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pixiesfz · 9 days

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Hey! I was wondering if I could do a UCLA!jessie smut? Where the reader isn’t a virgin per se but maybe has never used a strap on or anything like that and is rlly innocent and needs a hand with that stuff? If not that’s chill too😊

the way I asked that was so strange 😭

ohhhhh fuck yes.

something new j.f x r

plot: Jessie wants to try something new in the bedroom and doesn't know how to tell you

warning: fluffy smut

Jessie was very smart, she was very good in school and always had been. She ran laps around you, especially in Science, and as her personal girlfriend, you used it to your advantage, stealing her notes every so often and asking her questions at 2 in the morning that you knew she would answer.

Except for the last week Jessie had been distracted...

You didn't know what from, You both had to leave for the Olympics to represent your countries soon and it was your senior year, you assumed she was stressed.

You walked into her dorm with your books for science as she was stuck on her phone, an unusual sight.

"Hey" You smiled, walking in the door as the girl quickly dropped her phone, a blush spreading over her cheeks "Hey" she said after and you furrowed her brows.

You settled your books down at her desk "I saw you were off in class today so I tried really hard to take down notes, and I voice recorded sir's class so we could go over it" you explained, flipping through your pages.

"You did that for me?" Jessie asked, standing up and walking over to you, wrapping her arms around you from behind.

You looked up to her "I assumed your mind was running lately and I didn't want to add any stress" you smiled and the girl squeezed you tighter to her.

"I hadn't even realized I was doing that," Jessie said, kissing you on the cheek before checking your notes.

"They're not the best-" "I love them," Jessie said, her chin digging into your shoulder "I love you" you smiled "I love you too".

Jessie was mentally yelling at herself.

She had many friends, as well as you on the UCLA team but some were closer than others, meaning some were more invested in your relationship than others.

It wasn't until a certain Australian goalkeeper got nosy and started teasing Jessie that she came to an understanding.

It was at a party, you had gone back to the Netherlands to see your family for the weekend and Teagan had taken Jessie to a frat party, which she spent the whole time checking her phone from a message from you and drinking random drinks that her friends told her to try out of boredom.

"How are you and y/n?" Teagan asked and Jessie blushed, causing the Australian to roll her eyes playfully "We're good" Jessie replied

"Just good?" Teagan teased and Jessie groaned "what? do you want me to say we're getting married?"

"maybe"

The two girls laughed "What about you Miss I get so many girls" Jessie shot back at her friend who smirked "Oh well I leave all my 'relationships' satisfied" Jessie almost spat out her drink from laughter in disbelief "It's true" Teagan told her "especially when I bring out the strap" Teagan smirked and Jessie looked at her.

"You use a strap?"

Teagan nodded "you don't?" she asked and Jessie shook her head, shocking Teagan "really?" once again Jessie shook her head "I guess we've just never thought about it"

Teagan not long after found a girl to take home sending Jessie a large gestured wink before leaving.

Jessie's mind had been spiraling ever since.

She imagined you under her, taking in her strap for the first time, the noises you could make under her drove her crazy.

Every time you made a sound that could be equivalent to a moan, grunt or even just you saying her name softly made her have to squeeze her legs together in class. There was no way that she could pay attention in class when you constantly leaned your head back out of frustration of not getting the work, which usually Jessie would help with.

She didn't know how to bring up this new issue she had with you, she didn't know how you would react or even if you would like it. Her imagination of bending you over pieces of furniture in her dorm were driving her mad and if she asked you and you said no, she didn't know how she would react.

So maybe not telling you would be a good idea.

But now you were looking at her with a glint in your eye and she felt like she was about to combust.

"Are you okay?" You ask your girlfriend who had a small blush painted on her cheeks "yeah I'm fine" she told you but you shook your head "Are you worried for the Olympics?" you ask and the brunette shook her head "not particularly"

You nodded your head slowly, trying to read if your girlfriend was telling the truth "well if it's not the Olympics what's up?

Jessie looked at you before looking at a plastic bag she had in the corner and looked back to you.

"It is the Olympics actually"

You rolled your eyes "liar" you pointed at her chest "what it is Canada has a good chance and what if we verse each other?"

You pushed your girlfriend towards her bed "then we try our hardest, like we talked about before I went home last week" you aid calmly before she sat down, her hands resting on your waist.

"I guess I'm just frustrated" Jessie sighed, her eyes settling on the piece of skin her hands were brushing over.

You smirked, looking down on your girlfriend "sexually?"

Jessie's face burned, how did you know?, did you guess? Had you somehow read her mind and knew she wanted to pound into you until you didn't have enough energy to speak english?

well maybe that took it a bit far...

Jessie was always an over thinker.

You grabbed your girlfriends chin to look up to you "well are you?" you ask and the Canadian nodded.

"Jessie, you know you can get me into bed easily" you smirked, plopping down next to her, one of your legs wrapping around her own "I know it's just-" Jessie stopped herself as you leaned into her "what is it Jess?"

You knew you could get anything out of her by using that small nickname.

"I want to try something new" she stated softly and you sat up, an eager smile on your face "really?" you ask and she nodded "I just wasn't sure how to approach it"

You nodded, softly kissing your girlfriends lips "we have a safe place here Jess, anything we do or say stays with us" you told her and she nodded saying a small 'okay' before turning to you "can we just get into the vibe first?" she asked and you smiled nodding, softly pushing your girlfriend down into the bed before straddling her lap "like this?"

"this works" Jessie smiled before you leant down, capturing her in a kiss.

You grew wet at her words when she said she wanted to try something new, excited by the thought and intrigued.

As you kept kissing her, slightly grinding your hips into hers you felt her hand sneak up your shirt, her hands playing with your boobs since you came in your pajama's.

"I want" Jessie said as you pulled away slightly, just enough so she could get her words out "I want to fuck you with a strap?"

Jessie leaned back to see your reaction, her eyes trying to find an answer before you spoke.

You smiled before nodding "I'd like that" Jessie smiled "yeah?" and you kissed her lips again "yeah, I trust you with anything"

You saw the girl quickly look to the bag in the corner again "Did you buy one?" you ask and the girl shyly nodded "Do you want to try it tonight?" you ask and she nodded again, more eagerness in this one as you hopped off of her.

"Show me it" you said as the girl got up, grabbing the bag before sitting back down on the bed with you "having it out in the open?" you tease

"you act like you aren't the only person I let in here"

You both smiled as she pulled it out, a black harness with a fairly shaped purple strap latched onto it "My favorite colour" you praised before pulling her into a kiss.

Pulling away Jessie pointed at you "we can't go straight in" she said and you nodded "Good cause I thought that might hurt" you agreed, letting the girl switch positions with you, her on top of you now.

"Do you know how to use it?" You asked and she nodded "I uhm- I watched some video's" she cringed at her own sentance before you looked back to when you came inside "Where you watching porn before I got here?" you asked and the girl turned red "shut up" you laughed "you do love to learn" you hummed as your girlfriend leaned in "at least I can teach you now".

Your tops had been abandoned now on the floor as Jessie's lips trailed down your stomach, her fingertips, tiptoeing around your waist band before you lifted your hips, telling her to take them off which she did before spreading your legs apart.

"I think you might be more excited for this than me" she teased, kissing the insides of your thighs You looked down at her "tease me too much and I'll make you wait another night for this" you quipped and the girl laughed, her breath hitting your heat, giving you slight friction you craved "alright, alright" she said before letting her tongue run through your folds, a moan falling through your lips from the impact.

"so good" Jessie moaned from her place beneath you, slowly adding a finger in as her tongue lapped over your clit "just open up for me baby" she told you, her other hand reaching out to hold your boob, using it as a stress toy.

"You can add a second" you whined as Jessie started to increase her speed, obliging your request and adding a second "fuck Jessie" you moaned, your hand reaching out to her hair, keeping her in place as she started to curl her fingers, hitting your G spot.

You were a moaning mess, as Jessie sent you praises "good job baby, just like that" as if you were doing the hard work "Jess s'm so good" you moaned, tugging at her hair which only made her go in harder.

You felt the coil in your stomach tighten as your breaths became faster, your first orgasm building "I'm gonna-" "I know baby let it go"

It was quickly after that you came over Jessie's fingers, the girl spreading your juices all over you, preparing you.

"Fuck you are so good at that" you told Jessie who blushed, bringing you into a kiss so you could taste yourself, both of you moaning at the contact.

Jessie pulled away, standing up as you watched in anticipation of her taking off her joggers and boxers, pulling the strap up her legs before grabbing another cream out of the bag "supposed to make it go in easier" she said "Jessie I know what lube is" you smirked.

Your breath hitched as you saw your girlfriend apply it on the strap, making it look like she was stroking her own cock, turning you on ten times more than you already were.

When Jessie climbed back onto the bed she looked down at you "not even sure we needed that baby, you are so wet" she gawked and you smiled, pulling her down into another kiss "just for you".

Jessie positioned herself with the tip to go inside of you, holding the strap with one hand and your hand with the other.

"Okay big stretch" she said as she slowly went into you, your breath hitching as you squeezed her hand before she fully went in.

She left it in for a moment, leaving small kisses around your chest "you're doing so well for me" she told you as you felt normal again "you ready?" she asked and you nodded.

Jessie slowly moved in and out as your eyes rolled back out of pleasure "Jessie please" you whined as you decided you were ready to go faster which she did "fuck" she breathed out, also getting pleasure off of it.

When Jessie decided to pull out further before entering back into you, you moaned loudly, sending Jessie into a high as she did it again, harder and faster as you were practically screaming out her name.

For the first time Jessie was happy she had an alone dorm near nobody else's.

Your nails were scratching along her back as you both were moaning each others names "fuck Jessie I'm coming" you whined, your pitch going higher as she pounded into you harder, her name falling off your tongue with profanities until you finally snapped, Jessie slowed down her movements letting you get off your high before you pulled away, her slipping out of you easily.

Both of you were capturing your breaths with smiles before Jessie pulled the strap off her body and cuddled into you.

When you finally got your breath back you pulled your girlfriend into a kiss "Jessie" you said and the girl hummed

"The next time you want to try something new, don't wait a week to tell me"

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sunnitheapollokid · 18 days

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🌻┊ ⊹ •*⁀➷ LEO’S SUNSHINE

leo valdez x daughter of apollo oneshot / blurb!

📬 sunni’s notes : okay but like. if esperanza was still alive she would absolutely adore leo’s s/o. i feel like she’d be one of those mother-in-laws where if leo fucked up and you two would argue, she’d ask leo a “what’d you do this time?” question. — also, thank you so much for the love on strawberries ‘nd allergies!!! kisses! okay i’ll stop talking now

🎨 warnings : ESPERANZA MENTION!!! (dont cry guys)

“mi vida, you’ll look beautiful in anything.” he spoke, letting his body lean against the door frame of her bedroom. his voice completely passed through her ears like it was nothing, “oh but leo! this is the first time i’m meeting them!”

she groaned, throwing clothes in the air in hopes to find her missing earring, sending the apollo cabin in a mess. not like it already wasn’t that much of a mess with the music sheets and the dried up paint on the floor. “jeez — where’s my earring?!” she yelled. the curly-head let out a laugh watching her panic in a hurry.

leo wore a white button up and just some regular black pants for the formal gathering. (name) was still in her pajamas. it was a little strange to (name) to find leo in clean clothes, and not the ones that are covered in grease.

“oh. i got it.” he snapped his fingers, like a light bulb had lighten up above him. “my earring?!” she exclaimed with a smile. “no girasol, what you’re going to wear.” he walked towards her and pinched her nose.

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they walked together to cabin nine, (name) now out of her pajamas and in her camp clothes — the regular orange shirt and her brown khaki shorts.

leo opened the door to the cabin, his siblings cooing at his neat attire. “yeah you guys like?” he asked with a smug smile, turning to show the back, slapping his own ass.

the cabin echoed with laughter, (name) chuckled, rolling her eyes. “hey (name).” they greeted, once the [short/long] haired came into the frame. “hi guys!!” she smiled. leo pulled her into his corner of the cabin, “close your eyes sunshine.”

(name) obliged, closing her eyes, her hand still in his. leo’s hands were warm, but surprisingly, being the daughter of the god of the sun, her hands were unusually really cold. it was the perfect pair.

leo opened his closet with the other hand, “open them.” he spoke softly. (name) opened her eyes to see leo hold up a long yellow strapless dress, hemmed at the bottom were sunflowers. “leo..” she breathed, speechless.

“how—?” she asked. leo smiled, “my mom.. tailored for a bit. she didn’t use her hands for just mechanics.” leo’s mom was a hard subject for him, but (name) had told him he never had to talk about it. but if he ever needed to, she was there for him.

though, based on the short stories he’d tell her about his mom, she was a kind soul, as much of a great builder she was. and of course, an amazing mom over all.

“she told me she had a vision in a dream about a girl. a girl that illuminated sunshine, who would you know.. love me.” he handed her the dress, kissing her forehead softly. she averted her gaze to leo’s eyes. she could feel the tears swell up.

she took the dress, it was incredibly soft. on the side, was a white tag. written there were esperanza valdez’ words.

“for my leo’s sunshine.” with a yellow heart beside it. her breath hitched, leo embraced her. his button up getting all wet from the girl’s tears. “it’s beautiful leo.” she whispered. “a beautiful dress for a beautiful girl, no?” he pulled away, his hands glued to her hips.

they shared a laugh. “OH HEY IT’S YOUR EARRING!” leo yelled, picking up the earring from his bed. “how did that get there?” she asked. “oh, you see that piece, it broke off so i fixed it in secret. i totally forgot.” guess leo’s adhd had gotten the best of him yet again.

“oh leo..”

#— sunni adores leo (ꈍᴗꈍ)♡#sunni does not sleep #gonna cry we needed leo to have his mom #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez #we lub u leo #pjoverse

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goldsbitch · 3 months

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That one taxi drive

part 8 to That one Christmas flight

summary: Thanks for coming.

warning: pure angst this time and tiny smut (no minors), cheesy af, swear words I guess, cliche probably, typos most definitely

I managed to delete one full draft of this and I'm still not ok with it. Save your drafts, kids.

"Just be cool and act like you belong," was the last text Y/N received from Lando. It was meant more as an encouragement rather than anything else. He sensed from Y/N's hesitant replies that nerves were getting to her.

Y/N was supposed be with her father this week. Instead she was standing in yet another hotel lobby, this time in the middle of Barcelona. It was a strange feeling, her name being secretly listed on his room with the knowledge of the hotel staff and his assistant only. Adrenaline running high. Dirty little secret that had to be kept hidden away - now why was this turning her on?! She felt a bit like a hooker, bit like a fan and just a little bit like a girlfriend. Her and Lando were nowhere near the last option yet, but the thoughts had started creeping in lately in Y/N mind. They'd rarely go few hours without texting and few days without a facetiming. Lando was yet to come to his own room, as he had some media duties to fulfill. And there was no way he would greet her downstairs with the photographers waiting outside the entrance.

She waited at the counter, big glasses and big hat, clothes that she did not normally wear. It was all a little too intense around the official f1 hotel. Dirty little secret. She could have some fun with that. An overly annoyed receptionist lightly nodded once Y/N said her name. She felt some disapproving looks from the girl behind the counter. What was that - disgust? Nevertheless, she received a room card and a huge bouquet with a card.

"This was left for you, you will probably know from who," the receptionist was really not afraid to put in her own opinion, hidden in the way she spoke to Y/N, who found it quite amusing. Y/N panicked a bit. She and Lando both agreed that confidentiality was the top priority for the good of them both, so what the hell was this. Y/N shared one fake smile with the receptionist, grabbed both of the things and headed straight to the elevator, not wanting to hang around too long with a giant bouquet that drew attention.

"Wait miss, the breakfast starts at-" yelled the receptionist after her.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, thanks," cut her off Y/N, thinking to herself how in the hell could such a prominent place have such tragic receptionist. Only once the elevator doors closed, she relaxed a bit and finally took a look at the flowers in her hands. It is hard to resist the power of a bouquet. Y/N never received one before from a guy, only from her grandpa, who was an old school gentleman. Smile crept to her previously serious face.

Card read "Thanks for coming" - and Y/N knew she'd be keeping it forever.

All her fluffy thoughts were sharply interrupted by the elevator floor opening at the first floor, extended lobby and conference rooms. Joining her in the elevator were two random people in different team attire, but Y/N attention was immediately caught by the one and only. Oh, and his teammate. Brilliant. It took Lando less than a millisecond to recognize her. One smile sneaked in before he came back to his senses and regained control of his face and gestures. Their eyes locked. Y/N's body shifted. She became anything but relaxed. Lando was in a middle of a conversation with Oscar and had to ask him to repeat his last point after getting over his initial shock. They all entered and Y/N paid attention into which floors they were heading. Oscar was the only one heading to the same flood and Lando and her.

Oscar was blabbering unusually today and was not planning on stopping it. Lando could care less. She was right there. He wanted to kiss her so badly, Oscar and all the others be damned. He would love to comment on the hat. He would kill for taking her by her waist and biting her lip just a little bit. It's been a little too long since Italy for impatient Lando. Their looks met for what must have been the seventieth time during this elevator ride. Lando shot her one quick cheeky smile, which almost broke Y/N. You could cut the tension between them with a kitchen knife. The longest elevator ride in the history of elevator rides.

"Oh yeah, and why do you think that is?" he tried to trick Oscar into talking so that he could shut off. Elevator stopped, people left, leaving the trio in elevator alone.

Y/N was panicking for real this time. It would be too obvious to get of at the same floor as they would, right? There must have been very few rooms on the very top. A decision was made and she pressed the button leading to the floor below that. Her awkward movement caught attention of the second McLaren driver for a moment. She smiled awkwardly and avoided any additional contact. Lando was a bit confused by her actions, his impatience growing by the second. She confidently got off one floor than she was supposed to go, leaving Lando bewildered. He and Oscar continued upstairs.

"I think we need to talk more about how to approach the engineers together, Lando. Do you have time now?" Lando had lots of things right now and time for his teammate was not one of those.

"No, sorry man. Gotta prep....Oh, and I forgot something downstairs. Stupid head today," he mumbled, went back to the elevator and waved at Oscar while pushing the button as Y/N had.

The door opened. Lando and Y/N's looks met once again, this time with no prying eyes.

"Got lost?" Lando remarked.

"Just wanted to avoid Oscar. He's not my favorite McLaren driver."

"Oh. That brings up a question who is your favorite driver out of all of the teams."

She smirked and walked all the way to him. Lando hit the elevator button and bit her upper lip. Then he kissed her so deeply one would think it was impossible to untangle them apart again. Y/N melted in his embrace. Any all thought leaving her mind leaving her completely locked in the present moment. Shame that elevator rides had to end sometime.

They left the elevator checking all the hallways for any people passing by.

"Thank you for the flowers and the card," Y/N chatted casually.

"Ha, the card needs to be deserved though," smiled Lando like a teenage boy.

"Does it now?" she asked.

"Uhm...You get to keep that only if you come," he continued with a wink. Her cheeks went red.

She could not help but objectify his body quietly. As summer approached, he had more of a tan, highlighting his toned muscles. They reached his suite quietly, she walked past him, exploring the way light hit the back of his neck. His hair in perfect disheveled state. There are just some details that can't a Facetime call does not catch.

The room was in complete stillness in contrast to the buzz of the hotel lobby. Lando was nervous in the best way possible. She was here. To be with him, to watch him race and he only wanted to make her proud. And satisfied. He let her walk to explore the place, admiring her from behind the same way she had just second ago. Y/N heart went to normal heartbeat once they were finally alone and together. Which was the precise moment when Lando's went up. Her perfume filled the room and he knew he'd be secretly checking out the brand and take a note of it. It felt strangely familiar and other-worldly at the same time. As she stood by the large window, Lando noticed the strap slipping down her shoulder. How was he supposed to stay still? He approached her and hugged her softly from behind, kissing the shoulder which called for him. He felt proud when her he saw the goosebumps he created.

"Like what you see?" he whispered to her ear and bit it lightly. Y/N felt like he had a talent for finding all the secret spots on her body.

"I like what I feel," she sighed and closed her eyes.

"This is merely a starter," he smiled to his kiss.

"I have airport sweat all over me. Would mind helping me wash up?"

His voice went really up with excitement escaping his body. "I would mind being excluded from that, honey."

The shower would have been big enough for five people. But Lando and Y/N stood so close to each other you'd think there was room barely for one of them. He had undressed her painfully slowly, enjoying the hungry look she obviously could not control. Whenever she reached for his own McLaren shirt, he'd reply with something along the lines "Ladies first." Y/N really wanted to look him in the eyes, but how was she supposed when the water falling on his skin made it all wet and shiny. She reached for his shower gel and rubbed it on his chest, making a detailed map of his muscles to imprint in her memory. There was nothing to hide, she felt Lando's erection pushing on her body. He was in a particularly raw mood ever since he saw her today, built up energy coming out. No time for sweet gestures. His left hand gripped her ass and the right one traced the the line from her boobs, squeezed her nipple just a little harder than ever before and it was sending Y/N to a different dimension. Somehow, he got even closer to her than before, pushing her until she was pressed against the shower wall. Water mixed with saliva when their tongues touched and they both got lost in each other. Her hand in his hair and his pressing her neck like nobody who would call her a friend would. She could come right then and there. It was passion mixing with supressed feelings, both of them being really honest only when they did not speak. He squeezed her ass again and pulled her legs up and around his on waist. She opened her eyes only to meet his hungry look. She sensed a question and without needing to hear it being asked she nodded in agreement. He was strong enough to give her full support and felt a little too proud when he saw her give in completely in his direction. He was slow when he first entered her, giving her time to adjust, making sure he was careful enough to keep going. It was a relief to feel him inside, finally after some many wishful nights. Once you taste the sweetest candy, it's impossible to go back to the usual stuff. And together, they were the premium shit. Lando soon found a steady rhytm and her soft moans echoed through the bathroom. She fell completely into his embrace, letting him lead and do anything he wanted - because his instinct was apparently set on the exact setting designed for her body. He wished she hadn't heard his phone ring. And in a way she did too. But he felt her body tensing with every beat of his ringtone. "Lando..." she said in a tone that suggested that the moment was over.

"Just a moment more, honey," he pleaded. Seven thousand moments was what he was really asking.

"We can't...you need to be at places." He did not give a shit - but she did, so he stopped. For a moment they were both catching up with their breath. She smiled at him and kissed him. Lando's erection was not going away easily. "We'll finish later," she promised.

He smiled into their kiss: "Don't think you'll get away so easily next time." Their shared last look, before he reluctantly left the shower, cursing his PR manager who just had to book another interview for this afternoon. It got real quiet for Y/N right after he left. She stood in the shower for sometime, gathering up her thoughs. She has had some pretty stressful couple of days finishing her course and had some deadlines to meet. Managed to get everything in check for the end of the year, but every free minute she had was occupied by the guy, who just left minutes after she came to see him. All of a sudden, it was hard to feel excited about this whole thing. Yes. She understood, or at least tried, the level of responsibility he held. Hell, she even told him to go work. So why where was this irational come down coming from?

She left the hotel room hoping she picked a time when most of the crew would already be working and headed to the grid in time for qualifying. They'd agreed that normal VIP pass would be the right decision at this stage, no paddock or McLaren base. It all seemed just a little too intimidating. NDA was sent to Y/N email for her to sign the minute she jumped on the plane. She signed it with a strange bitter feeling in her stomach once Lando left their room, still not sure how she felt about it, not sure if the fact this had been dealt with completely by his assistant, instead of him bringing it up, was alienating her. So she sat on the grandstand, alone once again. Only this time it hurt just a bit more to sit there by herself. It was all or nothing with Lando. Up and down. Stale than suddenly full speed. Don't be seen. Don't stand out. Don't be crushing so obviously. She gathered intrusive thoughts who kept her company while people around her screamed with joy and anger depending on the situation. She never expected to feel to strange in Barcelona. Hell, she'd been looking forward to it for days, so why was it like this?

Lando was over the moon and head over heels. Everything clicked - his car, the team and Y/N was watching him from right here in on the track. He felt proud. Showing off was his normal personality trait, but that had skyrocketed this week to abnormal heights. There was just something in the air making life intoxicating. He was handing out smiles as it if was oxygen and the crowds absorbed as if their life depended on it. He took all he had and gave everything to the quali. Got in the zone and the wind flew in his direction.

"P1, Lando, P1. Congrats." were dry words his engineer said as soon as everything was set. Lando could carry the whole team excitement wise in that moment, so he didn't need encouragement from him. "Yes!!! Yes, baby, Yes, here we go! I can't believe it!" He beat them all. An achievement he needed so much after all that hard work. P1 meant at least a chance of a podium. He was quick and a good driver - and he finally believed it again.

Y/N wondered for a moment if this was what if felt like being dead. Watching and not interfering. She immediately slapped herself mentally for being so overly dramatic. Just like Lando, she also had big dreams of her future and it felt like a privilege to be there to see her crush crushing his. No, this was crazy, she was overhelmed by the energy the crowds around produced and by the obvious joy that streamed out of Lando during post race interview. She chucked and yelled a loud "Oh come on!" when he said that that the result was great, but the real battle was tomorrow. If only he could stop sometimes for a moment and enjoy it while it lasted, she thought. There was just a tiny tiny part of her, that wished this had happened the race before. Just so that she could have more time with. Surely he was suppose to have meetings and getting ready and stuff. Not exactly an envinroment for late night fucks and talks.

He joined her in his hotel room later that evening. Overjoyed, excited, slightly nervous and repeating his jokes about Leclerc 2023 season and how he will surely follow his steps a bit too much. Y/N sat there, listening and having Lando explain to her the whole deal, as she was quite new to this stuff. He was wrapped in his own head, for very obvious reasons. Y/N felt as if he was and also was not there at the same time. She was quiet and let her anxiety out only once he fell asleep. Honestly, what was the point of her being here. The unspoken hope about their potential future she held deep inside was slowly slipping away. She felt selfish, hated herself for it and yet knew her needs were valid. The initial excitement with which she arrived here leaving like a long distance friend on a Sunday afternoon. Lando's mind would usually run wild before a race. This time it was Y/N. She was happy to be the one to share his afternoon and night. Her skin just crawled when the thought that this was just a casual hook up for him entered her mind. Who was the one keeping him company on the next race?

Once Lando kissed he goodbye and quickly left for his pre race work, she buried herself in her phone, doomscrolling endlessly. At one point she debated not going to the race. Nobody would notice. But she would feel like an absolute idiot if she stayed there. What exactly were the expectation coming here? That he would have all the time for her? She picked herself up and went, now really wanted to slap herself. She was in Barcelona on a F1 race for god sake.

Once again she went and this time tried to sink in the atmosphere of the grandstands and focus less on what might be happening in the paddock and around Lando. When she opened up more the the world around, the world responded and threw a group of young Spanish fans in her way. They took her as her own - and there was no one to complain that she spend her time at the race with Alonso fans.

Podium. Podium when he knew that she was there watching. Was there more to wish for? His team surrounded him overjoyed, the fans were ecstatic and ever the journalists seemed to be on his side for this once. There was a post race interview, then Netflix and lots of autographs. Lando felt truly rewarded for all the hard work he put into his racing. The team insisted on Lando joining them at the club, it would have probably been impossible to avoid it, they were determined to celebrate. He barely found a moment to breathe - let alone check his phone, where a celebratory text from Y/N was sitting among 70 other texts.

Minutes turned into hours and usually patient Y/N was losing it. There was nothing else for her to do than join her newly found pack at the bar in the city, where they continued after the race. They were typically Spanish in their ways, so the energy was high and contagious. She shared her frustrations without revealing Lando's identity, because she just had to get it out somehow. Two shots was the maximum she allowed herself in order not to start drunk calling and throwing away her last piece of dignity she felt towards herself.

"I don't wanna know. I don't need to see him on instagram wrapped around someone else. Just tell me if he texts me back," she said and handed her phone to one of the girls, the one that seemed to get it the most.

It was intoxicating to watch his usually stressed teammates and crew finally relaxed and happy. He'd been at the team for a good chuck of years now, these people were family. Few times during the night a thought entered Lando's mind. He should have just brought Y/N here. It would have been fine. So there would be some headline tomorrow. Then his memories of his exes crying at the horrific comments his "so called fans" were capable of leaving nonstop. He read her text after three or something hours, not making anything out of his response time, deciding to wait for a proper quiet moment to record a voice message.

"I only smoke when I want to feel bad," she laugher while sharing a cigarette outside the bar filled with singing people.

"Chica, you have a voice message!" her designated phone guardian exclaimed. Received 28 minutes ago. Great.

She listened to the message for two times, having trouble deciding whether she felt happy or angry. Nothing personal, nothing specific, just a happy Lando talking in the same tone he uses for interviews, she watched him enough to see the difference, asking about her whereabouts, making it sound like he just assumed that she is back at the hotel. His James Dean smile felt bitter in her memory. Her own joy that she felt when listening to his voice was the thing making her mad. He just had such an upper hand.

She took a few minutes to reply. Why the hell not. "I'm in the centre of Barcelona with some people." was the only thing she wrote. Her dirty little secret fantasy turned out to be sad undermining dream. She was leaving tomorrow evening and felt as if Lando hadn't even asked her how she was doing in the two days she'd been here. Somehow, she felt further from him than when there were miles and oceans between them.

It's hard to tell the note from a text sometimes, but Lando has shared hundreds of texts with this girl. So he knew something was up.

"Can I come and see you?" he asked straightforward.

"If you want to...but there are like people here, so..?" she replied after another pause and sent her location.

The taxi drive dragged for minutes and Lando sighed demonstratively to let his annoyance out of the system, having little to no care of what the driver thought of him.

"I'm right outside the bar, in the alleyway," he finally sent once he arrived and got a photo of his POV. She took her time, letting him evaluate what had been happening even more. Was the magic gone? Did she stopped caring? Or worse, did she never start?

He was not exactly relieved when he spotted her coming his way. There was an uncharacteristically strange look on her face.

"Hey," she said with no clear emotion for Lando to read.

"Hey," he replied passively and carefully.

"Congrats again," she said quietly. "Sorry I dragged you out of the party," she said honestly. There was a sudden wave of guilt making her feel very small. She stopped unusually far away from Lando, not exactly where a person who has shared his bed that night would. They stood far away from crowds, but blended perfectly into the street life scenery. Just a guy and a girl.

"Is everything like, alright?"

"I don't know. It's just...guess I find it harder to stay behind and pretend I don't know you than I thought I would," she managed to slowly voice her biggest concern. There was a part of her that was proud for that.

"Ok. I'm sorry it's so unfortunate. I guess I act a little different when I'm afraid of being watched." She had to admit he was right, it he had stepped out of the alleyway, there would be a crowd immediately. that must have been really suffocating at times.

"No, you don't have to say you're sorry or anything. I get it. I'm a regular girl, just some student. No model or a daughter of a driver or whatever. I obviously don't fit into your life. It would be crazy of me to assume that anyway. And I got carried away with my little crush on you. It's my own expectations that let me down, not you or anything. I get it, I just need some time to process and get over it." Her voice was sweet and honest with no other undertones. He had not seen this emotion on her face before. He found it fascinating that the more he saw her, the more types of expressions he was allowed to observe.

In that moment, Lando was more than sure of where he wanted the conversation to go. There wasn't a thing that would make his second guess. This realization makes one nonchalantly braver than usual. "But I don't want you to get over it. The last you are to me is ordinary. Or some fucking shit like that." The concept of her thinking this was really fucking up his own head.

"Lando, I can see this thing we do is making me someone I don't want to be. An insecure sucker for a drop of your attention. It's honestly embarassing," she stated. "I like Lando, don't give a fuck that you happen to be Lando Norris."

He was shocked how she managed to hit him where it hurt without even realizing it.

"But that's the thing. I'm obsessed with you. Me, Lando. But Lando Norris does not leave when you enter the room. I know the price of that better than anyone and I just want to protect you for as long as I can. The thing I'd love to do the most is to introduce you to my friends and definitely not talk to them about how amazing time I have when I'm with you."

Y/N took a moment to take in what he was trying to say to her. She was took busy getting through her own thoughts that she almost did not listen to his. Lando took a step closer to her, knowing that if he fucks this up, they will hardly see each other again. There was no room for any cat and mouse games. Destiny set them up for the level hard. It's not like they will bump into each other in the paddock.

"I want to enjoy what we have in private for as long as we can. I want to get to know you and have the space to do so. I'm terrified of someone giving you any hate," he whispered. Y/N has probably never felt as stupid as she had then.

"I don't know why I'm so weird. And overreacting."

"You're not," he said firmly, kicking himself mentally for not taking more of an effort when he had her here. "I'm sorry for neglecting you. And for hiding you. It's definitely not because I find you not enough," he said, disgusted with the word enough leaving his mouth.

Once some barriers are broken, it's impossible to take a step back.

"We don't need to parade around, Lando. I get what you're saying and all," she said.

"Yes. Not until we both feel ready, if that's ok."

"Great, " she smile. There was silence for a moment. Lando's mind was suddenly clear as a day.

"Y/N. I want to see you again. And more often. Not as a fuck buddy or a special friend. How do you feel about that?"

"Like what...like dating or something?"

"No," he smiled, seeing how it made her all awkward and tight. "Not something. Proper full on dating, all in. Let it flow and see where we end up." It was like a weight she had no idea she carried lifter of her.

"Yes," she replied and bit her lip to hide her excitement.

He smiled back. "Ok, honey". With that he kissed his newly found girlfriend. New set of slightly different butterflies entered the chat.

"So I guess I'll have to change your contact name, huh?" he asked with his signature cheeky grin.

"To what?"

"How did you put it, sucker for my attention?"

She hit him playfully and he responded with another kiss.

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Tw: implied dark! Felix and dark! Oliver

Fingering, daddy kink(sorry) , pet names(angel, love, princess), fem reader! lmk if I missed anything!

18+!!

Every summer without fail your boyfriend( on again off again but even when you weren't "together" you guys fucked at any and every opportunity possible ) invited you to Saltburn you grew up together you were practically "apart of the family".

It's not like it's unusual for Felix to take in a mopey-although always beautiful sad sack and bring them to his home but, this guy felt.. different? Off putting? Strange? Truthfully all of those suit him just fine.

This is the first time you officially meet Oliver sure you've seen him around sometimes following Felix like a lost puppy around campus but you've never actually spoken. After Oliver gets his breakfast ( not without an incredibly uncomfortable to watch encounter with Duncan) does he speak to you.

You're reading at the table having already finished your meal. You feel a sudden chill, the air giving you an eery feeling. You look up from your book and find that everyones conversing with one another. Everything's fine. Get out of your head.

"What are you reading?" Oliver's voice asks timidly as if the sound of his own voice alarms him. You glance at him from across the table " hm?" You quirk your brow although you'd heard him just fine. Your not sure why you did that bad habit or an intimidation tactic you're unsure. "I- uh I asked what you were reading" his voice wavers and it satisfies some sick and twisted part of you. "Talented mr. Ripley" Oliver nods awkwardly " that's a good one" you simply nod and go back to reading.

Hours later you, Felix, Fairleigh, and Venetia are sitting by the pool. Well except for Felix who's decided to jump in. You set down your book which may as well be attached to you and dip your toes in the water. Without warning Felix pulls you in by your ankles. You let out a sharp gasp before plunging beneath the water. When your head bobs back up your giggling and splashing at Felix. Water slides down your body as you do. Oliver watches from behind a bush how your head tilted back when you came up he admired the droplet the ran between the cleavage your bikini top gave you. He imagined it were his tongue tracing the crevice between your breasts.

You all go your separate ways to get ready for dinner. You and Felix make your way to his bathroom( to wash all the chlorine and maybe have a quickie). Felix steps into the tub you following soon after so your back is against his chest.warmth spreads throughout your body his coconut body wash fills the air. " so what do you think?" Felix says suddenly into your ear making you shiver " of what" you frown trying to figure out what he means. "Of Oli?"

"Oli?" You think for a moment "Oliver? He's alright I guess, he's a bit off though." Felix huffs a laugh "Off? He quite sweet I think" Felix tilts his head to the side . "Of course you think that you always see the best in people, love." Felix grins. He doesn't know you don't mean it kindly, he can never see the bad in people not even the ones that take advantage of his kindness. Felix takes a hold of your chin then and tilts your face gently to the side to give you peck on the lips which swiftly turns into a heated kiss, with Felix it always ends up like this. Cuddling turns into fucking, sleeping turns into him on top of you savouring you on his tongue as if you're his last meal, and let's not even talk about what he's done to you under the table at dinner where no one notices or even bats an eye.

Felix easily manoeuvres you to be on top of him in the tub, chest pressed against his. He returns promptly to kissing you before he pushes your hips into him making you have your cunt pressed right against his hard length. You groan into his mouth, "Felix please I need more" you whine grinding against him. "Not yet princess be patient for me ok?" You pout but nod. "Good girl" Felix smiles making you feel weak in the best way. Felix flips you again seemingly wanting more control(as always) and and lightly caresses your slit with his middle finger. You whimper lightly and buck your hips needing more. Felix chuckles " you want daddy to fuck you with his fingers" you nod, Felix's eyes darken slightly. " say it for me Angel"

"I need you to fuck me with your fingers daddy please"

"So polite. Don't worry baby I'll take care of you" Felix enters one thick finger into you almost immediately. You let out a breathy moan at the feeling. Felix careful curls his finger in and out of you. Your head is thrown back in ecstasy, Felix adds another finger, you be ready for it or not not even crossing his mind. ( you're far too quiet he wants sweet sweet Oli to hear your moans for him). He curls both fingers into you hitting your g-spot deliberately. You let out a gorgeous shaky moan that instantly has Oliver hard as a rock. He palms himself as he watches you get ruined by Felix- he's not sure who he wishes to be in that moment.

Felix is going at a pace that he only reserves for times like this when there's (unfortunately) not much time to worship you(use you). Once he adds a third finger you're done for. Felix rubs at your clit with one hand while pumping three fingers into you with the other. "Fel-daddy I'm so so close please" your practically crying under him. Felix knows this means to keep going at the same pace. No speeding up or slowing down. "Let go for me angel" Your soft moans are flowing through the air as Felix continues to fuck his fingers into you. You let out one last loud cry before you cum all over his fingers.

Just as your about to step out Felix stops you.

"Oli its time for you to come out now. She's all ready"

#saltburn #felix catton #oliver quick #felix catton x reader #oliver quick x reader #barry keoghan #jacob elordi #first fic #kinda mean reader #but barely #need them #felix catton x oliver quick #farleigh start #venetia catton #i need him #need him biblically #coquette

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soulmate au where you can hear what song your soulmate has stuck in their head. Steve gets confused as to why he always hears heavy metal, because he always thought he'd fall for a girl who listens to cheesy romantic pop music, and Ed gets frustrated from all the Top 40 songs constantly playing in his head

Since my last soulmate AU was sad I should do another fluffy one so Ty for the prompt.

Eddie doesn't really remember a time a song wasn't playing in his head. He assumes there was probably a time when he was little bit his memories of childhood are fuzzy at best anyway. However, no matter how loud he plays his metal songs, the poppy top 40s songs of his soulmate will often drown them out. It almost drives him insane, until one day all the songs stop.

In the cold winter of 1983, Eddie Munson wakes up one day with no song in his head. This wasn't completely unusual, his soulmate was often an early riser but the holidays were coming up so people slept in more. What was strange however, was there was no song, all day. No song the next day and no song for weeks. Eddie knew something very bad had happened to his soulmate and he didn't know what to do.

Steve will often tell people he does bad at school because his soulmate plays the loudest music. When Steve was a kid the songs would only be now and then but since Steve was nine there was always some loud metal music rattling around his brain. Steve would spend years looking for some cool metal chic, but all the girls he met liked cute pop songs.

Steve was suspicious that Nancy was a secret metalhead when he fell head first in love with her. She wasn't, he wasn't surprised she always had indie music playing in her head. After he faced the Demogorgan, Steve didn't feel like listening to the radio, the staticky sound put him on edge, he sat in his room, all the lights off so they wouldn't flicker, and held his nail bat tightly. He would listen all day for the sound of danger, the only noise he heard was his soulmate. When his parents returned a few weeks later he had to go back to normal.

When Eddie woke up to some dumb song he heard on the radio once, he almost cried. His soulmate was ok.

In 1984, Eddie's soulmate had another blip, Eddie held his breathe, but the songs would return and his soulmate was ok.

In 1985, Eddie's soulmate had the dumbest songs in his head. Weeks after the fire Eddie would figure out he heard the same songs playing in the mall. He was glad he could still here them, his soulmate was still ok.

In 1986, Eddie felt bad for his soulmate. He'd been practicing Master of Puppets for weeks as soon as it came out, his soulmate must be sick of it. When everything started happening, Eddie's soulmate was quiet, Eddie hoped he was ok, that he wasn't dead somewhere like Chrissy.

Eddie silently apologised to his soulmate as he played his favourite song once more, he hoped they would forgive him if said song saved the world. As Eddie laid bleeding out in Dustin's arms, he wished he could hear a dumb pop song one more time. Maybe his soulmate was waiting for home on the other side.

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Eddie blinked his eyes open, the lights were bright, wait, bright lights? Eddie looked around as his eyes came into focus, he was in a hospital, he was alive. That wasn't the only surprising thing, Steve Harrington was asleep in a chair next to his bed.

"Hey, pretty boy, wake up."

"E-Eddie? EDDIE! Fuck you're awake! You're ok!"

"Yeah, seems like it, I'm guessing I have you and the others to thank."

"Yeah, couldn't let my soulmate bleed out in that hellhole."

"Soulmate?"

"Dustin told me what song you played."

Steve flicked Eddie's arm.

"Um OW! I'm injured here Stevie have mercy."

"That's for making me listen to that song for weeks, Eds!"

"Well it saved the world didn't it?"

"Yeah I guess it did."

"Plus you made me listen to cheesy pop songs sweetheart so we're even. You um, I thought you were dead sometimes, there would be no songs for weeks, I thought Vecna had killed you when there was no songs again this time."

"Don't like listening to songs when all this shit is going down, distracts me. I don't think my head has ever been as quiet as on that drive it the hospital, don't do that again ok?"

"I promise, Stevie, gonna be stuck with my loud as fuck music for life."

"Sounds good to me, Eds."

Guess Eddie's soulmate was waiting for him on the other side after all.

#stranger things #soulmate au #steddie #steddie au #steddie soulmate au #stranger things s4 #steve harrington #st4 #eddie munson #stranger things season 4 #ty for the prompt #ficlet #steddie ficlet

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wintervalewritersecond · 1 year

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christmas miracle - wednesday addams

requested: yes! requests: open! Is it possible for a wednesday x reader where after the battle of Crackstone and going home Wednesday realize that she has feelings for Reader and fast forward to nearing christmas Reader visits Wednesday to give her a present reader promised back at Nevermore and before reader left, wednesday tells reader her feelings but needs time to process it because she is not use to romantic feelings?

A/N: merry christmas! <3 i tried to incorporate some addams family tv show and musical elements in it as well :') I'm sorry if it feels rushed, i wanted to have it finished before Christmas ended <3

wordcount: 2,144 warnings: they/them pronouns, characters may be ooc.

A Christmas miracle has come true when Wednesday reveals her emotions to you. In a way.

"Oh, hello darling! Lurch, get their bags, will you?"

Morticia Addams opened the door with a smile on her face. Her eyeshadow is as black as night and her lips are painted a bloody red, though you guess it fits the Christmas theme as well. You had been invited to the Addams household this Christmas. Your own parents were not going to be home and back at Nevermore you had promised Wednesday a gift. After exchanging multiple letters, she had invited you.

You were excited to celebrate it with her. You were used to the whole Santa Claus tradition, but you knew that Wednesday had something else prepared. Lurch then takes hold of your bags, already up the stairs so place them in Wednesday's room.

"I can not believe we finally have one of Wednesday's friends over. Please, let me show you around."

You follow the tall lady through the hall and into the living room. On your way to it, you can already see tons of strange and unusual decorations. A small guillotine stood in the hallway, a beheaded Marie Antoinette doll resting next to it, though the head seemed to be missing.

"Ah, that is a gift Wednesday once received. Oh, how she loved that guillotine. She even had it on a birthday cake once."

You could have guessed that. Wednesday has become your best friend in the last semester, so you knew exactly what the girl liked or disliked. A guillotine at the age of seven? She would have been thrilled. Finally, you enter the living room.

It is absolutely grand. Luxurious fabrics and curtains, tons of taxidermy, a dark piano, and a noose hanging from the ceiling. Though you are not nearly as dark as Wednesday or her family, you surely did find all of it interesting.

"Wednesday!"

The pig-tailed girl walks down the stairs, her face stoic, yet it looks like she is enjoying herself much more than she did at Nevermore.

"Y/N, welcome. I hope you like our Christmas decorations," Wednesday looks over at the dead Christmas tree which stands in the middle of the room.

"Oh, of course!" You smile, looking at your friend.

She is wearing something similar to her usual attire. A black dress with white accents, yet not too many. You recall her saying that that would take away from her ability to look ghostly.

"This tree has been in our family for years," Morticia mumbles dreamily, "It belonged to Gomez, you know!"

Gomez walks out of the same entrance that Wednesday had come out of, his suit crisp and nicely ironed. A big smile is on his face as he greets you, also gesturing to the tree.

"Yes, I picked this many moons ago! I took each and every prickly needle out of it myself. I was so convinced that Santa Claus would hang more on it that way."

Gomez and Morticia share a loving look, making Wednesday's nose scrunch up lightly before stepping closer to you. She hated to see her parents so... In love. The emotion itself already made her have rashes on her skin, and not the ones she enjoys.

The dinner had gone splendidly. You had heard tons of stories from when Wednesday and Pugsley were younger, how Morticia and Gomez met, and much more.

"Ah, the game," Gomez takes another bite of his food. "You know, Morticia is amazing at organizing those. One time, we tried to invite some parents over. You know, there was a whole incident with the pool and the piranhas, so we tried to make it up to them. A beautiful dinner made by Morticia, and our family tradition has always been the game."

"What is the game?" You curiously asked, your plate already empty. Morticia's cooking was truly extraordinary.

"Well, we have one called 'Full disclosure', and-"

"Okay, Father. That is enough. I am sure that Y/N can wait with hearing that."

Wednesday pushes her chair back before looking at you.

"Let us retire to the bedroom. The bright Christmas lights are giving me a migraine and it makes me want to hit my head with a hammer."

The girl already walked off without waiting for you to respond. You look from Wednesday to the rest of the table, quickly thanking them for the dinner and stories before hurrying after your friend.

Wednesday is standing at the door that leads to her bedroom. You had never seen her house before, and Wednesday was also not the person who would talk about her home all too much.

"You will be sleeping in my room. We would have given you the spare room, but Pugsley is still working on his taxidermy."

"Ah, no problem. Besides, I have had sleepovers at your dorm before."

The girl grimaces.

"Unlike those horrid happenings, there are no pink glitters and bright neon nail polish here. I would rather set myself on fire than see any of that today."

She opens the door before walking in. Your bags have been set in the middle of the room, neatly organized by size. Wow, Lurch is organized.

The room has the same elements as the dorm that Wednesday slept in at Nevermore. A typewriter, record player, her cello standing in the corner, and Thing patiently sitting on the bed.

"Thing! I haven't seen you in ages," you laugh, sitting down next to the hand. "I got you a small gift."

You rummage through your bags, trying to find the small tube of hand cream.

"A-ha!" You hold it above your head, a grin on your face. "Your favorite! It was the last one in Jericho!"

If a hand could jump, it would have. You place the small tube next to him as Thing tightly grabs onto it.

"Great," Wednesday says. "His ego is going to go through the roof. For only a hand, he sure has a lot of nerve."

"Oh, come on, Wednesday! And besides, you know that I got you a gift as well. I promised you back at Nevermore."

Wednesday knew you promised her. You had written about it in multiple letters, ones that the girl kept in a small box. She thought your letters were disgustingly sweet. It is like you sprayed your sugary-smelling perfume on each thin piece of paper. After everything went down with Crackstone, you had written to each other much more. Wednesday still hates technology, and she wants to avoid it as much as she can.

She looks you up and down, raising one eyebrow.

"Well. I might have something in return."

She didn't tell you that. You look at her before blinking once, reaching into your bag yet again. Last week it was finally finished. You don't quite know what to expect. She might hate it, but she might also not mind it. A package comes out of your bag, neatly wrapped in black wrapping paper and closed with a thick, black ribbon. Who knew that black paper was so hard to find.

You step closer to the girl, the gift in your hands and a smile on your face. Wednesday is curious, one eyebrow still raised. What could you have ever gotten her?

"It uh... It's a small set. Couldn't decide what to do," you let out a laugh. "I can always get rid of it somewhere. If you don't like it."

Wednesday takes your gift, carefully opening the ribbon before lifting the top of the box off. Inside are two smaller packages.

She opens the biggest one. Inside is a doll that seems to be split in half. Only the head is in the box, and Wednesday knows it all too much. It matches the doll from her childhood too well.

"Marie Antoinette. The one from my guillotine."

Wednesday runs her fingers over the small details of the dollface. The eyes look as lifeless as ever, the eyelids opening and closing when the head gets moved forwards or backward.

Only once was the doll mentioned to you. Wednesday remembered losing the head while trying to scare her classmates, and she never found it back. That is, until now.

"Yeah. I saw the guillotine. Wild for a 9-year-old," you laugh. "Open the next one. It's better. I hope."

Better than the first gift? Is it a real beheaded body?

The box is a bit smaller than the one that contained the doll head, though a bit heavier. In it hides a wooden plaque, neatly stained with some type of varnish. A scorpion, its tail curled and its claws seeming to be ready to clip. The small silver plate says 'Nero' in a handwritten font. It was put on there quite messily.

"I tried to take a taxidermy class. I know you really loved Nero, and I know that this isn't exactly the same, but I hope you still like it. I fucked up his legs a bit."

One of his legs was indeed a bit crooked, but Wednesday didn't care. Her eyes are fixated on the small scorpion as she almost seems to be pulled back into her childhood memories. Her silence makes you nervous. You are used to Wednesday being quiet and only using her gaze to shutting people up, but this silence is different.

She truly is at a loss for words. No one had ever been this thoughtful with gifts for the girl. Not when her cake existed out of a functioning guillotine, not when her mother had let her visit a funeral home for the first time, and not when Pugsley allowed her to bury him alive on his birthday.

"No," she nods. "It looks exactly like him."

You let out a breath that you didn't know you were holding. Thank god she liked it. Taxidermy used to freak you out, but after being surrounded by things much darker than it, you got over it quite fast.

The scorpion gets placed in an empty space on her desk, that is where Wednesday spent most of her time anyway. But, her gift for you is also there. A small, tiny box is hidden in the drawer.

Wednesday doesn't feel nervous. She never has. Though now, her dead heart seems to be beating. It feels like she will throw up, her throat feels tight and she doesn't know what to say.

"Thing, leave us."

Thing doesn't care. All he wants is to use the hand creme. He runs out with the bottle of creme in his grip as the door closes back behind him. Wednesday then turns around, the small box now in her hands before walking over to you. She sticks her arm out, staring at you before you take the box carefully.

"I feel like I now should answer your letter. In real life."

She gestures for you to open the box, and it reveals a small ring with her initial on it. It looks exactly like the necklace that she wears herself.

"My mother and father might believe in unconditional love, but I always thought it was fake. Emotions are what makes you weak, and I have tried to avoid them as long as I could," she continues. "They make you feel disgusting. I want to rip all my hair out, strand by strand. You make me want to bite off all my fingers as I get electrocuted at the same time."

You look up at her, your eyes sparkling and a smile on your face.

"This means I... like you," she mutters. "But, on one condition."

Whatever condition it is, you will take it. You had expressed your interest on Wednesday before, but she was quick to shut you off. She insisted that she was not the person you would want to be with, trying to scare you off. You respected her choice as the two of you still decided to stay befriended. But this news is the best Christmas present you might have ever received.

"Anything."

"I need time. I am not used to any type of romantic feelings. I need to figure this out on my own. Seeing my parents being so sweet with each other makes me want to stab myself until I bleed out. Just... time."

You slip the ring onto your finger. A perfect fit.

"Wednesday Addams, I would kill for you if that is what it takes."

A small smirk forms on her face.

"Now, don't excite me too much."

You stand up, admiring your ring before opening your arms to give the girl a hug. An 'oh' leaves your mouth when you realize what you did as you drop your hands, just smiling at the girl. She looks at you before sighing.

"Only. One."

A Christmas miracle. Truly.

#wednesday addams #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday addams oneshot #wednesday addams x reader #request

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Shards of Glass, Chapter 6

Summary: Kyojuro Rengoku, History Teacher on the Kimetsu Academy, is constantly having strange dreams about a Slayer who looks exactly like him. He thinks nothing of it until he recognizes a very specific person from these dreams and feels a very unique connection to her.

Pairing: History Teacher Kyojuro x Teacher Fem!Reader

Trope: Reincarnation / Sequel to Flame and Water (can be stand-alone)

Word Count: 1962

Warning: slightly suggestive

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Crossposted on AO3

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It was Friday. Kyojuro was dressed up nicely in clean jeans and freshly washed shirt, having a single pink rose on his desk and the two tickets for the Kyogen Theater show in his pocket. He was ready for his date, or at least he thought so.

‘Hey, I’m sorry, can’t make it today but have fun at the theater!’

He looked at the message on his phone with a sullen expression and frowned. Luckily he was the only one in the staff room so no one could see the disappointment in his face. He had decided to stay a little bit longer in school and then go to his date straight from there. He sighed. He had been really looking forward to the date, not necessarily because of the girl - but for the event because he loved the Kyogen Theater and hoped to have other thoughts than thinking about Y/N, who he had avoided as much as possible all week.

He let out another sigh as he sat down in his chair and hung his head. He felt miserable. The rejection was his punishment for ignoring her. He had seen how she had tried to approach him for conversation, but he always fled. Like a coward. He ran his hands through his hair and immediately felt his heart beat faster when he saw her in front of him, realizing he was not the last one here.

“Hey, are you alright?”

Her voice was so gentle and sweet, nearly angelic - he realized how much he missed it. He had ignored her and she was still worried about him. He should commit seppuku, he thought sullenly. "Yes, everything is alright."

“Did you know that you are a bad liar?” She tilted her head and raised a single eyebrow.

“I guess you are right.” He chuckled. Who would have thought that his bad mood could change so quickly with her.

“I am always right,” she giggled with a teasing smile. “You really look sad and depressed. It’s very unusual for you. You can confide in me. I promise I won’t tell anyone.” She came closer and sat on his desk.

Kyojuro tried not to stare at her thighs that were suddenly so close to his face. It also didn’t help that she was wearing one of her flowy sundresses that looked so pretty on her. He leaned back in his chair to create a bigger gap between them, closed his eyes and sighed. “I just got dumped.”

It was silent for a moment and he dared to open his eyes again. She just stared at him again with her head tilted and mustered him. “So this is why you are dressed up so nicely?”

“Hey, I always dress nicely!”

“Well that one tie with the flames you wore one day was not that nice, but I think the fashion gods can forgive you since you are so handsome.” She giggled with a blush on her cheeks.

“You think I am handsome?” His ears perked up and he got slightly up from his chair. Her soft and innocent flirting made his blood rush.

Her blush turned a tint deeper and she tried to change the topic by bringing back the original one. “I am really sorry that you got dumped. This must hurt.”

“Yeah, it’s a really bummer since I already bought these tickets.” He brought the tickets out of his pocket and threw them on the table.

Interested, she took one of them and read it out loud. “Kyogen Theater… Is that not a traditional comic theater? This sounds fun! Though I never saw one.”

"Well, I have two tickets, you know…” Before Kyojuro could realize what he said he saw how her eyes lit up.

“Really? I would love to! Just let me message Kenji quickly before getting ready! I would not want to make him worry.” She slid excited from his desk to get her phone and quickly typed a message.

Kenji, so that was the name of that man that holds Y/N’s heart. His thoughts would have turned bitter, but her excitement was so refreshing that he did not have the time for it, watching her as it brought a smile to his face. “There is also a free flower with the tickets.” He gave her the pink rose he had bought for his date, but who was he lying to. When he bought the rose in his break time he had thought about her, and her pretty white dress with the pink flowers.

She took the flower from him and took a pair of scissors to shorten the stem and blunt the thorns. He watched her with interest before seeing her put the flower in her hair. She smiled and turned around the circle. “And does that suit me? Am I even properly dressed for that? What do you wear to an event like this?”

He watched how the fabric of the dress flowed around her hips, swaying perfectly. His heart was beating fast again and before he could stop himself he said, “You look perfect.”

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Never had he had so much fun in his life. It was not the first time he was at this play, which was hilarious, but having this experience with Y/N. Seeing how she enjoyed the evening, how she got tears in her eyes from laughing, seeing her happy. It was all more than he wanted. That she was sitting so close to him, the thighs next to each other, her perfume waving over to him and haunting his senses. Or how she put her hand on his forearm to keep from doubling over with laughter. It was a bonus and something that pushed away the thought that she actually belonged to someone else and that he would probably never get over her.

Even when the play ended she didn't let go of his arm until they arrived at his car. Still laughing and talking, getting out of her shell in a way he did not see in the school or at the drinking party. The blonde man was on cloud nine, since she trusted him so much to be herself and feel comfortable. They talked for a long time about the performance and then about everything and the world, neither of them realizing that they had already arrived at her house. But they were so deep in their conversation that she simply stayed sitting in his car the whole time.

She looked at her watch. “Oh no, it’s already so late!”

He also looked at the time and was surprised at how quickly the evening had passed. “Yeah, you shouldn’t keep your boyfriend waiting so long. He’s definitely worried about you.”

But not a single word about Kenji left her lips. She just took the flower out of her hair and put it onto his, leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. “Thank you so much, it was a wonderful evening. The most beautiful one I’ve ever had.” With those words, she got out of his car and walked into the apartment complex, leaving Kyojuro sitting there in the car with his mouth hanging open.

He touched his cheek almost blissfully, not believing what had just happened. She had kissed him! His face beamed beyond measure and no one could spoil the smile on his face. Not even Kenji, who had watched the whole thing from the window, but Kyojuro didn't know that as he happily started the car's engine and drove home with the pink rose in his hair.

Y/N felt all giddy and excited like a young schoolgirl. The butterflies in her stomach were dancing. All the feelings of happiness she was experiencing suddenly disappeared when she saw Kenji in front of her as she entered their shared apartment. She was startled. It wasn't that he scared her, Kenji was a nice guy who would not hurt a fly. She had known him since middle school. He was the type of guy who persisted when pursuing his dream, or even the girl he loves. Since back then he had adored and followed her around, asking her several times on a date until she said yes. One date turned into two and later into a relationship. She liked Kenji a lot but everything always felt -

“Y/N, do you actually know what time it is?” His gaze was expressionless. She didn't like it when she didn't know where she stood with him. She didn't like it when people suppressed their feelings.

“I'm sorry, we totally lost track of time.” She put down her bag and took off her coat.

"Who is we?"

“I texted you that I was with my colleagues. You know that I'm trying to make new friends at my new workplace." She didn't look him in the eyes, taking off her shoes.

“You have the audacity to lie to me. You didn’t write anything about a male colleague!”

“Yes, because I knew how jealous you would become!”

“How do you expect me to react if I see you kissing him in the car!”

“That was a harmless good night kiss on the cheek!” She knew that was not true. She knew that no matter what she said, Kenji would not calm down, because no matter how kind hearted and friendly he was. No matter how much he loved her and would put the world at her feet, he was also terribly jealous. And she knew that this heated argument was just the beginning and would not end quickly.

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The kiss on his cheek lingered for a long time as the smell of her perfume haunted him. He had slept great and woke up with something hard between his legs as his dreams took a lewd direction for the first time. Embarrassed, he took a cold shower to calm himself down and decided to visit his parent's place again. After yesterday he was more determined to find what he was searching for.

And he actually found what he was looking for. Behind the crib he saw a piece of clothing hanging. Put in a special plastic to preserve garments and protect them from moths and aging processes. He pushed everything aside to take a closer look. It was a haori in white-yellow gradient pattern and red flame-like ridges at the end. He stared at it for a few moments until he understood that this must be his ancestor’s haori whose memories he kept seeing.

Kyojuro had to sit down on the floor at this realization. This was remarkable! The haori was still in such good condition after all these years. The history teacher's passion had been awakened. He wasn't supposed to do it, but he unzipped the plastic cover to the side and wanted to feel the texture of the material. It felt like someone was pulling him through a void the moment he touched the fabric of the haori.

Everything was black for a fraction of a second and then so bright that it blinded him. It took him a few seconds to get used to the dazzling light just to find himself in bright daylight in a field filled with red spider lilies. He saw someone in the distance and slowly walked towards them. With each further step he recognized first the haori and then the blonde-red hair. "Who are you?" As soon as the question left his lips, the person turned to him with a smile as his white haori blew in the wind.

The history teacher, who felt so out of place, widened his eyes and recognized him immediately. It was the same presence he had felt over 5 years ago, watching him constantly over his shoulder.

“It’s you.”

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pattycakes5516 · 1 year

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DazaiXReader Fluffy Angsty Smut Warning

“Dazai, are you happy? I don’t think I have ever seen you genuinely smile like that.” Mori asked as he watched him from the office chair grin down at his phone.

Dazai’s eyes flickered up and for a second Mori could tell his mind had wandered elsewhere then a small shake and he was back in the present. “I don’t know? Is this what this feeling is? She makes me crazy with it…” Dazai says quietly.

Mori observed him not sure if this was a good shift for one of his best enforcers. Though he still cares about those who worked for him so he gave a warning, “Don’t let this Y/N become a distraction.”

Dazai quickly lost the silly expression on his face and the cold stare he was used to returning. “Aww don’t worry! I’m still your ruthless hitman boss!” Mori nodded satisfied yet made sure to make a note of his unusual behavior just in case.

“You know sometimes I forget she exists even when she is in the same room with me.” Dazai returns to his rambling and Mori raises an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?” Mori asks, a bit confused. It seems this woman had him head over heels yet he feels this way.

“It’s hard to put into words…” Dazai mutters looking back down at the picture Chuuya had just sent him. Since he would be busy he had asked him to take her somewhere fun. Apparently they had decided on an aquarium. Chuuya had sent an image of her absentmindedly staring at a stingray. Her mouth slightly agape and eyes sparkling. He knew that face well it was the one she made right before she went on an overexcited explanation of something she cared about.

“Well who is on your list today boss?” Dazai put away his phone, tucking away the small bit of peace so that he could focus. Letting his thoughts numb down until there was nothing. Erasing the thought of her calling out his name just last night after letting him mentally break down a few more of her walls. The process to become the monster he was expected to be was taking longer than normal nowadays…

But he knew if he failed Mori would ensure that whatever bit of love he had found would be removed. Distraction… Please don’t become a distraction…

The Previous Night

Dazai was sitting on the couch completely focused on some show as the strange woman he let into his life sits quietly beside him. The room had been completely silent for over an hour yet he felt so at ease. It was an odd feeling.

So much so that his thoughts must have shown on his face because her finger was now pressed gently on his arm. Dazai smiled, “I’m ok, pretty girl…” She studies him for a few more seconds as if to read if that was the cause and then smiles back.

“Why do you do that?” Dazai was suddenly curious at the strange way she consoled him. Why wouldn’t she verbally ask him if he was ok? He clenched his fist when her face darkened as if caught in a horrid memory. “Tell me lovely. Please. I am not making fun of you. I am just curious.”

“Most people find it annoying because I ask too much. I guess this developed as a way to check on someone that was not too invasive and loud.” She said her eyes drifted away from his face and he frowned. He gently lifted her chin to face him again.

“They would get angry with you?” He asked and she just nodded. “Who?” Dazai flinched at his dark tone but he couldn’t control the urge to hurt those who had wronged her. This kind soul is jaded and haunted by her past.

“I mean a lot of people.” She laughs and he tries not to growl. Recognizing she was using humor to mask her discomfort. “Dazai, it's fine. I will get my shit together eventually.” Again she giggles but he doesn’t seem to think it’s very funny.

“It’s not ok Y/N.” Dazai muttered as he gently stroked her cheek. Her eyes widened in surprise at his softening demeanor. “You didn’t deserve to be treated like that….” Dazai’s hand falls as he realizes he was more of a beast than human. He was not deserving of that sweet and cherishing look she had given him. He was not supposed to have someone like her care about him.

Suddenly she is kissing his face all over and he is completely knocked backwards. When her lips claim his he is breathless. When she pulls away all he can do is stare, mouth slightly parted, “Sorry I got carried away. I just couldn’t help myself.” She said, embarrassed. “Don’t look at me like that…” Again another small laugh.

Dazai feels her try to pull away but she had him entranced now and he was keeping her close. His arms encircle her waist and he pulls her on his lap. “Dazai!” She shouts playfully but he refuses to let go.

“How did I look at you?” His words are muffled as he presses his face against her chest nuzzling. Her heartbeat picked up and he could tell she had gotten a bit flustered by the way she pushed down slightly grinding into him. Dazai controlled himself but the sensation was making it hard.

“I don’t know; like as if I was the most precious thing ever.” Again sarcasm hid her fear, as if she was always mentally preparing for rejection. Not knowing that he thought she was too good to be true.

Dazai looks up at her and pulls her down so he could place a kiss on her shoulder. Holding in a groan when he felt her shiver. “To me you are.” He whispers into her ear and he watches her take a sharp breath. “I will never stop reminding you of that.”

“Dazai…” She called his name like a moan and he felt the tension snap inside of him from the simple sound.

“I thought I was already crazy but Y/N you somehow made me even more deranged…” His voice came out raspy this time his eyes felt heavy with lust. She squirms against him as his hands travel up her sides. She makes the cutest sounds as his hand travels lower now to squeeze her ass. “You can’t be so cute… It’s dangerous…”

Before she could respond he kissed her deeply. She whines into his mouth and her fingers now threading into his hair keeping him close until they both gasp for air. “I’m going to move you on your back now treasure…” Dazai said through labored breathing. She nods with no hesitation and it makes him lose his composure for a second. The way she trusted him…

Dazai gently lays her back and groans at the look in her eyes as she stares up at him. He felt like wrapping her up and shielding her from anything. The logical part of his mind told him the only real danger to her is himself. “Dazai…” Again she calls out to him and he curses to himself.

“You make it hard to regret what I have done…” He mindlessly mutters but she reaches out a hand, her thumb tracing his jaw and smiles. “I’m so weak…” He almost whimpers but pulls himself together as he removes her shorts. Her eyes widened, not expecting this so soon.

“Wait let me…” She begins to speak but he growls and covers her lips with his large hand. She mumbles and protests against his palm. He kisses the side of her neck tenderly enjoying the soft mewl sound she makes.

“Such a people pleaser my sweet Y/N…” He whispers and loves the way she shivers under him from his low voice. “You always are the one begging to take care of me. To make me feel good.” Though he is stopping her from speaking he sees the look of defiance in her eyes.

“Ah ah… don’t try to say other wise. I have learned your ways sweetheart. Tonight it’s going to be a bit different.” Dazai says endearingly and she freezes a bit. “Tonight you are going to tell me exactly what you want. Exactly how you need me.” He bites down softly on her ear. “Ok…”

Dazai glares down at her, the intensity telling her there was no room for her to be stubborn. She must have understood how serious he was because she simply nodded and he moved his hand. “I’m going to taste you now sweetheart. I want you to cum on my tongue. Crave it…”

Y/N adorably bit her lip in anticipation and a bit of nerves. He could see her mind scolding her and telling her to be self conscious. He also saw her fighting against the thoughts as he lifted her shirt above her head. He studied her body taking in every delicate detail until she pouted. “What is it?” He teased and she huffed.

“Well taste me then…” Her voice desperately hummed and it made him clench his fist. “You said you would do what I wanted…” He felt a sharp pang in his chest. Dazai thought maybe it was his god-like ego being taken down a peg. If anyone else tried to order him around he would have snapped. But in this moment he wanted nothing more than to give in.

“Let me spoil you a while first. I promise you will enjoy it.” Dazai whispered, his voice a bit distant. He leaned over her and they simply gazed into each other's eyes. Others may deem him a god but he was a simple and pathetic worshiper when it came to the peculiar being under him. “Let me kiss away my sins…” He muttered softly. “Wash them away with your sweet sounds…”

He gasps when she pulls down his neck and kisses him deeply. So much was said between them at that moment without any words. Both of them cling to each other. As if they were each other's life boats in a dangerous sea. Neither one is ready to admit all the harm that has been done to them or from them. It was rare to live in the moment but when they were together they grasped it with fragile hearts.

With each halted breath and messy swipe of their tongues they spoke everything they couldn’t say out loud. Both of them assumed this was temporary. Used to things being taken from them. “Now…” She whispered softly… “taste me now…” He groaned his hands squeezing her hip to hear the sweet sound that escape her lips.

He bit her neck and sucked harshly, enjoying her nails digging into his shoulder. “That’s it, mark me up…” Dazai growled, licking the dark bruise he left himself on her thin skin. He lost it when she started grinding up into him. “I had no idea my baby could be so greedy… So impatient…”

“You don’t mind…” She says softly pushing his head lower he takes the opportunity to suck and lick on each of her nipples. Her body arches up into his. “Do you?” She tries to seem confident but under the slightly threatening tone he recognizes hesitation. As if he would punish her for her brazenness. He ignores the anger that bubbled up thinking about who made her doubt herself in such a way.

Dazai slowly traces one nipple with a finger while his tongue slowly drags along the other. Then looks up at her, her eyes waiting for his response, dilated with lust he could still see that she had not given into it. “Not at all… use me please…” He growls and she groans. Her hand then pushes his head down lower and he gladly leaves kisses down her stomach.

He smiles against her lower stomach as she gets more aggressive. He sticks out his tongue and lifts up her hips. Then runs it along her already wet folds. He feels her body loosen up and open wider for him. He felt a fondness creep up and he increased his pace, now sucking at her clit. “This is what you wanted right…” His voice sounded strange and unrecognizable.

“Yes… yes…” Again she shoves him back down and he gives in gladly to her physical demand. Eating her out as if he had been starving. He sighs when he feels her cum on his tongue. Her body relax and head falls back satisfied.

“That’s not all is it?” He asks as his finger slowly traces the outside as his thumb now teases her nub.

“No…” She breathed, she looked down and a fierceness was in her gaze. “More…” Dazai contained the urge to fuck her then and there. Instead he pushed his long finger deep inside her throbbing pussy enjoying the whine she let out.

“Yes ma’am…” He moaned and began thrusting up rubbing along her spongy walls. Trying to memorize the feeling. His tongue back to lick along the outside as she bucked against him. He watched as she rubbed her nipples. The sight was so lewd he felt his mind slipping at the sight. His pants felt painful now as his cock throbbed for attention.

“Mmm…” Dazai used his frustration as motivation to see her cum once again. It did not take long to feel her cunt pulsate and a sharp scream of pleasure echoed off the walls. “That expression… only for me… I love it….” He sounded crazed but she smiled for him. Her hands reach up to cup his face and drag him back for a sweet kiss.

“Fuck me…” She whispered against his lips and he smirked. He stood up and undressed. She did not take her stare from him and it was breathtaking.

“How do you want me and where?” He asked, a bit embarrassed by how needy he sounded. This made her giggle.

“You're so cute. Look how badly you want me…” She no longer holds doubt in that tone as she sauntered over to him. Standing a few inches apart her hand runs down from his neck, down his chest to his stomach. Then finally they wrap around his hard cock, her thumb caressing the precum and spreading it along his tip.

He doesn’t complain no matter how badly his instinct was telling him to pick her up and fuck her against the closest wall. “Your being so good for me Dazai…” Her smirk was pure evil but he loved it. She stops stroking him and he can’t help but growl. Then she takes his hand and laughs, pulling him out of the living room and into the bedroom.

When she lets go he stands in the middle of the room waiting. His whole body tense like a predator ready to attack at any minute. His eyes watching as his prey climbs onto his bed. Those big innocent eyes and pouting lips were the most enticing thing in the world.

He watches as she gets on all fours and arches her body for him. “Fuck me from behind. I love when your fingers dig into my hips…” He did not need to question her clear instructions. Without a second thought he almost ran to the bed. He pushes her back lower and she spread herself wider pressing her ass against his hips in anticipation. “You make me weak in so many ways…”

They both gasp as he slowly pushed in. Her moans were now unbridled and she did not hold back as he buried his dick balls deep. She tried not to move away even though he knew his large size was pressed against her cervix.

“Move!” she snarls animalistically and all consciousness is lost. He yanks her up by the base of her neck and kisses her sloppily. Then drops her back down roughly taking hold of her hips. Relentless he pounds into her and she praises him as her fingers desperately grasp his sheets.

The way her cunt sucked him in and the sounds of her wetness being pushed around was maddening. He wanted to say how she was his and that he belonged to her. To break her mind so much that she agrees to it. “Dazai… hah… Feels so good…” She cries out and he realizes she has just as much ownership over him. That she had somehow broken into his space. That he would follow her anywhere.

Her pussy squeezes his cock and his head falls back. As she comes undone knows he won’t last too much longer. His body spasms and he begins to pull out but she whimpers, “No inside…” He holds on to her tightly shoving as far as he could go and releases, a strangled moan escapes his lips as he tries to keep upright. Both of them were sweaty and heaving for air.

He misses the warmth when he removes himself from her and they groan. Dazai lays next to her and she turns her head to look at him. Both of them smile as he brushes hair out of her face. “I’m not done with you mister…” She laughs.

“Ooo yeah…” Dazai teases and she nods cutely. He wants to tell her that he loves her. That he wants to shield her from the world but give her the world all at once. But he doesn’t because he knows they are scared deep down. “Where and how?”

#dazai smut #dazai x you #smut #spicy fic #oneshot #anime fanfic #fanfiction #dazai x y/n #dazai angst #dazai osamu

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popp1nstaxr · 6 months

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༉‧₊˚. Vampire in love 🦇

Warnings: YeonJun is a vampire (obvious), Fem! reader, Dom! YeonJun, maybe yandere YeonJun (a little at the end), mentions of blood (not much really), NSFW, smutt, overstimulation and maybe a little degradation (Y/N calls stupid to YeonJun and YeonJun makes fun of she gently, but not cruel I guess)

My first language is not English, so I apologize in advance if there are any spelling or narration errors in the text.

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She let out a sigh, for some time now her neighbor had been making strange sounds at night... not that she wanted to accuse him of anything, but this was annoying and didn't let her sleep, and it was even worse when she left her apartment to seeing this same one greet him with a charming smile and then say "shall we go together, Y/N?", clearly she just smiled and politely denied.

I repeat, she didn't want to accuse him of anything, especially when he seemed to be so... perfect, he was athletic, thoughtful, kind, popular, attractive, and intelligent, why would he do something wrong? But of course, not all of us know what happens to people... anyway, there she was, looking at the moon through the window, it looked so big and luminous, it seemed that the dark sky gave it its shine and I let her be the protagonist of heaven... of course, all that ended when another knock was heard, the girl sighed and rolled her eyes, already tired.

"Up to here..." she thought to herself and she left her apartment to go to the next door <<202>> was the door number, she knocked three times and waited. The silence was heard on the other side, a silence so... great that it was even scary, a sepulchral silence, and then the door opened, revealing your black-haired neighbor smiling from ear to ear... ugh, that smile so bright and striking, perfect white teeth, and his... fangs were what stood out the most, this only increasing his attractiveness even more, and hell, having him so close to you made wheezing for a microsecond.

"Do you need something, Y/N? It's already late, I don't think you like having dark circles under his eyes tomorrow" he spoke confidently, joking with little, of course, I forgot to mention, he and you are classmates in calculus class, that's why seemed like a curse the fact that you always ran into him somehow, although perhaps, it could be destiny.

"No, it's just... is something wrong? I hear a lot of noise and as you say, I need to sleep, YeonJun" she spoke and the black-haired man nodded, understanding the situation "I'm sorry about that, doll, but don't worry, it's not nothing alone... it doesn't matter it's nothing." The brunette just nodded and when she was going to turn around to leave, YeonJun spoke again "But, it's a red moon, you should be careful with that... when that happens the vampires are more bloodthirsty, and who knows" and he did He made a gesture with his hands, raising them as if he really had no idea for nothing "maybe you are prey" and smiled innocently before closing the door.

The girl just laughed and rolled her eyes, amused, YeonJun always joked like that so she didn't give it any importance, "stupid.." she muttered to herself in amusement and headed to her own room.

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4:00 A.M.

And there she was awake in bed, why couldn't she sleep? No more noises were coming from the apartment next door, everything was just silence... just, silence, not even a dog barking in the street, or a bat over there screeching, no, nothing, there was only silence, you had never felt a night as long as this and it was definitely a nuisance and at the moment that you thought—rather, you considered—that you had gone deaf was when a noise was heard, a sigh... a damn sigh and to top it off in your room, The girl stayed completely still, her ears becoming sharper to pick up any unusual sounds in your room and then you felt a breath on your neck "oh god, but what the hell is happening?" you asked yourself and felt The touch of something icy on your warm skin, it looked like two somewhat thick, very icy needles, you swallowed, nervous.

"I-Is there anyone there?" the silliest question, clearly no one was going to answer but fear did not make you think clearly and some hands, large and icy, took your waist, suddenly you felt a weight on top of you, someone who placed himself perfectly between your legs, someone who He made your hip fit perfectly with the other person's, his hands made your hip rise a little and your pelvis rise, rubbing your intimacy with that of the other person.

"But what the hell?" you thought, you were going to speak but someone came forward and placed their index finger in your mouth, making you shut up "Shh... okay, I know this may be strange and illogical, but it's the moon of blood, I need to be able to have some bond with someone and that person... it has been you. You don't understand it now, but soon you will, just trust me" Again, you were going to speak, denying you, you didn't want anything to see to do with, whatever this was and it was then that smile you would recognize anywhere, and the little light of the moon allowed it to be seen perfectly.

"YeonJun..." you whispered quite surprised, he caressed your cheek with his thumb, and he slowly moved on to caress your lips "I promise to explain everything to you later, but it's hard for me if you keep pushing me away" his voice was suddenly so sweet, and of course I was right, he always seemed to be kind and want to get closer to you but what were you doing? ignore him or push him away with clumsy excuses or polite rejections.

You decided to believe him, was that decision very clumsy? Yes, but the truth is, you were a little curious.

He seemed to smile even more "The eclipse is just beginning, in 30 minutes it should be a blood moon as it will be a total eclipse... by that time I need you and I to be united" You nodded, and really you didn't understand anything but he seemed to know what he was about talking.

And that was when you felt his lips go to your neck, leaving soft and wet kisses there, his fangs grazing your skin only made you let out a shameful sigh, he smiled into your skin at this and took more confidence to raise your pelvis even further, taking your waist with some force while his lips devoured your neck, licking, biting (careful not to draw blood, but enough to leave marks from his fangs there) and kissing it, he released you carefully, letting you rest on the bed. and he was still on top of you, he found a way to get his hands under your pajama top, his icy skin contrasted with your warm skin making you sigh once again, pushing your shirt up until he took it off, internally enjoying the fact that you weren't wearing a bra. to sleep and with one of your hands he played with your nipples, while he slowly directed his mouth to the other nipple, beginning to carefully suck that area, sucking equally, while his free hand went down to your pajama pants, lowering them little by little, he was stimulating you and he did it so well.

Once he finished with your breasts, he made sure that your pajama pants would not be in the way and then he took one of his hands to your intimacy and rubbed two of his fingers over the underwear, moving them in circles, he could feel your humidity above them, making him laugh softly.

"Don't you get excited very quickly..?" He scoffed a little and licked his lips in amusement, continuing to stimulate.

"S-Shut up" you spoke, somewhat embarrassed and he let out a soft laugh, before lowering your underwear and leaving you completely exposed, she brought her face close to your intimacy and licked it, taking all that natural lubricant and tasting her lips thereafter, and then Without prior notice, put two fingers in there, penetrating with them.

He stayed like that for several minutes, stimulating you until... "m-I'm going to cum" you moaned and he smiled, removing his fingers immediately, you whimpered at this.

But he stood up from you, and began to remove his own clothes to return to bed with you, climbing on top again and aligning his hips. "Take a breath, honey, it's a big for you..." he murmured, his voice huskier. and you obeyed, when he shoved his cock inside you, their hips lining up in a way so perfectly pleasurable that it seemed like they were made for each other.

He was enchanted, by your body, your sounds, your smile, your personality... he loved everything about you, every inch and he definitely couldn't hide it anymore on this special eclipse night when the vampires had already chosen their partner forever, and of course you had YeonJun fall in love for you...

The point of the total eclipse arrived, the red light of the moon illuminated the room a little and darkened other parts, YeonJun's fangs stung, and with each movement and clash of their bodies, he only wanted to mark you more, he licked his lips and without stopping his movements he approached your neck, licked it, left a couple of kisses and munch, bit you, this time, making sure that the fangs penetrate the skin and draw blood, although he wouldn't take it, he wanted the mark to be durable.

He licked the traces of blood from his neck and smiled as he heard you cum, he had done it, finally, you were completely his.

#txt #txt fanfic #txt au #txt imagines #yeonjun smut #yeonjun x reader #txt yeonjun #choi yeonjun #yeonjun #choi yeonjun x reader #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun scenarios #yeonjun smau

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swimmingismywholelife · 7 months

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Need You to Know

Summary: Christian helps you reflect on the person you used to be.

Warnings: Mentions of heartbreak, angst but with a more hopeful ending than I usually have LMFAO, a tiny bit of fluff if you squint

A/N: Dedicated to the Janelle of the past. I know your heart hurts, but I promise you things are going to be okay. Just hang in there.

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"Baby? Is everything okay?" your boyfriend asked you.

The two of you had been laying in bed for a while like you usually did, but you were unusually quiet. While Christian was used to you being quiet as you read your book before going to sleep, he could sense something was off about the atmosphere.

"Just thinking," you said setting your book to the side. You settled into Christian's arms, resting your head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat.

"Anything you wanna talk about?" he asked, stroking your hair.

"One of the scenes in my book just reminded me of how heartbroken I was before I met you. And it kinda just resurfaced old feelings I guess," you answered softly.

"In a bad way?"

"I'm not too sure to be honest," you sighed. "On one hand, I wish I could go back in time and hold that heartbroken girl. On the other, I know she needs to go through this in order to reach something better. I just feel a bit…strange."

Christian gently kissed the top of your head, holding you closer to him.

"But what I do know is that the pain was worth it in the end," you said, tracing your hand along Christian's chest.

"And why is that, baby?"

"Because I met you. And if I needed to get my heart broken in order to meet you, I would do it all over again because I know it leads to you in the end," you answered, feeling the tears start to form in your eyes.

"I'm so fucking grateful to have met you, Chris. I don't know where I'd be without you."

"Oh baby, don't cry. I'm right here okay?" he said worried, taking his hand to wipe the tears that had begun to fall.

"I know. I'm just so lucky that you were there at the end of such a horrible time in my life. I honestly don't know how I got through it all and to have someone like you waiting at the end of it all…." your words trailed as you held him tighter, tears falling faster.

"Baby, you made it through because you're strong. You didn't need me to get you out of that place. You did it yourself with the support of people who love you. But it was you who found me. It was you who put in the work to get through the dark times even when it felt like there was no light. It was you who allowed your heart to heal enough to find love again," he whispered into your ear.

"The you of the past would be so proud to know that she made it through and became this incredible woman I'm lucky to call the love of my life. And you know, one day she'll understand she got her heart broken to find herself again, and that's what led her to true happiness."

You sniffled, trying to take deep breaths to calm yourself down.

"I love you Christian," you said, kissing his chest gently.

"I love you baby. More than you even know," he said. "And one day, that girl will know there's someone out there who loves her the same way she loves the world."

You eventually fell asleep in Christian's arms, your heart feeling content. While the feelings lingered for a bit, you knew that you were right where you needed to be. And despite what happened in your past, it made living in your present that much more worth it.

Christian left for training in the morning with a kiss to your forehead, whispering how much he loved you and how proud of you he was.

And so you decided to write a letter to your past self. To let her know that the message she was screaming out was heard by someone. That you were proud of her for getting through. And that one day she would be proud of herself too.

To the Girl Who Got Her Heart Broken,

I know it hurts. I know you wanted this more than anything. I know you genuinely believe he's it for you. And now it's over and it feels like your world is ending.

I remember the feeling of it all. Being alone. Feeling like you can't help yourself. That the only person who could make things better was the one who broke it in the first place. I wish I could take away your pain and help you through it. I wish I could be there with you, holding you as you cry for the next few months. That was the worst part honestly. Having everything on a constant loop wondering where it went wrong and what you could've done differently to make him stay.

I want you to know that you're not alone. I want you to know that things get better after they get worse. You're gonna be in pain for a while I'm afraid. There's nothing I can do about that. But the pain will eventually subside to a dull ache. Something that doesn't live in your head the way it does for you right now. And you'll be able to finally be happy again.

Sometimes I'm afraid that I'll end up right back to where you are. That we fought so hard to grow and change after he left but it was in vain. But the one, the real one, reminds us otherwise. I promise you all the pain will be worth it when you finally meet Christian, the man who taught you how to love again. The man who accepts you despite all of your flaws. And the man who makes you a better person every day. Christian is everything you could've asked for and more.

One day you'll realize that it's time to let go of what could've been and start focusing on what could and will be. You don't understand that yet, and that's okay. Let yourself grieve. Let yourself be sad. Let yourself feel instead of trying to feel numb all the time.

And so I'll be right here waiting for you when you're ready to heal. Keep your head up because everything will be okay.

All the Love,

Y/N

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#christian pulisic #christian pulisic angst #christian pulisic fluff #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic fanfic #christian pulisic one shot #swimmingismywholelife

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sea-owl · 2 months

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@amybonehouse you might appreciate this

Set in the what if gothic featheringtons au / portia addams au

First post found here

Portia comes over to see Violet in a yellow dress and Edmund in a yellow cravat and vest.

Portia: Oh no! My dear friends who are you in mourning for? I can summon their spirit!

Edmund and Violet: Our monogamy

I still maintain the fact that any au I write regarding the Edmund x Violet x Portia ship the first to fall is Violet. Violet has always come off to me as someone who falls in love fast. Sometimes, she doesn't even know it. That doesn't mean her love isn't true or fickel, she had a more loving upbringing than most, so she doesn't really have that many hang-ups about it.

So Violet falls first, and it shocks her to her core when she has the realization. Not that she fell for another woman, no she's had thoughts about men and women all the time, before Anthony came along her and Edmund used to admire pretty girls together. No what shocks her is that it's her friend, and they're both married. Violet is still happily in love with her husband and Portia . . .well she's not in love per say. But she finds joy in finding new ways to scare her husband. Violet also puzzles because while she is having new feelings for Portia, the ones for Edmund haven't dimmed in the slightest.

Violet consults with Lady Danbury, while not fully telling her, she kind of hints at it.

Lady Danbury rolled her eyes. "That is not unusual girl. Look at all the remarried widows and widowers who still love their first spouse yet also loves the second. Just because it's happening at the same time for you does not mean it's impossible."

Violet blushed, she didn't say it was her having the feelings. Oh well, guess she can't get anything past Lady Danbury.

Violet concluded the next step was to talk to Edmund. But before she could she caught herself and her husband staring a second too long at Portia's chest in her tight black dress. Edmund was shocked at himself when he realized, Violet was relieved her husband also was looking. They can stare respectfully together.

They never did anything while Lord Featherington was still alive because they would never dare to put Portia in a scandalous situation like that. For one she is there friend, and two despite how eccentric the Spanish woman is they're not quiet sure she go for something like that.

Then came the death of Lord Featherington, and Portia said fuck this place I'm going home. Portia packed up herself and her daughters and made sure the Featherington estate could self run with minor need for her oversight before returning to Spain. But she did leave her two friends a set of arras, 13 coins each, made out of silver.

"Keep this as a promise," she told them.

After that the feelings cooled and they honest to god thought they were back to feelings of friendship. It's not like they're completely cut off from their friend she still sends letters.

They were wrong.

Featherington House sat empty for years but then one day servants were spotted opening it up. Whispers began to travel about the creepy family who used to live there who haunted the ton.

Edmund and Violet were having tea and watching some of the servants move about across the street. All of them carried black curtains and dark wooded furniture.

"It's strange, the ton whispers as if a ghost has moved in," Violet commented. Edmund hummed in agreement as he sipped his tea.

"Well wouldn't that be fun if a ghost did move in!"

Edmund choked on his tea, Violet's heart sped up.

Portia smiled at them from the doorway. "Sadly we are not so lucky."

A woman popped up behind from Portia. She was dressed in a dark purple jewel toned dress. "Just us with 12 children."

Edmund and Violet glanced at one another. Uh who was this?

#yeah portia did know they loved her #she loved them too but had more going on she had to deal with #so she made a promise with the coins #from what i can gather the arras have been exvhanged between brides and grooms in spain for a while now #bridgerton #what if gothic featheringtons au #edmund x violet x portia #edmund/violet/portia #gothic featheringtons

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jina1028 · 5 days

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Perfect

Jiung x fem!reader

Categories: chubby reader, smut, kissing, making out, oral (fem rec), fingering, hair pulling, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do it irl), creampie, cuddling, tell me if I missed anything

~♡~

Today your self esteem was the lowest it had been in months. The guy you met from an app ghosted you after the first date and posted a few new pics on his instagram with another girl just a week later.

It's not like you really hated your looks, most of the time you thought you looked pretty... But then a random, rude comment on the socials under some girl's pic or, like in this case, the boy you liked started dating a pretty, skinny girl after ignoring you for a whole week, things like these made you think that maybe girls like you weren't what men usually wanted.

You had been sulking the whole evening and finally Jiung paused the series you were watching on netflix (the main character a beautiful, skinny girl, how strange).

"Okay, this is the third time you ignore my comments on the show, I can tell something's on your mind and you're not paying attention at all. What is it, Y/N?"

You looked in his direction, taken aback by the sudden interruption of your train of thoughts, and felt like a scolded child under an angry parent's gaze. But Jiung's gaze was somehow softer, like he was genuinely concerned.

You sighed, shifting beside your best friend on the couch "Nothing, I guess I'm just bitter about that dude who ghosted me. He has another girl now. She's pretty. And skinny."

Jiung looked at you like he was pained, his eyebrows knitted and a pout on his lips. He looked like he was about to say something but you cut him off before he could even speak "Yeah, I know what you wanna say, you already told me... I don't think I'm ugly, really, but seems like everyone else does think that. Just because I'm chubby."

Jiung listened to your small rant in silence, and looked at you like he was struggling to find the words to say. It was so unusual for him to not scold you and start a sermon about self love or finding happiness within yourself and such philosophical things (which you loved him for to be honest) that you started to worry if he was just tired of your complaining.

"He's an idiot" he finally said "and by the way it's important that you don't actually think you're ugly, because you're not. You're beautiful."

You didn't know why but that last comment made you feel warm, maybe you were even blushing?

"A lot of men, if that's even important to you, like chubby girls" he continued, filling in your silence "I know I do."

You looked at him, not knowing what to say. The atmosphere was different than usual, like something switched.

Jiung was looking back at you with unusually dark eyes, shifting closer to you, a hand coming up to place a strand of hair behind your ear.

You felt like he was pulling to him like a magnet, his hand now resting and stroking lovingly on your cheek, inching closer to your lips the more you leaned in his touch.

His thumb grazed your bottom lip, pulling it slightly. A slight blush graced his cheeks when he found himself staring and struggling to hold back, all this time having this huge crush on you but being too scared to act on it. But now he was tired to hide it, when he loved you more than a simple friend, when you looked perfect in his eyes.

"Can I?" you barely caught it, Jiung asking for permission in a whisper.

"Yes" your own voice barely audible, and that's all Jiung needed.

He pressed your lips together, moving them slowly, like all the time in the world was yours, caressing your lips with his tongue and sliding it in to play with yours, occasionally pulling back to slightly suck at your lips and attack you again with his tongue. His kiss felt passionate and dominant, his hand caressing your nape, adding to the hot feeling that was building up inside of you.

You couldn't help but moan into the kiss, Jiung feeling proud of the sound he gained from you just by kissing. He moved his other hand down your back, resting it right above your butt and squeezed, wanting to feel your plush skin between his fingers and hear more of your pretty sounds.

When he heard you release another little moan he reluctantly broke the kiss and gently pushed you on your back, straddling one of your legs and slotting his right knee between your soft thighs, sultry eyes and a smile adorning his pretty face.

Jiung resumed your passionate kiss, using his left arm as support and letting his other hand wander on your body, caressing your neck and moving lower to your breast, groping and slightly squeezing, then lower to your hips and left thigh, roughly grabbing the soft flesh through your sweats and kneading with his greedy hand. His knee occasionally pressed up against you core, causing the nice friction to make you hiss and mewl.

"You don't know how much I've wanted this, how long..." his deep voice laced with arousal directly in your ear, his lips now grazing your ear, down your jaw and neck, kissing, sucking and softly biting, bringing shivers and goosebumps to your skin, a whimper leaving your lips when his own found and sucked a sensitive spot on your neck. He kept abusing that spot, earning moan after moan, until he was satisfied with his art, all the while his hand moved to the inside of your left thigh, reaching your core and massaging your clothed lips and clit. He could tell how wet you were by the smooth friction the slick in your panties created and couldn't help but groan, impatient to see and feel your warmth and wetness directly on his skin, his fingers, his mouth, his cock.

Jiung kneeled back up above you to remove his shirt. You admired his face, torso and tattoos, your gaze finally laying on the obvious tent in his pants.

He followed your eyes and smirked "Like what you see?", pointing out his words with a gentle squeeze on his shaft through his pants. You nodded, humming approvingly, leaning back up on your elbows and reaching out your hands, resting them on the waistband.

You looked up at Jiung, a smile on his face encouraging you as you pulled his pants and boxers down enough to free his member. You felt your face heat up at the sight, it was gorgeous, big and veiny, a pearl of precum shining on the pink tip.

"Now don't make me feel shy and strip down" Jiung pouted, making you chuckle a little.

Soon enough he was pulling you up and helping you remove your shirt and sweats, admiring your curves while you stood in front of him, eyes sparkling "You're beautiful..."

Jiung sat back down on the couch and brought his hands on your hips, slowly pulling on your panties, looking up at you with expectant eyes "Is this ok?"

"Yeah, I want it as much as you do, Jiung."

He smiled and shook his head "You really have no idea the effect you have on me... Every time you hug me, every time you bend over to do something, every time you dress up in revealing clothes..." he kept talking while slowly pulling down your panties "Call me a pervert, I don't care, but every fucking time I popped a boner to the most random things and had to hide it or go and take care of it... That's what you do to me."

You stepped out of your panties "Maybe you're really a pervert... But I love this new side of you, show me more."

And so he took the challenge, grabbing your left leg and lifting it to rest your foot on the couch. He placed wet kisses from the inner side of your knee up your thigh and to your core, finding your clit and swirling his tongue on it making you moan and grab his soft hair. He tilted his face enough to make eye contact with you while his right hand slid between your wet folds to tease your entrance.

You bit your lips as he finally slipped a finger inside, the extra stimulation heightening your pleasure.

Jiung alternated harsh sucks and soft licks, adding a second finger to curl and thrust, hitting the right spot over and over, reducing you to a whining mess "I'm gonna-" you moaned as your orgasm washed over you, pulling at his hair while rocking your hips against his face to ride it out. A moan reverberated on your clit as he kept gently sucking on it until you forced him away when it became overwhelming.

You admired his state, nose, lips and chin glistening in a mix of his saliva and your arousal, harsh pants leaving his lips. He took his fingers from your pussy to bring them to his mouth and lick them clean, the sight so erotic you could come again right away.

You pushed him against the back of the couch and straddled him, taking his neglected cock in your hand and pumping it a few times, spreading his precum on the length before aligning it with your entrance, sinking down on it easily from how wet you were.

Jiung threw his head back with a groan, eyes closed, as you started gyrating your hips on his, his hands flying to your butt, squeezing and helping you move faster.

He felt like he was living a dream, and if it was he didn't wanna wake up.

"So wet, feels so good... Keep going like that..." Jiung moaned, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, his eyes getting glossy and drool starting to pool at the corner of his lips, pulling up his head from the cushions to focus his gaze on the way your hips rolled on him, trying to see the way your pussy engulfed him when you started bouncing, his hands aiding you in your task, helping you lift up and letting you fall back down.

Your moans and grunts filled the room together with obscenely wet sounds and skin slapping on skin until Jiung, in a flicker of lucidity, warned you he was gonna cum.

"Cum inside, fill me up" you moaned, surprising Jiung, a smile tugging at his lips before he fucked you from below pressing his feet to the floor. The unexpected force and new angle pushed you over the edge again and your walls spasmed hard around Jiung's cock, making him moan and cum inside of you, painting your walls white, both your hips stuttering at the intense pleasure.

You kept going until you milked him dry and he grabbed your hips to still you on top of him, cock too sensitive from the orgasm, wrapping his arms around you to push you against his chest and resting a few moments like that, breaths and hearts gradually slowing down, your hands resting on his shoulders while he softly traced his fingers on your back for what felt like hours and it still wouldn't be enough.

Eventually, Jiung took your face in his hands and kissed you tenderly.

"You're perfect" he whispered, a content smile on both your faces.

"No one is perfect" you replied just to tease him.

"True" he countered, kissing your nose, "but you're quite close."

#kpop smut #smut #fanfic #p1harmony smut #jiung smut #chubby reader #jiung x reader #p1h smut

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jinnis-stuff · 9 months

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HUMAN DAUGHTER OF MUZAN (Y/n) WHO DEVELOPED CLOSE RELATIONSHIP AND SPEND TIME WITH THE UPPER MOONS+RUI

Daki Edition:

Gyutaro Edition

(This is like a part two of Daki Edition)

The first time (Y/n) and Gyutaro interacted, (Y/n) was left alone in the bedroom for a bit, while Daki was occupied with her oiran duties.

Gyutaro has always been interested in the young girl and wondered how she could possibly get along with his sister Daki. One time, while they were alone in a room together, Gyutaro grabbed the chance to speak with (Y/N) so he came up to her.

"Oi kid" he called. (Y/N) turned away and smiled "Hello! You're Daki-san's big brother right?" she cheered. "That's right" he replied.

Gyutaro was interrupted before he could wrap up his sentence by "You're cool" (Y/n) interrupted. "What did you just say?!" he asked. "I said your cool" she cheered.

"Do you mean that? You think this face is cool? All I see in this reflection is a hideous beast ready to annihilate anything in its path, a mindless killer, a beast. I guess humans could see such a terrible creature as cool"

"Who said that you're hideous? They are hideous" (Y/n) pouted.

"You’re quite persistent about this, my appearance is not cool it’s a monstrous demon. And whoever said I was hideous was simply stating the truth, I’ve been called that a multitude of times, and for a while I’ve stopped caring about my appearance, my appearance means absolutely nothing in my eyes. But you saying I was cool took me a back a little…"

"That's not true at all. I don't believe them" He can now understand Daki's fondness for her. She is so cheerful and positive, like a ball of sunshine. Given that he is a demon and cannot enter sunlight, she acts as the light in his life.

"You’re being kind, it’s so unusual for a human to be kind to a demon like myself. You haven’t said anything bad about me, you say I’m cool. Your kindness is unusual, and I appreciate that, it’s not quite often that I get treated with kindness." (Y/n) just smiled and giggled as a response.

"Is it okay if I touch your scars?" she requested." If you would like, I haven’t ever had anyone treat me so kindly, it’s not every day a human is kind to a demon. You have my permission to touch my scars." he permitted.

"You’re calling some scars beautiful? I guess you have some strange tastes. I’m surprised you think scars can even be beautiful, I mean they’re just marks of my past battles, and I guess you find that beautiful?" he wondered.

"Past battles? That means you should be more proud of your scars since it's like a medal of hard work and strength from those battles. Don't you think? Whoever said you or you're scars are hideous should die and go to hell" she replied.

Gyutaro smiled and patted her head "I see, you think my scars are something to be proud of? I’ve never looked at it that way, maybe you’re right, I should be proud of my scars, a medal of hard work and strength gained from my past battles. You’re very wise, you should be proud of that. Thank you little Kibutsuji"

Along with that, (Y/N) exposed to Gyutaro her huge scar on her arm hidden by her kimono sleeves. She revealed that her abusive human father was the reason she received them.

It was the kindest and most understanding treatment he had ever received from a human being. Given that they both share the experience of having been harmed by a human, they are not just similar but also have a connection.

Since (Y/n) enjoys hugging the people she loves, she was unable to resist giving him a bear hug and giggled.

"No one hugs me, humans usually stay far away from me, they show disgust when they see a demon such as myself. But, you’re different, you see the good in me, you see me and do not think of a hideous demon, you show kindness to me, even after you learn of what I’ve done. And for that… I cannot thank you enough"

"No need to thank me. I just like warm hugs" she mumbled. "I'll give more hugs if you want" she smiled and giggled once more. "Yes, I would enjoy more hugs in the future, I’ve never really gotten hugs before so this is a new experience for me, you’ve made a first for me today and I’m grateful for it" (Y/n) snuggled more into him.

He is uncertain of how to explain it, however it is soothing. It feels quite warm and cozy. "You must be so attached to me to be cuddling like this already"

Since then, Daki and Gyutaro had spent a lot of time with (Y/n), occasionally they pay her a visit in the infinity castle, but more frequently (Y/n) is the one who stops by them in the Entertainment District. The siblings enjoy being around her and seeing her smile.

"Daki-san, Gyutaro-san" (Y/n) called. "Yes?" they both raised their eyebrow waiting for her next line. "Always take care of each other okay?" siblings exchanged glances before Daki responded "Will that makes you happy?"

(Y/n) nodded. "Also, I want you to be happy too so please promise me?" she pleaded. "Of course our little Kibutsuji. That's a promise" Gyutaro agreed.

"Thank you!! Group hug please" (Y/n) requested which both of the siblings granted. As soon as Daki and Gyutaro hugged the little girl, they couldn't help but smile and treasure the moment with each other.

At one point, Daki uttered an appeal as (Y/N) snoring off peacefully. "Onii-chan, I want to protect her and risk my life to protect her. Not just because she's the daughter of Muzan-sama, but because she deserves it"

Gyutaro nodded. "Let's do that. I won't let anything or anyone take her innocence and precious smile away" he smiled gently and the child's her sleeping figure.

#anime fanfic #demon slayer #demon slayer muzan #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #muzan x you #kny daki #daki demon slayer #gyutaro #upper moons #lord muzan #fluff #demon slayer fluff

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cloveroctobers · 7 months

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OCTOBER PROMPTS 🎃 — 2. Willie Jack

A/N: okay y’all lured me in to write anotha one about our girl! Can’t believe the show is over, idk why I expected at least 4-6 seasons smh. Show will be missed and I’m open to seeing where the cast further take their careers fr. I’m not speaking on that supposed relationship between two certain characters because it wasn’t really executed to me while watching? We all know if there was going to be a relationship between the teens who it really should have focused on. So whatever they hinted at this time doesn’t actually exist and it’s not canon to me! Anyways, would definitely recommend a rewatch for myself lol.

WARNINGS: language + awkwardness when it comes to crushes?

PROMPTS are from here + I’m using: blackberry picking, “do you want some hot chocolate?” and “I don’t like scary movies.” “I’ll keep you safe.”

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Willie Jack is still in disbelief that she’s back.

Well…not really back she thought. Mika was simply visiting temporarily from Nebraska—of all fucken places!!! which she moved to with her house full of family a few years back. She didn’t get the chance to visit much (at least Elora did being a whole college student and shit) but it seemed like she kept up with mostly everybody else, except for Willie Jack who was still being closed off with Mika’s departure.

“What’s up with you? Why aren’t you over there chopping it up with Mika? You know she’s outta here on Sunday right?” Bear says from beside Willie Jack, who quickly turns her attention back to her friend on the field.

Willie Jack shrugs, “don’t be in my business bro.”

“Yeah Cheese is right, you’re vibe is giving preternaturalness.”

Immediately Willie Jack jerks her head back with a frown, “fuck did you just call me?”

“I don’t know but i know it fits.” Bear grins at Willie Jack, slapping his hands down on her shoulders before leaving her at the plants to join the rest.

Yes it was unusual for Willie Jack to ever distance herself from her friends. She was a social butterfly amongst her friends majority of the time but having Mika back after all this time made her feel off and that’s something she hardly allows herself to feel.

“Sup,” another familiar voice catches Willie Jack off guard from behind the shrubs, her fists going up ready to defend herself but she realizes it’s just Elora staring at her strangely.

Elora lifts her chin, “what’s up with you?”

“I really wish everyone would stop saying that shit to me. I’m cool, having a grand time with my buddy, bart the blackberry tree.” Willie Jack is waving her hands at the dark fruit.

Elora stares hard at her friend before flicking her eyes off to the group where Mika has her head thrown back in laughter at something Jackie says.

Which also doesn’t sit right with Willie Jack.

“Jackie ain’t funny, so fuck is she laughing at?” Willie Jack mutters making Elora slowly nod her head and cross her arms as she gets closer to the girl.

Elora states, “Mika’s still that giggly person we’ve always known and love. That hasn’t changed.”

“Yo, You’re supposed to be on my side here.”

“Why does there need to be sides when it comes to Mika, she’s our homie no?”

Willie Jack rolls her eyes and says nothing more at that. She did consider Mika a friend once upon a time and it’s not like she didn’t consider her as such but things did change the night that she left. And Willie Jack never told anyone about it and still wasn’t sure how she felt.

“I guess but like…it’s different now.”

“But why?” Elora pressed, “to me it seems like you’re the one making it an issue when it didn’t seem like she had a problem since she hugged you when we met up earlier.”

Willie Jack messes with her beaded earrings now, briefly thinking about that encounter hours ago. Mika was all deep dimple smiles and although Willie Jack was the last person she hugged, Mika still acknowledged her like they haven’t stopped talking.

“If I tell you, you got to promise me you won’t make it a big deal.”

Elora nods, “okay…go on.”

Willie jack looks around to make sure everyone is still out of ear shot, she scratches at the back of her neck in nervousness. She’s been holding onto this for so long now and she knows there’ll be some relief telling somebody about what went down.

“Alright so I’m just gonna come right out with it,” Willie Jack exhales, “the night Mika left to shitty Nebraska…she came over to the crib and we were out in my backyard having a bit of a heart to heart you know? And she kissed me, bro.”

“What?!” Elora yells gaining the attention of everyone and Willie Jack goes to slam her hands on top of her cap covered hair in embarrassment.

Willie Jack glares at Elora who covers her mouth trying to hide her laughs, leaving Willie Jack to turn to Jackie, Bear, cheese, and of course Mika. She gives them a commercialized thumbs up before turning back to Elora, yanking on her shoulders to shove her further away between the shrubs.

“Fuck did I just say,” Willie Jack hisses at Elora who’s grinning at the younger girl now after stumbling a bit, “you’re the one making it worse now.”

Elora rolls her eyes, “please, they have no clue what we’re even talking about.”

“Maybe not or maybe! with you sounding like a fucken surround sound.”

Elora chuckles, “my bad, bro. But this explains so much!”

“Does it?”

“Yeah! she’s been asking me about you whenever we catch up with me at school and her all the way in Nebraska.” Elora informs Willie Jack who lifts her brows at bit at the news until Elora then sighs, “I was the only one that figured out that something went on without her really saying anything about it.”

“Wait…Mika’s asked about me?” Willie Jack is rocking on her toes now and Elora sends her a knowing smile.

“Uh yeah bro, it’s not like she ever forgot about you. You’re the one who stopped sending letters and picking up the phone.”

Willie Jack lifts her chin inquiring, “How you know that?”

“Mika told me, shit ass!” Elora lightly shoves Willie Jack’s shoulders.

“So…I’ve been a shit ass all this time when Mika’s been worried about me?”

Willie Jack’s never been the type of friend to just leave you hanging. If there was a issue, she would be quick to tell you to, “not be like that!” Wanting to figure it out, even if it was only keeping each other company until you were ready to speak on it. However with Mika, things change and she wasn’t sure if it was for the better.

“Well…I wouldn’t say worried but she cares and I don’t think she ever stopped being your friend, you’re the one who stopped.”

“I didn’t mean to.” Willie Jack feels the weight of that statement and she didn’t enjoy the sinking feeling in her tummy right now.

“Then fix it.” Elora orders, “Stop hovering in the corner by yourself like a fucken weirdo and just talk to her! So maybe you guys can be something if that’s what y’all want.”

Willie Jack scowls, “who said all that? I still don’t even know how I feel about it all. It happened forever ago anyways. Maybe she forgot? Plus she could be seeing somebody and we live hours away now so I doubt that will ever work.”

“Stop doubting yourself and you won’t know unless you try.”

Plus they could always look at Elora as a prime example. Although she wasn’t that far away from Okern, Elora still put in the effort to still be around now that their lives were slowly but surely changing.

“…Mvto, Elora.”

“Don’t mention it,” Elora pushes Willie Jack’s shoulder, “can’t believe you’re growing up on me, making out and shit.”

“Ah, yeah, shut up.”

“Let’s go!”

“Alright man, don’t rush me! Let me get my thoughts together first.”

“If you think too much, you’re gonna fuck it up…more than you already have.”

“Wow, it’s like that?

“Yeah, kinda.” Elora snickers.

Elora ends up leaving Willie Jack for a few moments to gather herself, gradually directing the rest away from Mika as she sees Willie Jack making her way over.

She’s swinging her hands behind her back awkwardly as the crisp air blows. Mika’s dressed in a jet black off the shoulder baggy sweater paired with a patterned pleated skirt, ripped up stockings, and gummy bear earrings.

She’s gorgeous and it’s not fair.

“How much blackberries you think you got?” Willie Jack starts from behind Mika, who’s on her tippy toes.

She sets back down, tossing some into a picnic basket she brought along, which Bear and Jackie teased her about but she shrugged it off with a smile and middle finger.

“You know…I was trash at probability in school right?” Mika’s sunset eyes glance at Willie Jack over her shoulder, “I never guessed right or got the prizes and it definitely pissed me off to no end.”

Willie Jack leans forward, peeking at her basket but Mika playfully steps in front of it, “I’m not sharing.”

“What?” Willie Jack blows a raspberry, “I’m sure I got more than you back in my own stash. These hands are the quickest ones here.”

Mika stares off at the spot Willie Jack was once at and dips her head, almost pointing, “are you faster than a Prairie dog?”

Willie Jack whips around, locating the chunky animal running off with her sack of blackberries. “Hey you oversized chicken nugget, that shit ain’t yours!”

The animal stops in the middle on its run, dropping the bag to bare its teeth at Willie Jack who jumps back with her hands raised in the air, leaving the dog to pick the sack up with its teeth and carry on its way.

“Even the fucken animals tryin’ to tear a hard working woman down, that ain’t right! Imma tell the ancestors about your bullshit too!” Willie Jack yells as the prairie dog continues fleeing.

Mika’s laughing before softly placing her hands on Willie Jack’s shoulders, “I think that was his way of telling me to share, although you’re the one who ghosted me.”

“Don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.” Willie Jack is poking her lips out.

Mika gives the long haired girl a look before turning to put her basket on her wrist, leading the way through the rows of blackberry shrubs.

Letting out a long sigh Mika replies, “the dogs never told me you ended up with amnesia.”

“I don’t think I have that,” Willie Jack said walking beside her, “…I just don’t want to make it awkward for you.”

Mika glances at the braided girl, “For me or for you? I don’t have any regrets if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“…are we talking about the same thing? The thing that happened a couple years ago in my backyard?”

“Oh you mean: me kissing you and you kissing me back?”

“Is that how it went?” Willie Jack’s eyes were in slits now.

Mika laughs, “hell yeah, shit ass and I didn’t forget! I couldn’t, which is why I wrote to you.”

“But you never brought it up?”

“I couldn’t get the best read on you when it happened. I knew you were caught off guard but…did you like it?”

Willie Jack stares at the floor, twisting her lips around in thought. How it felt to have Mika’s always covered bracelet arms locked softly around her shoulders, and her natural scent of patchouli, apples, and brown sugar was already intoxicating before she even put her lips on Willie Jack’s. Of course she was caught off guard with Mika taking the lead, Mika’s focus only on Willie Jack’s lips as she stopped thinking about it and just did it. There was only one chance and she waited a long time to take it so why not go forth with the risk?

“I mean…I didn’t not like it.” Willie Jack peeks at Mika who nods with a small smile, “it’s just shitty that you pulled that that same night you were leaving though. Didn’t really have a chance to talk about it or process it really.”

Mika understands that, “sorry about that, the not talking about it but not the actual kissing part. guess I kinda had to process myself…since I been wanted to kiss you but I did panic when you didn’t say much after.”

“It was something…but a good something.” Willie jack bumps her shoulder with the girl who smirks at her.

Soon they’re walking in silence, fingertips brushing against each others as the make their way back to Elora’s car where everyone else is standing near it talking themselves.

“Hey guys!” Cheese waves, “we’re gonna have enough berries to last us to new years!”

Willie Jack announces, “I got the most though!”

“Where?” Jackie asks.

Willie Jack kisses her teeth, “fucken prairie—it doesn’t matter, I just do and you’ll have to take my word for it.”

“I’d rather not.”

Willie jack rolls her eyes.

Elora laughs as she gazes at Mika and Willie Jack, “you two ready to go? It’s getting dark and we got a hour drive back home.”

Her eyes meet Willie Jack’s silently hinting that she hoped they got somewhere with their talk but Wille Jack just shrugs her shoulders.

“I’ll help if you get tired, Elora.” Mika speaks up.

Willie Jack raises her brows, “you got a license?”

Mika was a year older than Willie Jack.

“Yup not long before my family and I traveled back here. Think that’s why my ma really wanted me to do it in the first place since they took my granny’s license away. She’s losing her sight and thinks my hair is on fire instead of pink.”

“Orange would look sick on you though,” Jackie comments, making Willie Jack flick her eyes over to the once bleached girl.

Willie jack adds, “you want Meeks to look like fucken child’s play? She’s wearing the pink well, better than I’ve ever seen. True queen shit, which you wouldn’t know a thing about.”

Jackie sends a look to Elora and Bear, unsure what was going on here.

Mika bumps her hip with Willie Jack’s, “we’re cool again, I think.”

“Must be with how hard Willie Jack just went for you,” Bear grins before glancing at the girl on his right, “got Jackie here speechless.”

“Fuck off,” Jackie shoves Bear while looking at the hat wearing girl, “…glad whatever you two went through is over but…do we got a problem Willie?”

Willie Jack is nonchalant, “we don’t got no beef…just chill out.”

Which definitely sounded like a warning in Jackie’s eyes.

“It was a compliment or suggestion. Don’t see Mika getting tight about it.”

“Okay! Let’s get going.” Elora steers the conversation away, “Jackie, ride up front with me.”

“Sure,” Jackie eyes Willie Jack who huffs at her, circling around to the passenger side.

Cheese gets in the middle of the backseat while Bear runs around to the other side of the car to sit behind Jackie. Willie jack is awkwardly looking at the space in the car.

“I’ll hold your basket for you, Mika.” Cheese offers, while she thanks the young boy.

Bear sees The dilemma and also offers, “You can squeeze in Mika or sit on my lap if you want?”

“Oh god,” Elora mutters, pressing her forehead against the steering wheel, making Jackie frown at her.

Willie jack shakes her head, quickly moving to sit right beside cheese, strapping herself into the car before holding out her hand, “C’mon on then, you heard Elora. We got a long way to go.”

“Ohhh are you—

Willie Jack dips her head silently making Mika smile to herself, while the rest await the scene that plays out in front of them. Mika doesn’t further question it, entering the car and sitting right on Willie Jack’s lap before closing the door behind her.

“Aw but Mika doesn’t have a seat belt.”

Willie jack carefully slips her hands around Mika’s waist, “I got her.”

“That works for now!” Cheese beams, not reading into it too much like the rest in the car are.

Bear is smirking now after it dawns on him what is happening as Mika leans back into Willie Jack’s embrace so Elora can better see out the back window but also because it was a nice place to be.

“Is this okay?” Willie Jack whispers to Mika who’s made herself comfortable, head resting back in the space between Willie Jack’s neck and shoulder.

Mika says, “yup! Long as you got me.”

“I do.” Willie Jack meets Mika’s eyes, squeezing her a bit tighter.

“Good, then we have nothing to worry about. Let’s enjoy the ride.”

“Word.” Willie jack concludes, almost snapping her eyes shut at how annoying she probably sounded but Mika just presses her forehead into the side of Willie Jack’s head.

Elora drops Willie Jack off first with Mika having to exit the car. She asks Mika if she’ll walk her to her door and she agrees with a yawn along with a stretch of her arms up into the autumn air.

“So…” Willie Jack is back to swinging her hands in front of her as she stands face to face with Mika on her stoop.

Mika laughs, “yes Mena?”

“Do you want some hot chocolate?”

“I’d love some!” She bounces on her toes, “I’ll just tell the guys that I’m staying here.”

“Yeah, okay. Nice!”

Willie Jack silently curses to herself again while she just knows her friends are in the car talking shit. She watches Mika lean against the door of the window, talking to their friends in the car, waving at them before she steps back. Skirt spinning with her as she walks back to Willie Jack and fuck she’s so pretty!

Which almost distracts her from Bear smashing his lips on the car window as Elora pulls off from the curb with a honk of her horn.

“After you my lady,” Willie Jack holds her hands out after pushing the front door open.

Mika curtesy’s before entering the home, peeking around as she steps into the first space, which happens to be the living room. “Everything still looks the same.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh huh.” Mika plops down on the couch while Willie Jack enters the kitchen, turning the stove on before opening the fridge to get the leftover homemade hot chocolate she made at midnight.

It’s quiet but it’s not awkward as Mika makes herself comfortable, folding her legs underneath her on the couch. It’s not long before Willie Jack enters the living room with steaming mugs.

“Thanks,” Mika takes the mug with a smile while Willie Jack places her’s on the coffee table.

She takes off her hat, tossing it on the arm of the couch before digging her fingers into her braid to let her hair run free. Mika watches Willie Jack as she sips on the just right hot beverage, admiring just how beautiful her “friend” is.

“Your hair’s gotten longer,” Mika observes, “it’s still stunning.”

Willie jack fans her hand about, “thanks girl, I grew it myself.”

“Hell yeah! Love it just the way it is.”

And the way Mika is looking at Willie Jack makes her heart thud in her chest. The damn girl’s only been here for a day and she’s already got her feeling a way.

“We should watch a scary movie!” Willie jack jumps to her feet, heading over to the collection of dvd’s.

Mika rests one hand in the crease of her other arm, “I don’t like scary movies.”

Willie jack looks back at Mika from her squatting position, picking up on her unease. She was aware that Willie Jack’s parents weren’t home as the house was too hushed and she didn’t see her dad’s truck in the driveway. Night time has definitely fallen and they were alone, dancing around what they could be and now this girl was trying to put on a horror movie?!

“Really?” Willie jack asks, “any particular reason or…?”

“I don’t think it’s never really been my thing,” Mika murmurs while she looks at the front door, “every time you or bear would suggest sneaking into the outdoor movie night by lake crow I wanted to stick my head in the dirt and never come out.”

“Shit…guess I gotta pay more attention.”

“Nah, who wants to be the odd one out when everyone else was down? I just dealt with it…plus you two were always so excited although I lost sleep for a few nights because of all those movies but…you get over it you know?”

“If we do this…you think you’re gonna have any nightmares?”

“Hard to say honestly.”

“Then…I’ll keep you safe.” Willie Jack strongly said, “but that’s only if you want to. I’ll even pick the least scary one out of the batch.”

Mika sips at the hot chocolate, thinking about it, “I’m gonna hold you to it.”

Willie Jack makes a offering motion with a imaginary hot chip before taking the time to go through the collection. She finds one that she thinks will be alright before shoving it into the dvd player. Once she’s seated back next to Mika, she tosses one arm along the top of the couch allowing Mika to fill in that space.

She does, shuffling closer as a long suspenseful intro starts after Willie jack fumbled with the remote. Willie jack tries her hardest to keep her eyes on the screen but it’s the heat radiating off from Mika that makes it hard.

“Hey…you’re not drinking your chocolate?” Mika points out, pulling her head back to look at Willie Jack who fails to hide her staring.

She scratches at her ear, “oh right, it’s still piping hot. Imma let it rest for a bit you know?”

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those iced hot chocolate people?”

Willie jack scrunches up her lips, “I’m not. Don’t even think I ever tried that before.”

“Hmm.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“Your face did though.”

“What’s wrong with my face?” Mika leans back to give Willie Jack the side eye.

Now they’re looking at each other and Willie Jack is silently counting the beauty marks that’s on Mika’s diamond shaped face while Mika’s peering at Willie’s side profile.

“Nothing,” Willie Jack fully turns now gripping Mika’s chin and she almost forgets to breathe correctly, “nothing at all,” before she leans forward to press her lips right against Mika’s.

Willie Jack hears her squeal a bit but Mika knows she has to hold on tighter to the mug now while Willie Jack holds her in place. Mika tastes just like chocolate and cherries while her lips feel like fresh petals. Look at that, Willie Jack could be poetic or corny when it comes to romance too! Mika’s unfortunately not Willie Jack’s first kiss but this kiss definitely makes her forget all about what’s their face. The only thing that’s on her mind is how her heart basically skips a beat with her lips right on Mika’s.

And a kiss like this has never made Mika’s toes curl before.

When she pulls back, Mika is curling Willie Jack’s hair back behind her ear. She bits down on her lips to hide her dimpled smile (which doesn’t work in her favor really, Willie Jack was so tempted to poke them) as Willie Jack slowly opens her eyes to meet Mika’s sunset.

Willie Jack remembers to breathe, “What?”

“You kissed me, you really like me.” Mika sings into Willie Jack’s face, while the girl claps her hands against her face hoping her skin isn’t warming up but knows it probably is.

Mika reaches for Willie Jack’s wrist while laying her head back on the couch, “don’t be shy now, that was glorious!”

“Glorious? Oh my god.”

“That a great thing! Marvelous! Splendid even!”

“You sound like one of those teachers who thinks the sun shines out of their ass, bro.”

Mika pauses,“I don’t think you can call me bro anymore.”

“Why not?”

“‘Cause we kissed, twice?” Mika holds up the deuces, laughing as Willie Jack shakes her head, trying to wrap her head around the fact that she initiated this kiss.

Willie Jack nods her head at her own thinking, “You’ll always be my bro…just a different type. More meaningful, a higher level.”

“Oooh so I get perks?”

“Yeah…as soon as we figure out what to do about us?”

Mika goes quiet then, knowing their time was limited. She was only here for a week, mainly to visit and go to the state fair but that thought made her depressed since she was also building a life after graduating high school…all the way in Nebraska…and that’s not something she wanted to dwell on right now.

She peers at Willie Jack from underneath her lengthy eyelashes, “We could always just make out some more until we do?”

Willie jack scoffs, “I see, you only want me for my lips.”

“And your heart,” Mika leans into Willie Jack who licks her lips, feeling those butterflies in her stomach.

Willie jack throws her head back, “the rizz is killing me!”

“You love it.”

“I think I do.” Willie Jack nods.

“Yeaaah! So kiss me.”

“I’ll do more of that after we finish the movie, I know you’ll need it.”

“So you’re the one plotting on me then.”

“Noooo.” Wille jack fails to hide her smile although this wasn’t originally her plan…it doesn’t sound half bad now.

Mika pokes the long haired girl, “Now I don’t believe you!”

“Well I hope you have it in your heart not to hold nothing else against me. I made you hot chocolate, I gave you my love—

Mika laughs a bit, “that you did, that you did.”

They briefly place their foreheads against each other until Mika moves to rest her head on Willie Jack’s shoulder. It’s not long that they turn their attention back to the screen, both confused on this grainy yet clearly dated horror film.

“I think we need edibles to enjoy this.”

That would make the most logical sense and why Willie Jack’s dad even owned this film: House (1977).

“Damn,” Willie Jack snaps her finger, “and it would be even better if we at least had the blackberries. All that work we put in, we should at least be able to enjoy them.”

Mika gasps, “I can’t believe I left them in elora’s car.”

“That blows…hopefully cheese holds them down for you or else we’ll have to kick somebody’s ass. And by somebody, I mean bear and probably Jackie’s Wednesday Addams lookin’ ass.”

Mika snorts, missing this friend dynamic, “Meeks and Mena, doing what we do best.”

“Fuck yeah, thriving and Survivin’.”

“Real shit,” Mika grins as Willie Jack slips her hand to intertwine with Mika’s.

And she enjoys how Mika’s hand fits just right in her own, although a little shaky, which reminded Wille Jack of Mika’s old fear of bodies of water when they were much younger, Willie Jack gives Mika’s a quick squeeze to ease any form of anxiety her body maybe experiencing.

Whether it be the wonders of the world or the wonders of their relationship.

They didn’t have to always search for the answers, at least not right away. So for the present they could settle into the excitement of what’s happening in the now…

To just live with the guidance of one another.

With Meeks and Mena holding on no longer tiptoeing…then perhaps that could be more than enough.

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You shall have my heart | Neteyam x Fem!reader

Omatikaya!reader

Part 1??

A/n: Hi babes 🫶🫶 I hope you enjoy and I apologize for my bad grammar and English as it isn't my first language and I have dyslexia 😭💔 Also should I make this a series?? Lmk ^^ AHH ENJOY NOW BABES 🫶🫶

Summary: Neteyam is supposed to go hunting alone and stumbles across an old laboratory, he wonders inside finding a Na'vi girl in a capsule similar to Grace's. He gets her out of the lab and guides her to his home, helping her.

Warnings: fluff, mention of past trauma, vomiting/throwing up,

Neteyam and reader are 19!!

Word count: A lot, I genuinely don't know but I will check and edit it 😭

Neteyam love's hunting, especially when he didn't have to bring Lo'ak with him to disturb him and cause trouble, when he has all this peace to himself, just him. Hunting was more of a relaxing chore.

He could go as far as he wanted when hunting and always took the opportunity to do so. Well today it seems like he stumbled across an old laboratory of the sky people, that was surprisingly in good shape, which was unusual. Neteyam carefully inspected the area, there was no sky people and no noises could be hear from the lab, he decided to take a quick tour of the lab.

He walked in carefully, cautiously in case there were some sky people in there but the lab was empty. Turns out he found something even more strange left by the sky people.

A Na'vi female, in a capsule filled with blue liquid, it looked like the capsule Grace was in. The Na'vi looked lifeless until Neteyam got closer putting his hand on the glass staring at the view Infront of him. Your eyes were closed, even though they were closed you were still alive. On the monitor next to the capsule Neteyam could read the status: alive

"There's no way this thing is alive-" He said as you moved your hand and agressively hit the glass on where his hand was. He instantly moved away from the capsule, he wasn't expecting you to move, not when you looked like you were dead. You hit the glass once more and somehow something told him to get you out of the capsule. He didn't know what but your desperate hitting in the liquid was telling him you want out, even though no words were said.

He used his knife to crack open the glass but it left barely a scratch.

"Seriously?" He asked himself while looking at the barely scratched glass. He then saw the opening on the capsule and opened the lid with the same knife. This time he successfully opened the capsule and slid his hands into the slimy liquid grabbing your shoulders and lifting you out of the capsule. You layed on the floor covered in the blue sticky liquid trying to breathe as you wiped the liquid off of your face, finally opening your eyes. Neteyam stared at you in awe, he just couldn't believe what he did. He wiped his hands on the nearest cloth he could find and he just stared at you, up and down, taking in your features.

His first thought was that you were an Avatar but when he saw you only having four fingers he relaxed a bit.

You both didn't realize you were staring at eachother until you started to get up slowly, well attempt to get up, you were in the capsule for years and your limbs felt numb. Neteyam rushed to your side to hold your arm to help you stand up and stood up and as you were about to fall again, Neteyam seated you on the table in the lab.

"Are you okay?" He asked on instinct, he actually had many more questions he wanted to ask you but seems like his worry got the best of him.

You nodded weakly as you looked up at him, this time looking him up and down. He was tall, a bit taller than you, he had a nice slim yet a bit mascular build, wide shoulders and a pretty face. You guys were staring again but none of you cared if you did, he stared and you stared back.

Reality hit you and your whole body started to hurt, guess the years of being in that damned capsule had after effects. You hissed in pain as you clenched your fists trying not to cry from the pain. Neteyam didn't know what to do. Why were you suddenly in pain like this? Will you be okay? He panicked a bit and it showed on his face too. You held your eyes closed tightly as the pain lessened after about 15 minutes, your breathing was normal again and you slowly opened your eyes to see the now less worried expression on Neteyam's face.

Why was he worried? Did you know him by a chance? Why was this stranger worried about you?

"What's your name?" He gently asked you with a small friendly smile on his face. "Y/n" your voice was weak, if it hadn't been for the silence in the lab, he wouldn't have heard you. Your voice was soft and gentle..

"My name is Neteyam" He responded in a gentle tone back. You nodded again.

'Neteyam..' you thought the name fit the male well and decided to speak again.

"Thank you for helping me..but I need more of your help.." You said weakly as your throat has previously been flooded with the blue liquid you coughed out. Neteyam nodded

"Don't worry about it" He assured you as he sat Infront of you. He has only started at your face, but now he was closer and looked you up and down finally realizing you were naked. He quite quickly shot his head up standing up and looking away which earned him a look from you. You finally noticed you were naked as the blue liquid that covered your body dried away. You didn't mind tho, you were used to it at this point, also why did it even matter? He was almost naked too.

You tried standing up again, your legs weak and wobbly like a newborn bambi

(Love the comparison 😍/jk)

Neteyam held your arms again, helping you stand up as you become more stable and could stand in your own before you started walking around the old laboratory. It felt so refreshing to finally be out of that damned capsule, stretching your muscles and filling your lungs with air. You turned to Neteyam and looked at him with a smile on your face

"I owe you" You said as you continued walking and appreciating feeling the cold air hit your skin.

"Come with me" Neteyam asked you as he handed his hand to you, so you can hold it. You took his hand into yours and followed him out of the laboratory. Now you felt even more exposed, but it didn't matter, nothing compared to the appreciation and happiness you felt knowing you've been saved from that laboratory.

The sky people used you as an experiment for years, you had many scars on your body but Neteyam didn't want to question you.

You looked at your surroundings as Neteyam led you thru the forest, for some reason you trusted him, you trusted this complete stranger for whatever reason. Maybe it was before he freed you from the lab or maybe it was something else, well you didn't care. The forest was beautiful, colorful and full of life, something you weren't used to. The sounds of the forest filled your ears like music, blooming flowers in your ears. You were so in thought of the forest until you realized Neteyam stopped and you were still tightly holding onto his hand. You looked at your surroundings again and realized you were at a river, the smooth flow of the water was now overpowering the sounds of birds and the forest.

Neteyam looked at you, he lowed down Infront of the river and let your hand go. When he let your hand go, you almost held it again as he gave you a feeling of comfort. You watched what he was doing and he went into the river.

"The water is nice today, you should wash off the blue liquid off you" He said as you nodded your head and dipped yourself into the river. The river wasn't that deep it barely came to your breasts. You dipped your head underwater washing away the dries liquid off your hair. Scrubbing your hands and body. Neteyam turned around, acting like he was doing something but what could he have been doing in a river? Exactly, nothing. He turned to you and slowly got out of the river.

"Wait for me here, I'll bring my sister and she'll bring you something to wear" He said and you nodded and he disappeared from your sight.

You finished rubbing the liquid off your body and cleaning yourself enough so you just settled for playing in the water until Neteyam came back. It has been around 20 minutes and you saw him coming back from the forest with a girl who held some cloth and loincloths in her hands.

"This is my sister, Kiri" He said as Kiri waved at you with a smile on her face. You waved back and Kiri bumped Neteyam on the shoulders a bit as she walked up to you. You came out of the water and the cold breeze hit your body again. You shivered a bit and Kiri handed you the cloth and you wiped the water off.

"Thank you" You said with a smile on your face.

"It's no problem" She smiled as she handed you the loincloth and breast beads. You out them on, tho it didn't make a big difference but it did cover your private parts.

Neteyam turned around again, you guessed it was to give you a bit privacy but to you it didn't matter.

You followed after Neteyam and Kiri, you walked by Neteyam's side, you felt safe around Kiri too but you just wanted to hold hands with Neteyam, which Kiri noticed and bumped Neteyam's arm again and he just gave her the 'Really?' look with a smile on his face.

The walk wasn't long but it wasn't silent either, even though you clinged onto Neteyam's arm you become pretty talkative with Kiri, Kiri instantly loved you. You arrived at the village and you thought you wouldn't be noticed but oh boy were you wrong. Almost all women turned to look at what was happening, who was the stranger holding the future Olo'eyktan by his hand.

You were a bit anxious now, being in an unknown territory, with such stares was a bit overwhelming, you weren't used to people and in fact you had a fear of people due to all the trauma you went thru while being in the hands of the sky people. Your ears down and tail between your legs clinging even harder onto Neteyam's hand. You could swear that you saw a woman hiss at you. Kiri noticed this and put a hand on your shoulder, assuring you everythings okay with a gentle smile on her face.

You walked up to a tent with a tall male with dreads, you recognized the male almost immediately Jake Sully.

He was quite the talk and a hot shot among the sky people, you've only seen his avatar a few times but you memorized his features, he was quite attractive.

"Where have you kids been it's almost dinner-" he scolded until he spotted you and then he saw you clinging onto his eldest sons hand.

"You're that experiment..?" He asked, of course he knew who you are, you were also quite the hot shot as millions of dollars went into your experiment yet it still failed. You nodded and before he questioned you again you spoke.

"You're Jake Sully, correct?" You asked him and he nodded, then you spoke again before him.

"You're quite the talk among the sky people and I've seen your avatar a few times" He nodded acknowledging your words.

"I'm guessing you're gonna be staying with us?" He asked you but Neteyam and Kiri nodded happily and Jake went inside the tent without further interactions.

Neteyam headed into the tent giving you a look and you walked after him and Kiri behind you. You entered the tent resisting the urge to hide behind Neteyam as you've been met with three more unfamiliar faces and then you heard Jake speak up.

"This is Y/n, she was an experiment that failed among the sky people, she's a Na'vi and she has no where to go" He informed everyone in the tent as the older female looked at him and nodded, his wife probably.

"Very well, she can stay with us" She said as she looked at you up and down, her gaze softening when he saw Neteyam's hand holding onto yours. She smiled and lead you in to have dinner with them, you nodded and smiled at her. She was truly gentle and motherly, accepting you this fast was a surprise to everyone, maybe it was because Neteyam was holding onto you, when you were actually holding onto him. You sat next to Neteyam, obviously and Kiri sat to your left. The motherly woman was indeed Jake's wife, mate, Neytiri, the other two unfamiliar faces were Neteyam's younger brother, Lo'ak and the youngest of them all Tuktirey, Tuk. You smiled almost awkwardly and they were in awe of you.

You ate a few bites of the food until you felt sick and got up from your seat and threw up outside of the tent. You were panting as you just kept vomiting. In the end you threw up three times, you're not sure what you even had to throw up three times, it was disgusting. Neteyam held your hair and gently rubbed your back and handed you water. You thanked him and rinsed your mouth and face breathing heavily.

You apologized to everyone but they were all understanding and for the rest of the dinner you didn't eat anything, you didn't want to throw up again.

That night even though you were laying next to Neteyam, you couldn't sleep. You were staring at the ceiling unable to sleep, even though your eyes were heavy, heavier than any rock or weight yet you still couldn't rest one bit.

At breakfast you threw up, again. Jake knew this wasn't normal so he took you to Norm. You were pretty anxious as you followed Jake thru the sky people, you came closer to Jake and held his hand. He didn't mind, he put a hand in your shoulder and assured you these sky people were good and you don't don't have to fear anything, you believed him, you wanted to believe him.

You were layed down as Norm who was in a dreamwalkers body examined you. You were became the big talk, honestly. Everyone was amazed to see the infamous experiment and how you were alive, walking and breathing besides Jake. After the examination Norm took Jake aside to tell him something. Jake noticed the way your ears went down and your tail clinging to your leg and he told Norm to stay in your sight not too far from you.

"Well, you see it's nothing serious, she's in a new environment with new foods surrounding her. I'll take maybe a few weeks for her to readjust to foods and the sudden change of environment as she's been in that capsule for god knows how long so just give her some time and it should all come to place.. if it doesn't bring her back and I'll see what I can do." Norm told Jake and Jake nodded in response.

"So she's good? Does she have any other injuries from the experimenting I should be aware of" Jake asked

"Well, no actually. She's been in the capsule so she can heal for further experimenting but she's been there longer than needed so, yeah, she's good, don't worry" Norm assured Jake and put a hand on his shoulder and walked away.

Jake came up to you again as you sat on one of the tables.

"You're good, he said it's just because of the previous environment you've been in, you just need to get used to this newer environment and you're good" Jake smiled and you nodded, pleased with the news you smiled back at him.

You kept small chatting with Jake on the way back to the tent, he's a nice guy a lot different from what you've heard the sky people say about him. When you came back Jake said his goodbyes to you leaving you with Neytiri after telling her you're fine and basically everything he told you at the sky people base, lab whatever.

"I'm glad you're okay" Neytiri said as she sat down with you in the tent putting her hands on your shoulders. "Neteyam seems very fond of you" when she said that your ears shot up, very noticeable and she chuckled a bit from behind you. You smiled hearing her words, Neteyam was kind to you even though he met you only a few days ago. You were quite fond of him too. You were never treated kindly among the sky people, which made you cautious of everyone around you but you felt safe and comfortable with him. Maybe it's because of that you cling onto him. Your heart felt all bubbly when you thought about him, like he kissed your heart and he wasn't even aware of it. It didn't matter tho, being treated with such kindness and gentleness just made you feel good.

You chatted with Neytiri getting to know everyone better thru her words, Neytiri braided your hair a bit and left some of your hair lose on your request. She said how cute you looked with braids which made you smile and think 'Where have these people been my entire life?'. You never felt like you were missing something out, probably because you didn't know you were missing such kindness out, it made your heart feel good but shrink at the same time. Knowing that you've waisted 19 years of your life being used and abused in that lab, while others were living a comfortable and happy life with their family. It made you sad but you were just too happy in the moment to even acknowledge the sadness built up in your chest.

It has been at least a month with the Sully's. As you basically spent your life away in that useless lab you didn't know jackshit about the Omatikaya people. You were a good climber, your posture while using a bow was good, you were even a good singer, it all came naturally to you. You finally stopped feeling sick and got used to the environment. You finally felt happiness, after 19 years of your life, you finally felt pure happiness.

Neteyam taught you everything he could and he couldn't be more proud of you. You were simply good at everything, which carved a smile on his face. You two were fond of eachother from the start but now, as time passed and you spent that time together you became even closer, even sneaking out at night when you couldn't see Neteyam thru the day. You learned more about Neteyam and his duties and how he was going to be the next Olo'eyktan so his duties knew to get in the way. You remembered every little detail about him, everything he told you, Neytiri, Kiri, Lo'ak, Tuk and even Mo'at.

It was one of those nights when you were waiting for him at by the florescent river that you took your bath with him when he saved you. It became your spot. It was safe and none ever came to it at night, well only the two of you did. You actually weren't sure if Neteyam was going to come tonight, you swinged your legs thru the now cold water as the night breeze hit your shoulders and back. You were too in thought about Neteyam that you didn't even hear footsteps, his footsteps. Suddenly you felt two arms wrap around your waist, it was Neteyam. You hugged his arms as he was till behind you giggling at his touch. You could feel his warm breath on your neck, pink tinted your cheeks for a second before he pulled away and sat beside you. You couldn't tell if you hated whenever he hugged you from behind because it made you extremely flustered or if you loved it when he that because it made you flustered. He sat beside you, thighs touching together but none of you minded that, getting into each others personal space was normal. You guys literally slept next to eachother, waking up with your arm smacking his head, or his leg hitting your chest, how? No one knew to be honest.

"So future Olo'eyktan, how was your day?" You teased him and he smirked, turning into a grin, he thought you'd never ask. What you noticed about him is that he would immediately answer whatever you're saying, asking even if it is or not directed at him, and once he starts talking? You can just pray to Eywa he shuts up but you loved listening to him so you let him talk all he wants. You also noticed him being talkative only at night with you, thru the day he gives short responses and avoids interaction if could.

"It was like usual, boring" he whined to you as you just chuckled at him.

"I went for a check up today" You smiled at him as his ears perked up.

"Really? So, how was it? Everything okay?" He asked curiously.

"Yep, I'm healthy" You said that so happily full of life, your eyes full of life. You were healthy. No experiments done on you and you functioned normally. Everything was alright about your body. He smiled as he looked at your face full of life. You seemed dull, almost lifeless when he met you, and now you were full of life. He couldn't help it but to lose himself in your eyes.

He's met and walked past many eyes, but got lost only in yours.

HJSSJSHD I THINK IM IN LOVE WITH MY OWN FANFIC 😞😞 Should I continue this?? I'm already done with part 2 so I might as well post it but I'm scared this series will flop.. 😭😭 🙏 Lmk what you think cause I want to continue this but if noone is interested, what's the point? 😭💔💔💔

Also pls don't mind the random X reader Hashtags, this is a 101% a Neteyam Sully X reader fic!! 🫶

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