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lina-lovebug · 1 year

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You Are Mine

Na'vi! Quaritch x fem! Na'vi! Reader

All sentences in italics are the Na'vi language.

Background: Reader was kidnapped along with the kids and is Neytiri older sister. Quaritch wouldn't let her escape and became his direct line into the world of Pandora.

You still couldn't believe it. That monster, that bastard, was somehow alive. And when he dared to lay hands on the kids, you made sure he would have a reminder of what pain he would experience the next time that happened.

You bit his neck. Hard.

"You do this with all your partners, sweetheart?" Quaritch smirked at you, the blood gone but the marks of your fangs still scarred onto his skin.

I hissed in retaliation, a reminder that I was not to be tamed.

"Leave her alone!" Spider hissed, protective over his aunt. You adored Spider and saw him as your son.

I never got the chance to make a bond. Despite my parents' best efforts to pair me with Tsu'tey, you wanted to bond for the sake of love and trust. And I knew well that Tsu'tey did not love me, so I was seen as a lone Na'vi.

"Do they hurt?" Spider questioned, referring to the restraints on my wrists and ankles.

"I am fine, do not worry about me. Besides, this sky bastard would not know a woman's touch if it was shoved up his ass," I smirked and Spider laughed.

"What? What's so damn funny?" Quaritch questioned.

"Stupid oaf," I giggled, knowing he couldn't understand shit.

"It was nothing," Spider insisted.

"Tch," He walked away, leaving you and Spider.

Quaritch hated to admit it, but you were a damn beauty. He remembered you vaguely from his human memories, seeing you land on his ship and fire two arrows straight at two pilots. The fear he felt knowing you could have pulled out one more and struck him, but didn't and left. A fierce Na'vi warrior who was strong and willing to kill for her people, plus the looks were an added bonus.

"What do we know about her?"

"Her name is (Y/N), she's the daughter of the previous leader of the Omaticaya, Eytucan and the Tsahik, Mo'at. Her mother and sister, Neytiri, are her only living relatives-"

"So she's Mrs. Sullys' sister?" Quaritch chuckled and looked back at you, who was staring out at the forest.

He could have guessed, judging by the similar faces, but you were taller and much more. . .up close than Neytiri. Sure, Neytiri literally got the closest you can be by killing him, but you were his captive.

Meaning he could get information from you.

"So you are Neytiris' sister. Could have guessed from the mark you gave me," Quaritch approached me in my cell, shutting the door behind him. My tail flicked, in tune with my nerves, as I only stared at him.

"Much prettier, I will admit," He sat down next to me, to which I scooted away and kept a sharp gaze on him.

And did not respond.

"So sorry about your father. My condolences. I did not mean to cause such harm," My chest rose higher, feeling angry that he thought he could even speak of my father.

But still, I stayed silent.

"You're pretty close with my son. Did you raise him?" He crossed his arms together, but my eyes traveled to his neck. When his comrades tore me away, my fangs dragged and tore the skin open.

"Do you even speak Engli-"

"Your language was too easy for me. It shows just how intelligent your species are," I responded in perfect English.

"Why tha-"

"It was not a compliment," I cut him off, my stare deadly and my lips in a firm line.

"And Spider is not your son," I knew Spider, and he was the kindest soul. He wanted so badly to be Na'vi, but he had a human body. It did not discourage him and that is why I was proud to call him my own.

"So you did raise him then. You taught him the language?"

"Rather mine than yours," I retorted.

"I'll take that as a yes. Look, I'm hopeless with this stuff, and in order to better connect with him," He got closer.

"I would like you to teach me. I want to bond with him - the way we were meant to. Could you help me with that, sweetheart?" His hand went to grab my hair, and my hands went to grab his wrist and restrain him.

But he did so to me.

My shackled hands fell against the wall, and he stared down at me. His hand grabbed my chains and pushed them upwards, against the wall.

I hissed, bearing my fangs but all he did was chuckle.

"I can do this all day, sweetheart. I won't let them torture you, as a thank you for raising my son, but," He moved his face closer to my own.

"Don't think for a second that you're getting out of here."

It had been three months and he still spoke like a baby.

"Nari!"

"Narni."

"No!" My hand went up to smack his forehead and he grabbed my wrist, frustrated.

"This is stupid. I'm clearly saying it right!"

"No, you are not," I expressed. We had these lessons twice a day in my prison, and as a reward, he would let me out for a day. I still had my ankle shackles on but it felt nice to move around.

"As much as I would love to agree and get you out of my sight-"

"Aw c'mon, sweetheart, you don't mean that," He expressed, his hand still around my wrist.

"I ain't that bad to look at," And his teeth grazed my wrist, over my veins and his eyes. . .oh great mother, his eyes looked at me in such a way only mated pairs should.

"You-You-"

"Cat got your tongue?"

"Tch," I tore my wrist away, "your behavior is very inappropriate. Only mated pairs should look at each other like that."

"Mated pairs?" I sighed at his question.

"When a woman chooses her man, and he in return, they then bond and become Mated for life," It was a simple yet perfect way of life. That is all you wished for yourself and any other Na'vi.

"You don't fool around? Have a taste of anyone else?"

"Your culture seems to think that is all love is, but you are wrong. You know when you have found your mate, and it is like no other feeling. You will do anything for your mate and your children. Na'vi women are noted to become feral when their child is in danger and are considered the most dangerous creature," You saw now Neytiri loved her children and even when they had the smallest scratch, she became so protective of them.

"How do you guys mate? Just attach your braid things?" He was genuinely curious and it made me smile, but not enough for him to notice.

"Guess you're a happy woman then," He was a bit bummed, as you were beautiful, and your spirit is strong.

"I am not mated. Many men were killed the last you were here," I admitted, the fall of my people still bringing a light mist to my eyes. Many friends, and even my own father - all lost but never forgotten. They were all with Eywa now.

"You have sex," I stated bluntly, "and you share your memories."

"Hmm. . .good to know," I watched as he got up and made his way to the door.

"Oh, and (Y/N)? I was checking your pulse. You do find me attractive," He chuckled, leaving as I recalled his fangs grazing over my veins and my cheeks flared.

"As if, you bastard!"

"Can you look away?"

"And let you escape? I'm not that fucking stupid."

I rolled my eyes at my captors, who were allowing me to bathe in the natural spring waters because I did not like their mechanical baths.

I moved further into the water, making sure my body was covered. Only my eyes were up above as I moved behind the waterfall, and I caught Miles Quaritchs gaze as I disappeared.

The cool water brought a smile to my face as I bathed, using soap we made from the land and relishing in the cleanliness.

"Having fun?"

I gasped, dipping back down into the water as I saw Miles Quaritch move his body into the waterfall, his shirt off.

"Don't worry, I covered my eyes, sweetheart. Just making sure you aren't running away," He said, averting his gaze.

But mine lingered.

It was shameful, for sure, but my eyes lingered on the water droplets that traveled over every muscle of his chest.

"Why did you hate us?" I asked quietly, and he looked at me.

"Why did you come here?" And kill so many.

He let out a sigh of sadness, like he himself did not know.

"I know my memories say that it was for money. I could see through his eyes that all he saw were disgusting creatures in the way of his goals," He seemed ashamed, like he didn't want to be that man but his memories and name force him to remain that same person.

"Do you hate me?" I asked, my body fully out of the water but his eyes did not trail my body. His eyes remained on mine, and his gentle hand came up to my chin.

"Never, sweetheart."

I knew I was in deep trouble. The many times Miles Quaritch came to visit me, and the many times I got to know him - he was a changed man. I could see it in his spirit. He came to adore my planet and our ways, but those around him would not allow him to fully embrace it. It would mean he would abandon his mission, and they would kill him for it.

Which is why I was unsure of my own heart.

I was his prisoner. I was his captive, and yet I felt my heart race anytime he looked at me.

Neytiri would be disappointed in me.

Father would be disappointed in me.

Mother would not be able to stand the sight of me.

Which is why I was crying.

It was late and all were asleep, so I sat in my corner and wept. I had fallen for such a cruel man who killed hundreds of my people, and why? Why did I choose him? Because he might have changed? I did not understand.

"(Y/N)? Are you crying?" Once I heard his hushed voice, I wiped my tears away. The lights remained off, but we could see each other as our bodies gave off the bioluminescent glow.

"Go away, Quaritch."

"If you need anything, you can ask-"

"I do not want anything from you. I want to go home," I hissed, trying to move the focus from my tears.

"I. . .you know I can't let you do that," He sighed, conflicted with himself.

"I do not understand," I whispered, and he grabbed my chin and had me look up at him.

"Understand what?"

"My heart," I admitted, "it wages war with itself."

"Why?"

"You have a strong spirit and a kind heart, and you are not the same man you were once were. . .but I do not understand why my own heart is intertwined with yours," I confessed, and his hand on my chin relaxed and he looked shocked.

"Neytiri will hate me," The thought of my own sister shaming me and looking at me with great hatred made me hate myself.

"Don't say that."

"As much as I yearn for you, that does not erase the things you have done," He held me against him as I wept. My nails dug so deep into the fabric of his shirt that it left holes.

"I wish I stayed dead," He admitted.

"Then maybe I wouldn't see so many Na'vi who despise me. I wouldn't fear death every time I saw an arrow. . .but if I stayed dead, I never would have gotten to know you, sweetheart," He confessed, holding my face in his hands.

There did not need to be any other words as he leaned down and captured my lips in his. In this moment, I did not think of how my people would hate me or that my own mother would not love me. I only thought of his soft lips against mine, and how he felt absolutely perfect to me.

#avatar the way of water #the way of water #colonel quaritch #quaritch x reader #avatar imagine #avatar the way of water imagine #miles quaritch

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plasticferal · 5 months

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what you want | chris sturniolo.

authors notes: okay i had fun with this one. longer read, finally smut with the love of my life.

warnings: mentions choking, kinda dom!chris but we know he can switch, explicit language, cunnilingus.

you and chris have a complicated relationship. you’re untouchable to him, and as enticing as he is, you enjoy the chase more than the prize. you don’t want to ruin your delusions by giving into him, giving into what you want.

he’s taken it as a challenge, and in his mind you’re already his. he’s made that very clear. the more you push him away the more he wants, so showing up to a house party you explicitly told him you weren’t interested in, is the perfect way to push him over the edge.

you swing the unlocked door open to the all too familiar house. music was blasting from the other side, only getting louder the moment you walk in. bodies move around you with red solo cups in their hand, people were making out in the hallway up the stairs, and eyes glanced up and down your body, making you hyper aware of your short black skirt.

with a sway of your hips as you stroll into the living space, your eyes lock with chris. you watch a smirk grow on his face, licking his lips slowly, and undressing you with his eyes. he’s leaning against the kitchen counter, ankles crossed and one hand gripping the marble. he pushes himself up, and bee-lines for you.

“you made it,” he speaks deeply, sauntering closer to you, snaking an arm around your waist. you grabbed his arm, dropping it quickly.

“yeah, i wanted to see your brothers,” you smile, sickenly sweet, voice laced with sarcasm. he huffs a laugh, rolling his neck.

“not funny,” he replies.

“i thought it was,” you shrug one shoulder and nudge past him, re-directing your route.

“grab me something to drink?” he shouts. you turn on your heels while you walk backward toward the fridge, scrunching an eyebrow.

“come and get it yourself,” you match his tone, earning mumbles and laughs from the house party guests manoeuvring around the kitchen.

“gladly,” not caring about the attention on you two, and he follows you like a puppy.

you pull open the fridge and bring out a cold drink, closing it to see chris leaning a shoulder on the other door.

“you look good” he speaks, unprompted. staring you up and down again.

“i know” you twist the top off, bringing the glass bottle to your lips. he rolls his eyes.

“can i taste some?” he nods toward your drink. you swallow your sip, narrowing your eyes at him.

“come here,” you tempt, holding your drink out, just far enough, but he can’t reach it.

“y’gotta make me work for it?” he asks, shoving one hand into his pant pocket.

“have i ever made anything easy for you?” you grin. he gives a half suppressed laugh, taking the bottle from your hand. he hums after his gulp, wiping his mouth with his thumb.

“it’s nice. you know what would taste better, though?” he speaks as he passes the bottle back to you. you give him a bounce of your eyebrows as if to say ‘keep talking’.

“you.” he finishes. you fake laugh.

“who’s the funny one, now?” you tease.

“it’s always been me, sweetheart,” he winks, earning an eyeroll from you and turning your back on him again.

“where you goin, ma?” he’s hot on your heels, needing to follow the scent of your perfume like a lion to its prey, it drives him crazy.

“your room. i wanna change into a hoodie, something comfortable,” you speak while walking, hoping he can hear you. he’s keeping up, not caring if he’s pushing or shoving past anyone in his way.

to be fair, it’s a lot colder in the house than outside, despite the crowd. really, you just need an excuse to have him linger around you.

you walk and sip your drink, pacing down the stairs before you reach the serenity and contrasting quiet of his room. it’s hidden away from the chaos, and no one’s around now, making hearing him so much easier.

“do you always have to steal mine?” he sounds more enthusiastic about what he says than upset, but yet again he always does when he’s talking to you.

“mhm,” you hum a smile while sipping your drink, pushing his bedroom door open.

“weren’t planning on guests, huh” you mumble, looking around the room that’s in disarray. despite the fact he barely sleeps in his own bed, it’s still a mess. you didn’t expect anything less though.

chris leans both his arms up above his head on the door frame, forcing his hoodie to raise up, revealing the band of his branded boxers and tanned skin that cuts sharp to his waist.

you avoid staring, as much as you want to.

“if i knew you’d be in my room tonight i would have tidied up,” he grins obnoxiously, and you bite your smile back.

finally managing to find a fresh love hoodie that wasn’t tossed or in a dirty wash pile, you set your drink down on his desk. you bring your hands to bottom of your way too tight, kinda itchy, short sleeve shirt, beginning to pull it up but then pausing noticing chris’ stare.

“what, i can’t watch?” he plays dumb, tilting his head and pouting his bottom lip slightly.

“turn around,” you order, using your finger to point to the empty space he should be staring at behind him.

“what if i say please?” he takes half a step into the room before you snap at him again.

“christopher,”

“fine okay,” he whines, turning to face the wall behind him. you watch as he plants his feet, impatiently tilts his head back and forth and fold his arms over his chest.

you pull your shirt off and begin to slide on his hoodie through your arms, then stop in your tracks.

as much you love the fact he’s taking your orders, him finding it hard to resist you makes you rethink. it’s the perfect time to lean into torturing him. just a little.

“actually, chris?” you ask, tone endearing, inviting him to turn around.

“yea-woah,” he elongates his words, stopping suddenly when he turns to face you, being stunned at the sight of you in just your bra and skirt.

“can you find me a different hoodie? i don’t think this one matches my outfit,” you lean your heap out, which makes your ass pop, having one hand on your hip.

“mmm, i think i like this look on you better,” he slowly steps into the room. you ignore him.

“i like the hoodie you’re wearing. can i have it?” you toss the one you’re holding and step closer to him, putting your hands on the bottom of his attire and begin to pull it up. he grabs your wrists, and you’re taken aback by his sharp movement.

“you can have whatever you want from me, y/n,” he then raises his arms, letting you slowly pull the black hoodie over his head, and he’s not wearing a shirt underneath. he shakes his hair, fixing it, and you can’t help but look down his body.

of course he notices, and he’s happy to let you look. more than happy actually. you can see now that the hoodie isn’t hanging past his waist, that his pants are tightening around his cock. the subtle form of his dick pressing against his pants is enough to make you feel hot.

you turn away from him, beginning to put the hoodie over your head when he stops you by pressing his palm to your lower back. he’s towering over your shoulder from behind, and you can smell his cologne strongly. his bare chest brushes your half naked back, and you feel your entire body chill, a contrast to how warm his skin is.

“what else do you want, y/n?” his voice is a low, husky growl in your ear. it makes your breath hitch.

there was only so far you could go with a chase. you wanted the catch now, and he was bait waiting patiently, desperate to be caught. no better time like the present, you think to yourself.

you turn around to face him, chests brushing each other. you look up at him and he tilts his head slightly, absorbing every detail of your face. it’s the first time you’ve felt insecure, and truly exposed around him. he slides the cold tips of his fingers up your arm, over the hill of your shoulder and collar bone, then up your neck, making your knees week.

he uses his thumb and index finger to cup your jawline, giving a squeeze and forcing your head to look up even more, holding eye contact.

“use your words,” he orders.

“i want you.” you’re direct. he knows what you want, just needed to hear you say it.

chris crashes his lips onto yours, his lips are like silk pillows. gentle, but the kiss itself is rough and needy. he slides his tongue between your teeth and let’s it fight with your own, moaning into the kiss. his grip tightens on your throat, forcing you on your tippy toes and grabbing at his chest for support. he pulls away, strands of salvia pulling your lips and he wipes them with this thumb.

“where do you want me, hm?” he asks, loosening his grip and pulling your neck to the side.

he gives himself full access to plant kisses behind your ear and across your skin, near your bra straps. you can’t even think straight.

without using your words, you take his hand from your throat and slide it down your body, past your chest, past your ribs and waist and finally you push his hand between your legs, pressing his fingers hard against your cunt.

“shit, wet already. i haven’t even touched you yet,” he has a jump of amusement in his words.

“then hurry up before i change my mind.” you hold your eye contact with him and you watch as he slowly runs his tongue across his lower lip. he nods, more to himself, like he’s just agreed with his own thoughts.

he moves his hand from between your legs, curling it around your waist then under your ass. he uses both his hands to hike you up, and you wrap yourself around him. he kicks the door closed behind him and throws you on the bed.

chris crawls over you, and you dance your nails across his chest.

“do you know how long i’ve been thinking about this moment?” he asks, leaning down and connecting your lips again.

you grab his hair from behind, pulling the kiss deeper. you both moan into each others mouths, and his hand reaches for your throat again. his touch his gentle though, just kind of resting his hand there.

“i wanna take this off,” he tugs at your skirt with his free hand, pulling away from the kiss and both of your chests are rising and falling rapidly. his lips are hovering over yours and you can’t help but reach up and connect the kiss again. he pulls his face back slightly and you furrow your brows.

“i need you to agree with me, sweetheart” chris says, and you nod your head, giving him the green light to tear your skirt off. it becomes so real when he’s asking for permission instead of just messing around.

he only needs one hand to slide it off your body, and you raise your hips to help shuffle out of it. your panty line touches his lower stomach, and you feel his now hard cock press into your skin.

“chris, take them off,” you tug at the waistband of his pants.

“whatever you say,” and you chuckle at his response.

he shuffles them down, managing to kick them off the lower half of his body. your mouth is almost watering at the sight of how hard he is, pre-cum drenching the grey fabric.

chris has his hands planted either side of your head, and you lay gazing up at him. the look that his icy blue eyes give you is hypnotic.

“you know what i want, y/n?” the slight strain in his voice makes you want to pull him to you.

“what do you want, chris?” your tone is soft and airy, and it makes his cock twitch.

“i wanna hear you scream my name,” he plants a kiss to your collar bone. “i want you to cry out for me,” he kisses your stomach. “i wanna make you cum on my face” he kisses your pelvic bone.

he looks up at you from your crotch, his hands intertwining with yours by your sides. he takes your panties between his teeth and drags them down to your thighs.

chris dives between your heat and with an open mouth, sucking hard. his tongue is pressed hard against your clit and swirls circles around, making your body jolt and fuck into his face hard. he growls into your skin, eating you out like he’s been starved for a decade. you release your hands from his and dig your nails into his shoulders. you quite literally think you’re about to draw blood with the pressure you’re using.

“fuck, o-oh, chris,” you pant.

“m’god you taste so good,” he mumbles into your cunt, licking up your folds and circling, wiping his mouth and then going straight back in.

he takes two of his fingers and presses them against your entrance. he spits hard, and you gasp.

“sh-shit,” you roll your head back and flutter your eyes closed. he pushes his ring and index finger into you and curls upward, hitting your walls. he fucks his fingers back and forth into you while continuing to stimulate you with his tongue.

he hits a spot on your clit that almost makes you shatter then and there.

“right there right there right there” you plea, squeezing his hair in your fist. your legs are shaking and thighs are squeezing his head.

chris wraps his free hand up behind the back of your knee, so you’re like a vine wrapped around his arm. he pulls you so you’re tight around his face and grinding into his mouth.

“g-god i’m s’close,” you exhale, neck straining into the pillow. chris hums against your heat and the bed underneath you is drenched, a mix of your juices and his saliva.

his fingers curl and thrust and the sounds are so loud. the moans parting your lips are making chris rub into the quilt underneath with his dick. you’re convinced he could make himself cum from hearing you alone, with how dire his need is for friction.

your stomach knots and heat rises across your body. you thrust your hips up and chris’ face follows, gluing himself to you, pulling you close.

“i wanna hear you, pretty girl. say my name,” he’s catching his breath between his words before working on you again.

“chris oh my god, fuck, FUCK,” you scream out, pulling so hard on his hair you’re not sure how you didn’t pull any out.

your climax build up so fast that you feel you’re about to black out, chris moans into you and finally pulls away to let you cum. you’re shaking and clawing at any surface you can, the bed sheets, his skin, yourself.

opening your eyes finally you watch as he licks you up hard and slow one more time, and you twitch with shock. and his face is a glistening mess. his fingers slide out of your pussy and he brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean.

“holy shit,” you’re struggling to regain your train of thought, and chris is crawling back up your body. he drops beside you with a hand on your waist, turning you so you’re both lying facing each other.

“that’s a sight i could get used to,” he presses your lips together again, and you’re both covered in a thin layer of sweat, tasting it on your lips.

“that’s a feeling i could get used to,” you agree, and for once, you’re on the same page.

“now chris,” you speak, shifting onto his lap.

“yeah?” he traces his eyes over your body, hands on your thigh, looking up at you.

“what else do you want?” you mimic his actions, kissing his chest, down his torso, to his very subtle snail trail and hips. you feel his hips roll, and know he’s dying to break free of his boxers.

he stops you from getting too far down and grabs your cheeks between his grip, making you look at him again.

“i wanna fuck that pretty mouth,” he states, watching a satisfied smile grow on your face.

“how bad do you want it?” you tease.

“so bad, y/n,”

the moment you hook your fingers onto his waist band is the moment a pounding knock at his bedroom door is heard. you both audibly groan and you roll off of him, flailing onto the mattress.

chris jumps off the bed and adjusts himself in his boxers, wincing as he does. you can only assume how much built up pressure there is that he’s waiting to release.

“what?” he opens the door just a crack, so only his head is peaking out. you hear matt’s voice on the other side and he’s begging chris to come back up to the party. which you had forgotten about by this point.

“alright alright, i’ll come up.” you hear chris’s frustrated tone snap back. he slams the door shut and scratches his head, sauntering back over to the bed. you support yourself on your elbows and watch him walk back.

“you’re going back upstairs?” you piece his sentence and actions together.

“fuck no, come here.”

needless to say your relationship has become a lot more complicated. maybe it’s less of a what you both want, but what you need.

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo oneshot #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo fic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets

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patroclusdefencesquad · 2 months

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top five iconic Damen moments go. If there’s too many give me top ten. This is urgent scientific research.

oh my god you are so lucky i have a long train journey today so here we go, in no particular order because hell if that is possible :

when he threw a mf broadsword. a sword that is meant to be swung with two hands (!!). and he just casually yeeted it from the back of a horse. into a guy who was about to kill his enemy who wasn't even his lover yet

kingsmeet. kingsmeet was the Pinnacle of the man. he broke his country's most sacred rules without even fucking hesitating out of sheer rage and love at what had been done to laurent get this man fucking husband of the year

obviously it has to be "i speak your language better than you speak mine, sweetheart" no man has ever been so stupid and yet so sexy

every moment in book three where he's like "did i fucking stutter."

"damen rose from the throne, and put his hand to the gold brooch at his shoulder. his garment dropped, and the crowd roared their approval" cock out and thriving. king

when he chose laurent he literally chose laurent over his kingdom he was prepared to sacrifice it all for him this MAN

when he was screaming crying throwing up at having to tell laurent who he was and laurent was just like "i know." sksjsks you dumb fucking bitch OF COURSE HE KNEW everything you now know about this man and you think he doesn't know the man who killed his brother god i love you how can a man be so smart and yet so. so

"i think if i gave you my heart, you would treat it tenderly" sobbing. literally sobbing on a train. he's so sweet he's so gentle he loves laurent so much. he's so. so. also that scene where he tells laurent if auguste hadn't died he still would have courted him. once he starts loving laurent he literally cannot conceive of a world where he does not love him i'm crying

he's beefy. it's not an iconic moment it's just his natural state of being but it's iconic to ME. his arms could hold me so good. his tits are as big as his heart. his ass? bouncing. his thighs? could crush me and i'd welcome it

his dimple :')

there we go it started out as a list of iconic damen moments it ended as me rambling about everything i love about him what can i say he lives in my head rent free i'll never find a man like him

#he literally has it all #smart but dumb. beefy. strong. gentle. protective. sweet. he represses his trauma so there's an 'i can fix him' vibe about him #to quote a tag on my previous post #he fucks he fights he flings insults #he's everything to me #i remember i did a whole rant in some tags once about my love for him i need to find that again #captive prince

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miyaur · 10 months

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"little things they do that let you know they're saying ily" ♡

synopsis. scenarios or headcannons of mine about what they do to say ily, or u can see this as relationship hcs smh smh

warnings. none, other than kissing (ew)

author's note. im alive?!?! and posting?!?! woahh (send requests plss), yes i wrote everyone their own little paragraph. HELP ME THIS ALSO LOOKS LIKE THEIR LOVE LANGUAGES :( (it is basically)

pairings: most hsr characters x gn!reader (seperately:p, except bailu, hook, clara, yukong, and yanqing because i got lazy ><)

arlan acts out his love by his actions. constantly mentions and talks about that one quote that 'actions are louder than words.' and so they are! he always tries to yk, make you remember you feel loved. would like to just bring you around with him, or even vice versa, like i said before he doesn't seem too sociable, and usually just talking to people other than asta for business purposes, yet that differs when you help introduce him to other people.

tbh he'd probably like dates at home more than going out. like cuddling by the fireplace, just both of you covered in a blanket together cuddling near the warm fireplace like damn!

asta, oh this sweetheart!! she'd try to tell you with her words, all the time, that you are what she loves so much, and dearly!! the words 'i love you' are always constantly being said to you! and honestly she's just the kind of person to hold your hands, and put it on her chest, and tell you that she loves you to the moon and back. she just wants you to always know the way she loves you, is unlimited, and never ending. she wants you to always know that.

cmon, she would obviously stargaze with you for dates.. every weekend you both go out. to stargaze.

blade shows his love with his actions, i know he can't communicate that well with you, thinks its even luck finally on his side that you got with him, that you liked him back. that you loved him? just.. wow. you know? anyways, i just see him being the type to pull you in a little closer when his arm is around your waist, and you say something he agrees with! he's very touch starved, but that doesn't mean he can't be the one initiating the cuddles and shit!!!

just prefers dates at home, likes it when it's only the both of you that see each other in that moment. just likes it better yk?

bronya is the kind of woman to show it through gifts, and her words of praise? maybe an honest mix of everything? she's just really new to all of this so.. maybe just tries to give you everything she can. even if she doesn't always has time, she'll always be calling, texting, and sending gifts to you, even if you both are planets apart, she'll be constantly making sure you're okay with video calls and etc. besides, she's gonna miss you too much if she doesn't!

"hey hon.. it's like 2am.. is something up? anything bad that happened?" you asked bronya, as you look outside your window to see a dark sky, the moon covered by clouds. "i-- i'm sorry.. i just called to hear your voice. nothing bad happened.. i just really missed you." she says, while rubbing the back of her neck. "oh.. okay."

dan heng just that guy to be always giving his time to you. as much as he can, he'll bring you wherever he goes. as long as you want to too, but he always hopes that you do want too, because he isn't always gonna be on his phone to call or text you. so he thought it'd be easier to just bring you with him. and he'd put his life on the line just to protect you, so basically thinks you'll be fine travelling with him. but even if you don't wanna, he doesn't mind just waiting on the astral express with you and himeko..

similar to march 7th, he'd fill jars of little strips of paper of just compliments he's used on you before, or even square-ish paper filled with little doodles of you, or the both of you

fu xuan wants to show you she loves you with gifts, and her words. she speaks really fancy so she's gonna be using big words to describe how she loves you. or how exquisite you are. or how graceful you are when you fend off enemies. she thinks you're perfect, and deserving of the world. and she'll try her best to give 'the world' to you. honestly just seems like the type to whisper corny shit while you're sleeping. like 'i can't believe you're mine, and in my arms out of so many.'

would also stargaze, knows exactly when meteor showers will be, she's very factual when she talks about shooting stars, or meteors that pass by that look like shooting stars. she'll be busy ranting about how people think meteors that pass by are shooting stars, because no it isn't-- why does she feel soft lips on hers..? oh! you shut her up.. with a.. kiss.. now you got her cheeks red.

gepard likes to gift you little trinkets he finds around belobog or whatever planet. but he also would wanna gift his time as his best present to you. probably sets up the most romantic dates ever, with the help of serval of course! always asks big sis serval if this is good enough for you, or if you'll like this and that. seeing her little brother so in love makes her laugh a little too, but she's always more than happy to help.

tries to learn how march 7th did those little paper stars she gave to serval, has asked millions of times, so you decide to help him with the paper stars, not knowing he was learning for you..

herta.. would literally give you the world. but in all honesty she'd give words of praise, and i mean genuine words of praise. receiving real praise from THE herta?! and being her lover?! wow!! she doesn't really know what it means to love, and you probably would be her first, yet, she feels like you both have been in a relationship since forever. it kind of shocks her, sure she's seen, heck she's probably studied relationship for you to be with her! and it's nothing what she thought it'd be, never really.. prepared for the whole.. 'butterflies in your stomach' feeling..? the little warm tingly feeling, it really shocks her, but.. i guess in a good way.

would play cards against you, even thought she could very easily win against you, she doesn't, she lets you win most of the time, because she loves your expression when you win against her <3

himekooo!! oh himekoo <33 such a sweetheart!! i just know she's very good with her words! uses that to her advantage. takes every chance she can to fluster you! thinks whenever you cover your face with the palms of your hands all cuz she said a corny pickup line to you, she's in love with that!! she's all for it actually! lives for you being all flustered. she also remembers little things about you, little and big details. knows how you like your coffee, or if you like stuff like soda, etc.!!! it's just basic knowledge to her, like also what you're allergic to.

as soon as you come home, tea is ready for you, the bed is made, your favorite movie is on, fresh roses are in the pretty vase she gifted you before you both started dating. she just knows how you like everything, and is waiting for you with your favorite snack. ahh

jing yuan?? hmm.. i kind of see him as a mix of everything, like he'd give gifts very often, and his attention will be on you 24/7 too. and if you tell me and say he wouldn't be so smooth with his words.. like come on. there's so much i wanna say abt this cutie patootie. but yk.. if your gaze seems to last too long on a certain item while you both are walking around thoughh.. just know you'll be getting it that night later on, or even right now! and is another flirty sweetheart who lives for his s/o being flustered as hell!! that's srsly all i can say ykyk?!!?

"but i just need to finish this one stack of paperwork and i'll be free the rest of the week!--" you exclaim as jing yuan protests silently by carrying you up the stairs to your shared bedroom bridal style. "but i need you to cuddle me tonight though, besides, it is due in 2 weeks! just 1 break honey.." he says placing you down onto the bed, "fine fine.." you say as jing yuan jumps into bed onto your chest

kafka is another sweetie pie who's real flirty1!1!!!! and live laugh loves physical touch like ngl she always will be having her arm around your waist whenever she can! pickup line nerd, like i just know she knows every corny pickup line in existence. and lives for your flustered expression too! and would definitely shower you in kisses when she has the time!! 'oh honey.. you know i had such a day at workk..' she knows all the gossip, and will tell you. anyways! such a dear lover, wants to be with you 24/7, but not according to elio's script, she can't always be there with her baby..

"honey honey-- one more! one more! do you have a map?" kafka asks laughingly and she cuddles closer to you, phone in hand. "no i do not." a serious tone decorated in your voice, "because i got lost in your eyes!" your girlfriend laughs even harder, as you sigh, won't this be a long night.

luka bby<33!! such a romantic sweetheart tbh... literally would love to drown you in praise. like it's just a telepathic feeling. probably likes skin-to-skin contact, both romantically, and sexually. like it's something he's so into bro i swear, and i kind of feel like or think that he never really gets a lot of hugs cuz of his arm, and ppl think his embrace would be like cold metal or whatever, AND THE HELL NO IT IS NOT?!?!? like please please please keep giving him cuddles, hugs, anything, keep loving him, tell him his hugs are so warm n stuff!!

outdoor dates!! big yes for him!! and as long as you wanna indulge into the mountains with him, he definitely will bring you to amazing places!

oh... luocha.. hahhahaaksdskdj.. this man is soo SMOOTHHHH WITH HIS WORDSSSS!!! such a physical man too sorry not sorry, such a sweetie pie hahaha...... sorry back to srs writing, he's very much a mix of everything, he could get gifts so extraordinary, like a bouquet of flowers of a species of flower that barely grows anymore, or even not in season that month. he gives the best cuddles ever, and his kisses are just so.. enticing!?!?! like very often as soon as he comes back from them long ahh expeditions, soft makeout sessions are a need for him.

yes yes yes. museum dates. or dates where he knows where your favorite flowers grow or even planting a garden together, but even if you don't like flowers, or are allergic, don't worry! an ordinary picnic with his favorite plant surrounding the place is quite alright!

march 7th!! she definitely has a fun way with her words! in a good way of course! and absolutely loves hugs, and hugging you. definitely loves cuddles too, physical touch is definitely one of her love languages. she just wants to compliment you while she gets to have you in her arms like damn <33?!?! she's just so in love with it, everything about you. almost losing the words to describe you, whether or not

march just that kind of lover to fill 2, 3, 4, and even 10 jars filled with paper stars of your favorite color!

natasha.. she's like the mommy to mommy issues idk.. oh but very loving i swear on my life. like if you tell me she wouldn't just loves to always have her arms around you, or her hand cupping your cheek to kiss you. very poetic, and romantic babe bro i swear, she the type to make a full on candlelit dinner for you, petals surrounding the path on the way to the dinnertable, she's a good cook promise!!

likes to just put your hair behind your ear whenever there's a stray strand on your face. like you both just in silence, while you look at something else, and she's just busy admiring you

pela omg such a cutie!?!?! probably so touch-starved too.. but she gives little gifts and her time as her way to love! really wants to give you the world, forehead kisses with her are very common, she loves to kiss you tbh! but her neck is very sensitive, give it a little kiss and she'll be as red as a tomato.

would definitely ask to draw portraits of each other, like both of you drawing or painting each other's faces on canvases! whether or not you're good at drawing, she doesn't care, just wants to laugh off the terrible art you both do <3

qingque!!!! honestly is also a touch-starved honey, like she doesn't show it off a lot, but she really needs just a hug. and also! likes to give gifts! probably very good at gifts! very creative with them! like even the box she wraps it in is so silly. oh but she likes to give you little pecks on the cheek ong!!

please. please. buy face paint and paint each other's face, like i just know she would love to do that with you!!!

sampo is a flirty jerk i swear. he flirts with you for the sake of seeing your pretty face getting flustered. and lives and breathes for pickup lines, they're either real creative, or them generic, CORNY ahh ones. loves giving you gifts, but he has.. maybe.. stole some of them.. JUST SOME OKAY!! oh but he can cook, like i think he can cook pretty well for himself! and can bake exquisitely, uses this talent when he needs a get-out-of-jail card, aka when he owes someone a favor.

just go bake with him honestly, like just a date at home where you two bake silly little cupcakes for each other, and decorate it with goofy candy.

like i've said on here before, seele would always use her words to let you remember that you're worth something to her. and worth a lot. you place a high value in her life, and she'd die a million times if it meant you wouldn't get hurt by anyone, not even a scar. she's a bit touch-starved, yes sure, she'll be a bit shy at first, but at some point, she will initiate the cuddling<3

i feel like belobog would have many festivals now that the underworld and the overworld are together as one now, and seele would always know exactly when all these festivals would be, and it always means the world to her when you tell her yes to go with her as her date, whenever you say yes, it reminds her of when you first said yes to being her s/o<3

AAAA SERVAL!!! she's so sweetheart real!! i just know she has her own skincare routine and would so do it on you too. she likes spending time with you as her way of saying i love you!! 24/7 sleep back hugs when you cook or bake!! she's an avid lover of skin-to-skin contact i promise! physical touch is another way she tries to kiss your scars better for you<33

i just know she holds both your hands when you both kiss, whether it'd be on your temple, your nose, your cheeks, or your lips, she always ends up holding both your palms or her hand on your cheek <33

silver wolf loves you as much as she loves her games, so she would always spend time with you in the arcade, everywhere she can bring you with her!! likes your hugs, but not when other people hug her, cuz why would she want others' hug when she can have yours, and only yours.

lets you win on purpose when you guys 1v1 each other in games, because she loves whenever your face starts to glow with happiness for winning against her

sushang likes to spend time with you too! she drags you to every end of the xianzhou luofu just to find all the good food at the food stalls!! knows almost all the kids that roam around the plaza tho, and both of you play with them by running around playing games like hide-n-seek! she likes to think that time is precious, and if she spends it on you, that means you're precious :0

would so make you buy a face painting kit and gather all the kids at the plaza to make them animals (as in painting their faces with their fave animal)

tingyun spends time with you, and sometimes even brings you along when she has work! besides yukong doesn't mind~ and of course, this wouldn't be a tingyun post of mine without me saying she would tease, and would love when you get flustered from her silly words!!!! and would love physical touch ngl?!?! like falls in love all over again when you cuddle her, now you get to see her red!

just always gets so flushed in the face whenever you both share a bed, specially when your relationship first started, and being a few months in, you both are stuck in a clichè romantical trope of sharing a bed, yeah she was joking about it in the start but-- she never thought it'd actually.. happen!!

stelle would like to bring you out on every trailblaze mission she's on, and would tell you how beautiful, or how amazing, and genuine you are for years, on end. just if that's something you're comfortable with, i know that something mutual between the two trailblazing twins, is that they're always asking if you're okay with anything that concerns you. wishes she could keep you in her arms forever though<3

she will take pictures through march's camera, or even her own phone very often, so she would always show you old photos of you, and i think stelle is a very good photographer, no bad photo in sight, it makes everyone she takes pictures of a literal photogenic model, looking at old photos is what really comforts her when you aren't with her <3

caelus <33 quite similar to his somewhat twin, if he can, he will bring you to all the planets he's gotta trailblaze, he can go on for centuries just talking about how cute you are, literally gets so caught off-guard when you start to get flustered from his words alone, and to be fair he would lowkey use very.. big words. not like the ones fu xuan does, but only uses them when he talks about you, like he'll go 'oh.. you are such a pulchritudinous person, you know?'

unlike stelle.. when he pictures anyone, its all bad photos. like most of his photos on his phone, it's all such bad pictures help me.. shows them off to everyone with a very loud laugh too cuz why not ?!?!?!!?! looking at old photos is also what he'd do with you, making you laugh is also his objective while at it, so doesn't show the ones he has of you. actually the ones he has of you are the only good ones!!

welt yang is a man of taste, and divine bro, he is such a romantic. is a definite mix of everything. like he'd be so good with his words, while he has good hand placement and stuff, then again his gifts are so well-thought of. but what about the way he hopes you crave his touch as much as he crave yours?

i think im about to blow guys

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merrivia · 1 year

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Okay, I have read the Captive Prince trilogy and have so many thoughts...

(And if you like this, I have another essay on Auguste and Laurent here)

I think the question of why Damen first fell for Jokaste and then Laurent, is so interesting to me. Yes, there’s the blond hair/blue eyes (and the trope of opposites attract + rarity of that colouring), but I think crucially, Damen is smarter than he looks or seems, and I think, desires a partner who can match him. Not in complete equality but in a myriad of ways that achieve a sense of balance...

With Damen’s physique and fighting prowess and his cheerfully open sexual desires (ok fine, horniness), plus his innate, black and white sense of honour and fairness, you can see how people would assume that he is...well, not that bright. He’s so rooted in his physicality himself, so drawn to simplicity too, it can be difficult to see. He’s clearly not stupid, but it is human to categorise, and just like Auguste was probably seen as brawn and Laurent as brains, so Damen probably gets shoved into that first category. But one of the first things we hear about Damen from another person is that he is smart- he has a ‘mouth on him’ as one of the handlers warns. He isn’t brutally cutting and filthy in the way Laurent is; he’s just smarter and quicker than you’d expect. That first line to Laurent- ““I speak your language better than you speak mine, sweetheart.””- amply displays how he is quick; when he ironically calls Laurent’s mood “delightful”, the next day...this is not a clumsy, dumb jock.

Even the way Damen speaks languages and understands warfare and military strategies, shows his clear intelligence- he isn’t good with the twisty machinations of Vere because it’s completely outside of what he knows. He wasn’t educated that way. Clever Laurent, as a young teenager, wasn’t good at it. No-one, we assume, is born as a ready-made Machiavellian (though arguably, Laurent’s incredibly sharp mind that is good at puzzles etc., makes him innately good at it once he learns). You also have no need for plotting and planning and intrigue, when you get what you want, by virtue of who you are. Not only is Damen the heir, and pretty much the exemplary model of Akielon masculinity, but that gives him this shield of golden self-confidence- he walks into the room, and gains love and respect immediately; failing that, everyone at least has their head on the ground. He has been given such an outpouring of love from everyone around him, he sees the world far more simply because he has never had to see it any other way. As Nikandros says, no-one has ever refused him anything. Why would he recognise the long game of political manipulation- a game to get you what you want, when you can’t have it directly?

Over the months of Damen’s time with Laurent, he not only starts to pick up far more quickly on Laurent’s impenetrable personality but also gets a much firmer grip on Veretian (read: the Regent’s ) political intrigue- when he does, it’s often describe in terms of a radical shift in mindset, a complete tilting of his worldview. The reason why he didn’t get it before was a lack of experience of a world so cynical and dark; why he does get it after, because he is intelligent enough to start to grasp it. This might be a good time to mention also how Laurent calls Damen arrogant in Prince’s Gambit (“You, with your barbaric attitudes, your brutish, domineering arrogance, are always right”). This is actually, finally, a bit of angry honesty from Laurent. Damen has thought of Laurent as unbearably arrogant from the start of the trilogy; here, it seems, Laurent actually thinks the same thing of him. Yes partly that arrogance could be seen as body language and the way Damen holds himself, the look in his eyes, but also it’s how he speaks. He challenges Laurent with his mind.

And Laurent challenges him back. After all, when does Damen ever feel challenged? What tests the full repertoire of his skills? No-one can beat him in the field; he’s the best and he knows it. Yet, he does derive real pleasure from Laurent’s capabiilities- as a swordsman and his horsemanship. It’s why it was important that Laurent finish the okton first- and how happy that made Damen. The rooftop chase, too- Laurent can keep up, and he’s exhilarated by it. The true challenge though, lies in Laurent’s verbal repartee and his mind. Damen actually does like to use his brain, to engage in witty banter- it’s fun. The rooftop is fun. Laurent and Damen laugh together a number of times, and Damen is having a blast. Laurent is difficult, and to Damen, where everything hitherto has been easily won, this challenge is finally giving his brain and his body what they wanted. There is a whole other post I could make on why Laurent in turn is attracted to Damen, but I’ll just put here that I think, the way he pivots Laurent towards healthy relationship dynamics, where being happy and laughing freely together is how you can be with someone, is part of it.

I think this is also why, tragically, Jokaste, despite her self-sacrifices to save Damen, was never The One for him. As beautiful and cold and clever as she is, there’s nothing mischievous or light-hearted about her- you can’t see her and Damen having a laugh together. He likes how smart she is, and her ruthlessness because that is how she radiates power and that feels like equality to Damen (something he can never get from a romantic partner, as he outranks everyone), but she isn’t fun. Not only that but, ruthless-as-a-result-of-trauma-and-for-survival, is very different from ruthless-because-I-am-purely-ambitious; Laurent as the former, does get to retain a sense of honour and compassion that Jokaste seems to lack. Mostly though, Laurent gets to be Damen’s near-equal; where they don’t quite match, they complement. Where Laurent needs incisive, perceptive honesty, he gets it through Damen’s mind not his muscles. The moment that Laurent actually tips Damen into the first throes of love is when he gets out Volo’s cap- the sheer cleverness of it, makes him feel the “first dizzy edge of a new emotion”. In the end it is a mutual intelligence that binds them together as much as physical desire.

#captive prince #capri #lamen #can't help writing an essay #laurent #laurent of vere #damen of akielos #damen #meta

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lost-in-fictionn · 2 months

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I bet Laurent was screaming crying throwing up inside when Damen said I speak your language better than you speak mine, sweetheart

#Capri #Captive prince #Damen #Laurent #Lamen #damianos of akielos #laurent of vere #prince's gambit #Kings rising #cs pacat #damen x laurent #laurent x damen

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xnervouscircus · 11 months

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damen is a truly legendary protagonist. he wakes up in vere, the hostile rival nation that his country was at war with less than a decade ago, and he gives himself a whole internal pep talk to just act gentle and obedient so they won't suspect he's anything but the slave vere thinks he is, and then the literal FIRST thing out of his mouth to his captor and enemy is a smart-assed insult.

i mean, “what’s your name, sweetheart?" "i speak your language better than you speak mine, sweetheart" is also legendary. but. oh damen. you beautiful sassy dumbass. how did you not die by chapter 5.

#wow damen sure is lucky laurent wanted to keep him alive to torture and debase him as much as possible #if laurent weren't fully aware he had his brother's killer in his service that bitch would be d e a d #captive prince #michele.txt

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fantasticallyfruity4 · 2 years

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@kafkian THIS IS SUCH A POINT

Bb boy wants to be owned. Claimed.

It’s about feeling genuinely wanted.

He’s e ever felt so truly wanted for himself before. For his status, maybe, but not for him.

Feeling actually desired, genuinely liked and dare he say loved. Bb boy is fucking traumatized and his past relationships haven’t been great. So eddie being like “this is my boyfriend.” “My boy” praising him with ‘my’ before anything (my baby boy, my sweetheart, my good boy, my Angel, my baby, my darling, I can go on and on) Is just heroin to this boy. He’s like a puppy with a wagging tail whenever he hears it. Words of affirmation are this boys love language.

Having his thigh squeezed in the car? He will die happily now, thank you. Even better when Eddie does it on the couch of a party where he’s dealing with Steve at his side. He may not be talking to him much while he works but he reminds Steve he knows he’s there, that he’s happy he’s there and it does it for Steve.

Hickies on his neck? Yup, he’s ascending as we speak. He loves being marked up. At first eddie felt bad if he left a mark, but the first time he saw Steve investigating his hickies in the mirror with blown pupils, Eddie realized it was okay.

And being more than welcome to do the same to Eddie is just as heady for him. Worlds best high. Eddie wants him to mark his neck up too. To let Everyone know he’s someone to someone. That he’s someone’s man. Eddie takes Steve’s clothes as much as steve takes Eddie’s. Eddie jokingly called himself Steve’s bitch a few times and Steve’s not proud of how that made him feel.

Eddie never called steve his bitch… but Steve’s thought about it once in the shower… maybe he should tell Eddie about that.

Eddie and him were once fighting and Eddie crowded him back against the wall, got in his face and whispered “what are you gonna do, huh? You think you’re actually gonna leave me over this? You won’t. Your fucking dick whipped”.

And it wasn’t a very serious fight, they had both been pretty stressed- Steve’s parents were hanging around way more lately and Eddie had been moving more product than ever which was more stressful than he’d expected- and the littlest thing led to a quarrel- it was over fucking dishes and what went in the washer and didn’t- and maybe they were both a little bitchy because they hadn’t found the time to screw in like, three fucking days-, and they both kept rolling their eyes and speaking under their breath and it just escalated. Alls well that ends well, though, and Steve was bent over the counter with Eddie’s hand on his back pushing down, while he was begging for the dick he was so whipped for in half a minute. They both just needed some dick therapy but good. Once they went three rounds they were pretty relaxed, pretty chill. Once Steve’s back was covered in red marks, he was a lot less inclined to pick a fight. The bite marks on his neck and shoulders were more than welcome. The ache in his hips and legs, he was very content with the reminders of Eddie.

The memories of the other man grunting dirty, possessive words in his ear would keep him satisfied for a long time. Would fill his mental spank bank for years.

“Your fucking mine, get it? You’re not fucking going anywhere” “look at you, like a little slut, your fucking addicted to me baby. It’s pathetic. It’s okay, I’m just as fucking addicted to you” “you’ve got me just as whipped as I’ve got you, damn it”

Yeah. Steve liked feeling owned.

#steddie

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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Honeysuckle Phonies

AN | Okay, here’s part two finally! Best Boyfriend Eddie is really the best. I love him (and you). Please read the warnings before proceeding. If you or someone else might be experiencing any sort of domestic violence, consider looking here for help or reaching out to someone you can trust.

Warnings | Language (including use of derogatory names), Discussions of domestic violence and healing injury (nothing graphic)

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.6k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

Part 1

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It hadn’t been hard to cross the line from friends to lovers with Eddie. It had happened slowly at first, both of you testing the waters with tentative touches and softly spoken words, before you jumped in headlong. You remembered that fall afternoon clearly; you were with Eddie, hanging out at his trailer, the two of you bundled up in big blankets as you watched some random movie marathon that was on television.

At one point, he’d caught you staring at him rather than the screen but chose not to comment on it. Another time you found his eyes trained on you, a dopey little smile on his face and his expression soft. It was only a few seconds after that when he’d pulled you into his arms and his lips were on yours. You weren’t sure who technically initiated the kiss, but it didn’t matter.

All that mattered was Eddie. Eddie kissing you.

But that had been then, several months ago, and this was now. And things were slowly starting to change. Where Eddie thought you’d only grow closer, you’d ended up drifting apart bit by tiny bit. He was confused because he hadn’t realized anything had been wrong; he wasn’t sure if it was him or…something else. He really, desperately hoped it was him, rather than the alternative. But he didn’t know because you were barely speaking to him at the moment and always had some sort of excuse for why you were busy.

But Eddie wasn’t the type to just give up; not with you, not with something this important. So, he decided one morning while his mind was wandering off during math, he was going to speak to you about it and he wasn’t going to stop until he finally knew what was going on.

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“Hey baby,” Eddie found you sitting behind the school’s main building, on the cold ground, shivering as you worked on some homework. You looked up and found him looking at you with soft eyes, already stripping off his sweater to give to you. He kneeled down so he was eye level with you, putting a finger under your chin to pull you to his lips, “what’re you doing out here? It’s freezing.”

“Homework,” you shrugged meekly, pointedly ignoring how he was holding his sweater out to you before turning your attention back to your notebook, “‘m fine, Eddie.”

“No,” he plopped down onto his butt so he was sitting directly in front of you, “you’re not fine. I’m tired of pretending that things are fine, that you’re okay when you’re clearly not. I want to fix it, to make it better, but you need to tell me how, sweetheart. Please let me make it better.”

“Eddie,” you swallowed thickly, already feeling the lump well up in your throat, “please. Just go.”

“Not until you tell me what’s going on,” he tried to drape his sweater around you but you shook your head and gently pushed his hand away.

“Please,” you looked around to make sure no one was watching; of course no one paid attention to the invisible kids, “I…not right now, not here. Please.”

“Okay,” he nodded after a few moments of contemplation, “come to mine tonight? Eight?”

“Yeah,” you agreed and while he still felt defeated, there was a glimmer of hope in his heart, “see you tonight.”

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Eddie spent the rest of the day replaying what had happened between the two of you, analyzing very little detail from how your voice sounded to each micro-expression. He had a feeling he knew what was going on but didn’t want to fully embrace that idea just yet.

By the time you arrived and knocked on his door, he’d been so deep in thought that he almost jumped out of his skin. He wasted no time in coming to the door and opening it, to find you on the other side with an unsure expression.

“Hi,” he whispered softly. You allowed yourself to meet his gaze and before he could fully process what was going on, you’d thrown yourself into his arms, clinging onto him as tightly as humanly possible. He could hear your soft sniffles and whimpers and held you back just as fiercely, “hey, hey, it’s okay. I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

“Eddie,” his name was a small cry from your lips and you felt yourself slowly calming down with each passing moment of his touch, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for how I’ve treated you lately. It’s not you, I swear.”

“Stop, baby, stop. You have nothing to apologize for. I have a feeling this wasn’t me or you, was it?” you pulled back and studied him anxiously. You reached up and touched his cheek without thinking about it, but froze when you saw the expression shift. He took your hand and held it out to examine it and your stomach dropped. His eyes hardened and his mouth pulled into a thin line as you tried to pull your hand away, “who did this?”

“Eddie,” you followed his eyes as he studied the fading yellow and greenish bruises on your wrist and forearm. You’d forgotten they were there; to you they were already in the past and long out of your mind but to him it was a shock to the system, “I-I fell. Really, it’s nothing.”

“Was this Jason?” he asked softly, watching your face for any sort of change, “you don’t have to lie to me. This doesn’t happen when you fall…they’re finger shaped bruises.”

“Can we go inside?” you pulled your hand out of his and he nodded grimly, opening the door so you could step into the warmth and familiar comfort of his trailer. You kicked your shoes padded over to the couch, sitting down and pulling your knees to your chest. He sat on the floor in front of you, but remained silent to let you have whatever you needed, “they don’t know I’m here. I had to sneak out.”

“Your parents?” he asked as you caught his eye and nodded, “and Jason?”

“Mhmm,” you sighed lightly, “Jason took it upon himself to tell them we were dating and they didn’t like that too much. They wouldn’t even listen to me at all, they just believed whatever Jason said. He said…he told them all of these stupid, horrible untrue things.”

“Did they hurt you?” he’d surged forward, putting a gentle hand on your leg, “what did they do to you, baby? Please, please tell me.”

“They didn’t do…anything like that,” you confessed, “they grounded me and said I couldn’t see you anymore. They locked me in my room that night. I-I thought they might do something to you if they saw us together, that’s why I was trying to stay away. I knew that if Jason saw or heard anything he’d go straight to them and I couldn’t…I couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to you. Especially knowing what Jason and his stupid friends are capable of. I should have told you sooner.”

“Fuck,” he sighed heavily as he closed his eyes, allowing himself a few deep breaths to calm down, “what did Jason do? When? Why-”

“He saw us together a few weeks ago,” you bit the inside of your cheek as you looked at him with glossy eyes. He was watching you with an expression that was equally upset and furious. You put your legs down before slowly pulling off your sweater. He inhaled sharply when he saw the fading bruises on both of your arms, “and when I got home that night he decided to speak his piece on that.”

“You’ve been dealing with this for weeks?” his voice cracked as delicately grazed his fingertips over your arms, studying each little mark, “I wish you would have told me - I should have known. Fuck. I should have known, I should have just done something.”

“It’s okay, Eddie,” you promised softly, “it’s not your fault at all. I told you, this is my problem, my issue to deal with, not yours.”

“I told you that I would protect you,” he sat up on his haunches, taking your face in his hands before pressing his forehead to yours, “I promised you. And I didn’t even do that. This is-”

“Stop,” you insisted with a soft kiss to his lips, “this is not your fault. It’s my horrible family.”

“What did he…what did he do?”

“Umm,” you shrugged dismissively, wishing he would he drop the subject while also thankful that he cared so much, “h-he dragged me up the stairs and then slammed me into the wall all while telling me how horrible I was, how stupid I was, how I was just a dumb little whore that get probably just get knocked up and get nowhere in life. Said I was making a joke of the family and I should be ashamed and should never be allowed to leave the house again. That’s when he tried to choke me, but at least I managed to fight him off. That’s when he went to our parents.”

“I don’t….everything is telling me to go and beat the shit out of him,” he reached up and lightly tugged down the collar of your shirt, grimacing at the lingering marks on your neck. How could he have missed this? All of the signs were right there and he didn’t even notice; he didn’t keep you safe and he wanted to beat himself up much as he wanted to beat Jason up, “but I…that’s not my concern. You are.”

“I don’t think…we can’t be together anymore, Eddie,” a few tears rolled down your cheeks as you just shook your head. Eddie’s face fell as your words crashed around him, “I hate this, so much. I want to be with you - I love you, Eddie. Really, I do. But I can’t risk having anything happen to you - I would never forgive myself. You’re way too important to me. Honestly, I don’t even care about myself, I can take whatever they do to me, but I could never force that on you. I’d say we could wait until we’re done with school and we can do whatever we want and I can be rid of them, but it’s not fair to you either. I want you to be happy, Eddie.”

“I am happy - with you,” he whispered softly, “only you. You - you said you love me.”

“I didn’t mean to…I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For saying it and making things weird,” you stared at the ceiling to fight off more of your tears, “you don’t have to say it back, and I understand if you don’t feel the same. It’s just that - “

“I love you,” his three little words were enough to completely shut you up. You looked at him nervously, your eyes wide with excitement and wonder. You opened and closed your mouth a few times but found yourself unable to speak, instead a few tears ran down your cheeks, “really. Yes, I mean it. You, baby, just you. And I’m not just saying that.”

“Oh Eddie,” your voice cracked as you let him pull into his arms, “part of me wishes you’d never helped me that day, you know? Because then you wouldn’t have to deal with any of this, But I’m also very selfish and I’m so glad you did. Because even though we don’t have forever, the last few months I’ve spent with you have been the best of my life. You make me very happy, Eddie. And I’m going to miss you so, so much.”

“Who said I was going anywhere?” he was smiling lightly as he wiped away your tears, “baby. I’m not breaking up with you and I’m not letting you break up with me. We have forever.”

“But-”

“I have an idea,” he put a finger to your lips and gently quieted you down, “do you wanna hear it?”

“Yeah,” you nodded softly, “please.”

“You’re legally an adult,” he stated as you nodded, “which means you can leave home, you’re not bound to them. Those people - they’re not your family. They might have adopted you, but that doesn’t mean jack shit. Family are the people that love you and actually care about you.”

“You,” you breathed out softly, smiling through the bits of tears, “you’re my family, Eddie.”

“And you’re mine.”

“I just…if I leave, I don't know where I’d go. I don’t have any other family nearby and I can’t go back to my old school. My tutoring gig doesn’t pay much and even iif I ended up getting a full ride scholarship to college, that wouldn’t be until fall. I don’t…I wish I could leave. Part of me is still tempted to,” the idea of just leaving had crossed your mind so many times, but you’d never been able to pull the trigger, “it’ll be okay. I’ll be okay.”

“You have a place to go,” he insisted as you looked at him in confusion, “I know it’s not much, it’s not glamorous at all, but you’re welcome to live here. I know Wayne would understand, fuck I’m pretty he loves you more than me. But y-you don’t have to but if you wanted to, I would…love that-”

“Eddie.”

“If not here, then fuck I’ll beg Harrington - he’s got that big house pretty much to himself full time these days, Henderson’s got a spare room, the Byers or the Wheelers, and there’s Gareth,” he waving his hands around nervously as you watched him in awe, “you’ll have somewhere to go, we’d never let you be homeless or let anything happen to you. If they knew half of what’s happened, they’d be on the Carvers in a blink of an eye. But I swear you’ll be safe-”

“Eddie,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him as tightly as possible, carving your body into his, “you are the most wonderful person I have ever met. I don’t know if I could ever express to you how much I love you.”

“I know what I’m suggesting is a lot, but will you at least consider it?” he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “I just want…I want you to be okay.”

“Yeah,” you nodded as you pulled back gently, “I will.”

“I think the first thing we should do-”

“Do you think I should ask Wayne now or wait a bit?”

“W-wait - do you mean it?” his big, brown eyes lit up with happiness as you nodded, worrying your bottom lip. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and you could see that a few tears had welled up in his own, “it’s not going to be much but it-”

“It’s perfect,” you insisted softly, “you’re here. That’s all I need, Eddie. Thank you.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t see what was going on sooner,” he whispered, “but I mean it, I’ll protect you, baby.”

“I know, Eddie,” you promised, “I love you.”

“I love you.”

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Your heart was pounding in your chest, threatening to burst out of your ribcage as you grabbed your suitcase from the closet and threw it on your bed. You reached for whatever was closest to you, dirty or not, and tossed into the suitcase. There was very little that you were attached to but the few things you loved - including a few pictures of yourself and Eddie and some of your other friends - you delicately wrapped up and tucked into the suitcase. The rest would not be considered a loss; you could replace clothes over time and get new toiletries and whatever else you really needed.

Your parents - the Carvers as they really were - happened to be out of town for the day at some sort of expo, and Jason was nowhere to be found. He was probably out doing something with his loser friends from the basketball team and as long as he was out of your hair, you didn’t care. If you never had to see these people again, it would be too soon.

Once you were satisfied with your haphazard handiwork, you zipped the bag suit and hastily grabbed it before getting ready to run down the stairs. Eddie was in his van, waiting just down the street and around the corner. All you had to do was get back to him and you would be safe and rid of this hell forever.

But luck didn’t seem to be completely on your side, because as you were rushing down the stairs the front door opened and Jason barged in. Your eyes widened in shock as your heart dropped into your stomach. This has absolutely not been part of the plan and panic set in.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he slammed the door behind him, crossing his arms over his chest as you struggled to figured out how you were possibly going to get out of this situation, “is that a suitcase?”

“J-Jason,” you swallowed thickly, “I’ve got a science conference…I’m just heading out.”

“Science conference,” his sneer was nothing short of malicious as he took a step closer, “that’s such bullshit. I know damn well that’s a lie.”

“Jason,” you tried to find any remaining bit of confidence that you had left, “just the fuck up and let me pass.”

“Oh, look at you,” he was taunting you, trying to get a rouse out of you and have you back down, “finally found a voice. Maybe that fucking freak taught you something after all.”

“Move.”

“Let me guess, that’s where you’re headed,” he laughed bitterly, “going to your little boyfriend. What were you going to do? Run away to him? That’s cute.”

“Why do you hate me so much?” you groaned, “I have done nothing to you or anyone else! I’ve always minded my own business and I’m never rude to you. And all you’ve ever done is hated me. What the fuck is your problem?”

He just laughed, a hand moving to your shoulder as he tried to shove you into the wall and out of the way. This time you grabbed his wrist and shoved him off of you, “what are you doing you stupid-”

“Do not touch me,” you hissed through gritted teeth, pushing him away from you, “I’ve had enough of you treating me like absolute garbage for no reason!”

“Did you just-”

Somewhere between your anger and fear, you’d found it within yourself to punch him. You tried to replicate what you had seen Eddie do before, squaring yourself before slamming your fist into the side of his face. Your punch wasn’t as hard as it could have been but it was enough to cause him to stagger backwards in surprise.

“You stupid fucking bitch,” his nose was bleeding and you took his distraction as the perfect opportunity to grab your suitcase and throw open the door before running outside. You could hear him yelling after you, but you didn’t stop until you were on the sidewalk. He was standing in the doorway, wiping the blood off of his face, glowering at you.

“Fuck you!” you threw up your hand and gave him the bird before taking off down the street to where you spotted Eddie’s van. You didn’t stop until you reached the passenger door, throwing it open before getting inside and throwing your suitcase into the back.

“Is everything alright?” he was surprised by your sudden frazzled reappearance, but turned on the van nonetheless. You shook your head but then stopped yourself and nodded.

“I was walking down the stairs and Jason came in,” you looked into the rearview mirror to make sure he wasn't following, “he had some choice words and tried to stop me but I…punched him instead and ran out.”

“Did he hurt you?” he looked over and then scanned your frame but you shook your head, and he visibly relaxed, “wait - baby, you punched him?”

“Yeah,” you grinned before showing him your hand…which you had only now realized was slightly bloodied and bruising, “oops. I didn’t think about the consequences on me. But it was totally worth it. I tried to remember how you did it and just did it? I dunno, I just got so mad and all I could think about was coming to you so I did it.”

“You’re amazing,” he reached for your unharmed hand, lacing your fingers together before bringing your hand to his lips, “you doin’ okay?”

“I am,” you promised as you angled yourself so you could look at him properly, “I feel better than I have in a long time, Eddie. Thank you. I couldn’t…I couldn’t have done this without you.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” he insisted softly, “but you’ll be safe now, promise.”

“I know,” you leaned over and kissed his cheek, “I love you, Eddie. Really.”

“You say that now,” his little laugh was nervous, “but you’ll probably be sick of me soon after living with me.”

“Sick of you? Never,” your soft reassurance was enough to get that soft little smile back on his face, “swear.”

“I won’t get sick of you either,” he grinned, “I love you. But I have one more thing to ask-”

“Anything.”

“How does breakfast sound?” you looked at him fondly, heart softening bit by bit at the man across from you, “I happen to know a little place that has the best waffles and pancakes in the state.”

“Sounds perfect.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #st

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anabdaniels · 7 months

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Cowboytober Day 14- Choking

Paring: Agent Whiskey x Female Reader

Word counting: 1.5k

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Brief use of derogatory language (most precisely the word slut), rough sex, fingering.

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After a long workday, nothing could be better than a relaxing warm shower. Ended up that you and Jack had the same idea and had no other option but to go to the bathroom together, of course, with no other intentions besides taking a shower.

“Hey! You better control these idle hands of yours, little lady.” Jack smirked and grabbed your wrists after you had slapped his ass as he walked into the shower.

“C’mon, a woman can’t have fun in this house anymore?” you mocked and he pulled you closer.

“Of course, you can, but be aware that I’ll want a payback.” Jack raised his eyebrows while walking into the shower with you.

“As if you didn't know that my goal is that." You winked at him with a sideways smile, sighing when he opened the shower and pulled you into the water with him.

"Of course I do, sugar." He whispered and grabbed your neck softly, pulling you closer and kissing you slowly. You let out a quiet whimper and passed your arms around him, relaxing with the junction of the warm water and the proximity of his body, and his soft caress on your neck definitely wasn't doing much in favor of your composure.

You were sure about which would be his next move, but, to your disappointment, after breaking the kiss, Jack actually proceeded to really take a shower. You had no much choice, but to do the same, your dissatisfaction stamped on your face.

Jack was aware that you weren't exactly happy with him, but being a teasing bastard, he was enjoying the fact that you would strangle him if you could. He kept himself in the position of just observing your angry puppy face, needing a good amount of effort to not smile with how pissed off you looked.

Once you had finished showering, you were about to get out of the shower, when you felt his arms locking around your waist and his lips resting on your shoulder.

"Where do you think that you're going?" Your honest reaction to his question was to roll your eyes.

"Spare me, Daniels. And release me." You said while trying to move your body off his embrace.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up." Calmly he turned you to face him "Why are you so pissed, sweetheart?" Of course, he knew the cause of that, but he didn't expect you to take it so seriously, since teasing you wasn't an unusual thing for him to do.

"Oh forgive me for not being about to pop a champagne after being rejected by my husband." You raised your eyebrows slightly, sounding unpleased with all that "Now if you allow me." Once more you tried to walk away, but Jack only pulled you closer to him.

"Sugarplum of mine, I never rejected you." Jack rested his forehead on yours, speaking in that sweet tone that could easily melt an iceberg "I just like to have a little fun watching you become a brat when I don't give you what you want at the very moment you want it."

"Hum." Was all the answer you had, while pouting slightly.

"Don't be like that, have I ever ended up in debt with you in this department?" He raised one eyebrow, caressing your hips while waiting for your answer.

"No, you haven't." Despite still looking a bit annoyed, you couldn't resist passing your arms around him.

"Exactly and I also will not be in debt with my beloved lady this time." Jack calmly moved to kiss you, resting one hand on your butt and moving the other to your lower stomach, caressing it softly.

All your attempts to try to remain mad with him were thrown by the window once you had his mouth and hands on you, after all, the man knew how to make up for his teasing. You moaned in a mix of pleasure and surprise when he shamelessly moved his finger between your legs, massaging your clit, in a calm yet effective rhythm to make you melt on his hand.

After you started to move your hips and he certified that you were wet enough, Jack slid two fingers inside you, letting his thumb with the task of rubbing your throbbing clit. His other hand moved up your body, squeezing your thigh, caressing your belly, and stopping on your breast for a moment, caressing it and gently pinching your nipple. He chuckled at your choked whimper and held your chin, making you look straight into his eyes.

"For someone who was mad with me just now, you're reacting a lot, sugar." He teased letting go of your chin and running his fingers on your skin, moving down your throat. You moaned loudly, looking down at his hand for a second, then back at his eyes with a pleading expression. Jack smirked, understanding exactly what you wanted, and didn't flinch to grab your neck, pressing its sides softly. You leaned your head back, whimpering and clenching his fingers inside your pussy, just giving him more motivation to play with you, then he curled his fingers inside you, hitting the exact spot to make you squirm and moan even louder.

When he leaned forward to nibble your jaw, it was the last straw for you, that soft tickling of his mustache on your skin always had the power to destroy your self-control. You couldn't prevent your hips from moving against his hand and it just made you let out more pleasured sounds until you couldn't handle it anymore, sinking your face in his neck while you squeezed his fingers harder than before while you enjoyed your orgasm.

Patiently, Jack caressed your hair and waited for you to calm down a bit. When you lifted your head with a satisfied expression, all he could do was smile and kiss you passionately as he guided you to be with your back against the wall. Without stopping kissing you, he hooked your legs on his hips and pressed his body against yours, lining himself on your soaked cunt and moving inside you.

Your hands moved straight to his back, scratching his skin, making Jack groan and squeeze your thigh. Not caring about how desperate you'd look (because you were highly desperate), you grabbed his free hand that was lying on your waist and placed it on your neck, only then making him break the kiss to look at you with a mischievous smile.

"Seems that my beautiful slut loves to be choked, doesn't she?" Jack teased while pressing his fingers on the sides of your neck, and all you could do was moan and nod, unable to think too much "Would you mind taking it a bit rough, darlin'?" You shook your head slightly, too carried away with pleasure "I need your words, honey."

"I don't mind." It took you a lot of effort to say it "In fact, I'd love to." The finish of your sentence was followed by a scandalous moan when he increased the pace, slamming his hips against you and keeping the precise pressure on your neck.

Usually, you felt a bit sorry for going to hard with your nails on his skin, but under those circumstances you weren't giving a shit about it, scratching his back intensely with your eyes closed, drunk on all the pleasure you were feeling.

Trying to keep his self-control with the amazing view of you losing your mind, Jack sank his fingers into the soft flesh of your hips, definitely would leave a few bruises on you. He leaned to kiss your shoulders, biting you softly along the process.

If you were about to lose your sanity before, when, simultaneously, Jack placed his mouth on your breast and moved his fingers to your clit, you sincerely didn't know how to react; your lack of control was obvious while your hands moved nonstop along his body, pulling his hair, scratching his shoulders, grabbing his biceps. You just gave up trying to keep your rationality while moaning his name and whimpering loudly with no crumb of pride left.

You were close, but when Jack let out a hoarse groan, tightening his grip on your neck a little and filled you deeply with his cum, your body just pushed you to the limit, making your legs tremble as you reached the orgasm, holding on Jack's arms for dear life, even that you started to feel your forces vanishing.

Aware of your state, Jack passed his arms around you, keeping you against him and kissing the top of your head. When you recovered your cognitive abilities enough to remember how to move your body, you opened your eyes and looked at him, smiling happily and satisfied, even looking exhausted.

"You're okay, sugar?" he asked quietly and kissed your forehead.

"Better than ever actually." You answered in a lazy tone, making him smile and give you a gentle peck on the lips.

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#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #agent whiskey #agent whiskey fic #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x you #jack daniels #jack whiskey daniels #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #kingsman: the golden circle #pedrostories

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always-tired-plshelp · 2 years

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Laurent: I have very high standards.

Damen: I speak your language better than you speak mine, sweetheart.

Laurent: Shit, he's meeting all my standards.

#captive prince #incorrect captive prince quotes

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farfromharry · 2 years

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Beth [ 16 ] | Dad!Eddie Munson series

Sixteen, Stress

Word count - 4113

Warnings - language idk? some angst again lol

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September 1995

Caring for a newborn baby was harder than you ever would have expected it to be. Eddie may have been through this once before, so he had a bit of a better grasp at things, but you were suffering big time. You didn’t even know how he could have possibly done this by himself as the dumb twenty year old he was. At twenty-nine this was the hardest thing you had ever done, even harder than when you began raising a five year old.

Who, speaking of, was being needier than you ever thought she could be. You were tired, so painfully tired, and Lola wasn’t giving you a minute of rest. Now was the time you could really use Eddie, but while you were recovering from your baby he was in charge of the diner. He had been working a lot more than usual because of that. Maybe if your husband was here, things wouldn’t have gone to shit.

For the last half an hour, Lola had been screaming at the top of her lungs, and you had no idea what she wanted. She wasn’t hungry, her diaper was clean, she didn’t want to sleep– you were lost. Bat wasn’t helping either, the cat was consistent in his attempts to try and get some affection, but you kept shooing him away. So, when Beth started to ask you a bunch of random questions rather than do any of the tasks you’d tried to busy her with while you tried to soothe your crying baby, you felt like you could pull your hair out.

You were a little disheveled when you turned to look at her. With the kindest smile and most desperate eyes you could muster, you begged her to just give you some time to sort this whole thing out. “Beth, sweetheart, please just give me five minutes.” In your mind, you hadn’t been rude at all, that was the best way you could have asked you to give you time, just until Lola’s cries stopped and then you were all hers.

She frowned, any trace of joy or excitement fading from her eyes as she stared back at you. You didn’t know if she was being purposefully difficult, maybe a little irritated that she wasn’t getting the undivided attention she used to from both you and her father. “Why?” she asked, harshly.

You blinked, not used to her fighting back against such a basic request. “Because, I need to get her to stop crying. I can’t do two things at once, sweetheart.” Even as you grew more and more stressed, you never raised your voice at her. Didn’t try to show you were growing irritated at all actually.

“Is she more important now?” she began, tears springing to her eyes as she stared at you cradling the baby desperately. You tried to tell her no, shaking your head, but it seemed like her mind was made up. She did think she’d become less important to you, maybe even your husband too, now that Lola was here. “Is it because you’re her real mom and not mine?”

You gasped, eyes widening at the explosion from the nine year old. Your mind was short circuiting from all the different things going on as you tried to come up with something to tell her. Everything she had just said to you was wrong, she wasn’t any less important or any less of your daughter just because you didn’t give birth to her. “Beth, no. I love you just as much as I love Lola.” You were being completely honest. She wasn’t seeing it though, not when your eyes fell back to the baby in your arms as her cries got louder, instead of moving to comfort her.

She sighed, turning on her heel to head in the direction of her room where she knew you would respect her enough to leave her be while she moped. “Beth,” you tried, weakly, wincing as your daughter tugged on any loose hairs she could reach to gather your attention. She didn’t hear the way your voice cracked. As much as you wished Beth would have been more understanding, you knew she was adjusting to a new member of the family just like you and Eddie were, and although you would have loved to drop everything to subdue her worries, you couldn’t. There was a bigger responsibility you had to tend to. And maybe once the noise finally died down you would be able to give her your undivided attention and fix things. You hoped you could fix things before your husband got home, you didn’t want him to feel torn or angry with either of you. He also didn’t need the added stress.

For the rest of the day she was in her room, despite your many attempts to coax her out to talk or spend time together. As soon as Lola was down for her nap your first instinct was to ask Beth if she was hungry or wanted to watch a movie or something. All you got back was silence. You respected the fact she wanted to be alone, at least until it came time for her to eat dinner, then you didn’t really have a choice. She had to eat.

“Sweetheart?” you called, knocking lightly on the door, plate of lasagna in hand– her favorite. As expected there was no response. This time around you didn’t plan on waiting for her to open up, instead you took the initiative to do it yourself. “I brought you dinner.”

Your eyes landed on where she was sitting on the side of her bed, the guitar her dad bought her a few years back in her arms and the family cat curled up beside her. She was mindlessly strumming, her cheeks shimmering with dried tears that broke your heart. There was a very prominent sullen pout on her face as you set the plate down on her desk, attempting to catch her eye.

“Sounds good,” you complimented. It was naive of you to think if she didn’t think you were mad then the two of you could make up. She avoided your gaze, didn’t thank you for the food you cooked either, but you didn’t let that get to you. “Well, I’ll be in the living room if you want to hangout. Come and join whenever.”

The cabin was more or less silent until Eddie got home from the diner that evening. It had gone past eleven when he walked through the door, and he found you and your baby girl on the couch. To him it looked as though you’d tried to get some sleep, but she had clearly disturbed it and now here you were, unable to fall back into the rest you craved. He sympathized, but he couldn’t say he wasn’t excited to be greeted with you both when he entered the home.

“Hey,” he said, gaining a tired smile from you as he approached. After giving you a quick kiss, he took the baby from your arms, granting your muscles some much needed relief from the weight.

“There’s my Lols,” he cooed, holding the baby up in the air before he brought her close to him to press kisses to her chubby cheeks. He was notably exhausted when you looked at him properly. “Did you miss me?” he asked her.

Unlike him, you heard the creak of the door in the nearby distance, and the sound of small footsteps headed your way. Only briefly did you make eye contact with the child. She was the one to look away before you could so much as offer a hopeful smile– she didn’t want to hear any of it. Though she was the one that snapped and technically should have been apologizing, you felt like there was something you needed to make up for. Until you talked to her, you weren’t going to know what it was, but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to attempt to make things better.

“Daddy?” To Beth it must have looked like Eddie wasn’t listening, or that maybe he was ignoring her. In truth, he was so caught up fussing the infant in his arms that he barely registered anything else around him– even you.

There was a huff somewhere close by that he did hear though, and he pulled his eyes away from Lola for just a few seconds to see Beth standing there, looking at him expectantly. She outstretched her arms to him, signaling she too wanted to be lifted into his arms. Unfortunately for her, he couldn’t do that, not while he was carrying the other girl. “Hi, sweet girl,” he greeted, bending down to her height to press a kiss to her head. “Shouldn’t you be asleep by now?”

Her lips curled into a frown and she made a disgruntled sound at the back of her throat before walking away. The dad hadn’t meant it in a mean way, and he wasn’t mad at her or anything. Apparently she didn’t see it like that, and that wasn’t like her at all. He stood back up to his full height, being wary of the child cradled to his chest, then shot you a look.

“What’s up with her?” he asked, quietly, making sure she was out of earshot before he spoke. He knew the girl inside out, so he definitely knew she wasn’t being herself at the moment. She was acting cold towards him, and a little bratty when she didn’t get her exact way.

“We had a fight today,” you said, simply. “Well, not really a fight. She sort of just yelled at me.”

Eddie was surprised to hear that. In his nine years of raising Beth, they had had minimal negative interactions. When she was a toddler there were tantrums, obviously, and there’d been a few occasions where either one of the two had said something they didn’t mean which had resulted in hurt feelings. But he never expected his little angel to treat you like that; she utterly adored you.

“I’ll talk to her. See what’s going on.”

Some part of you just didn’t think that was the best idea. There was something deep in your chest that was telling you he would only make it worse if he was to initiate an important conversation about her behavior before she was ready. “Maybe, let her come to us. We don’t want to make it worse than it already is.”

If there wasn’t such despair in your eyes, he probably would have argued it, but he wanted to respect your wishes. “Yeah, yeah, okay. ‘M sure everything will be fine.”

The earliest you would be able to talk to her would be the following day after you all got some sleep. Though it was probably a silly idea to go to bed upset, and the nine year old angry, there wasn’t much of a choice.

The next morning, the atmosphere in the kitchen wasn’t tense until Beth entered. You and Eddie had been woken up early, your three month old deciding she was hungry at an almost ungodly time of the morning. Originally you were the only one to leave the bed, but your husband ended up joining you when he realized trying to fall back to sleep was useless. Soon enough he’d be getting up for work and to take Beth to school anyway, what difference would it make if he got up a little earlier.

The two of you were taking your time to really wake up, making the most of the time you had. You were at the table, cradling your warm mug of coffee that was basically your lifeline at the moment. It wasn’t a drink you particularly enjoyed, but minimal hours of sleep and a screaming newborn would do that to you. Sometimes you needed it to properly wake for the day, nothing like how you used to be. Eddie had attempted to make some toast for the two of you, just to keep you from starving for a little while, but had found himself instead distracted with Lola; bread abandoned on the counter beside him where he was standing.

You admired the sight of the two together, a faint smile on your lips. He looked so effortlessly perfect, you noted, truly acting as the best dad you’d ever seen where she rested in his arms. As she gurgled away, he made dramatic facial expressions, like the two were having their own secret conversation. As she waved her hands near his face, he’d press sweet kisses to her palms, prompting her to laugh from the ticklish feeling. And when he attempted to resume his task of ‘cooking’ with her cradled to his bare chest, and she showed interest in the bright jar of raspberry jam on the side, who was he to say no?

That was how you ended up fondly watching the sight of your husband attempting to feed your daughter jam, even if you weren’t sure he was supposed to, as your other daughter finally entered the room.

The tension started from that moment on. “Hey Beth,” you greeted, hoping the cheery tone of your voice would make her forget all about the argument. “Did you sleep okay?”

Eddie watched the scene unfold with bated breath. He didn’t want to intervene and end up overstepping, this issue had been between the two of you and you needed to resolve it together— but he hated seeing two of the most important people in his life fight, especially for the first time. There was an ounce of hope in his chest that maybe Beth would have let it go, would answer your question as joyfully as usual and join the two of you for breakfast. However, he was quickly let down.

She completely ignored you, ignored the look you and Eddie shared too as she took a seat at the table as far from you as she possibly could. It made your heart sting, a frown curling on your lips.

At the sight of such a sad, lost expression on your face, when only moments ago you had looked so happy, the dad thought he might try his hand at instigating conversation. “Don’t ignore your mom, sweet girl, come on.” He tried to be as kind as possible, as sympathetic, but it didn’t seem to work. In fact it only worsened the issue.

“Not my mom,” she grumbled.

The two of you were taken back, staring at the girl like she was a stranger. Never once had the child acted so coldly towards you— it was like she was a different person or something.

“Beth Munson!” her dad scolded, consequently scaring the baby in his arms with the tone and volume of his voice.

Eddie didn’t yell often, not at his kids of all people, so the outburst was met with tears from the berated girl. The sight brought an ache to your heart, one much worse than the one that had been festering since the original fight. You didn’t care that she was mad at you in that moment, you still felt the strong desire to protect her from that that was making her cry. “Honey, it’s fine. Let me just take Lola and we can all calm down.”

He could read you like an open book— that was what five years of a relationship would do for you. So as you carefully took the wailing baby from his hold, he wasn’t blind to the tears you were rapidly blinking away. Her words had hurt you, that was clear. “Talk to her,” you encouraged, referring to the sobbing child sitting at that table.

With a quick, reassuring squeeze to his bicep, you took Lola to your shared room where it was quiet enough to pacify her. Even now that you were alone, with no eyes watching, you still pushed back your waves of sadness. If you were sad, then in turn so was your little girl and you didn’t want that.

In the kitchen Eddie was having just about as much success as you were in soothing your daughter.

For a few minutes the two just watched each other quietly, the space filled with the occasional sniffle from the little girl. That was until he bulked up the courage to apologize for the shouting, closing the distance between them with a barely audible sigh. “I’m sorry for yelling. I didn’t mean to.”

It was simple. Easy. That was all she needed to hear, plus the added kindness where he wiped away her tears from her cheeks.

“But…” She didn’t like the sound of that. She knew that whatever followed wasn’t going to be to her liking and she began to dread it. “You hurt Y/N’s feelings, now and yesterday. You need to apologize, Beth.” He hated having to call you by your first name in this situation. For the last four, almost five, years you had been referred to as nothing but the nine year old’s mother. That was something that began with the girl herself. It was heartbreaking to him that now he was having to revert back to basics as he feared another outburst.

Her once soft features suddenly contorted into angry ones, and he knew he’d made the wrong move. Mere seconds later, she was leaving him alone in the kitchen to storm back to her room, the door slamming shut in the process. There was peace for only a few seconds, then the crying of a baby started up again. That was the moment he realized you had finally gotten Lola quiet, only for Beth to spoil it all over again.

He knew you were probably losing your mind, so he was going to step in to give you even just a few minutes of peace.

Upon entering your bedroom, he noticed the sound of not only one set of cries, but two. At some point while you’d been rocking the three month old, you yourself had started to cry, streaks of tears now staining your face. “Let me take her, Sunshine.”

He expected almost automatic compliance, if not just to get away from the screeching sound. But he was surprised to be met with rejection. You shook your head, showing your determination. “I can do it. I need to do it.” Whereas Eddie had raised one baby already, this was still your first. You felt as though you had a long way to go in order to prove the two of you were on the same level. One of your worst nightmares was for someone to look at your family and think Eddie did all the work, that you were incompetent in taking care of your own kids— of the baby you grew and birthed. It was already looking that way though, one of them hated you and the other was well on their way if the sound of Lola’s cries had anything to say for it.

Your blubbering was only getting worse the longer you were unsuccessful. Your husband didn’t know how exactly to help; he felt useless.

“Y/N, please.”

With a painful look of desperation, you gave in, handing her to her father for him to deal with. You didn’t want to watch as he masterfully settled her worries, so you took a seat on the end of your bed instead, hiding your face in your hands

It took almost no time for the wails to stop, the girl back in her crib by the other side of the bed. She wasn’t peacefully sleeping just yet, but with the way her dad was humming to her, you were sure she would be soon. Eventually Eddie watched as her eyes fluttered shut, a soft grin finding place on his lips. “There we go.”

After he was positive she was okay, he moved back over to you. Though he seemed to be a professional when it came to babies, he was awful at comforting adults. He started by taking your hands in his, letting you know with subtle touch that he was there. “Talk to me.”

You sniffled. “I think I’m turning into my mom, and I don’t know how to stop it.”

“What do you mean?” He may have been confused, but he knew it couldn’t have been good. You’d mentioned to him before that you feared becoming your mother one day, treating your kids as terribly as you’d been treated, making them feel unloved.

“Cold. A bad mom. My daughter’s hate me, both within two days.”

Those words couldn’t have been any farther from the truth. He hated that you were unable to see that, for him it was basically written in stone. The motion of his thumb rubbing circles on your hand coming to a stop was what made you look at him. You had never seen those puppy eyes of his look so distraught yet so serious. “Don’t think like that, ever. You’re the best mom, and they adore you.”

His words weren’t resonating with you. He could tell. “Ed-“

“No. I’m serious, Y/N. I don’t need to have met her to know you’re nothing like that woman.”

His tone was unwavering, letting you know he was telling the truth. “I know you’ve never once considered leaving these kids— or even thought about the fact that you might not love them. You love so hard, and they both love you back just as much.”

“But-“ you started, only to be shut down with a single look from him. “Absolutely no buts. This isn’t something I’ll budge on.”

With perfect timing, Bat decided that was the moment to brush up against your leg, grabbing both yours and Eddie’s attention. He smiled down at the animal, scooping him up so he could be closer to you both. “See, even Bat agrees.” The moment was sweet, despite the reasoning behind it. The two gazed at each other, scratching at the black cat’s fur affectionately. You weren’t a hundred percent convinced, but he’d definitely done a good job at making you feel a little bit better.

He didn’t know why he’d happened to glance in the direction of the clock, but he was glad that he did. If the two of you had been stuck in your discussion any longer, Beth surely would have been late.

“Look, I need to take her to school,” he started, bringing your attention to the time. You hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. “Lola’s sleeping, she’ll be fine. Just relax for a little, we can talk and figure all this mess out when I get back. Okay?”

You nodded, mustering up your strength to give him the best smile you could. He appreciated the gesture, dropping a quick kiss to your lips before he set off on the task of herding Beth out of the house on time.

When he finally took her to school, he wasn’t gone long. The school wasn’t far, and he usually made his way straight home after he watched her enter the classroom. But his mood had done a complete one-eighty by the time he waltzed through the front door. No longer was he the cheery, hopeful husband you said goodbye to, but now he was in a similar state to what you were earlier on.

“What happened?” you questioned, approaching him cautiously. You set a gentle hand on his back, guiding him to the couch where the two of you would find it more comfortable to talk.

The second the words left your mouth, he was basically spewing all his worries. “She-She didn’t hold my hand on the way. Or say ‘I love you’ when I left her.”

The tone of his voice made your chest hurt, a feeling you were becoming much too familiar with lately. It was clear there was something going on with her that she wasn’t letting you in on, but now she was taking it out on her dad too. This was supposed to be between you and her that the two of you could figure out together. You didn’t think she would take it this far.

There was still hope in your heart. That she would suddenly change back to her normal self just as quickly as she’d gotten upset, or the guilt would finally get to her and all could be normal again. For now though, you needed to reassure your husband. “It might be difficult for a couple days, but I’m sure she’ll talk to us soon.” You wanted to eat those words when she in fact didn’t. You had no idea that months could go by before she truly forgave you and things went back to normal.

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