the edge of the bed and poured himself a cup of Osmanthus wine, which he gulped down in one go. The adeptus’ soft whimpers and moans encouraged you to open the door to a new world for him, a breathless groan accompanying his release in your mouth.

You took a moment to catch your breaths, before Xiao kissed your lips again. He lay you down on your back, while he hovered on top of you. “Gently push yourself inside of her,” Zhongli instructed him. “Gently,” he emphasised. “Human penises are much smaller than ours.” Xiao kept his eyes locked in yours, as he slowly dived his cock in your drenched cunt. You felt a slight feeling of discomfort due to his size and thickness, which he attempted to distract you from by kissing you.

When you had adjusted to him, you urged him to move. His first thrusts were shallow, slow and hesitant. But when your walls tightened around him, squeezing him pleasurably, he couldn’t help but pick up his pace, feeling now more confident. Your moans mixed with one another’s, creating a harmonic melody. Your head turned to the back and you noticed Zhongli sitting there, jerking himself off, which turned you on even more. “Don’t look at me. Focus on him,” he advised you.

With minimal effort, the Conqueror of Demons was rearranging your inner world, sending you over to the heavens. Xiao was sucking on your neck and making you cream all over his cock with every thrust. It was hard for you to believe that this was his first time. Your moans prompted him to shower you with pleasure, so as to hear your sweet voice a little longer. He was reaching deep inside you, practically forcing the air out of your body, leaving you breathless. Your body spasmed as you orgasmed on his cock and he fucked you through it, before pulling out and releasing on your stomach, breathlessly thanking you.

ʚ AYATO & DILUC ɞ

You were silently sitting in the corner of Ayato’s office in the Kamisato residence, as the Yashiro Commissioner was talking about business with the Master of the Dawn Winery, Diluc Ragnvindr. The two had started doing business together a little after Thoma had returned from his first trip to Monstandt after the revocation of the Sakoku Decree. Ayato had visited the Dawn Winery to inspect if there could be some profit in a business partnership and was pleased with the results. The Yashiro Commission became the official importer and distributor of the Dawn Winery’s products, which became quite popular in Inazuma.

“I apologise for the delay of the delivery,” Diluc stated. “We were met with a horrendous thunderstorm on our way.”

“There is no need to worry.” Ayato politely smiled. “The wine will be delivered to the city within the day. I encourage you to go and take a look. The Summer Festival is one of our biggest festivals.”

“If time permits it, I’ll take a stroll around,” Diluc replied. “Oh, right. I almost forgot. I brought a few bottles of your favourite wine, Mr. Kamisato. I’ll go and bring them.”

“No need!” you stopped him, standing up. “You two can continue your conversation and I’ll go bring Mr. Ragnvindr’s present.”

“Just ask any of my employees and they’ll give it to you.”

Walking out of the office, you noticed Ayaka and Thoma waiting for you outside the door with eyes starved from exhilaration. You sighed and ignored them, walking towards the porch. But as expected, the two of them did not fret and followed you.

“How are you feeling now seeing Mr. Ragnvindr after four months?” Ayaka eagerly asked.

“I don’t understand your question, Milady,” you feigned ignorance.

“Don’t play dumb!” Thoma laughed. “We all know that you have a crush on him. Master Ayato even went out of his way and ordered that magnificent kimono for you to wear to the festival. He said and I quote ‘This would surely catch Mr. Ragnvindr’s attention’.”

“Master Ayato knows?” you gasped, then quickly covered your mouth with your hands.

“So, you admit it!” Ayaka teasingly nuzzled your side with her elbow. “Of course my brother knows about it! He always keeps his eyes out for the people closest to him.”

If only you knew about his dark side, Milady. You mentally sighed. You have been working as the Yashiro Commission’s Secretary for a long time now. Unknown to the public, you’re also involved with the Shuumatsuban as Ayato’s right hand. One of his first orders to you was not to involve Ayaka in any shady work they mingle in. You respected Ayato for trying to keep his younger sister out of harm’s way. And as his right hand, the two of you had spent countless nights working overtime or helping each other relieve some steam.

“Um, excuse me.” You tapped on an employee’s shoulder. As soon as you mentioned it, they gave you Diluc’s package for the Yashiro Commissioner. Thanking them, you returned to the office and resumed your previous position. You were sitting there, stealing glances of the Dawn Winery’s Master, feeling your heart beating fast in your chest. You locked eyes with him a few times. You were aware that given your position — and especially your involvement with the Shuumatsuban — it wouldn’t be possible for anything to happen between the two of you. And yet, you just couldn’t control yourself from longing for him.

“Are you sure you wish to stay here?” Ayato asked.

“I’m not feeling like attending a festival right now,” Diluc replied. “What about you, Mr. Kamisato? Shouldn’t you attend as you’re the Yashiro Commissioner?”

“Ayaka, my younger sister, is the one attending the social events. I would like to take this moment and rest a little.”

Night had fallen and the two business partners were enjoying a drink on the porch. The Kamisato Estate was serene and peaceful, since all the servants and guards had been dismissed for the night to enjoy the Summer Festival with their loved ones. You, however, were still there, attending to their needs.

“This kimono is so beautiful,” Diluc complimented you.

“Thank you.” You shyly smiled.

Ayato cunningly smirked, as he raised his cup to his lips, only to realise that it was empty. You choked a laugh, earning one of Ayato’s judgemental gazes, before standing up to go bring another bottle of wine. As you were returning, you tripped and fell on the wooden floor. Raising your head, you noticed the two of them looking at you with lustful eyes.

“Look what mess you made, dear,” Ayato sinisterly smirked.

You bit your lip nervously, observing the wine that had been spilt on Diluc’s shirt and Ayato’s pants. “I-I-I’m sorry!” you immediately apologised, flustered at your mistake. “I’ll go fetch you some dry clothes right—”

As you rushed to head inside, Ayato caught your arm and pulled you to him, your head colliding with his chest. “I have another idea in mind,” he breathed in your neck. You curiously looked at him, not quite understanding what his enigmatic suggestion meant. You twitched, feeling someone pulling your hair to the side and kissing your neck. It was Diluc, who was now standing behind you. You tried to say something, only for him to capture your lips in a fiery kiss.

Ayato rid you of your kimono, leaving you naked under the moonlight. He lay down, his head resting on the pillow, as he had you lie above him. He kissed gently your inner thighs, before locking his lips on your cunt. You moaned at his tongue licking your velvet folds. Ayato slapped your ass, having you bite back another moan. “Don’t just sit there. This isn’t for your entertainment, dear,” he explained. Discarding his pants, you squeezed his shaft, moving from the base to the tip at a slow tempo.

Him groaning in your pussy as you licked kitten licks all over him made you choke on literal air. You knew that this was his way of punishing you for soaking his pants with wine, even so you weren’t going to accept this so easily. You peppered his base with kisses, while your thumb worked on his tip, massaging it and coating it with his precum. Your breath hitched, feeling a gentle caress on your waist. Diluc kissed your back, making you arch at his soft lips, your skin burning wherever he touched you.

His tongue penetrated your ass hole, drenching it wet and loosening it. Diluc licked two of his fingers, before pushing them inside, pumping slowly to properly prepare you for what’s to come. You were stimulated simultaneously on both holes, resulting in a poor performance on your behalf as you couldn’t concentrate suitably on your own task. Ayato was taking note of that, as he would surely make you regret it later. For the time being, he was holding tightly onto your legs, preventing you from crushing his head, as he thrusted his tongue in your drenched cunt.

When you were all perfectly ready, Diluc unbuckled his pants and stroked his hard cock a few times, before slowly pushing himself in your hole. You found it difficult to keep yourself from crushing with Ayato’s thigh. Your titties were grazing his abdomen, as your body rhythmically moved in Diluc’s tempo, making him hard. You were close to your climax, which made you impatient. Your mind was stuck on the stretch of Diluc’s cock in your ass and on Ayato’s wicked tongue that abused your cunt. Diluc was the first to reach his orgasm, pulling back and ejaculating all over your ass.

As you had almost completely neglected him, Ayato didn’t give you the pleasure of letting you orgasm. You whined at his cruelty, only for him to grab your throat and crush your lips on his, devilish eyes observing you melting in his touch. He manhandled you into your hands and knees, positioning himself between your legs. His throbbing cock that was starved for touch teasingly rubbed your cunt, spreading your slick around your hole. Ayato shoved his cock in you, forcing the air out of your lungs, making tears well up in your eyes from his forceful thrusts.

Diluc couldn’t help but pump his cock in his hand, seeing your fucked out expression, as Ayato ravaged your cunt. Your lips were parted oh so beautifully that he couldn’t resist the temptation of sliding himself in your mouth. You gladly accepted him, your tongue swirling around his length, making his eyes roll to the back of his skull. “...Fuck— You feel so good, sucking me off like that…” he breathed heavily. Ayato’s sharp movements had you moaning, sending vibrations on his cock.

And here you are again, on the verge of ecstasy, mentally begging that Ayato won’t deny your orgasm again. Your eyes widened, as the two men cummed at the same time, one in your mouth, the other in your cunt. “This is your punishment for brushing me off earlier,” Ayato whispered in your ear, his hand holding delicately your throat as you swallowed Diluc’s cum. He kissed your shoulder, chuckling at your whine as he dragged himself out of your cunt, some of his cum spilling out.

ʚ TARTAGLIA & BAIZHU ɞ

“This place is pretty dead… By which I mean, there’s nothing to kill.” That’s what he said, leaning back on his seat, disappointed by the placidity of time. Tartaglia had been cooped up in the Northland Bank, not having anything in particular to do. He would always whine about how bored he was to you, always nagging you to go somewhere and stir up some trouble, just for the fun of it. So, when Andrei informed him of a well-known Liyue merchant’s outrageous debt to the bank, Tartaglia took it upon himself to pay a little visit to the merchant. And of course, you followed him, thinking that things couldn’t go bad.

However, when the two of you cornered the merchant and demanded the debt to be paid in full, you noticed how Tartaglia’s eyes glowed with fervent exhilaration at the appearance of the merchant’s bodyguards. “Stay behind me.” He protectively placed you behind him; not that you really needed to be protected. He knew that you were more than capable of protecting yourself, having sparred with him multiple times. And yet he couldn’t help but want to show off in front of you. Not to mention that he was itching for some kind of fight.

You spared yourself the trouble of having to deal with mongrels and just sat back and watched. Despite your initial estimation of the bodyguards’ strength, Tartaglia easily handled them. Maybe you had overestimated them. Or maybe your boss was a tiny bit arrogant while fighting them, as he left himself open, only for a moment, giving the chance to one of them to graze his right arm with his sword. You immediately called for backup and then rushed to his side, but he refused your help. In the end, he beat them up and had his subordinates deal with the rest.

“Let me see your arm,” you demanded. Lifting his arm, you observed the wound; it wasn’t too deep, but it clearly indicated that he hadn’t taken his opponents seriously, deeming them as trivial third-rate characters.

“It’s nothing serious, you don’t need to worry,” Tartaglia laughed.

“You need to have this checked right now! It might get an infection.”

“Aren’t you being a little dramatic right now?” he asked you, removing a strand of hair from your face. “It’s nothing. Really! It doesn’t even hurt.”

Your gaze said it all; you weren’t going to listen to a word he said. On the contrary, Tartaglia would be the one heeding to your orders. He sighed deeply, thinking that he still had a long way to go, before he could ever dream of winning a fight of nerves against you. He still thought that it wasn’t as big of a deal as you made it to be, yet he was willing to obey and go along with you, because he knew that deep down you were just worried about him. And that made him happy. Taking your hand, he rushed back to Northland Bank, impatient to have you comfort the poor injured him.

His tilted head, his quirked eyebrow and his awkward smile betrayed that he hadn’t expected you to bring him to Bubu Pharmacy. You started ascending the stairs, having him follow you, as your hands were intertwined. Tartaglia didn’t say anything about it, but he did find it a little suspicious when the two of you entered Dr. Baizhu’s room in the back of the pharmacy.

“Baizhu! Baizhu!” you called for him, as soon as you came inside. “I need your help! Tartaglia’s injured!”

“Geez, don’t make it sound as if I’m dying,” he joked. “It’s a scratch, honestly. She’s… Overreacting a little.”

“Take a seat and let me have a look,” Baizhu instructed him.

Tartaglia looked at you, then sighed and did as the doctor had asked him. Baizhu completely ripped off his ruined sleeve and started examining the wound, while you explained the situation.

“Well, the wound has slightly swelled up. Despite the fact that the assailant sliced your extensor digitorum muscle, it’s not a deep wound and it’ll heal quickly,” Baizhu diagnosed, as he stood up, going to his cabinets. “I’ll clean it, apply some ointment on it and wrap it in a bandage just to avoid any infection.” Taking what he needed, he then returned to treat the wound.

“By the way, Baizhu, where’s Changsheng?” you asked him, curiously looking around for her.

“Changsheng is currently preoccupied with Qiqi, sorting out some medicinal herbs,” he replied, while wrapping the treated wound in a bandage. “Have you been busy? I haven’t seen you a lot lately.”

“It was mostly dull bureaucratic work. This is the first time I’ve gone out in days.”

“It must have been so hard for you, you poor thing. No wonder you look so exhausted. Would you like me to prescribe you some medicine to help ease your fatigue?”

“I would appreciate it.”

Tartaglia had been observing you for a while, in his eyes there was a suspicious gleam. He had found it strange when you casually entered the back of the store, Baizhu’s living quarters, as if you were used to it. And now, something just didn’t sit right with him. Your conversation was so simple, just an exchange of concern between two friends. And yet, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something else going on; something he wasn’t aware of.

“Are you, by any chance, seeing each other?” he interrupted your conversation.

“We’re not dating if that’s what you’re implying,” Baizhu answered his curiosity, then turned towards you, gently caressing your cheek with his hand. “We do, however, occasionally keep one another company during the lonely times of day.”

“Is that so?” Tartaglia wondered. Pulling your arm, he had you sit on his lap. “And here I thought I was your only lover,” he breathed on your neck, then bit you, making you hiss.

He wasn’t enraged, he didn’t have the right to be, since you weren’t anything official. But his whole being burnt fiercely with jealousy, thinking that the man in front of him had seen you in such an intimate manner. Dr. Baizhu is an irrefutable master of the medicinal arts; Tartaglia could never contradict this truth, even if he wanted to. However, he found it difficult to believe that the man who needed to rest after walking half a mile could ever satisfy you. Looking over at Baizhu, he smirked devilishly, as his hand wrapped around your neck, choking you.

“Tartaglia— Wha— What are you doing?!” you gasped as he unzipped your uniform.

“I thought that Dr. Baizhu and I could have a little taste of you. I am sure it’ll make me feel much better.” He bit your shoulder.

Baizhu leant on his arm, elbow on the desk, his eyes narrowing and his lips curling into a smirk, as he watched Tartaglia fondle your breasts, leaving kisses, hickeys and even bites. He menacingly chuckled at how hard you pressed your thighs together. You were enjoying this more than you were willing to admit, yet your moans betrayed you. There you were, sitting naked on Tartaglia’s lap, your head to his chest, his injured arm choking you, your legs spread open and two of his fingers thrusting into your wet cunt. And Baizhu watched every part of it.

“You like him watching you being fucked by another man, don’t you?” Tartaglia asked you, his voice laced with perilous lust. “Of course, you do. You’re so drenched that the squelching sounds of your little cunt echo throughout the room.”

His every derogatory word matched perfectly with his thrusts, making you drunk in his covetous desire. You couldn’t help yourself. You couldn’t escape him. Your mind could only think of him depriving you of oxygen, while setting your whole being aflame. You desperately searched for air, feeling as if you could die any moment now. Your mind was shutting down and your body quivered as you reached your orgasm by his vicious fingers.

Whilst still in your little imaginary world, Tartaglia carried you to the bed, pinning you on the mattress as he hovered above you. You couldn’t process the scene in front of you, dazed from your prior release. He smirked, pleased to see you looking at him with that dumb expression of yours he loved so much, as he rid himself of the unrequired clothes. Aligning himself with your cunt, he dived right in, whistling enthusiastically at how quickly your velvet walls tightened around him.

His thrusts were virulent, his poison spreading through your body and making you addicted to him. Leaning closer, he forced your head to the side, having you lock eyes with Baizhu. “Has he ever fucked you like this? Raw and dumb? Hell, does he even know that you love being treated like a whore?” Tears were falling from your eyes. His hand that was covering your mouth muffled your whines and moans. With a swift move of his, you were flipped on your stomach, Tartaglia pulling your ass up, before jerking his hips aggressively into ravaging your pulsating cunt.

Opening your eyes, through your blurry vision, you noticed Baizhu sitting in front of you, his hand stroking his hardened cock. “I apologise, my dear. You are clearly preoccupied, but I would appreciate it if you could… Help me out a little.” For some reason you couldn’t comprehend, you turned to look over your shoulder at the man abusing your pussy. Tartaglia smirked, pleased with your reaction, then nodded to you, as if he were giving you permission to tend to the other man.

Your lips enveloped his cock in a sloppy and wet paradise, having Baizhu moan at the sensation. He would ruffle your hair and gently caress your cheek with the back of his fingers with a soft smile on his face, before letting out one of the sluttiest moans you had ever heard in the entirety of Teyvat. “Just like that, dear… Oh great Archons, you’re so gorgeous…” he chanted your praises as he cummed. Your body spasmed on his cock, as Tartaglia fucked you through your orgasm. He would occasionally lean down over you and mark your shoulders with hickeys, his hickeys.

Tartaglia filled you up with his cum, making sure every wall of that cunt was coated with it. Wrapping his hand in your hair, he gave it a small tug, indicating you to stand up. Your back collided with his chest, as his hand let go of your hair and found its place back to your neck. “I guess after we’re done, I’ll need a new bandage,” he sneered, the bandage of his arm having turned slightly red due to him forcing it. “Until then, I’m going to fuck you dumb.”

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sleigh ride // lance stroll

summary: christmas has never been his holiday. but she adores it, and he wants to make this christmas one that she won't forget.

pairing: lance stroll x fiancee!reader

warnings: marriage proposals, fluffy lance, it's super duper cheesy, lance quotes emily henry's "beach read", where can i get a lance

the snow fell down on niagara falls in scattered flurries, the waterfalls the town used as their namesake almost frozen solid in motion as they spilled into lake ontario. the sun was setting, with niagara-on-the-lake doused in an orange-pink glow as the couple ran out of the b'n'b, giggling hand in hand.

"lance, where are we going?" she giggled, mitten-clad hand clutched in her boyfriend's as he pulled her along the snowy sidewalk.

"just trust me, but you'll need to close your eyes." lance stroll insisted, turning to face her, pressing his warm lips to her rapidly cooling forehead. "we're almost there."

"if you say so." she chortled, closing her eyes and following lance as he guided her, gentle flakes falling against her knitted hat.

the breeze was cold, cutting through the many layers that they both wore as lance urged her forwards. her mind was swimming with all the possibilities lance could have come up with, but she couldn't settle on any.

christmas had never been his thing. he was raised jewish, and she had celebrated hannukah with his family before, so why would he celebrate christmas anyways? the answer was simple: because she enjoyed it. he could convince himself to embrace a little more of the christmas spirit than normal when she was around, when she insisted on putting that stunning tree in their living room, or buying elf ears for their dog.

"okay, you can open your eyes now."

she opened her eyes, instantly covering her mouth to stop the delighted scream from coming out and scaring the horses. sitting in front of her were two stunning black mares, towing a snow-white sleigh, decorated with white glitter and snowflakes, a plush throw blanket thrown over the bench in the back.

"lance, this is incredible!"

lance beamed, glowing under the streetlamps as he pulled open the metal gate door. "milady." he giggled, reaching for her gloved hand to help her into the sleigh.

she curled into him on the bench, lance fluffing the blanket out behind and over their bodies before the well-dressed man sat in the driver's seat of the sleigh flashed them a smile, and the horses began their slow trot down the cobblestones.

she slipped her gloves off, taking lance's cold hand in hers as she played with his fingers, head resting comfortably on his shoulder. her breath crystallized in the air, snowflakes falling into the sleigh and promptly melting on the winter mats on the ground.

lance himself was fidgety, the tiffany and co. box burning a hole in the pocket of his parka. he was so anxious about asking that he'd almost done it that morning, over coffee and croissants at breakfast.

but she deserved more than that. she deserved something meaningful, something special (not that there was anything wrong with a little bit of privacy and keeping it lowkey, he just wanted to have a great proposal story to pass down to their kids. after y/n told him that her father proposed to her mother by saying 'we need to talk', he vowed that his proposal would be special).

she turned her head, pressing a frosty kiss to his warm skin. "i love you, lance."

he smiled, burying his nose in the top of her knitted hat. " i love you more, pretty girl. i've got another surprise for you, if you're up for it."

she looked up at him, hair falling in front of her face, skin pink from the cold as she smiled back at him. "what kind of surprise?"

"you'll see. it's just around this corner, love."

the sleigh pulled up to a small gazebo, cords of string lights wrapped around the weathered wooden beams to light up the small space, now that the sun was behind the clouds, the last dregs of daylight hovering in the space between night and day.

lance got to his feet, opening the sleigh gate before the driver could even get down from his perch. with her long fleece scarf hanging down to her knees, she daintily descended from the sleigh, hand in hand with her boyfriend as he led her towards the gazebo.

the snow beneath their feet was dusted with deep purple rose petals, some small tea light candles on the steps. as they got closer to the gazebo, she could see the small lightbox letters, lit up in a warm, soft yellow as they got closer, spelling out two words.

marry me.

"oh, lance." she breathed, at a loss for words as she anxiously wringed her hands.

she could hear the wooden boards creaking behind her as lance sunk down to one knee, reaching into his pocket for the turquoise box. he rested the box on his knee, frozen hands shaking as he pulled it open.

"i really should have thought this through a little better. i'm cold as shit." he giggled nervously. "but i know christmas means a lot to you, and i wanted to make this as special as i could."

she gasped, hands coming up to cover her mouth as she saw the ring: a single princess-cut diamond resting on a silver band, two small pink gemstones holding the center gem in place.

"y/n, i'm head over heels for you, and i always have been. every morning i wake up next to you, and i think, this could all go away. the racing, the money, the fame, all of it. but as long as i had you by my side, i wouldn't care. as long as i had you, i'd be happy. because you make me so happy, y/n. you remind me of all the good in the world, all the reasons to keep going. in the words of emily henry, yes, i've read your romance books, 'when i watch you sleep, i feel overwhelmed that you exist'. man, she got that right. i feel overwhelmed with love, and with care. and some days, i wonder why you chose me when you could have had any man you wanted. y/n y/'l/n. pretty girl. love of my life." lance sniffled, wiping at the tear that was threatening to fall into his stubble. "will you marry me?"

"yes!" she shouted, her voice echoing across the clearing as she started to giggle. "yes, of course i'll marry you." her eyes started to sting, tears pricking the corners of her vision, so overcome with love for man on his knees in front of her.

she sunk to her knees as well, the frost on the gazebo cold against the knees on her jeans. she clasped lance's hands in her own, pulling him in for a gentle kiss before he slipped the ring onto her finger, foreheads resting against each other.

"thank you so much for saying yes. i can't think of a day in the foreseeable future that i don't want to spend with you by my side."

"oh, lance." she laughed through her tears of joy. "don't make me cry."

"i'm not trying to, my love." he laughed, tears pricking at his eyes. "god, i just love you so much."

"i love you more." she laughed, tucking her arms around him, pulling him in for a hug before glancing down at the sterling silver on her finger.

lance kissed her hairline, holding her close and breathing in her scent.

if this was every day for the rest of his life, then he was wondering why he'd waited so long to ask.

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#lance stroll #lance stroll x reader #formula one x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #the christmas collection 2023 #mini fic

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swallowtail-lotus · 2 months

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Harassed {Jack the Ripper/Poseidon}

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I'm sorry that I wrote this

Warning: mentions of murder and harassment. Don't do any of these things

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Jack the Ripper🔪-

One of your friends had dragged you to a bar one night, insisting you needed to get out more. You didn't have any plans that night but you still refused. After some convincing, you agreed to go.

A few minutes in and your friend is already gone, leaving you by yourself at the main counter. You only took a few shots, but stopped yourself after the 4th shot.

Suddenly, some drunk guy sat next to you, resting his rough hand on your shoulder. He tried so many times to get you to talk, but you just ignored him and walked out the bar. You began your lone walk to your home.

Just when you turned a corner, hands began to caress your sides. You thrash in the guy's grip but he just held you tighter. You took out a small pocket knife and stabbed his leg. You took off the moment he let you go, running inside your house and locked it.

You had a hard time sleeping after that.

The next day, you refused to get of bed, let alone the house. This worried some of your friends and tried to ask you why, but you kept quiet, which led them to ask the friend who took you.

"I do not know. They just left without even saying anything."

That was all they said. They decided to drop it once they realised their question won't be answered.

The next night, while it was dark, you heard a knock on your bedroom window. To your surprise, it was someone who you grew close to, Jack the Ripper. Your first encounter was when he was injured and you, a kind hearted soul, took him in, unaware of who he was. He originally wanted to kill you but seeing how kind you were, the thought of killing you soon went away.

"Milady, what seems to be troubling you?" He asked, his mixed eyes staring into your soul. Your dropped your head down low, refusing to let him see your tears. You wanted to lie your way out, but Jack would be aware of it.

"I-I was forced to go to a bar and this disgusting man touched me and tried to-"

"What did he look like?" You looked up, seeing the man's face turn to his usual murderous expression, but it seemed more dark.

"W-well, he had black hair and blue eyes and looks a little bigger than you. He also had some facial hair on his jaw." You described the man the best you could. Jack didn't say anything and disappeared into the night.

2 nights later~

Sweeping the floors of your house with a headache wasn't the best idea. After finishing off, you rested yourself on one of your chairs. You felt a piece of paper under your hand and picked it up. It was folded neatly and had beautiful handwriting. You opened it up and read the short letter.

I apologise for leaving you in your time of need, but I had to get rid of the beast who tried to corrupt you.

You felt a presence in your room and turned around, spotting Jack, twirling a knife in his hand. Without a second thought, you jumped up and hugged him. Jack held his arms away from you, not knowing what to do.

"You didn't need to kill him." Your voice muffled by his chest. Silence filled the room after you spoke.

"It was entirely necessary. I refuse to let them take your beautiful colours away."

Tears been to fall out, staining his shirt. Jack lowered his arms, slowly wrapping them around your waist.

He always thought he'd never meet a kind person, until life decided to let him meet you.

Poseidon🔱-

Being married to one of the most fearsome gods has its ups and downs.

One up is that you're the only one who can meet his gaze and live the next day.

One down is that he refuses to let you show affection in public to not ruin his public image in being perfect. (It does upset you, but you understand)

He sees you as his equal, so it isn't much of a surprise when another god stupid enough tries to have his way with you and he is informed.

This god won't leave you alone, even when you declined his invitation to accompany him.

"I told you many times! I do not wish to go with you!" You yelled at the persistent god following you.

It all started when he approached you and started a normal conversation. Then, he started getting a little too touchy with you, brushing his hand against your bare skin, his hands lingering on your shoulders and hovering over your chest for too long. That was enough for you to storm out and head back to your husband, the god you truly love.

"Come on, beautiful! I just want to know you better." The god exclaimed, grabbing your wrist. He pulled you closer to him, smirking victoriously when he saw your frightened face.

"I don't think she feels the same way." A familiar voice chimed in. The god froze in his spot, giving you the chance to wiggle out of his arms and step away from him. You felt relieved to see Heracles, his usual smile not present on his face and replaced with a menacing glare. The god trembled in his shoes and just took off to who knows, too afraid to even try to speak to the towering demigod.

"Fucking coward." You thought, watching the god disappear around a corner. You felt the demigod's hand on your shoulder.

"You should go back to Uncle. I bet he's missing you." Heracles' face changed to a more cheerful one, his smile exposing his pearly whites. You giggled at his sudden change and nodded.

"I should. Thank you for saving me!"

"No problem!"

With that, you took off to see your husband. Before entering, you took the time to stand up straight, take a deep breath and walked in. You faced your husband, slowly making your way to your throne next to his. Sea Blue eyes observed your form, noticing your slightly messy hair and increased speed of your breathing.

He knew these were your signs of discomfort.

"Who is responsible?" His chilling voice filled the silence. You felt exposed upon hearing his question and hesitated on answering. But you gave up.

"Just another god." You finally answered, your hands gripping the armrests nervously. You knew lying to your husband would be impossible.

"Come here." He demanded. You quickly complied, standing in front of him, unsure of his next demand.

"I said, come here." He demanded again, his eyes staring right in your own orbs. You swallow slowly, stepping closer to him. This was strange, he never demanded, let alone asked for anything like this. With hesitation, you wrapped your arms around Poseidon's waist. When he didn't push you away, you lowered yourself down to sit on his lap.

Crying was out of the question if it was for anything else, but after what happened, you couldn't help it.

Your quietly sobbed, tightening the hug. Surprisingly, Poseidon did nothing but sit there, listening to your sobs.

Poseidon will have to wait until he can deal with the living filth that decided to get his dirty hands on his wife...

#i feel bad that i wrote this #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #jack the ripper x reader #poseidon x reader #ror jack the ripper #ror poseidon #ror jack the ripper x reader #ror poseidon x reader #ror x reader #snv x reader

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axelsagewrites · 1 year

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Jon Snow x Wildling!reader; were she doesn't trust him at all and she's always going against him, bickering all the time...and it has smut maybe a more bottom!Jon who's at that point still not so experienced??? Lots of teasing on her side during the smut... :)

Jon Snow*MiLady

Pairing: Jon x F!Wilding!Reader

Platonic: reader x Ygritte, daughter!reader x Mance

Summary: Jon Snow found himself sharing a tent with a wilding girl who loved to rile him up

Warnings: swearing, smut, loss of virginity, praise kink, f receiving oral, piv sex think thats it?

Word count: 4800

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If anyone but Ygritte had brought a crow into your camp, you would’ve been right beside your fellow free folk demanding he either be thrown out or killed. However lucky for her Ygritte she was your closest friend and the reason you were still alive. Something she reminded you of as people voted on how to handle the crow.

You found it amusing how he was so quick to bend the knee to a king he never met, especially one who wasn’t even the king. Tormund apparently looked more the king than Mance, something you knew he would brag about for weeks. The crow told Mance he wanted to be free, but you knew it was a lie and so did Mance. Your interest was peaked from the corner of the room as he began to describe Craster leaving his new-born son in the woods and what came for it.

This time when Mance asked him why he was really here Jon, you had learned his name, answer seemed to be sincere. “I want to fight for the side who fights for the living." He spoke.

Murmurs fell over the crowd as your fellow free folk debated whether he could be trusted. The better question was if he was worth the risk. You still didn’t move from your spot in the back corner, but you did look up, meeting Ygritte’s eyes. Her gaze was strong, and you could feel the threat behind it.

Mance debated Jon’s words in a few moments of silence before turning his head to face you, “And what say you (Y/N)?” Mance asked. This time the crows’ eyes fell on you.

They were soft behind the harden gaze. He had obviously seen so much already but you had seen more. You pushed yourself off the wall and walked closer to where the crow stood, his eyes not leaving you, but you now refused to meet his, instead keeping yours on Ygritte. “You brought me a crow?” you asked her.

Ygritte smirked, “I brought you Jon Snow,”

“I already have plenty of snow,” you said causing Tormund and others to snicker, “Do you talk to all the crows to decide if you should shoot them?”

Ygritte glared at you. You glanced at Jon who was now wrapped in even more confusion. Why was the king asking someone else’s opinion? Clearly, he was not a wildling. “You owe me,” Ygritte reminded you, ignoring your question.

Your eyes fell back on Jon Snow who stood up straighter under your gaze. You internally smirked at his actions. There was silence in the room as your eyes roamed the crow. Finally, you glanced at Ygritte one last time before walking back to your corner, “I say he can stay,” you said and Jon nodded at your words, attempting to speak but you cut him off, “For now,” you added.

Mance nodded at your words and turned to his lieutenant, “Get the boy a new cloak,”

The new cloak didn’t help much as no one could forget a face like Jon Snow’s. everywhere he walked in the camp the children would pelt him with snow. You laughed at the irony. Ygritte kept trying to stop them to little avail. She tried to scatter the children as they pelted him again when she spotted you laughing across the camp. Ygritte stalked over to you. “Can’t you help me get them to knock it off?”

“Why would I do that?” you snorted at her question. You rolled your eyes as Jon rushed to catch up with his protecter. “He’s kind of like a dog,” you mused to her, but she just rolled her eyes.

“If you told them to stop, they’d have to,” she said ignoring your insult.

Jon had been in camp for only a couple of hours and clearly no one had explained anything to him, “So are you like the wildling queen?” he asked.

You grimaced at the suggestion, “Do you assume everyone is a king?”

Jon glared at your words, “That was an honest mistake,”

“Are all southerners so ready to bend the knee?” you asked with a smirk.

“I’m a northerner,” Jon spat.

You laughed as you began to walk away, Jon following behind you and Ygritte behind him, “A northerner who can barely walk in snow,”

“There’s like 9 inches of snow!” he shot back.

You couldn’t stop the laugh that shot out your lips as you turned to face him, “I’ll keep that in mind next time im cold, Snow,” you smirked.

Jon’s face flushed pinker than the cold had already nipped it, “I didn’t mean it like that! And you know it,”

“Are you always so miserable?” you asked, turning back to face where you were walking. You were walking to where some of your men were preparing hot stew, something you needed to help with the admittedly high snow.

Jon just sighed behind you and ignored your question. “So, what are you then? Queen, princess, general?” he asked.

“Why does it matter?” you asked as you got in line for stew, Ygritte cutting in front of you and Jon behind you.

“I want to know who I’m talking to,”

“Are you blind?” you snipped, growing hungrier by the minute. “Or just an idiot?”

“Are you?” Jon said, causing you to stop moving and turn to face him, “Why did Mance need your permission?” he asked.

You rolled your eyes, “He didn’t need my permission, just my opinion. Which by the way is usually right so don’t prove me wrong,”

“And why does your opinion matter to a king?” he asked as Ygritte walked away with her stew.

As you took the bowl from the man you turned to face Jon again. “His daughter,” you smirked, and you could see Jon’s face pale.

“So, you’re a princess?”

“Maybe to the south,” you said, “Here I’m his first man, his council. What you people call a hand,”

“My father was a hand,” he said as he reached for his own bowl of stew.

“I never asked,” you said as you stopped his hand, “Who said you could eat?” you asked, and Jon’s face fell.

His shock was quickly replaced by anger as he stomped to where Ygritte was sitting on a log. You laughed as you picked up his bowl before walking to join them. You held the bowl out to the crow who looked up at you with a cold stare. “I’m not that bad,” you shrugged, holding it out closer for him to take.

“How kind,” he said, rolling his eyes. You smacked the back of his head for that, “Hey!”

“Shut up,” you said as you reached into your pocket and pulled out the fabric you wrapped your spoons in. you passed Jon one without saying anything and he seemed shocked but less angry this time, “Eat,” you told him and finally he did.

After your food Jon stopped being your problem till the sun began to set. That’s when Ygritte approached you with her next problem, “Where’s the crow sleeping?”

“Fuck would I know?” you said. You were just about to go into your own tent when she had caught you. The day had been long, and Jon was far from your only problem. “Ask Mance,”

Jon stood a couple of feet behind Ygritte, “He said to ask you,”

“Ask Tormund,” you said as you rolled your eyes and went to walk into your tent, but she grabbed your arm to stop you.

“He said the same thing,” she smirked.

“You’ve got to be kidding me? How is the crow my problem now?” you asked.

Jon stomped closer to where you debated with Ygritte, “I’m right here you know,”

You held your hand up to him, motioning him to shut up as you continued talking to Ygritte, “Stick him in a spare tent,”

“No ones willing to give him one,”

You sighed knowing you wouldn’t have given him your peoples spare supplies either in their shoes. “Does he have furs?”

“Oh, aye I carried furs all the way from the wall encase I came to camp with yous,” Jon said.

You held back a laugh and kept an annoyed face on as best you could. Snarky Jon was better than formal Jon. “Can’t you keep him?”

“I share a tent with two other folk who’d skin him in his sleep,” she said, and you sighed knowing she was right, “What am I supposed to do with him?”

“Right fine fuck fine okay,” you said, running a hand through your hair, “Just fuck off and I’ll deal with it,”

“Thank you,” Ygritte yelled as she was already running away before she could change her mind.

You sighed and began to walk to go into your tent, “What about me?” Jon asked, rushing to follow.

“You have legs. Keep up,” you said as you entered your tent, holding the flap open for him to get in. “Hurry up im cold,”

“Oh, so wildings do get cold,” Jon smirked as you began to secure the tent entrance shut to block out the harsh wind.

“Do you want to sleep in the snow?” you asked as you turned to face him. He just rolled his eyes in response. You ignored him as you began to light a couple candles to light the dim tent. “You can borrow my spare furs. Don’t ruin them crow,” you warned.

“Don’t worry your precious furs are fine with me milady,” he said as he looked around the tent.

You grabbed one of your furs and threw it at him, “Don’t call me that,” you said.

“What?” he asked, “Milady? Are you not a princess milady? Do you have another title milady? What would milady like?”

“Milady would like you to shut the fuck up,” you almost yelled as you sat on your own pile of furs that acted as a bed and began to remove your cloak, flinging it into the corner of the tent.

Jon laughed as he internally celebrated his mini win before he looked around the tent awkwardly, “Where am I supposed to take these?”

You looked up at him, eyebrows knitting in confusion as you took off your boots, “You’re sleeping in here. With me. Unless you’d prefer the snow?”

“I don’t think your father would- “

“I am his daughter not his possession,” you said as you finally got your second shoe off. “and if its my honour your worried about just know us free folk have another definition of honour,”

“And what’s that?” Jon asked.

You stood up from the furs and grinned, “Well part of it is you not killing me in my sleep. At least wake me up first,” Jon just grumbled something under his breath, and you rolled your eyes, “Are you gonna stand there all night? Get ready for bed dumbass,” you said.

“Fuck off,” Jon said; however, he did as he was told as he laid his furs on the ground and began to take his cloak and boots off.

You ignored the crow as you began to fix your hair for bed. You looked down to where Jon was getting under the furs with his clothes still on, “Are you that cold?” you asked.

“What?” Jon asked but a blush fell on his face as you began to remove your outer layers. “Oh,”

You grinned as you stripped down to a lose long shirt you wore under your other clothes. “I forgot you crows didn’t do the whole sex thing,” you said. Jon avoided looking at you as you sat on your furs, deliberately not going under them. The shirt covered your torso and tops of thighs but apparently your legs were too scandalous for him, “Relax, we’re not having sex. I know you crows don’t have it in you,” you laughed.

“I could!” he protested, his eyes flashing to meet yours then quickly moving away, “But I took a vow saying I wouldn’t take a wife,”

“Who said anything about marriage?” you asked.

Jon rolled his eyes as he began to shed his own outer layers. You kept your eyes on him, smirking as he flushed under your gaze, “Can I help you?” he asked as he took his tunic off.

“You already said no to that,” you grinned, and his flush only depend. “Have you ever had sex?” you asked as you decided to retreat under your furs.

Finally, Jon could look at you without going red, “I made a vow- “

“I meant before that,”

“I was just a boy then,” Jon said who was now in just an under shirt and pants. He climbed under his furs you had gave him as you watched, “Why are you staring at me?”

You laughed at him as he scowled, “Never seen a crow without his clothes on,” you said, “Not half bad,” you laughed as you took the under shirt you had on off, puling the furs up to cover yourself, “Not as good as a wilding though,”

Jon rolled his eyes, but his face was red after he noticed you were now naked in the tent, “Of course you’d say that”

“Want me to prove it?” you offered, sitting up more so the furs slipped down slightly.

Jon blushed more, “No I believe you,” he stammered.

“Do yous not sleep naked?” you asked, deciding to give him some mercy.

Jon laid down, turning to face you on his side still a couple of feet apart. “Some do I suppose. Im always scared someone will walk in,”

“No one will walk into this tent,” you assured him.

Jon snorted, “What? Would Mance kill them?” he asked.

You pulled the dagger out from under your furs, “No, I would,” you grinned, and you saw a look of fear and impress fall on his face. “Don’t worry. I don’t want to get blood on my good furs,”

Jon rolled his eyes before turning to face the other wall. You grinned as you settled down to sleep. However, sleep did not come. Despite the furs you had you felt the chill as a storm seemed to be over the camp. The frigid air beat the side of the tents and whistled in the wind. You had decided to not blow out two candles so you could make sure the crow wasn’t planning to kill you, but it now helped you ask you rolled over to see Jon shivering in his furs.

Admittedly you had gave the boy one of the more scraggily ones and he only had one while you had several. You could tell by the cold he would not be asleep and was merely making. You sighed as you sat up, keeping the furs covering your chest, “You cold?” you asked, already knowing the truth.

“Why do you care?” he asked, not opening his eyes.

You sighed as you moved some of the furs around, “Get under,” you told him and this time Jon opened his eyes, “Toss that one on top and come on,”

“What?” Jon asked as he sat up in his own makeshift bed.

“You’re shivering so much your teeth are gonna break. Get under the furs,” you told him. Jon seemed to debate it, “Your southern honour doesn’t apply here. Get under the furs,” you commanded him.

This time Jon seemed to listen. He got up and quickly fling the fur he had on top of the pile you had on you, and shimming in in between your pile of furs, “I’m not a southerner,” he protested as he joined you in the furs, letting out a sigh as the warmth surrounded his body.

He accidentally nudged into you, and you yelped at his cold skin, “Your like ice!” you squealed.

Jon grinned as he rolled over to face you, “More like snow,” he said. You rolled your eyes, telling him to fuck off under your breath and in response Jon pressed one of his icy hands to your waist.

You squirmed under his touch as he laughed at your yelping. His hands were probably colder than the ice outside but despite this you still wanted his hand on your waist. He pressed the back of the other to your cheek, “You’re playing a dangerous game snow,” you warned him, teeth chattering.

“And whys that?” he asked. Gods was that smirk attractive.

You grabbed the wrist by your face and pushed it back while grabbing the other off your waist, forcing him onto his back with his hands pinned by his head, “I’m quicker,” you smirked. You were now straddling the crow’s waist, your chest exposed and only inches from his. The way his breath caught in his throat and his eyes widened made your grin grow. “Crow got your tongue?” you asked.

“You might be quicker but I’m stronger,” Jon stuttered out.

However, he made no attempt to make you move which only made you laugh, “So you’re choosing to have a naked woman on top of you. How dishonourable of you Jon Snow,” you tutted.

Jon scowled up at you, “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said and this time you laughed loudly causing his face to go red.

Your laughter stopped when the bastard flipped you onto your back, your legs now wrapped around his waist as he held himself above you. Jon now had your own wrists pinned above your head, allowing you to look down to see his body above you. The nightswatch did something right you had to admit when you saw how toned he was from what his undershirt revealed.

Your eyes scanned over him deliberately slowly before meeting his eyes. “I could get used to this crow,” you said before wrapping your legs tighter around your waist, you pulled him closer causing you to rub against his crotch which you could feel hard against you. You saw his face flush as you chuckled, “You might have honour but he,” you said, grinding against the crow again, “does not,”

“Shut up,” Jon grumbled as he avoided your gaze, but he made no attempts to remove your legs.

You removed your legs from around his waist, causing him to finally glance down at you, “If you want me to stop, I’ll stop,” you said and once again he looked away like a scared puppy, “but no one but us has to know what happened in this tent,” you finished.

Jon looked down at you, his eyes filled with desperation and longing, “Can I kiss you?” he finally asked.

This time your smile was gentle as you pulled your hand free of his before pulling his head closer to yours and placing your lips onto him. Despite loving to tease you could tell how nervous the boy was, so you started the kiss slow, unsure if he had ever kissed anyone before this. His lips were far gentler than any wildings and his hair was soft in your grip.

You tugged gently on his curls causing him to moan against your mouth. You took the opportunity to slip your tongue into Jon’s mouth who gladly let you. You felt his tense body relax against your touch as he rested more of his weight on you.

His arms rested beside either side of your head to keep him up. Taking on of his hands, you brought it down your body, placing his hand on your breast. You could sense his nerves and pulled back slightly, laughing gently, “You can touch me, I don’t bite,” you said, pressing another small kiss to his lips before adding, “much,”

Jon didn’t argue with your smarminess this time and instead gently squeezed where you had placed his hand before diving back into your lips, desperate for your touch. Your other hand slipped away and began to roam down his chest then down his body, feeling his abs underneath his shirt and causing him to shiver.

Then you moved your hand down lower, playing with the band of his under clothes. You felt his stomach tense again under your touch. “I have an idea,” you told him before flipping him back onto his back before he could protest. With his hips under yours, you grinded down onto his hard member causing Jon to groan and his eyes to flutter shut, “We’ve barely even started and look at you,” you cooed down at him.

Jon tried to argue but you rolled your hips against his again and another moan fell out his pretty lips. “Do it again,” he begged. You complied once more before stopping, moving your hands to pull of his shirt so you could trace his abs, “Please,” Jon begged again.

“You’re cute when you’re desperate,” you told him before your eyes flickered back to his body. You trailed your hands over his chest, and you felt Jon buck his hips into yours. In response you lifted your hips up away from his, “You need to be patient,” you warned the crow, “Im much nicer to boys who listen,”

“I’m not a boy,” Jon argued, and you smirked at his words.

Brushing the hair out his face, you looked down at him as he glared at you, “Prove it,” you told him before pressing your hips down, grinding into him again causing him to moan louder this time, “Men don’t beg for me to do this,” you said as you continued rolling your hips against him, “They beg for much more,”

“Please,” Jon begged, his hands moving to grab your hips which you decided to allow, enjoying how they dug into your flesh, “I want to feel you,”

“But do you deserve it?” you asked, still rolling your hips against him, trying to ignore the wet spot that was growing against him and wetting his underclothes.

Jon let out a whine when your hips met his again, “I’ll listen I promise. I promise I’ll be good,” the way he shamelessly begged to be touched made you want to tease him more, but you were afraid he wouldn’t last long enough for it to be worth it.

You hummed at his words, your fingers trailing down his body before arriving at the hem of his remaining clothes. You leant down to press a kiss to his throat as you slid the clothes down his legs. Jon quickly shimmed them off. Now you could see his hard cock that was already red and dripping with precum.

Jons hips bucked as you took his member into your hand, running your thumb over the top. “If you don’t keep still ill stop,” you warned, and Jon did his best to comply as you slowly began to pump your hand up and down. He began to whimper under your touch, begging under his breath to feel you. You moved up to hover over his cock again, running its tip over your wet folds, “Beg me,” you said.

Jon cursed under his breath, his eyes rolling back at the sensation of you against him, “please,” he whimpered, “please just-fuck,” Jon gasped as you sunk down onto him, his eyes screwing shut.

You gasped yourself as you took him in, he was bigger than you had expected. Giving yourself a moment to adjust, you rested your hands on his abs to keep yourself up. Once you began to feel more comfortable you began to roll your hips again, feeling him move deeper into you as you did. “Fuck you feel so good,” you praised, hands gripping onto him. Jon was still moaning under neath you, but you saw a bashful smile cross his lips when you complimented him. “You like that?” you asked moving faster, “Like when I tell you how good you are?”

“Mhmm,” Jon agreed as he let out a string of shameless moans.

You moved your hand to grab his, pulling it up to grab your chest, “Are you scared to touch me crow?” you asked as you used your hands to move his.

“I’m not scared,” Jon said, his breath shaky.

This just made you grin, “Not scared him?” you said, “What pretty noises you're making for me… am I making you feel good?" you asked, and you felt Jon twitch inside you.

You began to roll your hips slower but deeper, feeling yourself hit off his pubic bone, “Fuck please don’t stop,” Jon moaned.

“Aw is the crow gonna cum?” you asked, grabbing his jaw before leaning down to kiss it all while your hips still rolled against his. “You’re such a mess right now you know that?”

“I don’t care,” he stuttered, his breath beginning to catch in his throat.

You continued to leave kisses along his jaw line and neck. “It’s hot when you talk back to me,” you said, your lips grazing his ear before giving it a quick bite.

“You said you don’t bite,” Jon moaned.

“But you like it don’t you?” you said, biting his jaw gently causing him to moan. “You’re so pretty like this,” you said, sitting back up to allow yourself to move your hips better. You sped up you’re bouncing, and you felt Jon squeeze your tits tighter and his cock twitching more.

“I’m gonna,” Jon started to saw, his hips rutting up against yours. You sped up slightly, wanting to savour your last few pumps, before quickly pulling off him. Jon whined but your hands instantly replaced your cunt and within two strokes he had came all over his stomach as you rested over his thighs. “Fuck,” Jon panted as he tried to catch his breath.

You laughed as you fell over to lay beside him, also out of breath. “Maybe you’re not so bad after all,” you said as Jon whipped his stomach off with a cloth you passed him.

“Is that so?” Jon asked, throwing the cloth to the side, “What about you?” Jon asked as he rolled over to face you.

“What about me?” you asked.

Jons hand trailed over your thighs, his fingers mere inches away from your wet cunt, “You didn’t, you know,” he said, his cheeks flushing.

“It’s okay I don’t mind,” you told him as you went to push his hand away.

Jon gripped your thigh to stop you, “But I wanted you to,” he pouted.

You raised an eyebrow at the man, “What did you have in mind?” you asked.

Jon trailed his fingers closer to your core which was beginning to feel so empty without him in it, “My watch brothers told me about this thing you do to women to make them,” Jon began to stammer out his words. “You know,”

“You want to make me cum,” you confirmed, and Jon gave you a sheepish nod. You laid back into your furs, settling yourself in. “Show me what how the crows do it,” you told him.

Jon hesitated for a second before he began to shuffle down, his head disappearing under the furs. Your eyebrows scrunched up in confusion, but a moan ripped through your throat as Jon placed a kiss to your cunt. The wildings didn’t do it like this. You couldn’t see his face, but you knew he had to be smirking as he began to lick a stripe up your cunt. He began soft at first before he began to lap up your juices, his tongue massaging your core. You didn’t stop the moans as he continued to kiss and lick you.

Then you felt his fingers tease your hole and you felt a knot tighten in your stomach as they slipped into you. Jons tongue trailed up to focus on placing sloppy kisses to your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you. You moaned his name when you felt his fingers curl inside you. Your skin felt hot as his face was buried in your cunt, his spare hand gripping your thighs.

Your hands were knotted in his curls, keeping his face where you needed him. The knot in your stomach tightened with every curl and pump of his fingers. The pressure continued to build as he kissed your clit before taking it in his mouth and lightly sucking it. the feeling sent you over the edge. You gripped his hair even tighter as you rode out your orgasm on his tongue which never stopped till you let go of his hair as you began to come down from your peak.

“Why so quiet now?” Jon teased as he came out from under the furs, his face soaked with your juices.

You were almost gasping for breath as you pulled the furs to cover you, “Is that how the lords please their lady’s?” you asked him.

Jon grinned at you, placing a kiss to your cheek, “I’m not sure,” he confessed, “I just wanted to kiss you there,”

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chaethewriter · 1 year

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exes

Jack Champion x reader

In which you and Jack bump into your exes while visiting your hometown.

Word count: 2,7k

Warning: english isn't my first language, hurt to fluff!!, not proofread.

tagged: @viivvriv @genesis4545 @norrisgf @darkcrusadestrawberry @drxwstxrkxy

A/N: another Jack oneshot!! Check my other one out as well "ghost of you". Enjoy reading <3

You and your boyfriend Jack were currently visiting your hometown. With his press tour being done and finally having some free time on his hand, he decided to spend his free time with you by coming with you to visit your childhood friends and family. He had met most of them before, during your birthday. The two of you stayed at your parents' house, your room being untouched from following college elsewhere. You had a bed big enough for two people, so you and Jack could fit just perfectly. Your father disapproved of this idea, though, as he was still your little girl. But Jack was your boyfriend, and you wanted to be in his arms as you slept.

The morning after you arrived, you decided to go out with him. Just a silly little date with your boyfriend. He was having none of that, though. "Baby, can't we just stay here?" His body was basically suffocating as he rested on your body, his cheek against your chest as his feet almost dangled off your bed because of his height. You chuckled as you stroked his head, your fingers running through his curls, making him smile from feeling so content just like this. "Come on, it will be fun! We can have breakfast at this little cafe and visit this huge toy store, Lego date?" He removed his cheek from your chest as he looked up at you with his brown doe eyes, "okay yes lets do that!" He practically rolled off of you as he took his tanktop off. A grin was plastered on your face as you whistled, admiring his muscles.

He grinned in return as he took his towel from the heater. Before leaving for the bathroom, he didn't forget to press a loving kiss against your lips.

You stood in the bathroom as you did your eyeliner, your face close to the mirror, as you were too focused on your makeup that you didn't notice your boyfriend entering the room. He still had his towel around his waist as the water dripped from his locks. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, his hands on your hips as he watched you from the mirror.

"You're still not done?" You asked when you noticed that he was shirtless, even though he had showered first. "I was doing a short morning workout. What am I allowed to wear today, milady?"

He asked with a chuckle, referring to the fact you always complained about his outfit looking too millennial. He did look hot in the clothes offered to him for photoshoots and interviews, but outside that, it was horrendous. How did you fall in love with him? Probably because of his goofy self because it definitely wasn't because of his style. You closed the cap of your eyeliner before you turned your head and looked up at him, locking your eyes. Jack leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips. You kissed him back and pulled away to answer his question, "I love that brown sweatshirt on you with the beige straight leg pants. Also, you aren't sweaty from your workout?" Your hands ran over his skin as you asked. He was burning hot but not sticky. "It was a very light workout, so I will be okay. Thank you, babe!" He pressed another kiss to your lips before walking off to your room to change. You shaked your head with a chuckle. A 'light workout' in Jack's eyes meant pushups, situps, and lots of silly air punching. It was okay, though, you love him. A lot. He was an amazing boyfriend. Caring, clingy, funny, and he made you feel like the happiest girl on earth, even if his style was a little weird. His handsomeness was definitely a plus. Jack was basically the package. You couldn't ask for anything more.

You looked into your makeup mirror one last time to see if you didn't look weird. Jack watched as you did so, walking up to you and standing next to you, "You look amazing, you know? There is nothing wrong!" He had turned the mirror away from your face, making it face himself as he did his famous chad face in the reflection. You laughed out loud as you took your phone out to snap a quick picture of his reflection. Once downstairs, you put your leather jacket and boots on before greeting your parents as the two of you left. Jack was indeed wearing the outfit you recommended, with a trench coat on top as it was still a little windy. Your arms were wrapped around his biceps as the two of you walked towards the cafe. It wasn't too far away, though, and walking like this with your boyfriend by your side made you feel content. You couldn't be happier.

Jack held the door open for you, and you couldn't help but blush. He was such a gentleman, raised just right. You still weren't used to it. After you took a seat on the chair he had pulled for you by the window, Jack had taken a seat in front of you. You were handed the menu as the waitress immediately asked what you would like to drink.

"Just a water for me, please." Jack smiled at the waitress before turning to you.

"A hot chocolate would be great, thank you." The waitress wrote your order down before getting your drinks.

Jack had taken your hand in his as the two of you held hands on the table, looking through the breakfast menu. "They have delicious pancakes here! Truly my favorite, with cream and fruits." You smiled with excitement as you pointed to Jack's menu with your other hand, wanting him to read what you would order. He did as he was told, before looking back at you and leaning down to kiss your hand, "My little sweet tooth."

He looked back at his menu and pointed, "The smoked salmon with Ezekiel bread sounds good, doesn't it?" You playfully rolled your eyes as you shook your head. Protein. Your silly gym boy.

The waitress came back with your drinks, "did you already want to order?"

Jack nodded his head with a smile, "For her the pancakes with cream and fruits, for me the smoked salmon sandwich with Ezekiel bread please."

The two of you ate your breakfast as you talked about your plans for the following week. You mostly wanted alone time with your boyfriend, as you didn't get to hang out like this often because of his schedule. He didn't mind at all, as he felt the same. He wanted to be with you whenever he got the chance to. "Want to taste?" He cut up a piece of bread with salmon, vegetables and spread for you, holding it up with his fork as he poked the fish against your bottom lip. You smiled happily as you opened your mouth for him to carefully feed you the piece.

"That bite made me full. Eat my leftovers?" You still had one pancake left with lots of cream on top of it. Jack hated to waste food, so fortunately, he always had space for some sweet dessert. He still can't believe you were able to eat this sweet in the morning. Since he finished his sandwich, he took your plate and put it on top of his. You smiled happily as you sipped on your hot chocolate. Taking your phone out to take a picture of your eating boyfriend.

After breakfast, which Jack insisted on paying, the two of you walked towards the biggest toy store near your hometown. "We could buy a flower set!" You excitedly walked down the street as you pulled him along, basically walking him like a dog as he followed you around. The number of Lego sets was overwhelming— there was a lot to pick from. Jack had insisted on the expensive Toruk Makto with the tree of souls set, as well as a small flower set, but it was incredibly expensive.

"You're my girlfriend, I insist, so don't worry too much, baby." He had said as he picked the sets up from the shelf in the middle, holding both of them above his head with his hand as the other wandered to his wallet in his pocket. You frowned as you held his arm to stop him from taking his wallet, "Jack, stop that!!" You proceeded to bite his arm, but to no avail. Jack walked up to the counter with his long legs, completely ignoring you as he paid. You practically ran after him as he was incredibly tall.

"Jack, love, please stop that!"

He held his card against the card reader as three beeps filled with the area, confirming his payment. He took the two huge bags from the worker and greeted her goodbye before taking your hand and pulling you outside.

"Jack! You don't have to do that!"

He shrugged as he held the two bags in one hand, making him flex his muscles, and squeezing your hand with the other, "I like to treat you, baby, so please let me treat you the way you deserve to be treated."

"I'm paying for this!" You grumbled as you walked past the convenience store shelves, looking for snacks to eat during your silly date. "Whatever you say, baby." He smiled as he walked after you wherever you went with a basket in his other hand. You had taken some chocolate cookies as you carefully put them in the basket before continuing your journey.

One of your favorite snacks were on the top shelf, you couldn't reach that, "baby can you help me?"

"Of course I can-"

A shadow loomed over your body as a hand took your snack from the top shelf. "Oh, thank you babe!" You had turned around, expecting to come face to face with Jack. Instead, you come face to face with all too familiar face features.

"Sebastian?" He flashed you a grin and put the snacks in your hands, "still missing me, 'babe'?" He teased you as he put his hands in his the pockets of his jacket, looking down at you with a smile. Jack didn't waste any time and stood next to you in mere seconds, his jaw clenched as he looked at the unknown boy in front of him. Jack had analysed him: black middle part, black jeans with holes, a black half unbottuned blouse to show the silver chain and a leather jacket to top it off. His hair was messy, but his earpiercings were still visible.

"On fuck off, Sebastian. Please fuck yourself."

"Can't fuck alone, you know?" The boy named Sebastian grinned yet again as he ran his hand through his hair, soon letting his eyes wander to your boyfriend, "who's this?"

"My boyfriend, so just fuck off, we have a date to go on to!" You had tried to pull Jack with you, but he stood his ground as he glared at your ex. "What gives you the mindset to talk to my girlfriend like that?" If he wasn't holding anything in his hands, he would have launched himself at the boy in front of him. Sebastian raised his eyebrows, "Didn't tell your boy? I'm her ex. Hey (y/n)! Your other exes are here too. Should I call them for you? Bros, come here!"

You pursed your lips in frustration. You couldn't let your day be ruined by them. "Jack please, let's just go.. please"

But he didn't budge, instead, he had watched how two other boys emerged from the hall. Black messy hair and the same type of clothes. Jack didn't know how to feel. These were your ex-boyfriends? Why did he look so different from them?

"This is (y/n)'s new boyfriend."

The three guys looked at him from top to bottom as you clung onto Jack's arm, begging him to leave. "Sebastian, Ryan, Nick. Please stop this. Don't make my life more miserable than that the three of you already did!" But they continued. They noticed Jack's muscles through his coat as well as his broad shoulders.

"A white gym dude? You sure downgraded."

"Bet he only cares about lifting and doesn't spend time with you."

"He looks like he only thinks about protein first and you second."

"Is that lego? Kind of a lame date, I could do better."

Now, Jack was a confident and humble guy. He didn't want to change himself for others. He wanted to be himself, but right now? He felt insecure. He looked so much different from your exes, who basically all looked the same.

"You three are miserable. I'll have you know that Jack is a better boyfriend than you three combined. You only cared about yourself and flirted with anything and everything. At least he cares about me and loves me for who I am. And I do too, I love him for who he is. I fell in love for who he is. So if you excuse us, we have somewhere to be and have a 'dumb' Lego date. Come on babe, let's go." You grabbed the basket from your boyfriend's hand, fuming because they ruined your day with your boyfriend. You slammed the basket to the floor, the sound ringing through the store as you took Jack's free hand, pulling him out of the store.

The walk home was quiet, as you were still burning from anger and Jack's mind was clearly somewhere else. Was he even your type? You had said he was better than them, but was that only to make him feel better? Did you like the cocky, flirty type more than the silly goofy type?

Without himself noticing, he had stopped walking as he stared at the ground.

"Jack?" You turned around as you put your hands on his cheeks to pull him down, pressing your forhead against his. He still didn't look into your eyes, scared that you would see how he felt. Yet, even without looking into his eyes, you knew exactly what was on his mind.

"You're more than enough for me."

Your breath fanned against your skin as he finally looked into your eyes. His expression made your heart drop. His glossy eyes were soft as his lips were pursed, "Am I your type?"

The question threw you off guard, "Babe, of course you are. That's why I got with you, isn't it?"

"They looked the same.. all three of them, isn't that your type? Their hair is flawless, style amazing, confident attitude. Meanwhile I'm just. If you didn't dress me, I didn't look like this. Like you said, my style is a little weird. My hair used to look outdated. I'm childish. I'm goofy. I'm-"

Before he could finish his words, you pressed your lips against his, sharing the most loving kiss you could ever give someone. And Jack felt it. He felt your love, your happiness, your satisfaction. You pulled away when you felt like you needed to catch your breath, keeping him close to you, "why else do you think they're my exes? They were too cocky, selfish and flirty. You're different, in a good way. You care about me. You show me affection and love. You do these little gestures for me, knowing I am unable to do it. When I'm sad, you always find a way to make me smile. I'm happy with you. You're the one I want, Jackson Champion. I love you."

His eyes widened at the confession, clearly flustered that you blurted those words out so easily, meaning they really came from your heart. "I love you too babe, so much. I'm sorry for not trusting you."

You shook your head, your noses rubbing against each other as you did so, "never apologize for your feelings. Should we go and have our silly Lego date?"

"Hell yeah!"

silly(y/n)_

shut the fuck up everyone, he's the one only for me. <3

#jack champion x reader #jack champion #jack champion headcannons #jack champion imagine #jack champion is taking my brain over #ethan landry headcanons #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader

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red-in-every-sense-of-the-word · 1 year

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Love you too ❤️

#Milady Answers #Mekakoi #For context this bitch just liked NINETEEEN posts of mine in a row.#mental illness is real and its name is Mekakoi

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tsunami-of-tears · 2 months

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Subtle

Azriel x Reader, Nesta x Reader, Nessian

Summary: Reader and Nesta have a crush on each other but aren’t sure if they should make a move.

A/N: WHY DO I KEEP MAKING CASSIAN SUCH A SUB?? I’m getting so hyped for poly!+ ACOTAR week!! I have so many drafts on the go rn

Wordcount: 1.2K

Warnings: Female Reader; Mostly fluff; Slightly sexual themes; Mention of cuck!Cassian (he’s so hot for that); Poly! relationship

Sharing their bed was nothing new to Cassian and Nesta, often inviting both males and females to join them.

Cassian didn’t often get jealous, in fact - he quite enjoyed when Nesta would seek out other males. The only rule was that he wanted to watch.

Cassian was willing to give Nesta her privacy when it came to females. He understood that it was a different kind of intimacy. On occasion, Nesta would allow an audience. If Cassian was lucky, he’d be invited to join in.

The couple were getting ready to head out to Rita’s with the rest of the Inner Circle. There was nothing out of the ordinary about tonight, except for Nesta’s growing feelings for their friend, Y/N.

Nesta pauses in front of the mirror, trying to calm her racing mind. Her hair was styled in her signature coronet, and her sleek black dress perfectly hugged her figure.

Cassian walks up behind Nesta, admiring his mate as he slides his arms around her waist and kisses her tenderly on the cheek.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asks, concern lacing his voice.

“I’m nervous about tonight. About seeing Y/N,” She admits.

Cassian gives Nesta a small, reassuring smile, moving his hands to rest on her hips. “I wondered when this was going to come up. I noticed your affection towards her has grown. I just want you to be happy, my love.”

Nesta turns in Cassian’s arms to face him. “I know,” She says. “But I can’t tell if she feels the same. And I have no idea if Az will be okay with it.”

Cassian ponders her statement. “Do you want me to try broaching the topic with him?” He asks.

“I know it’s not your strong suit, but please try and be subtle. I don’t want to ruin things between us.”

“Sweetheart, subtle is my middle name,” Cassian grins widely.

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At Rita’s, Cassian, Azriel and Rhys are sat at their signature booth with glasses of whiskey in hand. The females are off dancing together; Mor with Feyre, and Nesta with Y/N.

Y/N throws her head back at something Nesta says, her melodic laughter barely heard over the music. The pair hold hands and spin around together, completely ignorant of the people around them.

Cassian watches his mate and her friend with a small smile. He would give anything to make Nesta happy. He takes a big sip of his drink before inclining his head towards Azriel. “Has Y/N ever expressed interest in females before?”

Rhys eyes his brothers, opting to stay quiet and see where this conversation is going. Azriel smirks and arches a brow. “Huh, why do you want to know that?” He asks.

Cassian shrugs, failing at his attempt to seem casual. “I was just wondering,” He says cooly.

“That’s a funny thing to wonder about my mate,” Azriel goads, “I’d ask the same about yours, but we both know the answer to that question.”

Rhys coughs, raising his hand to his mouth to keep his drink from spraying across the table.

Cassian sighs, “You know you’re a prick, right?”

“You can tell Nesta to make her move,” Azriel says with a wink.

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Y/N extends a hand, bowing to Nesta as a slow ballad starts to play throughout the hall. “Will you join me for this dance, milady?” She asks, each word laced with giggles now that the faewine has taken effect.

Nesta takes her hand, bowing in return. “I would be delighted,” she replies.

They both smile as they hold each other in a close embrace, swaying to the music. At this proximity, Y/N can’t avoid looking into Nesta’s eyes, and she risks a glance down to her lips.

Only for a second, but long enough that Nesta caught it.

Nesta’s lips curl upwards slightly and she tilts her head closer to Y/N’s.

“You don’t have to be shy with me,” Nesta murmurs as her gaze drops to Y/N’s mouth. Rather than quickly averting her eyes, Nesta lingers, taking in the soft curves - wondering how they’ll feel, what they’ll taste like.

Y/N’s heart pounds and the music fades into a dull roar as she stands still in her embrace with Nesta. The moment she’d thought about since the two first met was finally reality.

Their bodies fit together even better than Y/N had dreamed. They move in time, close enough to feel the others’ breath on their face.

Just a little bit more, that’s all it would take to close that gap, and maybe ruin their friendship.

Y/N doesn’t have to decide as Nesta chooses for her. She surges forward, pressing her soft lips to Y/N’s in a sweet kiss.

It only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough to make Y/N’s blood heat.

They part, breathing unevenly, Y/N bites her lower lip as she looks up into Nesta’s steel-blue eyes. “Do it again,” Y/N pants.

Nesta gently holds Y/N’s cheek as their lips meet again. It’s tender and unhurried, but it’s clear that Nesta is the one in control. Her tongue slips between Y/N’s lips, exploring and claiming her mouth.

They part for air, resting forehead against forehead and continue to sway to the music. They both smile shyly, cheeks flushed pink, not noticing anyone but each other.

They dance for a few more songs together before heading back to their booth for a drink. Azriel wraps his arm around Y/N as she slips into the seat beside him.

Y/N blushes furiously as a rather pleased-looking Nesta takes the seat opposite her, next to Cassian.

Cassian uses the bond to speak to Nesta, ‘That wasn’t exactly subtle.’

Nesta replies with the mental image of her making a vulgar gesture.

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After calling it a night, Y/N heads home with Azriel, walking hand in hand along the Sidra.

They stop at the end of the Rainbow, admiring the display of colours. Azriel takes Y/N’s other hand and kisses her lovingly. “Did you have fun tonight, my love?” Azriel asks, his lips curled into a soft small.

Y/N grips his hands tighter as she blushes again, and looks down at their feet. She had been harbouring feelings for Nesta from the moment they met. Azriel picked up on them fairly quickly through the bond. Though Y/N did her best to hide them, she couldn’t cover up just how alive the female made her feel.

Azriel gently lifts her chin so their eyes meet. He tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear before running his thumb over her cheek. “No need to be shy, my love. You already had my blessing. I am happy for you.”

Y/N looks up at her mate with wide eyes, silver tears threatening to spill over the edge. “Are you sure?” She asks.

“Of course,” Azriel kisses her softly, “If Nesta brings you more happiness, how can I deny you that? And besides, this” —he points at her chest, over her heart— “has so much love in it. There’s not any less for me if you give some to Nesta as well.”

Y/N wraps her arms tightly around Azriel, inhaling the scent of him, feeling the firmness of his body in her arms. “I love you so much.” She murmurs into the crook of his neck.

“I love you too, Y/N,” Azriel says, kissing the top of her head.

#poly!acotar #acotar #acosf #acotar fanfiction #acotar fic #a court of thorns and roses #acotar oneshot #acomaf #azriel x reader #nesta x reader #nessriel #nessriel x reader #poly!acotar x reader #nesta x you #nesta x y/n

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inprometheanfire · 1 year

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@ofimaginarybeings sent: ‘ship !’ - milady & grimaud

send ‘ship !’ for the following

who throws things in a fight ? : Milady, accurately. who goes to their parent’s house for a weekend when things get bad ? : It’s when things are bad that they seem to work better together, even if they’re destructive and dangerous. who wants to have children ? who doesn’t ? : Neither. Milady has a hidden soft spot for children, but she doesn’t want any because they require all of one’s time and energy. She’s made a life for herself that doesn’t have room for children in it. And she doesn’t think she’d make a good mom either. who is more adverse to physical contact ? : Grimaud. He doesn’t make it easy either. who hates/dislikes their neighbors the most ? : If they had neighbors, both Milady and Grimaud would hate them. If one of them could provide money and opportunity, she just might consider siding with them. who hates/dislikes their significant other’s family ? : Neither have family to dislike. who is most likely to leave when things get rough ? : Both. Milady feels like he’s not worth the trouble and Grimaud would rather stay away from her altogether. who thinks their partner turned out a different person than they thought ? : Neither were disillusioned with the other. who is more likely to cheat ? : Milady to get a reaction from him because it’s like he doesn’t care enough to get jealous, much less feel anything. who is the more experienced ( sexually or otherwise ) ? : Milady, probably. who hates/dislikes their significant other’s friends ? : Neither have friends to dislike lmao who wants to go to social gatherings the most ? : Milady but usually if it’s to stake someone out or something other. However, she does like a party every now and then. To get dressed up and show off. who is most likely to be dishonest ? : Milady, of course. She’s always lying and hiding who she is and wearing different disguises for different people. who is more emotionally closed off ? how does this affect their partner ? : Grimaud, though Milady has a tendency to close up too. However, it’s Grimaud who does this the most. It doesn’t bother Milady too much because she doesn’t intend on getting emotionally attached to him, but it can prove difficult when he’s eager to get rid of her. who is the dessert person ? : Milady, all the time. who is more conservative ? : Neither. who hates/dislikes oral sex ? : Grimaud can pretend all day that he doesn’t like it but Milady will prove otherwise lmao

#sh . for reasons wretched and divine #milady & grimaud ; ofimaginarybeings #answered meme

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nyrasproblm · 23 days

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I'm not the only one - 5

Leto Atreides x reader

Word Count: 1,2K

Warning: angst, age difference, arranged marriage, mention of infidelity, misogyny, reader is kind of toxic.

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Leaning further over the dark stone railing of your bedroom balcony, you rubbed your face with your hands in a frustrated movement. When you looked up, you stared at the large rugged stones that formed the shield wall.

You didn't know why you were so angry, Jessica's pregnancy shouldn't surprise you, after all, that's her purpose inside the castle, to sleep with him. But it didn't matter, you were very upset, furious, so before she could answer your question you continued chewing and the rest of the meal passed in silence. When you were done, you quietly left the table.

This happened a few days ago and you once again trapped yourself in the comfort of your quarters, not wanting to interact with anyone. You knew you might be acting childish, but you were too angry to even think straight. To make your mood even worse, you remembered your father and let out a disgruntled groan, hiding your face in your hands again.

Your father would make your life hell, through letters, when he found out that the duke's concubine was pregnant and you weren't, even though you explained a thousand times before you got married that the possibility of having an heir with him was minimal, since he already had a son who was almost an adult. Your father didn't care. 'It is a woman's duty to give children to her lord husband' was what he said.

You didn't really have any opinion to give, Leto was in charge of the castle, and he could do whatever he wanted. You were nothing compared to him. A soft knock sounded on the thick door of your quarters and you let yourself in without looking back, a huge danger, Thufir would kill you if he saw that.

"Milady Duchess, you must prepare for dinner with the Duke." Raja's serious voice spoke from behind you and you looked over your shoulder.

"Did he demand my presence?"

"The duke says it's your obligation as a wife, my lady." she replied and you had to remember all the etiquette lessons you had to not frown and send Raja away.

"Right." you replied and left the porch, walking in measured steps to the bed. "Help me, yes?"

"What dress would you like, my lady?" she asked.

"Choose it yourself." you replied in a tired voice.

"But, duchess–"

She stopped talking at the tired and serious look you gave her, turned and walked to the closet. It took a few minutes until she returned with a burgundy dress, made of soft material and with sleeves glued to the arms, gathered at the bust and near the skirts.

Raja dressed you and fixed your hair, she also ran a soft cloth over your face to improve the exhausted look, you hoped it worked. Holding back your sighs of irritation and discontent, you walked to the dining room and the guards opened the large doors, you walked through them and entered the large room.

"My lord." you greeted Leto, who was sitting at the end of the table, before starting to walk to the other end, but he cleared his throat.

"Not today, I want you to sit here next to me." he said, in a way that you couldn't decipher what he felt.

Using more of your etiquette training, you suppressed the urge to distort your face into an expression of disgust and gracefully walked to the seat next to his, sat down, and dinner began to be served. You ate silently, you had already learned to keep your mouth closed during dinners, just the soft noise of the cutlery.

"You locked yourself in your quarters again, from what I've been told." his voice cut through the silence.

Feeling your brow furrow in irritation, you couldn't help yourself:

"You are constantly informed about my every step, you never see it with your own eyes.”

The Duke looked up, but you kept your eyes on the wine glass that was next to your plate.

"I have to spend more time in the landing pad tower, I moved the staff meetings there." he said after clearing his throat. "I wish I could spend more time here."

It seems to me that you had plenty of time to put a baby in Lady Jessica, you thought venomously, but remained silent.

"I don't like that, our coexistence was better." he started again. "Tell me your thoughts, regarding my concubine's pregnancy."

"I have no opinion to express, sire." you replied, lowering your face.

"Don't call me sire, I'm your husband." his tone sounded slightly irritated. "I'm trying hard to treat you properly but you don't cooperate with me."

"My opinion is that the fact that she is pregnant is a huge disrespect to me, I know that our union is political but you must respect me at least in public." you spat, feeling the back of your neck heat up.

"A disrespect? I respect you, I have respected you since the day we got married." he replied, his brow furrowing slightly.

"It's not exactly an act of respect to impregnate your bedmate while I still have no heirs." you blurted out.

"I don't accept you talking about my lifemate like that." he scolded and you closed your hands into fists under the table. "And I made it very clear that I wouldn't have any children with you the first time we had dinner together."

"Is that why you started the conversation? To mistreat me like you always do?”

"I didn't mistreat you, I'm making your place in this union and in this castle very clear. Jessica has been my partner for sixteen years and is the mother of my son. You are nothing more than title and obligation." he finished speaking and took a deep breath, he seemed tired from the effort of saying everything in one breath.

His words carried so much truth that you raised your face and stared at the duke's troubled expression for a few minutes, before wiping your mouth with your napkin and asking for permission to leave.

Your stomach dropped as you walked into the hallway of your quarters and saw Lady Jessica standing near the door, her hands braided in front of her, her body draped in a simple black dress, her hair tied up in a bun, not a single strand of hair outside the top. place. Leto was right, you weren't even close to her.

"Lady Jessica, what are you doing here?" you asked when you got close to her. She swallowed hard and bowed to you.

"I was hoping to speak to you for a moment, Duchess." she replied softly.

"It's too late, we can talk tomorrow." you replied and surprisingly you weren't being venomous, it was really too late and you were exhausted.

"I do not wish to disturb you, my lady, I just want to clarify–"

"Tomorrow, Lady Jessica." you replied, feeling your head throbbing. "You should go and keep my husband company, he should already be in his quarters."

Passing by the catatonic figure, you entered your room and closed the door, leaning against it for a moment, closing your eyes and sighing heavily.

Leto's words wouldn't leave your mind anytime soon.

#writing #writers on tumblr #dune fanfiction #fem reader #leto atreides x reader angst #duke leto x reader #duke leto #leto atreides #dune fanfic #dune fic #leto atreides x reader #leto atreides x you

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in-amess · 14 days

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what happened to just messing around? pt.2

paige bueckers x oc

“You hate pomegranates?”

“I like peaches.”

“Wasn't my question, but I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

Hailey snaps her head towards Paige, trying to find out what she meant by ‘next time’. She brushes it off as a figure of speech.

Paige remains unaware of Hailey’s stare and continues to play with the cat in her lap, petting its head gently, and Hailey bites back a smile at the sight.

Hailey ignores the way Paige’s scent is starting to stain her sheets. She ignores how their time spent together is past the limit of their initial agreement. She ignores how Paige is still in her room, and brushes off the fact that it's a weekday when they agreed to meet only on weekends.

“You're staring.”

And that snaps Hailey out of her trance, “I was simply wondering why you’ve been smiling much.”

“I’m feeling happy today.”

“Because of me?” Hailey teases.

Paige doesn't say anything, but the way her eyes soften gives Hailey the answer.

“Would you like anything for breakfast?” Paige stands up and opens her cupboards, “I can cook pancakes, eggs and bacon if you’d like.”

Hailey bites her bottom lip, she knows she shouldn't stay. This is getting too intimate. Maybe she’s just overthinking. Maybe this is Paige’s farewell before she ghosts her for Lord knows how long.

“I may have to decline your offer, unfortunately.” Paige’s cat, Koi, paws its way to Hailey and begins rubbing on her shins, “Wouldn't wanna take up more of your time. I really appreciate it, though.”

Paige’s eyes soften and she breathes out a sigh, “Alright. I’ll walk you out?”

“Yeah.”

Hailey gathers her belongings and begins walking out with Paige trailing behind her.

“I’ll see you this weekend?”

“You have my number.” Paige smiles, “You took the bus?” she asks, looking over Hailey’s shoulder, searching for her car.

“I walked.”

Paige hums, “Wait here.” she goes back inside, leaving Hailey standing at her porch. Hailey twiddles with the string of her joggers. She raises her head up when she hears the jingle of keys.

“Paige, you don't have to.” Hailey says, even though she knows she’s not getting her way as hard as she tries.

“Not taking no for an answer!” Paige connects their hands and looks at Hailey with a glint in her eyes. Paige opens the passenger car door for Hailey. Hailey tucks her hair behind her ear, trying to hide the small smile forming on her lips.

Once in her seat, Paige hands Hailey her phone open on Spotify, indicating for her to choose a song.

Hailey skims through Paige’s playlists and chooses “Me & You Together Song” by The 1975.

The car ride concluded with a lot of singing and discussing the new Taylor Swift album. Paige was never a big fan of Taylor Swift, but Hailey got her into many of her songs. Paige's favourite album being 1989.

“Stay seated.” Paige tells her. Hailey watches Paige go around the car to open the car door for her with that stupid smile on her face.

“Milady,” Paige bows and Hailey can't help but slightly shove her.

“Such a gentleman.”

Paige winks at her and follows Hailey to her door. Paige puts her hands in her pockets, not knowing where else to put them. She thought about resting them on Hailey's waist but wasn't sure what her reaction would be so she went with the safer option.

Paige stops at her porch, her confident demeanor gone and all Hailey sees is a timid girl, unsure of what's to happen next.

“Thank you for giving me a ride home.”

“Anytime, Hailey. I'll see you next weekend?”

“Yeah.”

Paige gives her a small smile and slowly turns to leave. Hailey, in the moment, reaches for Paige's hand, squeezing, causing Paige to turn her head.

Hailey leans in, kissing Paige on the corner of her lips. Paige remains frozen in her spot, afraid the moment will end when she moves.

Hailey leans away, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear, “Bye.” and she swiftly closes the door, leaving Paige agape on her doorstep.

Legend says, Paige is still frozen.

#paige bueckers x female oc #paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader #wlw #lesbian #fic #paige bueckers fic

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 11 months

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Then There Was You ❤️

Summary; Eddie's ex left him heartbroken and you were there to pick up the pieces.

Eddie should be happy that Jessie is back but there's you, you who put the pieces of his broken heart back together, who made him smile on his worst days.

(This is just a lil fic to get me back into the swing of writing)

Warnings; Angst, heartache, fluff, minors dni

Likes or reblogs are much appreciated ❤️

I don't give anyone permission to copy, reuse or repost my work.

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Eddie is smiling as you wake up, his fingers gently caressing your hair as you curl into his chest.

Mornings have been like this for a while, lazy and full of sleepy kisses, affection and the urge to do nothing but lay with each other, limbs entwined as the sun rises.

It's bad though... Bad because you can't risk falling even more for Eddie than you already have.

This was just meant to be sex between the two of you, meaningless, mindblowing sex to take Eddie's mind off his heartache from his ex leaving him.

Jessie had broken Eddie's heart two months ago by calling him a loser, good for nothing and driving away with Josh Harris in tow.

"He's actually making something of his life Munson, not working in a shitty garage and being a total loser"

In truth you had never liked Jessie at any point of the almost nine months she had been dating Eddie, she was stone cold but Eddie was too lovesick to see it.

Until it was too late. Then he came to yours a few nights after you left and you both got a little bit drunk and slept together.

It was the best sex you'd ever had and before both of you knew it the two of you were meeting up every chance you could.

Most of the night was about sex but there was lots of talking too, Eddie opening up to you and you to him, a lot of laughter shared and good times.

Two months down the line and pesky feelings had took root, you were hopelessly in love with Eddie.

There was this nagging feeling though that at some point Jessie would swan right back into Eddie's life, begging for forgiveness.

As for as you knew Eddie still loved her though you were too scared to ask and hear the answer for real.

"Hey, sleepyhead. How's my girl?" my girl him saying that makes you giddy even though you tell yourself not to get your hopes too high that he feels the same.

"Hmm, too early. Need kisses" he grins and dips down to kiss you.

"With fucking pleasure milady" you giggle as his stubble tickles your neck, he stops kissing you for a second and stares at you, his expression sweet, full of tenderness.

"You're so beautiful" he sighs and those three words make your heart beat like crazy.

"Right back atcha handsome" his cheeks turn pink and he hides his face in your hair, it's so cute and the morning only gets sweeter as you stay in bed kissing and cuddling.

It's a beautiful morning, you and Eddie in your own little bubble. You should have known it wouldn't last...

❤️

"Eddie, the pasta will get cold" you giggle as he kisses you, one hand caressing your face while the other sneakily grabs your ass.

"Wanna keep kissing you princess" he pouts and you giggle leaving closer to him as your lips capture his and he sighs in contentment.

Unfortunately, as you are getting a little hot and heavy there's a knock at the door.

"Bet that is Dustin, you know he loves your pasta dinners" you grin at Eddie and rush to open the door.

It's not Dustin, no who it is makes your heart sink.

Jessie is standing outside and smiles at Eddie when she sees him, she rushes over and hugs him and he stands shockas at she kisses his cheek and apologises.

"I'm so sorry honey, what I said was out of line, I never should have left. You're my Eddie bear and I've missed you". The sight of her hugging him makes you go cold, she's back and you know Eddie must be thrilled, angry yes but thrilled she came back to him.

She turns to you.

"Oh it's you" she huffs and Eddie goes to respond but you get there first.

"I should go. Leave you two to talk" Eddie shakes his head.

"Wait, sweetheart, you don't have to go" The option is to stay and witness their reunion which will inevitably turn loved up and you don't think your heart can handle it.

"You both need to talk" you repeat and grab your jacket, hiding your tears until your out the door.

Jessie is back and Eddie will be so happy, the tears fall down quickly and you wipe them away, hurrying to your car and heading home.

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The next night Robin takes you to The Hideout and you're trying your very best to not fall apart, she knows all about Eddie and has spent the last ten minutes glaring at him.

Unbeknownst to you he's spent the last twenty sneaking glances at you and longing looks but Robin is too irate to notice that.

"It's fine Robin, I knew it was a no strings attached gig" she huffs.

"You're heartbroken so it wasn't that for you was it? You get tossed aside because the bitch is back" at this point Eddie walks up to you and Robin looks set to cuss him out so you manoeuvre Eddie away from her wrath.

"Hey," he runs his hand through his hair.

"I didn't expect her to come back," he tells you honestly and you know that's true but it's always been an eventuality that you knew could happen, that you dreaded.

"I bet you're happy though, deep down. Sure she apologised and stuff" he sighs.

"She did, wanted to pick things up where they left off. I... I slept on the couch and have had barely any sleep, just a lot of shit rattling in my mind"

Eddie looks pained at that moment, reaching out to you but looking so unsure of what to say so you decide to just cut to the chase.

"Look, It's okay, I always knew she would come back Eddie, this was just fun right?" you try to portray that you're aloof and that your heart isn't breaking but the emotions threaten to spill over.

"Right..." Eddie murmurs and you smile, it feels so fake and you wonder if he can see right through it but Jessie is soon beside Eddie and it hurts your already sore heart.

"Eddie, your friend is here again" she sounds so unenthused and you would love nothing more than to tell her a few home truths but you can't get the words out.

"I'll see you around Munson" You smile weakly and he swallows, big brown eyes gazing at you, full of many emotions, something you can't place.

"See you around? Maybe tomorrow we could... You cut him off as Jessie glares at him, hanging off his arm like a limpet.

"I'll probably be busy for a little while, work is hectic so maybe in a couple of weeks or something?"

"Weeks" he mumbles and you think you hear pain in his voice but dismiss it. You were just a fuck buddy nothing more, you were just getting your hopes up for nothing.

"Goodbye Eddie," you tell him and gently kiss his cheek. You feel his eyes on you as you go and resist every urge to look back at him.

Once you're gone Eddie feels a hollowness in his chest, like someone carved out his heart and stomped on it.

Jessie is fluttering around him and he stares at her feeling fury build inside of him.

"Why are you here?" she stops talking at that moment and looks at him stunned.

"Excuse me?" she demands.

"Why are you here? You swan back into my life like you didn't decide the grass was greener on fucking Josh Harris's side, like you didn't call me a loser and shit. Make me feel like nothing"

She looks lost for words, mouthing wordlessly.

"It was a mistake" he snorts.

"After two months you realise it was a mistake? What shit didn't work out with Josh so Eddie is a good ol back up huh?" her guilty expression gives it away.

"Unbelievable. I'm right aren't I?" she bites her lip.

"Come on Eddie. I apologised, I still love you" he shakes his head, no she loves that he was smitten for her, that she thought he would be easily manipulated.

"No, you don't, I loved you once yeah but it doesn't compare even a fraction to what I feel for... His eyes widen and her expression turns thunderous.

"For who? Yn? Are you fucking kidding me?" her anger makes him even more annoyed.

"You have no right to be pissed. You left and she was amazing, fucking amazing, at first it was just casual, just sex between us but I spent more time with her and yeah I fell in love with her, I love her" It's the first time he's said it out loud and it feels so good to let out.

"I love her," he says again and smiles then immediately face palms. Shit! He loved you bit he had no idea how you felt, you said it was just casual but he knows you so well, you were hiding your emotions.

Because you thought he still loved Jessie, he groans and turns to Jessie, her hand is on her hips and she looks pissed.

"I love her. You left and let's face it, we were never a good match anyway were we? We're done, Jessie, for good. Go find some other poor dickhead to make your bitch instead yeah?" he leaves her standing there and is determined to see you.

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The urge to find Jessie and cuss her out for hurting Eddie is strong, however you tamper that down with some ice cream and a cocktail.

Eddie was a big boy, if he wanted to give Jessie another chance then it was up to him, even though it was killing you inside you would just have to deal with it.

Move on... the despair threatens to overwhelm you again so you decide to watch a movie, not a rom com, something spooky and scary, it occurs to you tonight would be movie night for you and Eddie and it sours your mood again.

Robin insisted you tell him how you feel but you didn't see what good that would do. It would just make Eddie more confused than he already was.

Lightning flashes in the sky, thunder rumbles as rain pelts down on the windows outside, and the storm threatening to hit Hawkins had finally begun.

Listening to the rain was calming to you, in fact, you had almost nodded off when the lights began to flicker erratically before going out completely.

You sure hoped you could find some candles stat, just as you were in the process of lighting a bunch of them your doorbell rings.

Probably Robin.

"Robin? Did you forget your keys again?" you open the door and Eddie is standing soaked to the bone, holding a now extinguished candle.

"Uh, the storm is crazy huh?" you pull him inside, filled with worry.

"You'll catch your death out there Eddie. Could have waited until morning to come you know?" he shakes his head.

"This couldn't wait. I had to see you" he shrugs of his jacket and places the candle on the table.

"Where's Jessie?" you ask even know you're not sure if you even want to know.

He shrugs. ''Don't know, don't care princess" his attitude makes you do a double take.

"I don't understand. This is what you wanted for her to come back? You love her?" his attitude was confusing you, why wasn't he happy.

"I did want her to come back. For a little while it's all I wanted. Then it faded and she came back, you think I would be happy but I'm not because it's been a day and I've barely seen you and I'm going crazy"

He strokes your cheek and you lean into him, hope filling your chest.

"All the time with Jessie and I've never felt a fraction for her or any woman the way I feel about you"

His eyes are shining brightly, full of...love.

"Eddie?" he kisses your forehead and you can feel your heart race.

"I don't want Jessie, haven't for a long time. I've fallen in love with you, head over heels in love with you princess"

His lips meet yours, he kisses you deeply, thumb stroking your cheek. "I love you" he repeats and you can't help the tears that fall down your cheeks, happy tears.

"Oh, I love you too Eddie. I've been wanting to say for a while but then Jessie came back and I thought I'd lost my chance" he kisses you again.

"I should have told you sooner sweetheart. Every day waking up to you in my arms is something I love more than anything, I love you"

His forehead rests against yours and he holds you close.

"Kinda spooky outside huh princess? Might need extra cuddles tonight?" you giggle and wrap your arms around him.

You know full well he loves storms and have caught him outside without a care in the world.

"Mmm, I love you, Eddie" he takes your hand leading you to your room where you make love all night long.

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Jessie was long gone within a few days, she announced she was too good for Hawkins and went off with Josh yet again.

Not that you and Eddie noticed, it was Robin and Nancy who told you the whole story, you had kinda been busy lavishing in the love bubble you and Eddie were in.

You didn't expect to fall in love with Eddie or any of this to happen but you're so happy that it did.

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine

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