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yuellii · 9 months

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flawless night, forevermore

feat. ayato, baizhu, alhaitham, childe, kaveh, raiden ei ( separate )

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 they are so obviously in love with you

( or, in which i tie them to a taylor song i’ve been crazing over, but you don’t have to know the songs to read / understand )

note. reader’s gender unspecified, no other warnings

> part one / part two ( more characters )

KAMISATO AYATO. lover

His lips curled up with a fathomless fondness he did not even notice about himself. His ticklish gaze, his admiring eyes, his comforting silence—such a poor, poor man drowning in his hopelessness, falling love struck into the night.

Even atop the dewy grass that stained his carefully tailored clothes, he paid no mind to the mess as he preferred to hear you talk instead. The intelligence of a Kamisato was long forgone in the melody of your voice, and perhaps you had strum his heartstrings too much to the point he loses his senses. He forgets a lot of things about himself when he’s with you, perhaps at one point, even his own name.

Kamisato, the name that ties him to a lifetime of formality and not a single night of rest. A dreary lifetime that does not allow him to learn the wonders of love. But oh, how he loves you.

“I’ve always wanted one of those cute little tea tables,” you muttered into the cool winds under the glowing moon. Your finger absentmindedly traced an oval into the air, a motion that had his head following your invisible drawing. “We can sit together in the mornings and have tea before work.”

“Then we’ll get one,” Ayato affirmed. He failed to notice how his own grin had widened, simply as an automatic reaction from seeing your pleased smile at his response. “Little cushions for us to sit in, too,” he added on. “You know those round ones? We can have them in our favorite colors.”

Look at him, blushing over silly cushions.

There’s a dazzling haze in his eyes when he’s like this. It’s a spark that never runs out once ignited, for he has a history of rambling when he’s with you. “There is this porcelain tea set we can get, which has a pattern I know you’ll like,” he’ll say, further jumping to “And it comes in a set of four—we can always invite Ayaka and Thoma over to drink with us.” He’ll go on and on like this, fantasizing of a life where you lived together, happily ever after.

He’s imagined this for eons in his head. Such innocent-presenting ideas and remarks, but it’s obvious in the way he talks so fast. It’s ridiculously evident the more excited he gets as the night stretches on, that he’s been daydreaming of the moment you move in with him, so he may love you every day.

All he asks is to be forever yours, for as long as time permits.

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BAIZHU. sparks fly

It almost never rained in Liyue.

But his words were such a booming thunderstorm that no water droplet could ever compare, even amidst this cold, grey afternoon. And only when he finally blew you away like a thin stack of cards, did he feel a sharp sense of emptiness at the sight of you running off into the pouring rain.

Baizhu admitted that you were a burden to him. Boring, unintelligent, annoying—that you were a hindrance to be around. You were only a distraction to Qiqi, and more importantly, a bothersome presence to him.

It took all his willpower just to spit such venom from his tongue straight to your face—all his might just to convince you that seeing him is a bad idea. And yet, you still called him a liar.

“You mean none of those words,” you sharply inhaled via short, speechless breaths. He could tell you were breaking down from his hateful speech, but to his guilt, it was exactly what he wanted to see from you. “You’re just trying to drive me away again,” you spat out. You were trying to convince yourself: that fact alone was clear to him. But the longer he stayed quiet despite biting back the truth—biting back that he has fallen so immensely deep in love with you—you began to doubt yourself.

But the moment he watched your figure break down past this storm, he immediately crumbled with a sense of guilt much stronger than any curse he has ever wished upon himself.

Perhaps he was too harsh on you. Archons, perhaps he was too mean—this was exactly why he didn’t deserve you. You deserved better than such a sick, lowly man who could not even live for himself, instead binding his life to save others instead.

But still, even after all his own revelations and realization of his nonexistent self worth…

He was still a greedy, selfish man.

And that selfishness had him running right out of his door and into the pouring rain, not caring at how the sudden cold nipped and picked at his skin, or how the winds beat at his frail body. Not even the Archons could halt such a starvation for salvation—it was the only spark he had left to chase.

In this cold, dreary life—in this cold, dreary day alone—you still shone like the sun under the dim streetlights of Liyue upon this pale grey sky. His body still eased the moment you caught his eye, almost as if your gaze alone had suddenly removed every drop of sickness he self-injected into his own bloodstream, or as if you were the cure he was looking for all his life.

Such selfishness once again had his body fighting from collapsing when he desperately fell into your arms that held him so dearly. And the greed of mankind only snapped when found his lips settled so hopelessly against yours, clinging onto your kiss as if he would die tonight.

Truly, maybe he would. But for now, in your embrace, he feels the strongest he’s ever been since he sold his soul.

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ALHAITHAM. enchanted

Archons, he hated these events, though he had no choice but to attend. No one could ever allow the Acting Grand Sage, even if he held so much spite, to escape the demeaning eyes of Sumerean publicity.

Alhaitham held himself as an independent soul. But this formalwear, this clanging of champagne glasses, this suffocating air—were definitely not so independent nor free.

This hall of aspiring young scholars and old men, all in one exhibit for the sake of research and networking. Academics is what they acclaim, but the Acting Grand Sage may be too thick of a personality for them (if he had one at all). But the only thing keeping his eyes open from boredom, quite surprisingly a person, was you.

You, who looked young compared to these much older alumni and long-time scholars. And it was truly you, out of the many faces in this room, who he could not name.

Your eyes met from across the room. Such a sliver of a chance—his eyes whispered a curious glance from the opposite wall among this dreary sea of scholars. There was a spark graced by the Electro Archon, perhaps; or maybe even a gush of wind from the God of Anemo. But every sense of composure was lost when his body moved on its own, walking himself closer and closer just to meet you.

It begins with hello; it always does. It continues with quick remarks, with “I’ve never seen you before,” and with “Have we met?” And soon enough, he feels like he’s in school again. He feels a flutter he has not known in years, an urge to talk quicker than he can think. The crinkle at the corner of your eyes has him immersed in amazement. The sole fact that you can crack a smile at him; a smile that wasn’t fake politeness like all these scholars.

For some reason unbeknownst to him, that expression of yours alone had his feet glued to the floor, like you’ve trapped him in such an engaging conversation he desperately could not let go. It was a forcibly dreadful night—you turned it flawlessly enchanting in a way that you read to him like a book, all in which he could not put you down once he begins.

And once the event ends, and he is forced to leave you so soon, he watches you walk away with an expression that he himself could not even read.

Wonderstuck.

He would never notice the light tint on his face, staining his cheeks all the way home.

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CHILDE. cruel summer

Left foot, right foot, tiptoe, right foot—hold the counter, hold the wall, hold the rail all the way up the steps… He’s got this.

One step down the hall, another foot down, a third one until he finds a steady rhythm. The room is hazy, the walls are spinning. His head hurts and he feels like a baby taking his first steps, so helpless and unsteady that he almost wants to cry again from exasperated frustration alone. Why was this so hard? Did he really hate himself so much, that he would stagger his way home from the bar like this?

One hand on the door, turn the knob, and—

Ah. He dropped his keys so loudly on the floor.

You woke up with a start from the bedside, immediately turning to him wide-eyed in both starling surprise from the noise, and more importantly, concern. He didn’t mean to wake you. He hated feeling guilty, but it was the exact feeling that crept up his spine once he saw the devastated look on your face. Frenzied eyes and dark circles—clearly you had stayed up just to wait for him, too.

“Ajax,” you voiced—a tone full of worry and heavy exhaustion, God, he felt so horrible. “Oh, Ajax, come here.”

As much as he didn’t like it when you cared for him like this, he was not immune to the sounds of your calling. His shaky legs carried him immediately, as if the alcohol in his system was pulling him towards you, too. “I’m fine,” he barely stuttered out. It was a claim he had to make immediately, a sign he was desperate to reassure you.

Your eyes grew heavier, though he did not know if they were lidded from concern or from sleepiness. Either way, he practically melted from the touch of your palms resting against his cheeks. So warm, but a much more pleasant warmth than the burning summer air that he just walked in, all the way home with a liquor-dazed mind.

“Have you been crying…?” Ah, and that was why your eyes were narrow—they were squinting at the sorry stains of tears that lined his cheeks. He forgot to wipe them, it seemed. It was almost laughable.

“No, just sweat from the heat.”

Crying over you… He’d never let you know that. To cry, to bleed, to die—you would never be the first person he tells.

“You reek of liquor…” Quite disgustingly so, he thinks. And yet, you still held his face so fondly, moving his head in such a gentle manner as you swiped his tear stains with the pads of your thumbs.

He stayed silent. He had no answer to this one.

“I love you,” he mutters, though it’s a confession nevertheless. And he says it so sadly—so miserably that you couldn’t help but sigh. He hates it, too. He hates it when you sigh. Because when you sigh, it means you’ll just let it go; No matter how many lies he tells, or how many times he cries, or how many secrets he keeps, you’ll still accept him like always.

“I love you, too.” And that was the worst line he’s ever heard.

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KAVEH. foolish ones

“Oh, woe is me…” Loves me, loves me not, loves me… “Did you happen to see anything in the mailbox?”

His roommate stared. “Go check it yourself.”

Kaveh heavily sighed. He couldn’t; He physically could not bear to do it. It’s not that he was lazy to get up, no. The real issue was the genuine grief he would feel when he opened the mailbox, only to see nothing inside. No special gifts, no romantic letters, and absolutely no confessions of love signed with your name.

It was embarrassing, really. To feel this dramatic and obsessed with words of admiration from you—oh, especially when Alhaitham found out about this whole lovesick ordeal. But he could not help his mind from just imagining it: the reflection of himself in your eyes as you finally confess your feelings of passion and love for him (feelings that didn’t exist, feelings he merely imagined you having, all so pathetically).

But he’s so weird, and he’s so terrible. To imagine a fabled life with you when you probably did not think about him this same way. How foolish. Did you daydream about him like he daydreamed about you every night before he slept? Did you think about him like he thought about you every time he sees your favorite color in the passing? Did you wait at your mailbox like he waited for any letters from you? No. No, you didn’t.

And he’s cried, quite humiliatingly. He’s cried that the perfect life he could picture himself having with you at his side would never be a reality. He’s cried a downpour of tears, simply because he allowed himself to be so caught up in a delusion that was so sick of him to conjure up.

“Are you free for dinner tonight?”

“So sorry Kaveh, I already have plans…”

Plans with someone else. No wonder you hadn’t written him any messages, or contacted him in a while. That… was not the scenes he had in his head. His imaginations, his hopes, his dreams—they did not have someone else in them. For someone he was so hopelessly in love with, he felt so much hurt. A foolish lesson to be learned by a foolish romantic.

In the end, he’d just be talking himself to sleep again. He’d just smile at the sight of you flourishing. Without him, your world will go on turning. A world full of reciprocated love and devotion, one that he would never know.

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RAIDEN EI. you belong with me

The Raiden Shogun was self-destructive. No more than a few people knew of such a fact, but she was certainly one of them.

Because if she cared for her own wellbeing, truly, then she would not fall for selfish desires. Nor, would she be here now, sitting next to you outside a sliding screen in her private gardens of Tenshukaku, sipping your favorite tea and hearing your sweet voice ramble about something so unpleasant to her ears. If she prioritized her own emotions, then maybe she’d be living in blissful ignorance right now instead of listening to your woes over a lover… A lover that was not her.

“And then, she teases me,” you complained, though it was clear you hated it. You didn’t like whining about your partner, which was a good thing—but it made Ei feel sick, because it meant you really loved that woman. “I know she does that all the time, and I just need to get used to it,” you continued, “but sometimes, it gets too much, and she still doesn’t stop.”

But I wouldn’t do that to you, the archon thinks to herself. And suddenly, the tea isn’t as appetizing anymore, because her own words felt drilled onto her tongue, forever forbidden to speak aloud.

“Miko… Has always been like that,” Ei quietly admits instead. She doesn’t want to insult your lover, for that same person was also her own friend. She wanted to be supportive, but it was impossible when she was so in love with you, that she spent every second of each passing day just wishing she was in Miko’s place instead.

“Yeah… But—still, I mean…” You sighed, coming to a loss for words to describe the pink haired shrine maiden. “Is it really so hard to ask just for her to understand how I’m feeling…?” you whined in what seemed like genuine distress. Your face sunk into your hands, and it took all of Ei’s willpower just to keep her respective distance from a romantically taken friend.

But I understand how you feel, Ei once again thinks. She feels so dirty of a friend for comparing herself like this. I understand you better than she will ever.

“Ei…” you muttered. She almost chokes from the way you say her name. “What should I do…?”

Be with me, instead. “Don’t cry over something, or someone, you cannot control. It’s possible your personalities are just not fit for each other, you know.”

“But I love her, Ei…”

Ouch.

She clears her throat, recovering from sharp breath of air she just inhaled. A part of her just broke in that moment, and it was so obvious, too—her expression quickly changed, her body became stiff, her balance suddenly shifted, and yet…

You noticed none of it. Your head was too clouded over love for another woman that was not her; So clouded, in fact, you did not notice the way Ei almost began to tremble. The misery you carried only crafted tenfold for the archon, eternally unbeknownst to you.

But you don’t belong to her, anyways. So why was she crying?

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gtgbabie0 · 1 year

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✧My precious boy✧

{Your son is an ugly reminder of the boy Aemond used to be}

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Aenys wasn’t like his brothers, he was more reserved preferring to sit by himself in the library reading about dragons and old Valyria, the boy was only seven yet he knew more about the histories of Westeros then than his siblings.

He had an impeccable talent with the brush, painting beautiful pictures of whatever was on his mind, he often spoke through them more than actual words you found.

Aenys however was dragon-less and often missed out on sword practice much to Aemond’s dismay, “He is seven and has yet even tried to acquaint himself with a dragon let alone even visited the dragon pit” your husband sighs in frustration his arms wrap around your waist bringing your back into his chest.

He stands behind you in contemplation taking in the warmth of your soft body, eye patch discarded somewhere within the room, “Perhaps you should talk to him” you smile taking one of his hands and pressing a meaningful kiss to his knuckles before he moves away from your warmth.

The horrible truth is that Aemond doesn’t know how to talk to Aenys, his youngest son, he doesn’t know to stop seeing his own reflection deep within his child how to stop the burning hate that seems the spread across his skin whenever he looks Aenys in the eyes, the remainder of himself almost taunts Aemond in ways he couldn’t describe, and he hates himself for it.

A horrifying reminder of all Aemond used to be, a fragile, scared little boy who was in desperate need of a gentle loving mother, clinging to her side whenever he felt less than others, and a father that he needed who could show him right from wrong teach him how to be strong so he needn’t clutch at his mother’s dress.

He hates the guilt that drowns his heart whenever he looks at his youngest son, how he wishes he didn’t feel such anguish towards his boy.

He doesn’t reply to your suggestion instead he hums quietly, “Mother!— Mother!” You smile at Aenys who comes running around the corner with a very tired knight following behind him, “Look! I painted this for grandsire” he beams with a huge smile splayed across his face small specs of paint staining his hands and cheeks.

He shows you a beautiful painting of Balerion flying amongst clouds during sunrise, “Oh my precious boy, this is wonderful” a sense of pride blooms in your chest as you look down at your son holding his artwork, “I’m sure Viserys would love this my dear” you smile pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

You glance back at Aemond who isn’t even looking, “My dear isn’t this amazing?” You tug on Aemond’s sleeve trying to catch his attention but you get nothing just a simple ‘hmm’ before he walks away leaving your son with a disappointed smile.

“Don’t worry sweetie, I’m sure your father is very impressed” you tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, “Let’s go take this to Viserys, Hmm?” You suggest as Aenys nods his head enthusiastically, you take his small hand in yours leading him to the king's bed-chambers.

“Aemond, would it kill you to at least try and talk to him? He is your son— he is your blood” you beg, the hour is late and you’re tired but you can’t let another day go by where Aenys is met with isolating silence from his own father, “Please Aemond” it’s a final desperate plea, looking at him as you thread your fingers through his soft hair.

He looks at you with a concern painted over his sharp face moving from your gentle touch, “My sons will learn how to wield sword and shield, my sons will ride dragons, they will become warriors”

Frustration creeps up on you lighting your skin on fire.

“Aenys is no son of mine” it’s a painful thing to say, and the words catch in Aemond’s throat leaving a horrid taste in his mouth.

You look at him with disgust in your eyes and it sends a cold shiver through Aemond's lean body, “How dare you.” You whisper through gritted teeth your nails digging crescent shapes into your palm, “He looks up to you Aemond, it would break his heart to hear you speak like this— talk to your son” you sigh in frustration and there’s an uncomfortable feeling that wedges itself between you and your husband.

“TELL ME HOW!” He screams desperation straining his voice as his eye well up with tears that carry a mean mixture of guilt and anger, “Tell me how— how can I talk to him without feeling hate coursing through my body” his voice trembles, and you’re left in shock.

“And what exactly do you mean by that Aemond?— I would be very careful with your next words if I were you” he looks at you hurt very evident on his face.

Aemond sighs heavily sitting by you on the bed you move away from him slightly, “When I look at him all I see is myself— I am reminded of the things they used to say about me, their laughter mocking me-“ he trails off hands running through his hair, “- I can not stop seeing myself within all, all the terrible memories” he doesn’t make eye contact with you far to scared of your reaction.

“Aemond, you fool— of course, you will see yourself in him, he is your son” you shift closer to him, “Aenys thinks that you hate him for no good reason, and you need to fix that Aemond because I will not stand by and watch anyone, especially his own father treat him with anything other than kindness and respect” You kiss his cheek before standing from the bed.

Aemond looks up at you with curiosity, “There is more to bond over your son with than swords and strength, talk to him about old Valyria, teach him high Valyrian take him to see the dragons, you have more in common than you allow yourself to believe. Talk to your son Aemond, do not take after your father" And with that, you walk out of the room leaving your husband confused and hurt with much to think about.

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☾⋆AN// another piece I found in the depths of my notes app that I’m currently trying to clean up, anyway I hope you enjoyed it!! <3

Requests are open btw! <3

#aemond targaryen #prince aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond x y/n #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond x you #aemond targaryen imagine #hotd fanfic #hotd x reader #hotd imagine #hotd x you #hotd x y/n #hotd aemond #aemond imagine #prince aemond

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circeyoru · 2 months

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Hello~ Small thing but I’ve been thinking about Alastor in the Unwanted Soul series trying to get Reader to sing and dance with him. I feel like Reader would refuse to do that stuff but sometimes he catches them humming, especially anime OSTs lol. He doesn’t know what song it is but he’s happy to hear it anyway.

OH OH AND HE’D BE REALLY HAPPY IF THEY ABSENTMINDEDLY HUMMED A SONG HE’S PLAYED AROUND THE HOUSE BEFORE. He’d be so touched, like, they like the music he likes lol. Even better if they heard the song between him and Vox over the radio/TV and was humming that or any other song Alastor sang.

Sorry, just wanted to talk about that cuz obviously music and singing is really big in Hell and Alastor clearly loves that stuff. He’d be psyched if Reader enjoyed his songs or joined in with him but it’s highly unlikely Reader would actually sing or dance with him. I love this series and I agree with the other Anon that this is my favorite series. I keep checking your blog for updates. Thank you for writing for us!

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {Unwanted Souls}

I'm literally treating these asks as trivia. Interesting but too small of a part to put in the story.

But, thanks for your words! Really!! I'm happy writing these parts and answering your questions for this! I can't stop saying that I never expected this series to blow up like this. so THANK YOU guys again!! (I need to learn more 'thank you' words...)

Back to the ask.

Now Reader/you are something that has a thing for music. There's no specific type you like but if it vibes with you, you like it. You're aware that Hell's a musical place, you got quite the shock when Lucifer first sang to you when he was trying to convince you to live. Yeah, awkward...

You just accepted it afterwards.

Ho ho, you hum and sing. On the spur of the moment. You even dance too, your memories good that you can replicate dance moves after vibing with the song and dance chorepgraphy. You did it anytime at home.

That is, before Alastor came into your life.

You kept these to yourself, or you would shut the door and ward off Alastor with your pages. Then you can do it. Sing and dance. But, of course, Alastor knew this little habit of yours and didn't point it out so he could enjoy it without you taking more measures to hide it. You hum in front of him, while he doesn't know what music you were humming, he enjoys it altogether.

This breaks when Alastor gives you his soul. It was a somewhat normal day, the trigger point was you putting your foot down and telling (not asking) him to leave. He just breaks off into a song, specifically *Stalker's Tango*. Take it as an intimidation tactic, but he was being very convincing. You were aware of his love for you and want for your attention, so it wasn't scary but annoying to you. (hope you guys read part 4 already) You return his declaration with a song of your own *I Can't Decide*, you accepted his soul to show him his mistake, not knowing that it was his plan for you to care for him.

Yeah, Alastor was eating it all up. The fact that you counter with a song too. Music to his ears. The fact that you were thinking this much about him. It's good. A good start.

You know how his radio could talk and play tracks (in the pilot)? Now Alastor plays romantic songs here and there in your home, though careful not to drown out your videos and music. He did a double take when he heard a double of the songs he was playing, it came from your room, then there was your soft humming. He'd lean against the wall next to your door and listen with a fond smile. He was aware that you could more easily do things on your own, like searching up the songs he played without asking him, then here you were enjoying it in secret. He won't say a word, treating it a secret between you two.

Alastor gave you a radio that connects to his staff, sometimes letting you listen in on the songs and as a way of communication. You only knew that when you heard his reprise of Charlie's *Inside Every Demon Is A Rainbow*, you won't admit to Alastor that his version was better and more accurate. You were actually hooked on *Stayed Gone* and hummed it a few times, especially Alastor's ending verse. You and Alastor reenacted the whole song when he was allowed to visit you, but since Alastor was interested to see you singing his verses, you sang his parts and Alastor sang Vox's. It was heaven-sent. He was somewhat offended that you liked *Hell's Greatest Dad* though, cause you were more hooked on Lucifer's beginning verse.

Now though, Alastor asks for your hand to sway a bit. You comply and Alastor would be humming some song, he makes an effort to take an interest in your songs because you were secretive on your interest. He tries (and purposely fails) on singing your songs, then you'd be correcting him and teaching him with a teasing side smile. He doesn't care for the songs and music, he cares that you like them.

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adoresia · 10 months

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Pairing : e42 Miles x FemHaitian!reader

Synopsis : You teach Miles how to kompa.

Sierra speaks : I was thinking of requesting this to another writer, but i was like nah, ima do my own thing ima right it myself 😋 I love Kompa so much (im not Haitian but im Congolese its close enough) it was so hard trying to explain how to kompa but alas.. enjoy pookiewookies !

Warnings ❕: Intimate dancing, kissing, slightly (? suggestive, cuss words, a sprinkle of spanish (im not spanish do correct me 🥲 using what i learnt last year), also not that proof read i skimmed through it. tell me if i missed out anything !

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You sat in your swivel chair, decorated with pink faux fur and a curved lumbar support to rest your back on. The chair swung gently back and forth while you talked to Miles on the phone.

The face-time call had reached about 30 minutes, it was now 1:30pm in the afternoon and you did not really have any plans for the day so you stay stuck with the fact that you two would be conversing all day.

“What are your plans for today mami?”

“I don’t know baby, I was just gonna stay on the phone to you all day I honestly ain got nothing else to do soo.” you shrugged, almost choking on your words trying to get it all out in one breath.

“lentamente mami you boutta drown in your own words.”

“Ughhh im sooo bored.” you pushed your chair away from your chair gliding backwards and stood up stretching your arms.

“So im boring now?” he questioned sarcastically.

“Nooo Milo, you know what i meant.” You pouted jokingly while going to play some music on your tv.

Miles watched intently while you typed the name of the song into your tv, finally searching it up and clicking on the first video that popped up.

“Whatchu playin on yo tv?”

“Just a song, i feel like dancing.” you said swaying your hips as you walked backwards.

“i could watch you do this allll dayyy.” Miles said with a grin on his face, you laughed at him.

You began to whine to the song, turning around. Your waistline moving in circles like water. The stringed beads that laid on your hips followed the pattern of your movements as you slowly lowered down the the floor with your arms either side of you.

Your boyfriend’s glued onto your waist, you span around quickly catching him staring at you so intensely.

“Miles stop staring at me nd-“

“What am i not allowed to stare at you now too?” He smirked, cutting you off.

“I was gonna say come over so you dont have to stay staring through a screen, but now you can stay your ass at home.” You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Nah im on my way baby, then I can watch you dance f’me.”

“really? what if I teach you to Kompa instead.”

“Say no more . I wanna see you do that dance again though, when i get there.”

Miles wasted no time slipping his shoes on and kissing his mom goodbye on the cheek before speed walking through 2 blocks to your house.

He texted your phone stating he was a few steps away from your front porch and you ran to your front door with a huge smile plastered on your face while you opened it.

“Miloooooo!!” You screamed, spreading your arms out so he could come and pick you up. You loved when he picked up, especially in his puffer jacket.

“Heyy baby.” He gave you a quick peck on the lips before picking you up. You swung your legs around his waist, bear-hugging him.

He closed the door behind the both of you and took off his shoes leading you to your bedroom and dropping you onto your bed.

“Where yo moms at?”

“Why cause you came here for her or for me?” you rolled your eyes flopping back into your bed.

“Don’t be like that ma, you aint tell me you were here on your own. I woulda been here earlier if I knew.”

“She just went grocery shopping Milo, she’ll be back.”

“Aight. You finna dance f’me then?” He laid back in your chair manspread. His elbows laid on your desk behind him.

“Oh right! watch the hips, you’ll needa learn this bit..” You restarted to music and threw the remote on your bed.

Miles licked his lips squinting at you with hooded eyes.

“Watch the hips…” You began whine again. This time you started off with a ‘tik tok’ motion, slowly moving into a slow circular motion with your hips. Your waist-beads moving along with you which made it all more intriguing for Miles.

You brought your hands to your hips caressing your shape up until you reached the sides of your stomach and came to a stop.

Miles was visibly in love with the way your hips moves so swiftly and like water. His eyes stayed stuck to your waist even after you stopped.

“Damn ma, youn tell me you could do all that.”

“Well now you know, and im finna teach you.. now get up i wanna show you how to kompa with me.”

You pulled Miles by his arm taking his puffer jacket off and throwing it onto your bed.

“Right first gimme your hands” You held your hands out to Miles as he placed both of his in yours. You lowered them down to sit on your waist.

“mmmm i like this already.”

“Shutup Miles.” You grinned at him

“Then.. i place my arms around your neck… like so.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and held your other arm with your hand since he basically towered over you.

“Now you look at me.”

“This is easy, I could look at you all day.”

“Miles stop, you can compliment me later.”

You brought his head down to lean against yours, he stared right into your eyes making your knees almost buckle. You tried to divert your gaze elsewhere so you could regain focus.

“Your meant to look at me back. Right? Eyes on me mami.” He lifted his hand up from your waist to tour chin, averting your gaze from the floor to his eyes. You felt as if you were going to collapse with the way he started so deeply into your soul.

“You lucky im holding onto you, you look like you abour to collapse.”

“Miles.”

“Right, sorry baby.” he stiffled a laugh

For the next hour you continued to teach Miles as you guided his hands and hip movements with your waist.

“And thenn… turn.”

You slowly spun around both still holding onto eachother, swaying your hips to the music.

“Yeahhh.” You slid your arms down to his shoulders grinning at him, ecstatic that he was learning so fast.

“Now here comes the hard part.” You returned to the same position, this time swaying your hips into his instead of side to side.

“Oh shitt.” Miles lost all composure staring down at your hips grinding into his at a rhythmic pace. Your cheeks begin to heat up as you smile a little at what he said.

“You can do that right? same time.”

“Shit, of course I can.”

Miles spun you around, then closing the gap between the two of you. Your body pressing gently against his, fit like a jigsaw piece.

Your hips both meeting in the middle while you swayed them into eachother, both looking into each-others eyes as Miles held onto either side of your waist guiding it into his.

[ visual : https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJ4eeBRc/ ]

You were both absorbed im each-others gaze not even realising the music had finished, and you continued for the next half an hour. Dancing in each others embrace.

After a while had passed you pulled away from miles.

“Fuck, ian know you were so good at kompa Milo? I woulda taught you ages ago.”

“Not better than you baby, lost all composure when your hips collided with mine.”

He made it to your waist before pulling you in for a kiss, bringing you as close to him as he could while deepening the kiss as you giggled. While his breath mingled with yours, your tongues danced over one another. When he intentionally nipped your lower lip, you let out a gentle whine pulling away.

“Fuck I love you so much.”

Extra :

— reader calls miles ‘milo’ because it works well with her Haitian accent

— Miles is actually a really good dancer

— Your mom came back from the supermarket ages ago, she watched you both dance in your room with a smile on her face.

— you had Miles dancing kompa with his pillow when he got home

“Miles? the fuck are you doing…” Uncle Aaron walked in on Miles waist dancing with his pillow.

“Yoo wtf, youn never heard of knocking?” Miles threw the pillow as far away as he could, dusting himself off.

“Ian even gonna ask mane.” Uncle Aaron shook his head with a laugh, closing the door in reverse.

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Anonymous: students finding out Principal weems is married to the eccentric art/science teacher who just so happens to be related to wednesday

Excellent! I love this prompt. Let’s get into it!

You love teaching at Nevermore. It’s a great school and you get to be near your wife, Larissa, and Wednesday, your niece. You teach various science classes, but you also teach art. You’re very knowledgable about both subjects.

Today, you are teaching a chemistry lab and all is going well… For a while, at least.

“So, as you can see, when I mix a bit of this powder into the solution, a chemical reaction occurs,” You demonstrate. However… Something doesn’t look quite right. “Uhh… Wait, maybe I added the wrong thing. I don’t think-” Before you can finish, you are interrupted by a HUGE explosion.

Students begin to scream and freak out… You do too.

“Out of the lab, everybody! Out!” You shout. You easily throw Wednesday, who is the closest to you, over your shoulder and run out of the classroom like a bat out of hell. The beaker you were just using starts spewing and leaking all over the floor… That’s going to cause some problems.

Meanwhile, Larissa is having a nice cup of tea in her office. For like 5 seconds. The sound of shrieking teenagers throughout the halls drowns out any hope she had for a reprieve. She quickly bolts to her office door and sees throngs of students running away from the direction of your classroom. Oh, great. She should have known that only you would be able to cause a disruption of this magnitude. She sighs before she begins to make her way to the lab.

“Don’t worry, everybody! I’ve got it all under control. Gather around,” You say to the class, now slightly more calm… But now carrying Wednesday around like a security blanket. Your pride has taken quite a nosedive and you need a little moral support right now. You pace for a minute while the class reforms, and Wednesday dangles off your shoulder, as you try to come up with a plan. The scene actually looks pretty funny… With or without context.

Larissa, however, is not finding the humor. She can see more of the chaos for herself as she approaches and spots you. She quirks an eyebrow in confusion as she sees you toting Wednesday around like a rag doll. What the hell? You look really spooked. She desperately wants to step in and take charge of this bizarre-looking situation, but, she decides to hang back and see how you handle whatever’s going on. In the past, you’ve been a bit… Irresponsible? Helpless? But, maybe you’ll surprise her today. This might be a good way for you to learn a lesson or two.

“So, what are we supposed to do now, genius?” Wednesday gripes at you, bringing your attention to the present.

Eugene suddenly brightens at her question. “Can we talk about bees, Y/N?!”

You and the other students huff. “No, Eugene,” You say and finally put Wednesday down, feeling your heart rate even out. You bring a hand to your chin in thought. “Well, I guess the most important thing we should do now is try to keep Principal Weems from finding out…” You mutter.

Larissa clenches her teeth in annoyance at this.

“Wait! Who can come up with a really good lie?” You ask the kids.

Xavier immediately raises his hand, but Enid shoves his arm down and shakes her head disapprovingly at him.

Larissa rolls her eyes. Of course you would try to hide this from her. She loves you so much, but you are way too predictable. She clears her throat loudly and you and the students’ heads snap in her direction.

Larissa comes forward and places her hands on her hips. “Would anyone like to fill me in about what is going on?”

The entire class silently points at you… Traitors.

You gulp nervously as Larissa’s eyes shift to you. “Hehe, just a science experiment, gorgeous?” You say, unsure of yourself.

Enid’s cheeks flush at your term of endearment for Larissa. “Y/N! Don’t be so forward!” She scolds.

Bianca just smirks and crosses her arms. “Power move, Y/N. I like your guts,” She says.

Larissa’s cheeks are burning at this exchange. “Y/N, we are working. Right now, I’m acting as your boss, not your wife. Set a good example for the children,” She says.

“WIFE?!” The entire class screeches.

“What the fuck?! You two are married?!” Xavier shouts.

“Mr. Thorpe! Language!” Larissa disciplines.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I wanna talk about this instead of bees!” Eugene chirps.

Larissa flushes. “Mr. Ottinger, I-”

“I just can’t wrap my head around it. Weems really fell for this dumbass?” Xavier pipes up again in shock and gestures to you.

“Mr. Thorpe, I thought I just said-!” Larissa tries to interject.

“Hey, I’m not that stupid, Xavier!” You spout.

“I was the flower girl at their wedding,” Wednesday says and shrugs her shoulders.

The students collectively lose their minds at this.

“I bet the ceremony was beautiful!” Enid gushes.

“Yeah, if Y/N didn’t make a total fool of themself, it probably was pretty nice,” Bianca nods.

Enid excitedly squeals. “I wonder how Y/N proposed!” She muses.

“ENOUGH!” Larissa fumes, a huge blush on her cheeks.

You and the students flinch at the amplitude of her voice and shut up. She seems really pissed.

“Everyone, I want you to wait in the library and study until your next class period. Off you go,” Larissa directs, leaving no room for argument.

The class grumbles but quickly disperses, leaving you and Larissa alone.

You turn to her and scratch the back of your head nervously. “Are you mad, babe?” You ask.

Larissa pinches the bridge of her nose, feeling a headache coming on. However, she takes a deep breath before she places a gentle kiss on your lips.

You feel a bit more at ease due to her actions… Until she finally speaks. “You’re sleeping on the couch tonight, my sweet,” She says simply and walks off.

Damn it. You’re in the doghouse now…

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okay so i love to crochet and i was wondering how you think the bachelors would react to like a handmade crocheted gift? like can you imagine giving harvey like a knit sweater or something like 🥰🥰

🪼🪼

omg as an AVID crochet lover myself, this is so cute. when i’m not writing i’m literally crocheting.

contains ; established relationship. fluff. gn!farmer, gender non-specified. drabble. this is lowkey sloppy but i haven’t posted in a few days & i wanted to post something lol. also i love crochet UGH this idea was so cute😭😭

i just imagine the first time they come over to your little cottage, they’re just observing the place absentmindedly while talking with you. the large blanket dangling over the couch, the potted plant hanging from the ceiling, the mug rugs on the tables. some notice it more then others (harvey & elliott lmfao) but otherwise they’re leaning against your crochet pillow without a deeper thought.

it’s probably not until you’re relaxing together, around the second or third time hanging out at your house when he looks over and you’re sitting cross-legged beside him, hunched a bit, crocheting so effortlessly it almost looks like you aren’t even paying attention to it.

“you made this?” he asks, shocked at how quickly you’re able to.

“hm? yeah, you didn’t know?” you laugh, now a little more self-aware of how your hands move, looking up at him.

sam would be starstruck, and now all of a sudden he stops caring about what’s playing on the tv and he’s asking you all sorts of questions about the hobby.

seb and shane would find it interesting, for sure. seb might even wanna learn it, he has long fingers & it’d be so easy for him. and shane would act super impartial aside from his initial comments, but he’s constantly looking over and watching you silently LMFAO.

dare i say alex is familiar with it, being it was probably a common hobby of evelyn’s that he’d be used to using her projects for comfort. maybe even his mom used to crochet a bunch, and he’d just sit and watch, mesmerized as a little kid.

harvey and elliott, however, would be so enthusiastic about it. they’d think it was so cool, especially harvey considering he finally learns you have a hobby that keeps you in the safety of your own home and away from danger LMFAOO.

but they’re all interested in the same thing, “what do you know how to make?”

“a lot, to be honest. i’ve got a few sweaters in my closet, but they aren’t necessarily the most comfortable to wear when i’m working.” you chuckle, continuing on the large blanket currently draped over both you and your boyfriend’s lap.

it’s almost hypnotizing them, while you talk, they’re leaning closer and closer.

i know they’d all be excited when you send them home with one of your smaller projects, despite it being an indirect gift. they’re still looking at it with the knowledge that you handmade it all on your own.

so when it’s a few weeks or months later, they’re much-acquainted with this hobby of yours because they’re constantly drowning in those blankets every time they come over—when you ask them, “what size shirt do you normally wear?” it doesn’t register why you’d possibly be asking that in their mind.

that’s not until their individual birthdays show up, and you’re beaming with a perfectly wrapped box in your hand.

“you didn’t have to get me anything,” he smiles all cliche, taking the box in his hands.

“oh hush and just open it.”

it’s much to his pleasure to rip the wrapping paper off, opening the box to see the softest knit sweater laying perfectly folded right in front of his eyes.

“did you make this?”

“maybe,” you drawl. “do you like it?”

he lifts it up, watching it unfold to it’s full length. it was made with thicker yarn, definitely something intended for winter. it was almost instinct for him to press it against his chest, even more so when you reach to stretch the arms over his own to see if your measurements were right.

“i love it, it’s so soft. when did you make this?” he asks, because now that he thinks about it, he doesn’t even remember seeing this anywhere in your house.

“a couple weeks ago. i just kept it in my drawer. do you want to try it on?”

you don’t have to ask him twice; he’s throwing it over his t-shirt, a little more carefully then he’s ever put on any other item of clothing. before he turns to the mirror, he faces you with a little grin.

“you look handsome. i knew that color would like nice on you.” you smile, giving him exactly what he wanted to hear while looking him up and down.

when you gesture towards the mirror, he takes a look on his own. maybe it’s because you made it, and it was a gift from you, but suddenly—this is his new favorite sweater.

because someway somehow you got his perfect measurements, the sleeves cuffing right at his wrists, the hem perfectly braided right along where the waistband of his pants start, and, you were right. that color does look nice on him.

he spends the rest of that evening with it on, not even bothering to take it off because it feels just like his favorite blanket of yours.

it’s an even bigger plus when you slide your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek against the soft material as another excuse to give him a hug—probably the biggest advantage to his new favorite sweater.

and believe me, months will pass, even more sweaters will be gifted, yet; he’ll continue to show up at your door for another date night, cozily snug in his favorite present he’s ever received.

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sirianasims · 19 days

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Chapter 43.4

The skies are darkening as I walk home from the food stall, carrying what is – despite the time – technically my breakfast. Hot steam is wafting up from the flimsy plastic bags in my hand, warming my cold fingers.

I’m still not used to San Myshuno’s seasons, but Samara told me that it’s unusually cold for being this late in Spring. In a way, it feels like the city has decided to match my mood, as if the dark and dreary weather is being sympathetic to how I feel.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and a robotic voice jarringly interrupts a sad love ballad to flatly announce that dad is calling. I sigh and tap my headphones, he’ll just call again later if I don’t pick up now.

“Hey, honey!”

My father’s voice is warm and comforting like a blanket, and I can hear faint birdsong and the rustling of the trees in the backyard. I briefly wish I could just move back home and be a kid again and leave all the worries to my parents.

“Hi, dad. How are you guys? House still standing?”

“We’re good, Kieran and Liam are busy worrying about prom so it’s been unusually quiet. Oh, and speaking of standing, Grayson can stand by himself now. He can even take a few steps as long as he’s holding on to something.”

He sounds so proud, almost as if he was the one learning to walk.

“Aww, he’s getting so big! Next thing you know, you’ll all be chasing him around the house every time they visit.”

“I’ll make sure to have your mother send you some pictures of him when I get back inside. She’s busy in the kitchen, Griffin and Daria are coming over for dinner. But how are you? We barely hear from you these days.”

“Oh, you know, I’m really busy with work and hanging out with people and such. I’ve just been out shopping for dinner, and then I’m seeing a friend later.”

I hear him hesitate, like he can tell that I’m lying.

“Alright. That sounds good. We’ve been a little worried about you. And especially today…”

“I know, it was really rough in the beginning, but I swear I’m doing fine, I-”

My voice breaks and I stop in the middle of the sidewalk and take a deep breath to get it under control.

“Oh, honey. Listen, sometimes relationships don’t work out, no matter how much you love each other. I can see where Paul was coming from, and your mother and I have been worried that you’d feel pressured into something you weren’t ready for. So I want you to know that we’re really impressed that you’re staying true to yourself. It can be… very hard to do the right thing when you love someone, I know that. So I’m proud of you.”

“I just miss him so much, dad.”

“I know. But maybe you don’t really miss Paul. Maybe you just miss a version of him in your head that he failed to live up to. If Paul Romeo was really so perfect, he wouldn’t have made my daughter so sad.”

My father reminds me to take care of myself and I promise to call more often before I end the call and pick up the pace slightly just as the rain starts falling.

I manage to make it home before getting too wet, but it’s still a relief to step inside the warm apartment.

My laptop sits on the dining table, and I eye it warily as if the deluge of messages could somehow escape containment and drown me.

I unpack my food and try to ignore the state of my kitchen. I don’t have the energy to deal with it right now, so I just kick off my shoes and take my food to the couch as usual.

I text Marten and eat a few bites while I wait. He replies almost instantly and within minutes, he’s online. It’s becoming my favourite part of the day.

We play for a few hours, and I almost forget to be sad. Marten never mentions Paul, he just talks about normal things like what the other guys in his fraternity are up to, his studies, new games he’d like to play. Easy topics. He’s also good at carrying the conversation when I’m quiet, like tonight.

Marten probably doesn’t even know what day it is today, and somehow that makes it easier.

Eventually, though, he has to leave. He tends to go to bed early, even on weekends, and I promise him to get some sleep too. My barely touched food has congealed into a solid cube in the box and I leave it on the table and try to decide how to spend the rest of the night. As if I don’t already know.

Finally, I give in.

I open my laptop, ignoring the notifications about the thousands of unread messages. I thought the sudden influx of hate-mail was bad when my relationship with Paul was discovered, but it has been nothing compared to after the news of the breakup.

I know I shouldn’t, know I’m just picking at the wounds, but my fingers move on their own, out of habit, and pure muscle memory is making them type Paul’s name into the search bar. All the links are already purple, of course, there is nothing new here, but I still click the first one. It takes me to his Social Bunny profile. Paul was never that active on social media, and his latest post is several weeks old.

I know it by heart.

“In response to the recent speculation, I want to clarify that Julia and I parted ways a while back. She’s an incredibly gifted and wonderful person, and I truly wish the best for her.”

The best.

“But you were the best,” I whisper.

I feel like crying, but it seems like I’ve finally run out of tears, emptied the reservoirs over the last couple of months, and now all that’s left inside of me is dust.

I go back and click the second link, then the third, cycling through the old articles and interviews as if I’m expecting to find something I haven’t seen a hundred times.

Samara and Miranda are probably having drinks at The Rooftop right now. Samara texted me an hour ago, asking me if I was sure I didn’t want to go out with them instead of stalking my ex for once. I replied with another lame excuse. I’ve been avoiding people for so long that it feels like I’ve forgotten how to function in society, like some sort of feral raccoon who only knows how to hide and eat trash.

I’ve gone through all the links. I refresh the search page. Nothing has changed, obviously, but I refresh it again and again, feeling like I’m desperately knocking on his door and trying to be let in. Then I start over at the first link.

“In response to the recent speculation, I want to clarify that Julia and I parted ways a while back. She’s an incredibly gifted and wonderful person, and I truly wish the best for her.”

Samara is right, I can’t keep doing this. It’s crazy. There’s only one thing to do. I move my cursor over the red button and take a deep breath. Then I block his profile before I can change my mind.

As his picture vanishes, the entire screen blurs. It would seem that I still have some tears left.

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anchoeritic · 1 year

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hi i absolutely adore your little blurbs and rockstar!ellie has awakened something

she totally plays every instrument like drums guitar bass and she’s very good with her fingers if you know what i mean

thank you baby!! and i totally agree so here are some hcs.. ♡

• she’s a fucking monster when she plays the drums. likes to be in her own lil world when it comes to playing musical instruments, jamming away to whatever song’s playing in her headphones and matching the beats of the bass. sometimes you’d walk in on one of her sessions and just watch in awe, loving the amount of passion she shows towards her music.

• to add to the drums part: she absolutely loves teaching you as well. having you sat on her lap, putting a drumstick in your hand and letting you play your own stupid beats. “c’mon, play with me.” one hand is firmly gripping over yours while the other is holding onto your hip, making you stay in your place.

• “dunno what to do.” you mumble, looking at all the different drums you could hit. ellie chuckles, digging her face into the crook of your neck. she could hear your breath hitch with every one she took getting closer to you, the hand on your hip itching lower and lower. “y’know what to do, gorgeous.. don’t let me stop you from playin’.” let’s just say it leads to more than just a drum lesson.. by the end of the night, your legs would be wrapped around her waist, begging for her to let you cum just once.

• moving onto guitar/bass; this is the area she feels most comfortable in. not only because she grew up on strumming those very strings, but because her love for the instrument is very, incredibly symbolic to her. she was just like every other little girl, hoping to create something bigger than her dream. hoping for a life without being known as the black sheep. “joel, i don’t understand.” “watch this, kiddo. you got it.” young girl learns guitar from step-dad, crawls out from her shell, and runs along the seashores of the beaches out here in california. there was no easier way to describe her upbringing.

• every time she plays, he is the first thing to come to mind. her win was his and his loss was hers. it was such a beautiful yet disappointing scenario. after the loss of joel, she lost herself. drowning her sorrows away by diving head-first into a body of water filled with badgering sharks, ready to sign her off from being an independent artist. they wanted to get her brand purely just for the money.

• “um, hey?” a new voice. your voice. “sorry, i just wanted to come by and say hi?” blinking a few times, she turned her body to face you, surprised to see a younger looking woman other than a clean-looking businessman waiting to get her on one of those stupid contracts. your smile was the first thing she noticed, and her guitar was the first thing for you. well, her guitar and the sick ass tattoo on her arm. “yeah, yeah, hey.”

• “sorry, let me just—“ “oh, i’m so sorry to burden you—“ ellie stands up to put her guitar away, nearly tripping over her own two feet. you noticed her flushed cheeks once she finally looked up at you under the blinding rays of the sun, her freckles growing warmer too. “hi, i’m ellie.” she smiles back at you awkwardly, brushing away all the fallen strands behind her ear. “i’m y/n. just thought you sounded great, that’s all. i heard you from one of the other rooms.” you sent her a wink. god, it’s been too long since she’s talked to a woman. especially, a pretty one. she didn’t know whether to shake your hand or ask for your number, or— well, you had different plans.

• a hug. she should’ve expected that. it didn’t take long for you to wrap your arms around her stiff figure, warming up to her before she could do so. she felt at peace in your embrace. oh dear, y/n, y/n, y/n. your name was racking up on her brain, engraving into it until she sees you the next time around. little did she know, that was only the beginning of your love story and you’d be travelling across the globe as the rockstar’s girl.

• “you did fuckin’ amazing, holy shit!” you scream, jumping into her arms. she only laughs when you quite literally wrap your body around hers, engulfing her into a tight hug. “you think so?” “god, you know i fuckin’ know so!” she was covered in rose petals and sweat after her concert; your favourite look to date. luckily enough for you, you get to see that shit every night after every single performance. another pro: that’s your rockstar.

#rockstar!ellie #i got so carried away #…..#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams smut #the last of us #the last of us smut

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deakyjoe · 1 year

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Somebody’s Watching Me Part 8

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader (“Sarge”, she/her, British, backstory)

Category: slowburn coworkers to friends to lovers with grumpy x sunshine dynamic/idiots in love

Summary: A slice of heaven is created as you get a glimpse at what could be.

Warnings: smut (18+), PinV, unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it), creampie, riding, praise kink, cum eating, f receiving oral, fingering, swearing/cursing, British terminology/slang, insecurities (light angst but not really), overthinking, children, mask is off, domestic Ghost, Ghost receiving compliments, sexually suggestive talking, Ghost reassures you for once, *** to indicate where smut starts and ends

Word count: 5.6k

A/N: Thank you so much for all the support and praise I got on the last part! This idea has been rattling around in my head for ages and I was going to leave it out but then decided to write it anyway just to see how it came out and here it is. Sorry it took me so long, hope you enjoy! Part 9 here.

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The sudden burning happiness the two of you created was glorious. It almost didn't feel real. It was sudden and unexpected. But there wasn't a single thing in the world that you'd trade for it and you hoped that Simon felt the same. You assumed he did.

And your assumption would be correct. Although, the man would never voice it to you openly. Instead, he showed it through his actions, the way he looked at you and other small things he said. But it was perfect that way. The two of you were happy, and that was all that mattered.

"Y'know... you have the nicest eyes, like, ever!" The two of you were on your sofa. Well, Simon was sat on your sofa and you were on his lap, leg either side of his thighs and facing him. You had your hands on his face, palm on each cheek, to keep him looking at you. You often did this, just sat together content with nothing but the other’s company.

His grip on your hips tightened in warning. He still couldn't take a compliment. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Sarge."

"Oh, please. It's gotten me everywhere. Especially with you." You grinned at him, staring more intensely at his eyes. "They're so dark and warm and... deep. Could just drown in 'em. And your eyelashes. So fair and beautiful."

He huffed, moving his gaze away from you.

"No, no. Eyes on me." You whined, gleeful when he reluctantly looked back at you. "You need to learn how to take a compliment. Because I can't stop."

"And what are you going to do if I don't? Hm?"

You considered it, pondering on what you could possibly say to him that would entice him to learn how to take a compliment. Your fingers tapped mindlessly against the skin of his face as you thought about it.

He pulled your hips further against him to gain your attention. It worked. "I can hear the cogs in your brain turning. You don't need to think that hard to come up with some way to torture me into submission."

With a smirk, you leant towards him. So close that your noses almost touched. "Interesting choice of words there, Simon."

"You know what I mean." He rolled his pretty eyes.

"Yes, I do. Too bad. I'd torture you into submission if you wanted me to." You said in a fake nonchalant voice, focusing your attention behind him on nothing in particular.

He paused, mouth hanging open for a second. "I will keep that in mind."

You smiled at him, going in for a kiss when your phone started ringing. "Oh, for fuck's sake."

"Don't answer it." Simon pleaded with you, trying to guide his lips to yours.

"I have to. It's about tomorrow." You groaned, reaching for it on the other end of the sofa and answering it with an over enthusiastic tone in your voice. "Hey! What's up?"

The day out that you'd promised your friends' kids had finally been organised. You were due to pick them up at nine in the morning the next day, and take them wherever they desired to go. As you usually did. The only difference this time being that you were taking Simon along with you.

"Yes, it's all good. We'll do what we usually do. I'll drive to yours and leave the car. Then I'll use the minivan. It'll be fine. I've done this how many times now? And I'll have Simon with me this time. Extra support. Don't worry so much. I'll keep them safe. It'll be fun. Okay? Yeah? Alright. I'll see you in the morning. Yeah, he's here. She says hi."

Simon just nodded at you as he continued to watch the phone conversation play out, only having access to one end of it.

"Yes, okay. I know. Yep. Alright. Okay. Bye. No, yeah. Fine. Bye. Bye..." You finally got to hang up with an exaggerated sigh, slumping against Simon's chest. "I hope you're prepared for tomorrow."

"Six kids and only two of us? Sounds like a blast." He'd agreed because he didn't want to spend a second away from you anymore, let alone a whole day. Also, the children were nice. He could handle helping look after them for a day.

"It'll be easy peasy. I've been doing it alone for ages. Extra man power now with you means it'll be a breeze. Teamwork, y'know?"

Teamwork.

He smiled. "I know."

"I love it when you smile." Your index finger traced along his lips, outlining the expression of happiness he was showing you.

"Just for you, Sarge." He kissed the pad of your finger, resisting the urge to bite it playfully.

You chuckled quietly, pressing your mouth to his. "I'm so lucky."

"Think I'm the lucky one." He mumbled against your lips.

You pulled away reluctantly. “I suggest we go to bed now if we want to be awake and prepared for tomorrow.”

It wasn’t necessarily early to be going to bed or anything, just that the two of you usually spent your nights talking into the early hours of the morning. Or doing other things…

“Christ, you look as if I just offered to castrate you or something.” You giggled, pushing yourself off of Simon’s lap to stand up. “Come on, I’ll read you a bedtime story.”

“Ha ha.” He laughed sarcastically but took your hand and followed you to the bedroom anyway. He’d been spending every night there since New Year’s Day, only returning home briefly every few days to pick up a fresh set of clothes. Basically, the two of you had barely spent any time apart since he’d kissed you for the first time. And neither of you were complaining.

The two of you got ready for bed silently, standing at the sink together to brush your teeth and removing your dirty clothes from the day to put in the laundry. You crawled into bed together without a word said and assumed the position you took every night - chest to chest with you slightly lower in the bed so you could look up at him and rest your head in the crook of his neck if you needed to. Simon’s arms were wrapped around you, hands tracing patterns against your skin, and your fingers carded through his hair. It was a way for you to seek comfort in the other without having to say anything.

And you often started the day in the same way as you had on New Year’s Day - him spooning you and using the cuddling as the best position to fuck you. It was perfect every time.

Tonight though, the blond man could tell you weren’t as relaxed as usual.

“What’s wrong, Sarge?” He asked, tilting your chin up to look at him. “Hm?”

“Nothing.” You grumbled, hooking your leg over one of his to get as close as possible to him. “Don’t want tomorrow to be too much for you, is all.”

“Ah, so you’re overthinking.” He offered, pressing a kiss to your forehead when you admitted it with a single nod. “Don’t. It’ll be fine.”

“Mhm.” You hummed, still not looking sure.

“You said earlier that it will be a breeze. What changed your mind?” One of his hands curled around the back of your thigh, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

“The kids will be a breeze to look after, they’ll be on their best behaviour.”

“Then what?”

“I’m concerned for you.” You said, averting your eyes from his. “They’ll be energetic and you’re… not. Spending a whole day with them will be exhausting. And I know you get over socialised.”

His heart tugged in his chest at how you were worried about him. He was so absolutely, completely fucked. “It’ll be okay, Sarge. As long as you’re by my side, it’ll be okay.”

You brightened at that. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He confirmed with a lingering kiss, tongue meeting yours to solidify his point further. “Now go to sleep. Long day ahead tomorrow, remember?”

You shook your head, teasing smile on your lips as you wound your arms around the back of his neck. “Nuh-uh. One more.”

He obliged and kissed you again, ignoring the previous statement of “one more” as it turned into many more and eventually led to him on top of you, dog tags dangling in your face.

When you both awoke the next morning to your blaring alarm, you didn’t have time to go about your usual routine of him taking you from behind. And you both hated it as you dragged yourselves out of bed and got ready for the day ahead. Despite the two of you being used to early starts when on duty, you’d grown used to sleeping in wrapped in each other’s arms and only getting up when you really needed to.

As he rummaged through his bag, Simon realised he only had one set of clothes left. He’d need to go home later in the day to pick up some more, he noted to himself.

With bleary eyes and two to-go cups of coffee clutched in your hands, you met Simon at the front door and gratefully accepted his offer to drive as you left to pick the kids up. You loved the children, you really did, and you’d promised them a day out but you were regretting that decision now. All you wanted was lazy days with Simon before reality set in again. Yet, here you were - about to spend the next eight or so hours constantly counting the amount of kids you had at your side in an effort not to lose any of them.

When you arrived at your friend’s house, you barely had any time to get out of the car before she was rushing out of her front door frantically with six pairs of feet scuttling behind her.

“Ah! You’re here!” She cheered, a manic smile on her face. She looked tired. The children that weren’t hers had stayed overnight for a sleepover in order to make pickup easier for you. You were guessing she didn’t handle it all that well. “Here are the keys to the minivan.”

A set of keys was shoved into your hands as she whirled around on the children, chimed a quick goodbye and disappeared back into the house without another word.

The kids all looked up at you expectantly, bags on their backs and wide smiles.

“Hello, gremlins. Did you all behave yourselves last night?” You asked, hands on your hips to tell them you wanted a truthful answer.

“Yes.” They giggled in unison.

“Good.” You grinned and reached out to grip Simon’s arm. “You all remember my friend, yes?”

They nodded and waved at him. He, adorably, waved back.

“He’ll be coming with us today. Which reminds me… where are we going today? Have you all decided?” You asked as you began to herd them towards the minivan.

“Aquarium!” One of them shouted.

“Hmmm, and you all agreed?” You questioned and they nodded, climbing into their seats in the back of the minivan. “Great! Come on then, let’s get going.”

The last one was buckled in and you slammed the door on them, turning to Simon with a nervous smile.

“Ready for this?”

His large hands cupped your cheeks. “So ready.”

“You’re very confident.” You teased, leaning into his touch as he bent down to kiss you.

“With you by my side, Sarge, I’m ready for anything.” It was mumbled against your lips, noses nudging together.

“Romantic piece of shit.” You bit back but accepted his kiss, fists curling into the material of his shirt. You pulled away suddenly. “This is not family friendly.”

He suddenly straightened up, gaze glancing towards the windows of the minivan which were, unfortunately, tinted so he couldn’t tell whether the children had been watching. “Fuck, sorry. Got carried away.”

You laughed and rounded to the driver’s side of the minivan. “I’m flattered, Riley. Come on.”

Simon climbed into the passenger side and he thought that the two of you had gotten away with it until one of the kids shot forward in their seat. "Errr, you two can't kiss!"

You rounded on them with a gasp. "Nosy! And who said?"

"You're not married!"

"Unmarried people can kiss." You told them, sticking the keys into the ignition and turning the radio down low.

"What?!" The children gaped at you. “But why would you want to?”

You laughed. “Because kissing people you like can be nice.”

“So you like Simon?”

“Yes.” You replied, looking at them in the rear view mirror.

“Like like him?”

“Yes, like like him.” You smiled at the man in question, enjoying the way he avoided your eyes for once.

“Oh. Okay!”

“Alright.” You sighed and checked directions to the nearest aquarium on your phone.

"Mr Simon?" One of the kids dragged out his name in a whine.

"Yes?" He mocked their tone, eyes meeting yours as he stopped himself.

"Why did you put your tongue in her mouth?"

He froze, desperately looking at you for an answer. But you just cackled for a moment.

"Uhh..."

"Ask your parents when you're older." You offered out, patting Simon's thigh reassuringly. "Alright, let's get going!"

The subject was dropped after that, the children too excited for their day out to care any more about you and Simon kissing. He was relieved.

He stayed silent for the whole drive, just listening to the stories that the kids had to tell you and your enthusiastic responses to them. No wonder you were so good at keeping the team upbeat and managed to match Soap’s energy. You had training.

When you reached the aquarium and got out of the vehicle, you set out some ground rules.

“Okay, so… no running off, make sure you can see either me or Simon at all times, no talking to strangers unless you’re asking a question to someone who works in the aquarium. And how can you tell if someone works in the aquarium?”

“Blue uniform!” They called out to you.

“Yes, great! If you need the toilet then let me know straight away so we can find one, no tapping on the glass or putting your hands into tanks, keep your bags on your backs and most importantly… have fun and learn lots! Now, everybody find a partner.”

This was a standard rule you had every time you went out with them. If they each had a partner then it was easier to keep them all in check. Besides, it gave them someone to talk to for the whole day instead of fighting for your attention.

There was a light tapping on the side of Simon’s thigh. He looked down to find one of the kids staring up at him hopefully. It was the same one that had come to collect him at the Christmas party when you needed help in the kitchen.

"Will you be my partner, Mr Simon?" He squeaked, clearly nervous for some reason.

Simon looked to you for reassurance and found you nodding encouragingly. So he looked back to the small child. "Sure, kid."

What he didn't expect was to have to hold hands with him, but he didn't protest. Especially when he saw the look on your face, like you were proud of him.

"Okay, everybody?" Your hand was linked with one of the other children's. "Ready to go?"

They all chimed in with a "yes" so you started walking, leading the way with Simon at the back to keep the group together.

You paid entry for the group of you, getting a map for you and activity books for the kids, and made your way into the building.

“There’s a piranha feeding soon, do you want to go?” You asked everyone and they all nodded.

You led the way towards where it was supposedly happening and joined the side of a large group of people who had already gathered to watch. It didn’t take long before a man walked out with a bucket of something that smelt bad and grinned at the group, tapping at the side of the microphone attached to his face.

“Hello, ladies and gents! How are you today?”

The children in the crowd sent him variations of hellos and other greetings, wide eyes set on the tank of fish behind him.

He started off by ladling scoops of something into the tank, pointing out the reaction of the fish as he did so. Then he turned to the crowd with a mischievous smile. “Anyone like to volunteer to help?”

Several small hands shot up as children begged to be involved but then lowered back down sadly when the man had to explain that this was an adults-only opportunity.

“Come on, parents. Show your kids you can be cool for a day.” His eyes locked on Simon suddenly. “Maybe a big, strong man to help, hm?”

You pushed him forwards, urging him to do it. “Come on, Simon Swayze. Feed the piranhas.”

He stepped forward hesitantly, hissing over his shoulder at you. “I hate you.”

“Ooh, very big, strong man.” The man’s eyes trailed up and down Simon’s towering figure, gaze flicking to you behind him and scanning over all of the children. "Well, you two have been busy."

You laughed. "Not ours actually. We're babysitting."

The man looked to Simon disbelievingly, dropping the ladle back in the bucket with a comedic plop. "What's wrong with you, man? Get on with it!"

Simon said nothing in return, his own eyes widening slightly at basically being told to impregnate you as he stepped forward further to help with the feeding. When he was handed a set of tongs, he didn’t look thrilled.

“So, just pick up a piece and drop it in gently. Yeah?” The worker explained.

“Yeah.” Your lieutenant replied, doing as he was told.

“Yay, Simon!” The kids chimed and you noticed the way he relaxed at their encouragement. He rushed through the rest of it and was thankful when the feeding was over and he was set free, coming back to you and suggesting that you move on to look at another enclosure. You didn’t comment on the fact that he appeared to be scared of the tiny fish he’d just been feeding.

The day went quickly, stopping briefly in the middle for lunch, and soon enough you were driving back to take the kids home with all of them asleep in the back of the car.

“What was your favourite thing we saw today?” You asked, head tilted back as far as possible without hindering your view on the road.

“Jellyfish. Yours?” Simon replied, hand on your thigh sliding up and down your leg.

“Seahorses. Why the jellyfish?”

“They float around happily doing nothing. Seems like a peaceful existence.” He explained, thumb circling against your skin. “Why seahorses?”

“They’re cute.” You said meekly, not as confident in your response as his.

“That’s a good enough reason.” He told you, squeezing your thigh gently.

You hated to wake the children up when you got back but it had to be done. They were ushered back inside the house, ready for their parents to pick them up or have dinner, after hushed goodbyes and tired hugs. The last child, the one who seemed to have taken a particular interest in Simon, refused to get out of the car awake. So Simon offered to carry him inside the house and meet you back in your car. You just nodded, surprised at the suggestion.

Once he’d placed the mostly unconscious kid on the sofa and turned to leave, he finally got a coherent sentence out of him. “If you like like her and like to kiss her then maybe you should marry her, Mr Simon.”

Kids really did say whatever came into their heads.

He said nothing and left quietly, saying a quick goodbye to your friend and nodding quickly when she asked if it was going well between the two of you. He didn’t want to talk about it with anyone other than you.

You stuck your head out of the car window just as their front door shut and your tall lieutenant trotted towards you. "Come the fuck on, Simon.”

"Did you just make a Bridget Jones reference?"

You raised your eyebrows at him. "Did you just understand the Bridget Jones reference?"

"Secret sappy rom-com lover, remember?" He said as he climbed into the passenger seat of the car, pointing at himself wearily.

“Ah, how could I forget? One of the many reasons I like like you.” You sighed and started the car, the two of you speeding away back to your place.

When you got back, Simon headed towards the bathroom for a shower, mumbling something about needing more clothes. You just went to your room and collapsed onto your bed, eyes closed and listened to the sounds of the water hitting the bathtub in the next room over.

You don’t know how long he was in there, drifting in and out of sleep, only taking notice when the water stopped and the bathroom door opened.

Simon walked into your bedroom slowly, hair dark and damp from the shower and t-shirt hanging loosely on him. That sight certainly woke you up. You could just devour him.

"Good shower?" You asked and he hummed with a small nod as you pushed yourself up on your elbows. "Are you hungry?"

"A little. You?" He sat on the bed next to you, sidling up close. Now that he had plenty of access to it, the man loved physical contact.

"I could wait." You trailed your fingertips lightly up the side of his arm, the implication clear.

"Well, what do you want to do? To build up your appetite, I mean?" He knew. He always knew.

"You look good with wet hair." You whispered, not looking in his eyes.

"Yeah?"

You nodded, teeth sinking into your bottom lip to contain your smile. "You look good always. You also look good caring for six kids."

"Sarge?" He tapped the bottom of your chin with his finger to encourage you to look up at him. "If you want to have sex then just say so."

You rolled your eyes. "I was trying to seduce you by showering you in flattering compliments."

He rolled his right back at you. "You don't need to seduce me."

Your eyes widened in embarrassment. "Oh, god... am I not seductive?"

"What?" He frowned, not understanding where you got that conclusion from.

"I mean, like, am I not... y'know?" You gestured at yourself with wiggling hands.

"I do not know." He really didn’t.

You huffed. "Am I not seductive? Or sexy? Or... foxy? Whatever the youth are saying these days."

"The youth?" He deadpanned.

"I never thought about it really. Am I just embarrassing myself when I try to be flirty?” Your hands clutched at your head. “Oh, fuck me."

"I was trying."

Your thoughts were becoming erratic, uncontainable. It wasn’t good. "Well, this is a devastating revelation. All those times I've flirted, I've initiated. All gone to waste, all times I've embarrassed myself."

Simon’s confusion just grew. "I really don't know what you're talking about now."

"Maybe I should retreat into a life of celibacy."

"That would be unfortunate."

"Spare the world of myself." You sighed dramatically.

"Unfortunate for me, especially."

You raised your knees to your chest, arms curling around your legs. "I hate myself."

"Ssshhh, stop talking." He shut you up with a kiss. "You need to calm down."

"But-" You protested, ready to voice every irrational idea that had rocketed through your mind in the last couple of minutes.

He kissed you again. "No, no."

"I ramble, I'm sorry." You pouted at him, clearly upset with yourself.

The corners of his lips upturned. "You're sexy when you ramble."

"Ugh, fuck off." You pushed his face away from you.

His hands were raised in surrender. "Thought you wanted to be seductive."

"Not through my annoying habits." You snapped.

"But your annoying habits are what I like about you.”

"Mhm, how appealing. Jesus, why do you like me?"

"Sarge..." He chimed, tapping at your chin with his fingers.

"No seriously? My annoying habits?" You despised that idea.

"I beg of you to stop."

"Thought you liked my rambling."

"I do. But not your spiralling." His fingers traced up the side of your face to your temple, like he was pointing out the source of the spiralling.

"If you think this is spiralling then you should see the inside of my head."

He leant in to kiss your forehead. "Wish there was a way for me to see inside that gorgeous brain of yours.”

"Weirdo."

"Charming." He scoffed.

"Told you, not seductive." You pointed at yourself harshly.

"Wouldn't say that. I was turned on from your strange little compliments." He shrugged.

"Condescending bastard."

"I'm being genuine." As much as he couldn’t take a compliment himself, Simon couldn’t stand to see you being so self deprecating. The idea of you seeing yourself as anything less than perfect was impossible for him to comprehend.

You frowned at him. "Odd man."

"Would it help if I said that I find you seductive, sexy, foxy or any other words the youth might be using?"

You tried to contain your smile but failed. "Might help a little."

"Then I find you seductive, sexy, foxy and every other word the youth are using."

"Hmm."

He decided to move on, you weren’t going to accept the truth for now. "Hungry yet?"

"No." Your head shook from side to side roughly.

"Good, my appetite has passed."

Your head ducked. "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry.” He paused, considering his next words carefully. “Be naked instead."

You burst into laughter. "Okay, I feel better. You're less seductive than me."

"I'm insulted. No one can be as bad as you."

"Simon!" You gasped, the smile still on your face.

"I'm joking, Sarge." He cupped your chin and kissed you quickly.

“I’m still offended.”

“Oh, shut up.” He scoffed and kissed you again, arms wrapping around your waist to tug you into his lap. He loved having you on top of him, feeling your weight pressed against him. It was a reminder than this was his reality, a grounding effect almost.

***

It didn’t take long before you were both naked, you still on top of him and his fingers buried inside of you to prepare you for him.

“Come on, Sarge. One more and I promise to fuck you. Need you nice and wet first. Come on, good girl.” He said breathily, enjoying the reactions on your face as he curled his fingers inside of you to hit the right spot. “Fuck… that’s it, good girl.”

He knew what he was doing by calling you that.

And that point was proven when you came, crying out his name and digging your fingernails into the skin of his shoulders. He pressed a soothing kiss against your lips, tongue lapping against yours to show you his appreciation and praise.

He was hard underneath you and wasted no time in allowing you to sink down onto him, gasping into his mouth when you sat against him fully, buried to the base.

“Jesus- fuck, Sarge.” He garbled, jaw tensed and eyes on you as your own rolled into the back of your head from the pleasure. He filled you so well and no amount of words, from either of you, would ever express that.

You clenched around him as you got used to the feeling of him inside you. No matter how many times you’d been in this situation, it never got any less surprising at how good it felt.

“God, fuck, please start moving. I can feel you- can feel you- fuck!” He cut himself off when your hips rolled against his.

Your head fell to his shoulder, you were completely over sensitive from what he’d been doing to you before this that every minute movement was magnified by a thousand. Your legs were already shaking and you could feel the burn pulsing through you from how tired you were. But, god, you wanted to please him. So you pushed forward.

Your hips rolled against his again, the drag of him in and out of you creating a friction that had the two of you gasping for air. And again, and again, and again.

“That’s it, Sarge. Keep going.” His hand found the back of your neck where he dragged you back to look into your eyes, finding your face screwed up in pleasure. His hips bucked up against yours of their own accord and the way it made parts of you bounce from the impact had his gaze lowering to the dog tags dangling from your neck. He didn’t need to ask permission, he could see it in your eyes as soon as they locked again. The chain was wrenched from your neck and replaced with his in a split second, yours being placed around his neck at the same time.

The action set the two of you off into a lust fuelled frenzy.

You rocked against him desperately, chasing every bit of pleasure you could get for both him and yourself. Your hands threaded into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer so your chests rubbed against each other and your dog tags tangled together. It was poetic really. Sharing the piece of you that represented your identity by giving it to the other as a symbol of dedication. Only to have them intertwine anyway.

“Simon.” You whined into his mouth as a warning that you wouldn’t last much longer.

“I know, Sarge, I know.” He returned, kissing you and practically tasting the moans that were pouring out of your mouth.

The sweat coating the both of your bodies in a shiny sheen meant that your skin glided against one another easily. And neither of you would have been surprised if the windows had steamed up. Moreover, Simon’s hair was wet. Whether it was from the shower he took or from this, neither of you knew. All he knew is that he’d probably need to shower again after this. The room was hot and humid, an atmosphere created by the two of you.

Suddenly you tensed against him, arms locking around his shoulders and walls fluttering around him. The noise you let out against his neck as you came was heavenly and Simon almost lost himself to that sound alone.

He knew you were spent so he wrapped his arms around you and shifted so you laid underneath him on the bed, careful not to move out of you at any point. With the new position, and a quick check in with you to make sure you were okay, he rocked his hips against yours a few more times in uneven thrusts before finishing inside of you with a groan let out against the skin of your chest.

You giggled sleepily as he pressed soft kisses to your sweat-soaked skin but mumbled a short protest when he pulled out of you. He shushed you with a few mumbled apologies.

Simon looked down at the mess the two of you had created as it slowly seeped out of you, satisfied. He gently pushed it back in and gathered some of it on his fingers at the same time, raising them to your lips and tapping gently.

“Have a taste of us, Sarge.” He whispered huskily, appreciating the glimmer in your eyes as you nodded and took him inside your mouth.

And when you hummed happily around his fingers, he wanted a taste for himself.

He lowered himself between your thighs, pressing open mouthed kisses to the flesh there, and started licking at you, groaning at the taste of what the two of you had created. He lost track of the amount of time he spent there, especially after he managed to get you to come again - your thighs trembling on either side of his head. All he knew was that in the time spent between your legs, it had grown very dark outside and he still had no clothes for tomorrow.

***

So he pulled away from you reluctantly. "I need to go." He said, attempting to stand up.

"Nooo..." You whined, dragging him back down. "Just five more minutes."

He looked down at you with a sigh, the pleading and the mischief in your eyes being too tempting. "Fine. Five more minutes. That's it."

He stayed another two hours.

And when he did finally manage to depart, he made you promise to stay naked and waiting for him in bed. But, as much as you did want to do as you were told and abide by his request as he left, it was cold and you were thirsty.

So you put some clothes on and trotted to the kitchen for a drink, deciding on the farmers' market apple juice you regularly stocked up on now. With the glass in your hand, you sat on the sofa to see what was on television.

Before you could, the surface of the coffee table shook slightly as your phone started ringing, unknown number flashing on the screen.

Fuck.

You picked it up cautiously and pressed it close to your ear, taking in a deep breath. "Hello?”

There was a gruff mumble of your name from the voice you'd been dreading to hear the past few months.

You shut your eyes tight, bracing yourself for the inevitable. "Yeah?"

"It's Price."

A/N: and so it begins… or ends. Hope you enjoyed the chapter.

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Out-of-Pocket (Pepe Marti X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3

Requested: Yeah on Wattpad (ily zep also happy race week!)

Warnings: none.

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 869

Summary: Out-of-pocket grid walks and podcasts

As always, my requests are OPEN

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The first race of the season was one for the books. The energy was high, the excitement was through the roof, and all of the drivers were ready to get back to racing. As someone with a moto racing podcast, you were having a blast in the paddock. The plan was you were going to do a Martin Brundle-style grid walk, asking random questions to whatever drivers you could find.

“Jak!” You shouted, running up to your American friend who was walking with Ollie and Kimi. “Can I ask you guys questions for the pod?”

“Don’t say tyre deg,” Jak joked as the other two nodded.

“That's a tequila shot, Jak,” You laughed. “Anyway, I don’t have any on me so, Jak, hypothetically speaking, what would you do if you found a dead body in your hotel room?”

“That’s so random, but I would call my team, I guess?” Jak responded, confused about where the question came from.

“Good to hear you trust your team, sounds like you guys will have a good year,” You stated. “Does this mean you are getting along well with your new team?”

“Yeah, I love the team, and I think we’re gonna do well this year,” Jak beamed.

“Thank you, Jak. Now, Ollie,” You moved the microphone over to Ollie, “You hit me as the type of guy who needs beauty sleep.”

“Where is this going?” He laughed.

“Why is it called ‘beauty sleep’ if you wake up looking like a hot mess? I’ve seen the LAP videos, and you don’t look very beautiful when you wake up,” You teased him.

“Oh you’re one to talk,” He gasped in disbelief, “As if anyone in your opinion looks good waking up unless they’re Pepe!”

“Hey, no need to call me out in my own podcast here!” You jokingly scolded. “I ask the questions. Now, why is it called ‘beauty sleep’ if you wake up looking like a hot mess? I need to know.”

“Maybe it’s not about physical beauty and more about mental beauty,” Ollie quipped. “Ever think of that?”

“No, I did not Aristotle,” You replied sarcastically. “Thank you for bestowing your great mind upon us, oh great one.”

“With pleasure,” Ollie jokingly bowed as he left to follow Jak.

“Kimi! The new man on the block! Tell me, how many pennies do you think would fit in your car?”

“At least five,” Kimi answered immediately and seriously.

“Fair point, thank you,” You replied just as seriously as you moved on to your next target, running after him. “Dennis, do fish drown?”

“NO!” He shouted, started by your sudden appearance. “No, I looked this up and drowning is inhaling water. Fish breathe water, so unless they stop moving and water blocks their gills, they can't drown, but they can suffocate on water.”

“Damn, thanks Bill Nye the science guy,” You said sarcastically as you moved on, beelining for one of your favorite F3 drivers to ask questions to. “Sebastian Montoya, I have a question for you.”

“I love these,” he said to himself before leaning into the microphone and shouting, “Hi Pod!”

“Don’t! I’m the star here,” You joked. “Anyway, if you punch yourself in the face and it hurts, are you weak or strong?”

“Neither, you’re gullible,” He answered.

“Oh, that's a dollar word, look at you go!” You chuckled as you moved on once again. This time you ran into a world champion. “Fernando! My favorite Spanish driver!” You shouted as you ran over to him but not before whispering into the mike, “Lies, Pepe is my favorite.”

“We all know Pepe is you’re favorite, no need to flatter me,” He laughed.

“Well, at least we’re all on the same page,” You dismissed. “In your opinion, what is the worst mode of transportation?”

“Roller skates,” He said after a moment. “The ones with the wheels in a line.”

“What do you have against roller blades, Nando?” You chuckled, genuinely curious.

“I just never learned how to ride them,” He laughed.

“Fair enough, thank you!” You said as you heard back to the Campos garage, knowing Pepe was probably finished with his interview by now. You saw him sitting on the couch in the driver’s room that he shares with Isack, scrolling through his phone. “And here we find the friend of the show, Pepe, in his natural habitat; hiding from everyone.”

“You do know I can hear you,” He chuckled, not even looking up from his phone.

“Oh shit, I thought he was deaf,” You whispered into the microphone, but still loud enough for him to hear. You moved into the room and sat beside him, leaning into his side. “I have a real question for you.”

“Something tells me it’s not a real question, but go on.”

“How does it feel to be in a relationship with the most out-of-pocket moto racing podcaster on the planet?”

“Wouldn’t change it for the world,” He replied as he placed a small kiss on the top of your head. “You should talk to Clement to get on Screaming Meals. I bet that would be the most chaotic episode ever.”

“Don’t give me any more ideas,” You groaned. “Also, I’m trying. James said no.”

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merakiui · 2 years

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ooohhh~ I love those writing ideas you had for sea food trio~ especially the one for the compatibility between human and mer folk for a study. I wondered about a scenario with those three as well~! I love imaging an oblivious mc going in their enclosure, thinking she'll be studying their behaviors not realizing their in heat and she's actually a test subject (sacrificial lamb) she'd write down how there acting a little too territorial around her as well as getting too handsy, she'd by some miracle dodge the twins grabbing hands and make it to the door only to realize it's locked and some long tentacles are pulling you back to the pool. IF anyone WAS willing to help you, they'd risk getting drowned. Maybe merfolk when in heat have something in their mouth or on their skin that does something to your biology to turn you on? It makes it easier to mate with you. Also maybe they "knot" inside you to make sure they have a good chance of getting you pregnant? It could help explain partly WHY merfolk are territorial over their mates. Their possessive and mating is a process. It's lucky the trio get along well or they might have killed each other for you. You'll be so exhausted when they all finish with you that they'll have to hold you to keep you from drowning. They'd plan to take VERY good care of the mother of their young and have no intention of letting you leave anytime soon. Your all going to be first time parents, so it'll be important for them to keep you close by incase something goes wrong with the pregnancy or something happens to you. Your safer with them. Right?

(cw: yandere, female reader, nsfw, non-con/dub-con, breeding/pregnancy, aphrodisiac, tentacles, oviposition)

The researchers are so unethical about the entire thing. They only tell you the bare minimum, so all you really know is that for one month you’ll study their behaviors, interact with them, and keep track of your observations in a notebook. They inform you that you’re to take note of every detail, no matter how insignificant it may seem, and they make you sign this lengthy contract regarding safety and confidentiality. In hindsight, you should have read it thoroughly before signing out of desperation. But at that time you were in need of an effortless way to make money and participating in this seemingly innocent study didn’t look dangerous at all.

How wrong you were.

You meet a pair of moray eel twins, who you struggle to differentiate in the beginning. But the more you interact with them, the more you learn of their contrasting personalities. One of them is always so eager to be around you, throwing all caution to the wind in favor of swimming up to the edge of the pool to get a closer look at you and your curious anatomy. He loves to reach for any part of you, poking your legs, grabbing your feet, seizing your wrists, and he’s extremely playful. He once tried to pull you into the pool, but you were quick to avoid his webbed hands before they could clutch your shirt. Now he usually resorts to splashing you whenever he’s in a mischievous mood.

You think he enjoys talking to you because he makes all sorts of clicking noises as if engaging in conversation with you. It was awkward at first because you had no idea how to respond; now you just nod or hum along with whatever he’s trying to tell you. He does know a few words and phrases, though. They’re pronounced clumsily, but the more he says them the clearer his pronunciation becomes. Simple words seem to stick with him, and he’s grown accustomed to greetings and farewells. He’s getting better at saying your name, too. And oh does he love saying your name, chanting it over and over until it’s muddled and incoherent. Once he gets to know you better he’ll start to call you ‘shrimpy’ or ‘little shrimp,’ which you think are his versions of endearing nicknames. You want to teach him more things about your language so that the two of you can communicate better, but you’re not exactly sure where to start. It feels like a daunting task.

The other eel merman is more reserved and quiet in contrast to his brother; he watches from a safe distance, half-submerged in the water, and it feels more like he’s hunting you than observing you. It isn’t until he determines you aren’t a threat that he approaches you alongside his brother one day, allowing you to reach out and pat his head. Both twins like to compare your delicate hands to their webbed ones and they’re very fascinated with your legs. You feel the same sort of curiosity when you look at them and their long, winding bodies. Like his energetic brother, he also knows lots of words and phrases, but he doesn’t use them often. Once he figures out how to pronounce your name, it’s all he ever says, and he communicates with his brother in clicks. Their clicking seems innocent, but the expressions they wear unsettle you. You’re certain you’re the subject they’re talking about.

He’s fond of picture books, especially the ones that detail images of nature and food. You’ve brought a few in to show him and he’ll watch in fascination as you flip the pages and point to each image, explaining what it is and what purpose it serves. He’ll try to pronounce some of the words, but it’s pointless if he doesn’t know the meaning. He’ll use hand gestures to communicate with you, but it’s usually only when he wants you to repeat a word or explain again. He loves learning new things and picks up on them just as fast as his brother does.

As for the third member in their aquatic trio, you’ve yet to meet him. In fact, you forgot he existed. You were so busy penning notes and interacting with the twins that you didn’t realize there were three of them. When you asked the researchers about it, they’d told you that they had never seen him before because he preferred to linger at the bottom of the enclosure, shrouded in shadows and mystery. You were curious about him and tried asking the twins about where he was, but they didn’t exactly understand you. And you had no idea what they were saying when they clicked back at you.

One day, while you were writing by the poolside (the twins were nowhere to be found, thus giving you a temporary break from their antics), someone came up to the surface. You didn’t notice his gaze burning a hole through you while you wrote and he approached you carefully, moving through the water as soundlessly as possible. And just as he was close enough, you suddenly glanced over and caught his pale blue eyes, horizontal pupils fixated on you. For a moment, you remained frozen and he seemed to be mirroring your surprise.

Eventually you held your hand out to him in a disarming greeting, a gentle smile tugging at your lips. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m (Name).”

He blinked at you and then slipped back underwater, disappearing from your sight.

That was how you met the octopus merman. He was timid and very rarely came to the surface. But once he realized that your presence was a daily thing, he came to understand the schedule and it wasn’t long before he started to grow accustomed to you. He still kept his guard up, but with enough coaxing from the twins he finally swam to the edge of the pool so that you could get a closer look at him and vice-versa. He was much larger than the twins, but he was surprisingly gentle when he handled you, curling his tentacles around your ankles and wrists in what seemed like a greeting. You learned rather quickly that he enjoyed physical touch more than the twins did, and it made you a little sad when you pondered whether or not he was touch-starved or just curious. The former seemed more likely because he was always devastated when you had to leave, crying out in a series of high clicks and coos.

In the days that follow, their behaviors feel more…direct. They touch you more than usual, tugging you towards the pool as if wanting you to join them for a swim, and they’re quick to anger whenever you have to leave. At one point you’re certain you heard one of the twins let out a low, threatening snarl as you shied away from him, claiming that it was time for you to go. So you try to stay as long as you can, even going past your usual time in an effort to keep them happy. You fill your journal with notes about each of them and their changing behaviors. Just the other day, they presented you with the bones from their most recent meal, proud and bashful smiles on their faces. You’re not sure if it was a gift or an offering or…whatever, but you mark it in your notebook anyways. They seem overjoyed when you take the thin bones from them, setting them down on the ground for further inspection.

Time passes and it isn’t long before the study will be ending. You have just a little under two weeks left and your relationship with the trio has really grown. The researchers are pleasantly surprised to see you bond so naturally with them. It’s a stark contrast to how they act around other humans who enter their enclosure. With you they’re considerably gentle and docile. With others they’re hostile and vicious, angrily snapping at anyone who gets too close. It’s an interesting nuance.

It’s a Friday evening when you finish your observations and are ready to call it a night, exhausted from entertaining and observing the three of them all day. Their pool feels considerably warmer when you dip your fingers in, and even the three of them seem…sickly. As if they have high fevers. You wonder if something broke within their enclosure, but there’s not much you can do except notify the researchers in hopes that it’ll be fixed right away. And just as you pack your things and head for the door, fingers closing around the handle, it won’t open. Confused, you tug at it with more force, assuming it had gotten stuck. But when that doesn’t work, you’re quick to realize it’s locked.

It wouldn’t have been much of a problem. The door has locked on occasion before, so this isn’t anything new. But when the researchers fail to open it despite seeing you through the glass, a terrible dread settles in your stomach and it only worsens when a dark tentacle curls around your ankle, tugging you towards the pool. You resist, shaking your head at the octopus mer who peers at you from the edge of the pool, but your denial doesn’t seem to faze him as he curls two more tentacles around your other ankle. Another one is reaching for your wrist, and you try to swat at it, all while telling him that you have to leave and now’s not the time to play. But he’s relentless and impossibly strong, so strong that he practically drags your thrashing body into the pool as if you’re nothing more than a weightless doll, keeping you upright with the many appendages that wrap around your body.

And when you see him this closely, his eyes blown wide and face burning with a strange heat, you realize why the pool’s so warm and why he’s feeling every part of your body, tentacles slipping under your soaked clothes to squeeze and prod at you. Your squirming doesn’t do much other than sadden him. He tries to get you to settle down by cooing incoherent words at you, but all it does is frighten you even more.

Something brushes against your foot under the water, slick and cold, and then you feel a sharp sting as teeth sink into your ankle, deep enough to draw blood. You catch the twins’ mismatched eyes when they surface—one of them is licking the blood from his lips—and it dawns on you that there’s no way out of their enclosure unless, by some miracle, you can wriggle out of the strong tentacles that keep you trapped.

They don’t know much about how humans mate, but they do know that your pussy is tight and warm and inside is the perfect, safest place for their young. It’s impossible to register the strange liquid that’s forced down your throat as you try and fail to wriggle out of their reaching arms. You think it might have come from one of the twins because their skin is slicker than usual and one of them has shoved his slender, slick-coated fingers into your mouth, but you can’t exactly tell as your mind jumps from panic to fight and then back to panic.

Eventually their touches don’t alarm you as much as they did before, and you actually relax and allow the tentacles to slide around you while impatient claws tear at your clothes. You feel as hot as they do, an odd desire pooling in your gut, and you submit when they exchange kisses with you and nip at your warm skin. It’s strange because you were so averse to them before and now you gladly welcome every touch with an arched back and a string of moans. One of the twins rubs himself against your backside while the other plays with your breasts, curiously rolling your perky nipples between his fingers. The octo-mer is winding his tentacles around your thighs, holding your legs apart so that one of his thick appendages can force its way inside your hole.

The stretch isn’t too extreme; you’re slick enough from whatever substance you ingested, so it doesn’t hurt too much as he impatiently pushes the tentacle through your gummy walls, panting wet, hot breaths that reach your ears. And once it’s all the way inside, you feel so full and hot and you’re practically begging him to fuck you now, if only to dispel the weird effects of that liquid.

He tries to be gentle, but the twins are kissing your lips until they’re bruised and littering your shoulders and arms with bites and it doesn’t seem to be hurting you. So he’ll shove one of his tentacles in your mouth while the other thrusts deep enough to push against your cervix, and you’re so pretty when you squeeze your eyes shut and moan against the tentacle stuffed in your mouth. He’s absolutely charmed when you reach for him, his tentacles, the twins—anywhere you can grip onto. You’re too cute; he wants to hold and spread you open like this forever.

You’ll be fucked through so many orgasms you lose count, and they all take turns filling you with cum and soft, pudgy eggs that find residence in the depths of your womb. No space is left empty, even if you slur your halfhearted protests that you can’t take anymore by the time you’re in the twins’ arms and they’re forcing themselves inside at the same time. You’re so cute when you’re like this. They’re happy to have met you and they’re even happier that you’re the best fit to be the mother of their young. They’ll keep you upright in the water if you pass out during it, which is very likely considering one round isn’t enough to satisfy the trio and you only have so much stamina and energy. They’re relentless and you’ll have no choice but to take it, even as you’re unconscious and oh so pliant.

And when the researchers attempt to separate you from them so that they can analyze your swollen belly hours later, the trio react violently—all snapping jaws and bared teeth as they protect you from the humans who wish to take their precious mate away. You’ll just have to live in their enclosure for a while—at least until the researchers can safely retrieve you.

#twisted chit chat #meraki thirsts #yandere octavinelle #yandere twst #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #tw: breeding #tw: pregnancy #tw: oviposition #the fish are feasting!!! >:)#ty anon for sending this ask i am going to be thinking about it for a while… orz #researcher x creature dynamics will always be absolute bangers <3

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sh1-n0bu · 1 year

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O M G i just had a thought. like, you know how kuni is so desperate for validation. this leads me to believe he has a massive praise kink. like he just LOVES LOVES LOVESSS being praised for anything not just during sex but.. ahaha he loves being called your good boy, he's your good boy and he always wants to hear it 🥺

✿ 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 ✿

characters: scaramouche x nb!reader

warnings: fluff, light angst, domestic fluff, scara might be a bit OOC, takes place after scaramouche’s defeat

notes: oh yea def. i feel like him, xiao, heizou, childe, venti, kaeya and diluc would be super into praising. outside of the bedroom as well, since they grew up pretty touch and affection deprived, they would want to DROWN in that shit

‘growing up’ with the knowledge that the person you see as your mother only sees you as a puppet is going to fuck up one’s mind and mentality a lot

not only that but he also kept losing the people he opened his heart to so he just… gave up

joining the fatui and becoming one of their strongest has hardened him beyond any comprehension

every nice words or actions are taken as something with an ulterior motive behind

he can’t even go a day without thinking over what you meant by saying you like his hat

was it a threat? are you trying to get close to him? if so why? could you be a spy? better check on your background

however being defeated and getting a nice therapy session with mama nahida has made his mind place a bit better and healthier

doesn’t mean he would immediately let down his guard the moment you smile at him though

getting into a relationship with him would take a long time but it will all be worth it in the end

would always want to be praised or validated by you, his darling s/o

“mhh you made delicious pancakes love! mind teaching me your ways?”

“hmmp! of course i would. who do you think you’re talking to anyways?”

as if he didn’t had a mental breakdown while practicing to make the perfect pancakes for you every morning until he fully grasped it🙄

would go even far as buying a cook book and trying everything on the book while you’re away on work, so he can make you happy and get a praise or a smooch in return

but he will never in his 500 year old life admit it

a tsundere gremlin

when out in public, he would want to at least hold hands with you but he’s so nervous because what if you don’t like pda? what if you hate how clingy he gets sometimes? are there any fatui in the area?

and when scaramouche finally grows the courage and links your pinkies, he’s over the moon

literally giggling, kicking the air, shouting his victory, jumping around in his mind but he wouldn’t show it ‘cause he’s scaramouche😤

in private he will get clingy, don’t test him

would literally drag you back to bed when you’re getting ready for work just so you two can cuddle

will demand you to ask your boss to give you a break today so he keep cuddling with you

a spoiled brat smh🙄

would want to be praised 24/7 and is willing to do anything for it

cooking? as long as the kitchen isn’t burned down then it counts

sewing the rips and tears in your clothes? what are you, a kid?

getting more control over his vision, his new heart just so he can impress you with a new trick he learned and get a smooch as a reward? hmmph! he already mastered his vision now where’s his smooch [name]?

please praise him and call him cute cheesy nicknames, he will love and cherish it so very much

“hey, i didn’t threaten anyone today. where’s my kiss [name]?”

“but i don’t remember making a deal like this scara??”

“yes we did! now give me my reward kiss!”

spoiled baby🥹

#nobu.writes #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche angst #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader fluff #genshin impact scaramouche #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #no beta we die like rex lapis #nobu out🫡

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lesbiantoaster · 1 year

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Hear me out! As much as I'd love to see Ada getting some character development, I also would want to see her learning absolutely nothing and just switching from Prospero to Lenore, but being timider this time around...

Her slowly realizing that she might fancy Lenore and not being so sure whom to confide with her feelings... so she chose her roommate :D

Firstly, she wants to find out if Annabel is homophobic, so she starts with questions like "Do you think it's weird if a gal fancies other gals?" and other questions/comments of this sort. Annabel's intrigued, to say the least... Because just recently Ada's been head over heels for Prospero... what happened? But regardless, she decides to humour Ada and play along.

Ada's ecstatic! She gushes about her crush (she's smart enough not to mention to the only person she can be that vulnerable with that her crush is the other's mortal enemy) and poor Annabel has to suffer through it every time they're together in their room... Ada saying things: "The other time she was braiding my hair, I swear, I felt like my whole body was on fire! Do you think it's the sparks everyone's talking about? Do you think she might feel it too?... She didn't say much... maybe she's shy! What do you think, Annabel?", "And her eyes! I could drown in them...", "I'd love to hold her hands again... They're so gentle and soft...", "Oh! and her arms are SO strong... she makes me feel so safe" etc. **author's note: let's have a moment of silence for our poor Annabel here** but because it's her first (conscious) crush on a girl, she's intimidated and doesn't pursue it like with Prospero.

What she doesn't realize is that Annabel had noticed Ada's change in demeanour whenever Lenore and Morella enter the room or how her eyes keep darting towards the girls and how her steps get slower when they pass by the other two's room. It can't possibly be... thinks Annabel Ada's in love with Morella??? I mean it's not completely out of nowhere... she looks at daydreaming Ada hmm... but it CAN be beneficial for our plan... (and hilarious to watch)

Later that day, when Ada and Annabel are back in their room after the lights are out Annabel turns in her bed to look at the ceiling and says "I think you should make a move... on your mysterious girl..." There was a moment of silence, then Ada's said in a barely audible voice "You think so? But what if she rejects me? What if the whole school will know?... So much will change no matter what... and it won't be a change for good..." silence filled the room again "Annabel... I'm really scared... I don't think I can..." They lay in their beds in a dark room. Annabel thinks of her own experience with her sexuality, then says "I still think you should do that... And I'll be there so you won't be alone... Maybe you can start small? You can sit by her side at the lecture tomorrow... You can wear something nice, too. Then she will have something to compliment you and you can start talking more and getting to know each other..." Saying this memories start to flash in Annabel's mind. She recalled all the times she couldn't decide what to wear for her meeting with Lenore, how she used to wake up hoping Lenore will compliment her new hat or hair ornament. A small smile tugged on Annabel's lips and her chest filled with warmth at the thought of her beloved Pet. Then she hears "I... I will think about it. Thank you, Annabel. Goodnight."

The next day when they came back to their room to gather things for classes Ada approached Annabel and said "About what you said yesterday... I think I want to try..." to which Annabel responds with "That's wonderful, darling! Do you maybe want to wear something nice for your lady? I can help you choose." At those words, Ada's face beamed like thousand stars as she said "Really? You're the best Annabel, thank you!!!" and dived into the suitcase with all of her belongings trying to find something worth Lenore's attention. Upon finding an expensive looking necklace she turns towards waiting Annabel and blurted "Do you think Lenore will like this??"

Meantime in front of the classroom Lenore's talking with the misfits. Suddenly there's mysterious loud sound that got ever student startled.

Lenore *looking around, trying to locate the source of this sound*: What the- Did you guys hear that?!

Berenice: Yeah- What was that?

Eulalie: Weird... That sounded a lot like a scratched record...

** author's note: Alexa play "Dumb ways to die" **

#nevermore webtoon #incorrect nevermore quotes #I don't have a knack for writing but wanted to share this crack with you guys regardless #what do you guys think?

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infernalodie · 2 years

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𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘒𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘐'𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘰𝘰𝘩“

Inspo: Kehlani - everything

Pairing: Maddy Perez x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: It was everything about you that made Maddy fall in love with you.

Warnings: Fluff that slowly forms into semi-smut. Teasing, Dom!Maddy, Sub!reader, praise kink, vibrator, and very soft fluff at the end.

Words 1140

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

Maddy knew she was in love.

There wasn’t much of a build-up to how Maddy felt about you, but she knew in an instant that she loved you. Crazy to say and think about, but it was her shameless truth. Because when she would watch you at a party, your Toblerone-toned skin glistening with sweat from dancing so hard, she would feel an irreversible smile tug at her lips. She felt butterflies in her chest whenever you looked up at her with a shy smile. She would stroke your hair with your face buried in the centre of her chest whenever the two of you were with your guys’ friends.

You weren’t any artificial or a copy of any girl she had ever seen. Everyone was unique, but she would dare say that you were historical by how one of a kind you were. There wasn’t a single thing that she disliked about you, that said something for someone like her. And for a while, she was free to learn more and more about you.

But when Nate forced himself in the picture, you were gone. Having avoided her presence in every hall and never showing up at parties. She knew that you were alive considering Lexi reassured her, but you just didn’t talk to Maddy.

So, when she suddenly shows up at your house, demanding answers as to why you were so distant, you gave her the most satisfying but guilt-ridden response. “I’m not about to let some girl break my heart because she can’t get over her toxic boyfriend.”

And for even now, Maddy was sure you said that because you knew she would come crawling back. Maybe not in some pathetic “oh, I need your comfort” kinda way. But her obvious attraction towards you wasn’t a fucking secret when she spends the night at your place, your body curled into her chest as she lays soft kisses on the side of your neck. She was sure you knew how she felt and that was why you were upfront about it.

Whatever the intention had been, had resulted in her crawling back to you and giving up hiding how she felt by tying you to your bed and showing you. Since then, things had been drastically different from what she had expected.

Life was different with you than it was with Nate and she liked it. People liked it as well and did not hold back from telling the two of you how they thought you two were so cute together. Maddy took it with open arms, but you were a shy girl believe it or not.

“Maddy!” Your whine was hushed and muffled in Maddy’s neck. A party ensuing around you two wasn’t paying the two of you mind. And your clinginess wasn’t at all new, but Maddy knew there was more to it than just you simply wanting her attention.

With her right hand, she carefully cupped your cheek and pulled you from the small enclosure you had buried yourself in. Those eyes stared back at her pleadingly as you leaned into her touch. “What is it, baby?” She mused softly, her voice nearly drowned out by the drunk teenagers around the two of you.

“Make it stop.” The mere mention of the vibrator buzzing in your pussy made Maddy’s lips curl into a grin. It was something she was testing you on. Testing your boundaries and how long she could deprive you of that sweet release she knew you always needed. And since you two got together, you were a rather needy girl when it came to sex.

Smiling, Maddy brushed her thumb across your bottom lip. “And why should I do that, sugar?” She teased. “Don’t it feel nice? Buzzing and causing your legs to shake?”

You whined, nails digging deep into her shoulders as you used your entire willpower to hold back any possible moan wanting to slip out. “Mommy, please.” You whispered.

Maddy groaned at the title, hands softly gripping your waist and slowly making your hips rock across her thigh. You whimpered, face diving into her neck. “M-Mommy, I don’t want to here.” You whined into her warm flesh.

As much as Maddy wanted you to come on her leg like this with all these people around, she grabbed her phone and opened the app and shut the vibrator off. Whatever you asked for, she would humbly oblige to give you what you wanted. Even if it stole the sight she could never get enough of.

As soon as the vibrations stopped, she looked up at you. You were panting, shamelessly missing the shake the little machine sent to your core. But that was the least on your mind when you felt Maddy grab your face softly and pull you down to meet her lips. It wasn’t heated or messy like usual, but passionate and tender. Enough for you to melt into her chest and kiss back with a hum.

“Let’s go home, baby,” she whispered, patting your thigh. You stood up, hand in hand with Maddy as the two of you exited the party without any goodbyes to anyone.

For the ride back to her place, you had convinced her to allow you to lay against her chest as she drove. With the road being empty and it being late at night, she agreed. Every time she glanced down at you, your eyes stared out the side window like some sort of curious puppy. So innocent and so sweet that the world didn’t deserve to have you.

And by the time the two of you got back to the house, you had fallen asleep on her lap. So, as carefully as she could, Maddy carried you out of the car and inside. Nearly hitting your head on many doorframes, but finally getting you to the bed. The familiar scent of your girlfriend had you humming, fisting the sheets and pulling them to your nose.

Maddy just watched with a smile, heart swelling at the sleepless actions. Stripping down to nothing, Maddy slipped into bed behind you. And the instant her arms wrapped around you, your body curled up tighter so she could hold you like some type of baby.

She wasn’t sure where she would be if it wasn’t for you showing up in her life as you did. In the past, she loved to blame it on the simple shit that you did, the traditional stuff. Hugs, compliments, lips, kisses, all that simple stuff. But you weren’t anything as copy and paste as that. There was something special about you that made you stick out from anyone else she’d ever met.

Most people, she liked certain things about them. The specific things that made them who they were. But with you, she fell in love with everything about you.

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