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thecuriousquest · 10 months

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It’s Too Fucking Hot in Here

Yandere Dabi x Reader

Tag List: @issamomma (If you want to be part of the tag list, just let me know)

Warnings: Yandere themes, sadism, violence, edging, virginity loss, slight non con, orgasms, sexual punishment, sexual interrogation, spanking, fire use (it’s Dabi)

Summary: You’re a new hero who has been caught by Dabi, and now, you’re being interrogated.

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You are on patrol, a new hero assigned to an agency that really believes you have something to offer. You’re young, fresh blood, a pretty image to splash across billboards to bring hope to the new generation.

Stalking across rooftops, looking for prey in your black, skin-tight costume, you see a man with a hand covering his face waltz into a bar with a girl following behind him. She looks so young. You can’t help but find the whole thing off putting. Maybe this is your chance to shine, to bring in someone for letting kids in a bar.

You sneak closer from roof top to roof top. Making sure the coast is clear, you find your way to the ground by sliding down a gutter pipe. The door stands in your way. You need to at least poke your head in, but that’s probably a horrible idea. You shift around, looking for a window that you could peak through. It’s less compromising, and it’s also your only option. Looking around for a window isn’t exactly easy. There’s one high up, but it probably won’t lead you to looking directly into the bar.

You sigh as you heft yourself up onto a ledge. PARKOUR!

Looking in, you see it’s so dark. Your visual prowess is great at night because part of your quirk is night vision. That is until you spot something truly horrifying. The utter deformity of these monsters, there’s no other word for it. You’ve seen them on the news, reeking havoc, inspiring fear in civilians and heroes. Nomu.

You scramble off the ledge, falling on your back. It knocks the wind out of you. Sputtering a cough, you wince as you sit up. That is until a boot is pushing you back down on the ground. You grasp at the sole, but the person is putting almost all of their weight on the side of your face.

“Look at what I caught.” He removes his boot from your cheek.

You immediately start rubbing at the sore muscles and flesh. Managing a glance at him, you’re just as horrified by what’s standing in front of you. His burnt purple flesh held together by staples. His eyes cut into you like the first sip of cyanide.

Is that the grim reaper? Oh, God, am I close to death?!

You cry out, fear overcoming your entire body. “I don’t wanna die! I’m not ready to die. Please, I’m not ready to go with you! I’m too young for this!”

Meanwhile, this stranger has no idea what you’re rambling on about. He crouches down in front of you, placing a hand on your jaw to force you to look at him. “Doll Face, I’m not gonna kill you. Well, I won’t if you comply. We need to get you somewhere else first.”

Lip wobbling, eyelashes damp, bladder nearly exploding from trepidation, you find your voice weak and whispering, “Where are we going?”

“That’s for me to know,” he stands up, “and for you to find out.” The boot comes back on your head, but there’s a force behind it that leaves you falling against the pavement. You see white spots of light as your eyes close before darkness consumes you.

———

When you wake up, you feel horrible. Your head aches so badly you want to vomit. Holy shit, you find that even your neck is in pain. Groaning, you try to roll your shoulders, stretch your neck, pull your head from side to side.

The second thing you notice is that when you try to rub your cheek, you can’t move your hands. They’re tied behind your back. Sighing out of disappointment, you bide your time by taking in your surroundings.

You’re in a bedroom, a dirty bedroom for that matter. There are clothes on the floor, paint chipping off the walls, a bed that you wouldn’t want to sleep on from the looks of it, and the chair that you’re helplessly bound to.

Combing through your brain for a strategy in your groggy state is like trying to catch an owl in a small jar. You might as well take this time to rest.

Then, there’s a whistle slicing through the air. “Wow, you look like shit.”

You scoff. “Feel like it too,” you mumble, trying to sit up a little more.

“I gave you a nice little gift last night. Wanna see it?”

He doesn’t give you the chance to reject his offer as he shows you your reflection through his phone. It’s a nice shiner running all the way from your temple to your cheek, right where he kicked you with the toe of his boot last night.

You glare up at him, angry that he had left such a disgusting bruise on you, angry that you weren’t able to even fight him. “What do you want from me?”

“Answers,” he states matter-of-factly as he sits down on the bed. “The name’s Dabi. I already know who you are Onyx Fury, or should I say Y/N.”

“How…how do you know my name?”

“Wasn’t that hard to figure out, sweets. Do you always ask this many questions?”

“Only when I’ve been kidnapped,” you spit at him. Kidnap is new to you but banter isn’t. You could go on for a long while before running out of something to say.

Dabi leans forward, elbows resting comfortably against his knees. His black hair brushing against his eyes while he stares into your soul.

God, he’s creepy.

“Here’s the deal. You tell me everything you saw or heard, and I’ll think about not killing you. You’ll get bonus points if it involves another hero.”

You chew on your lip. “Why should I tell you shit? You’ll probably just kill me anyway.”

“Aw, come on, Doll. I can be a nice guy. Could make you feel real good too.” He stands up, walking forward with purpose. He settles right next to you placing a hand on the back of your neck. It takes everything in you not to shiver under his grip.

“Or maybe, I’ll let myself feel good buried in between those legs of yours, and you can beg for me to let you come.” His sneer is like a punch to your gut.

You can’t help the tremor coursing up your spine. Dabi pinches your neck, feeling the vibrations coming off of your body.

Leaning down, the villain whispers in your ear, “Are you scared? You look like you’re about to piss yourself.”

You puff your chest out and suck in a breath of defiance. “Go f-fuck yourself!” It was an accomplishment getting that sentence out, only tripping on one word.

“Oh, I will, and I’ll come all over that pretty face of yours.” He slaps your cheek playfully.

———

Released from the chair, you’re stripped naked and pressed up against the wall to the point where your nipples are crying for relief. His teeth come down in a searing pain against your shoulder. His hand making a mockery of a gentle lover’s smooth touches as he grips your thighs and breasts with brute strength.

Dabi overwhelms you with needless jabs, tearing at your character, your pride. “I thought you were supposed to be some big hero. You look so fucking weak and pathetic. Come on, Doll, put up more of a fight for me. Make things interesting. What? You wanna tap out already? Too bad. I’m just getting started. Nowhere near done with that tight little cunt.”

What point is there? How are you supposed to fight him when your hands are pinned behind your back and feet spread so far apart that the bones in your hips ache for a normal posture.

“Yeah, keep crying for me. I like that shit.”

Your tears don’t even register until you feel him wiping them up with his fingers and shoving them down your throat. You gag as his nails graze the inside of your mouth. He pulls his hand away before slapping your velvet folds.

“Don’t you fucking touch me there!” You hope you sound scary, you hope he takes your words to heart.

Oh, you poor idiot. Dabi laughs in your ear with lascivious intent. His fingers tracing the outline of your pussy before working their way inwards towards your clit. His wet hand rubbing at you with primal lust.

“I’ll get you to fuckin’ talk, bitch. Don’t worry. Let good ol’ Dabi take care of you first.”

With your cunt clenching around his fingers, you find yourself in a daze when he removes his hand and enters you with a shockingly hard force. His cock jabs into you. You’re not sure if the sound that just exited your mouth was a gasp or a moan of pleasure. Either way, he’s the one making the real ruckus behind you.

“Oh, fuck, you’re so tight! Goddamnit! Fuck, you a virgin? Who am I kidding. Not with that fucking outfit you just had on.”

His words cut deep. You like your costume. You never assumed anything sexual about it before. It’s great for combat, climbing, jumping, doing whatever activities you need to at night. You start to wonder if other people think the same thing he’s thinking.

“Fucking slut. You probably take as much cock as you can get.” He lets out an animalistic grunt of satisfaction. “Probably can’t go a few hours without- AH -begging for some dick. Oh fuck, gonna pound that slutty pussy good.”

You can’t help clenching around him. You can’t help the dirty sounds your slicked up cunt makes. It’s out of your control. The warm buzzing in your womb that started out low is now electrifying in your core. You rut your hips back into him, trying to chase that feeling of release. It builds, it builds up so much, the pressure is too much for you to hold onto any longer.

As soon as you feel like you’re going to reach your climax, Dabi’s cock pulls out of you, and you’re thrown onto the bed. Your head bounces against the mattress twice. Trying to wrap your brain around what’s going on, you feel the bed dip beneath the fully grown man’s weight. He crawls in between your legs, nestling there, waiting for you.

You sniffle. You aren’t quite sure what he wants. You didn’t feel him come in you or on you. Surely, he isn’t done. He sure as fuck doesn’t look done.

Your hand travels down to your tingling juices, trying to find relief from the built up pressure that’s still hanging around. Dabi forces you to lie back on the mattress, and with one hand, he has your wrists trapped above your head.

He’s not talking. He’s chuckling darkly as he waits you out. You feel something slip away from you. That feeling you wanted so badly to chase down and grab onto is gone. You don’t understand what that was.

“What…what just happened? What was that?”

And then his laugh becomes more than a dark chuckle. It becomes something that a bully would shove in your face paired with taunting words.

“Oh shit, you really were a virgin.”

Not wanting to admit it before but too curious for your own good now, you nod.

“You wanted to come, and I took that away from you.”

“Well, can you give it back?”

Your phrasing is awkward, it’s the phrase only an inexperienced soul would ask.

“Sure, babe, I can give it back. You just need to tell me what I wanna know.”

You don’t want to give him anything. You need to hold out. You have to hold out. You can’t break in the face of this villain. It would be nice to come as Dabi put it, but you need to be a hero first. Your needs have to come second, literally.

Dabi sees the fight in your eyes, conflict brewing like a storm. He coos at you. You look so sweet for him, all spread out. Just like before, he fucks you hard again, ramming into you with a force to be reckoned with. His cock is teasing your cervix with a pleasant pain until he’s rubbing against that same sweet spot he found earlier.

A thin sheet of sweat coats your body, causing your breasts to glisten in the dim yellow light of the room. You watch him palm your breasts, getting off to the squelching sound your wet pussy makes every time he pumps you.

Sweat from his brow drips onto your chest. He mutters a curse before whispering in your ear. “Fucking try anything, and I’ll light your ass on fire.” With that said, he gives your wrists a rest as he stands up, pulling his long sleeve shirt off.

Oh God, he really is a burn victim, you think as you take in his burnt flesh. The staples shine under the light, and you notice you’ve been staring too long.

“Like what you see or just scared? Doesn’t matter either way,” Dabi states as he shucks the rest of his clothes off. He starts pawing at you again as he climbs back on top of you. He’s nipping at your neck, sucking your sensitive skin as he resumes the rough fucking from earlier.

Just as you’re built up to that same pressure as before, Dabi quickly pulls it away from you. Leaving you unable to finish, he lets his white seed spurt all over your chest and face. You flinch when the warm liquid comes into contact with your skin. How degrading. With this game he’s playing, it’s going to be a long night.

———

As he bottoms out once again, his balls slapping your cunt from behind, he palms the meat of your ass. The villain delivers a stinging slap with something burning hot backing it up. You look over your shoulder and see that his hand is ON FUCKING FIRE! Blue flames swarm his palm, and you’re scared half to death. You didn’t know that’s what his quirk was. You had no idea when he made that threat earlier.

You scream in pain with every forceful spank, your head sinking into the mattress below you. You place your hands on the back of your head, gripping at your hair, doing whatever you can to cope with the pain. You’ll be dealing with a sore bottom for days. You’re sure of it.

“Stop! Please, fuck! Dabi!” Snot leaks out of your nose. “It hurts!”

“Yeah? No shit.” He doesn’t sound the least bit sorry. He continues going to town on your ass, searing the flesh with his fiery palm. He even has the audacity to laugh at you while you’re in such a vulnerable state: head down, rear end up just for him to play with.

You’re depleted of energy. He’s really putting you through the wringer with all of this. He tortured you for the fifth time by not letting you come, and now, he’s degrading you with such a childish punishment.

Out of nowhere, he’s tearing you away from the bed, forcing you to bend at the waist as he presses himself against you from behind. You lose your footing as he hooks your leg around his waist, creating an angle for more depth.

It doesn’t take long for him to get hard or for your orgasm to slip away from you once again. The sudden realization hits you as you feel Dabi nest his cock right at the entrance between your thighs. No, not again. You can’t go through this again!

“Please, Dabi!”

“Please, Dabi,” he mocks, making his voice high pitched. “Please, Dabi what? What do you want, Doll Face?” Long gone is the high pitch as he resumes his regular tone. Once again, he’s barreling into you, his cock prouder than it’s ever been. “Want me to go faster?” He presses into you. “Want me to go harder?” You feel the tip of his dick pushing further inside of you.

You croak out a moan, you want to kick your feet, but you can’t. Fuck it feels so good as he pushes into you further and further, not even rocking his hips back a little. You pound your fists against the bed in frustration from how good it feels.

“Wanna come!” Is all you manage to tell him, beg him.

“Aw, you wanna come? I don’t think you deserve to come. You haven’t given me anything I want yet.”

This is a nightmare. Your pussy is throbbing from how much action it has suffered. You can’t possibly go another round with him. Even if you pass out, fall into a coma, you know you’ll wake up at some point after your body has healed, and you know you’ll just end up right back in the arms of this flame thrower.

“Nomu! I saw the Nomu!” You sob into your arms.

Dabi pauses. Nobody is supposed to know about the Nomu room. How the hell did you manage to find out about them? Dabi didn’t know you saw them when he found you on your ass in the alleyway since he didn’t see you fall. He assumed you saw or heard something you shouldn’t have at the bar, took off, and then tripped on your way out. This is a big revelation.

Grumbling a curse, he ruts into you, picking up his pace. Friction is the name of the game, and you love it. You love the juices running down your thighs, you love the feeling of his cock buried inside of you.

Just a simple thrust is all it takes to send you over the edge. You can’t believe how good an orgasm feels. It leaves you convulsing a few times before your body settles. Dabi drops your leg, and you yelp as you fall against the floor. Pushing yourself up isn’t easy. You pull yourself forward, using the mattress as leverage. The same mattress that you eyed earlier that you said you’d never want to touch, well here you are, falling asleep on it.

Dabi leans over you, still naked. You’re both still completely nude. He brushes stray locks from your face before flicking the bruise on your cheek.

You wake up, startled by the sudden pain in your face. Looking at him for answers, he gives them to you.

“It looks like I can’t let you go after all since you saw something you shouldn’t have. It’s alright, though. I’ll take care of that pretty pussy whenever you need me to.”

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tiyawnyana · 1 year

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For @igotyg by request, I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope that you enjoy it! I can picture them as the duo that bickers and picks on eachother as they grow up, unable to express their actual feelings so they do so this way

Thank you again for this request ♡

Ao'nung x Neteyam

Warnings: none really besides smooching

"Come, forest boy," Ao'nung chuckles and drags him to the main beach, getting hungry in the later hours of the afternoon.

"Yes, yes," Neteyam laughs lightly, following the metkayinans lead,"And shush, I am more metkayina than you by now."

They arrive, and Ao'nung whines out just slightly,"my ilu threw me off one time!"

They both chuckle before grabbing food and settling down. Soon enough, Kiri and Tuk are sitting besides Neteyam and they giggle as they listen to the two boys bicker back and forth.

Kiri spots the lingered looks on both ends, just when Ao'nung knows Neteyam won't notice. The corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiles so gently, only to quickly look away before he's caught by the object of his affections.

Tuk leans her head on Neteyams arm, yawning a little bit, she nuzzles her face into his shoulder before he grins, pulling her onto his lap. Her face falls into the crook of his neck as they talk about the day and the fish they'd managed to catch earlier. Tuk smiles sleepily as she tells how her ilu helped her chase down a huge fish and Kiri is giggling. Lo'ak comes to sit with them, Tsireya not far behind and she's backing Tuk up, telling everyone how well she has done with her ilu as of late.

Ao'nung pokes fun at Neteyam as Tuk dozes off completely, before helping him up and they walk off to the marui where Jake and Neytiri are settling in.

Ao'nung grins as he watches Neteyam settle his sister in next to their mother, to which Neytiri pulls him in to press a soft kiss to his temple.

"Mama's boy," he jokes, poking Neteyams hip as he closes the pod.

"Hey, I see how you have to hug Ronal every morning before you go, shush."

They giggle and push each other lightly back and forth before they're hanging out for the rest of the evening; Lo'ak ends up instigating and gets chased by Ao'nung with a non cooked fish, and the night goes by in a flash.

•••

Neteyam sighs, his tail flicking in agitation and he paces back and forth.

Lo'ak and Ao'nung, along with Roxto and a few other of the young Metkayina adults had gone out fishing earlier. They were supposed to be back by now, and Neteyams worry grew. It was nearing eclipse by now, the sun slowly starting to get covered when soon the horn is blown, and he dashes to where it's heard.

He arrives at the beach where he spots Roxto and Lo'ak helping Ao'nung walk out of the waters. Neteyam gasps before running to them, fear pooling in his gut.

"What happened?"

Lo'ak winces, holding his other hand to his ribs,"bad current, Ao'nung got swept back and was hit into a rock."

Ao'nung groans as one of the other fishers comes to help him, walking him to his mother. He flashes a weak grin to Neteyam and whispers out,"I'm alright," before he's walked off.

"And you? What happened?" He's turning his brother around, making sure he's alright.

"I'm fine, really, I got swept back too but Ao'nung uh," his ears flick back,"he took the brunt of it."

"What do you mean?"

Lo'ak sighs, and Roxto is slipping away in their peripheral,"He was able to stop me from slamming into the rock, by taking the brunt of it."

Neteyam sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose,"Eywa, give me strength." He mutters before dragging Lo'ak off to Ronal as well.

••

He's patched up not too long after, some minor cuts and bruises thankfully but Neteyam is upset, his tail once again showing his emotions. He sits not far from Ao'nungs resting form, his feet dangling just above the water.

"Teyam?"

His ears flick back and he turns quickly,"Yes? Ao'nung?"

He coughs as he tries to sit up and Neteyam is pushing him to lay back down, grabbing a vase of water and helping him drink.

"Are you dumb?"

Ao'nung grins weakly, his eyes fluttering shut.

Not far from them, Neytiri is approaching, wanting to thank Ronal for her help. She pauses as she peaks on the interaction between her son and Ronals.

"You had me worried here sick, what if this were worse?"

"But it isn't."

"But what if? Ao'nung, you and my brother were out there, what if something had bad happened."

"But it didn't." He's slightly annoyed, Ao'nungs ears flicking back as he winces, twisting his arm wrong.

"Ao'nung." Neteyams voice nearly shakes,"where did you all go?"

He turns his face away, before muttering,"three brothers rocks."

"Outside the reef? Ao'nung!"

"We are all adults, Neteyam, it is allowed now," He's flabbergasted,"Lo'ak had proved himself months ago with his tsurak, we all wanted to go, what's the big deal?"

"What's the big deal? Really?" He hisses out,"What happened the last time you all had gone out there?"

Ao'nung grumbles in response, and Neteyam sighs at that.

"Ao'nung, you could have gotten seriously hurt, Lo'ak as well."

"Well he didn't, did he? I made sure he didn't get hurt, that's the last thing I want to happen."

Neteyam curses before standing up, storming out of the marui and fails to notice Neytiri on his way out. She glances back to Ao'nung, watching as he presses his hands to his face and sighs. She decides to thank Ronal in the morning, following after her son to their marui.

•••

Neteyam is sloppily chopping at the fish provided for them, cursing under his breath. The other sully kids are nearly holding their breath, more specifically so Lo'ak. He watches as his brother slices the fish open, skins alongside the meat and throws the partially finished food into the basket next to him. Neytiri sees this too, before she ushers the other children out of the pod and beckoning Jake over.

"My child, what is wrong?" She tries to coax gently.

"Nothing is wrong, why would anything be wrong?"

Jake watches the visible frustration fall off his son's shoulders,"Neteyam, you are obviously upset-" he starts, before his mate shuts him up with her hands to his lips.

"My baby, it is about Ao'nung, is it not?"

Neteyam huffs, pausing his movements. He's silent for a moment, struggling to find the right words,"he could've gotten seriously hurt."

Neytiri gently moves the pile of fish, basket and knife to the side, before sitting beside him and curling her arm around his torso,"but thankfully, Eywa was watching over them."

"But he's acting so careless about it!"

Jake doesn't say anything but provides his undivided attention.

"My dear, Eywa protected him and your brother, along with the other boys, is that not a blessing?"

"No, no it is, I just," Neteyam shoots up, pacing away back and forth from his parents,"He just, he has no fear. But he's stupid, so, so stupid."

Neytiri finds herself covering her mouth, not wanting her giggles to be known.

"It's times like this that he's so stupid and ignorant, he's behaving like a child!"

Jake's eyebrows shoot up, glancing over at his mate, his mouth slightly agape. She grins under her fingers, nodding at him.

"I was so, so worried for them and it just feels like he's brushing it off as if it were nothing!"

His shoulders are bunched up, he's huffing in frustration and his tail flicks wildly behind him, and soon enough Neytiri gets up, walking to him and gently grips his shoulders.

Jake laughs a bit loud, his mate and his son looking to him,"Sorry, my love," he stands and walks to them, cupping the back of his sons head,"my son, you in so many ways remind me of me, but at the same time you are more so like your uncle Tommy. You're headstrong, a natural leader whether with or without the title of Olektan, but right now you remind me of your mother all those years ago when she found me."

She smiles gently at him, glancing back to their son,"I had said the exact same thing to your father, my baby."

Neteyam listens, but turns his gaze to face away as he feels his cheeks warm in embarrassment.

"Ao'nung was reckless, but he was strong in his heart by protecting Lo'ak," his mother cups his cheek, urging him to look at her. When he does, she smiles so soft at him,"just promise me, do not be so upset with him for long? He is a good man now. Keep your heart open."

Neteyam huffs and sighs, nodding and she pulls him down to press a kiss to his forehead.

"Now, let's fix the fish and make dinner, alright?"

•••

Neteyam is pacing back and forth along the beach a few days later, his anger has simmered by now thankfully but it still lingers.

He hears the crunch of sand not far from him and he turns to the noise, tail flicking as he spots Ao'nung walking towards him. He freezes, his hands lifting in mock surrender.

"Hey, uh," he sheepishly says.

"Ao'nung," Neteyam responds flatly.

He huffs back,"You're not still mad, are you?"

"Oh no, of course not mad how my friends and my brother could've gotten seriously hurt and are now playing it off as nothing." He turns to walk off but is stopped as a hand wraps gently around his wrist.

"Seriously, we're all fine now. Why are you dragging this out?"

He feels his shoulders bunch up again, turning around,"dragging this out? Really?" He seethes.

"Yes, Neteyam, you're dragging this out and making this a bigger deal than it has to be."

"Oh, eywa forbid I was beyond worried about you, and you keep brushing it off!"

"Neteyam, we are all adults, we were just fishing, seriously," He's growing more annoyed.

"Ao'nung, I do not care that we're all adults, you were nearly careless!"

Their voices are raised, and Neteyam steps an inch closer to Ao'nung, pressing his pointer finger into the center of his chest.

"I was worried about you and you don't seem to care."

"I do care! But you're acting like someone lost a limb!" He goes on for another minute, and Neteyam finds himself thinking back to the conversation with his parents the other day. His eyes soften only slightly, gazing up at Ao'nung and tracing over his features. His belly erupts as if a million kenten spawned there, and he's grabbing Ao'nung by the back of his neck, just underneath his braid and dragging him down slightly into a searing kiss.

He's on his tip toes, clings his other hand to Ao'nungs arm and soon enough he's pulling back.

He huffs out a deep breath, heart in his throat,"I was so worried something terrible had happened, I," he swallows thickly,"I don't want to lose you."

Ao'nung is frozen, gazing down at him with wide eyes and Neteyam internally panics.

He backs up an inch,"Sorry, um, I'll just go," but he's stopped and dragged back and his head is tilted back as a rougher kiss is pressed to his lips.

Ao'nung grips his hip in one big hand and circles his other around his waist, dragging his torso into his own. The kiss is full of want and frustration and led by Ao'nung, and unfortunately he pulls back, pressing his forehead to Neteyams.

"My eywa, you're a pain," he breathes out, chuckling.

"Bold coming from you."

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ladybirdswritings · 7 months

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BEAUTY AND THE HYBRID - Klaus Mikaelson Fanfiction

summary: a slip of burlap rope brings an unsuspecting woman to a bloodthirsty hybrid.

warnings: mentions of ab*se, stockholm syndrome, captivity, dea*h, and violence.

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Painful throbbing, burning at my skull. It's warm, wet. The light filters through beige burlap weakly, making me squint. I try to sit up, but my body betrays me with its weakness.

"Apple please."

Soft hands shake me, a distant whisper echoing through my ringing ears.

"Birdie." My voice fails me, and my words are merely mouthed.

"I'm here, please get up."

She sounds so scared, but I can't remember why. Not now. The same soft hands gently pull at me, guiding me upright. This new position makes me yelp, pounding- drumming viciously at my skull in punishment for the shift. Blood rushes, making me dizzy. My body slumps backward, the floor is bumpy.

Small fingertips tug at the burlap till its ridded of. The light is unwelcome, I squint- eyes flooding with tears from the pain.

"Holy shit."

Birdie.

She has maneuvered her way onto her knees. Her brunette eyes are wide, urgent. Her palms, tied together alongside her ankles, press against the spot where my skull pounds most. When she pulls them back to analyze- they are stained crimson.

I wince.

She looks around urgently, but it seems as though there is nothing that satisfies her to help.

A van, we're in a van.

We hit a bump and it makes her fall back to the floor.

My gaze shifts toward the burlap sack once blinding me, it's all red. It's blood... my blood. I feel a drop of it fall down my temple.

Birdie struggles for a moment but manages to sit upright. As horrible as this situation looks, I cannot understand it. Not until Birdie speaks again.

"The case. Apple... they got the case."

I don't understand it at first. Birdie sees that when I furrow my brows... but it seems as though in an instant, it all floods back to me. The diner, The waitress, the case, the killers, and for some odd reason? The man with the piercing blue eyes.

Holy fuck. Holy. Fuck.

I can't stop it, I shake my bruised and bloodied head as my lips swell far too quickly for me to halt. They tremble, and my skull pounds harder as my tears begin to fall.

"Oh my god, oh my god..."

This is all my fault. We, my Birdie and stupid I, are trapped in a white van with vicious murderers all because of some mysterious case I had so I could afford Joel's meds.

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

"Apple, hey its okay."

"Birdie did they hurt you? Tell me they didn't, oh my god..."

Her jaw is tense, she shakes her head immediately.

"No, they didn't I swear. They just bonked you. Really fuckin' hard.

I slump in relief. A very small amount of it.

My eyes close, images horrifying and unwelcome flooding my scattered mind. I breathe deep, the smell of my own blood nauseating me instantly. Still, I think of mom... I think of how she would handle this.

I center soon. Not because I am strong, but because in front of me is Birdie. My eyes open again.

"Okay. Okay, Birdie. We're okay, I'm gonna get us out of here, alright?"

She doesn't believe me, I can see it in those frightened eyes. If I believed in a force above, I would pray right now, beg him for all the answers I need. All I can think of is mom, and Joel.

Fuck. Joel.

His meds are in my purse, and he's just missed them. He's alone, he's worried.

The man isn't my biological father, he is Birdie's... but it never made him feel like any less of a dad to me... even if it was just one-sided.

But now? I've gone and fucked it all up, thinking I was going to save him. My tears threaten to poke at my gaze again but I stifle them, wincing as another droplet of blood travels down my sunken face. Down my cheekbone and jaw, dripping from my chin. My eyes watch as it falls, staining the lump in my pocket.

Birdie's gift...

Wait...

Birdie's gift!

"Birdie, listen... I need you to help me alright? Reach in my pocket and pull out the box."

She nods, doing so immediately with much struggle. Still? By some miracle she manages, even while bound by the burlap round her wrists. I instruct her to bring it to my teeth and I tug on the ribbon with them, using my nose to push the cover off.

"Holy shit, is this my gift?"

I smile sadly, "Happy birthday, Birdie."

She smiles back just the same. Birdie places the box in my lap and pulls the oak wood pocket knife with the engraving of a lightning bug upon it out from its olive box with cream ribbon. She shakily hands it to me just in time, just before another bump in the road sends her back on her bum.

My hands are weak, weak enough that it nearly makes me drop the gift from my grasp. One look at Birdie bound and it's enough to allow a shot of adrenaline to course through me. I meet my sister's suspicious eyes.

"Apple, it's a dull knife. We'll still be cutting by the time these assholes grab us again."

I shake my head at her,

"Birdie... the rope. It's burlap. Remember what Joel taught us in Haddonfield?"

A surge of remembrance and hope overtakes her gaze as she nods eagerly. Joel's voice echoes in my head.

"One cut, twist, pull, slam."

"I just need one good cut."

The knife is dull, very dull... but I am patient. I scrape the blade against the frayed burlap once, twice, thrice. No avail. Birdie frowns, knee bouncing as I repeat the same process four more times. The van is slowing now, just a bit. We gulp in unison.

"Try angling it more." She whispers, I nod.

Once, twice, thrice.

It's cut.

We both laugh in gratefulness and exasperation, and I glance upward to whatever imaginary or otherwise force looms above.

Please let this work.

Birdie and I speak and unison.

"One cut. Twist... pull... slam!"

I bring the burlap down on my knee in a quick motion and by some incredible grace? It snaps in two. We laugh again.

"Fuck yeah dude. Hurry!"

I create quick friction as I drag the blade back and forth upon the burlap on my ankles, once it's halfway split- I push both of my feet in opposite directions and the rope snaps again. My luck is slowly resurfacing.

I cannot control the hopeful tears that flood my eyes, I sniffle and wipe at them as I crawl to Birdie and begin working on the rope.

"Wait! Check the doors first."

She's right, we need to escape quick. Everything aches within me as I manage to drag myself to the metal doors at the very back of the van where we are caged. My luck once again dances in a joyous victory.

"It locks from the inside, bird."

She sighs in relief as I click the lock open.

"Some shitty kidnappers, huh?"

I smile at her humor, only to make her feel at ease but in actuality? I wasn't listening, only rushing back on all fours to keep cutting at the burlap rope. I make quick work of the wrists, as does she at breaking free. She flexes her fingertips happily.

"Just one more to go..." I whisper, cutting quickly at the burlap round her ankles.

"Okay bird, hard as you can, kick one foot out and one foot in." She nods, but god- she's small. Strong, but small. It doesn't work. Fear bites at the skin between her brows with a wrinkle.

"It's okay, its okay... again."

She tries harder this time, but the rope remains in tact. The van goes slower now.

"Fuck. Just go, Apple. Go!"

More tears flood me, fearful ones now. I grip her chin between by index and thumb, forcing her to look at my eyes. My voice is guttural.

"Hey. No, mm mm. I'm not leaving here without you, do you understand me? One more time, come on Birdie. Harder!"

She tries again, but nothing.

"Fuck!" I cry, sliding the blade back and forth upon the rope as quick as I can, as urgent as I can. Both of our eyes are wide, and even wider when we hear the doorknob to the front cab turn.

I drop the knife, not bothering with the stupid fucking thing any longer and I tug hard as I can on the rope, cutting up my palms red and splintered in the process.

We don't have time.

"Nonononono please, please god." I whisper.

The door opens.

"Hmm, maybe next time you start to play with my locks- you'll think about who's in control of them." The man, jet black hair and suited towers over us.

I push Birdie to the corner and grasp the knife in my unstable, sliced palms.

"Hey, get the fuck back!" I spit, but it only makes the man smirk.

"Oh how sweet and incredibly stupid of you. What a brave sister."

I yelp as he makes quick work of bending my wrist back in a direction it wasn't crafted to be in. The knife falls, clattering against the floor as the van speeds up again. Quickly, urgently for some reason.

"He's on us, El!"

"Then faster, you imbecile!"

My wrist is still bent, but the pain becomes white noise when I gaze up at the man for the first time since the diner.

I chill, immediately.

"You've been enough trouble... Stupidly so, you've made me hungry from all the work you've been."

Horrible, gray veins protrude from under reddened eyes. Sharp teeth emerging from that once perfect smile. Stalking me, prey.

My god.

He's a monster.

I shrink, hoping Birdie is smart enough to just close her eyes. She isn't.

"Die, motherfucker!"

She sticks him in the side with the pocket knife, yet I know my sister. She knows it isn't enough.

"Birdie!"

She ignores my cry, desperate and brave she is, pushing my body back with so much force I didn't know she could harness. I fall through the doors, the pavement greeting me harshly, slamming against me as my body rolls amongst it from the speed the van once travelled.

Birdie doesn't follow.

The same spot that throbs slams against cold road seven more times, till my vision is blurred and the concrete is flooded red. All of it hurts, all at once, so much so that I cannot pinpoint the pain anymore- only my exhaustion. I stop, eventually.

The sun mocks my unwilling eyes, meshing the clouds together to a mess of gray. A storm looming. My body betrays me once more, I can't bare to keep my eyes open any longer. I fight it still, weak, soft blinks before they fall shut.

I am fighting.

Birdie.

Voices. Distant but somehow close.

"My god."

Stiletto steps near me quickly, two fingers as icy as the palms upon me earlier press themselves against my neck. It's a woman, now. Another golden blonde, I think.

I part my lips, I can't speak. I can't cry out.

"It's miraculous Nik, for a human. She has a pulse. How on god's green earth did she survive that?"

Birdie. It's because of Birdie.

Boots near me upon the same pavement that bloodied me.

"Must be a miracle, Rebekah. Gather her, we need to regroup."

The fallen angel, the honey, that voice.

I'm exhausted. I can't listen any longer.

The voices are distant again, I am at peace.

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blu-joons · 2 years

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When Another Member Teases Him About A Hickey ~ NCT 127 Reaction

Taeil:

For some time, he’d felt Dongyoung lingering around him, eventually looking back and seeing a wide smile on Dongyoung’s face.

“Did you get any work done last night?” Dongyoung enquired, taking his chance and sitting himself in the space that was just beside Taeil.

“Not really,” Taeil admitted with a weak smile on his face, “once I got home, I just wanted to go to sleep, the work that I needed to do could save for another day anyway so it doesn’t matter.”

A hum came from Dongyoung, “I see, so Y/N did most of the work last night, mainly on you?”

Taeil’s eyes widened as Dongyoung reached across and poked against Taeil’s neck, leaving him flustered. “You noticed that?” Taeil timidly asked, sinking down.

“It’s obvious,” Dongyoung laughed back at him in disbelief, “I didn’t need to pay any attention to spot that thing.”

“Great,” Taeil mumbled, bringing both of his hands up and placing them around his neck, “I’m in big trouble now.”

“Honestly, I can’t argue with that at all.”

Johnny:

A look of confusion appeared on Yoonoh’s face as Johnny took a seat beside him, studying his outfit very closely.

“It’s unlike you to rock a turtleneck,” Yoonoh remarked, unable to stay quiet as Johnny slowly turned to look across at him.

“It’s chilly, it’s important to dress appropriately,” Johnny responded, hoping that Yoonoh would take his answer and look away, but instead his eyes remained watching him.

Yoonoh knew Johnny better than he thought, “you’re not hiding something, are you?”

Johnny’s head shook as his voice failed him momentarily, the clue that Yoonoh needed to know. “Why are you looking at me like you want to say something?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a terrible liar?” Yoonoh joked, the smirk on his face growing even wider.

“Has anyone ever told you to butt out?” Johnny quizzed, knowing exactly what Yoonoh was referring too at his shirt.

“I can’t help myself, a bit like Y/N too.”

Taeyong:

A hum came from Jungwoo as Taeyong passed him by, causing Taeyong to quickly stop and spin around on his heels.

“Now the noise that kept me up for so much of last night makes sense now,” Jungwoo hummed, taking Taeyong by surprise.

“What do you mean?” He innocently asked, refusing to admit what Jungwoo wanted him to admit to. “Was something keeping you up last night and stopping you sleeping?”

A shake of the head came from Jungwoo, “you know exactly what I’m referring to.”

Taeyong sighed as Jungwoo looked between his eyes and his neck. “Y/N and I?” Taeyong asked, his shoulders dropping as Jungwoo nodded back at him in reply.

“The noise makes a lot more sense now I look at you,” Jungwoo couldn’t help but tease, causing Taeyong to sigh again.

“Sorry,” he whispered, scratching over the top of his head as Jungwoo’s smile got wider and wider back at him.

“It’s a little too late for sorry now.”

Yuta:

There was an unusual silence around Yuta as he walked around the dressing room, eventually getting cornered by Mark.

“What’s going on?” Mark asked as soon as he had him alone, “you’ve been unusually shy all day, it’s completely unlike you Yuta.”

“Just be quiet,” Yuta warned him before moving his top down slightly, “I’m keeping my distance to make sure that no one spots these, and that no one teases me too.”

Mark’s eyes widened as he noticed the marks on Yuta’s neck, “what did you do?”

A roll of the eyes followed from Yuta, “what do you think I did in order to get these? Isn’t there a bit of an obvious answer to your question there?”

“Perhaps,” Mark shrugged, “but it would be much funnier for me to hear that answer come from you instead.”

“Go away,” Yuta groaned, pushing Mark away from him, “if you say a word about this to anyone, I’ll get you back.”

“How do you expect me to stay quiet?”

Doyoung:

His grip around his neck tightened as Dongyoung felt a hand grab at his, with Donghyuck trying his best to pull his hand down.

“What are you hiding?” Donghyuck asked him, although with a pretty good idea, he just wanted to hear it actually come from Dongyoung.

“It’s just a bit sore, I think I pulled it rehearsing yesterday,” Dongyoung stuttered, quickly coming up with a lie to hopefully keep Donghyuck quiet and get rid of him too.

A sigh came from Donghyuck in reply, “move your hand, I can give you a massage.”

A shake of the head immediately came from Dongyoung in response, “you don’t need to worry about that, it’s not that painful with me holding it right now.”

“Of course, because bruises can be pretty sore,” Donghyuck agreed, watching Dongyoung’s smile quickly fade away.

“You knew all along,” Dongyoung hissed, shooting a glare at Donghyuck as his head carried on shaking at him too.

“I just wanted to see if you’d confess.”

Jaehyun:

A gasp came from Yoonoh as a hand came to the collar of his shirt and pulled it down, pushing that someone away quickly.

“I knew I saw something,” Taeil laughed, the way that Yoonoh flinched enough to confirm his suspicions about what he saw on him.

“It’s nothing,” Yoonoh responded, hurrying to get his shirt back up and the mark that he, and the rest of the boys too, knew was pretty obvious on the left of his neck.

Taeil refused to let him get away, “aren’t you going to at least explain this?”

Yoonoh’s head shook back at him, “what’s there for me to explain? Y/N and I had a nice evening together which might have led to a little too much in bed.”

“Did you forget that you had work?” Taeil teased, unable to stop himself, “did you not think about your image?”

“I was a little busy,” Yoonoh whined, “I was relying on you to be one of the boys that would be nice to me about this.”

“I’m sorry, but this is just too funny to me Yoonoh.”

Jungwoo:

A shake of the head came from Jungwoo as he noticed Johnny creeping just behind his makeup chair, watching closely.

“Are you sure that you’ve got enough makeup to cover this up?” Johnny asked the makeup artist that was working closely on Jungwoo.

“Go away,” Jungwoo stuttered, shooting a glare at Johnny through the mirror’s reflection. “Can’t you just let me get my makeup done in peace, for once, without being disturbed?”

Johnny’s head immediately shook, “I’m intrigued to see what noona is going to do to you.”

His stare got firmer as Jungwoo willed Johnny away, “what do you think she’s going to do? She’s obviously going to try and cover up the mark for me.”

“I got that bit,” Johnny laughed, “but the game is to see whether she can actually do it, or whether you’re stuck.”

“I’ve got faith in noona,” Jungwoo protested, “if anyone can cover this up and save me, then noona can do it.”

“She doesn’t look so confident right now.”

Mark:

His eyes snapped around as Mark felt a finger poking against his cheek, shooting a glare across at Taeyong’s smug smile.

“I have so many questions,” Taeyong chuckled, knowing that Mark was looking at him as he continued to stare at his hickey.

“I’ve got a question,” Mark responded to him, “when do you go away and leave me alone? You’re like a kid who’s seeing a hickey for the very first time in their life Taeyong.”

Taeyong’s head shook back at him, “I’m staring at it thinking how stupid you are.”

A roll of the eyes came from Mark in reply, “it’s not as if I asked for this to happen, Y/N didn’t exactly mean for this to happen either, but we can’t change things now.”

“I don’t think even makeup will change this,” Taeyong sniggered, his smugness increasing with every passing second.

“Stop enjoying this,” Mark sighed, “you’re our leader, you’re supposed to help us in these sorts of situations, aren’t you?”

“This sounds like a you issue I’m afraid.”

Haechan:

His eyes flickered around as Donghyuck noticed Yuta hovering behind him, smiling weakly as he got closer and closer to him.

“Did you have a good night last night?” Yuta quizzed, throwing his arms around the tops of Donghyuck’s shoulders quickly.

“It wasn’t too bad,” Donghyuck responded in confusion, glancing left to see exactly where Yuta was looking. “I guess Y/N and I enjoyed ourselves more than we thought we would.”

A shake of the head came from Yuta, “it certainly looks like you had a great night indeed.”

A groan came from Donghyuck as Yuta squeezed him tightly, “I don’t even know how this happened, but now I’m stuck. Did you manage to see it straight away?”

“Put it this way, if you tell me that you’ve tried to hide it, I’d accuse you of being a liar,” Yuta explained to him.

“What do I do?” Donghyuck asked him, only for Yuta to shrug back at you. “Surely, you’ve been in this situation before?”

“Showing up at work with a hickey? No chance.”

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daisychainsem · 7 months

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Cherrygate - Rewritten

Author's note - This is my first try at writing, I replayed Love Island season one last week. Cherrygate gets me every time, they could have done so much. If main character is loyal she still gets shafted and blamed because of Erikah jealousy. I wanted to see if I could do something better, if you think it's awful sorry.

All grammar mistakes are my own and on my head be it.

Word count - 2000+

Disclaimer - characters are property of Fusebox.

Couple - Levi & Elena

18+ strong language

The Morning after Cherrygate

Elena woke for a split second she forgot about last night but only for a second before it hit her, she was hoping it was just a nightmare. How could he do this to her? After everything they had been through to get here...

“Oi, so it wasn’t a dream was it?” Tim calls over as her eyes glass over, she sits up offering a weak smile to Tim, “it feels like a nightmare,” she sighs wiping the stray tear on her cheek as she looks down not wanting Tim to notice but it’s too late.

He pulls back his duvet, Jen is already up, he makes his way over to his friend before pulling her in for a hug, “I didn’t see that coming. I thought he was really into you!” he huffs, “how are you feeling?”

She looks up at him, “I’m really upset,” her eyes become more glassy, “yeah, that was a stupid question, wasn’t it?” He weakly smiles at her as the bedroom door opens and Levi pokes his head in, he spots her awake with Tim consoling her.

He freezes on the spot, “oh, I didn’t think you’d be up!” He stood awkwardly not knowing what to say, “I’ve go to go....um...be somewhere less awkward!” Tim jumps off the bed and pushes passed Levi, “you messed up big time!” Tim whispers to Levi as he makes his way out of the bedroom.

“Leave me alone!” Elena spits at him before pulling the duvet over her head not wanting to speak to him, “I was trying to!” she heard him hiss at her before she felt the mattress dip and heard him sigh, “listen, I just want to say....” he’s cut off with the bedroom door opening.

He rolls his eyes, “oh great. Another interruption.” He looks over his shoulder at Cherry who just wanders in holding her phone, “morning everyone. I’ve got a text!” She smiles but it quickly fades when she spots Levi.

“What? It’s so early!” Rohan looks shocked, Elena pulls the covers from over her head, “why does this keep happening?” Allegra groans.

Cherry, today you and another Islander will take a trip to the local market. You must buy the ingredients you need to prepare a home-cooked dinner for the rest of the islanders.

#Onthemarket #foodforthought

“Right. Saved by the bell, I suppose!” Cherry awkwardly smiles, “come on, Levi. We’re going shopping!” He looks a little shocked, “yeah, ok! That sounds good! I think I was done here anyway, I guess I’ll talk to you later, Elena!” he gets up and Elena pulls the duvet back over her head, “I don’t think there is anything I want to say to you!” She calls out from the covers.

The other islanders look over at Elena under the covers, she heard Tim fill them in.

“Oh, Elena!” Talia takes a seat on the edge of the bed and pulls back the covers, Elena sits up, “I can’t believe he’d do that after he made such a big deal about recoupling with you!” Elena shrugs trying to not let it bother her.

“There has to be more to it,” Talia tried to reassure her, “he has been unsure about us,” Elena admits to her.

“I think you need to speak to him,” Elena laughs, “he’s a little busy right now,” Elena rolls her eyes.

“Ok, get ready for when he’s back!” Talia nudges her, Elena reluctantly gets up off the bed and heads for the dressing room.

A few hours later, Elena is sat around the fire pit as Levi and Cherry arrive back, she watches the islanders gather round the kitchen as she notices Levi looking for her as each of them make their way from inside. He looks disappointed when he can’t find her, but then his eyes move around the villa, she looks away not wanting to meet his eye.

She doesn’t move from her seat, or notice Jen making her way over, “you coming over to see what those two are cooking?” Elena shook her head, “rather not!” her stubbornness took over.

“He searched for you as soon as he came back!” Jen took a seat next to her, “didn’t look too hard, did he?!” Elena shrugs, “as much of a mistake he made he’s honest to his core. You must know what Jasper and Allegra are saying is complete bullshit! I think there is another factor to it. When we were playing never have I ever you remember he said he cheated?”

Elena nods, “I asked him about...” Elena looks, over to where Levi is, his eyes are already on her, he looks sad, his eyes pull away from her to the food he's preparing.

"I GOT A TEXT!" Tim calls out pulling all the islanders to him, "what is it?" Rohan asks, "let me read it. Islanders, it's time to find out how much you trust each other. Get ready to get wet in a game of sink or swim! #Trustissues!"

The islanders looks round each other, "this will be interesting!" Allegra teases the group. Elena rolls her eyes unenthusiastic, perfect timing! She followed the group out to the challenge.

Elena wasn't playing much attention until her name was called put, "next up, it's Elena and Levi! This should be interesting!" Jasper chuckles, the pair make their way up to the tanks and onto the platforms, she looks straight ahead, but she could feel his eyes on her.

"I'm sorry babe! I really made a mess!" He calls over in hope she'll turn to look at him, but she doesn't. Instead she looks down at the two buttons dunk or save, she hits one wanting this to be over, "hey which one did you push?" He calls over.

"Dunk!" She shouts back still not turning to look at him, "fair enough. You're hard to read sometimes!" She takes a deep breath not letting his comment get to her.

"They have both made a decision, time to count down!" Jasper smugly smirks, the islanders count "three, two, one!" But neither of you move…

Levi is confused, she finally turns to face him, "what people say and what they do are two different things. You should know that more than anyone!" She hissed before she made her way down from the tank.

She heard Levi sigh as she made her way back to watch the others, Rohan and Jake dunk each other which lightens the mood. Elena and Erikah are called up, "what do you say hun? Do I dunk you or save you?"

"Do what you want!" Elena calls over, "you always do anyway!" Elena mutters under her breath as she hits a button, the islanders count down, "three, two, one!" The water was cold.

Elena knew she'd dunk her, it made her feel less bad about dunking Erikah as she swam to the top, Erikah is holding onto the side as she narrows her eyes at Elena, "you dunked me! You actually dunked me!" Erikah hissed.

Elena climb out of the tank, "karma is a bitch or a dunk tank!" Elena smugly winked at her, pissing off Erikah even more.

Dripping wet Elena grabs a towel to dry off as the game continues, "Elena versus Cherry!" Allegra smirks.

Elena drops down her towel, she stood once again on the platform, she quickly glances at Cherry who looks apologetic at her. Elena pushes her button as does Cherry, "three, two, one!" Neither of them move, they look to each other in shock.

"I thought you were definitely going to dunk me! We should have a word later, ok?" Elena nods and they both climb down from the tank.

After the challenge Levi is in the kitchen cooking, he looks up as she wanders passed, "hey…" he says but it doesn't stop her in her tracks, she walked passed without a word making her way to the pool.

A few minutes later she heard shouting she looks up towards the kitchen where Levi and Mason are standing off until Jen pulls then apart, pushing Mason into the villa and away from the kitchen.

Levi's eyes meet hers from across the villa, she shook her head and turned away from him. His face falls knowing he was making everything worse.

Later that evening, everyone is getting ready for the big dinner, Elena wasn't really in the mood, Cherry sat down next to her at the dresser, "Elena, before we all head down. I just want to say I'm sorry about my involvement with last night! I shouldn't have kissed Levi, I came in here to make friends, find love and have a good time, but I messed it all up. I'm not saying it's an excuse, but my head is all over the place at the moment. I tried to put it to the back of my mind, but it's a bit hard when I watch him glancing at you all the time. I know that's not your fault it's Mason's, but I just feel like I'm competing with you for his attention. Which is why I kissed Levi…"

Elena stops her, "but you've seen me multiple times tell him, he is no more than a mate. So there is no competing for his attention. It all his end not mine!" Elena gets up and puts on her shoes, "I just wanted to explain why it happened and apologies," Cherry looks up at her.

"I don't blame you, you're not the one I'm coupled up with. So there is no reason to apologise!" Elena checks herself over in the mirror, "great! Thanks Elena!" Cherry jumps up a little brighter, "ready for dinner everyone?" Cherry claps her hands together before rushing downstairs with the other girls following her.

Elena flops down on a seat, she no longer has the energy to sit down and play happy islanders, within a few minutes she can her raised voices from outside. Rolling her eyes she pulls out a makeup wipe and removes her make up before changing into her pajamas.

It's a little quieter downstairs now, she pushes open the bedroom down and Levi is sat on the end of their bed, he looks up as she wanders over.

"Dinner was a disaster!" He looks back at his hands, "I heard!" She pulls back the duvet and gets into bed, he turns towards, "look Elena, I'm sorry about last night! It shouldn't have taken me all day to apologise, but I thought if we both cooled off first we could talk about it calmly. Erikah got into my head, telling me how all the boys fancied you…!"

She sat up and cut him off, "wait, so you let a girl, who is still pissed at me for picking Rohan at the last recoupling, get in to your head and instead of coming to me about it, you lock lips with Cherry?! How is it my fault the boys fancy me? I have told each and every boy that they were in the friends zone because I liked you! Makes sense!" She rolled her eyes at him.

"Erikah didn't tell me that!" He looks at her shocked, "you are the one I've been waiting to couple up with for weeks now we finally couple up you kiss another girl because of hearsay. How would you feel if it was Mason talking in my ear about you, making me doubt what we have and I kiss someone else?" Levi looks down, "I'd be upset you didn't come to me…" he looks up at her.

"Exactly!" She shook her head, he climbs up the bed, "I'm sorry! I still want us, if you forget me?" His face is inches from hers, his eyes flicker between hers, "only if you don't listen to jealous cows!" He chuckles, "I'll come to you before I do anything stupid!" He quickly peaks her lips making her smile.

He pulls her to his chest, she snuggles into him as the other islanders wander into the bedroom, Erikah frowns when she spots Elena and Levi cuddled up…

I'll deal with her tomorrow…

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littleoddwriter · 2 years

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I have a request for an Eli x Male reader where they're at Eli's and they have a play fight which turns into a make out session, just the fluffiest shit you can think of.

Playful | Eli Brooks (TGND) x Male!Reader

Hey there! Thanks for the request (and for clarifying in another ask which Eli you meant), I really hope you like this! :') I'm a bit unsure about the play fight because I didn't really know what that could look like, but I tried. Hope it's okay! ^^"

summary; See above.

notes; Male!Reader; Domestic Fluff; Play Fight; Kissing; Making Out; Short Fic.

At this point you spent most of your time at Eli’s place. His parents usually weren’t home, which gave you the freedom to do whatever you wanted. Often that just meant sitting on the couch in the living room and watching movies. Sometimes you listened to music and simply talked for hours on end. No matter what you were doing, though, you always enjoyed yourself, just because you were with Eli.

Right now, the two of you sat on that very sofa again. You had just finished watching Shrek in preparation for the second one coming out soon.

To be fair, you should have expected what Eli did then. He poked your side, causing you to jump and swat his hand away. He always did that when there was a quiet moment between you two. So yeah, you should have definitely seen it coming. But it was your weak spot. It was very ticklish and so a single touch could make you flinch almost violently. He enjoyed that a little too much every time.

Laughing at your reaction, Eli poked you again.

“Stop it, Eli!” you grumbled, slapping his hand away again before you held your middle protectively, trying to shield your sides from his index finger.

“Oh, come on! It’s fun,” he retorted with a huge grin on his face.

Glaring at him, you scoffed, “For you maybe.”

None of this was serious, though. Sure, you didn’t particularly like being poked like this, but it was Eli and so it was fine. He could do anything and you wouldn’t really mind. Besides you had fun bickering with him about it, so it paid off. Kind of at least.

“You’re worse than Donkey, you know?” you shot back when he tried to tell you that you were secretly having fun - and you did - and he poked you again.

Gasping, Eli looked scandalised, “Dude, shut up! I’m not! Take that back!”

Grinning, you leaned in and whispered, “Make me.”

Looking at you with wide eyes, Eli hesitated for a moment. This was still a new territory for you both after all.

But then he closed the distance between you and captured your lips in a fierce kiss. Immediately kissing him back, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him further in.

Eli shifted around a little, brought his legs up and straddled your lap without once breaking the kiss.

“You’re stupid,” he panted, grinning before he dove back in to keep kissing you.

“Says you,” you murmured against his lips in a short moment where he let up a little. Both of you chuckled heartily.

At last, Eli slipped his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss significantly. You actually haven’t done that before, but it felt good. It felt right.

Soon, though, you broke it off, turning your head to the side. He stopped immediately.

“You okay, man?” Eli asked, getting off of your lap and sitting back down beside you to give you some room.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just went a little further than usual and I just kinda- you know. Got overwhelmed,” you answered, still out of breath and feeling a little hazy.

“Me too,” Eli smiled shyly. You returned it, brushing your hand through his hair lovingly.

There was a comfortable silence between the two of you, then. Whatever had been pent up was released now and you were both at ease and simply enjoying the other one’s presence.

“I hope you know that even if I don’t listen to you when you tell me to stop poking you, I would never-”

“Eli, shut up,” you interrupted him, knowing exactly what he was going to say, “I know that. And don’t worry, I was having fun. We were just playing after all. It’s okay.”

“Okay, good,” he breathed softly, cautiously taking your hand into his. “I just don’t wanna mess things up.”

“Babe, you’re not,” you assured him simply, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

The moment you were just having was ruined when the phone rang and Eli’s parents announced that they would be back soon.

In a rush, you both cleaned up the mess you had created and went up to his room, where you would have to pretend to be just friends, rather than boyfriends. But that was okay. It wouldn’t be for much longer. Once you could - and would - both move out, none of it mattered anymore.

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A worthy sacrifice Pt. 3

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The first thing you realized upon waking up was the killer headache splitting your head in two.

You groaned, hands raising to press on your eyes.

Then you registered the voices. Right, a side effect of wanting a room so close to the library was the whispering sounds when there was a meeting of any kind.

You pushed yourself to stand up, only to immediately sit back down when you got hit with a shitton of dizziness. You cursed and blamed... Whatever you had been doing before blacking out.

But what had you been doing?

You scanned your memory and frowned when you realized you had no clear memory of what happened. The last thing you remember was... Getting ready to leave for a witch case? Maybe? Then it was just a vague recollection of a weird dream.

You made a note to yourself to stop drinking so much right before a case.

The whispering grew louder, so you tried to stand up again, slower this time. When no black spots appeared in your vision you walked to the door and poked your head out of the room.

The first time you tried to call out the most you could muster was a weak croak, and when even clearing your throat didn't help, you walked out, leaning on the wall for support. Really, what did you drink to make yourself so weak?

The further you went into the corridor, the clearer the voices got. You heard Dean's voice, and he sounded... Not pleased, to say the least. What a surprise.

"He's only asking for a few more days-" Sam was saying back.

"We gave him a week already. They are using their grace, and for what? Nothing happened. We can't keep them stuck like that for more time, it's sick!"

"Dean, please, try to understand," and there was Cas, "my brother feels personally responsible for their death and -"

"And what? We all miss them and we all have to live with it -

You finally made it to the end of the corridor, even if you were out out breath.

" So, ", you panted," Who's dead? "

Everyone stopped dead and turned, whip-fast, to stare at you. And then kept staring. And staring.

They all looked so spooked that you turned to check if a ghost had appeared behind you, but there was no one.

You turned back towards them only to come face to face with a wall of flannel as the youngest Winchester engulfed you in a bear hug.

"Sam, Sammy," you wheezed out, "I love you and all, but I still need air."

The moment Sam put you down Dean took his place, ending his own hug with a couple of strong pats on the back that didn't really help in the breath department, but you brushed off his fussing with a smile.

Cas didn't move, just stood quietly by your side, but you wouldn't have it.

"Come here Cassie. I don't know why but it's hug time, and that includes you too. Only if you want to, of course."

His hug was kind of awkward, but he was getting better at it.

"I'm glad to see you again," he said.

You opened your mouth to ask what he meant - it seemed a little excessive for a simple hungover - but a flutter of wings distracted you.

Gabriel had just appeared in the room, eyes downcast and looking defeated.

" Guys, I'm sorry. I tried everything I could but-

His voice cut off abruptly when he looked up and saw you. He stared at you for several moments, then glanced around at the others, as if to check they could see you too.

Sam nodded at the corner of your eye, and something changed in Gabriel's eyes. He walked straight towards you with hunted eyes. You wanted to ask him what was wrong, how you could help, but he reached you first, pulling you into a hug. His hold on you had a desperate edge and it brought tears in your eyes without knowing why, but you hugged him back with just as much strength.

"Thank you," you heard him whisper into your hair, and even if something inside you knew those words weren't meant for you, they were filled with a feeling so deep you found yourself crying in his shirt.

"It's okay, it's okay," he said, trying to reassure you, "I won't let you go again."

It took you two minutes to calm down, and even then you didn't want to let go. But you had to, so you forced your fingers open from where they were clinging to his shirt.

You stepped back and rubbed your eyes, hoping they weren't as red as thought. You looked around you and realized the others had left the two of you alone, and you found yourself grateful. It was bad enough already to have wasted Gabriel's time with your random tears.

You kept looking around, not really wanting to meet his eyes, but your eyes snapped to him when he took your hand to pull you closer again, and the look in your eyes made your breath hitch.

He was looking at you like - like you were some kind of miracle, and you felt yourself blush.

"Why are you looking at me like that?", you muttered, not really expending an answer. You stared at were his hands were holding yours. They were warm, and you liked it, but you couldn't keep them there. You had to collect yourself and-

"I love you."

Your brain audibly screeched as your eyes shot up, shocked, waiting for him to deliver the punchline, to say he was joking, because even if he hadn't ever been that cruel with you there couldn't be any other way, but no, he was the most serious you had ever seen him. His eyes were determined and sure and filled with so much affection and - and love.

You felt like you couldn't speak past the block in your throat, but you had to ask.

"Why?"

His smile was sweet and sad, but there was also steel in his eyes, like he was swearing an oath.

"I'm not wasting another chance."

You wanted to ask more, why was everyone acting so weird around you, but then he leaned toward you and you forgot what you were thinking.

Things were a little... weird, for a little while.

The good kind of weird, where you could stay close to Gabriel without having to hide your feelings for him, and you didn't have to sleep alone. He kept looking at you like you were his personal blessing, and that never failed to make you blush and look away, still unused to be shown such open affection. You still couldn't understand what an Archangel like him could see in someone like you.

"You are you," he told you the one time you mustered up enough courage to actually ask him, "You're kind, you help others. You literally fight monsters for a living. You are brave, strong yet gentle, and you know when to act up against those who deserve it. And your soul -" his eyes unfocused for a moment, then he shook his head - "You're so much more than what you think."

You didn't really know how to respond to that.

And then there was the boys.

The Winchesters, Dean in particular, seemed death-set in keeping you inside the bunker and out of the business. You were cool with it, for about a week. Not that you didn't enjoy spending time alone with Gabriel, but you both were starting to get restless.

Right now, you were trying, yet again, to convince Dean to let you go on a simple, alleged-werewolf case, but he wasn't budging.

"You're not coming."

"C'mon, Dean. I've been through a bunch of Apocalypses, same as you. I can handle this."

"I can handle this, " you said, not looking away from what were usually beautiful, warm eyes, but that now looked back at you devoid of emotions. You knew you couldn't possibly last long against him, but if you were going down, you'd be damned if you didn't save him first.

"-Ehy. Ehy!"

Snapping fingers in front of your eyes brought you back from that... whatever that had been. A flashback maybe? You weren't that sure.

"See?", Dean said, diverting your thoughts from looking more into it, "You're spacey, you can't go on hunts. You and Gabriel will stay here and search for infos if we need 'em.".

You sighed but agreed, knowing there was no changing his mind.

Satisfied, Dean walked away to finish packing his stuff, nodding at Gabriel on the way out.

That was another thing that had changed.

The boys seemed to have developed, if not a liking, at least a new respect for the former Trickster. It was about time, if they asked you, but you were confused on what exactly had made it happen.

You looked at the angel, batting your eyelashes, but he shook his finger at you in a gesture well practiced. This was another strange addition. He was usually the first to think about breaking the rules and have some fun, but he had become just as strict as as Dean in keeping you inside the bunker. He would stay with you, so there was that at least.

Making peace with the fact that you had been benched once again, you started to think on how to spend the evening.

You were comfortably curled against your angel's side while you watched a history movie. To be honest, you didn't really care about what the narrator was explaining, but it was interesting to hear Gabriel telling you how things actually went down.

He was in the middle of a recollection, hands moving wildly around to better prove his point, when a loud noise stopped him mid word.

It lasted for a good couple of seconds. When it stopped, you looked at him and blinked.

"Was that - was that your stomach?", you asked.

"No it wasn't." he responded, far too quickly not to be suspicious.

His words were punctuated by another grumbling noise.

"Yes, it was!", you laughed.

He crossed his arms and pouted. "I don't see the fun in this."

"That's a first."

"Ah-ah. Very funny, smart-ass."

He reached between the pillows of the couch and pulled out a candy bag, but you snatched it away before he could even open it.

"Ehy! That was mine!", he complained.

You waved your finger at him. "Nope. If you're hungry, you need to eat, and if you are gonna eat, it's going to be something healthy. Wait here, I'll go make you something."

"But we were watching a movie together."

"You still need to eat something."

You started to stand up, but he pulled you back down again.

"Compromise?", he asked, showing you a sandwich in his other hand like a peace offering.

"Acceptable.", you said, laying back against him.

"I still want my dessert though," you heard him muttering between bites.

You didn't paid much attention to it, it was Gabriel after all, but when the movie ended and you made to stand up you found there was something, or rather someone, holding you down.

You looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"I want my dessert."

You handed him the bag from earlier, but he shook his head. Before you could say anything he bent down and caught your lips in a breath-taking kiss.

"Sweeter than candy," he said when you parted, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

Caught between groaning and blushing, you hid your face in his shirt.

Unlike Cas, who discovered the place with you; and Gabriel, whose increasingly frequent visits (originally to annoy the boys) had become permanent with time and your developing relationship, Balthazar preferred to move around, using the safe houses he had all over the country. So it was a surprise when you walked into the kitchen for lunch and found him looking at Gabriel cooking with an almost pitying look.

"Oh, Balthazar, hi. What brings you here?"

"Just checking in to see how this annoyance of a older brother was doing. And I find him cooking. Wearing that."

"C'mon, Balthy, this is high fashion," Gabriel said, turning to show off his 'kiss the cook' apron. He looked at you with clear expectations, so you rolled your eyes and, ignoring your still somewhat present embarrassed at PDAs, walked up to him and lean up to kiss him on the cheek.

"Spare me the sugar, please."

"You're just envious that I get this beautiful soul all to myself."

"I'm just glad everything worked out fine after what happened."

Gabriel tensed, his movements at the stove no longer fluid but stiff, and you looked between them, unsure of what could have caused such a reaction.

"What do you mean? What happened?"

Balthazar looked at you, at his brother, then back at you. He opened his mouth to speak, but Gabriel was faster.

"Nothing happened, he's just being dramatic," he said, as nonchalant as he could. Too nonchalant.

"You don't remember?", Balthazar asked you then.

"What should I remember? Gabe?"

"It's nothing, really," he said, shooting a clear 'shut it' over your head, but the irritation was gone when he looked back at you. "Could you leave us for a moment? I need to have a word with him."

"Sure,"you said,"I'll just..." you made a vague gesture and walked out of the door, but you had no real intention to go far. You didn't like eavesdropping, but there was clearly something Gabriel didn't want you to know but that involved you, and your gut instinct told you it had something to do with how everyone was acting lately, so you stuck close to the door.

Even without looking inside, you could feel the tension in the room.

"Go ahead then," you heard Gabriel say, "Start your lecture."

"They don't know." it wasn't a question.

"The whole ordeal seems to have affected the memories related to it."

"And you don't plan to tell them."

"Not if I can help it. And you won't either."

"Oh, won't I?"

"No. And if asking you as your brother is not enough, I'm asking as the Archangel ruling over your garrison."

The shocked silence could be cut with a knife.

"You, pulling ranks? I never thought I'd see the day.", Balthazar said, voice thick with sarcasm. "Fine, have it your way, General. See how it ends."

Even the flutter of his wings sounded offended, and you didn't know how to act.

What could have possibly had happened that Gabriel wanted that badly to keep it hidden? Even wreaking your memory brought nothing but a splitting headache.

You decided to let it sit in the back burner for a while while you decided what to do.

The spell was coming your way, and you were too slow to get out of the way, it was going hit you - but suddenly there was someone in front of you, slumping as the red mist hit them.

You run to their side, barely noticing Sam and Dean advancing towards the witch. Gabriel was motionless, and you frantically searched for a heartbeat, forgetting than angels didn't have any.

He started to stir, but the sigh of relief froze in lungs when he opened his eyes.

Staring at you weren't the warm, hazel eyes that you loved so much but they were instead completely overpowered by red.

You wanted to reach out and shook him, but a sharp pain in your side distracted you. You looked down and saw an angel blade piercing you. He pulled it out and watched you as you uselessly pushed a hand over the wound to try and slow the bleeding. You reached to him, asking for help, but he didn't move and-

You woke up with a gasp, a hand going to your side while the other searched for a weapon. You found none, your fingers closing over Gabriel's hand instead as he tried to calm you down.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt? What happened?"

You didn't answer him, too agitated to speak, instead grasping his head with your free hand and looking into his eyes. To your great relief there was no sign of red, only worried hazel.

You sighed, but it broke midway by a groan when a sudden burst of white-hot pain shot through your side. You curled up, trying to protect yourself from the threat, but it didn't go away. Then a cooling sensation washed over you, taking away the pain and finally allowing you to relax. It also helped to clear your mind, allowing you to understand what happened.

A nightmare. A very vivid one, but still, only a nightmare.

You unfurled and met Gabriel's worried eyes. The calming feeling still hasn't passed, and it took you a moment to locate the source: he had his hand on your back, where he was using it as a conduct to transfer some of his grace to you.

You jerked back perhaps a little too strongly, and you would have fallen off the bed if Gabriel hadn't grabbed your arm.

"Don't waste your grace on me," you said. He scowled a little. "Nothing done for you is a waste." he said, then, before you could object, he asked, "What just happened?"

"Sorry about that. I think it was a nightmare."

"Wanna talk about it?"

You hesitated. You didn't want to worry him, but it had left you shaken, and talking with him usually helped you.

"We where on a hunt, I think, and you jumped in front of me to protect me from a curse, and you went under. I tried to wake you up, but you-" your hand went at your side. It felt so real. "-you stabbed me."

You felt him stiffen, so you rushed to reassure him.

" Don't worry, I know you would never hurt me. It was just a bad dream."

Your words didn't help with the pained look in his eyes, and there was an current of desperation under his next words.

"Let me chase away the dream.", he said opening his arms, and you were quick to accept his invitation.

As time went on, you started to notice that Gabriel was, for lack of a better word, getting sleepy. It wasn't uncommon now to see him dozing off on the couch. He stubbornly refused to get a proper night if sleep, insisting that he was completely fine while drinking a cup of - very sweetened - coffee after another.

He also started spending increasing time in the gym, training from the base level instead of showing off with the hardest exercises like you had seen him do before. And every time you would ask to train together, or more specifically, spar, like it had become common for you, he would firmly refuse and walk away with an haunted look. He seemed to have no problems in spotting you, so you didn't understand the problem, but asking him brought no answers but a plea to drop it. You hated to see him like that, so you stopped, leaving you with the distinct impression you were missing something.

And the list of unusual little things you started noticing only grew longer the more time passed.

Like the sympathy in Cas' eyes whenever he looked at his older brother; or the increasingly common situations where Gabriel would snap and nothing would happen. He brushed it off with a laugh, but, when he thought you weren't looking, he would let out a soundless sigh, eyes clouded by a deep sadness and loss. He would look at you then, and a new determination, marvel and deep gratitude would cover the pain.

You, on the other hand, kept having these... Flashbacks? Nightmares? Negative daydreams? Where those even a thing? You didn't know anymore.

One moment you were examining a bakery's window, wondering if Gabriel or the boys would appreciate some sweets, when suddenly you were looking at another cupcake, one you knew had been made by your own hands for a special occasion.

"He really loves you," you thought you heard someone say. "You'd be surprised."

There was a presence, in those moments, that you were sure you knew from somewhere, but couldn't for the life if you pinpoint from where.

Then, just when Dean had finally allowed you back in on cases, it happened on a hunt. The vampire had lunged at you, claws ready to pierce you, and while you had manage to evade him, if only by a hair, a sharp pain in your side made you double over and black out. When you came back Gabriel was fussing over you, the vampire laying headless behind him. You reassured him you were fine, but the aching lasted for days.

Of course, after that no one let you go on another hunt for a week, but this time you didn't mind it too much, mind elsewhere. You had started to think every weird little thing that was happening was connected, that something happened, something that you didn't know, that involved you and made them so damn protective over you.

You couldn't ask Sam, Dean or Gabriel, they would never tell you, so you turned to Castiel, the angel who was infamously knows for his inability to keep secrets.

"Cas!" you called him. The others were getting ready to leave for a case, and Gabriel was waiting for you in the library, so you only had a short window of opportunity. "Just the angel I was looking for. Can I ask you something?"

"Of course. How can I help you?"

"Could you please try to convince the others to let me come with you? I'm dying being locked up in here."

"I don't think it would be a good idea. We don't want to see you hurt."

"Cas, I've been hurt before, it's part of the job,", you pointed out.

"I know, but please understand, your loss pained us deeply, my brother especially. I still don't know how he did it, but none of us want to risk losing you again."

You opened your mouth to ask him to elaborate, but then Dean called for him to hurry up, so he apologized and made to leave.

" Wait!", you called him,"Do you ever feel hungry? Or tired?"

"Not since restoring my grace."

You thanked him, and he smiled at you before following Sam out.

You went to the kitchen to make some coffee and grab some snack while you reflected on Cas' words. What did it mean, losing you? And now that you thought about it, it wasn't the first time someone used those words for you. They started after that witch hunt you didn't remember much of anything of. Maybe it was all connected.

You kept thinking about it while waiting for the water to boil, while you picked everything up and walked to the library, and what you found made you smile.

Gabriel was sitting on the couch, surrounded by books and fast asleep. You had tried to get him to try sleeping before, but he always refused, insisting that caffeine would help him just as much. Stubborn angel. It seemed tiredness had finally won.

You put the cup in the table and started on moving the books out of the way, then you sat down and carefully tilted him until he was laying with his head on your lap as you gently passed your fingers through his hair.

You sat there for a little while, quietly enjoying the softness of the moment, before you thought back at Cas' words. Something didn't add up. You frowned and massaged your forehead. Damn headaches. One seemed to always pop up when you tried to think more deeply about it.

You momentarily let if go and chose to look at Gabriel instead, his serene expression making you smile. It was probably the first ever you had seen him actually asleep.

Then it clicked, and the blood froze in your veins.

The only times you had ever seen an angel sleep was that time Cas' grace was getting weaker by the day.

Gabriel getting hungry. Gabriel snapping without anything happening. Gabriel getting tired to the point of sleeping.

How stupid could you be? His grace was vanishing and you were too caught up in your own thoughts to notice. But why didn't he say anything, when a part of his as important as his grace was -

"Someone offered something truly important for them in exchange for you. To have you back."

You clenched your teeth and pressed the heel of your hand into your eyes. Now was not the time for whatever this was, but more flashes kept coming to mind. It seemed your brain had made a connection and wouldn't shut up until you saw it too.

And then you did.

Barely there memories from that witch hunt no one wanted to talk about. Those weird flashback-like daydreams you had with increasing frequency about a perfect life in the bunker, too heavenly good to be real. Vague mentions of you being lost and Gabriel "bringing you back" somehow. The looks Cas and Balthazar threw at him. Gabriel getting more human by the day, but still looking at you like you were a miracle that could vanish any moment.

Tears started falling from your eyes, running down your cheeks and raining onto his sleeping face. Sobs that you desperately tried to keep silent not to wake him shook your body, waking him up despite your tries.

He blinked up at you, eyes still clouded, and raised a hand to your face. The sleepiness was gone in an instant when he realized what was happening, replaced by worry.

"Sugar, what's wrong? Tell me how I can help, please."

You just shook your head, hand still pressed against your lips to reel in the sobs.

Not knowing what else to do, he hugged you and let you hide your face in his shirt, holding you close until you had calmed down enough to talk.

"I-I died," you stuttered with a broken voice.

He stilled, then let out a deep sigh. "You remembered."

It wasn't a question, but you still nodded.

"Then you also remember that you didn't just die, I _killed_ you."

There was harness and pain behind his words, but you wouldn't let him stay in his guilt.

"It wasn't your fault! We've all done things we regret while under someone else's control."

"That doesn't change the fact that it was my hand holding the blade. And I couldn't let you go. It was my doing, so it was my job to fix it and bring you back."

"But you didn't have to. And your grace-" you inhaled sharply, needing to take a deep breath but still unable to finish the sentence. He kept looking at you with the same affection and calm resolution you had seen in him since you woke up again.

"Why?", you couldn't help but ask. "And why didn't you want me to know?"

"I was afraid it would... Ruin what he had, I guess. And, even if I knew you wouldn't hold against me, deep down I couldn't bear to see you look at me with fear or disdain, not when you are the first to see the real me in so long. And for why I needed you back... I'm old. I know, it doesn't show," he said, flipping his hair with an exaggerated motion, not succeeding in dispelling the tension but getting a watery laugh out of you. He smiled in victory before becoming serious again. "And with old I mean really, really old. I've seen a lot of things, outlived a lot of people. But I simply couldn't live in peace knowing you were gone, and by my hand at that. But I was too weak to bring you back. So I prayed."

You sucked in a breath. You knew how he felt about his family, especially his father, and for him to go as far as praying...

" Pops isn't really one to answer prayers, so I needed to get his attention.", he shrugged, like what he did was a small thing.

"But your grace?", you said. You couldn't understand how he could sacrifice something so important for him for you, a no one.

"It was the only thing I could offer. I was afraid it wouldn't be enough-"

"Not enough?", you said, voice cracking, "We're talking of a part of you, and you just gave it up? For me? I'm the one who's not worthy of such a sacrifice-"

"You're worth so much more than the grace of a runaway. I would have offered more if I had it. Low as it was, I'm still can't believe Dad accepted it and brought you back.". He took your face between his hands, thumbs brushing away the still falling tears. "And I'll never stop being grateful for it."

You still couldn't understand how he could be so calm and serene about it.

"But what if you regret it and come to hate me for it?"

"It was my decision to make, and I will never regret it." he said, voice filled with a certainty that came from a soul-deep conviction. "How could I, when it allows me to see you alive?"

"But won't you turn human once it runs out?", you asked, remembering how sad Cas was when his grace had been stolen.

He simply shrugged. "I made my peace with it. And it won't be too bad, especially if I get to get old with you."

Your heart was too full, beating too fast, to let you speak, so you just stood in silence, taking all of his words in.

He took it the wrong way.

"Only if you want to, of course. You don't have to put up with me for so long, I was just blurting things. Don't feel obligated to stay with me just because of what I did. You can do whatever you want, and I'd still be okay with it-"

He was rambling, and you were still too emotional to speak. So you threw yourself into his arms, holding on as with as much strength as you could muster, like you were trying to make him feel what you felt by touch alone.

"I'll take it you'll have me?", he asked with an hopeful note in his voice that made your heart clench.

You nodded, and fresh tears spilled from your eyes when he hugged you back with just the same emotions.

Part 1

Whatever may come, you'll face it side by side.

Part 2

#gabriel x reader #reader insert #spn #spn gabriel #supernatural #Sorry it's so much longer than pt 1 and 2 #I was as surprised as you when I saw the word count #Hope it's ok

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' did you have another nightmare? '

Nightmares had become a norm, just another ritual in the night. But it seemed as if they were increasing in both rate and intensity as they grew ever nearer to Baldur’s Gate. Was this a warning? A welcome home?

Melinoe had jolted up in a cold sweat, her claws digging into the bedroll beneath her so harshly that the fabric was now near shreds. Honestly, she couldn't even remember falling asleep by the campfire. She often tried not to specifically because she didn't want her nightmares to disturb her companions.

She must have dozed off while she'd been lost in thought and, rather than wake her, they all collectively decided to let her sleep and cover her with a blanket. The gesture was endearing, but at the moment she couldn't appreciate due to the vivid images of gore, death, and pain that flashed into her head.

Her eyes strung, Melinoe realized, and she quickly wiped at them with the back of her clammy hand to realize that she was wiping away tears. And, gods, did her head throb. She tried to blink away the pain, her chest heaving, and finally the black spots of her vision began to clear enough for her to see that all of her companions had awoken to her screaming and diligently poked themselves out of their own comfy tents to check on her.

Her nightmares had never been this bad before... she couldn't help but to feel embarrassed as she felt all their eyes upon her in varying expressions of worry and what her anxious, currently self-loathing mind perceived as pity. White eyes cast downwards, her hands fisting into the shredded bedroll.

It was Karlach who spoke first, perhaps the only one who really could figure out even what to say.

❝ I'm sorry... ❞ was all Melinoe could whisper out at first, her face flushed as she internally scolded herself for such weakness, ❝ I didn't mean to wake anyone... I'm fine. ❞ She knew that her words weren't convincing and even though all she wished was for them to return to their tents and pretend nothing was wrong, she knew her companions well enough to know that they would do no such thing.

Lina could hear the sound of Gale's pots clinking together as he gathered them, likely to heat some milk for the whole camp, the smell of chamomile as Halsin dug into a pouch for tea leaves, the familiar heat of Karlach's presence nearing beside her, the clinking of glass as Shadowheart plucked up two bottles of wine, the sound of splinting as Jaheira tossed another log into the fire, and the quiet shuffling of Astarion, and Lae'zel as they settled themselves quietly onto the sitting log nearby.

They were all awake now already, so why not sit together at the fire a little longer?

#askbox ; letters in blood #verse ; midst: shadow is the greatest teacher #masterwork ; the dark urge #infernalbarbarian #sonnet ; nyx

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sakura-chan-25 · 2 years

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Dizzy Day

Pairing: Lucifer x MC

Summary: MC feels dizzy, hates that feeling, so Lucifer stays with them until they're better.

Word Count: ~690

Warning(s): dizziness, a LOT of swearing, pet names (honey), a lot of groaning in annoyance

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"I'm dizzy", you mumbled tiredly as you let your head drop onto the table with a quiet 'thud'. Lucifer looked up from his paper work, worry in his eyes. You were in his office right now, sitting opposite him and doing some homework. You still hadn't moved your head and Lucifer was starting to think that you may have passed out, so just in case he called your name.

"Mhm?", you responded with the same tiredness lacing your voice from before.

"Explain to me.", he said and you groaned in annoyance, lifting your head again. You just told him you were feeling dizzy! What is there to explain?! You knew however that he meant more than that as soon as you looked into his red eyes. Your Symptoms, something that's bothering you...

You groaned again and almost yelled: "It's just so fucking annoying! I don't pass out! I have to feel every fucking thing! I have to feel my heart pounding in my rib cage, I have to feel how air is fucking hard to get into my lungs, I have to feel my hands shaking, I have to see the room spinning around, I have to feel the weakness of not being able to hold my body, because it's so heavy! But does anyone listen? NO! It's always 'well, maybe if you took your vitamins, you wouldn't feel that way.' WELL, MAYBE I took my vitamins and MAYBE they didn't help! Ever fucking thought about that? OF COURSE NOT!" You groaned for a third time and smacked your head onto the table with a very loud 'thud' and a silent 'ow' leaving your lips. Lucifer was quiet the whole time and listened. He waited a moment before talking, waiting for you to say anything else and you did. You let out one of the softest "sorry" he's ever heard and his eyes widened. He whispered a little "okay" before standing up and walking to where you sat.

"Why are you apologizing?", He asked softly as he sat down on the table and cradled your head in his lap. You didn't answer and buried your head deeper into his lap, appreciating his hand playing with your hair. "There is no need for you to do so. I'd rather hear you yell than seeing you bottle up your emotions."

"Lucifer, honey. That's exactly what you're doing, too. Bottling up emotions, I mean. I don't want to hear you yell though!" You said, quickly snapping your head up and just as quickly lowering it again and closing your eyes while grabbing Lucifer's arm for stability. "Are you alright?!", Lucifer asked uncharacteristically panicked, your comment completely forgotten as if you never mentioned it to begin with.

You nodded and put your head into his lap again. You didn't hear Lucifer's question the first time, so he had to ask you a second time. Only to realize that you couldn't really make out the words right now. You were awfully pale and your eyes were unfocused. Lucifer sighed. He couldn't ask you to move to the couch nor could he point to the couch. He still tried though. He poked at your shoulder until you slightly moved your head and pointed at the couch. Your eyes squinted, trying to figure out what that spot of blacks and reds (was there something bright/yellow-ish, too?) could be. It took you some time but you guessed that it had to be the couch with the window behind. (The colours wouldn't fit anywhere else in this room)

Lucifer still pointed and patiently waited for your answer. You made a confirming humming sound after a while, so Lucifer slowly picked you up and carried you over to the couch.

Once you comfortably laid there, he began to play with your hair again, making you feel even more drowsy than before. This time however it was because of sleepiness. He even put the spare blanket over your body! "But...Work?", you whispered out into the silence. The only response you got from him was a kiss on the forehead, soothing you a bit and finally letting sleep take over you.

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A/n:

Did I use that same "prompt" in my very first post? Yes

Do I care? No

That was not supposed to be this personal, lol. I hope you enjoyed and have a good day/night! :D

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me non-agere

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wonlouvre · 2 years

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📸 snapshoot #1

pairing: wonwoo x g.n. reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none (please tell me if i missed anything!)

word count: 568

💌: hey there again! happy 600+ followers! here is a sample of sort for the round 3 of opened requests :’) please do send some! just click here <3

“Can you please get off my boyfriend?” You plead with a hint of annoyance at Seokmin, who’s currently on top of Wonwoo. “Now.”

Seokmin doesn’t budge an inch, just giving you a cheeky grin to tell you that no, he’s definitely not standing up. Meanwhile, your said boyfriend just smiles without a word and even snuggles against his younger friend.

“Seokmin,” you whine and tug at his hand, a weak attempt to pull him up. “Wonwoo.”

Your change of tone opens Wonwoo’s eyes and catching your creased eyebrows and pouting lips, makes him go soft. He smiles when he sees your eyes looking like they’re about to spill the tears you seem to have been holding back. Without further ado, he gently pushes his friend to the side and sits up.

Seokmin finally stands to his feet, but you continue to narrow your eyes at him. He only shrugs his shoulders and pokes his tongue out at you and just when you could lunge at him, he was already sprinting away.

Wonwoo chuckles and takes hold of your hand and tug you close to sit on his lap. Now, you’re the one on top of him. Finally. It should make you feel better, but you’re petty. So, with pursed lips and crossed arms, you ignore your boyfriend’s kisses on your shoulder.

“What’s gotten my baby all pouty and whiny today?” He asks, lips still ghosting against your skin.

You try to keep a straight face. You know he knows how much you hate it when you’re being called whiny and he also knows how much of a weakness it is for you to be called baby. He’s using both words to test you and rile you up. It’s working and it’s not helping that his handsome face is so close to your face and deep voice so close to your ear.

“What’s the matter?” Wonwoo asks, now his tone is laced with worry. “Bad day?”

Another thing you know is that Wonwoo knows you and he gets you. Jokes and laughter are shared between the two of you and even among his friends. But once he notices that something is different, even the tiniest bit, he makes sure that he gets to the bottom of it. Most times you’re ready to talk about it and he’s all ears. But during other times you’re not, he’s also ready to patiently wait. He also makes it work. He always does. He respects and values both you and communication.

You sigh and wrap your arms around his neck. You bury your nose against his skin, smelling the faint scent of his favorite perfume. Wonwoo hugs you back by snaking his arms around your waist, one hand smoothing against your back.

“It’s nothing,” you whisper. “I just really missed you a lot and finding Seokmin on my spot annoyed me. No offense to him though.”

Wonwoo can only smile at your honesty. “Trust me, he wouldn’t.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologize and pull away slightly to meet his eyes.

Your boyfriend just shakes his head and presses a fleeting kiss on the corner of your lips. “It’s okay, babe. Now come on, let’s move this cuddling session to the bedroom. You could use some nap.”

Just one more thing that you know Wonwoo knows. He knows your heart and how much you love him. He knows because he loves you just as much.

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adorerdraco · 4 years

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Whole Lot of Red ✧ Draco x Reader

Summary: Sneaky meet ups with Draco where nobody knows the two of you have a thing for the other until the day he sees someone flirting with you and lets his jealousy get the best of him. AU where its around seventh year and Voldermort never existed so Draco never got traumatized !

Warnings: light smut/hinted smut, jealous/possessive-ish Draco, a little more mature themes

Words: 1.8K

A/N: aging him UP for this one ! and making draco a tad rude bc the way i picture it is just WOW also i like to try to change up the way i write him sometimes :) also couldn’t find this gif anywhere so if it looks low quality its bc i made it >:( i want so badly for him to walk up to me like thaaaat anyways I HOPE THIS IS GOOD

It was a funny thing, feelings, and the way they blossomed in places they had no business being in. Those very specific stomach churning butterflies and skipped heartbeats were unmistakably there every time you found yourself in the Slytherin Prince’s presence. It was a shame really, you had never even given him the time of day prior to the time you were forced to work on a Charms project together but now here you were; completely and undeniably entranced by him.

Your group of y/h friends and you were gathered in the foyer outside the Great Hall, the doors wide open and welcoming students for the lunch that was going to be served in just a few minutes. Your friends were lost in conversation and you couldn’t be happier as your focus darted around the room hoping to spot the platinum mop of hair.

Out of sheer coincidence, a boisterous group of Slytherins had entered the foyer from the direction of the dungeons, all talking loudly and jokingly pushing each other as they came into view. Your eyes landed on the laughing blond in the middle, his toothy grin almost twinkling under the sunlight that streamed in through the large medieval windows. His gaze wandered around the room for a moment before stopping on you, the smile on his face morphing into a smug knowing smirk.

A shivering weakness shot up your legs, your heart doing somersaults in your stomach as you recalled the previous night. It involved you sneaking out of the common room to meet Draco in a dark and hidden corner of the castle in the dead hours of night, his Prefect duties long finished and a looming fear of getting caught by Filch. It was you being backed into said corner, his body flush against your quivering one, a strong hand clamped tightly over your mouth to muffle the whimpers that unwillingly left your mouth as his lips left trails of wet kisses along the exposed skin of your neck and chest. It was his knee in between your legs, pushing you harder against the wall as your hands got tangled in his hair while he held your face in place by your jaw, whispering compliments and desires into your ear with kisses to it in between, smiling coyly to himself when he heard the small gasps of pleasure coming from you.

All this was because of a simple charms project, the two of you forced to spend a couple weeks together where it was constant bickering and malicious teasing until the tension between the two of you had gotten so overwhelmingly strong it was suffocating. It had gotten so unbearable that one day, Draco finally had enough as you were reading something out of your textbook for him, suddenly knocking it out of your hands and scooting closer to you on the shared bench, his minty breath hot against your face and darkening gray eyes flickering from your lips to your widened e/c’s as he whispered a breathless, “can I kiss you?”

Post study make out sessions quickly turned into sneaking away from friends throughout the day which finally led into slipping out of common rooms to meet at night. No one ever noticed nor caught on to the two of you, the both of you keeping it a secret so you wouldn’t have to deal with people’s undesired two cents.

As much as you enjoyed the hands on affection, you found yourself liking the intimacy afterwards even more. You looked forward to sitting down somewhere with him, his arms wrapped warmly around your body as you asked about each other’s day that branched out into talking about anything and everything. You would skip back to your room afterwards, smiling from ear to ear with your head in the clouds until one day it dawned on you; you were in a sticky situation of constantly wondering “what are we?”

You never dared to ask him though, terrified of his answer and that he would leave you in the dust for even bringing it up. In all your years at Hogwarts, you’ve never seen Draco with a girlfriend, he was the most well-known boy at school, an arrogant and proud Slytherin, a skilled quidditch seeker, and an irresistible flirt. But never having the title of ‘the boyfriend’, despite the countless girls that hung off his arms nearly begging for his attention.

“Y/N,” your friend broke you out of your thoughts, a sly smile on her face as she elbowed your side. “Your little friend is headed this way.”

You looked at her in confusion, turning your attention towards the tall Gryffindor, Trevor, that was walking towards your small group, a bright smile on his face as his eyes stayed trained on you. Your friends giggled teasingly, already knowing what his presence would ensue. He was nice, but annoying as he relentlessly flirted with you every time you had your Transfigurations class with him. You just chose to ignore him even though he always ended up sitting next to you or around you no matter how many times you moved. He was someone who you complained restlessly about to your group which caused them to laugh and poke fun every time he would come up to you around them.

“Y/L/N!” He said happily, attempting to give you a hug as he came up to you which you only begrudgingly returned with a lazy side hug. He took your hand, leading you a few feet away from your group so he could talk to you privately. “I was wondering if you wanted to meet up at the library after lunch to study for our test later this week?”

“Oh,” you trailed off, trying to come up with an excuse but in the midst of your thoughts you remembered you had already made plans with Draco. Speaking of, you had forgotten he was only across the room, unbeknownst to you that he was staring hard at you and your classmate. “I’m busy today.”

“How about after tomorrow?” He asked again hopefully. “We can even go to Hogsmeade after, butterbeers on me!”

You frowned slightly, knowing that this was not a friendly collegiate conversation, but another ploy to try and get you to go out with him. His attempts were increasing week by week and you denied him every single time yet he never got the hint.

“Still busy,” you smiled at him, hoping that if you were to appear nice, it would soften the continuous blow of rejection.

“I’m not going to stop asking until you say yes,” he sighs, hands slipping into the pockets of his robe as he longingly looked down at you. “You might as well give in.”

His hand came up towards your hair, a skinny finger brushing through a strand of your hair as he pulled a small fluff of lint from your robes before flicking it into the air. You stood frozen in place, the gesture being painstakingly too much for your comfort and borderline creepy coming from him.

Draco felt himself shake with anger, the sight of you smiling at the Gryffindor and that he was running his fingers through your hair made his blood boil. Greeting the git with a hug. You being led away from your friends by your hand. He hated the sight. The thought of any man other than him being so close to you made him feel sick to his stomach, a rage sparking from deep within him he never even knew existed. He watched as you looked up at the boy above you, a weird expression on your face that instantly let him know you were uncomfortable.

That was it for him. He was seeing red as he threw his schoolbooks into Crabbe’s hands, pushing aggressively past a pair of boys that were in his way as he power walked towards you and your classmate.

“Didn’t you ever learn to keep your hands to yourself?” Draco called out condescendingly in his haughty accent, his scowl deepening as he approached. Trevor’s head snapped towards Draco, a frown etching itself onto his face.

“Sod off, Malfoy,” Trevor sneered. “Go find someone else to bother.”

“Take your own advice, filth,” Draco shot back.

“Filth? You’re one to talk,” the Gryffindor chortled. By now, everyone within a few feet of the debacle was watching, entertained at the argument that was beginning to unfold, your friends and Draco’s goons staring oddly at the encounter. You only stood there, looking between both boys towering over you in a daze that left you paralyzed in your spot. You were so close to telling off Trevor before Draco came, feeling grateful at your delayed reaction now that he was there defending you.

“I’m not going to ask you again,” Draco threatened, stepping in between you and Trevor as he spoke. “Leave Y/N alone, or I swear you’ll regret it.”

“Why? You think she’d pick you over me?” He snickered. “We’ll see who’s the one feeling regretful when you find her making that decision.”

By now, Trevor had stepped up to the spiteful Slytherin, getting in his face with a patronizing smile. Draco’s face twisted up in anger as his temper got worse, shoving his competition back with the side of his forearm, feeling satisfied when Trevor stumbled back.

“Funny,” he laughed darkly, “I seem to remember her already making that decision every single day while we’re snogging.”

Multiple gasps can be heard throughout the foyer, including your own as you gaped up at the blond, his eyes staying focused on Trevor as he looked taken aback.

“You trying to say she’s your girlfriend?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

Your legs nearly gave out below you at his response. This was everything you had been hoping for recently, except not like this. But that still didn’t stop you from feeling giddy, however, the bliss of his revelation filling your entire body with glee. The ‘what are we?’ question being ripped from your mind with relief.

“Is that true?” Trevor asks you, a devastated look glazing over his eyes as you slowly nodded. He gives Draco one more pointed look, bumping shoulders with him before he stalked off into the Great Hall in a rush, everyone scattering around to go inside as well now that the show was over.

Draco turned to peer down at you, fury draining from his body as he admired you. He cupped your cheek, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on the opposite side of your face before whispering hotly into your ear.

“If he tries anything with you again, let me know and I swear I’ll deal with him,” he pulls back from you, smiling at you innocently. “I’ll see you later, darling.”

And with that, he sends you a wink, turning around to saunter over to his eager minions while your friends immediately rush towards you with a million questions that you would inevitably have to answer. This was not at all how you expected the day to turn out, not in the slightest.

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uppermocns-moved · 3 years

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𝘢𝘰𝘵 + 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘥

eren, armin, levi, jean

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 – nsfw (minors don’t like/reblog/respond), mentions of hard kinks, female reader. shifts in and out of canonverse/modernverse so use your imagination!

𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘫𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘳

always dominant. can be hard or soft dom depending on the mood.

into harder kinks (with heavy communication and consent): somno, breeding, impact play, breath play, free use, etc.

super high sex drive and usually always horny. when he’s bored, he’ll jerk off to pictures you’ve sent him and porn you’ve made together (he’s not camera shy), but never let himself cum, just lazily edge.

he edges for days at a time – not only goes it feel so fucking good, but it gives him thicker loads to pump inside you later.

obsessed with cumming inside you. he’ll fuck load after load as deep as he can inside you, watch in awe as it leaks out of you, then use his fingers to push it back in. he’s not shy about his possessiveness and this is just a further reminder that you’re his.

secretly doesn’t mind when you scratch up his back – he loves looking in the mirror and seeing visual evidence of how good he made you feel.

also secretly loves when you give him hickies in obvious spots. he does absolutely nothing to hide them, he loves reminding everyone of his place. it’s a nonverbal way of saying “i’m taken, fuck off”

wouldn’t care if he broke his neck from you riding his face. he welcomes it, actually.

heavily into bdsm (emphasis on the s&m), and dom/sub dynamics. while he loves perfect little subs that’ll treat him like some sort of god, he adores when you get bratty and talk back. makes things a lot more fun.

loves embarrassing you.

“my god, baby, can fuckin’ hear how wet you are.” “soaking your panties and i didn’t even fuckin’ touch you. what’s got you so wet, sweetheart? thinking of my cock?” “that felt good, didn’t it? don’t hide from me, pumpkin, let me see your pretty face.”

threesomes. foursomes. you name it. while eren’s possessive over you, he doesn’t mind sharing with his friends (if you consent, of course). he loves knowing how worked up everyone gets over his girlfriend, loves fucking you in front of them to show everyone how wrapped around his finger you are.

safeword! mean and rough is what eren does best. even while he’s slapping you around and calling you dummy, or an eager little slut for his cock, he’ll still check in with you and make sure you’re still feeling good and enjoying yourself. he may like hurting you, but he never wants to actually hurt you. never forgets aftercare, either, you’re still his precious angel that he loves more than anyone.

he’s incredibly vocal – dirty talk, moaning, growling, cursing, degradation.

if you’re too tired to go all the way, he loves mutual masturbation, or jerking himself off while you talk dirty in his ear. always wants to hear what you want him to do to you.

big fan of including toys, usually always fucking you with your magic wand on your clit.

sex without the power dynamics is still very intense and passionate. lots of making out, scratching his back and pulling him closer, deep thrusts, curses, eren telling you he loves you, kissing your forehead while you cum.

𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘵

doesn’t really involve himself in strict power dynamics. he’s very versatile and the role he assumes depends on the mood.

prefers biting over spanking and choking you with his fingers over wrapping a hand around your throat (but he will do both).

loves eating pussy and will tease you by gently kissing you through your panties. definitely bites your inner thighs. whispers to you from between your legs and tells you how good you taste. makes you cum over and over, each time moaning into your core and tightening his grip on your thighs to keep you right where he wants you. he only stops when you’re crying and twitching, physically unable to cum one more time.

loves when you’re rough and press his face into your pussy or pull his hair to guide his mouth where you want it. you can hurt him a little. as a treat.

loves when you grab him by the chin and pull him up for a desperate kiss after he eats you out for hours.

goes heavy on the body worship, especially when you wear pretty lil outfits for him.

memorized your body and knows it better than you do. he knows when you’re close, you can’t hide from him.

his possessive side comes out hardcore during sex – armin doesn’t share. he’ll bite marks into your flesh and use his sweet, soft-spoken voice to get into your head. he wants to be the only thought in your mind, the source of all your pleasure.

“mine. you’re all mine. not fuckin’ sharing you.”

if you want him to, he can be fucking mean. he contrasts his harsh words with gentle touches, or tells you sweet things while patting your cheek just a little too rough. it’s almost scary how effortlessly he can change his demeanor to someone entirely different.

loves when you come by to “help” him study (lazily jerk him off while he does his required reading and assignments).

actually just loves when you jerk him off for that matter, especially when he gets to rut into your fist until he’s overstimulated and making a mess of your hand.

easily excitable – just gotta kiss him with tongue all soft and slow and he’ll get all flustered poking against your leg

obsessed with having his mouth on your tits – sucking them, licking them, letting his hand palm and grope at the one not receiving attention.

eye contact is a massive turn on and makes everything feel so much more intimate. he’ll gently grab your chin and redirect your sight, or give your inner thigh a little nip to make you open your eyes again. “focus on me, sweet girl.”

armin’s weaknesses are praise and heavy personal attention. sometimes he’s stressed out and just needs you to take care of him. he’ll sit between your legs, back pressed to your front, and let you stroke him until he’s overstimulated or so pent-up from denial. it makes him dizzy when you whisper praise in his ear, telling him how pretty he looks and how good he’s being for you.

“you wanna cum for me, pretty boy? that feel good? you like when i touch you like this, don’t you? such a good boy for me, armin.”

𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯

no defined power dynamic/roles – you do whatever the mood calls for. sometimes he’s pounding you into next week, sometimes you’re denying him orgasms for two hours straight until his voice cracks when he begs.

that being said, levi is a natural brat-tamer and can be a hard dom when he’s agitated and needs to blow off steam. his job is literally to keep brats in check – he doesn’t tolerate insubordination or backtalk (sometimes you test that out though).

restraining your arms behind your back with his belt, spanking you until you can’t sit, reprimanding slaps, filthy degradation, punishing thrusts. he can be mean.

“soaking through your panties and i didn’t even touch you. pathetic.” “i wasn’t fucking asking. knees, now.”

he’s a masochist and loves when you scratch up his back, wrap a hand around his throat, bite him, pull his hair, etc.

borderline sadistic in the way that he will make you cum twenty times before he even considers letting up. he’s relentless.

loves watching you get yourself off, or make out with you while you get each other off

gets weak when you pull him in by the shirt collar

holds your hands :)

quickies are usually the only option due to your chaotic schedules. you get at least five minutes alone together, you don’t take it for granted.

slow morning sex is his favorite – the sun is barely peeking over the horizon and you don’t have to worry about the outside world yet. it’s just the two of you and you can really take your time.

starts off kind of shy about being vocal and you need to ease him into it

after he finishes, he’ll take a moment to caress and admire your pretty face and kiss your forehead, then make a teasing comment about how you’re sweaty.

gets a little carried away and accidentally rips all the buttons off your shirt

giving you head is a form of stress relief for him, he really just loves pleasuring you

takes incredible care of you afterwards – acts as a crutch when your legs are too shaky, gets you water, wipes away messes with a damp cloth, even runs you a bath if you have that much time.

“tch. don’t say i never do anything for you, brat.”

likes when you give him hickies in spots that his uniform will cover. it’s a secret that only the two of you are in on.

levi gets a little publicly affectionate when you return to your duties after having sex – still incredibly reserved, but he’ll ruffle your hair and look at you with the fondest eyes. maybe give your hand a squeeze if nobody’s looking.

𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘪𝘯

naturally dominant. typically a softer dom unless you provoke him, then he has no issue roughing you up and fucking you into a drooling mess.

so big and strong and loves any position that demonstrates that – fucking you against the wall with your legs wrapped tight around his hips, stand-and-carry, having you on top and bouncing you like you weigh nothing.

loves when you dig your nails into his back

slightly prefers ass over tits but is overall a leg/thigh kind of guy. includes feet. i’m so sorry.

stockings/thigh high socks/fishnets/garters absolutely knock him out

great stamina while you’re fucking but almost instantly falls asleep when you’re done. or just wants to cuddle.

mildly into somnophilia (receiving – loves being woken up with blowjobs)

praises you heavily while you’re riding him

“that’s it, just like that. good girl. good fucking girl.”

can get a little too romantic when he’s really close and not thinking clearly

“gonna make me cum, angel, love this pussy so fucking much. love you so fucking much.”

prefers cumming inside you but he’s really just happy to be included

he gets a little goofy during quickies and does things like bite your asscheek before eating you out.

secretly loves when you tie his wrists to the headboard and use him however you want. overstimulation is one of his favorite things, especially when it’s your hand forcing orgasm after orgasm from him.

generally into rope-play but also really likes using his hands and sheer strength alone

bite his bottom lip or gently touch his upper thigh and he’s instantly hard

he’s a hopeless romantic! masturbating alone isn’t the same! he likes dirty-talking on the phone with you when you’re not together, or he just waits until you are.

will break the headboard and dent the wall if he gets carried away

loves shower sex after stressful days

gets hard from making out – especially if you’re half-dressed on his lap and grinding against his bulge. sometimes he can feel you all warm and throbbing through your panties and he almost blacks out.

worships your pussy but he will actually start writing his vows the moment you take him down your throat.

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OKAY hey girl lemme j say how invested in this blog i am going to be . okay . so uh yuuji being the horny shit he is and texting you late at night to come to his room n you barely get through the door b4 he’s grabbing at you n telling you how much he missed your body n how he was *thinking* of you before n j URGH lemme get dat pls 🤲🤲

warning: body worship, eating out

itadori yuuji x fem!reader

AHDHSJJS FIRST OF ALL THANK YOUUU that’s so sweet!!! <3 second of all, girl i gotchu

“for fuck’s sake.” the shuffle of your sneakers along the corridor was almost too loud in the otherwise quiet space, phone screen lit up and reflecting back at you as you scrolled through the text messages that had gotten you into this situation in the first place.

one peaceful night was what you wanted. one goddamn full night’s rest. oh... but it was so hard to ignore him, no matter what time he texted you.

the amount of times you wanted to pretend to be asleep was outshone by the fact that you always wanted to talk to yuuji. eccentric and playful, he hit all the points on your ‘boyfriend checklist.’

arriving in front of his door, you sighed, clicking your phone screen off and stuffing the device into your back pocket—you hoped that he hadn’t asked you to come over to play uno at 2 a.m. again. the “can you please come over?” text had been fairly ominous, but truthfully you wouldn’t mind just cuddling up to him and falling asleep if he wanted.

you twisted the doorknob—he always left his room unlocked like a dummy (a cute dummy) and by this point you knew to spare yourself the knocking, knowing a reply of “it’s open!” would just reach you from inside.

the door creaked open under a single push and you stepped inside the familiar room, the movement already rehearsed in your mind during the walk from your dorm over to his.

“yuuji, what do you-”

heavy lips against the corner of your mouth interrupted you when someone pulled you into their chest—they’d missed your own lips in their haste but your mouth fell open in shock all the same, you squeaking as you stumbled into their arms, trying to find something to grab ahold of. your hands found warm shoulders to dig into as your regained your balance and you barely registered the click of the door shut behind you.

steady now, you untangled yourself from the person, pulling back to find yuuji staring back at you—of course it was him, this was his room after all.

he was already diving back into your lips before you could speak, and you know what? you let him. his mouth was hot when it pressed to yours and when his hand on your back pushed your waist closer to him and you felt the nudge of something hard against your leg, you decided he could do whatever he wanted to you at that point.

your arms travelled up from his shoulders to loop around his neck properly and he held you against him, so sweet and boyish when his tongue hungrily nudged between your lips, asking for entrance.

yuuji tilted his head back from yours enough to speak once he’d had his fill of shoving his tongue down your throat, hands wandering down to rub at you through your shorts. “do you know how long i’ve been thinking about this?” his voice was husky, eyes glazed over—he was lost to his desires already.

his fingers cupped your mound, shoving the pads of them against your cunt through the fabric, making you whine. “fuck, you’re so perfect.” a quick kiss to your lips. “always so much better than what i imagine.” another kiss, but this time, when he tried to pull away, you tugged him back.

you ground down on his fingers, nipping at his lips, legs shaking. “yuuji, h-harder.” he did as he was told, pressing along your underside blindly until he found your clit, knowing it was the right spot when you let out a surprised, “oh—”

then his hands were back on your sides (despite how much he loved the feeling of you melting against his chest from barely anything at all, the heat radiating from your pussy evident even without him directly touching it) and when he whispered, “jump,” into your ear, you did as you were told, his arms catching you easily and hoisting you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist, grinding your cores together. once again, you were thanking the universe for blessing you with such a strong boyfriend.

yuuji was pushing his face into your neck, breathing you in, babbling, tasting the skin—everything. “i’ve missed you. missed you so, so much.” his lips tickled, leaving behind a trail of fire and goosebumps in their wake, and you were holding onto him for dear life—it was as though sometimes he didn’t realize what he did to you (actually, you were sure that was the case now that you thought about it). he was always so needy, just a few hours apart seeming to drive him wild. it was flattering and you also maybe found it a little more hot than you probably should.

“couldn’t cum without you. mmm... needed your pretty pussy.” fuck. he just kept talking and talking, and the thought of him laying on his bed, frustrated, cock gripped in his palm as he fantasized about you only a few doors down was filling your mind, your wild imagination going straight to the building heat in your body.

from this angle, your head was just a little above his and you pushed lightly on the back of his neck to bury his face further into you, breath hitching when he bit at your collarbone. “don’t worry, i’m here now, baby. you can do whatever you want,” you cooed, finding it hard to keep your voice steady.

his movements paused for a moment, only his warm breath continuing to fan against you, and then he looked up, eyes wide. “really?”

leaning down to peck his nose, you swallowed thickly at the look in his eyes, nodding. “really.”

your head spun when he immediately turned on his heels away from the door and instead walked further into the room, dropping you onto the bed not far away. you bounced when you landed on the soft surface and tried to sit up, but yuuji was already crawling between your legs, hands planted on the covers as he leaned up to kiss you, gently pushing you to lay down. you allowed yourself to fall completely back, heart beating as you stared at the ceiling. yeah, you had ended up on his bed like you thought you were going to but... it seemed like your plans of cuddling had gone completely out the window.

a tug at your shorts had you glancing downwards, seeing that he had wasted no time settling in front of you, nipping at your thighs and tugging at your bottoms. yuuji met your burning gaze when he felt it on him, his lips attached to your upper thigh—it was a pretty sight, the blooming reds resulting from none other than your own handiwork on his mouth. his eyes were wide and lustful—cute yet making your stomach do flips as only he could.

“let me taste you, please.” hoarse voice begging, he was already running a finger close to your still-covered crotch, blinking up at you and waiting for permission. he was desperate, eyes flicking down momentarily to work your shorts down just over your hip bones as he placed a lopsided kiss to your clit through them. his eyes were back on yours. “can i? you want to cum on my tongue, don’t you? you’re going to let me tongue fuck you, yeah?”

fuck, fuck, fuck. “oh my god,” you whispered, taking in his wide blown pupils. you frantically nodded at his words, if only to shut him up before you came from that.

yuuji grinned and you were absolutely done with him because it was the same cheesy smile he always gave you and, quite frankly, it wasn’t fair if he was doing it while slick dripped out of you and onto his fingers holding your underwear to the side. you wanted to hate him for driving you wild by just being him, but it turns out you were incapable of that as well.

he buried his face in your clothed cunt, pressing light kisses to it and murmuring praise about how you were so perfect, fingers working to blindly pull your bottoms down. you helped him by shimming out of them and kicking them off to the side (shoes tumbling off when you pressed them off at the heel—you’d also pulled your phone out of your pocket and chucked it somewhere further up the bed for safe keeping in a single moment of clarity), spreading your legs for him to lean down between again, knees bent and feet planted firmly on the bed.

he took a moment to admire your pussy, the dripping lips fully on display before him, and for once he was quiet, nearly drooling.

“yuu-”

his tongue was on the folds and licking a stripe up, your thighs closing in to squeeze his head closer in surprise and you pulling on his hair, your grip so strong you were almost afraid of some of the strands coming loose (or you would be if you could think straight that is).

his hands locked around your thighs and he slid you closer to him, licking and sucking as though he were starved. you yelped and clung to the bed sheets as he dragged you closer, completely caught off guard by everything and legs burning as they bounced from the onslaught at your core. “yuuji-”

“such a good girl, opening yourself up to me.” he kissed your clit, lips so soft, and humming praise. “love it when you spread open for me. fuck, love it so much, always thinking about it.”

when yuuji’s tongue poked at your heat and then wiggled its way past the entrance, slipping in with little resistance from your wet hole, curses and whines fell from your lips. he worked the muscle in and out of you, curling it perfectly against your walls to hit the weak spots inside of you before he removed it to speak again, caught up in his own thoughts, saying anything that came to mind. his lack of filter had you pressing your fingers into the back of his head with a death grip, mind reeling.

“you’re perfect, so perfect. i love this pretty pussy.” yuuji flattened his tongue against your slit, words vibrating into you. “gonna make you cum from just my tongue. going to make this pretty pussy cum from just my tongue.” and that he did. if there was anything yuuji was, it was someone who could deliver on his promises. “it’s what my pretty baby deserves.”

you don’t know how long it took him, whether it be a few short minutes or long hours that had flashed by (you had your bet on the former considering you were already ready to cum for him as soon as he’d set to work kissing and grinding against you as soon as you’d walked in the door, although you truthfully wouldn’t be surprised at either option), but yuuji hadn’t let up once on you until you were coming undone all over his tongue, too fucked out of your mind to try to last any longer. his tongue just kept going, sliding along your folds to take up everything, relishing the taste of your jucies.

your legs were jumping at the feeling, chest heaving, and you tugged at his hair to pull him up—it was so good, yet almost too much—

when he finally emerged, lower half of his face covered in slick, he was on you again, pinning you to the mattress and kissing you—he’d quickly swiped the back of his hand across his face so it wasn’t too wet, but you could still taste yourself on his tongue, mumbling around him at the taste.

“yuuji—”

even though he had finally left your cunt alone, you still felt overwhelmed as his hands drew shapes over your skin, tracing up your sides and running over your curves. “perfect—fuck—you’re so perfect. your body is perfect, perfect, perfect. want you so baddd.”

you whimpered into his mouth, unable to reply in any other way. yuuji was nuzzling his face against yours, lips landing everywhere and no where at once. “you tasted so good,” he practically moaned at the memory. he licked his lips to taste you all over again and you could feel the wetness against the side of your mouth when he did so, your faces pressed so close together you could feel every little pull of his facial muscles.

“yuuji— ugh, fuck.” you shoved your hand in front of his mouth to stop him for a moment, his latest kiss landing on your palm and still somehow making you shiver.

his eyes were wide as he blinked down at you, hands stilled on your stomach. “babe?” his voice was muffled around your hand. “did i... did i do something wrong?”

“wha- yuuji, what? baby, no, of course not.” he let you pull him to rest on your chest and you stroked his hair soothingly as he tried to peer up at you, straining his neck. “you did so well. made me cum so well.” you kissed his forehead and he squeezed one eye closed when you did so, melting at the feeling. “i just think it’s time to help you out a little, hm?”

you cut off the protest he was surely about to make about how getting you off was enough for him when your leg purposefully brushed against the front of him, his dick solid on you even under the layers. he groaned and buried his face further into your chest. the opening and closing of his lips in silent pants rubbed on your breasts still hidden under your t-shirt—you didn’t even think he was aware of it, but you sure were—and he nodded meekly in reply when you mumbled out a quiet, “okay, baby?” into his hair.

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