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caelivir · 11 months

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rayne ames relationship hcs (part ii)

— WARNING: creepy behavior from a guy but that’s it

— author’s note. i feel like the author’s note from when i posted this doesn’t apply anymore, but anyway, this is part two but isn’t actually because i lost the first part when i accidentally deleted my account… again im so sorry. ALSO!! the writing is a little different bc i’m cringing rereading my old stuff. (how did u guys let that slide)

— HUGE HUGE HUGE THANK YOU TO @mikadzukis FOR SAVING MY OLD HCS I AM INDEBTED TO U!!!!

rayne ames loves dates with you. he loves them.

but he especially loves picnic dates

you introduced him to the idea on one of his days off

you promised it wasn’t going to be draining because you knew being a visionary is a taxing job

so he agreed

and he loved it

spread across the red and white checkered picnic blanket are plates of grapes, cheese, and sandwiches. two goblets of iced tea rest on top of a wooden board so they can remain balanced.

rayne’s large hands support his weight as he leans back onto the blanket. the half-blonde cranes his neck to stare up at the leaves. rays of sunlight peek through slivers of space between them. a butterfly flutters its wings above him.

“rayne!” you call for his attention.

your lover hums as a reply before directing his eyes toward you, offering his full attention.

“i made something for you.” you speak, grabbing for another basket on the blanket. you lift up the cover, reaching carefully inside it. you pull out a cake platter and set aside the lid that protected the dessert residing on it.

“it’s a cake!” you continue with a smile. “this is the first time you’ve been off in a while so i thought i could make a cake to celebrate! i even decorated it with some bunnies!”

a small grin grows on the visionary’s face. he pushes himself up. rayne takes the platter out of your hand and gently places it on a free board on the blanket. you’re caught in surprise as his arms wrap themselves around your waist. his head finds warmth in the crook of your neck.

“thank you.” he whispers.

rayne’s protective of you

he knows you’re capable of fighting your own battles, but there are certain situations where he just had to take care of it

if someone’s saying things about you or harassing you, he isn’t going to tolerate that

the entirety of easton knows not to mess with you, because messing with you means messing with rayne, and no one wants to put themselves through that

he’s already scary enough as is so all it takes is a couple of threats for the person to leave cowering in fear

you wait outside of the café as rayne uses the restroom. people of all ages each other as they navigate their ways theough marchétte street. one of them approaches you, but it’s not rayne.

“so what’s a fine thing like you doing alone here in the street.” a guy smirks, trailing his eyes up and down your body. you shift uncomfortably. he’s definitely a few years older than you and inches taller than rayne. a single line cuts through his right cheek, indicating his level of magic.

you swallow down an anxious gulp before speaking. “i’m with my boyfriend.”

“tell me gorgeous,” the man’s hand travels down the path of your jaw. you’re disgusted by his touch. “does your boyfriend like to share?”

“i really think you should go.” you respond firmly, shoving the grimy hand away from your face.

the guy chuckles, raising his hands in defense. “no need to get aggressive, sweetheart! i just want to know!”

“and who the hell are you?” a familiar deep voice says from behind you. you turn around to discover rayne, and your eyes light up at his appearance. you’re well acquainted with the detachment and chilling coldness of rayne’s gaze, but now, there’s a fire behind them.

rage.

he’s pissed.

recognition becomes evident in the man’s face, and it dawns on him that he just messed with a divine visionary’s lover, but before he can retreat, rayne steps in front of you. he yanks your harasser down to your level. you don’t know what the half-blonde says, but it’s clear that it sparks fear into the features of the other man. once rayne’s finishes with him, he apologizes profusely before running away in the opposite direction.

the anger behind rayne’s eyes fade; they soften when he finds your gaze. “are you okay.”

you grin. “yeah, now that you’re here.”

rayne lets you wear his robes

whenever you hang out in his dorm, your first instinct is to go through his closet and take them

when you first did it, he was going to protest

but you looked so cute i. them that he decided to let it slide

you especially like wearing them when you nap

though you wearing his robes does pose some problems for him from time to time

“you’re late,” orter points out from his seat at the table. his fingers slide the frame of his glasses up his nose. “and where’s your visionary robe?”

rayne strolls past the desert came, not bothering to answer for his actions. he didn’t want to admit—especially to orter of all people—the reason behind his missing robe.

this morning, just as he was almost ready to leave for the divine visionary meeting, rayne realized that he was missing his robe. the half-blonde searched ever crevice of his dorm but to no avail. rayne sighed, reaching the conclusion that you accidentally took it.

yesterday, he had to run a quick errand while you were napping. upon his return, rayne discovered that you had left. you scribbled a message on a notepad, explaining that you didn’t want to keep intruding. you were probably too tired to realize that you had his war robe in your possession.

rayne could waste any more time making a trip to your dorm. it was a bit of a distance from his. the best decision at the moment was to let you have it and attend the meeting without it.

that is how he ended up in this situation, late and stuck sitting next to ryoh.

“y/n has your robe, don’t they?” ryoh teases in a whisper. for some reason, ryoh had discovered rayne’s relationship with you. whenever the two visionaries crossed paths, his senior never fails to mention you.

the sword cane doesn’t respond. “that’s a yes, isn’t it?” ryoh continues with a shit-eating grin. he pokes the arm of the boy next to him

rayne inhales. gods, he was not going to hear the end of this.

whenever you and rayne are apart due to his job as divine visionary, you communicate through letters sent by owls

he talks about the places he’s at and shit talks the people he doesn’t like

you tell him about you classes and how things are back at the academy, especially things going on within the adler dorm

and you occasionally give him updates on finn because you know deep down rayne cares about him

an owl lands on the sill of the open window of rayne’s temporary room. the animal clamps down on an browned envelope placed in its beak. rayne approaches the bird, and it drops the letter into his hands before flying off.

the mattress of the bend sinks under rayne’s weight when he sits on it. he unfolds the piece of parchment in his hands unsealing the envelope. his eyes scan down the letter that reads:

dear rayne,

how’s your trip? i hope nothing’s gone bad. things back at easton have been the same as usual, but it’s not that fun without you here.

classes are boring, but that’s nothing new. i might rip my brain out. i’ve been baking to try and cope. by the way, when you get back, you have to try this cheese tart i made. i had your brother and a friend of his try them. they seemed to like it a lot. i don’t know the name of the kid yet, but he wants me to make cream puffs next time. he says they’re a lot better than cheese tarts so you’ll have to try those too.

speaking of finn, he’s doing extremely well. he’s making lots of friends which is really nice to see. he always seems nervous to talk to me though. am i intimidating or something. i don’t think i am. unless you’ve been saying some things about me then i think we’re gonna have a problem…

gods, i miss you so much. come back soon. i’ll be waiting for you always. take care of yourself and don’t stress too much. i love you.

- y/n

p.s. please get me a souvenir. thank you! i love you, again.

rayne stands up, finding a sheet of paper and a quill. he pulls out a chair by a table. a slight smile flashes on the visionary’s face as he writes back to you—his home.

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 month

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Hello there ! I'm such a big fan of your work and i wanted to know if you could please write about azriel x plus size reader (cause curvy Queens deserves that giant bat too) ? Maybe something about her having insecurities BC azriel IS surrounded by beautiful slim women and she think that hes's in love with one of them until they're in a fight and he confesse his love to reader. AT first she can't believe it but she goes to cassian who's like "are you seriously that blind? He loved you the moment he looked a you ???" And then you Can add Smut were he workships her, i won't be against it (only if you're confortable with it obviously)

Big thanks for all your work and i looove you !!

Sorry, this took a moment. 🫧🤍

Picture perfect

In a way, you always felt like a misfit. It wasn’t only because of your looks. If you were to be frank you didn’t nitpick at yourself till others started throwing comments here and there. Planting these tiny seeds in your brain. Ones that bloomed it obstructed your vision, altering it in ways that made you cower in the big crowds of people. Made you avoid parties. Made you blind to so many other things.

Your saving grace for a long while had been Azriel. A childhood best friend who had seen you at your worst and stuck through it. So you felt comfortable with him. And even if he wasn’t big on speaking or voicing his opinion. One thing he never missed was completing you. You had always brushed it off. He was a spymaster after all. So, what if he noticed that you colored your hair slightly? Or curled it in another way. Or that you bought a different style of dress. Or got a new perfume. Rhys paid him to be observant, right? It was that until he had sat you down by the river one evening. And blurted out that he liked you while falling over every other word.

“No, you don’t”, you had whispered. “What do you mean, no, I don’t?”, he had pulled back in confusion. “As friends yes but not like… romantically”, you shrugged. Considering that you had fully convinced yourself that he would never fall for you. Not when he could have anyone. “Yn, I know how I feel and so that means that I like you”, Azriel said more firmly as you let out a low laugh, “Why are you doing this?”, you moved to stand up. “Doing what? Yn, if you don’t feel…”, he had moved to stand up but you were already stepping back from him. “I saw you with Sybile by the fountain today, don’t play games with me because I’m an ugly duckling”, you had hissed at him. Leaving him standing there all confused.

And now for the past week, you had done everything to avoid him. Feeling your heart ache more and more now that he wasn’t there to lean on. So your days were spent mopping over the past as you looked out the window till it got pitch black and you forced yourself to crawl into bed.

“Okay, I physically cannot take any more of this”, Cassian had strolled into the house of wind. A box of your favorite pastries in one of his hands. “Then I don’t know why you are here”, you huffed turning away from him. “I’m here because I apparently having the biggest brain out of the two of you”, he chirped, turning your chair so you would face him. “I highly doubt it”, you crossed your arms over your chest as you looked up at him. The general only smirked, he was used to tough bickering with Nesta.

“I will put this very simply”, Cassian said before shoving a donut into his mouth. “Azriel had been an ass. You had been up here for the past week”, he said with crumbs falling from his mouth, making you grimace.

“Can’t you chew and…”, “Shh”, he waved a powdered sugar-covered finger at you. “Now… You know why all of that happened?”, he asked as if you were a toddler. “Yes, Cass, I know. We fought”, you grumbled. But the general only made a dissatisfied boo. “You two are like that because you like each other but your head is more up your ass than his was”, Cassian clicked his fingers.

“That is not true”, you argued, tearing a part of an apple tart. “What’s keeping you from saying yes to him?”, now this hit you harder than you thought, making you stare up at him for a split second. You knew there was no point in lying. This man would sense a lie before it had a chance to leave your mouth.

“I’m not his type”, you muttered under your breath, already feeling your insecurities bubbling. “I would call that bullshit”, Cassian leaned back. “Cass, he dated goddesses. Slim. Tall. Everything sculpted with so much effort”, you grunted, “And then look at me. Ass, tits, I ain’t no size zero”. Cassian tilted his head to the side, “I fail to see a single bad thing in the way you just described yourself”. “Not funny, Cassian”, you grumbled, “I am not making fun of you same goes for Azriel. Do you know that he had been planning to tell you for the last two months? And I caught him vomiting right after dinner because he was way too nervous”, each of the generals words hit you like a blow. Azriel had planned it? Wasn’t a wimp? Wasn’t just a joke. He wanted to… “He’s been an angry little cloud”, Cassian chuckled, “And I think you should take him out of his misery because I know that you feel the same”.

You practically ran through the townhouse. Slipping steps in your way as you rushed to Azriel’s office. Practically falling through the door. Azriel was out of his chair in a hurry. Worry is written all over his face. “Has something happened? Have you been hurt?”, he asked frantically looking you over. You probably didn’t look too put together now that you had run like a maniac to get to him. You shook his head, “I had to see you, had to apologize”, you breathed out, “for the river”. Azriel’s shoulders sagged, “You have nothing to apologize for, I’m not here trying to make you like me”. You let out a painful sigh, “Azriel but I do like you it’s just…”, your voice fell silent for a moment, “I just don’t see why you would like someone like me”, you muttered looking down on yourself.

Azriel frowned, “What is that supposed to mean?”. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes, “Well, don’t you want someone like Sybile, a perfect blond with two symmetrical breasts and no…”, “I will stop you right here”, Azriel cut in, stepping closer to you, cupping your cheek. “If I wanted to cuddle a bag of bones, I would go to the cave up the mountain”, he pointed out, making your eyes shoot out, “Az”, hissed. “I love you first for who you are and you come with extra assets to love. Not that I look at your breast when you wash linens in the river or anything”, Azriel shrugged as you hit his chest playfully, “Pervert”, you muttered. Feeling your lips curve upwards slightly. “I don’t measure my love for you in your weight or looks. And even if I did, it would just mean that I have more love for you”, “When did you turn into such a sweet lovey boy?”, you tilted your head to the side before giving it a little shake. “Just found this picture-perfect girl, she kind of made me fall head over heels for her”, Azriel muttered, before leaning in to kiss you softly.

#azriel acotar x reader #azriel acotar imagine #azriel x you #azriel imagine #azriel spymaster #azriel x oc #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #azriel #acotar imagine #acotar x reader #acotar x you

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rineptune · 2 months

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differently.

summary: angel dust catches the attention of an esteemed monarch from lust ring.

warnings: explicit dialogue and description, foul language, references to drugs, sex, and alcohol, please be mindful of the content you consume.

a/n: this is how my oc (yve) meets angel dust after ep 8, but you could imagine this as yn bcs it isn’t too detailed aside from the fact that yn (reader) is a hybrid between a scorpion and dragon demon. if this gets a certain amount of notes i might make a part 2 idk

“what got dollface runnin’ around like a headless goose so early in the morning?”

“oh! a friend of hers is visiting, and i heard he’s the baddest boy,” niffty giggles, tracing her finger on a freshly honed kitchen knife she got from the kitchen. distracted by the enthusiasm for the arrival of the “baddest boy,” angel dust took the opening to discreetly pry the utensil from her hand and placed it by the shelf.

angel dust yawns, taking a seat on the lounge chair. “charlie’s friend’s comin’?”

“not just my friend, you guys!” charlie tells them in a haste, “my bestest friend— we go way back; ever since we were in diapers.”

“bestest isn’t really word used, babe.”

angel dust passively shrugged, turning to vaggie. “and have you ever met charlie’s ‘bestest friend’ before?”

“no, but he does call and listen to her ramblings weekly,” vaggie answered. “and i heard he helped fund the hotel’s initial renovations when charlie inherited the mansion from her parents.”

“oh? we talkin’ rich sugar daddy here?”

“is money the only thing that you heard?”

“mm, maybe,” angel dust replied.

•

it’s not until later, past lunchtime, that their show-and-tell activity was disrupted by the new guest.

“oh, yeah~ daddy!”

“and this is my favorite episode of my ‘interrogation turned ravage session’ series because it’s the last one we had to do for the whole franchise,” angel dust shared with a toothy grin. “my co-star’s dick was average at best, but he did the stamina, which made up for his lackin’ technique.”

“that’s a very nice insight, angel,” charlie smiles awkwardly, cowering behind the decorative pillow.

“can we, uhm, have the next presenter, please?”

“can’t we just turn the tv off?” vaggie rolls her eyes.

“hm. ‘interrogation turned ravage session?’ that series won an award for longest screentime per episode, if i recall,” a new voice says, eliciting a surprised scream from charlie as she jumped into her girlfriend’s arms.

“who the fuck are you?” husk rose from his seat.

there you stood, indifferent to their semi-shocked and confused gasps and murmurs.

“my apologies for suddenly entering your hotel without notice, lie-lie—” you bowed slightly. “you weren’t answering your phone nor heard our knocking on your front door.”

your eyes met his, though they didn’t linger too long because charlie almost tackled you to the ground.

angel dust is left stunned.

satan, who is this?

“yn! you’re late; we thought you weren’t coming!”

“the train got delayed at the border, but all is well as i’m already here, hm?”

introductions went like a breeze, and now it was angel dust’s turn to be greeted by you. he had to admit that you had the sex appeal. it’s only natural that he had to flirt with you.

“and this is angel dust! one of our guests,” charlie says.

“nice to meet you, handsome,” angel dust greets, imitating a claw with his hands as he lets out a soft, seductive growl.

“i’m thrilled to meet you in person, angel dust.”

you took his hand—delicately and with absolute care, if he may add—placing a soft kiss on his knuckles. the gesture sends a flurry of butterflies coursing throughout his whole body, rendering him speechless and flabbergasted for seconds.

“i— uh, yeah, nice to meet ya. fan of my work?” angel dust recalls how you mentioned his series won an award— and not just any reward— the lust-stringed award that was usually reserved for media made from lust ring.

he just so happened to win the award because of the landslide of votes this year.

you chuckle, shaking your head. “if i were to be honest, i had no clue what your name was until now, but i only heard of your published shows through my secretary.”

“oh,” angel dust smiled awkwardly. “shame.”

“ah, my apologies if this puts an awkward tension between us.”

“it’s fine, not everyone recognizes a star from this side of the pentagram,” he tells you, relaxing back on the couch.

charlie and the others were gone by now, possibly giving the two a moment as they went to their separate businesses.

“what’re you doin’ here anyways?”

“i just wanted to pay lie-lie a visit,” you answered. “she was insistent that i travel from divine downtown to pentagram to meet you.”

“me?” angel dust perks up a bit.

“all of you here in the hotel, i’m sorry if i didn’t make it clear.”

embarrassment creeps at the back of the conversation, and angel dust wishes that it wasn’t this awkward because dear satan, this demon was hot as fuck, but he’s far too polite and nonchalant to have come from lust ring.

but he thinks something is about to come of this.

something new.

something different.

someone tell me how to continue this bcs i only have a vague idea in my head lol

#classic ໒꒱ ink #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel angel dust #angel dust #angel dust x reader #angel dust x you #angel dust fluff #angel dust x y/n

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kneelingshadowsalome · 8 months

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🤠🫶:

I am CACKLING like a cartoon villain oh my GOD you are a genius!!! Of course the toxic king breaks his back of COURSE he does the fucking idiot (affectionate), so there's fuck-all he can do with reader's big announcement that this was all worth it and he can totally get some...yknow, in a couple months. AHHHHH. And she just wanted to give him something to look forward to, motivation for the physical therapy <33 (she boops his nose while he lays there wishing for death and cowering from her, of course she does, omg. i love them your honor!!)

and maybe she gets more confident now that he can't fucking move 💀💀 (lmao, oh god. König if you weren't such a menace this would have been easier for her a lot earlier and nobody would be in this situation) and maybe this leads to way more sensual touching from her on her own initiative; she's curious, after all, and she does like him a lot and she's just trying to help him get better, you know? and König eats that shit up, starts telling her all about these itches and sore muscles he can't reach, could she be a dear (trying to act like he's not literally begging for her touch) and then he basically blacks out the first time her hands linger and drift, but probably better that than the things he was going to say to her. So König wants to die, this is too much, he's done, he's a goner each time she visits him. and damn her, she's a devoted little thing, never misses visiting hours. Always so sweet and caring towards him and it's the perfect image of a faithful, doting housewife without the wife or the house or the sex part of it lmao. And of course he can’t move when all this is happening!!! so basically just more torture and his mind just kind of breaks into little tiny pieces held together by demented lovesick lust-filled fantasies. he says some absolutely filthy things (makes the cunt licking look family friendly in comparison), he can't control it really anymore, and poor reader is shocked/horrified and blushing furiously, but thinks it's the medications and the pain and whatnot, tries to be understanding, only chides him once she gets her shock under control (and he's actually stone cold sober the entire fucking time lmao, but he ain't telling her that, she'd run if she knew).

AND THEN MAYBE~~ (dun dun dun) one day reader is FINALLY reaching under the stupid hospital bed blanket - he can feel her soft little fingertips and carefully manicured nails travel down his abs, trace the V of his hips (my man is going to black out again, good lord) and she's looking at him with big round eyes and she's nervous she's going to do it wrong and he won't like it (as if), and it's taking FOREVER for her to get her hand between his legs bc sweet little thing just wants to do it right, and he's out of his mind, half-crying, whisper-begging at this point (it's probably not even English, not German either, just mindless pleas). Her hand FINALLY wraps around his length and he's lucky he doesn't cum right then and there; she's blushing so violently at taking a man in her hands for the first time and she's seeking HIS approval with those pretty doe eyes as she bites her lip. So of course that's when there's a knock at the door (the universe hates him, he's going to scream, whoever this is is lucky he can't move and they might die anyway from the blast radius of sheer rage) and a doctor comes in for daily rounds. Reader barely has time to yank her hand back before doc sticks his head through the privacy curtains and yep our man's heart might actually just stop, he is just going to keel over right then and there.

so not even a handjob for our poor king <3 if he doesn’t die (lol) he transfers to in-home care IMMEDIATELY and finally gets reader to himself in a more private setting where he can lock the fucking door. this is the part where I look away lmao, I'd leave him blue-balled & suffering forever ...am i a mean person?? also RIP to that doctor. this verse is so hilarious & wonderful and i love it, feels like a tug of war between tropes and genres if that makes sense which results in your delightful genius works, thank you thank you <333

This is so beautiful. I am puddle & I can't thank you enough for collaborating & I LOVE YOU Howdy anon 💋 and um, I think I got a little too excited about their first time lol oops (I can't leave him blue-balled forever! Poor man would die of heart failure 🥺)

(Tamara and Demon (1864), Mihály von Zichy)

Word count: 3.7 k

CW: 18+ NSFW. Corruption kink goes brrrr. Masturbating, dirty talking, obsessive/yandere König. Awkward handjob. First time/virgin!reader. Kinda sweet and fluffy 🩷 Also coersion/mildly dubious consent, tread carefully!

A/N: You can find the story of König x virgin!reader and their relationship so far by following the tag (könig x virgin reader)

Oh she visits him alright!

She’s much braver now that König is bedridden and can’t move. They actually spend more time together after the weightlifting accident. The intense stares haven’t gone anywhere, he's actually gotten worse in that department, but otherwise, König is behaving quite nicely.

He seems to like it when she reads to him next to his bed, which is immensely cute in her opinion. Armed with a new book in the crook of her arm, she’s on her way to visit him again for another session.

She's already accustomed to simply floating in after giving his door a light rap. She's also gotten used to the sight of guns and knives and the smell of army storage, even the manly, pungent stench of sweat that lingers on top of it.

But it’s not the potpourri of masculine military scents that stop her at the door and nearly make her drop her book.

The King himself is lying naked on the bed – well, naked except for the bag of a mask he seems to hold on to like it’s his soul. This time, she doesn’t even see it: her eyes fly straight to the towering erection he’s stroking, urgently with one hand while the other cups a pair of shaved, pale balls.

"König…?"

The man who calls himself King curses – in German or in English, she can’t tell. The sight of him there, caught red-handed on touching himself, only makes her feel sorry for him. König has nowhere to run and hide, nothing to cover himself with, he's not supposed to even move yet. And he is not the one who should be embarrassed, after all, she's the one who barged in on his privacy.

Although… König doesn't look embarrassed.

He only looks drunk and sweaty and in need.

She thinks about turning back and leaving him with hurried excuses because what the hell is she supposed to do…? Read him a book? He is still gripping his cock like it’s a sword or something, breathing like he just ran a marathon.

And speaking of swords, that weapon is far too big for her... Hell, she doesn’t know much about swords but she would deem that sword far too big for any woman.

If she were clever, she would run away from that stare and that huge, monstrous cock. But she’s not that clever, that much is clear because everyone she’s told she’s dating König have warned her about him. Every cell in her body is warning her of danger, but she keeps running back to him, over and over again…

Well, at least he can’t move, she thinks, takes a hesitant step, and places the book down on a table. Just when she’s about to whisper some calming, soothing words to this beast, the beast speaks.

"Take your clothes off," comes a husky command from the bed, and she freezes with her fingertips still on the cover of her cute little book about German fairytales (she knows König likes his fairytales bloody).

Normally, she would make a scene out of such audacity. She might even storm out of the room and vow to never speak to him again for daring to talk to her like that.

But…

He looks so desperate. König looks like a giant bound for torture on that bed. And he's not the only one who has been tormented these past few weeks… The incident at the hospital has plagued her dreams every night as she has tucked herself in with the memories of König's… sword.

Perhaps it would help with his pain if she offers him relief in his time of need. No harm can come from that, surely. She doesn't know how exactly taking her clothes off will help, but if that is his wish, then it’s the least she can do.

To her and his surprise, her hands drift to the hem of the top she’s wearing. She’s feeling rather wild – something about seeing König completely naked yet unable to move is making her act like this. Like she's the brave one. Like she’s in control now.

Dedicated to her task, she pulls the shirt over her head.

Nothing moves on that bed for a good long while. As far as she can tell, König might've stopped breathing. But by the time she takes her bra off, there’s a swallow under that hood. Then the hand slowly starts to stroke again, the moist, slick sounds continue as her breasts fall free from their confinement.

She’s breathing heavily too, and the man on the bed is stiff as a stone: every single muscle in his body is pulled taut as he stares at her breasts like they’re the Revelation of John. Then those blue eyes lift to her face just before another command is issued.

"Take off the rest."

"The–the rest…?"

"I just want to watch you."

His voice is hoarse and croaky, and she feels even more sorry for him – König must be in so much pain and she just keeps on teasing him. She started this, so perhaps it’s better just to see it through.

What’s crazy though is that he actually moans when she gets out of her pants, socks, and finally, her underwear. The slick sounds of fapping increase, and he’s moaning.

She hasn’t even touched him yet… She’s just standing there before him completely naked, heat pooling low in her belly as König continues to work himself with what looks like both pleasure and pain.

"Komm… Come here," he orders next, out of breath but surprisingly politely, and she has no other option than to approach his bed. She sits down as chastely as possible, then almost jumps back up when a steel-hard thigh brushes against hers.

"Touch it. Ja?"

Her eyes grow as wide as they can go as she takes in the cock she has touched once before, briefly and under a hospital sheet. Now it’s right there, foreign and demanding.

Better just to see it through, her mind tweets as her hand reaches out through what feels like water. Like before, there's a sharp intake of air under the hood as she takes him in her hand. It’s even hotter than she remembered, and gives a tight pull the instant her fingers wrap around it.

"Like this…?"

"Just like that…"

Her meek little mouse peeps and multiple bats of eyelashes are like drug to him, it seems. The man is as tight as a bowstring when she starts to move her hand up and down, mimicking the motions she just saw him do. They're not as fast as his, and her grip must be way gentler, but she seems to do surprisingly well for an inexperienced virgin. The poor man looks like he’s about to faint on that bed.

What she doesn’t expect, however, is König to touch her.

A large, warm palm sweeps across her ribs and lands on her breast, softly, as if he's concerned that he might scare her off. She's the one who's stopped breathing now… And then he rubs her, squeezes her. Gently… Reverently.

"You're soft," comes a strained sigh from the bed as she tries to keep her own grip both tight and gentle. She’s starting to get so wet she fears she will stain his sheets. Bewildered, she tries to change her position, but the palm cupping her breast seems to have bound her to the bed too. Nothing moves, except her hand and his as they explore each other. A giant and an angel...

Something hot and wet meets her hand as she strokes him – is he cumming already…? But it can't be, she has heard there’s supposed to be quite a bit of it when a man cums, and there’s only a few ample drops of clear liquid oozing out of the slit on his tip.

"Can't wait for the day I get to make you scream," he rasps, and her heart is hammering in her chest as more cum-like liquid streams from the slit of his cock, adding to the lewd, moist sounds of the handjob she’s giving him.

König doesn’t know she has never even kissed a guy…

"We'll… we'll get there," she tries to soothe him, thanking her lucky stars this man can't move.

"I want to fuck you," he continues, sounding more and more desperate. "Good and hard… until you cry under me. Want to see if you can take it all in."

"König…"

"It’s a long cock, ja? I can make you squirt."

"König, I'm still a virgin… You can't–"

"Nh–Sorry… sorry."

His head falls back on the pillow, his muscles relax just for the tiniest moment. But if she thought he would finally leave her to it, she was wrong. The hand of a giant killer drops between her legs next.

She’s sitting on the bed like she would sit on a side saddle, with one leg slightly bent, giving the horniest man on earth good enough access to the heat between her legs. She doesn’t stop him – she doesn’t even want to – as broad fingertips meet her pubic hair and slip between her already slick folds.

"...Was? Pretty angel is all wet," he comments on her state of mess. Approvingly: like all his fears have suddenly disappeared.

She has to fight the urge to roll her head back and moan as those agile fingers start to give her full, generous strokes. She almost messes up her rhythm while stroking his cock, which seems to have gotten even harder.

His fingers delve into her with more courage, they tease her tight, tender nub with excited circles. She tries not to jolt and shiver as he makes her even more slick, tries to ignore how her nipples grow hard from that burning stare alone.

"Such a pretty girl… and so wet. You sure you don't want it?"

She thinks about it – how it would feel if he somehow was able to take her on that bed. If he pushed that cock inside her and if it would hurt or make her moan even more. Even the thought of trying to fit that inside her makes her thighs feel like pudding.

"I don’t know… You're still recovering."

"Heh… That's not a problem. You can be on top. I'll help," he offers as if it’s a gentlemanly thing to do, to help her bounce on that huge cock.

"I–I'd rather do it the classic way."

"I'll show you classic when I get better," he promises with unconcealed greed. "I'll show you all the other ways too. We’ll do it any way you like."

She tries hard not to whimper when hearing his promise. She tries her best to pleasure the biggest cock she’s ever seen. It’s ridiculous that it’s the only cock she’s ever seen... What sort of a cruel joke was it from the universe to choose this king-sized Austrian to be her first man?

She wonders how König would react if she told him he’s too big for her.

Would he try to change her mind? Would he have a meltdown?

Would he cry…?

She doubts if this man ever cries. The last time a brutal soldier like him shed tears was probably when he was a kid. But he did look like he was about to cry that one time when she booped his nose...

And despite being a cold-blooded soldier and somewhat awkward at times, König has always been so, so delicate with her. He's tender even now, touching her with the gentlest avarice there is. But that searing stare wants to possess her, devour her, and it makes her bite her lip nearly to the point of drawing blood.

"Sit on my face?" he offers next, this time sounding so desperate it's almost pathetic.

Sit on his face…

What would he even do? Lick her? Try to push his tongue inside her while finishing himself?

The thought alone makes her mess up her rhythm again and causes her pussy to pulse more wetness on his fingers. She secretly hopes he would slip at least one of those fingers inside.

"Let me see your cunt," he begs. God – this giant mercenary is begging to see her poor, aching pussy. "Just… let me at least taste you–"

She can’t even reply before the hand between her legs gives a sudden twitch and stops those delicious rubs. Actually, his whole body is going rigid.

"König…? Am I hurting you?"

"I'm–gonna cum…"

Oh god.

Oh god ohgod-

She's not sure what gives her more of a fright: the sound that leaves her soldier boyfriend as he cums, or the bright, hot flash of liquid that shoots from the cock in her hand.

He groans like it’s torture. Long and hard, so loud that she’s sure other people can hear it in the neighboring rooms, perhaps even further than that. There’s one, two, three spurts of thick, hot liquid, after that, she loses count because it spills to coat his stomach, it runs down her hand, and she’s pumping him in a frenzy while he just keeps on moaning.

"Slow, slow down–" he tries to groan in the middle of his climax and she obeys immediately, reveling in how his cock still throbs in her hand when she finally stops moving altogether. More cum gushes out with every strong pulse, even if the eruptions are less violent. Ropes of it already cover his abs, it coats her hand with thick film – it's far more than she would ever have expected, and a shiver goes through her as she imagines what it must feel like to take all of that semen inside her…

"Ah… Das war wirklich…" König sighs dreamily while she must be looking like a startled deer.

Yes, that was really something… She doesn’t know what to do with his cock, or her hand, or the mess that coats half his body.

Luckily, he instructs her to take his old shirt from the floor and clean herself with it. She cleans him with it too, dabs the black t-shirt over his muscled stomach, even tries to swipe his crotch with it as gently as she can.

König looks happier by the minute, looks at her like she’s an angel or something, and when she fully commits herself to getting him cleaned up, he gets another erection. She’s quite horrified – how is this even possible…? She thought men would need at least hours to get it back up again.

"Come on top," he offers, sounding all but seductive with that commanding tone.

She swallows, thinking if König wants to be a "gentleman" and finish her too. With his tongue... or something else.

"Just for a hug? We don't have to put it in."

She seems to be under some spell tonight, because she simply drops the poor, cum-stained shirt back on the floor and crawls to the bed and on top of him.

König is hot and lean as she presses herself against him, her thighs now straddling the intimidating thing between his legs. Her head falls right beside his mask-covered face, and the smell of guns and fuel and sweat is prominent there, as is his natural odor, the woodland musk she has grown so fond of.

"There we go," his arms go around her waist, pressing her tighter against him. There’s no escape now, she thinks, but like always with König, she eventually softens and relaxes, molds against him… Accepts her fate.

"You did well, Meine Liebe," he even caresses her head as she slowly melts into his hold. "I’m sorry if I frightened you. Will you forgive me?"

"Um, of course."

"A gentleman should always apologize if he has upset his lady. Do you agree?"

"Uh… Yes."

"I promise to be a good man. The best man you could ever hope for."

She bites her lip as König continues to caress her. She’s far from upset, but she doesn’t want to tell him that and excite him too much. Otherwise he might end up hurting himself. He hugs her tight, and seems to have calmed down more than ever.

Is this what an orgasm does to a man...? The change is drastic, and her lover feels warm, and tender, and inviting. He even whispers more promises on her skin. They're nonsensical but gentle, König is probably trying to be romantic, but she can feel how his breaths grow heavier as time goes on. After all, they're both naked, pressed tightly together, closer than ever before, and he's having an erection again...

She tries not to shiver at the things he tells her. The husky promises of love and protection: "You are mine now, ja? Don’t be afraid. I would never hurt you. I will always keep you safe." And then, "You’re still wet, mein Mädchen… How about we practice just a little bit? We'll do it slow. Ja? I will make you moan…"

He coos those things in her ear while holding her in place for his cock. She starts to move on her own accord; it’s like her hips have their own will. Soon, her entrance meets the tip of him, still hot and bulged, and she starts to grind against it with barely restrained greed. She is wet – wetter than ever.

König curses multiple times under his breath, and she feels so, so filthy for loving how unhinged he is, how unhinged she is – spread wide on top of him like that, trying to get off of the faintest touch of his cock. She’s so soaked that the hot tip of him glides across her folds with no effort at all.

She feels like she’s doing something forbidden, taking her pleasure from him like that, but König doesn’t seem to know what the word filthy even means. He keeps praising her, guiding her, helping her, telling her how good she feels, that she’s doing so, so well.

Soon, he’s asking to put it in – just the tip.

She tries her best not to sound too needy as she breathes a soft, mousy "Yes."

"How does that feel?"

He’s panting, few inches of thick cock inside her, and she thinks, did she just lose her virginity? Is this it? Why isn’t it hurting?

“You like that, hmm?”

He feels so, so good, pressing her against him, spreading her legs with his own, trying to feed more of that marvelous thickness inside. It doesn’t hurt, at least not yet. It makes her dizzy to even think what she must be looking like, with her legs spread and a huge cock partly inside her.

She should say something… What was it that he asked? Oh yes, if she likes it. She more than just likes it, and tries to push herself down to get more of him in. König reacts immediately with a ton of praise leveled at her in the softest possible way.

“That's it, that's it, pretty girl, take it in…”

Him cheering her on like that only makes her decide that it’s time to let go and let go for good. But she can’t get him in by herself, not while he’s holding her a prisoner like this.

"More… König, please," she hears herself whimper.

God, is this all it took...? Him holding her close and letting her find the joys of sex herself? Apparently so, because he sounds goddamn smug when he turns his head to rasp more needy, throaty things in her ear.

"Ah… Knew you'd beg for it… "

His voice makes her inner walls clamp down on him, and that’s when it hurts, but only slightly. She wants him so much that it’s painful. And König… God, he keeps on showering her with praises and promises.

"I'll show you how good it can be… That's it, let me hear you. It's a good cock, ja? Good cock for a pretty girl…"

It’s not even fully in before he starts the thrusts. That’s when she knows she has lost her virginity. She’s being plunged. Not taken… Just… loved, thoroughly and deeply.

When she moans, finally sounds as filthy as can be, he tells her how tight she is. How good she feels. He says he’s going to cum again soon. But not before her…

He doesn’t need to instruct her to rub her clit on his pelvis in rhythm with the thrusts. She is smart enough to do that by herself. And the thoughts of This is it, I’m not a virgin anymore have turned into Is it possible to cum on your first time…?

Everything’s perfect, all things considered. But there’s something missing.

"König," she swallows arduously. "I’ve never been kissed... Would you– Could you…?"

He stops moving, releases his hold a little. A strong heart is hammering inside his chest, she can feel it against her own fluttering heartbeat.

Is it stupid of her to ask…? Will he only laugh at her for being so sentimental?

Apparently no, because it’s the warmest possible command that surrounds her this time.

"Lift the mask, angel."

By the time their lips meet, both hesitant and needy, he's fully inside her and holding her like a mountain. She feels like she's in a fairytale now: the only thing that moves is his mouth, and hers. Theirs is a slow, hungry rhythm.

Her first kiss is not only awkwardly romantic and sweet, it’s sinfully good.

The kiss also does things she did not expect. Her pussy goes tight around him, so tight that a whimper or two escape her nose, and König only purrs – she feels like the softest little creature in the embrace of a lean jaguar.

And she thinks…

Why on earth didn't they do this months ago?

#answered #yandere könig #könig smut #könig x virgin reader

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vcnillazelda · 1 year

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Could I ask for ghost x fem reader, or just reader in general. They're dating but she's extremely scared of bugs and Simon is just laughing at her as she yells for help because there's a spider in the bathroom? Sorry if it's too much or away from your rules. I don't know what your rules are. :) :/

simon riley with a gf who has entomophobia

tags: entomophobia (obviously), established relationship, fluff, protective! simon

a/n: aaa dw this is fine!! as someone with a phobia of moths i can write this easily haha

✞———————❖———————✞

as soon as this man hears you scream then call his name he’s running to the bathroom

he’s thinking the worst like there’s a home intruder so he’s 100% ready to fight

instead he finds you cowering in the corner with a hand on your chest, your eyes are wide and you look like you’re about to start crying

he’s immediately by your side asking what’s wrong

when you tell him about the bug he just blinks and stares at you for a moment

instead of teasing you or anything like that, he simply stands, locates the bug and puts it outside

when you’re more calm he asks about your phobia, wondering where it came from

you just state it’s been there since you were a child and you can’t stand bugs being near you

from there on out he prevents any bugs from getting near you. this man has a personal vendetta against them at this point

before any critter can even get into your line of sight he’s got it and putting it outside/killing it

if you’re in the task force with him he’ll tease you a little, joking about how he’s seen you take down fully grown men yet you’re scared of butterflies 😭

never lets soap find out, bc that man would chase you around with fake bugs for fun let’s be honest

learning about your phobia leads him to open up about his, it’s a nice bonding experience :)

#simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley imagine #ghost x reader #mw ghost #ghost cod #// 🍨 vcnillazelda #// 🍨 call of duty

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can i request little reader and mommy wanda, and they go to a park and little misbehaves and acts like a brat and gets a punishment for being a brat (this is the longest red light ever)

…HATE ME?

PAIRINGS: Wanda Maximoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 1065

WARNINGS: angst, little reader, mommy!Wanda, silent treatments, Wanda feels down because of R, R also feels down bc of Wanda, not spell checked tbh, think that’s abt it :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

Your lip jittered as you whimpered, your pleads going silenced to the older woman. She sat on the couch with a book in her hands, her reading glasses perched on her nose as she flipped each page without digesting it entirely, but you didn’t need to know that.

“Mommy, ‘m sorry!” You felt tears pooling at your eyes and huddled your stuffie closer to your chest before rushing upstairs to your room. You closed the door behind you and removed every blanket and pillow from her side of the bed before placing your stuffed animals in the now unoccupied area. It was a rule of hers to not have toys on the bed, and if you did, it was only one or two that you slept with alongside her. Other than that, they were saved for play time only.

You huffed angrily and closed your eyes, intending on falling asleep until that came to a short fail. You couldn’t stop recalling the previous activities that led to this moment that had guilt gnawing at your heart.

“Baby, not today, okay? It’s too chilly for ice cream right now, and you’re already freezing!” She exclaimed her words with a rub to your arms that filled with goosebumps from the chilled wind. You glared at her after your pleading eyes did not work the way you wished, and she exaggerated a pout in return.

“That’s not fair! I wan’ ice cream!” Your hands balled into fists and your nostrils flared, your angered expression making Wanda audibly aww.

“My little cutie! Why don’t we just head home, lay down, watch a movie.” She dragged out, hoping it would bring back your excitement and tempt you into giving up.

“No, I don’ wanna go home until I have ice cream!” She sighed, annoyed that her suggestion did not work and you were still upset.

“Look, I said no ice cream, alright? Just be a good girl and listen to mommy, yeah?” She knew you always fell for the title, but there was something so strong about this truck that was now leaving that had it blanking your mind.

“No fair! I hate you, mommy!” You saw her facial expressions shift as her eyes widened with slight red behind them. You felt the hand that had been holding your wrist tighten, and her head titled to the side menacingly.

“You want to repeat that word for me?” You had come to realize your mistake and cowered down, gulping as you struggled to form a coherent sentence or thought.

“I…I didn’ mean it-“

“You didn’t mean it? So you didn’t mean to say you oh so proudly just how much you hate me? You said it, didn’t you? Fucking shit,” She mumbled the curses under her breath. “And here I thought I had trained my little girl well.”

“No, you did, mommy! I swear, you did! I didn’t mean to say it, I really, really didn’t.” She shook her head disapprovingly, guiding you to the car quickly as you struggled to follow behind her.

“Hurts, mommy.” You mumbled in hopes she’d listen, but that came to a quick end when you were pushed into the backseat.

“I’m sorry, mommy, I really didn’t mean it.” She ignored you the rest of the ride, her fingers tapping on the steering wheel and slightly filling the tense silence. You knew you were done for when you got home.

You heard the door close behind the woman as you refused to turn and look at her, knowing deep down it was all you wished for. You squeezed your eyes even tighter and pretended to be asleep, although Wanda knew you weren’t. She walked to the closet and sorted through a selection of clothes aimlessly.

“Mommy?” You eventually gave in, and Wanda did not turn to look in your direction.

“Please stop ignoring me! It’s hurtin’ my feelings,” You chewed your lip and rubbed your legs together for the warmth she did not supply.

“Oh, it hurts your feelings?” She asked, and that was the first time she had spoken in what felt like years. You sat up now, bringing your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around them.

“Mhm.”

“Because it really hurt mommy’s feelings when you said you hated her, but that doesn’t matter?” You looked down in shame and she hummed, now stepping out of the small room and walking closer to your proximity.

“Now, I know you were upset that you weren’t getting what you wanted, but that gives you absolutely no right to be mean and say such horrible things to mommy.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” You spoke lowly, your voice full of shame. She crossed her arms over her chest and placed a knee on the bed that was filled with your toys, but she didn’t seem to notice or care at the moment.

“I know you are, but that doesn’t change what you did.” You shook your head in agreement with her words.

“I- I was upset and I really wanted ice cream but I was really, really mean to mommy and I didn’t mean to, and ‘m really, really, really sorry.” She didn’t respond and you worried she didn’t forgive you. You were about to plead her once more before she stood and began walking to your side of the bed where you sat so anguished. She then placed herself in front of you and put her hands on your knees before leaning in to place a kiss on your forehead.

“I know you are, baby.”

“You forgive me?”

“Not exactly, but I’m not mad at you anymore.” A smile began to grow on your face and she pinched your cheeks at the sight.

“Does that mean you won’ ignore me now?”

“I won’t ignore you anymore, my love.”

“And does that mean we can have ice crea-“

“Woah, woah, woah, I think we’re getting a bit too far now.” You giggled and she followed before scooting your stuffies to the side and making space for her own body to fit. She pulled you in closer and placed a kiss on your lips this time, sighing into it as she wrapped her arm around your body. She knew you could never hate her, and she knew she could never hate moments like this even if it meant she had to live out what led to it.

#wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff x reader smut #wanda maximoff oneshot #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x reader fluff #wanda maximoff x f!reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x gender neutral reader #scarlet witch angst #scarlet witch x you #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch

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stargirlrchive · 1 year

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folklore: hoax ✩ jake sully

masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ folklore masterlist

summary: widowed!jake sully x female!reader, no use of y/n, angst, marriage of convenience, smut :o, oral fem!receiving, slightest corruption kink, ANGST, TW!! eluded to death due to child birth

word count: 5,795

tiyawn (n) - love

comments: hi bbys <3 i swear i had rewritten this chapter like five times, complete scrapped it twice bc i was so unhappy w it, but i love this chapter sm. i feel like it is finally at a place where i am super proud of it, so i hope u all enjoy it. ALSOOO my first time writing smut so be nice or i WILL cry, but ok byeeee mwahhh ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

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- pandora, awa’tula, 2169 -

What would normally take three days' travel had taken five. Your legs ached as you had been flying for several hours, keeping Tuk tucked into you as sleep began to settle into her again. Your food supply was low, same with your drinkable water and you weren’t sure how much more any of you would last. “Jake-we are tired. Let us rest please.”

The kids hummed in agreement but he shook his head, “We are only a few miles out. We should be there within half an hour's time.”

You felt like crying, every part of your body was sore but you said nothing more. Flying close to everyone and you missed the normally loud chatter. Everyone had been so quiet since the departure from the Hallelujah mountains. You didn't blame them, you were saddened but you knew it was for the best, for the safety of everyone you loved. But it did not stop the ache in your heart.

And just as Jake said the reefs of Awa’tula came into view not long after. You might have been able to admire how beautiful the island was had you not been in such a horrid mood. You were tired, hungry, overall just irritable and the blaring horns did nothing but increase your frustration as all of you landed on the beach. The Metkayina were so different from all of you.

Their skin was a teal blue, light blue eyes, and tails so much thicker than yours. You all stood out like a sore thumb.

Tonowari, the chief and Olo’eyktan of the Metkayina tribe came towards all of you, he was tall with broad shoulders, there was so much power radiating off of the man and it made you cower a little. You wondered if that was how the Omatikayan’s saw Jake. But as they looked at you with caution it dawned upon you that they may reject you and send all of you away again, or worse, see you as a threat and try harming all of you. You felt the familiar need to protect settle into your bones and it put you on edge as the Olo’eyktan’s mate came before all of you, Ronal.

She ignored your greetings as her eyes scanned all six of you up and down, a look of disdain evident on her face. “Why do you come to us, JakeSully?”

“We seek Uturu.”

Ronal's face twisted up, “Uturu?”

“Yes-sanctuary for my family.”

Your tail swooshed in annoyance as the Tsahik began circling all of you, prodding and tugging at different parts of you as she inspected whatever she deemed unfit.

“We are reef people. You are sky people-your skills will mean nothing here.”

Tonowari did not mean to be harsh, at least you did not think, just stating the facts he saw. You ripped your tail away from the grip Ronal had, anger settling deep in your chest as you followed her movement. “We will learn your ways.” Jake turned to look at you and he noticed the anger swirling in your eyes, “Right?”

You gave a curt nod, fearing you'd scream out of pure frustration if you spoke. ”Their arms are thin.” Ronal gripped Tuk’s arm and you felt your fangs beginning to dig into your bottom lip, forcing down a snarl as Tuk whined out and ran closer to you. “Their tails are weak.”

She gripped Kiri’s tail just as she had done with yours moments ago and you felt the growl that was threatening to rip out of your throat at any given moment.

She gripped Kiri’s and Lo’aks hands, lifting them for all the Metkayina to see, “These children are not even true Na’vi! They have demon blood!”

You hissed out angrily, tail swishing erratically as you tugged the kids behind you. Ronal’s eyes drifted to yours, fangs barring and hissing back at you. Jake had never seen you so angry, his hand landed on your forearm to pull you back, but it didn't dimmer your angry gaze.

“Please forgive my mate, she is tired and we have come a long way.”

You were about to protest but Jake pulled you in closer as he picked his hand up for Ronal to see, matching those of his two middle children, ”Look-look. I was born of the sky people and now I am Na’vi. You can adapt.”

Ronal’s eyes shifted to your face again and you felt yourself resigning as you grumbled out quietly, “We will adapt.”

“We cannot let you bring your war here. Us Metkayina are not at war.”

“I’m done with war, okay? I just want to keep my family safe.”

You moved from Jake’s grasp, picking Tuk up as she nuzzled into you. “Uturu has been asked.”

Everyone's eyes jumped to you, tears had pooled at your eyes as you realized just how helpless you felt. If they rejected you, you were not sure what would happen to your family. Ronal and Tonowari shared a look, staying quiet for a few seconds before the Tsahik nodded her head towards her mate.

“Toruk Makto and his family will stay with us. Treat them as our brothers and sisters.”

Your shoulders sagged in relief, “They do not know the sea, so they will be like babies. Teach them our ways so they do not suffer the shame of being useless.”

You refrained from rolling your eyes, you were still so irritable. “Thank you.”

There were more words exchanged but you blocked them out, just going through the motions as Tonowari’s daughter, Tsireya, began to lead you to the Mauri that would now be your home. Tuk had wiggled out of your arms as she noticed the bouncy floors that connected the mauri’s. She was happily jumping and it began to melt the ice that had started to form around your heart.

“Thank you.”

Tsireya sent you a final smile, “I will leave you all to rest now.”

Weeks had passed and you felt that everyone was adjusting well to the life near the sea, except for you. The children were constantly hard at work, learning new skills and it warmed your heart to see them trying so hard. Jake was always out with Tonowari and the men of the clan, and you found yourself alone during the majority of the day.

It was nice at first, having time for yourself, not having to watch over a clan, you weren’t worried about the needs of so many people. But then the loneliness webbed around every part of your heart, all while you tried to fight the yearning you had started to feel once again for Jake.

He had asked you to apologize to Ronal, with much reluctance you did and even if you wanted to you could not deny that it was the right thing to do. After that the Metkayina women had started to warm up to you as well, inviting you to communal gatherings and picking of fruits or other supplies needed for the clan. But those were not often enough.

Ronal and you grew a nice friendship as well. You understood all the stress she dealt with on a daily basis and she had begun to come to you for words of encouragement or advice as you were the only other Na’vi around her age that understood the burden she carried. Still, it was not the same.

You missed the forest, your parents and siblings, you missed your people. “You are in your head again.”

You met Ronal’s clear blue eyes, you huffed quietly as you placed the basket you had been weaving down, “I am not.”

She gave you a look, one that reminded you too much of your mother or Mo’at, as if she was about to scold you. “You cannot lie to the Tsahik, we know all.”

She was teasing you, you shook your head and your ears pinned back, “I just miss the forest. It sounds so-stupid but the children are always so busy now. I feel lost, as if I have nothing to do.”

“Maybe Eywa is encouraging more kids between you and JakeSully.”

Your face flamed a deep purple, the topic of kids had always made you so nervous. “No-Jake and I are very happy with four.”

She pursed her lips, contemplating if she should say the next few words, “Is that what it is? Or is it that the two of you are not even really mated?.”

Your ears pinned back in shock, feeling something rush up your throat. You felt like you were going to throw up, “What are you talking about, Ronal?”

She rolled her eyes, stopping her movements, “Since the six of you have arrived I had such an uneasy feeling. At first I thought it was due to you all just being new-foreign to the reefs. I felt unsafe, I knew something was wrong because Eywa’s signs felt erratic, desperate.”

You couldn’t even look at her anymore, fear and guilt settling its way into your chest, “Then we became friends, and I thought it would go away. But the feeling was so persistent I prayed to the Great Mother for answers. She delivered.”

You couldn’t even speak as you felt a lump form at your throat, just listening to her like a child being scolded.

“It was such a vivid dream, I knew it was not fake. I felt your pain, he denied you what is rightfully yours. Still you went forward with the union.”

You felt so raw, so exposed as you responded to her, “No one will ever understand why we went about it the way we did, except for us and that is all that matters, Ronal.”

Your voice was so weak, there was no fight in you. “It matters when Eywa has felt betrayed. Have you ever thought that maybe things are turning out so horribly because you both keep fighting what is only right? What has been right in front of you for the last seven years?”

“He does not love me!”

She had never heard you sound so defeated, sadness filling her as she realized just how much you were hurting. “How can you be sure? If you have never told him.”

“Because I know him, I have known him since Neytiri and I were eighteen. I watched them fall in love and in all the past years he has never looked at me that way. Why should I hurt myself more if I know the outcome?”

Your eyes watered, you felt so helpless, like you were drowning under the weight of all of your emotions and no one was coming to save you. “Ronal-please do not say this to anyone. The kids do not need to know, it will just confuse them.”

She sighed quietly, you could tell she pitied you. You felt pathetic as she changed the subject, “You will be joining us today, correct?”

She was talking about the celebration the clan was having later in the evening. It was due to the Tulkun returning back to their brothers and sisters. “I do not know, I did not bring with me any festive clothing. I would feel out of place.”

Ronal tsked quietly, “Tsireya and I had a feeling you would say that.” Your brows furrowed in confusion as she stood up, even with her ever growing bump she did not waddle.

She picked up a beaded top that had small shells wrapped in it, the top was beautiful. Your mouth gaped as she handed it to you, “I cannot take this.”

She rolled her eyes, “You can and you will, Tsireya made it just for you. She will be hurt.”

Your ears twitched are the kind gesture, “She really shouldn’t have. It is so beautiful, this must have taken her hours.”

The embarrasment you we’re feeling melted into something warm, you felt cared for. Appreciated. “She also made you a loincloth.”

It was black, and had the same beads and shells running down one side, the fabric was also longer on the opposite side, not even back at home had you used something so pretty. “I fear I will outshine you, Ronal.”

You were teasing her hoping to cut through the tension that filled the space. She laughed as she shook her head, “Do not get so ahead of yourself. No one outshines the Tsahik.”

You felt a smile tug on your lips, “Thank you, for everything.”

She patted your hand to let you know she heard you, “Now, let’s finish up these baskets.”

The whole day you had not seen any of the kids, nor Jake. It was late in the evening and you had finally retreated from Ronal’s mauri to begin getting yourself ready. However when you entered your family home, you were surprised to find it empty. It was very late, the celebration had already started but still you were hoping to find someone here.

You felt a bit disappointed, if you were being honest. Jake would normally wait for you, or come for you but it seemed as though he had already made his way towards the party. You readied yourself quickly, admiring how beautiful the beaded top sat on your form.

You felt a bit out of place, far more exposed than normal as the conversation with Ronal continued replaying in your mind. You pushed past the uncomfortable feeling and began making the small track to the largest clearing of the beach.

Jake had been scanning the Na’vi that made their way to the beach, he was looking for you. He had felt bad after making his way to the celebration without you, but when he entered the mauri and saw it was empty he figured you had already made your way over. He was wrong though, as he had made his way to Tonowari you were nowhere in sight.

He felt a bit worried, if he was being honest. Not that either of you spoke of your deep feelings to each other but everyday he had been seeing you less and less, he hated it. He missed you.

He spotted the dark blue of your skin amongst all the teal and felt his throat instantly dry up as he took in all of you. His ears twitched and tail thumped behind him gently as you smiled and signed your hellos to the Metkayina that you passed. He instantly felt his face grow hot as Tonowari laughed quietly beside him, Jake turned to him slightly embarrassed at being caught gawking over you, “What?”

“I said nothing, JakeSully.” Tonowari was trying his hardest not to laugh.

Jake turned away from him, still flustered. He continued to watch you make your way through the crowd, it looked as though people were parting just so he could stare at you. His heart was thumping hard in his chest.

You made your way towards Ronal and the light of the bonfire hit you perfectly, and he was able to see just how good you looked. “Go to her.”

Jake shook his head no, you looked so happy and a part of him feared he’d ruin it. “She’s busy with Ronal, I will let her be.”

But he found it so hard to look away from you.

You had made it to Ronal and greeted her properly, she smiled at you knowingly as Tsireya gasped, “You wore it!”

The young girl was beaming at you, smiling so big you were sure her face hurt. You laughed as you pulled her into you, “Yes, thank you Reya, it is so beautiful.”

She flushed under your compliment. You knew the girl was pinning over your youngest son, she was trying to win you over and it was working. Not that it was ever a question in how much you liked the girl, she was one of the few Metkayina who had treated the kids kindly from the beginning.

“Go grab food before it runs out.”

Ronal was ushering you away, she was always so worried over you. She reminded you of Zewlay.

You shook your head as you laughed, making your way towards the long wooden tables that were covered from corner to corner with food, there was no way it would’ve run out. It caused another quiet laugh to ripple from your mouth, “What is so funny?”

You looked up and were met with one of the Metkayina warriors, “Tsu’ltan!”

His face lit up as his name fell from your lips, enjoying the attention you were giving him. It was silly, he knew you were mated but it did not stop the budding attraction he had for you.

He had only really spoken to you in passing and his intentions were innocent, truly. But any opportunity he had to talk your ear off-he was going to take it.

“It is nice to finally see you out.”

Your ears twitched lightly, “Finally?”

He sent you a smile that made your insides churn, it was way too friendly and it caused heat to run up to your face. “Yes, it seems that Toruk Makto likes to keep you hidden.”

You didn’t know why but his teasing comment made you feel defensive, like you need to protect Jake’s honor. “No-it is just a big adjustment. I am still trying to get used to being here.”

He noticed how you tensed up, awkwardly shifting between your feet, “I was only teasing, it is just that the clan rarely sees you around.”

Your shoulders eased up a bit, he was only

meaning to be funny. “No need to apologize, I have been told by Ronal I seem like a hermit.”

Your nose scrunched up and he laughed, causing a small smile on your face, “Well you should change that. There are Na’vi who like to see you around.”

You weren’t sure what it was but his comment made you light up, a small laugh fell from your lips as you shook your head, “That is debatable.”

Jake had been watching the interaction closely, ears pinned roughly against his head anytime the Metkayina Na’vi smiled at you. His calm facade wore thin as you continued to speak with him. His throat clamped up as he saw you laugh, he could only see the side of your face but your smile had not faltered once in the Na’vi’s presence.

He excused himself from Tonowari, slowly making his way towards the two of you. He needed to calm himself, the anger and possessiveness that was consuming his body felt so foreign. He was barely within hearing distance, and a low growl emitted from his throat as his ears picked up on bits and pieces.

“I for one want to see you around.”

Jake felt like his heart was going to rip out of his chest from how hard it was beating. He felt threatened. Like he was losing his grip on you. He was not thinking straight, at all. You looked so pretty and he was a fool to think no one else noticed. Back in the forest he never had to stake a claim because everyone knew you were his. Here it was different, here the two of you were just Na’vi’s seeking refuge. He held no real power, no real respect. Everything he felt for you rising to the surface, a cup overflowing and it was going to spill out, messily. All his insecurities taunting him as the thought of losing you began to swirl his mind.

You hummed softly, enjoying the innocent flirting. You felt giddy, desirable. But that was as far as it would go, you had duties and even if you didn’t want to, someone else has already consumed your heart. Tsu’ltan was about to say something else but you saw him tense up as he looked behind you. You were about to turn but felt arms wrap around your waist. They were strong, and as you looked down they were a dark blue. They pulled you in tightly. “Who is this, Tiyawn?”

Jake.

You tensed in his arms at the name, responding dumbly, “Tsu’ltan.”

Your brain felt like it was on fire, trying so hard not to melt against his hold. He hummed quietly, but did not even bother to look at the man. You could tell he was upset, his heart was hammering so hard against his chest you felt it pound against your back.

Tsu’ltan cleared his throat, sending you an awkward smile as he bid you goodbye. You felt so embarrassed. Still tense in Jake’s arms as Tsu’ltan walked past you both.

The embarrassment was leaving your system quickly, being replaced by anger. Frustration began to consume you as your ears started ringing. Who did he think he was?

“You are unbelievable!”

“Thank you?” Jake laughed by your ear, intensifying your fury.

“I did not mean that nicely.” You hissed quietly, “Let go of me.”

His arms loosened but they stayed in place as he quietly called your name. He wasn’t sure what he expected to happen but it was certainly not for you to be angry with him. Jake felt an uncomfortable knot form at his throat as he realized you might have been enjoying your time with Tsu’ltan. God he even hated his name.

Your hands shoved at his arms and you stalked off, your anger felt even as you walked away from him. He followed after you, he felt so idiotic, helpless as you stomped away deep into the small forest on the beach.

“Leave me alone, Sully.”

He ignored your request as he trailed behind you, “No.”

You grumbled out angrily and he grabbed at your forearm, forcing you to turn to him. You were so angry as you fought against his hold, “I told you to let go of me.”

You hissed at him but it did not deter him, he held you close as he stared at you. Your lip began to quiver as you looked up at him. You wondered if Jake knew how mean he was being. All your stupid emotions forcing their way up and hot angry tears slipped past your eyes.

He had completely iced you out of his heart but then did things like this. And it confused you beyond belief, your heart couldn’t take it. He eased up on his hold as he saw the tears flowing down your face, “Why are you crying?” His voice was soft, he let the hand that was not holding your arm gently cup your face, using his thumb to try and wipe at your tears. “You! You are the reason I cry!”

Jake’s face furrowed in confusion, concern filled his body as you began to shake. Were you really that angry he had pulled you away from that man?

“You confuse me, you-you took so much from me!”

All the years of pent up feelings were coming up, you were sure it was an ugly sight to see. A sob ripped from your throat as you pushed at his chest. “And I hate myself for letting you consume my heart-it hurts! I want it to stop!”

Jake felt himself shake as he continued to hold on to you. “You love me?”

Your body went limp against his hold, as if all the fight was ripped out of you. “Unfortunately.”

Jake didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know how to get the words out of his mouth as he looked at you, your face was dipped down, refusing to look at him. “Look at me.”

“You have already made me feel horrible, now you wish to humiliate me even more by making me look at you. You are cruel.”

You squirmed in his arms as he wrapped you up in his, “Stop talking.”

Your head snapped up, anger once again swirling in the pit of your stomach, “Do not tell me what to do-“

Jake groaned and cupped at the back of your neck, pulling your face into his as he let his mouth cover yours. A quiet noise left your throat as your mouth moved with his, it was not sweet. It was hungry, and rough as if he was trying to take the breath from your lungs.

Maybe that was what he intended to do, finally get rid of you. Now that he was no longer Olo’eyktan he had no reason to keep up this hoax. The sob that was threatening to fall from your lips was stalled as his fangs lightly bit down on the plump of your bottom lip. Your own parted instantly, eyes fluttering shut as his tongue fought along yours. You weren’t sure how long he was kissing you for but when you pulled away your lips felt numb, swollen as you looked up at him, “Wha-why did you do that?”

He didn’t say anything, just looked into your eyes as his arms lowered to your back, pulling you closer as his head dipped down to the base of your neck. He tilted your head gently with his own as he began to feather kisses all along your neck, sucking gently and it caused a low moan to emit from your throat, you felt something low in your belly. Like a small fire that was begging to consume your whole body.

He bit down into the skin of your neck, soothing it gently with a swipe of his tongue. You whined his name quietly, his tail began to swish behind you. His fingers were gripping at your hips, pulling you so close you felt all of him. From his strong chest and thighs to the very evident bulge that was pressing right against your lower belly.

You felt so dizzy, so overwhelmed by everything he was making you feel. You felt such a primal hunger take over you and you could feel the want pooling between your legs, you squeezed them together to relieve the tension building up.

He pulled away and an ugly feeling swarmed your chest, wondering if he was already regretting what the two of you were doing. Your ears pinned back as you felt his fingers trace up the length of your back causing a shiver to run through you. He didn’t stop until he reached the knot from the beaded top, he tugged on it gently before he looked at your face again. He tilted his eyebrows up, asking you for permission. You nodded your head and in the next second it was off you, falling down in between the two of you and your face burned. Jake’s eyes dropped down to your chest and he looked as though he was going to devour you. “Pretty.”

You felt your heart flutter, swallowing thickly as he reached out towards your loincloth, rubbing gentle circles on your skin before he slowly began to pull it open. He was watching you with a careful eye, making sure you were okay with what was happening. You were.

You let the fabric fall and pool at your feet, your whole body felt warm under his gaze, shying away from his eyes as you refrained from wrapping your arms around yourself.

He gently pushed you against the tree that was behind you, your head felt so fuzzy. “Need you to tell me if it’s too much.”

You nodded your head, not trusting your voice. “No, Tiyawn. I need you to use your words.”

His voice was so soft but you felt it everywhere, shivering from the breeze that had settled over this late in the night, “Okay.”

Jake knelt down before you, gripping the soft plush of your thighs as he picked one of your legs up, throwing it over his shoulder and you tried not to squirm. Even in the close circle of your friends, when you spoke of your experience with the Na’vi men, none of you had ever mentioned this. Jake let his tongue fall flat against your most sensitive bundle of nerves, your body jolted lightly at the attention. You whined his name and Jake loved that you were already so responsive to him. He had only just begun to touch you.

He could not think of another way to show you how much he wanted you, at least not right now. So he swirled his tongue along your puffy folds, pushing deeper against you as mewled out. You felt so sensitive, already so overwhelmed by the use of his tongue. He moaned against you and it caused a quiet whimper to leave your lips, legs quaking lightly against his head. He removed his mouth for you, using his middle finger to gently prod at your entrance. If he was being honest, he wasn't even sure if you had ever experienced anything like this before. The thought caused blood to instantly rush towards his throbbing cock. His finger slipped in easily, your hips bucked at the intrusion, “You okay?”

“Mhm.” Your eyes were screwed shut tightly, body slumped against the large tree, you had never looked prettier. He began to move his finger softly, gaining momentum with each thrust of his finger. You felt a coil begin to build up in your lower stomach, the pressure threatening to snap as Jake set a brutal pace. He pressed kisses along your thigh, sucking gently as he marked you with lips. He mumbled gently against your thigh, “Gonna add another, kay?”

“Yes-please!” Another moan was ripped from your throat as he stretched you out, you felt so full. You clenched tightly around his fingers and a deep laugh left Jake, “Making you feel good baby?”

All you could do was whine, you were so close and mumbling incoherently, begging Jake not to stop. He leaned forward again, pressing his tongue flat against your slit before he sucked gently. You yelped out, hands instinctively tangling in his hair as your hips stuttered, the coil in your stomach feeling like it finally snapped under all the pressure. Your eyes screwed closed so tightly little spots of light appeared in your vision. Your chest was heaving roughly, moving your hips from Jake's mouth as he continued to lap at your release. “Jake-s’too much!”

He slipped his fingers out quickly, pressing a kiss against your hip before he stood up in front of you. Your gaze was hazy, fucked out and felt himself twitch under his loin cloth, “You still angry at me?”

“I think it is impossible for me to be mad at you after that.”

Your breathing was still evening out, legs shaky as you stood before him. Jake's hand fell to your bare hips, rubbing gently as he nuzzled his face against yours. You didn't want him to be soft on you, not right now. “Don’t be nice to me right now, it will make it harder when this is over.”

Jake stiffened before you, felt his heart ache as he watched your body pull away from him. You didn't see it, didn't see just how much you consumed his heart too. It was so clear to him that he had loved you for so long, had seen you for so many years already but was too much of a coward to admit it.

“When this is over?”

“Yes-when you go back to ignoring me and putting distance between us. Just make me feel good, please.”

You knew it was going to hurt, but you were so tired of holding back on what you wanted. If this was the only way you could have him then you would take it. Jake shook his head, he looked hurt, as if you had physically wounded him. “I do not ignore you.”

“Yeah sure, hurry.”

“No-look I don’t want this to end. This is not just a one time thing for me.”

You finally looked up into Jake’s eyes, they were so bright compared to the darkness you were both in, pupils slightly dilated as he stared at you. He looked so honest, like all he saw was you. It made you so uncomfortable, “You do not need to lie to me, Jake. It is fine to just let out our pent up emotions.”

Jake knew what he wanted to do, he was so ready to give all of himself to you. An ugly feeling settled high in his chest out of fear you would reject him just as he had so many years ago. But still he reached behind him, grabbing his thickest braid and bringing it toward you, his other hand grabbing your wrist and placing your palm flat on his chest. “What are you doing?”

“I see you. I have for so long and I have been so scared, but I can’t keep doing this anymore. I hate knowing you think I do not care for you. That you think I do not love you.”

You paused for a moment as his words swirled in your mind, you pushed him away from you gently, bending down to pick up your discarded pieces of clothing. You weren't sure why but his confession angered you, a million thoughts running through your head as you dressed yourself up again. “I do not believe you.”

Jake felt as though you had ripped his heart out of his chest and stomped on it, nerves wracking through his body as you continued to put more distance between the two of you. Desperation clawing at his chest as your eyes glazed over, a look of indifference as you tried to protect yourself from him. “No-Tiyawn, oel ngati kameie.”

He was reaching for you once more but your arms swatted him away, “Stop calling me that!”

Your breathing was ragged, deep and long like you were trying to catch your breath, “Do you think I do not know why you behaved that way in front of Tsu’ltan?”

Jake didn’t respond, ears pinned back as he tried to swallow the lump that was forming at his throat, “It is because you felt threatened. You didn’t feel man enough.”

Jake’s ears were ringing uncomfortably, “I know you so much better than you think, Jake. Eywa I have spent seven years by your side, for the better half of that time trying not to love you. But it is not my responsibility to make you feel secure, and you will not get that satisfaction from claiming me.”

“That is not what I am trying to do, I want us to be together, I want to make up for all this lost time.” His voice was wobbly, eyes threatening to leak rivers of tears as he realized how adamant you were in keeping yourself from him. Despite knowing how much you wanted him, you would not let yourself be someone he settled for. Some other challenge he finally won over.

“It is too late for that.”

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gyu-effect · 3 months

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HIII!! could i request a svt mafia fic (any member of your choice!) who comes home to their (imagine its a really sweet couldnt haem a fly typa stuff) s/o to find they arent there but got moved to a safe house (bc of some intruder) and the member finds out they ended up shooting the intruder before being moved and then in the heat of the moment the s/o blurts out their pregnant and had to do it to protect the baby ect :)

PAIRING || Wonwoo x Female Reader

GENRES || Mafia AU, Angst(?), Fluff(?)

WARNINGS || mentions of guns, shooting, killing

WORD COUNT || 0.7k

A/N || hello! thank you for requesting this. i hope you like this. it was really cute writing this :D

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speed thrills but kills.

jeon wonwoo straight up ignored the sign as his speedometer shot up like crazy, the car zooming like he was trying to break the sound barrier. he was sure you would have been very angry at him if you found out how many road rules he was breaking and would have scolded him saying that he could get hurt, or worse, die but none of that mattered to him now. because he might as well be dead if he found out that he had reached you too late.

after half an hour of changing lanes and speeding past all speed limit signs he reached the very familiar iron gates which two people were guarding with guns. quickly showing his face to them, he drove through the gates, almost jumping out of the car as soon as he parked it.

“y/n!” wonwoo yelled as ran through the front door, various scenarios of how hurt you were playing in his head despite mingyu telling him that you were safe. but something about mingyu’s voice concerned him, he had sounded…scared over the phone. and knowing how you actually were, wonwoo knew it could only mean that you had gotten hurt.

“y/n!” he yelled as he burst in through the bedroom door, only to see a shaking you cowering in the corner as mingyu gently patted your shoulder, crouching on the floor too.

but as soon as your teary eyes looked up to meet him, you shot up from your position and slammed right into him. wonwoo too wrapped his arms around you tightly, feeling relief flood into him as soon as your scent hit him. he held you tightly as you stifled into his shoulder, gently rubbing circles on your back.

from the corner of his eyes he saw mingyu slip out of the room and when he heard the door shut close, he pulled away from you to look at you. wonwoo cupped your face gently as you sniffled and blinked your teary eyes at him, obviously shaken by what had happened.

“i’m so sorry, love.” he muttered, pressing a quick kiss on your forehead. “i’m so sorry. i promise it won’t happen again-”

“wonwoo.” you sobbed, clearly not hearing a word he had just said. the tone of your voice caused him to gulp but he tried his best to not overthink what might have happened. it couldn’t be much right? this wasn’t exactly the first time someone tried to hurt you and he knew mingyu was there with you.

but he also knew you were the sweetest person alive, and that you couldn’t even harm a fly if you wanted to so he felt scared even asking what had happened exactly.

“won- wonwoo i- i-” your grip on his shoulder tightened as you squeezed your eyes shut, taking in a shaky breath. opening them, you looked at him before saying. “wonwoo, i shot him.”

“what?” he asked, sure he had misheard you.

“i- i shot him, wonwoo. the person who broke in. i shot him.”

wonwoo blinked at you. it wasn’t like you hadn’t held a gun before, you even had basic gun training. but the fact that you shot someone-

“are you okay, baby? did he scare you? did he try to hurt you? where was mingyu-”

“no- no, mingyu was coming in but he too had a gun and i got scared because- because-”

“it’s okay baby. it’s okay. you did the right thing.” he whispered, gently patting your head. “i gave you the gun to defend yourself after all, right love?”

but you shook your head. “i- i got scared because i thought he would hurt our baby. i’m- i’m pregnant, wonwoo.”

wonwoo froze, staring at you as he tried to process your words.

“you’re…you’re pregnant?” he asked and you nodded. “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you before-”

he pressed his lips against yours fervently, cupping the back of your head to deepen the kiss. he felt you too tangle your fingers in the lock of his hair, sighing slightly as he ran his mouth against yours.

“we’re having a baby?” he whispered once he broke away from the kiss. you smiled weakly at him, giving him a small nod.

pressing another kiss on your cheeks, he whispered into your ears. “i’m so sorry baby. i promise this will never ever happen again. i’ll take care of both of you personally, okay?”

“don’t say it like you don’t take care of me already, wonwoo-”

“no.” he said, looking at you harshly. “i mean every word of you. the next time someone even thinks of laying a hand on you…i swear to god they’ll wish they’re never born.”

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cal-flakes · 9 months

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rafe getting up late to go pee or whatever and getting startled bc his gf’s false eyelash looks like a bug so he simply just tells her that she can’t wear them anymore (bc this isn’t the first time this has happened!!) which makes her all pouty

╰┈➤ scared of y/n’s spider lashes (blurb)

warnings: just fluff, light swearing.

summary: y/n’s false lashes look too familiar to a certain creepy crawly.

y/n jumped when a loud yell erupted from the en-suite, dropping her phone in the process. as she threw the covers away, she was bewildered by rafe’s sudden shouts. “y/n! come and look at this!”

sighing, she stumbled through the dark bedroom, feeling her way towards the bathroom light. “what’s the matter?” she groaned, quickly shielding her eyes from the intrusive bright light.

“look!” he exclaimed, featuring to the fluffy clump on the floor. she looked between it and him for a moment before tilting her head in his direction, chuckling groggily. “that’s my eyelash rafe, not a spider..” she laughed, rolling her eyes as she turned back to the bedroom.

placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, he spun her back around to face him, horror in his eyes. “of course it’s not a spider, but i thought it was! seriously y/n, you can’t wear these anymore, they’re everywhere!” he rambled, leaning in to meet her eyes. “don’t be ridiculous, just put it back where it was..”

“i’m not touching that!” he shrieked, cowering away at the thought. “rafe, it’s a fucking eyelash, what are you so scared of?”

“but-but what if it is a spider? and it’s just playing dead? and when i pick it up, it comes back to life and kills me?” he pleaded, his brows furrowing as his imagination only scared him further.

“wowww, big and scary rafe cameron’s afraid of spiders?” she teased, stepping towards him to rest her head on his heaving chest. “i’m not afraid of spiders! they just give me the creeps” he objected, a stern, yet unconvincing look on his face.

“yeah, okay baby…come on, back to bed…” she huffed, ushering him out of the bathroom. “i’ll even close the door so the spiders don’t get you, m’kay?” she giggled, closing the door behind her before sliding back into bed. “ha-ha very funny..” he groaned, stroppily getting back into bed.

“don’t worry, i’ll protect you from them..” she moaned, her voice slowing as her head hit the pillow, completely ready to fall asleep in his arms.

chuckling slightly, he tucked an arm under her, pulling her in closer to spoon her. sighing contently, he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head while she nuzzled into his arm.

“love..you..” she drawled, already half asleep.

“i love you too my sweet girl..”

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it-happened-one-fic · 18 days

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Hello!! I hope you have a good day... Actually it's my first time here at Tumblr and my first time for asking a request.... So if possible can you write an oneshot about azul x freader..Where Azul is in conflict with his feelings bc he's in deep love with the reader but confounded of that, he thinks that the reader is a boy, But the truth is that the reader is a girl that hides her gender

I hope you are comfortable with this request and if it is full of fluff and heavy against I would be very grateful(Sorry for my bad English)

Hello Anon and welcome to Tumblr! There's no need to apologize for your English and I was both thrilled and flattered to receive your request! I must admit that I hadn't ever written anything quite like it before, but enjoyed myself while working on your request. I apologize for the wait and I hope you enjoy your fic!

Secrets - Azul

Type: (secretly)Female reader/ Fluff with angst/ romantic

Word Count: 2406

Azul was confused, to put it lightly. He had been for quite some time now. In fact, he had been since his overblot. But his confusion had nothing to do with his experience overblotting. Instead, his confusion had everything to do with you.

Simply put, you had somehow charmed him, which was the last thing he’d ever expected to occur when he’d first come to this school or when he’d first seen you.

For one thing, you were one of the most ridiculously effeminate young men he’d ever seen, and all of the teachers favored you. And, in all his years of going to school, he’d never been overly fond of teachers’ pets.

Instead, it had always been his experience that teachers’ pets were competition, and unfair competition at that. Because the teachers would and could play favorites when it came to their beloved favorite student.

But perhaps what was worse was how he couldn’t seem to get close to you.

Oh, it wasn’t that you pushed him away or anything like that. In fact, you were quite kind. Frustratingly and endearingly so. Rather, it was that he couldn’t get close to you because of how staunchly protective of you Deuce and Ace were.

No matter what he tried, the two of them seemed to always be popping up and eyeing him suspiciously before asking you if all was well.

It was a stark contrast to how they’d all but cowered before him when he’d had them under employment by contract.

And what was all the more frustrating was how, time and time again, you chose to rely on them instead of him.

Which was utterly ridiculous. He had more connections, more know-how, was a better magician, and had been the one to help you during the entire mess at the Scarabia dorm.

But, without fail, you’d turn to one of them when something came up. Which told Azul everything he had already known and suspected, even if it hurt.

You preferred them over him and trusted them in ways you didn’t trust him.

And it stung. Especially after you’d seemed to accept him—tentacles and all—after his overblot and didn’t obviously seem to fear or be wary of him or the tweels. It was just that you didn’t want him.

Not to lean on, not to spend time with, and not to whisper about secrets with that would have one of your chosen friends nodding their head before you stepped out of the classroom while they whispered something to the teacher, who would inevitably accept the excuse because you were, for better or worse, all of the teachers’ pet.

Floyd and Jade had, of course, been amused when they’d first discovered his plight. Smiling smugly down at him before exchanging a shared glance.

“What makes you think that our dear little Prefect is a favorite of the teachers? They have to do just as many chores in regards to keeping the classroom clean as everyone else,” Jade didn’t even try to hide his smug amusement.

Azul felt himself scowl up at his vice-housewarden, immediately annoyed by how obviously mocking the words were, “Because. They get to skip out on P.E. classes when no one else does every month. And it can’t have anything to do with not having magic. It’s just them making use of the fact that Vargas favors them over everyone else.”

Floyd outright smirked at Azul’s annoyance, “Maybe it’s something to do with a health issue. Shrimpy is kind of small after all, and Mackerel is always talking about how he’s worried about them on those days and that he’s gonna check up on them.”

Azul felt himself prickle at the sound of Deuce, immediately ignoring the sting of jealousy as he snapped back, “It’s not a health issue. They are as healthy a young man as anyone else is. They’ve probably just fooled Deuce somehow. Though why he has to check up on them is beyond me, they’re hardly helpless.”

And evidently enough, he surprised them as both of the twins' eyes went wide at his words and they looked towards each other. Something unspoken passed between them before a perfectly evil grin curled across each of their identical faces.

“Why, Azul, you sound jealous of this ‘young man.’” Jade all but cooed the words as Floyd nodded.

At odds with Jade’s more subtle harassment, Floyd held nothing back, “Or maybe he’s jealous of Mackerel~”

Azul regretted it the moment he twitched because the tweels grinned almost at the exact same time. Latching on to that subtle cue as to his true frustrations the second it reared its head.

“Oh, Azul. Don’t tell me you want to be the one taking care of the Prefect?” Jade was outright chuckling now as Azul glowered up at him from his seat behind his desk.

Floyd snickered, “Of course he does. He’s got a crush on lil ol’ Shrimpy. Don’t cha’?”

Azul’s left eye twitched, his voice coming out low and only barely controlled “I don’t have a ‘crush’ on anyone, Floyd. Much less him.”

Jade’s long fingers tapped against his cheek, “Oh yes, certainly not ‘him.’”

Floyd giggled at his brother’s words as Jade looked knowingly over at his twin. Their actions cause Azul’s eyes to narrow.

It was strange how they kept emphasizing words like ‘him’ and ‘young man.’ Almost like they were dangling something over Azul’s head, just a little too far out of reach but low enough to catch his attention.

“You know, they skipped out on class today as well… Why don’t you go and see them yourself. Maybe you’ll be able to find out whatever secret it is that they have that causes the teachers’ to favor them over others,” Jade’s words had Azul’s eyes widening.

Go visit you…?

It was something that he’d considered in the past but had never actually done so. After all, he wasn’t a glutton for punishment. If you had chosen Ace and Deuce over him, then so be it.

But it was true that he’d never been one to turn down finding out another person’s secret. And if, by some strange occurrence, there was something wrong with you, then it couldn’t hurt to see how you were doing.

And so Azul went, wondering all the while if this was some horrid mistake.

It was obvious that the tweels knew something that he didn’t, though what that might be, he didn’t know.

He could only hope that neither of your friends would be around to get in the way when he got to your dorm.

And luck was on his side, because neither of the Heartslabyul freshmen were visible when he arrived at Ramshackle dorm. Plus, he didn’t have to worry about you not being there since he could clearly see a light on through the window.

Azul squared his shoulders as he stepped up on the rickety porch, resolving to get to the bottom of why you were treated as so special by the teachers.

He knew you were special, but something told me the reasons for his fondness for you had very little to do with the teachers’ behavior.

And if he’d been wrong and you did have some form of health issue… Well, it certainly wouldn’t hurt to offer you some help.

At least then, you might realize that he was just as worthy of our trust and time as your friends. Though he wasn’t exactly aiming for the position of friend, per say….

But at least being a little closer to you might not sting as much as his current position.

He knocked on the door, the rapping of his knuckles on the wood sounding just a little bit too loud to his own ears and making him wonder, for what had to be the thousandth time, if he were making a mistake.

What if you didn’t want to see him? Just because Deuce always came to check on you didn’t mean that Azul would be just as welcome…. If that were the case, coming to visit certainly wasn’t going to endear him to you.

Before he could even think about retreating, the door cracked open, and you peered. Your appearance causing Azul to blink in surprise.

You looked exhausted and were hunched over, a hand pressed to your stomach as you blinked up at him with weary eyes.

“I already told you, Deuce. I’m fine. It’s just the usual monthly-” You cut off sharply as your gaze collided with Azul’s startled one, and your eyes went wide.

“A-Azul!” You all but stammered out his name as you pulled backwards, hiding yourself behind the door in a way that made Azul frown as you cringed. Almost as if moving too quickly had caused some sort of pain.

You were in bad shape. Horrible even, if simply moving agitated whatever state you were in.

He reached, putting his hand on the door and lightly trying to open it so he could better see you, as his tone shifted into something far more concerned, “Angelfish, are you-”

“I’m fine!” Your words came out too fast, and your smile looked almost desperate.

They were actions that Azul recognized all too well from his experiences trying to get information. You were hiding something. Something you desperately didn’t want him to find out.

What was strange, though, was that you weren’t scared.

Despite your determination to keep this secret, whatever it was, in no way were you afraid of Azul or even him finding out whatever it was you were hiding.

You let out a weak laugh, adjusting your grip on the door and keeping Azul from opening it any further, “Really, I’m fine, Azul. Thank you for coming by, but you don’t have to worry. Ace and Deuce already stopped by and even made me lunch.”

You couldn’t know that mentioning them was a mistake, but it quite simply was. Because it confirmed what he’d already suspected and chaffed old wounds to both his pride and unspoken feelings.

Just like the tweels, Ace and Deuce knew your secret too.

And it was infuriating.

Just how many did you trust and tell your secret to outside of him? Was Azul the only one you felt you couldn't trust?

Why? He might hold information over other people, but not you. Especially not when it was something that was obviously compromising your health.

“Angelfish…. Whatever’s wrong, you can tell me. I came here to check in on you and…” Azul paused, all but frowning at his own timidity, which was so at odds with his frustration.

He didn’t know what was wrong, but the longer he looked at you, the more worried and frustrated he got.

He shook his head, making a decision that he didn’t know was for the best, and Azul knew it was unlike him. Because normally he’d err on the side of caution and respect your secret-keeping. But he couldn’t this time. Not if you were in trouble or pain.

He inhaled deeply, letting himself openly frown as he straightened and picked back up where he left off in a more resolute tone, “And I’m sorry, but I’m not leaving until I know you’re fine. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

He pulled open the door, causing you to stumble forward in surprise, your foot catching on the door frame and sending your tumbling forwards with a tiny shriek of surprise.

And Azul caught you easily, despite his surprise, which was when he felt it as you fell against him.

Something that was soft, answered a lot of questions, and completely gave away your secret.

He blinked down at you as you straightened, your arms crossing nervously in front of your chest as you looked away from him.

“Angelfish, you-”

“I’m a girl,” You cut him off quickly, avoiding eye contact and looking most anywhere but him until you winced and your hand went back to your stomach.

Azul felt himself frown, his confusion only growing until you at last met his gaze weakly, “I’m a girl, and all that’s wrong is I’m cramping….. My period just started for this month.”

At first, all he could manage was a soft ‘Ah,’ as he stared at you before all the pieces clicked together in his head.

That was why the tweels had reacted the way they had to his words describing you as a young man. They’d known you were a woman because they could smell the changes in your hormones.

“Then Deuce and Ace-”

“Already know,” You finished lightly, stepping back and letting Azul finish entering the space, even as he frowned at you slightly.

You shifted, sighing slightly, “They found out early on… But I’ve kept it a secret from everyone else.”

Azul blinked down at you quietly before softly voicing his next question, and perhaps the most important one of all, “Why?”

You met his gaze, your expression perfectly exhausted, “Because Crowley said it might be easier for me that way since this is an all-boys school. If I’m not a girl, then there’s no chance of anyone being weird because I’m a girl.”

Azul nodded, still frowning, before shaking his head, “Do you need to sit down? You look exhausted.”

A feeble smile crossed your face as he gestured towards where he knew your living area was, and you nodded.

He cleared his throat lightly as he walked with you, “And you don’t have to worry about me telling anyone. I won’t-”

“I know you won’t, Azul,” He froze at the way you smiled at him, blinking as you laughed lightly at his startled expression. “You might use a lot of people’s secrets against them, but I know you won’t use this against me. Not when you came to check up on me and make sure I was alright.”

Azul had to fight the urge to get defensive, fluster at your soft words, or protest against the implication that he cared.

After all, it was painfully true that he cared. But enough secrets had been revealed for now, and Azul was willing to simply rest in the knowledge that it wasn’t necessarily that you’d ever favored or trusted anyone over him. It was just that they’d already found out about your secret, and he hadn’t.

So for now, he would keep his silence and reveal his secret to you later.

Even if Floyd had already called him out on his crush.

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cheollipop · 10 months

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first of all HI HELLO IM SORRY FOR SPAM REBLOGGING ALL OF YOUR STUFF now that that’s out of the way…. speaking of idol radio when they were playing the “i love you” game and one mr being yunhos first step was like 5 feet long?!?!?!?!? all i could imagine was like teasing him all day and he’s finally had enough and is stalking up to you like that while trapping you against the wall i’m gonna scream he’s been bias wrecking me for like two months now and it’s SICK

THANK YOU FOR REBLOGGING OMG??? please don't apologize,, I love getting feedback and I am now crying happy tears in the corner of my room.

I've only watched random clips from that episode (it seems like atz are celebrating pride month wholeheartedly btw) and ikr?? everyone being whipped for yunho is so valid like... I'd be fighting every single member for him if I were them too. he just HAS to use those long ass legs to bias wreck me even more--so I get you on that dw skfjje

(this ended up being a gn!reader drabble btwww)

no bc imagine after a long day of filming, his eyes trailing off the cameras to you—sitting cross-legged behind the director, complimenting all the members except him after every scene then looking up at him through your eyelashes, blinking innocently as though you were unaware of what you were doing. the music video shoot took longer than usual, the crew sharing bewildered glances as—out of everybody—yunho repeatedly messed up the choreography.

clad in yunho's puffer jacket, you made your way back to the dressing rooms after the shoot with him trailing behind you, waiting for the soft click of the door before turning around to face him. a shiver ran down your spine at his narrowed eyes, a visible twitch moving his left eyebrow as he continued his steps towards you. long, toned legs moved forward and you instinctively cowered back, your palms swinging behind you until they collided with the painted wall.

now trapped between yunho's towering body and the cool concrete, you blinked up at him cautiously, noting the subtle clench of his jaw.

"having fun?" he spoke, voice gruff and strained as his molars grinded over each other.

you stiffled the sly smile teasing at the corners of your mouth, tilting your head in faux naivety. "what do you mean?"

"(y/n)," he sucked in sharp breath, leaning in until his face was mere centimeters from yours, his eyes wide and threatening. "are you gonna behave?"

your shoulders stiffened up, his eyes glancing at your frozen body before moving back up to your face. you kept up the facade, though, despite the warm hand trailing up your hip and under your top, fingers digging into the bare skin of your waist.

"yuyu, I-"

"what's it gonna take, hm? do you want me to stuff you full of cum—have you leaking through your pretty little panties so the others could see you're mine?" He pressed his body flush against yours, wrapping his arm around your waist and bring you even closer. "is that what you want?"

timidly, you nodded, a breathy moan blowing over yunho's chin when he pressed his hardening cock into your hip.

he scoffed, "look at you, so docile and needy at the mere mention of cock," yunho's voice lowered to a whisper, leaning his head closer to your ear. "is my pretty baby a slut?"

you melted into his touch, burying your face into the crook of his neck and reveling in the hands wandering over your body. "only for you, yuyu."

"mm, that's right," he smiled, his fingers dipping under your waistband. "I guess just I'll have to make sure the others know that too."

(I'm totally sane rn *eye twitch*)

#jeong yunho x reader #ateez x reader #ateez smut #jeong yunho smut #yunho x reader #yunho smut #yunho scenarios #ateez #yunho fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #ateez yunho #ateez drabbles #yunho drabble

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yourmidnightlover · 7 months

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i just saw a tiktok of the i carly episode where carly is running away from the nerdy guy bc he kept trying to kiss her and now i’m thinking bucky.

like you’re steve’s sister and you’ve always been seen as the stereotypical “annoying younger sister” while you have the stereotypical “crush on your brothers best friend.” no biggie.

he would come over all the time, hang out, watch movies, spend the night, whatever. sometimes he even came over just because he’s board and waiting on steve to get back from one of his courses or something.

he was nice to you though, as much as he liked to agree with steve that you were a nuisance. the soft smiles he gave you proved otherwise.

sometimes he would even invite you to watch movies with them, going as far as to wrapping his arm around you if you got scared during a particularly gruesome halloween movie marathon.

but there’s one day in particular where your government professor demanded your project be worked on in pairs and this guy was very persistent in being your partner. as soon as it was announced to be partner work, he was turning to you and writing down his number. you didn’t really get a chance to say no to the guy.

you think his name was john? Lord knows.

so there you were, upstairs in your room, trying to get a game plan for this treacherous project. well, the project itself wouldn’t be treacherous, but working with john would be.

“okay, so they want us to map out the different circuits in the-“

“yea, yea whatever,” he cut you off as you began writing in your notebook, taking your pencil and the paper to set it aside. “we both know that’s not why i’m here.”

you waited a breath, “actually, that is why you’re here. that’s the only reason i even talked to you,” you shrugged with your brows pulled together in confusion.

as much as you try to be a nice person, this guy had practically forced you to partner with him and you’d be damned if he’s going to assume your own intentions.

“sure it is,” he inched closer to you, his hand trailing up to your cheek before you got up from your chair and pushed him away by nudging his chest.

“woah there, buddy boy,” you scoffed as you backed away from him. “i dunno what signals you misread here, but i’m not into-“

“i’m not misreading anything,” he shook his head as he stepped closer to you. “i get it though; you wanna play hard to get. it’s cute, really.”

“i see,” he forced out a laugh. “this is a joke. not a very good one, but points for trying,” you gave him two thumbs up before pushing his chest once more with your fist. “now back away.”

he leaned in once more before you dodged out of his way, pushing him down and beelining for the door, screaming steve’s name in your wake.

“steve! stevie! he’s trying to kiss me!” you continued as you finally made your way to the living room where he and bucky typically resided.

upon entrance, there was no steve to be seen, but you heard johns footsteps following not too far behind. bucky, however, was there. he was already on his feet, making his way towards you in your panting state.

“what’s goin’ on?” one of his hands went for your shoulder, the other going towards your waist. “breathe for me, doll.”

“he’s trying to shove his lips on my face and i don’t want that,” you dramatically paraphrased.

his face went stoic at your admission before he turned towards the incoming footsteps. john froze as his sight landed on bucky. you swore you heard an audible gulp as bucky approached him. you were sure from john’s perspective he had augmented himself to appear more threatening. not that bucky needed it, he had plenty of muscle that when paired with the right look, he could be easily intimidating.

“i didn’t-“ john cut himself off as bucky stood right before him. “i swear, i-“

“are you trying to say you didn’t try to kiss her?” he cut john off. “are you calling her a liar?” he barely towered over the pathetic man, but with the way john was cowering bucky had seemed five feet taller than him. “my princess isn’t a liar.”

“no! no, i-“ he threw his hands up in defense.

“i mean, i get she’s gorgeous, but that doesn’t mean you get to do whatever you want with her,” bucky shoved his shoulder gently. “didn’t your ma’ ever teach you how to properly court a lady?”

“she-i’m sorry, man,” john panted out. “look, i didn’t know she was taken, like at all. i didn’t mean any-“

“i don’t care what you meant,” he swiftly grabbed his arm and turned john around, pinning it behind his back as he hissed out in pain. “i don’t ever want to see you so much as breathe near her again, got it?”

“yea-yes!” he nodded exaggeratedly. “i swear, man! i won’t be a problem!”

“good,” he used this time to usher him out the door, slamming it as soon as he turned back around.

“thank you, jamie,” you sighed as you plopped down on the coach where he had once resided. “i don’t even know why he thought he would be able to pull that off,” you scoffed as you shook your head, grabbing the remote and changing the channel.

“hey, i was watching a documentary!” he interrupted your thought process as he snatched the remote from your hands.

you chuckled lightly as you replayed the entire scene in your head. you kicked your feet up on the ottoman, trying to bite back a smile as you said, “so… you think i’m gorgeous, huh?”

he sighed as he plopped down beside you, his arm thrown on the back of the couch, “if you ever tell steve he’s gonna chop my head off.”

“well, as your princess, i can’t let that happen, can i?” you teased as you gently nudged his shoulder.

“look, that got him off your back, didn’t it?” his voice rose an entire octave as he threw his hands up in defense.

“he also thought i was taken,” you pointed out. “probably by you, might i add.”

“look, he got out of your hair, right?” you nodded. “then my job is done.”

“i’m just saying,” you sighed as you stared at the boring documentary he certainly was no longer focused on. “he’s probably gonna tell his friends. then they’re gonna tell their friends, and you get the point. meaning now everyone’s gonna think i’m taken by some strong, protective… guy.”

“what’s so bad about that?” he chuckled as he didn’t try at all to hide his little smile. “you don’t want people thinking i’m your strong, protective guy?”

“no, it’s just that-“

“sorry i’m late, buck!” steve rushed in the door.

you and bucky inched away from one another, which was odd. you weren’t doing anything, but it felt like you had crossed a line.

“debate went on so much longer this time, an argument broke out and then we had to recollect before final rebuttals and everything,” he rambled out as he plopped down in his favorite recliner. “so, how’re you guys doing?”

“we’re-“

“fine,” bucky cut you off. “we’re fine. nothing eventful. nothing happened. nothing at all, really.”

he turned to you with a slight smirk before turning back to steve.

oh, this was gonna be fun.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #bucky x reader #marvel #james bucky barnes #sargeant barnes #sargeant bucky barnes #rogers!reader #bucky barnes x rogers!reader #college!bucky #college!au #college!reader

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rineptune · 2 months

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before i request i just wanted to say your writing is so good!!!(literally made me giggle and scream no joke) and if this may interest you I'd love to request something! so the idea is a bit abstract you can play around with it- the reader is a relatively new vampiric overlord, and became close friends with rosie because well, cannibal and a blood sucker just have common grounds of friendship, and this all happened during Alastor's absence. And the reader is also at neutral terms with the other overlords, and kinda like a person who just everyone wants to talk to, and itls generally nice. so it's kinda like she is taking over Alastor's life in a way? like, Alastor thinks finally no one is singing her praises at the hazbin hotel and boom charlie introduces a new employee, the reader. i know this is a lot and I'd totally understand if you dont take up this request, but if you do thanks a lot!! thank you so much!!

bloody hell.

summary: the new vampire overlord that rose during alastor’s absence? he’s awfully tired of hearing others sing you praise, because what’s so great about her?

warnings: foul language, description of gore, canon-typical violence

a/n: thank you for taking your time and writing this request!! and i’m giggling bcs of your compliment 💗

alastor’s absence for seven years was a great mystery to many.

most sinners feared his sudden return to massacre a good amount of them in one go. but during this absence, a lot has changed in pride ring—and that includes the rise of a new overlord that would sooner or later be the cause of major changes in his life, and whether those changes are good or bad is for him to find out.

the first time he meets you is during the overlord meeting after yet another extermination.

“oh, alastor! this is yn, the most uncanny bloodsucker in all of hell,” rosie says.

“she’s an absolute dear.”

“hello, i believe this is our first meeting.” you extend your hand.

alastor’s glare is sharp and unreadable. for a second, he doesn’t say anything and simply assesses your figure, though eventually he takes your hand and shakes it.

“pleasure’s all mine,” he replies.

there’s something in the back of alastor’s head that’s nagging him that something is about to go wrong, and yet he paid no mind to the incessant worrying of both his thoughts and the shadow that tailed him wherever he went. he just had to be cautious, play his cards right, and eliminate you if need be.

but judging by how most overlords had already greeted you and looked forward to talking to you, he assumed that you were on common ground with the majority of them.

that’s no good.

he won’t let a newcomer hog most of the attention now, can he?

•

alastor might just lose his wit and massacre every passing sinner that mentions your name.

the vampire overlord this, the vampire overlord that—hello! he was back in town! and not one sinner cowered before him, as they’re too busy to even notice his presence.

too busy talking about you.

for satan’s sake, everywhere he went, he kept hearing of you.

rosie’s emporium? you just bought fresh bloody fingers and even took a cannibal with you—or so he’s heard.

his trusted tailor? too busy to finish your custom-made suit, alastor didn’t even get the chance to get his suit fixed.

it seemed as though anywhere he went, you were always ahead of him.

it’s fine; it’s ok.

alastor is reassuring himself because no one has been on his nerves this much before. not even the noisy picture box of an old pal of his. not even the king of hell himself, the majesty that was just too easy to provoke.

but you—you were just too passive—too mysterious—dare he say out of reach?

it’s mentally taxing to plot against you when you’ve done nothing wrong to him personally.

if he killed you, would anyone know that it was him?

he contemplates in his room, most of his thoughts immersed in you. it’s so out of character for him, but then again, who in this wretched place understood him thoroughly?

•

just when alastor thought that he could have a pleasant, quiet morning of listening to nothing but the screams of sinners dying in the recent newspaper, charlotte had gathered everyone in the main lobby for a “super-duper important meeting.”

“i wonder what this could be about,” his static voice is heard.

“quite frankly, i was in the middle of reading my favorite newspaper.”

“you could still read it even when you’re here,” vaggie’s unamused reply came.

“oh, where are your manners, my dear? i’m certain that your lover would not be ecstatic to find out that not all of the inhabitants of this hotel are listening to her, isn’t that right?” his smile broadened at the last question, fixing his black knotted bowtie.

“whatever,” she sighs, “just pay attention.”

charlotte came in practically jumping with every step she took as the patrons of the hotel awaited what she was about to say.

“ok, so i know that our hotel is still a bit understaffed—but! i have amazing news!”

“we’re finally charging the guests an expensive price without changing the way we treat them?”

“what? no!” she shook her head.

“capitalism is one of the worst things there is to exist. that, and violence—and the extermination, of course.”

“then?”

“we have a new staff.” charlotte opened a portal, and the demon who stepped from it had alastor ripping the seams of the leather couch unintentionally.

“ta-da!”

a wave of bats came rushing in and dropped pieces of confetti over them.

how fun.

“this is yn; you may know her for being an overlord, just like a certain investor we have, but now she’s our chef!”

this might just be alastor’s nightmare incarnate.

•

“what is it that you’re after?” he confronts you just when you’re putting away the dishes.

“hm? whatever could you mean, alastor? ”

“disregard what i said.”

alastor smiled, getting uncomfortably close to you.

your reaction is, as always, unbothered and confused. he doesn’t find it entertaining when demons shrug him off as if he were nobody—no more than a mere sinner.

“but do remember that if you put this hotel in harm’s way, i’ll be the one you’ll be dealing with,” he chuckled.

“noted,” you reply.

“bloody venison? i heard from charlie that you preferred meals like this, and i must say, we have quite a lot in common than you think.”

you licked the blood that spilled on your arm once you set the plate on the huge dining table, nodding your head. it’s just now that he noticed the blood that stained your apron and sleeves, and he’s tempted to have a taste too.

and he physically and mentally stops himself from doing so to show you that he’s indifferent to the way you captivate almost everyone.

“a lot in common,” you say once more.

alastor watches you leave, and his curiosity is at an all-time high. he’s tasted no one’s cooking other than his or his mother’s cooking before, not that anyone really bothered to prepare him a meal because he’d turn them down without a second thought.

but he doesn’t let the effort go to waste.

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