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#I was wondering what would happen if they stepped through a wall into space
yanderenightmare · 2 months
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TW: NSFW, dubcon/noncon, slave darling, crude and derogatory terms, classism, abuse of power, death threats
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Thinking about the poor kitchen maid who's suddenly told she's to be the spoiled Prince's new chambermaid.
It hasn’t even gone a day yet, but you already miss your job in the kitchens.
Sure, the sweltering heat of the ovens always left you in a state of fever, and kneading dough from dawn ‘til dusk made your arms acidic with burns – unyieldingly sore – not to mention never getting a chance to sit down and rest before collapsing in bed at the end of the day. But the smell of freshly baked buns and the chance to sneak a bite out of those that came out of the oven just a bit too burnt for serving had always felt like payment enough.
That and not having to deal with the royal family.
You know you should feel honored. You know it’s supposed to feel godsend to be picked to become the Prince’s personal servant. But… there was a reason he so often required a change of maid.
You still remember the last one they’d taken from the kitchen. She was pretty and young and shouldn’t have been working there in the first place – that’s what everyone used to say before she disappeared.
You wonder if such words carry curses… and what you did to deserve the same things being said about you.
You nearly cried standing outside The Prince’s chambers, chewing on your lip with his breakfast tray in hand, wondering what rumors were true – if he really was as terrible as everyone claims – wondering where the other kitchen maid went and whether you’d end up in the same place… wondering what you could do to keep it from happening.
You don’t know what you were standing there waiting for, nearly pissing yourself when you knew he was still out – busy hunting down a couple of runaway servants for sport. It was almost as though you feared the room itself, as though it would bite once crossing the threshold. 
None of the sorts happened, though a gust of warm wind hit you like the breath of a beast once you opened the door.
Inside, there were around a dozen heads mounted on the wall – dragons, bears, lions, wolves, and other creatures you weren’t too sure of – all with mouths big enough to bite yours off.
You took only a second to look at them before they looked as though they’d leap from the walls and eat you alive, just like you’d predicted.
You set the tray of food down on the bedside table and walked to the bathroom to draw his bath – deciding work would keep your mind off it.
Stepping out a second later, you fixed a fire in the hearth and made to make the bed, stretching the duvet and the quilt over the massive mattress while eyeing the thread count with envy and the hand-stitching with awe. Left to wonder how many ducks had been shot to stuff the mountain of plush pillows he’d all but thrown onto the floor to make space for himself.
Walking through the steam to the bath again, you opened the cupboard to pick out soaps and oils – overwhelmed by the sight of every shelf stocked full of all sorts you’d never seen – glad you had somewhat decent reading skills – unlike many of the other maids.
Soaping the water, you sat on the edge and waited with a hand wading through the warmth – and while biting your lip, you let your mind wander again – daydream, like it so often did – imagining what it would be like to feel it on the rest of your skin, warm and smooth, sucking all the stress out and leaving you soft like a newborn.
He watched you enjoy yourself, his stark eyes calmly assessing what they saw with a tilt of his head – trailing from the tip of your worn-out shoes to the tattered edge of your grey maid’s dress, up your lap to the cinch of your waist where your white apron was bound – taking his time until your eyes fluttered open to find him standing there.
You nearly fell into the water, hopping up to a stance. “Sorry, your majesty- I forgot myself! Please forgive me.” You bowed, looking down at the muddy stains on your gray shoes – in anxious wait of his wrath.
But instead of a backhanded slap that would send you straight to the stone floor or a spit of venom which would make you flinch and cry, he spoke a calm and patient “Come here-”
Though spoken in a certain tone of authority that forced you forward in quick steps until stopping just short of him – still with eyes downcast.
“Mh, I'm glad they haven't run out of cute ones down there.” He said then, once you stood only a hair's length from him – voice just as calm as before and inspiring just as much surprise in you still, though now joined with visible confusion in the crinkle it caused between your brows. A furrow that only deepened once he reached out his hand, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“Your majesty?” You questioned.
“It’s master.” He corrected sharply, and you grew unsure if his voice wasn’t just cold rather than calm. “I like that better. Now quit wasting my time and undress me, slave – I have important shit to attend to today.”
You wavered only a second, feeling the words like a flick to the forehead. “Of course, your majes- master. Forgive me.” You blurted with hands quickly jumping forth to help detangle the knots keeping his robes together. 
Small fingers working hurriedly to appease him, setting aside the light leather cuirass upon his dresser once loosening it from his torso – wondering if you should tell him your name, though thinking better of it as he’d opted for simply referring to you as a slave instead of asking. 
You hadn’t been called that in a long while – slave – never by anyone in the kitchen, at least. You’d nearly forgotten it was what you were – a slave – and not just a busy member of the crown’s staff.
You bit your lip with another bow of your head, not wanting the Prince to see your face in its hurt while you undid the ties to the braces on his arms. The castle had become your home rather than a prison over the years, but… with the echo of your title wringing in that very heavy tone of his, along with standing there – bowing your head while undressing him of all fine body armor and robes – you couldn’t suppress the reminder of being of much lesser blood and birth. A fact that – despite never before having bothered you much – somehow seemed to strangle you now.
He’d dragged mud in with his boots – and given he’d not bothered taking them off, you were left to believe he wanted you to do it for him. And though humiliating as it was, you crouched down and began undoing the laces nonetheless – further feeling degraded while caressing the boot.
You pulled it off and repeated the action with the other foot – wondering if he meant you to remove his breeches and tunic as well until he, fortunately for you, lifted the shirt off and pulled the strings to the trousers himself. Leaving the undergarments in a pool on the floor next to you.
You kept your eyes down until he was completely submerged in the water, afraid to see something you weren’t allowed to – before getting up and padding back to the cupboard. You'd never been any lady's or lord's maid before, but you had been trained in the duties – and though heat rose to your cheeks at the thought of those duties, you still made to grab the soap and loofa in shakey hands before kneeling down on the stool next to the tub.
You’d never seen the prince if not from afar atop the castle balcony during speeches by his mother, the Queen – and had only ever heard of his appearance as something twisted and foul – but looking at him with his eyes closed, he really didn’t look as demonic as people had made him out to be. But further thinking about it, scrubbing his chest with soap and water and oil – you realized that none of those people were likely to have seen him up close either.
He looks every bit royal with his strength of face – cutting edges as though carved in marble, with chiseled muscles gleaming in the water and oil.
He was no doubt very handsome, you concluded silently – finally understanding why he was more of an eligible prince than what his attitude would otherwise allow – that, along with the kingdom’s riches, of course.
He sagged forward while you mindlessly amused your findings – though paying attention enough to take the cue – squeezing water onto his back with the sponge before rubbing over the broad flex of muscles, freezing once hearing him let out a heavy moan.
He leaned back again after you were done. Spilling water onto your dress once pulling his arms out to rest on the frame with a sigh – his chin tipped upward, lounging lazily on the back of the tub.
You reached for his face next – now with a silken cloth – stroking it lightly over the few droplets of blood splattered from when he must have cut into those poor runaways after hunting them down with swords and dogs in heel.
You shuddered some at the thought and must have let your eyes linger too long – or at least long enough not to notice him opening his – staring at you silently with eyes jaded in something that seemed to seize you by the throat.
“I’m sorry, ma-” You tried, but he seemed disinterested in it, reaching for you with wet fingers rubbing on the hem of your collar.
“You’re not dressed properly.” He said then, voice lazy yet loud – unimpressed, though not enough to be outright angry.
Gulping at the feel of his large hand so close to your neck, your voice only barely held it together. “I’m sorry, master. They hadn’t the right maid livery in my size, but I’ll have it ready tomo-” You started, hands folded neatly on your lap.
“Take it off.” He interrupted.
You blinked – tensing with your throat closing – sitting there stunned for a moment before mustering an ever so hesitant answer.
“Your majesty?”
“It’s master. Don’t make me tell you again, slave." He growled through grit teeth right at your face after yanking you close by the fabric of your shirt. "And you either dress properly, or you go naked. And right now, it looks like it’ll be the latter. Unless you want to be whipped for poor servitude?”
Your eyes – moon-big now while you shook your head – breathing thin through your nose. “No, master... I’ll undress.”
“Good.” He broke off your collar, dropping you back down onto your seat on the floor before rising with water rushing fast and heavy down along his limbs, dripping onto you as he stepped out with an unfettered splash.
You got up as well, beginning with the buttons on your shirt. Feeling him eye you while he wrapped himself in the towel you’d laid ready for him – his burning gaze leaving you goosefleshed and nearly in tears, bashful as you stepped out of your skirt – naked before him.
You didn’t dare look – even as he stepped toward you. Keeping your head bowed low – breath in shivers while eyeing the hand he reached for you, his fingers stopping just short of touching your bare skin.
“Clean yourself.” He said then, wafting the same hand to the tub he’d just used. Still filled with bubbles of lavender, though no doubt also of his own grime. But you wouldn’t refuse, no matter the degradation – your thoughts still lingering on the former kitchenmaid who’d disappeared not long after becoming the Prince's personal servant.
You stepped in, feeling the warmth close around your legs – still hot enough to prickle. Lowering yourself down, you sat there – swallowed by the bubbles with the loofa in hand, lathering your flesh with the mix of oil, soap, and water – brushing off soot and sweat – leaving you soft-skinned and smooth to the touch, but also riddled with goosebumps that wouldn't lower under the heavy leer the Prince was giving you.
“Get out and come here.” He said a short moment later, and you got out as told – taking slow steps toward the man, with footprints leaving soapy puddles in their wake.
He reached behind you to pull the pin from your worker's bun, letting your hair cascade in flowy wisps down around your shoulders – before brushing them behind you to clear your face and chest.
He’d dried off but didn’t offer you the towel – having dropped it into a wet pile on the floor – now reaching out to feel the smooth gloss of your breasts with brazen digits. Inspecting and assessing while caressing their weight as you stood there with your head still hung down low – silent and shivering.
Soon his hands fell from your chest down to judge your every curve, sliding over slippery slopes until reaching your cunt – stroking two thick fingers through the drippy curls found there. Gliding them between the lips, he circled your clit with his middle digit – tickling you – while dark eyes watched your lip quiver with a power-hungry gleam.
Stepping closer, the small smirk stretched on his face brushed your hairline where you tried bowing your head even lower in embarrassment – with brows tremoring similar to the hands hanging loosely by your sides.
“Aren’t you gonna bleat like a little lamb? Hmm... slave?” He asked then – low in a whisper, blowing gently into the sweat of your hair – cold enough to make you shiver even more. “The slut before you did….” He added with his smirk sharpening – lips stiffening against your skin where he brushed them in halfhearted kisses down your forehead and temple until reaching the shell of your ear. “I had to wring her little neck just to make her stop squealing.”
You sucked your teeth on impulse, jolting just a bit but not enough to make the dire mistake of moving. 
“I can tell you’re smarter. That’s good….” He continued with fingers kept at your cunt – playing your shivering core where you stood planted – dripping wet with bathwater and terrified of moving. “Weak little things like you do better understanding their place.”
Your hands formed loose fists, flinching at your sides as you kept from the urge to wring your thighs shut until he left your sensitivity alone.
“But smart or not, I believe you missed a spot earlier-” Both his hands found your hair instead. “So get down on your knees, slave.” 
One paw cupped the back of your skull in a ponytail while the other laid flat on your scalp, pushing you down until he had you leveled with his throbbing manhood – thick and high-strung – blushed red and strangled with veins – bobbing with might against the ant trail leading up to his navel and looking every bit impatient to be served. 
“Use this pretty head of yours to do better, and maybe I won't have to wring your little neck too.”
You eyed the swaying length with eyes crossing – sucking your lip at its intimidating reach and how it seemed to rise higher than your head – mumbling out a weak. “Yes, master...”
You dropped your jaw and produced your tongue – feeling him keep control of your head in his tightening hold, yanking your hair before you gave the large cock a flat lick – starting at the base of his balls until flicking off at the very tip.
Not too revolted by the mild taste of lavender and vegetable oil, you locked your lips around the head and sucked it in hopes he’d ease his grip.
“Sh-fuuhck- you really do know your place, huh slave?” He mouthed – his head hanging back in a heavy groan – holding your skull in both hands while using them to bob you against his crotch on repeat, lolling his hips inside the wet warm comfort of your mouth a little deeper for each time – only moaning with a laugh once you gave a whine for breath. “Sweet and obedient- just how I like- with a nice wet throat to fuck too….”
He thought of kicking you when you put your small hands against his thighs to brace yourself – but given how softly you held them there without nails and pinches, he decided he’d grant you the tiny mercy – thinking he’d later teach you to keep your hands on your knees when serving him head like a proper slave ought to.
Tipping his head back again, he looked down at you and the pretty curl between your brows and the cute sight of your teary eyes looking back up at him – giving a hiss at how it made his balls tug in excitement.
“Get up-” He growled, pulling you up by your hair and throat until you shoddily stood upright on unsteady feet – lightheadedly looking at him with dazed eyes and a wet pout. “’This tight cunt as loyal to the crown as your mouth, hm?” He asked with a hand smacking the soft place, making you yelp before he made to bury two of his thick fingers inside the taunt space.
You whined out softly at the intrusion – kept steady and close by the fist holding your throat in a choke – before he used the same hand to throw you over the bed – stomach first with a slap to your ass.
“Bow down, slave- and show me some fucking respect. You’re in the presence of royalty, remember?”
He mounted you with a pent-up groan – and a strong fist in your hair, pushing your face down into the mount of pillows you’d dallied with earlier. His knees dipped into the plush next to your hips, locking you beneath him with his spit-slickened meat resting between the soft valley of your ass, sliding between the cheeks impatiently.
Gathering your wrists in his other fist, he kept them crossed at the small of your spine – before pulling back and letting his cockhead fall right to your sweetly wet and welcoming opening – wasting little time in piercing it nice and deep in a direct aim – like an arrow shot straight through a target.
You winced and bucked your hips at the attack – feeling your walls weep and sting – fluttering hot around the size of it.
He leaned across your back – heavy against your shoulders with his mouth at your ear in gritty whispers. “I like docile slave girls like you who know a thing or two about pleasing a man. Good submissive sluts who understand they’re nothing but warm soft meat for men like me to devour.” 
His words groaned in nibbling bites on your earlobe – with a hand kept strict and harsh in yanking your head back for him as he slowly started dragging himself out and stuffing you so fast you couldn’t keep from yelping at the breach. Toes gripping the cold rocky tiles as your legs shook under you – being rocked into harsh and deep by the muscle strength of the beast on top.
“I'm not the first one you’ve bent over for, huh?” He continued with a grin, haughtily chuckling in low breathy condescension. “Probably the first one you’ve had take you in a proper bed, though, hm? And not in a hayloft on whatever dirty farm you grew up on.” 
Your fingernails punched into your palms where he wrung your wrists tight, keeping you pressed flat beneath him while he heedlessly rutted into you like you were nothing but his own snug fist. 
“I bet the whole village had a go seeing how pretty you turned out.” He laughed again, scoffing at it with his tongue tickling your ear. “Did they all fuck you like this? From behind like a farm animal? On all fours with your pretty face moaning in the mud?” Simpering, he sped up as though aroused by his own words.
Twisting your hair tighter and groaning louder against your ear – chasing your deepest parts with balls clapping hard against your clit.
“You’re all fuckin' inbreds- It’s a fucking miracle your filthy parents created something like you- prettier than all the bratty princesses I have to listen to yap all day.” He moaned – now fully drooling against your face, nomming on your ear with heavy breaths.
Fully draping you in his sweaty muscles, you lay gasping beneath the weight – cunt clenching hard around his shaft – making him hiss.
“Ah fuck- It's nice coming home to an obedient slave- so tight and warm- grateful for a royal cock in your poor slave cunt, huh?”
You winced at his pounding, so deep you felt it choke you – making your stomach fold and curl, trying to protect itself from the assault. “Yes- thank you, master- thank you-” You cried while he placed sloppy layers of wet kisses down your temple and cheek in return – until finally pulling off.
“Come here, down on your knees-” Ripping himself to his feet, he pulled you with him by the fist riddled in your hair and pushed you down at the foot end. 
Tugging on his cock in the other hand – quick faps in the slick – he kept you looking up at him while slapping the wet weight in sticky taps against your lips. 
“Open wide, slave- here it comes-” 
Only one more jerk and it all blew in thick white beams shooting across your face – spewing in clusters, hitting you once on your forehead and another over the nose - dripping to your lips into your gaping mouth where he focused on squeezing out the rest – tapping the plush creamy tip against your tongue while panting. 
“Mh-fuck- clean me off and swallow.”
With breaths heavy and slowing, he detangled his hand from your sweaty locks and made to pet your head instead. Gently running his fingers over your hair while watching you obediently kiss and lick up all the spill in tired and slow yet devoted strokes with your tongue until it was all prettily wiped clean.
“Good slave.” The Crown Prince hummed then.
Finally sounding satisfied – still with a lazy hand holding your head where you so faithfully sat at his feet, swallowing his seed, while his satiated cock grew limp in regard.
“Now go wash off while the water’s still warm, and come out and help me get dressed.” He ordered, voice groggily soft in the after high. “I have a full schedule today looking at potential brides… and I want my little farm animal by my side to keep me going insane from boredom.”
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BNHA – Bakugou, Dabi
JJK – Sukuna, Gojo, Naoya
HQ – Oikawa, Sakusa
BLLK – Reo
DS – Doma, Muzan, Sanemi
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wonderlandwalker · 3 months
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After All These Years | Finnick Odair x Reader
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THG Masterlist / Taglist / Inbox
Summary: You think he no longer cares, and he thinks you're better off without him. But the reaping for the 75th hunger games puts a dent in both of those thoughts
Content Warnings/Tags: Angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, insinuations of smut, kissing, once again not proofread
Requested by @rottingpeache: absolutely need to see enemies to lovers with finnick. “I really don’t like you.” “And I really don’t believe you.”
Word Count: 1k
A/N: No clue if this is actually enemies to lovers or just a poor attempt at it. I'm gonna go take a nap now but there is more coming cause the requests sparked something in me again so thank you to everyone who sent them!!
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None of you had expected it to happen, how could you? But you've learned by now there is no point in fighting it either. So when you heard Mags’ name being called out and you volunteered in her stead, you suppose it was simply out of habit. In a world like this, the only thing that makes you feel like you are surviving is helping others do the same thing. As you stepped forward you could see the cameras zooming in on your face, trying to capture every expression you were making. You saw the cameras do the same for Finnick. Years of being in an unwelcome spotlight had made his poker face almost unbreakable, but the small furrow of his eyebrows and the twitch in his gallant smile told you everything you needed to know.
It wasn't until the next day that he first spoke to you. Over the years you would see each other, of course, you would talk. But at all the events and all the parties you did nothing more than exchange pleasantries. But now he came out of your peripheral vision and cornered you against the wall behind you with his broad arms.
“What were you thinking, this might be the stupidest thing you've ever done.” His demeanour seemed angry, he seemed serious. But you had no reason to match it, you just wanted to get under his skin like he got under yours.
“Be careful what you say, you might actually be the stupidest thing I’ve done.” you wondered if he remembered, if he remembered the night you had spent together so many years ago, it had been the best night of your life, and you had no idea if he even remembered. If he did, he didn't let it show.
“Did you even think it through? You survived the arena once, and only barely, what makes you think you’ll make it out alive again.” His voice was a low rasp, and if you didn't know better, you'd say he sounded upset. But you knew better, Finnick had shown you his true colours when he started avoiding you, and you did remember that.
“I wasn't thinking, how could I? All I could think about was Mags having to go through it all again, you more than anyone else know she deserves better.” you were looking him in the eyes now, and it took all of your willpower not to melt. “My games weren’t that long ago, I did it then and I’m still here, I can do it again.” He stepped closer to you, eliminating the remaining space between your bodies, his chest against yours, and you could feel his heart skip a beat as he spoke.
“Exactly, I was there, and it damn near broke me too. I was there to piece you back together. But I won’t watch it happen to you again, I can’t let it happen. Because what if I’m not there this time, what if I'm not there to put you back together.” There was a stark contrast between his face and his voice. As you looked at him you saw his eyes soften, and it gave you a glimpse of the Finnick you once knew. But his voice was still filled with anger, and it snapped you back to reality.
“And how would you know what I can and cannot handle.” You were challenging him now, but he had you matched.
“Because I know you. Even if you don’t believe so, I know what youre like, I know how you think. You might believe I forgot, that I ignore you and go on with my life as if nothing happened. But if you were to actually think for one second you would see that I’m simply doing what's best for you, I just want what’s best for you but now you’ve gone and ruined all of it in one day. 
You’re at a loss for words, because maybe he was right, maybe you had gone and messed up everything with a single sentence at the reaping. But maybe everything was finally making a turn for the better, because for the first time, he was telling you he cared. And you’re thankful to finally see his thoughts shine through, but you’re overwhelmed too. So you turn around, you turn away from him, wanting to escape the confrontation. Except he’s not letting you go, not this time
“I really don’t care what you think Finnick.” You weren’t sure if you believed your own words, but you needed to get away from him.
“And I really don’t believe you.” You tried shrugging him off again, and you were about to turn away from him when you felt him grab onto your arm and pull you into him. As you looked up you could feel his eyes fixed on yours.
And so you do the only thing you can think of, you do the thing you want most in this moment right here, you kiss him. You tell yourself that consequences be damned, because even if he will hate you for it, even if you’ll regret it later, at least you have this one moment to get yourself through it, at least you didn't let your fears of losing him completely win this time.  You kiss him as if everything will be okay, because when you feel his lips start to move in sync with yours, it is. 
For a moment you think everything will resolve itself and you and Finnick can live together in a small house near the beach. For a moment you forget how much you hate him for everything he put you through. Because in this moment, if life could be like this moment, you’d forgive him for all of it. And you don't know it yet, but he’s even more scared than you are.
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hxxsxxngx · 5 days
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HEESEUNG 이희승 - STEPBROTHER
MINORS DNI
Word Count : 3.3k
Genre : SMUT
Content : step!sibling! (if you are uncomfy don’t read), begging, oral, nipple play, mentions of pandemic, unprotected sex, creampie. lmk if i missed anything!
Preview : After a pandemic took over the nation, how will you and your step brother cope with the house to yourselves.
Authors note : I hope you enjoy <3
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It was an unexpected situation being stuck at home with Heeseung during the pandemic lockdown. He was only a few years older than you, but at very different stages of life - you were still in college while he had already graduated and was just living at home to save money.
With both your parents working the afternoon shift at the hospital as essential workers, you two had the house to yourselves during the day. You figured Hee would spend most of that time holed up in his room, playing video games and chatting with his friends online like usual. And at first, that's exactly what happened. For weeks, he'd wake up late and then disappear into his room, the sounds of gameplay and his friends' voices filtering out from behind the closed door.
Meanwhile, you filled those lonely days by mindlessly scrolling on your phone or napping the hours away in your own room, emerging only to grab food. The house felt eerily quiet and empty even with Heeseung there. You were both just about existing under the same roof, going about your isolated pandemic existence in parallel lines.
Seung had always been the quiet, reserved type - never one to flaunt romantic relationships or bring many girls around. He kept things low-key, sticking to his close circle of friends whom he was intensely loyal to. Looking at him, you would assume he never had any luck with the ladies. But saying he NEVER brought a girl home would be a complete and utter lie.
Back when he was in university, every once in a blue moon, you'd hear some...noises coming from his bedroom late at night. At first, you tried to ignore it, but the sounds of rhythmic creaking and muffled gasps were unmistakable. Your face would burn realizing what was going on in the next room over.
Your bedroom happened to border his, the thin walls giving you unintentionally intimate knowledge of Heeseung’s occasional overnight guests. A soft feminine giggle would drift through, followed by his low rumbling tones, indistinct but clearly meant to be seductive. The telltale sounds of activity would start up again minutes later.
You'd lie awake, pulling your pillow tightly over your ears, trying desperately to block it all out. But it never worked - small creaks, breathy gasps, and rhythmic squeaks of the bedsprings would persistently filter through no matter what. On those nights, you couldn’t help but to slip your fingers into your panties, wondering what it would be like if it were you in the room with him instead. This would even happen on nights of complete silence. The thought of being fucked senselessly by your stepbrother was eating you alive.
But the next morning was always awkward. You'd have to look Heeseung in the eye over breakfast, knowing you'd been an unwitting aural witness to his private activities. He'd act like nothing happened, utterly shameless, while you averted your eyes burning with silent humiliation.
Those rare evenings served as reminders that Hee did indeed have a sexual side, despite his outward personas a quiet, studious homebody.
You were surprised but pleased when Hee first started initiating hangouts and inviting you into his personal space. At first, it seemed innocent enough - watching movies together in his room, playing co-op video games side-by-side, or even just sitting in comfortable silence as you both worked or read. A welcomed change from the isolation you'd both been existing in.
But as the weeks rolled on, those hangout sessions started awakening feelings in you that you never expected to have towards your stepbrother. With so much time spent together in close quarters, you began noticing things about him that you'd previously overlooked - the way his shirts hugged his toned arms, how his brow crinkled adorably when he was concentrating, the rich warmth of his laugh.
You found yourself stealing sidelong glances at him as he gamed, admiring the sharp line of his jaw and how effortlessly cool he looked with that headset on. Or zoning out while bingeing shows, becoming hyper-aware of him next to you on the bed, close enough that you could smell his subtle cologne and body wash.
At first you brushed off those wayward thoughts and traitorous flutters in your belly. This was just your loneliness and proximity talking after being cooped up together for so long. But you couldn't deny the way your skin grew warm whenever Heeseung’s hand brushed yours reaching for the popcorn. Or how your breath caught when he absently stretched and his shirt rode up, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of toned abdomen.
What started as harmless hangouts quickly began skirting a dangerous line once you registered the undeniable physical attraction simmering between you two. You noticed him sneaking appreciative looks at you as well sometimes. The shifting energy was palpable, brewing tension that went beyond just bonding as stepson and stepdaughter.
Those hangouts that once brought you connective comfort took on a new, charged meaning. You tried to bury the symbolic meaning behind Seung inviting you alone into his private bedroom sanctuary. But it became impossible to ignore when he started finding excuses to "accidentally" graze you with his knee or arm, sending tingles through you at every simple point of contact.
It became a delirious game of brutal restraint and forced obliviousness whenever you were alone with him. You overanalyzed every smile, laugh, and lingering touch, uncertain whether you were reading too much into the gestures or if he felt the same smoldering tension. The captive, heavy atmosphere only grew more stifling with each encounter until you knew something had to finally burn through and break.
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The bedroom door clicks shut behind you and instantly that familiar electric tension crackles in the air. Your heart pounds as you turn to face Heeseung lounging on his bed, controller in hand as he's immersed in another video game.
"Hey, wanna join?" he asks casually, patting the space beside him. Such an innocent invitation loaded with so much more weight these days.
You nod, trying to keep your cool as you settle onto the bed, your sides brushing. The warmth of his body so close to yours is utterly disarming. His intoxicating cologne and body wash surrounds you in an arousing haze. You try to focus on the game but are hyperaware of every subtle movement, every shifted position that puts your bodies even closer.
Jungwon curses as his character dies and you chance a sidelong glance at him. The way the words slip from his mouth is so insanely sexy. The tendons in his forearms flex entrancingly as he grips the controller. Your gaze tracks up to the sharp line of his jaw, admiring his beautiful tanned skin. You tear your eyes away before he catches you staring, but not before drinking in the broad expanse of his shoulders straining against his t-shirt.
As the gameplay continues on, you can't resist sneaking admiring looks at the man beside you. The man who has been awakening such unbidden feelings and cravings in you for weeks now. The chemistry between you both has built to a fever pitch you can no longer ignore or rationalize away.
Your entire body is hyper-tuned to him, tingling at every casual point of contact - his knee brushing your thigh, the tickle of his arm hair grazing your skin as he shifts positions. You imagine how electrifying it would feel to have those muscled limbs wrapped around you instead of just these maddening, transient touches.
Hee lets out a dramatic groan of frustration at another death, running a hand through his soft brown hair. You watch hungrily as his shirt rides up to expose a tantalizing strip of toned abdomen. Does he have any idea the effect he has on you with these simple, unaware gestures? The aching need he stokes in you just by existing so close?
As if he can sense your yearning gaze, Heeseung turns his head to meet your eyes. You feel pinned under the heated intensity of his stare, rendered breathless as he deliberately lets his eyes drag over every inch of you. The atmosphere thickens further with the sudden acknowledgment that you both feel this irresistible magnetic pull.
In that searing, loaded look, you see reflected the inner turmoil you've been grappling with - the tangled guilt over these unbrotherly urges warring with the feverish desire that leaves you undone at his smallest glance. The unspoken question of what might happen if one of you finally has the courage to act on those simmering tensions that charge every breath between you.
You can't take this torture any longer. Your mouth is dry, body humming with arousal and need as you open your mouth to finally break the silence. But Heeseung cuts you off by closing the scant distance between you in one decisive movement, capturing your lips in a searing, hungry kiss you've been starving for.
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He pulls your head down into a more passionate kiss. You could tell that he has been wanting this. These kisses started turning into rougher, sloppier ones. Your tongues were exploring each other's mouths. He is naturally such a great kisser. He knew what to do and when to do it. He even bit your lip a few times, which was extremely hot.
He sat on the edge of the bed and signaled for you to straddle him. Such an invitation could not go unaccepted, so you crawled onto his lap and continued kissing.
     Without even realizing it, you start grinding your hips while on his lap, creating friction that you both desperately needed. It was so subtle but so effective. It made your breaths shallow but you didn't want Hee to say anything about it. You tried so hard to contain your self but you let out a slight moan.
"Mhmm do you like that baby?, you didn't think I would notice what you are doing here?, don't worry because i'm really enjoying it to."
     WHAT? You think to yourself. "I'm glad you are enjoying yourself." he says as he slightly chuckles.
     This man KNOWS how to make you feel embarrassed, but he doesn't mind what you are doing and you surely don't either. It's as if he were saying these things to provoke you to do it more. So you did. You were desperate.
     You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. You could also feel his bulge get a lot more obvious under you.
     He gets to the point where he can't take it anymore. He grabs you and picks you up, in the same position that you were sitting on his lap in, and he turns you around and slams you onto the bed, having you laying on your back.
     His pants looked like they were getting tight from his  painfully large erection. You are so tempted to strip him of his clothes and have it your way, but, you knew that he wasn't gonna happen.
     He crawls on top of you and starts kissing you again. This time, more forceful and hungrily. He then starts kissing down your neck and your collarbones. He sucks on your sensitive skin, leaving purple hickies all over your upper chest and neck.
     Both you and him start breathing heavily. He pulls at the bottom of your t-shirt, signaling that he wanted to take it off of you. You lift your arms and he slides your shirt off.  You are left exposed with only a bra on. He goes in and starts leaving hickies on the exposed parts of your breasts.
     He goes back up to kissing your lips passionately while caressing your breasts with his big, muscular hands.
     You feel one of his hands slide down you back, you assume it's to unhook your bra. The feeling of his hand grazing on your back gives you goose bumps. He unhooks your bra and gently pulls it off of you.
     He admires your beautiful, topless body.
"I hope you know that I have wanted this for so long, ever since our parents got together" He said sincerely.
     You can't help but to blush. You are left speechless. You pull him down to give him another kiss.
     He pulls away from your lips and immediately goes down to sucking on your nipples. He swirls his tongue and it make you short of breath. "Ah~h~ you are so good at this Seungie." You hands are gripping his hair, fueling him to do more.
He stands up and towers over you, throwing his shirt off and to the side. His eyes were full of lust and determination. He ran his fingers up your thighs and stopped to hold them around the seam of your shorts. You lift up your hips, assuring him that it is okay to take them off.
He pulls of your shorts and your panties in one go. “You always look so fucking hot in these shorts when you walk around the house, but i’ve always wondered what you would look like with them off” he says in a deep, raspy voice. His bulge poking through his basketball shorts brushes against your naked pussy, making you so much more desperate.
“I have felt the exact same way about you” you return, leaning up and tugging at the waist of his shorts. “Please let me taste you” you begged.
He can’t help but to have a huge smile on his face and his shorts drop to the ground. His throbbing cock springs out, catching you by surprise. You imaged it to be big, but not like this. Heeseung could see the fear in your eyes as you knelt down to the ground.
“Don’t be scared sweetheart, I will make it fit”.
You don’t know of him saying this makes you feel reassured or more scared but you continued either way.
You grab the base of it and start off with small licks, trying to build up the courage to take more of it. He hummed a little bit when you put your mouth on it. He starts to run his fingers though your hair in the midst of it all.
Once you got confident enough to take more, you found yourself putting you mouth around it and sucking on it more. You start bobbing your head up and down. You were only taking about a third of it to tease him.
He is relieved from all of his built of tension finally being released by the feeling of your mouth around his dick, replicating the real thing.
He soon gets tired of you only sucking on the top and he grips your hair and slowly pushes your head a little bit farther each time, which didn't bother you too much because despite being scared of the size at the start, your throat seemed to mold to the size of his dick very easily.
He groans quietly because he doesn't want to admit that this good feeling has taken a toll on him. Suddenly, he pushes your head all of the way down, with the head touching the back of your throat. He repeats the motion, he is face fucking you with no shame.
The sound of you gagging on his dick and the sound of his quiet moans mixed together made you feel really good. Cute tears start rolling down your face and he looks down to you.
"You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth, and with the tears in your eyes... I almost want to take a picture and save it for later." he said admiringly
You wish he fucking did. You wish that you had met him before your parents met, so that you both could be together instead.
When he talks to you this way you can't feel any other way but than accomplished. You, making your stepbrother feel really good, was a hard concept for you to grasp, but you loved it.
He pulls out of your mouth and pushed your back onto the bed. He leans down and hovers him self over you. “Are you sure you want this” he whispered in your ear. You could feel nothing but horniness and desperation and all you could do was agree to cross the line that could never be taken back.
"Yes, please, this is exactly what I need."
He smiled at your words and starts massaging your clit with his tip slapping it on you wet folds. One he felt the time was right, he gently inserts himself inside of you.
"Fuuuck~" he said under his breath.
He starts with 1 inch, then 2, then 3 until he is almost all the way inserted in you. Giving you time to adjust to his size. He starts going in and out slowly, making sure that you are as comfortable as possible. You winced at the pain at the beginning, but slowly, the pain was turning into pleasure. You had never taken a cock this big in the past, the new feeling was exciting, but stung as well.
     He starts picking up the pace once you signaled that it was okay for him to do so. His face and chest was glistening with sweat which you found extremely hot. His deep breathing and the faces he would make as he was sliding his member in and out of you is something that you just don't forget.
“We should have been doing this a long time ago, I can’t get enough of this pussy” he groans
Your cheeks turn red at the thought that these forbidden feelings for your step sibling were not one sided.
     He starts going fully in and almost all of the way out with each stroke. He throws his head back in pleasure and his grunts and moans start to get louder. The pace is really fast and it feels like you are on a whole new world. The sound of your skin slapping together and the sound from how wet you are make the atmosphere of the room more intense. Your moans are all over the place, changing from whimpers, to gasping for air, or just screaming his name.
     He used his thumb to stimulate your clit. He was like a professional, knowing every trick in the book to make a woman cum. This in itself would make you reach your high very quickly, but you try to hold it back.
     "I had imagined your pussy to be heavenly, but this is so much better." Seung says smiling. He takes pride in making you really wet.
“It feels- So good” You choke up. A few more strokes and you could start to feel your orgasm approaching.
     "Angh, i'm almost there Hee." you say out of breath.
     "Hold it back for me, for just a little bit longer." he says. You are determined to wait until he says it's okay.
He pounds deeper into your pussy, brushing agains your most sensitive spot, making you scream out. His tip repeatedly pressing against your cervix as he bottoms out, as if his dick was perfectly made to fit inside of only you.
Your walls clenched around his dick and he became more breathless. “Let’s cum together”
“Please Seungie, i’m so close pleaseee”
Your cute begs sent him over the edge. He strokes getting slower and sloppier as he releases his seed inside of you. His dick was pulsating inside of you while you rode out your high, digging your nails into his back while trying to contain yourself.
He slowly pulls his limp dick out of you and grabs a rag to clean you up. He leans down to plant a kiss on your forehead. “You can not not anyone” he states sternly.
“Not a soul” you responded looking directly into his eyes.
He chuckles “I should invite you into my room more often”
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greatooglymooglyyy · 18 days
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hey hey i really like your writing and i was wondering if you could do a matt or chris imagine where the reader passes out during a video or something and they comfort the reader after they wake up. i passed out during my lecture today in front of everyone and it was not fun so this would really help me feel better and not as embarrassed please.
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Never Again (M. Sturniolo)
contains: fainting, cussing, mentions of not eating but no ED, kissing, fluff, 1k words
a/n: hi anon, i hope you are feeling better and i'm so sorry that happened to you. i kind of didn't know how to handle this request so i hope this is near what you were hoping for. love ya
“I got the rest,” I call out to the boys as I reach into the car and grab the last few bags left behind. But as I step back to lower the door, Matt comes around the corner and takes them from me anyway.
I roll my eyes at his fussiness and follow him back up the stairs. But as I near the top of the stairs, my head begins pounding and I lean on the wall for a second. We’ve been out running errands and shopping for a new weird food combinations video. Somehow with the busyness of the day and the nervousness I always feel before featuring on the Triplet’s channel, I completely forgot to eat today.
Chris peeks his head around the corner and his brow furrows with concern. “Matt,” he calls, stepping closer and extending his hand. I straighten and rush up the last few stairs, not wanting to worry them.
“What’s up?” Matt says from the kitchen, pulling a package of yogurt out of a bag. Chris still looks concerned but steps back, allowing me to go lean against the counter.
“She was-” Chris starts but I cut him off before he can get dramatic.
“I’m fine. I was just a little lightheaded.” I say with a sigh, ignoring the still constant pain in my temple. Matt flicks his eyes between mine and Chris’ for a second, clearly not liking what he sees, and comes over to me.
“If you don’t feel good, we can do this another day. It’s not a big deal.”
“Well no we can’t. It’s Tuesday night, we need a video.” Nick chimes in from where he’s setting up the camera across the room. When he looks up and sees Chris and Matt giving him looks of disbelief he adds quickly, “But obviously you matter more, friend. Sit this one out.”
“Stop fussing. I’m fine, I swear.” I say teasingly, pushing off the counter and stepping over to the table. Chris shrugs and goes back to unpacking the groceries but Matt sticks close, flicking his eyes to my face every few seconds.
When everything is set up, Nick starts the camera and introduces the video. I wave at the camera when they announce me as the guest and try to give as much enthusiasm as I can.
I eagerly take a bite of the salted watermelon, hoping having something on my stomach will help, but it just makes my stomach lurch. I feel sweat prickling on my forehead but I subtly dab at it, forcing a laugh at Matt and Chris’ bickering.
Just as I’m sure I can make it through the video, Chris opens the bottle of Tajin seasoning and the smell makes me weak in the knees. The edges of my vision start to blur and I reach out and place a hand on Nick’s shoulder for stability.
“Ma-” I start weakly before my eyes roll to the back of my head and everything goes black.
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“Back up. Give her space to breathe.” I hear Matt say calmly, the boys' voices sounding like they are coming from very far away.
“Is she breathing? Oh my god. I think I’m gonna have a panic attack.” Nick pants frantically.
“Bro, I think I broke my arm trying to catch her. Fuck that hurts.” Chris whines.
“Both of you shut the fuck up.” Matt snaps as I pry one of my eyes open. “I think she’s waking up.”
“Holy shit. Thank god.” Nick sighs in relief. “I’ll never bully you again, Y/N. Unless you wear those fuck ass shoes-”
“Nick. Don’t freak her out. You with me, baby?” Matt says softly.
“Ow.” I manage to reply, rubbing the spot on my arm where I must have hit the floor. Surprisingly, my head doesn’t hurt as much as I expected. Chris must have been successful in not letting my head hit the ground.
“You’re alright, baby.” Matt coos, his gentle strokes on my face pulling me back to myself. When I sit up too quickly and wince, Matt’s eyes widen. “Not so quick. Chill here for a second for me.”
I lean into him as I look around the room. Nick is on the other side of the room, biting his nails nervously, while Chris squats behind me near the fridge. “What happened?” I ask.
Matt raises an eyebrow at me. “You tell us, babe. One minute you were fine and the next you’re giving me a heart attack.”
I frown, feeling guilty, and reach up to touch his face. “Sorry guys. I guess I should have eaten something today.” I think for a second before admitting reluctantly. “Or last night.”
“Are you fucking kidding? Don’t ever do that shit again.” Chris snaps behind me, stepping into protective brother mode.
I sigh and nod my head. “I just forget sometimes.”
“Well remember. You’re taking years off my lifespan here, kid.” Matt says sternly but his tone is still kind. He presses kisses all over my face before standing and helping me to my feet. “How about we pause this and go get you some real food?”
“Really quick though because we still need a video and I would like to sleep tonight,” Nick adds, coming around the table and slinging an arm around my neck.
“Nick. I’m gonna push you down these damn stairs.” Matt threatens, turning to grab the keys before following us to the garage.
When we get to the car, Matt grabs my waist and pulls me into his arms while his brothers climb in. He leans down and places a sweet lingering kiss on my lips before he pulls away. “Never again, alright?”
“Promise.”
He leads me to my spot next to Nick and opens the door for me before jogging around to the driver's seat. I smile to myself at how much I love my little village as we start to back out and head to Cane’s.
“Y/N.” Nick starts.
“Hmmm?”
“What if you're like anemic or have low blood sugar or something? Maybe you should go to a doctor.”
I open my mouth to tell him to stop catastrophizing but Chris cuts in panicking.
“Nick! Don’t speak that shit into the universe. You’re freaking me out-"
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houseofanticipation · 6 months
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You're sitting with your friend Sam at a coffee shop, catching up. She's telling you about an instagram ad she keeps getting for some audiobook streaming service. "It's just crazy," she says, "because I was just telling Lucille I wanted to start reading more books but I never have the time, and then it's like instantly I'm getting these ads all the time."
"So what," you say over your steaming mug, "you think they're listening to you?"
Sam shakes her head. "Honestly I think it's almost scarier than that. They have so much information about us, they don't even need to listen to our conversations. They just know, based on everything they've gathered about me, that I'm probably someone who wants to listen to audiobooks."
"Well they can't be that smart," you say. "Because the only ads I've been getting lately are for something called Slut Cream."
Sam raises an eyebrow. "You must know I'm going to need more details."
You take out your phone and find an ad to show her. It's not difficult; literally all of the ads you see on instagram are like this. They're even showing up in other places now, on webpages you visit or apps you use. This one is one you've seen before: a beautiful woman in a crop top that just barely covers her nipples is proudly displaying a squeeze tube of the kind you'd buy sunscreen or toothpaste in. The caption says, "Being a slut isn't a hobby—it's a lifestyle! Step up your slut game with Slut Cream! Shop Now"
"I don't even know what slut cream is," you say. "All you get when you look it up is a bunch of porn."
"Well, obviously it's a way to step up your slut game," says Sam sagely. "What does it say on the website?"
"Oh, I'm not clicking the link," you say. "I don't want to encourage them! What I want to know is why suddenly this ad is all I can seem to see!"
Sam shoots you a wink. "Maybe you're just a slut. These data brokers know us better than we know ourselves."'
What neither of you know is that it's actually quite easy to buy online ad space, and they let you get pretty specific with your intended audience.
I live in the next apartment over from you. I've been watching you for a long time, studying you, listening to you through our shared wall. We've talked a few times, some terse conversation at the mailboxes or in the hall, which is how I knew enough about you to place those ads, with audience parameters so specific that probably only you and about five other people would see them. I had fun making them; hiring the model to do the photoshoot, dusting off the skills I picked up in that college graphic design course, creating a website for this fake business (though I'm disappointed you still haven't clicked through to see it). If you actually tried to buy slut cream, the website would tell you we're currently closed due to high traffic, and to check back later. Nowhere on the website does it explain what slut cream is.
A number of strange things happen to you over the course of the following day. On your lunch break you walk down the block to the deli by your office. You're in here every weekday, but today the energy here is different. People are staring you, side-eyeing you, having whispered conversations that stop abruptly when you get too close. As you're walking back to work, an old woman spits on the ground as you pass, you'd swear you heard the word "whore!" hissed under her breath. You wonder if you should say something, stand up for yourself, but she's elderly, probably confused, and you decide to be the bigger person.
In the hours after lunch, you're propositioned by no less than seven of your male coworkers. You've had to refuse a few invitations to dinner in your time, but seven in a day is completely out of the ordinary, and the things these men are offering to do to you go way outside the bounds of first date stuff. One guy tells you the conference room is empty, if you want to go for a quick fuck; another guy tells you he hasn't cum in a month, and if you sucked his cock he'd pump so much cum down your throat that you wouldn't need to eat dinner. Your boss even tells you he and his wife are looking for a third and he thought of you first, like he's offering you a big promotion. The strangest thing is that all of these men seem genuinely surprised when you turn them down. Like this sort of thing usually works with girls. One guy even says, "sorry, I was just trying to help."
It was pretty easy to hire actors for the deli and the street. You go to the same place every day, so I knew where they'd have to go and roughly when they'd need to be there. The harder part was getting your coworkers to play along, especially because I was picky about getting people who could sell the act. For a few of them all it took was money. A few of them I had to blackmail. For your boss I had to call in a favor, get his boss to threaten his job. He protested, but I think it made his cock hard, thinking about fucking you alongside his wife.
I keep this up for a few weeks. Anywhere you go I have people watching you, talking about you behind your back. I have people approaching you on the train, at the park, in restaurants, offering to fuck you like they're doing you a favor. You stay firm in your refusal—I wouldn't have expected any less from you—but I can tell it's beginning to eat at you. I watch you try to figure out what you're doing that seems to give all these people the wrong idea about you; you start to dress more modestly, talk less, even walk a little less confidently. But none of this will change anything. All it will do is make you feel more repressed.
After a month, I decide it's time to make my move. I could probably wait longer, but the anticipation is getting too much for me, and besides, you're beginning to get a little wild around the eyes. I'd hate to break you before I've had my fun. One evening, when I know you're home, I unlock your apartment with the duplicate key I had made two months ago. You're in the kitchen, washing dishes with headphones on; you didn't hear me come in. I leave the door open as I approach you, admiring the way you shake your ass to whatever it is you're listening to. I get right up behind you and stay there for a moment, lavishing in your innocence, feeling my cock strain at my belt as I imagine taking it away from you. Then I reach around front of you with both arms and plunge my hand into your panties
You shout in shock, fight back, try to push me off as the headphones fall off your head. But I've got you pinned against the counter, my full body weight against you, one hand down your pants, the other groping your breasts. Once you realize that fighting won't help, you stop struggling and ask me what I want. "Please," you say. Just hearing that quiver in your voice almost makes me delirious with lust. "Please, let me go. I don't want this, please."
I bury my face in your neck, kissing and breathing you in. You smell incredible, like fear and sweat and sex. I bring my lips up to your ear, let them brush against you as I speak. "Of course you want this, baby. You've been trying so hard to hide it, but you don't have to hide with me. Look, you left the door open for me." I let you turn your head enough to see the door hanging open just as my fingers find your clit. I'm rubbing you gently, tenderly, just the way I've watched you touch yourself through the webcam I have in your room. My other hand is under your shirt now and I'm squeezing your breast, rolling your nipple between my fingers, feeling it slowly grow full and erect. You try to stifle a soft moan and I kiss your neck again. "It's okay, baby. You don't have to be ashamed. It's okay to want to feel good. Let me make you feel good."
You clutch your face in your hands and let out a cry of frustration and humiliation and agony and pleasure. You barely know me; I'm the guy next door who sometimes looks at you a little too long. The guy you speed up to avoid in the hall. But that feeling radiating from you clit... You think how exhausting it's been, doing everything you could think of to change people's perception of you, get them to stop looking at you as a slut, how none of it has done you any good anyway. You wonder if you'd have had more fun fucking Jim in the conference room, or swallowing Dylan's cum, or having a threesome with your boss and his wife. And that throbbing in your clit, the agonizing pleasure...You remember that beautiful woman in the ad: "Being a slut isn't a hobby—it's a lifestyle!" You think about how happy she looked, how fulfilled. You remember Sam's words: "These data brokers know us better than we know ourselves."
It does feel good, doesn't it? To let me touch you, pleasure you, to let go of this act you've been holding on to. Isn't it okay to want to feel good? Why did you ever let anyone make you ashamed of that? You try out another moan, letting the pleasure well up through your chest and out your mouth. It feels good, so you try another, and another, and then you're leaning back into me, grinding up against me, delighting in the feeling of my hard cock against your ass.
"Good," I say. "You're letting go of those silly hang-ups. Now we can have our real fun." My hands still around you, controlling you, I half lead-half carry your trembling body to the bedroom. I throw you on the bed, face up so I can get a good look at your eyes, see what I've done to your mind. Those same eyes that have avoided me in the hall so many times now gaze hungrily up at me, wanting me, needing me.
Who am I do decline?
I pull off your pants and panties as a single unit, letting you take care of your shirt for yourself. I kick of my own bottoms, letting my throbbing cock slap against your leg as it springs from its confinement. Don't think I don't notice the way your whole body shivers when it touches you. I lift your legs and push your knees up towards your ears; you're remarkably flexible. It must be all that yoga I've watched you do at the place downtown. I've greatly enjoyed your visits to that place, so it's nice to see they weren't in vain.
You're afraid of me, all of a sudden. Maybe some part of you is seeing sense, realizing you'd have to be crazy to let a guy like me come into your home and fuck you like this. But what was the alternative? Have me rape you? Let me tell you, darling: I would have raped you. You feel the head of my cock gliding over your skin, exploring your inner thighs and pubic area, and tremble at my touch. I want this, you tell yourself. This is what a slut like me needs.
All the same, you cry a little bit when I penetrate you. It's not because it hurts—it does hurt a bit, but you're wet enough, and it's not entirely a bad pain. It's not because you're afraid—well, maybe in part, but that's not the core of it. You cry because you're finally letting go. Letting go of the person you used to be, or thought you were. It's the relief of knowing you don't have to pretend anymore, wrapped up with the mourning you feel when you lose a potential version of yourself. I lean across you as my cock fills you up, and tenderly, I kiss away your tears. "Hush, my darling. I'm here. I will always be here. I will love you despite what you are, when everyone else turns away in disgust."
My weight on you feels good, comforting. The way I press down on your legs, stretching you out, driving my cock so deep inside you that it brushes your cervix. It hurts a little, but is that any better than you deserve? Could a slut like you really expect to find better than this? Better than unconditional love and a desire to give you the pleasure you need?
I'm speeding up now, my face something like an animal, furious and insistent as I gaze down at you. There's darkness behind my eyes, you think, something cold and cruel. You thank God I'm on your side. My hips are like a hammer on your pelvis now, and with each thrust you feel my cock bulging inside you, throbbing and pulsating with anticipation. When I finally plant my seed in you, groaning and growling and pressing you further into the bed, you find there's something comforting about the warmth of my cum inside you. Maybe my seed will take root, make you swell up with me, make you mine. As I roll off you, huffing and panting, the tears begin to stream down your face again, this time from joy.
What did a slut like you ever do to deserve someone who loves you like I do?
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just-my-type-x · 1 year
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Heyy just wondering if you do requests, if so I was wondering if you could do a Colby brock one where they are in the shadow man mannor in wales and the reader is colbys 2 months pregnant gf, but like they haven’t told anyone she was pregnant yet, and she’s a medium and stuff keeps happening to her and the spirt box tells everyone she’s pregnant just like a very scary and worried and protective colby requests please.
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We start the investigation in one of the upstairs rooms, looking for the tall, dark shadow man that seems to scare the owners and the visitors of the house. I let the boys walk forward and I'm between Colby and Kat, her amd Stas being the last ones. We enter the room and a cold breeze washes over my face.
"Woah", i take a step back, almost stepping on Kat's foot. I capture everyone's attention. "Didn't you feel like a cold breeze hitting you?"
"No?", Colby answers and we keep on walking until we reach the center of the room. "So stuff starts happening already, we should hit things off. We have an emf reader, the well known spirit box and our ovilus.", Colby points to the devices that me and Sam hold. The small space of the room would normally make the air between us warmer. But now... I start shaking and the girls hug themselves, shivers running through our bodies.
Sam starts pointing the emf reader around the room, proving that none of our devices are at fault for the spiking.
"Woah, woah, point to that corner", i point with my finger to the corner of the room.
"Why? Do you see something?", Sam asks panicked
"I saw a tall, dark shape right there, i can't see it anymore but i still feel it.", from an instinct, i put a hand over my belly as a protective act and take a deep breath. The room got colder and the emf spikes to red. "Told you", i smirk
"That's insane", Colby smiles proudly at me and i bump into him playfully. "Are you feeling alright?", he asks me almost whispering. We kept my pregnancy a secret and we intend to do so because we want to make sure everything is safe and sound until we make the announcement to our friends and family. Nobody knows except us and it's so hard to keep things hidden, especially when the morning sickness kicks in and the four of us are having breakfast. Colby found out that i am pregnant when i was already a few weeks in and i took the opportunity of not having Sam and Kat one night around. I cooked dinner and made a type of date at home. After we ate, i told Colby i have something for him and reached for a gift box, where i put the smallest pair of shoes, my pregnancy test and a note saying "come back to us after ghost hunting". There aren't enough words to express his happiness when he realised what was actually happening. We both cried happy tears and ever since then, our relationship became even stronger. He's very protective over me and loves taking care of me. It was so hard for him not to call his parents and tell Sam about the baby, but we both knew it is for the best to have it a secret.
"I'm great baby. The place just freaks me out, that's all", i assure him and i put my hand back on my belly for a split second.
"Let's try the spirit box. Y/N said she's still feeling him, maybe the shadow man will come through", i nod at Colby's words and he turns on the spirit box.
I cross my arms at my chest and Kat does the same, both of us leaning on the wall with our backs.
Hi Sam
"I'm sorry what", Sam's eyes grow wide and tries keeping his calm. We laugh at his reaction.
"You're not coming back to Vegas", Kat jokes and we laugh even more.
Corner
"Are you in the corner?", Colby asks but i shake my head no before he would get an answer
"He's not there. He's closer to us, i just can't see him", i look around the room, but can't see anything out of the ordinary
Be careful
You carry something *interference* valuable
"What?", Colby asks, unable to comprehend the whole sentence
"Something valuable?", Sam frowns. "We have money, do you want us to leave you some dollars?", he looks around the room
I look at Colby who's just as concentrated as Sam.
Engage
Y/N
"Engage myself, what?", i chuckle
"i think conversation wise", Colby points out and we laugh.
"That makes more sense", i say and take a step forward. Cold air floats in the middle of our group. "Hi, I'm y/n and I'm a medium. I would love it if you would come forward so i could see you. We mean no harm, we just want to understand your world better", i look into the camera that Colby holds. "It's weird every time i say that". He chuckles behind the camera.
You should go home
Not your place
I'll harm *interference*
"You can't harm any of us. We'll leave when we have more answers", i say and i get dizzy all of a sudden, but play it cool.
You have a baby
Keep it hidden
My face goes as white as a wall and look to Colby whose eyes were wide and his bottom lip starts quivering in anger.
"What baby?", Sam asks confused and looks at Kat
"Don't look at me?", she frowns at him
Both Colby and i keep quiet and wait for something to happen.
Y/N
"Well fuck", i nervously laugh. I massage my forehead with my fingers.
"Wait what? You're pregnant?", Kat asks loudly and i look at Colby who starts laughing from behind the camera. He puts the camera on a chair and comes by my side. He hugs me from behind and puts his hands on my growing belly. Colby shows the shape of my barely noticeable bump and they hug us one by one, congratulating us.
"When did this happen?", Sam asks colby
"Almost two months ago. We wanted to keep it a secret until we made sure everything is going the right way.", he kisses the top of my head.
"We're so happy for you, this is insane", Kat says and holds my hand in support.
"Thank you, we love you", we have a group hug and go back to investigating. Sam takes the camera while Colby stays close to me.
"Can you give us a sign that you're here?", Colby asks and a loud bang is immediately heard. "Thank you. Can you use this device to talk to us?", he points to the spirit box once again
Leave
You're not supposed to be here
As the second sentence is said, the dizziness becomes heavier and i lean on Kat for some support.
"Are you ok?", she asks worried
"I'm fine", i lie, but she grabs my hand
"You're burning", she says and puts the back of her hand on my forehead to check again. "Yes you are", the boys stop the spirit box to check on me. Colby puts a hand on my back.
"I'm fine", i lie again and i clear my throat when i feel like i can't breath. I move away from Kat and Colby and try taking a deep breath but fail. I loosen the collar of my blouse and try taking a deep breath again, choking for the need of air.
"Leave her alone!", Colby's deep voice echoes in the room, but i manage to exit it before i see any improvements of Colby's demand on the ghost. I sit on a chair. "Y/N, baby", he comes and kneels in front of me, while i try to catch my breath as i feel like running 5 miles.
"I'm ok now.", i say and lean my head to meet Colby's lips. We both get up and we hug each other. "My neck is burning, tho"
I realise there's something wrong when he gasps and his angry look takes over. "You have finger marks on your neck", his voice breaks and my mouth falls open. Sam comes to check on me too, shocked of how real the choke hold looks. As we talk, the chair i sat on earlier, falls on the ground, hitting the back of my leg. I jump in surprise of what happened. Colby grabs my arm and pulls me into his arms, protecting me.
"You are not allowed to hurt any of us anymore", i shout and a loud bang is heard again.
"The door just shut", Sam says trying to keep his calm. "He doesn't want us back there"
"He's right there", i point behind Sam and we all freak out.
"Is he doing something?", Colby asks
"No, but he's very angry", i feel nauseous and i clear my throat to shake the feeling away. A sharp pain under my abdomen makes me wince in pain. I put my hands over my belly as to protect the baby.
"Let's go, now", Colby almost shouts and starts running with me down the hallway to get me out of there. I take a deep breath when we arrive in the garden, already feeling better. "Hey, you ok? Do you need anything? We can go to the doctor, there's definitely someone working this late", he almost says everything without taking a breath. I kiss him and he relaxes under my touch.
"I feel good. We can go for a check up just to make sure, but I'm feeling alright, babe", he sighs in relief and kisses my forehead.
"I don't know what i would do if something happened to the two of you", he hugs me tightly and his body shivers.
"You're going to be the best dad in the world.",i assure him, knowing he struggles with this thought ever since he found out about the baby.
"I really hope so. And i want to be the best husband in the world too", he smiles and i blush.
"You'll definitely be.", i say and kiss him once more.
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puppy-steve · 4 months
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modern eddie would be a pibble dad. she's his baby and he puts little bows on her and he throws birthday (adoption day) parties where she gets a puppy-safe cake and his friends gladly show up with presents for her.
the mall hosts pictures with santa the entire month of december and allows pets for an extra cost that eddie gladly pays. his girl is well behaved and knows her manners in public spaces, thank you very much. but unfortunately, sadie is still a pitbull and society hasn't quite moved past its breed biases yet, even if she is sitting quietly at his feet in line and with an "ask to pet" patch on her harness that eddie had turned into a doggy battle vest.
"oh my goodness, is that sadie?!"
sadie's tail starts going crazy at the mention of her name and a woman dressed like an elf crouches down with open arms, ready to receive the gift of happy puppy. sadie immediately plops down and rolls onto her back, showing her belly, which the woman gleefully rubs and pats. sadie's tongue flops out of the side of her grinning mouth, her tail sweeping the floor.
"santa was wondering if he'd see her this year," she says to eddie this time, and gives him a subtle wink that has eddie chuckling. "along with a certain owner, too."
eddie and santa may have started flirting a couple years back. he's not ashamed.
the woman lets them through and there he is. the big (not really) man himself sitting in his chair with his fake beard and red shirt stuffed with fluff.
"well if it isn't my favorite pup!" santa says, patting his lap. sadie puts her front paws on his knees and pants happily as the man scratches her chest and sides. "at the top of the nice list, just like always."
he glances up at eddie with a certain glint in his eye. "and you, mr. munson, are at the top of the naughty list. we'll have to see about fixing that, won't we?"
it actually makes eddie blush, which never happens. it's usually the other way around and he's not used to the butterflies that fill his stomach. however, eddie munson is not one to be thrown off his groove, steps up to santa's side to pose for the photo and fires right back, "what can i say, some like me naughty. now smile for the camera, santa."
he's not sure what the photo looks like, but judging by the blush on santa's cheeks under the beard, eddie wants to put money on it being his favorite. the same woman from check in mans the camera and she frowns at the little screen.
"maybe we should retake it, this one's a little blurry and santa's eyes are closed."
it's very much neither of those things, seeing as the camera's on a tripod, but eddie isn't about to back away from an open opportunity.
"you mind if i borrow you lap for this one, big boy? hunching over like this is killing my back." before santa can reply, eddie's plopping himself into santa's lap and throwing an arm around his shoulder, giving sadie the command to lie down for the photo. just before the woman can press the capture button, eddie steals a quick kiss to santa's cheek.
he doesn't realize he's forgotten to take the photo with him until later that evening. he huffs as he tosses the empty frame to the side and pouts at the blank space on the wall next to all of sadie's other pictures with santa. he perks up when the front door opens and steve calls out a greeting.
eddie walks into the kitchen where steve's setting his bag on the counter and wraps his arms around his shoulders, giving him a soft peck. "hi, baby."
steve pulls him closer by his waist, returning the kiss. "mmh, have a good day today?" he murmurs against his lips.
eddie nods and pulls back before the kiss can lead to somewhere else. dinner still has to be made and he's not above refusing sex on an empty stomach lest he get hangry in the middle of a blowjob. "sadie got her photo with santa this morning, but i completely forgot to take the damn thing with me when we left."
steve hums and presses fleeting kisses to eddie's cheek, trailing them down to his jaw and making eddie sigh as he tilts his head back. eddie's eyes are closed, contentment washing over him as his boyfriend holds and kisses him so sweetly, so he doesn't see steve blindly reaching into his bag.
"you mean these photos?"
eddie makes a sound of confusion as he opens his eyes. steve's holding a fancy photo holder with the mall's name on it.
"you asshole!" eddie says without any heat as he swipes the envelope from steve's hand, the other man grinning. "you could've texted me and told me i forgot them. hell, robin also could've."
steve chuckles and quickly maneuvers out of reach of eddie's teasing smacks. "i'm sorry i was a bit distracted by the cutie sitting on my lap and kissing me. which was very bold, by the way, not many people want to kiss santa."
"would have done a lot more than kissing, but a mall full of children is neither the time nor place," eddie mumbles under his breath. sadie decides to join them, stretching her front paws out in the doorway before sleepily trudging over to steve for pets.
"there's my girl! you were such a good girl today, weren't you? were so well behaved getting you picture taken." the way he immediately dissolves into baby talk with her is hilarious. he's knelt down on the floor, smooshing her face between his hands and scratching behind her ears. "just sat there patiently while dad decided to accost daddy at work, yes you did!"
eddie rolls his eyes and takes the pictures into the living room to be framed and hung on the wall.
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sexydoffyman · 2 months
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Your 'brat taming' post was sooo...
I wonder how Simon would react to a Sergeant that gets walked over a bit because she doesn't want to be 'difficult'; would he reward her if she finally stuck up for herself?
GOOD JOB FOR NOT DISAPPOINTING ME
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genre: suggestive in the end? action, romance
characters: Simon Riley
A/N: Have a nice read.🪱
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You were transferred from a nearby base a while ago. Unfortunately for you, in the base you were currently at were only dudes. Sexual comments were unavoidable, but that didn't bother you. You got used to it.
If it would've only stayed that way.
The harmless comments about your body eventually turned into teases. "You need help carrying that miss?" "You sure you can wake up that early, girlie?" It was a bit annoying, especially with the way they looked at you. But you sucked it up and let them do their thing.
Your ignorance of their attention-seeking behaviour made some of them pissed. Few of them decided to take it up a notch. You got roughly pinned down to a wall. One of them would lick your neck while the other laughed at your lack of strength.
You thought about fighting back, but a little scared voice in your head told you to stay low. If you act all submissive and scared, they will get bored of it. Right?
You were alone in the canteen of the base, fiddling with your fingers. You were afraid to go to your barracks before everyone else fell asleep. A dude walked into the canteen by one of the entrances it had. He slapped the back of your head and called you a waste of space. He left right after, leaving you in a more tense state than before.
From another of the tables, you heard a voice. "You gonna let him get away with that?" You turned to the source of the noise and found that another man was with you there all along. He was just staring at you, watching you the whole time you waited in complete silence. "So?" He broke the silence.
"You see, I'm not strong enough to fight back." You started explaining. He stood up, revealing his massive frame. "You really are a waste of space." He said with a cold tone as he walked out of the canteen.
You felt bad, more like ashamed of yourself. But it is what it is. You waited another hour or so and went to sleep.
The next day was like any other. When you walked into the canteen, you noticed something unusual. No kidding, there was a circle of people watching and cheering. You pushed through the crowd and saw two dudes beating each other's asses.
When you found out what was happening, you tried to get out of there. You didn't want to end up in there yourself. But of course, you just can't have a good day in here. The asshole from yesterday pulled you into the circle. "let's see what's the girlie made out of." He told the crowd like he was showing a trick at the circus.
The next thing he said was only for you. "If you fight, I will fucking kill you." He walked two steps away from you, and so did you. Nothing announced a start. He just punched you in the face with no warning. You fell to the floor. You covered your nose and kept sat on the ground, watching him laugh with the others.
You felt small, and you just wanted it to end. It was just then that you noticed the man who you spoke to yesterday. He was in the crowd, but he wasn't laughing and talking to the other dude. No, he was looking at you. He was watching you like he was waiting for something. You made an expression, showing him your fear.
He sighed and turned to walk away. That is when he heard, "Yo, the girlie is standing up!" He looked back again, and you weren't on the ground anymore. You were attacking your opponent. Without a warning, just like he did to you.
You managed to pull him to the ground and started bashing his face in. You were winning, finally. You stopped with your punches, feeling something was wrong. You turned your head and saw a dude ready to get you from the back. You were fucked. There was no way you could react fast enough. You spotted another two dudes coming from the side.
You were ready to die there. "WHACK" You couldn't believe what just happened. The man you talked to. He just knocked out all three of them. It looked so easy for him. No one even dared to get close. The crowd disappeared one by one. It was just you, him, and four knocked-out dudes.
"I find it inappropriate to call you a girlie." "Oh yeah, call me whatever you want." "My name is Ghost." "Well, it was nice meeting you and thanks for the-" You were cut off. "Meet me at the smoke pit at 0100." "Yeah... and why exactly?" "Might consider telling my captain about you. It is likely we'll be sharing a room very soon.~" He only smirked and left.
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emmyblues · 3 months
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when you know, you know
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summary - justin realizes he’s found the love of his life
pairing - justin herbert x fem!reader
wordcount - 2.5k
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Justin didn’t know if he’d ever felt worse in his entire life. Every imagined wall was closing in on him and his thoughts were racing a mile a minute. It took everything in him not to throw himself off of the roof of his friend’s house then and there. 
He didn’t even know her yet, he had to remind himself, as he stood staring blankly at her like northern lights found in the wild. They’d only just met and exchanged names a moment ago when his friend introduced them. 
It was nearing 11 pm, and the entire Chargers team was on a second day high from last week’s win. Music bled into the night from speakers attached to walls, and players and their friends littered both the living room and wooden terrace, overlooking Agoura Hills.
“Yo, Herb, have you met Y/N?” Justin’s teammate Joey had asked him as he nodded toward the end of the terrace. There were so many people around, all moving erratically and talking loudly as they drank, that he almost didn’t see her. 
He shook his head as he finally laid eyes on her, talking animatedly to another of his teammates, Mike. Her smile was wide as could be and she had a hard time standing still, her white dress catching every angle of light as it moved with her. It made it very easy for Justin to keep his eyes on her, as Joey, with a hand on his friend’s shoulder, guided him through the throngs of people.
“Hey, Y/N, Mike,” Joey called out as they neared, in his usual lazy yet booming voice. “Y/N, have you met Justin?” 
“No, I haven’t,” she smiled, “I’m Y/N.”
Before Justin even knew what was happening, she had reached up on her tiptoes and wrapped an arm around his neck in a hug, her drink resting sloppily in her left hand. 
He went completely stiff, forgetting how he was even supposed to act in front of people. His hands were clasped behind his back, loosely holding his beer. He did, out of habit, bend downward to make it easier on her, but it didn’t help the extreme embarrassment that washed over him and coated his cheeks in red when she pulled away.
She didn’t seem to mind at all that he’d been so awkward, only smiling politely at him as she took a step back to her previous place, giving him the space he so clearly needed. 
It took a punch to the shoulder, left of course (can’t hurt the moneymaker), by Mike for him to be pulled out of his stupor. “Dude, what are you doing?”
As the blush spread up to his ears and down his chest, he scrunched his face together, nearly in a grimace, before finally introducing himself; “I’m Justin.”
“I know. I kinda think most people here do, for some reason,” she joked, gesturing around the party of football players and their friends, in other words, avid football fans. 
“Right, of course, yeah. That was dumb.”
Joey looked to the ground as he tried to conceal his laughter, his chest constricting and moving up and down exposing him immediately. Mike just stared blankly at Justin, wondering what the hell had gotten into their QB. 
“You know Joey and Mike?” Justin settled on asking, hoping it would make her forget about any blunders he had already made in the first ten seconds of meeting her. 
“Yeah, I met Joey in college and he’s slowly been introducing his friends to me since I moved here,” she grinned, nodding toward her friend at his mention. “And Mike’s just hard to shake off, y’know? Like a koala.”
“Well, that’s just rude,” Mike mumbled.
“Cool,” Justin replied, immediately cringing again, “How are you liking LA? Gotta be better than Ohio.”
“It’s definitely sunnier, at least. But nothing beats the people in Ohio.”
“Are you sure we went to the same school?” Joey piped in with a weary grin on his bearded face.
“Very funny,” she deadpanned. “At least we get snow there, I already know Christmas here will be bleak. All sand and no snow, it feels depressing already.”
“I thought it’d be horrible too when I got here, but there’s something great about putting Christmas lights in a palm tree. Couldn’t do that in Oregon but here I get away with it,” Justin joked, hoping to reassure her. 
Just as she was about to speak, a light in her eyes that Justin hadn’t ever seen in anyone before besides maybe his cat when he first got her, some guy bumped into her from behind, making her spill her drink down the front of her dress. 
The man responsible sputtered out a few apologies as he continued forward, still clumsy and without a doubt wreaking more havoc wherever it was he was headed. Justin looked forward, expecting Y/N to be angry or distraught, maybe even embarrassed, but what he instead found was her laughing with her full chest, her teeth on full display as she grinned. 
“Damnit, I bought this dress like a week ago,” she shook her head, holding the fabric forward to see the light stain on the fabric. 
“Put some Windex on it.”
The second he said it he wished for the ground to swallow him whole, he had even matched his voice to the character, like he usually did. And it made it all that much more obvious that he was quoting a fucking movie at her. Usually he wouldn’t care what he said or did around people, at least not to this extent, he was just himself. But he kept messing up in front of Y/N, and he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why. 
“What the fuck, man?” Joey asked laughing, looking at his friend as if he’d grown a second head. Mike was keeling over with laughter, not even bothering to reign it in as he slapped his thigh in disbelief and pure happiness over whatever it was that was unfolding in front of him.
“I- I gotta find Keenan, he’s gotta hear ‘bout this,” Mike got out between laughs, tugging on Joey’s arm behind Justin’s back, beckoning him to follow along. But before they could get too far, and were still in earshot, Y/N spoke up.
“My Big Fat Greek Wedding! I love that movie,” she gushed, seemingly completely forgetting about the stain on her dress. 
“Oh my God, what is happening?” Mike stopped, as he and Joey turned around synchronously.  
“Herbo’s got nerd game.” 
Justin’s heart was beating too hard for his body to keep up. He could feel his pulse beating through his body, and hear it in his head. He suddenly felt oddly self conscious, which he rarely ever did, and felt the need to rake his hand through his hair and down his stubble. He regretted not shaving now, what if Y/N thought it looked weird, or thought having long hair made him look careless? 
The action brought her eyes to his face, and they slowly washed over his features as Justin fought to stay upright. Feeling his face hit the planks was the last thing he needed. The split second moment felt like an eternity to him, and he wished it’d never end. 
But of course, fate wouldn’t stop being a bitch just for tonight. He wasn’t lucky enough for that. 
“Hey, Herb, Keenan’s been looking for you inside,” someone Y/N didn’t recognize called out, drawing Justin’s attention away from her. 
Before he could say anything, and tell his teammate he’d catch up with Keenan later, Y/N beat him to it yet again. “Don’t let me keep you, it was nice meeting you Justin. Hopefully I’ll see you around.”
Minutes later he was inside where it started, looking out through the window at Y/N as she spun around to show off her dress. With the dark night sky and enough time for it to dry, it looked good as new, but he doubted that would’ve changed anything. He hated how much he wanted to go up and talk to her, and actually ask her for her number. But he hated even more that he didn’t despise the want to actually do something and take a chance on something outside of football. 
“She got one of your weird quotes and you’re whipped, huh?” Keenan teased Justin, poking at his shoulder in jest.
“Yeah…” he admitted. “That’s kinda sad, right?”
“I don’t know, it’s fun to have a crush, isn’t it? Don’t have to be a hermit any more, Herbo.”
“This is not fun,” Justin lamented, looking over at Keenan smirking before returning his eyes to Y/N. “This sucks. Feels like my insides are being torn to shreds.”
“Damn, all that from one convo?” Keenan asked, genuinely surprised by his friend’s words. “Is she your soulmate or something? Future Mrs. Herbert?” 
“Maybe,” Justin relented, letting a smile break through. “When you know you know, I guess.”
“When are you seeing her again, then?” he asked, hoping like any good friend to get all the details to torment him later with. 
Justin stayed quiet, and fiddled with the hem of his shirt instead. It was enough of an answer for Keenan, and he immediately threw his head back with a groan and an expletive.
“You did get her number, right?”
Justin looked down at his shoes. Of course he hadn’t. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had had to. All the women he’d dated or talked to since coming to LA had all approached him, usually over social media; he hadn’t initiated a relationship since college.
Keenan didn’t even say anything to Justin about his obvious screw up, just pushed him toward the open glass doors leading to the terrace whilst swearing under his breath. 
The air suddenly felt a lot colder and less inviting, and he thought for a moment about just getting into his car and driving home, not saying goodbye to anyone and then just moving to another state. But before he could decide against it, he felt a tap on his shoulder. 
Y/N stood there, smiling widely at him as her arm brushed against his. It was a clear accident, but goosebumps formed on his skin in her wake, and he felt like passing out. “Hi, I wanted to catch you before I left.”
“You’re leaving already?”
“Yeah, I’ve got an early shift tomorrow, and I really don’t feel like crawling home at two in the morning drunk off my ass today. I usually reserve that for Fridays.”
“You’re not tailgating on Sundays? Thought you might be a football fan if you’re friends with Bosa,” Justin asked, hoping to distract her from leaving and getting to be around her for just a few more minutes.
“I do love football. I grew up watching it with my family every Sunday,” she beamed, seemingly recalling the tender memory. “But I’m more of a Browns fan, sorry. Haven’t been here long enough to be converted, yet.”
“What if I got you tickets for next Sunday? To get you started on becoming a Chargers fan, of course.”
Y/N grinned, looking over his shoulder at something before looking back up at him, unintentionally reminding herself of just how damn tall he was. 6’6’’ was really no joke even for her. She was taller than average, and wearing heels, but still he towered over her. 
“Only if you get me two. I’m not sitting there alone, and one of my coworkers is a die-hard Chargers fan,” she negotiated, tilting her chin up. 
“Done.”
Justin averted his eyes from her as he realized his chance. He couldn’t look her in the eye as he asked, not if she shot him down.
“Can I have your number then, so I can send you the tickets?” he asked, going with the safe option instead of just admitting he wanted to ask her out. He could already hear all the shit he was gonna get from his teammates about all of this. No matter the outcome. 
Y/N didn’t hesitate in raising her hand, palm up, so he could give her his phone. Justin fumbled a bit with it, searching through every pocket of his pants like his dad always used to do before finding it, no surprise, where it always was. 
As she handed the phone back he looked at the new profile, Y/N Y/L/N. She’d even sent herself a text with his name so she could add him to her contacts later. Justin’s cheeks went red just at the thought. It felt like confirmation that she really wanted to know him, even if it was just his rose colored glasses clouding his better judgment. 
“And, I- I know this is kind of a long shot since you don’t know me but – and seriously you can say no – but could I take you out? On a date?” he muttered, hoping she couldn’t hear how his heart was beating out of his chest.
Her eyes were wide as she looked at him, and he really thought the next words would be the ones to finally put him out of his misery, but instead she breathed a relieved laugh and reached up onto her tiptoes to press a kiss to his stubbled cheek. He was convinced someone had slipped him something during the night, because this just couldn’t be happening. Y/N was too pretty and funny to want to date someone like him, right?
“I’d like that,” she grinned. “Gotta win a game first though, right?”
“Well now I definitely will,” Justin all but giggled. “I’ll take you out after the game then, on Sunday?”
“It’s a date,” Y/N agreed. 
She hugged him one last time, lingering a bit more, and this time he was prepared and snaked an arm around her waist as her arms clung around his neck. But just as quickly as it had started, she pulled away, leaving another fleeting kiss to his cheek.
“See you Sunday.”
Justin couldn’t even form any words, and instead just stared after her as she walked off through the house and out the front door. His fingers gingerly touched his cheek where her lips had been just moments before, completely lost to his own thoughts. 
“Herbo! You got something on your cheek!” 
His hand flew back up to his cheek, and dragged his thumb down it. Looking back at it, there was a maroon stain where her lips had been, traces of her lipstick. 
Now he was really sure, he just knew Y/N would be someone to change the trajectory of his life. And he really wanted to make sure it was for the better.
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nelkcats · 1 year
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Cyrus & Boreas
Spirits of the elements
The earth has been in a very delicate balance for a couple of years now, despite constant reminders of extinction, only magic users know what is really going on with temperatures, sometimes too hot or too cold.
It had been years since Amity Park ceased to exist, years since the land where the old town was located was inhabited, now it was just a wasteland, the city practically moved into the Infinite Realms, it turns out that its inhabitants were so exposed to ectoplasm that when they died almost everyone became a ghost.
For years Vlad and Danny had come to an agreement, just watching the earth, seeing new heroes come and go, but they were both getting bored of it, missing their old rivalry, the thrill of chasing each other, they also missed visiting their dimension. It was, after all, half of their home.
Seeing the problem of global warming and how damaged the earth was, Clockwork presented them a solution. It turns out that when you were properly connected to your core you could take an animal form, and expand your element where you stepped, or around you. Frostbite and the yetis taught Danny more about it, Pandora and the greeks ended up teaching Vlad.
It was the beginning of their competition, apparently Acropolis of Athens and Far Frozen had an old rivalry too, so they were more than happy to teach them how to deal in a friendly way (still a dangerous fighting but apparently that was the most friendly possible without killing each other)
This power wasn't something ghosts would practice very often, because it would expend too much energy and ectoplasm, it wasn't like Dora's amulet or Amorpho special talent at all, ¿the good part? The halfas were characterized by having energy to spare.
With that resolved, Clockwork tasked them with taking care of the earth's temperatures, so a few times a year (mostly on winter and summer solstice days), Vlad and Danny would choose a specific animal and run across the earth, the places where Vlad stepped warmed up in an instant, the places Danny walked were filled with snowflakes and cold.
The animal forms they liked to take the most were extinct or mythological creatures, sometimes they changed to be opposite species, at other times they were the same.
The magic users named it "The Cyrus & Boreas Phenomenon", when Danny heard about it he was excited by his name being so similar to the Northern Lights, while Vlad sulked for having a Persian name while being trained by Greeks.
This continued without being a problem, until Danny found the Wachtower station in space, immediately he changed his path and ran towards it; Vlad, knowing this could become a problem, followed him from afar.
The Justice League and Justice League Dark were having a meeting when the temperature dropped, Constantine cursed as the rest of the league tensed "Bats, what day is it?"
"December 21" upon hearing his response, Constantine cursed again as he ranted about the winter solstice.
"Damn it, damn it ¿why did he deviate from his route? He doesn't go of his way, especially not in this time of the year, ¡this is a disaster!" Constantine paced back and forth "Look, I know you guys like to poke your nose into everything that happens, but this is strictly magical, so no matter what's about to come, keep quiet, do absolutely nothing ¿Do you understand?" The hellbazer's hands trembled as he speaked.
"You can't just say that, ¡we have a right to know! This is nonsense" Diana frowned, she didn't much like the wizard's attitude right now.
"Sorry Wonder Woman, but this is strictly tied to the Justice League Dark, trust us for now, it's for your safety" Fate spoke, he knew nothing bad would happen if the league just kept quiet.
As soon as the lord of order stopped speaking, the entire room began to freeze, pieces of ice hanging on the walls as a Giant wolf ran through the wall.
In the first instance, the wolf looked dangerous, the places where its paws were placed had frozen, pure pieces of ice, the wolf turned its attention to the League, approaching curiously.
"Boreas" Zatanna exhaled in amazement, the entire magical community knew how the animal's presence felt no matter how much it changed its shape, it was the closest thing to a myth that existed, leveling the planet's temperatures, staying a few days and disappearing, impossible to find, record or locate no matter how hard you tried.
"However, where is Cyrus?" Constantine murmured to his partner, if Boreas was near his counterpart shouldn't be far away.
Danny looked at the wizards, interested in the names they had given him, he was about to ask about it when a ball of fire hit him in the shoulder.
He growled in complete frustration as he turned to look at his assailant, behind him the League tensed at the sound as Fate signaled for them to keep quiet.
Behind the animal appeared a Tasmanian tiger the same size as the Giant wolf, Barry was about to question if they weren't supposed to be extinct when the wolf snarled and lunged at the tiger, who ran back to earth.
The entire league watched as the ice brought by the wolf was extinguished by the appearance of the tiger, returning to normal as both creatures moved away.
"Constantine, situation report" Batman was clearly the first to snap out of the trance he had been left in.
"Look Bats, I know how much you want your precious information but this is out of your league, ¿those guys? Cyrus & Boreas, they are as close to benign Gods as you can find, they keep the earth's temperature stable with their games" Constantine lit his cigarette, trying to ignore the surreal situation.
"¿Games?" Superman was next to speak, a concerned note in his voice.
"Games" Fate confirmed "We theorize they are opposing elements, maybe spirits, we think they pursue each other as some kind of challenge, and the balance on earth is just a lucky accident, we don't know where they live or where they come from, but they're not someone you want to play with." Fate commented, remembering the fact that most of the time the creatures try to hurt each other but never give the final hit, always waiting for the other to heal.
"Are you telling me that if these beings decide to stop coming here, will we simply ¿disappear? ¿Because they just decided to stop playing?"
"Something similar, but far more complicated than that" Zatanna entered the conversation "they keep the consequences of global warming stable, if they stop coming, well...the earth will definitely go extinct quickly, I'd give it a couple of years" is not like humanity was taking proper care of earth, these "gods" were basically a miracle for humans to correct their own errors.
"¿Why were we not informed?" Batman was at a crossroad, these beings were definitely dangerous, but if they faced them it could cause catastrophic consequences.
"The same reason you are struggling Bats" Constantine snorted "You want to solve all the problems, but you don't understand that magic is not meant to be solved or a problem, some things are better left as they are, without interfering, or it could happen something worse" and they are far older than all of us he didn't mention out loud.
"Then ¿what do you suggest? ¿We stand here doing nothing while two would-be Gods use our planet as a playground?" Oliver frowned, disgusted.
"Yes" for the first time Shazam spoke in the conversation "because if we don't let them we will become extinct" Billy knew much more than the magicians, books on the rock of eternity that detailed human spirits, about the infinite Realms and the deities that inhabited them. The delicate balance existing in life and death, but he was not allowed to divulge it.
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Back on earth, in Paris, Vlad and Danny were enjoying a cup of coffee and hot chocolate respectively.
"So, ¿did you want to meet the heroes or see their cool station in space?" Vlad questioned in amusement as Danny choked on his chocolate "The station ¿huh?" Vlad spoke again while Danny looked at him with a frown "It's okay Daniel, I know you can't help it"
"Yeah, I know, it was a bit stupid to change the route, and reveal myself to sorcerers, but the heroes, the aliens, the space, I needed to see it" the boy grimaced, feeling guilty "thanks for getting me out of there, I was about to do something stupid"
"¿Something stupid like speak?" Vlad questioned knowingly, he was aware that humanity now considered them myths or even gods, they shouldn't be revealing themselves freely, their games were mostly harmless but they had a purpose.
"Yeah, sorry" Danny sighed "although I love the new name, Boreas commands a lot more respect than Danny, ¿right? I do miss when they called me Phantom though..."
Seeing that the boy was lost in his memories again, Vlad sighed, he also missed the old times, their battles, Phantom and Plasmius fighting to the death, but their grudges were resolved long ago, they had no reason to fight, Boreas & Cyrus was an escape from boredom and a reunion with the old days more than anything else.
"It's okay little badger, we can stop by their space station next year, I don't think the fledgling heroes will care" Vlad took a sip from his mug, considering, obviously they would care, but he really didn't care about their feelings, let them freak out a little more.
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pathetichimbos · 5 months
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First Meeting - Part Three
((part two here))
((part four here))
Thomas Hewitt/GN!Reader
tagslist: @goodiesinthecloset21 @shykoolade
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You've run away from home, hitchhiking around Texas as you come up with your next plan, only to find that life has plans of its own when a simple ride with a group of friends lands you at a lone gas station in Travis County, drawn to a mysterious man most seem to avoid.
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"Oh my..."
It sounds like the second woman caught sight of you too.
"What are you doin' in my pantry!?" Luda Mae asks, as if she were scolding a small child for getting into the cookie jar.
"T-Thomas put me in here..." You stumble over your words as you slowly lower the bag.
She shakes her head with a tsk, looking you up and down, "And I suppose Hoyt don't know you're here?"
It was your turn to shake your head.
"Well he'll sure as hell find you if you stay here. Come on, get up." She motions for you to stand.
You do as you're told, avoiding Katie's pleading eyes as Luda Mae guides you through the kitchen and to the stairs.
You follow her up the stairs, down the hall and to the last room on the right.
"This is Tommy's room. Hoyt don't come in here. I'll let Thomas know when he gets finished with his chores."
You nod, the world around you feeling like a daze as you try to process everything happening.
She starts to shut the door, “W-Wait…” You catch her attention, “Can I ask you something?”
She hesitates for a moment but opens the door again, “Go ahead.”
You swallow, your mouth dry, “Are you…” She waits as you take a breath, “Are you going to kill Katie?”
“I don’t kill, honey. Don’t have the stamina for that.”
“N-No I meant--”
Luda Mae stops you in your tracks with a tight smile, “I know what you meant, dear.”
You sigh, watching as she shuts the door and leaves you alone once again.
You turn, your eyes scanning over the bedroom.
It was bare, save for the furniture one would expect to find in a bedroom.
To your left, there was a bed, pressed into the corner, neatly made, a floor lamp perched beside it. Above the left of the bed there was a window, viewing down to the side of the house. To your right, there was a dresser with a mirror placed against the wall in the middle. It was bare, no trinkets or pictures sitting on it. The mirror, however, was covered by a thin sheet.
The room didn’t seem like a bedroom of someone who had been there their whole life. It seemed like a guest room, untouched and without decorations.
You take a step forward, looking around the small space.
You walk to the window, leaning on the bed to look down at the overgrown yard below, empty and void of people.
You were tired. So tired. Tired from the traveling, tired from the day. You found yourself so exhausted from everything you could barely keep your eyes focused.
You take your shoes off and brush your feet off, setting your bag down at the foot of the bed before climbing on. You press yourself into a corner, knees to your chest as you look out the window.
You're not sure how much time passes as you wait, but the ache settles back in your bones as you stare, your eyes slowly drifting shut as you manage to fall asleep.
Your eyes open, body aching and numb from sleeping in such an uncomfortable position.
You uncurl and stretch, your eyes blinking as you look around the now dark room, the only source of light trailing in from the edges of the closed door. Silence creeps in from the floorboards, and for a second you wonder if you're alone in the house.
You discard that thought, however, when the low thuds of footsteps echo from the hall, heading towards the bedroom door.
You hold your breath, watching and waiting to see what would happen.
The doorknob begins to turn, and light casts over a small part of the room as the door swings open and Thomas walks in.
His shoulders were hunched and his head hung low, his dress shirt and slacks now covered in dirt and a few worrying dark stains.
Out of habit he flips the lights on, temporarily blinding you and causing you to scrunch your face as your eyes adjust.
Brown eyes lift to face you, and he seems almost ashamed. You shift closer in on yourself, your mind drifting back to Katie.
He shuffles on his feet, waiting for you to speak.
Your eyes scan over him and float back to the dark, blood like stains on his clothes.
“Are you okay?” You ask meekly, your voice cracking as you speak.
He looks down at the stains on his clothes and looks back up, nodding.
He was picking at his hands, nails scratching at the cuts he wouldn't let heal.
You shift in your spot on the bed, the ache in your bones still present as your eyes dart around the room, trying to think of something to say. What were you supposed to say in this situation? You didn't want to upset him, not after everything that happened today. Who's to say he wouldn't hurt you too?
You jump as he moves, causing him to falter for a second before he starts shifting through his dresser drawers, pulling out a large gray shirt.
But, instead of putting it on, or even leaving to put it on, he hands the fabric to you.
You hesitate, mind running slower than usual as you take the shirt from his hand, "...Thank you."
He nods a little, turning back to the dresser to pull his own change of clothes out before leaving the room, shutting the door behind him.
You look down to the shirt in your hand, feeling a little uncomfortable wearing the shirt of a strange man you had only just met that day, but the grime of your jeans and tank top rubs against your skin, a stark contrast to the soft fabric of the shirt in your hands.
You climb off the bed, tugging your shirt off before replacing it with the large t-shirt and shimming your jeans down and kicking them off.
You grab your bag, pulling a pair of shorts out and shoving your dirty clothes back in. The shorts weren't exactly the cleanest, but they weren't nearly as dirty as your other changes of clothes and paired with the clean shirt it felt like a dream.
You sigh, zipping your bag back up and setting back on the floor by the foot of the bed. You take a seat on the bed again, closing your eyes and rubbing your face, feeling more awake now as you wait for Thomas.
Your mind can't help but to wander back to the day, everything feeling like a hazy dream as your brain tries to cope with the traumatic truth you were faced with.
Part of you wondered if it was a dream, something that your under-fed and overworked mind came up with just to remind you that things can never be as good as they seem.
The door opens again, breaking your train of thought as Thomas steps back inside, now in a fresh pair of pajamas, shoulder still slumping with exhaustion.
You blink, looking up at him as he stands there awkwardly, as if he was aware of something you weren't.
You furrow your brows, and look down to the bed.
Oh. Right.
You shift in place again, "I can take the floor..."
He shakes his head, walking past you and to the closet, pulling out an extra blanket and pillow for himself, and laying them on the floor.
You sigh, "No, wait, it's fine, we can share the bed."
You weren't the most excited about it, but while the bed was rather small, it had enough room for two, and you wouldn't be able to sleep knowing he had to take the floor because you felt awkward.
He looks down at you again, eyebrows raised in a question.
"Yea, I'm sure. It's fine." You assure him, pulling the covers back and moving over to the wall.
He hesitates, but sets the extra pillow on the bed before half-folding the blanket, setting it on the dresser and shutting off the lights, climbing in next to you.
You're tense, and you can tell he is too. It's no one's preference to share a bed with a stranger, especially after the day the two of you had.
You press your back against the wall, staring into the darkness as your eyes begin to droop, your body quickly becoming tired, fighting against your wired mind.
Thirty minutes pass, and neither of you have fallen asleep. Thomas shifts uncomfortably across from you, rubbing at his mask and staring at the ceiling.
"...Is the mask bothering you..?" You ask in a whisper.
He nods, letting out a sigh as he tries to adjust it again.
"...Then why don't you take it off?"
He looks at you, but gives no response.
You stare at him, mouth running faster than your mind as you blurt out, "Did you kill her?"
He lets out another sigh, hesitating for a moment before giving a slow nod.
His answer doesn't seem real, falling into the same haze the rest of the day exists in as you nod at his response.
"...Why?"
He doesn't answer you, and you remember he can't. You sigh, closing your eyes as you rub your face, everything feeling numb as you try to process it all.
A gentle touch on your wrist catches your attention.
You look back at Thomas, who's now leaning on his side, eyes staring down at the sheets, almost nervously, as if he wants to ask you something.
You lower your hands, mind racing even more, wondering how someone so shy and nervous could be capable of hurting someone.
"...Do you want to ask me something?"
He nods, still not making eye contact with you.
You sigh, realizing finding out the actual question was going to be a lot harder.
The hand on your wrist gives you a slight tug, and you let him pull your hand down, resting it on his own palm.
You stare at him, wondering what he was doing, the rough callouses of his hand polar opposite of the gentle touches as he began moving his finger over your palm.
You flinch, a curt laugh coming out at the unexpected movement, and he stops, waiting for you to get used to the feeling before he starts to write something.
It only takes you a minute to realize that he was writing his question in your hand, slowly writing out the letters as you guessed each one, occasionally tapping to signal the next word.
"A-R-E U S-C-A-R-E-D O-F M-E?"
You look up, brown eyes still avoiding your gaze as he waits for your response.
"I don't know how to feel..." You told him, truthfully, staring down at where your hands touch, "It's a lot to take in..."
He nods in agreement, hsi finger beginning to write something else.
"I-M S-O-R-Y."
You sigh, closing your eyes, your voice still quiet, "...I know..."
"A-R-E Y-O-U G-O-N-A L-E-V-E?"
You open your eyes again, looking up to meet his own eyes, carefully looking over your features as he waits.
"...I don't know." You swallow, "I don't have a place to go, but... After everything..."
He sighs, his grip becoming a little firmer on your hand.
"S-T-A-Y."
You look over his face, trying to look for any reason to not trust him, or for any sign that he may not be genuine, but he's confident in his request, waiting for your answer as he looks back to you.
"...Why? You don't even know me..."
"U-R T-H-E O-N-L-Y O-N-E T-H-A-T-S N-I-C-E T-O M-E."
You contemplate his words for a moment, feeling them engrain themselves into your hand, leaving a faint buzz tickling through your palm.
His eyes are pleading, watching your expression with an anticipative, almost hopeful look that seems to fade with every second you take to answer.
"...Okay." You nod, "...I'll stay."
He nods, shoulders relaxing and seemingly content with your answer as he lets go of your hand, turning to lay on his back again and letting out a deeper sigh.
You can feel yourself start to relax as well, whether it be the relief of making a decision or the pure exhaustion finally catching up with you, you didn't care to think about as you sink into the warm bed, heavy eyes finally closing as you drift off to sleep.
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anyasivy · 3 months
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When You Know, You Know - Leonora Lesso x Fem!Reader
"The sky's beautiful." you said.
Leonora Lesso replied with, "I know." staring right at you, drinking in just how the night sky's beauty compared to nothing from you.
warning: i wrote this at 2 am so PLEASE ignore the grammatical errors because on top of that, english is not my first language and i honestly write what sounds best in my head lmfaooooo. this is also based on movie sfgae too.
tags: second chances, light angst, hurt/comfort, fluff
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A Reader. Nevers would pick on you and some Evers would be ashamed to be in the same space as you. But nevertheless, you never gave up. You had made it through most of the years... barely. But the thing is, you were graduating and about to embark on a journey worthy of heroes. Well, that until you met a new teacher from the School for Evil during the opening day. Lady Lesso. You eventually found out she'd taught Curses and Deathtraps to Nevers. The thought of falling into one made you shiver, and you made sure since then to never be in the same space as her students. She was a meticulous woman, you observed. From afar, she was almost not intimidating. Her movements were firm and confident. Every flick of her hand, every step and stride, every look— it screamed of fearless. She was, in a way you wouldn't dare admit then, beautiful. Your mind reasoned she was evil, and therefore undeserving of that description. But who could look at Lady Lesso and think of her as anything than? She had the features of a goddess, a beauty that begged to be loved, and a soul that invited affection. You reveled in it, in her, that you hadn't realized you had been staring too much. One day, she pinned you against the wall and demanded to stop your madness.
That had changed it all.
You snapped yourself out of it, your hands holding the invitation the school had sent. Or by the looks of it, schools. You heard what had happened recently, and you thanked the heavens you had graduated already. Rafal? Blood magic? Oh yes, definitely grateful you weren't there to deal with that.
Tonight was the night you'd come back, and you looked momentarily at the gown you had picked. The ballgown was violet, which was the first thing that captured your eyes along with its threaded silk flowers down the bodice. It fit perfectly on your waist and had off-the-shoulder straps. It left your collarbone and cleavage bare. You would wear a necklace and black heels to compliment it. And as you look at your gown, you think of how you're supposed to be excited and stuff. A part of you is... kind of... but you were mostly nervous.
You don't wanna know why. You need not to. And there was no way in hell you'd acknowledge it.
"I apologize," her heels were the first to have entered your view as you hunched over your desk, studying. The sound of rustling and her coat falling on your bed made your heart thump over and over relentlessly against your chest. You try to remember the events of today, making sure you aren't going to let Leonora Lesso off the hook so easily. "It's an exercise getting rid of habits."
You scoff at this. "Habits, you say, when what you did was evil."
"I wonder why," she says ever so smugly, but there is a trace of hesitation in her voice. A fragility that suggests caution and care. You don't dwell on it. Not wanting to.
Flipping to the next page deemed unnecessary as words float above your head. All your senses concentrated on the woman who seemed to sit comfortably atop your dorm bed. You resist the temptation to look in her direction. A second of gazing into her limitless amethyst eyes and you'd lose this fight. Useless it may seem, but it was a big step for you. An instance to remind yourself of your own worth.
The flipping of pages must've rang annoyingly in Lesso's ears because she clears her throat. A testimony to the arising irritation she's been keeping off. "I apologize," she says more firmly than the one she came in with. You remained silent. "Truly, this time. I have no excuses for letting my students perform the prank." She had graded them, too. Shouting a significant 'you passed!' across the room with a hint of amusement not of you, but of her students' stunt. You repeated the scenario over and over in your head, hoping it'd motivate you to keep up the upper hand.
You hear Lesso move. The click, click of her heels matched the fast beating of your stupid heart pounding eagerly.
"Do you want me to beg? Get on my knees for your apology? Because you and I are fully aware of my incapability to surrender to Good."
You snapped. "Lesso." a triumphant smirk formed on her lips. It disappeared a moment after as she circles your desk, now presenting herself in front of you. Her scent fills the space you felt protected in, and for an instant, you could feel your walls of bricks shattering.
"Perhaps I should, then. With that look you're giving me." Leonora tilts her head, hoping for more words to spill out of those pretty lips of yours. She'd kissed them millions of times, but if it took giving up her whole identity to kiss them again, she'd strip herself nameless. "[Y/N], my love. What will it take for you to forgive me?"
You shivered as she spoke. She knew just how to get you, both with her words and her eyes. That expression of hers. The vulnerability of it all. Leonora Lesso promised a wonder that she swore only you could ever reside. So it wasn't a surprise when you got up and pulled her in for a kiss, quick and soft. A promise itself, too. A forgiveness of something shallow to some.
"You are an asshole."
"We have established that to be a compliment."
The School for Good was as grand as ever. As beautiful, too. You looked over the lake and recalled the lessons you had dozed off in that place. The wind and the soft sound of water made it too relaxing for you to behave like anything but an Ever. You continued up the stairs along with other heroes and their partners. The engagement ring you had shone bright like a mark of property you wanted to resist. You wonder if you should've brought your partner like the rest. But then again, you weren't for semantics when it came to the person you wanted to marry for functionality and formality.
The door was wide open for guests, and as you walked further into, you realized there wasn't anything much that changed. The same halls, walls, and designs. The longing in your chest made you want to go back home, away from this place and reminders of who you used to be--- who you used to be with.
You wonder if she's here. If anything had changed about her, or if she stayed the same, too. Evil and cunning. Yours. The bitter taste of how things ended clouded your mind. The cheery guests and welcomes of students in the Theatre of Tales thankfully distracted you from that.
Surprisingly, the floor was full of both Evers and Nevers mingling. There were those who looked disdained as if the Evilness and Goodness of their souls forbade them from interacting with the opposite side. But then there were those who giggled and laughed with each other, almost intimately. The scene before you caused an overwhelming grief. You pushed it forcibly down and started off as you spotted Professor Dovey.
She gives you a look-over like she wants to remember you, and not a second passes before melts in her knees. "Oh, you child!" she ran to you and wrapped an arm, the other too busy keeping the drink she was holding from spilling. "You have grown!"
"Thankfully," you cheered, beaming at the sight of her. "You look nice. Professor Anemone stopped giving you a hard time?"
"Quite the opposite. Everyone, really. The stress of the events and changes-- oh, it's like Christmas and Halloween collided here and urged a holiday of itself." Professor Dovey groans. "But all's well that ends well."
"Yikes." you flash a sheepish smile and glance over the ball, spotting someone with yellow hair reminding a student to smile brighter. You chuckle, looking back at the Professor before you.
"Mhm. Oh. And--"
"Please, Professor." you cut off. The sudden change in her tone, the small whisper and the softness of it obviously led to the territory you've been avoiding all morning.
Dovey sighed, "All right," her shoulder slumped and her eyes darted around across and behind the place before she was sure to speak again. "I don't wanna spoil your surprise."
"Surprise?"
"She's changed, [Y/N]."
"Surprising."
She chuckles softly, almost with pity. Dovey places a gentle hand on your arm and squeezes it. "How about we go get drinks before you meet the rest of the night?"
The end was nearer than you expected. It was coming fast and keen. Surely. You've been keeping your mind off it, finding solace in the moments of now, and not of the future. You question from time to time your insanity and the way to keep it intact should anything unforeseeable happen. Losing her, to be precise. But she's been quiet about it, and the often change of topic when the mention of your graduation is said clues you just how much she's been keeping her mind off it, too. So here you were in the night, sitting on an alcove, and gazing at the stars from your window. The night sky promised such peacefulness. The darkness and the silence radiated comfort you'd almost forgotten the stakes. The meanings. The possibilities. You hug your knees to your chest, feeling defensive of what was yours. What is yours. What should be yours tomorrow and the days after.
The door creaked open.
"You should be sleeping," her voice echoed from the door, and you felt your heart breaking at the unpredictability it held.
You gulp down the ache, hoping your voice didn't come out shaky, "Punish me for it, then." your humor earns a soft chuckle from the woman you loved, and she walks closer to where you were sitting. She opted for the bed instead of beside you.
"Is everything well?" the question shouldn't be hard to answer. The days when you cried about exams and the fear of failing, and she caught you, were far better than the moment right now. You'd rather endure repeating the year if you were given the choice to. It all seemed so simple then.
"The sky's beautiful," you said instead, your eyes never leaving the view before you.
Leonora Lesso replied with, "I know." staring right at you, drinking in just how the night sky's beauty compared to nothing from you. You were... so much more. Your beauty yielded of tremendous unknown that no words could ever amount to describe you. You had her soul, heart, and body. And she didn't mind. Not a single of it.
"What you said earlier," Lesso's mind blanked and her heart froze at the reminder. "I can't say it. I won't ever."
You hear her take a deep breath, it shakes. You finally look at her. And the thoughts of running away with Leonora Lesso didn't seem mad anymore.
"Time will come." was all she said, but her expression betrayed the strength of her voice.
"I won't let it come. If that's what it takes." your voice had gone small, and your feet dragged you beside Lesso. You take her hand with yours and entangle your fingers. You can't let go. Would rather die than be able to. "I can survive Trial by Tales--"
"No. No. We agreed on this. We won't ever." she grips your hand tighter. Desperate. "Evil and Good don't belong together."
And there it is. The string keeping your heart from breaking snaps, and you had fallen into pieces before her. Tears welled up in your eyes as you shifted closer. You leaned in, hoping to find some insincerity in her eyes. A facade. Because this had to be a joke, a cruel joke. And you'd rather she admit it was and forgive her for being evil than for it being true.
"Leonora, that is not true. You and I both know we belong together. This cannot just stay like this. I don't want us to be just a memory." You begged, holding her hands as if she'd slip through any time.
She would.
"It won't just be a memory for me if it's any consolation, my love."
"I can't deny you."
As the moon passed by the clouds, the moonlight shone right over Lesso's face. Her cheeks glistened with the tears that had fallen. You reached to wipe them, but she had stopped and held your hand before she could. A denial.
"Then it's best if I do."
Professor Anemone had flashed the warmest and the perfect smile as she approached you. The pressure builds up in your breath as you try to imitate. You reminded yourself how foolish it was to think you could still fail at her class, but you were nervous as you smiled, anyway. The Professor hadn't commented on it and instead initiated a quick hug.
"Well, if it isn't our lovely [Y/N]. I'd never admit that before," she raises a playful eyebrow and clinks it with yours and Dovey's. "but you certainly have grown. Engaged, I heard." you start thinking if she had heard of it, too.
Professor Dovey snapped her head in your direction at this, obviously taken aback. You wouldn't blame her. It wasn't something you'd do a year ago. "Engaged?"
You hold out your right hand, and despite having done this a couple of times, the action cringes you as they stare at the beautiful ring. "I meant to tell."
"It's beautiful..." Professor Anemone blinks, "But."
"She'd rather not talk about it." Professor Dovey interrupts, and you smile reassuringly at both of them. "I am glad you're engaged and set to a wonderful, fairytale life, dear."
Your smile tightened. A wonderful, fairytale life you had envisioned before had been different, and beautifully so. The thought of it makes you want to choke. It had been a long time since that dream came across your mind, but the effect lingered the same. The longing and the pain tore through your heart, still. You wanted to excuse yourself then and there when a certain woman walked over the small circle of you and the two Professors.
"You came,"
All the air in your lungs escaped. And so did Anemone and Dovey.
Leonora Lesso stood tall, her heels bothering her feet like always, and dressed in an all-black outfit appropriate for Never Professors, looking as Evil and as beautiful as ever. A wonder. And still, still, she took your breath away.
"You came, too." was all your stupid mouth could say, your eyes fixed on her amethyst ones. Limitless, you'd describe it then. And you were right even after all these years.
"It's kind of mandatory." she humored, and you smiled, and she forgot to breathe as well. It's insane, she thinks, of how you were still able to do this to her. To have this kind of hold after everything.
When Leonora thought she was on the brink of death, her life flashed before her eyes, and she saw you. Your eyes. Your smile. She felt you. Your soft hands. Your touch. You.
Silence fell, awkward silence. And you had shifted your gaze from her eyes to the ground, afraid of letting too much of your emotions fall out. You wonder if she was at all feeling the same.
"Professor Dovey said you changed. A surprise, she claims." you start, hoping it'd suffice for a conversation.
"Dovey says a lot of things."
"I know."
"I should say the same for you." she watched your ring, and you followed suit. You felt almost defensive of your actions when you realized. "I say congratulations are in order."
You gulp the lump in your throat, "You don't have to."
"Congratulations, [Y/N]."
You crumbled. Lesso's face was void of anything but hurt. For a second, you were sure tears formed in the corners of her eyes, and you struggled not to pull her into your arms like before. Why can't this just be like before?
"It's for formality. I don't love him. It's not like that." you quickly blabbered, breathing heavily. "I... shit. Just..." and without warning, you took her by arm and electricity flowed through your skin. You try not to focus on the fact that this has been the first time you touched her in years as you drag the both of you to your secret spot. A surreptitious place that felt like it was built solely for the two of you. When you arrived, a breath you didn't know you were holding was still stuck in your throat. You pull your hand away.
Leonora stands a few feet away, maintaining a distance to keep herself from running up to you and having you be hers again.
"You look beautiful tonight."
"Stop,"
"[Y/N], I apologize--"
"No. Stop,"
"Please, just--"
"You denied me!" all the pain throughout the years, the hurt that had grown over time and had been forgotten, and the frustration, came out trembling. The tears you refrained from falling fell free. Leonora Lesso has always been your ruin. "You denied me, Leonora. I told you I love you and I wanted to fight for you. That--that this fucking Good versus Evil bullshit was nothing compared to what we had-- what we have-- that it was greater than anything withstanding us! And you denied me."
The moonlight shone just like that night. You see Leonora's eyebrows furrowed, and it only took you a second to realize she was crying, too. Her red hair, longer now, had cascaded just above her shoulder. And you ached to brush your fingers on it.
"I love you." she steps closer.
"No."
"I love you so much." and closer.
"Leonora--"
"I love you, [Y/N]."
And you admit defeat. Just like before. You meet her halfway and wrap your arms around her neck as you pull her in for a kiss. Heavens, her lips. Her kiss. Her hands find its usual place on your waist. The feel of her pressed up. The brush of her nose. You could die. It all seemed to fit so perfectly. Like two puzzles. Like two fated people meant to be each other's.
The moment she pulls away, you sniffle, tears still flowing. She chuckles at the sight of you, wiping your tears away with her thumb. You lean into the touch. "You are the best thing in my life and I was a fool to let you go. To ever believe those things I've said, to even imply them. I was the greatest fool ever. But I can't live this life, [Y/N], not without you. I can't live with knowing I had you and set you free. I cannot."
"I love you, too, you dumbass."
Leonora smiles, and your heart swells with so much love. The sound of your diamond ring falling to the ground cracks a smile in you, and Lesso brushes her nose against yours. You inhale her scent. Unchanging. Just like this unwavering love between the two of you. You press your lips against hers again, feeling at home within her arms.
"Deny me again and I'll kill you, you hear me?"
"And to think you graduated School for Good."
the end.
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any grammatical errors and typos will be changed in the morning because wtf it's 3 am I AM TIRED. SUFFER FOR A LITTLE. GOOD NIGHT.
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tarjapearce · 9 months
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Cast Away (Pt. 2)
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Warning: DO NOT read this if you're having a good day and love Miguel O'Hara being happy. ANGST. Graphic depictions of miscarriage, implied self hate, HEAVILY influenced by "Die For You" by Joji. Had to hold myself from making this too dark. Sorry in advance, but I write my sadness away ~ Thanks Anon for this request ✨
Pt 1
The steps approaching just echoed through the high walls and, he glanced at the trespasser of his secluded space briefly to continue his new endeavor.
"She got home safe." Jess mumbled from the doorframe, not needing to invade his corner even more.
"Made sure to check the area as well-"
"You're dismissed"
"You're welcome" Jessica shrugged and returned where she came from.
Silence fell upon him again, where you had been standing a while ago. Although you had changed, he no longer had to wonder what had been of you.
The memories always repeated themselves in his brain whenever he dwelled too much in the past. It was like a self imposed punishment from everything that had happened. The remembrance itself was unable to be stopped once it was played in his mind.
He would come home to you, dread seeping in as the rain only poured harder, drowning the sound of the daily suburban life. Your car was parked ahead of his, he then had rushed to get inside only to be greeted by a bone shaking cry.
Dread pumped harder on his chest, making his breath to hitch as his eyes stumbled upon a crimson and jagged pattern on the floor.
Don't
His mind chanted, but the desperate cries of help gave him enough courage to slowly push the door open. And god, he wished he could have some sort of device to erase the ongoing memory.
His heart not only wrenched but broke upon the sight of you. Slumped on the bathroom floor against the wall, blood everywhere as you wept, holding onto your belly, repeating over and over 'my baby', begging for an answer above as to why your child was the one that had to be ripped away. He was sure that whoever above was in charge, he wasn't listening.
He had to steel his grip on the doorframe as his eyes darted to a certain bloody puddle between your legs. Tiny little bloodshot feet peeked through the fabric of your nightgown. His eyes blurred as the tears flooded his eyes and for a second he thought he would collapse right on the spot.
A painful wept snapped him out of his trance and took action. He phoned an emergency number and rushed to you again. There was no comfort that could alleviate your hearts. At best, he just cradled you in his arms, and held you tight as you clung to him, your one and only anchor, asking for his forgiveness.
But his mind was on the tiny human that laid quietly on the floor. His spider vision only confirming what he in his mind was trying to deny so badly.
He was going to be a father of a boy.
You didn't know yet and had demanded to be a surprise, the appointment scheduled within four days. The baby shower for next month.
Everything was a blur after the medical staff arrived to your home and took you to the hospital. He couldn't follow right away to the room you had surely would be kept.
Doctors barked orders, and he hated himself for admitting that he was glad he wasn't allowed in, his rage would surely make him commit something really stupid.
Hours passed and the only thing he could do was to stare at you through a window. Oxygen mask attached as the monitors gave soft beeps, mimicking your heart beats.
How he couldn't see this coming? He analyzed every single outcome possible from your pregnancy, he had used his knowledge in genetics to always monitor you.
What had gone wrong? His blood? Probably. After all his own dna had been modified, and yours was strong and compatible enough for a successful pregnancy. Or so his results had shown.
Never he could imagine that the 0.99% fail rate due dna instability from your end, would shatter everything to pieces.
There was no longer adoration in his eyes upon watching you, but something darker, hatred like even.
Weakened eyelids fluttered open and awake, trying to adjust at the light and blurry sight, and when they did, you were received with a look that were only given to your common enemies. Your heart broke into nothingness.
Miguel could see you mumbling his name, but it fell upon deaf ears. He turned around and left.
LYLA's projection brought him back to reality. For once he was grateful she was there, his past haunting him stopped briefly.
"Did ya hear?"
"Hm?"
"Are you sure you wanna do that?"
"Highest resolution available."
"Isn't it a crime to use this tech to personal purposes?"
"Solo haz lo que te digo.*" His tone an octave lower and demanding.
LYLA sighed and soon a new projection appeared on his screen.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, his eyes following your frame that soon disappeared in the arms of an unknown man. His eyes narrowed in disdain as he peppered your face in kisses.
He was tall, not as physically built as he, but the man looked like the cardio was enough for him. House looked cozy, homey. Tainted in the colors you were always telling him about , matcha green and beige.
The man kissed you, and as he cupped your cheeks to do so, Miguel caught the glimpse of a golden ring on his finger.
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"Mi amor!" Your hand covered your mouth as your squealing was muffled. Your husband rushed to you and stopped upon seeing you nodding and crying as you held a pregnancy test on hand. After two months of trying.
The man was overjoyed. And Miguel's jaw clenched.
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"It's a boy"
You whispered in between soft sobs as the ultrasound captured the picture. Red eyes glued at the way that man mumbled the sweetest things that made your chest swell merrily. He looked so proud of you.
You had always wanted a boy.
He was once the father of a boy.
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"Im not going anywhere" The man mumbled as he planted himself by your side.
"Where would I go, hmm?" His stomach revolted as the scene displayed before him.
You left
His mind accused. Something he could truly never shake off. Months of surveillance resumed into this very moment. Medical staff rushed in and soon the moment he never got to experience with you, happened.
Your child was born.
His lip pursed, suppressing a quiver while he witnessed in sheer darkness, the peak of your happiness. Your arms cradled the baby, cooed him, cherished him. Your pride and joy, shared with a stranger.
Could've been you
Miguel's breath was released in a shaky sigh.
"Felicidades, mi niña."
He turned off the screen. Darkness swallowing him whole.
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Solo haz lo que te digo- Just do as you're told.
Felicidades, mi niña.- Congratulations, my dear.
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Here's a little fluffy hurt/comfort blurb based on this photo I took that's gotten a surprising amount of attention. We're all out here just simping for tired old anime men, huh?
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Content: Hurt/Comfort, Solomon x Reader, GN MC
Keep in mind this might contain potential Nightbringer spoilers!
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It had been another long night of attendant duties. They had already been considered a handful back in your time, so one could only imagine how bad they were now, or was then the proper term? This time jump still gave you a massive headache. One had to wonder how the demon brothers survived on their own without you around. Even Lucifer needed looking after, even if he would never say such a thing. He often had too many curious looks cross over his face when encountering something he'd never seen before. Of course, anything that happened was now your mess to clean up.
And while being needed by them bolstered your pride...caring for these demons that looked at you like a stranger was exhausting. Being told to return home when you considered the House of Lamentation your home was tiring. Not being able to find comfort in the arms of the demons you considered family was draining. You used to be able to sit down and talk to them. Now...they hardly listened to what you had to say, shooing you off as some fussy attendant. You thought these things over in your head as you walked home alone to Cocytus Hall. The steps you made seemed to echo through the empty streets, although you knew it was just your mind run ragged with weariness, woes, and worries.
The door to your new 'home' creaked as the old metal hinges announced your return. There wasn't a sound. No shouts of 'welcome home', no scolding of being out too late, no questions about where you'd been. It should've torn you up inside, it had torn you up inside, just right now you were far too fatigued to give in to your emotions. You couldn't handle another teary-filled night. Your feet shuffled up the stairs and towards your room. The space was dark, unfamiliar. You and Solomon had rearranged it to feel like your room at the HOL, he'd even grown a tree in the middle of the floor right by your bed, causing the Sorcerer to be harshly punished by Barbatos, but...it wasn't the same. Would it ever feel the same?
You slipped your feet out of your shoes, a flick of your leg sending them towards the frame of your bed. They clattered in the quiet room. Then, a not-so-quiet little groan reached your ears. You felt like at some point in your life, such a noise in a darkened room would've made you jump. Maybe Devildom life had changed you, or maybe you could distinguish the voice from the little moan alone. A little bit of the home-sickness coiled in your chest softened, your lungs not feeling quite so tight. "What're you doing in here?" You wondered aloud, keeping your voice barely above a whisper. When you weren't graced with a response, you twirled a finger, gesturing a spell towards the little lantern on the nightstand. You might not be powerful enough to send yourself home, but you weren't completely powerless at least. The candle's wick lit immediately, casting everything in it's short vicinity in a soft orange glow. There he was, a lump of a shadow atop your mattress. He was turned away from you, facing the wall your bed was pushed up against. His body seemed to be settled on the very edge. You couldn't help but shake your head at him. Not even under the covers, no pillow, still in his RAD uniform, sometimes you had to wonder if you were his attendant as well. He might master the magical and spectacular, but he always seemed to struggle with the most mundane of tasks, like his wisdom held no more room for the ordinary.
Although, despite this situation and the day's frustrations and the fact that there was a mess of a human in your unfamiliar bed, you found yourself smiling just a little, just enough to give you that little push you would need to get up in the morning. Solomon hardly ever let himself be caught in such a position. He wasn't one to often express his vulnerabilities. So, like most things he did, you wondered if it was intentional. Perhaps he was showing you this wasn't easy for him as well, his own strength depleted. Or perhaps there was another meaning to the tempting empty space beside him. You approached the bed and gripped at the end of the comforter. Solomon never seemed to have too much of a problem being berated-- if he did, he never showed it at least-- but the one thing he could never stand to be called was a magician. It always struck you as an odd fact, but an amusing one nonetheless. So, while it may have been childish, you urged him to show you one "magic" trick in particular. The one that's considered little more than a party trick, one where you tug at a sheet or tablecloth and leave the items that had been settled on top undisturbed. With a flourish, you tugged at the blanket with a brisk snap till it was fully in your hands. Although, it hadn't been perfect. You'd tugged Solomon back about an inch. His voice once again rumbled in his chest, a sleepy and curious murmur. You crawled into bed, the mattress bobbing a bit. You laid by his back, pulling the covers over the both of you. You grabbed a few pillows, placing one under your head and the other next to Solomon. With a gentle hand, you slid your palm under the sorcerer's neck, bringing your touch up to where you could feel his cheek. You lifted his head and dragged the cushion underneath it. Of course, this sudden act forced him to stir.
"Hm?" Solomon hummed, his cheek rubbing against the pillowcase till his head started to turn.
No, you didn't want him to move. You didn't want him to turn around, to look at your tired eyes that threatened to shed tears. So you planted your face in the back of his neck, your arms finding their way to his sides, wrapping around him. You were practically pinning him in place now. Which was fine. You...were supposed to act like a demon now, right? You could act selfish. You felt his body stiffen at first, a little bit off guard, but then he relaxed again.
You heard him breathe deeply through his mouth, perhaps still half-asleep. "Welcome home," you heard him whisper. "Long day?"
"Long week," you replied, a certain shudder in your voice you never intended to make. He went silent at that. You knew that the things you said hurt him to a degree. There was a sadness to his eyes whenever you showed up at Cocytus Hall with nothing but dejected looks on your face even when he sat there waiting for you with your favorite take-out. There was a little slump to his shoulders anytime you would express how lonely you felt even with him around. His smirk always wavered whenever he did his best to cheer you up but knew that it would never be enough. Coming all the way to the past like this just for you must be a heavy burden in it's own right. "I'm really glad," you began to say, "that you're here with me." You definitely had thought it in your mind, but you wondered if you expressed your thanks vocally yet. You'd finally done it now at least. "I don't think I'd be able to do this on my own."
His chest swelled in a big deep breath before letting it out through his nose. His hand managed to find one of yours, his fingers brushing against yours, not yet fully intertwining but simply dancing on the edge of the possibility. "You should give yourself more credit than that. But, I would be lying if I said I wasn't glad to hear you say that." You both rested in another little bout of peaceful silence, listening to the soft breaths of one another, feeling the warmth of another human. "It was an easy decision," Solomon finally expressed. "I didn't need to think twice about it. I couldn't leave my precious apprentice to fend for themselves." His fingers finally slipped between yours slowly, knuckle bumping into knuckle, feeling the pads of your palms, like he was exploring the feeling. You wondered how long it had been since he last held hands with someone. "My partner through time..." He then chuckled a little bit. "Sounds a bit like a cheesy movie, doesn't it?" Clearly he was trying to brighten the mood. You let out a single huff of a laugh, your nose at the base of his skull, his hair brushing against your face. You felt him take an unsteady breath, his body curling a little bit, shifting towards you. "Will you let me stay in your arms a little longer?"
A little smile curled around your lips. Tempting fate, you kissed the back of his neck. "You can stay here till morning if you want. After all, I wouldn't want to leave my adorable teacher all by himself," you lightly teased, mirroring his own phrase at him. You watched the dim light in the room flicker before it was snuffed out. Magic probably had a hand in it. You closed your eyes as adjusted your hold on Solomon, finding the most comfortable position against his back. "Goodnight," you whispered. "See you tomorrow?" You didn't mean for it to come off like such an uncertain question. But you were afraid, afraid that things would get worse, that you'd be stranded in the past forever.
But he was determined to be here with you, to make sure you were safe, to make sure you had someone to rely on. "I'll be here."
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tinymoon-beam · 2 months
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Hey Moony! I was wondering if I could request a bit of a sad one? Could we see one of the littles dealing with loss or grief? I'm having a really hard time at the moment, I'm about to go to my third funeral in a short period, and your littles give me so much comfort.
I'm very sorry for the losses you're going through. I'm sending you you much love 🩷
Cw: HEAVY!!! Dew's transition, he flatlines twice, vomit mention, panic attacks, one seizure mentioned, Mountain going through a lot of emotions while he processes everything. Of course Dew is ok and Mountain makes his peace at the end. Also remember they aren't human so healing happens a lot quicker because magic
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The stone is cold against his back and he shakes. He'd been kicked out of the room, Aether said it wasn't safe and there was something in his eyes that would haunt Mountain for the rest of his days. He had argued, had snarled and bared his teeth. He didn't want to leave Dew.
The water ghoul had grabbed his hand, kissing his knuckles and telling him he loved him, but he had to leave.
His heart had started breaking the second the door locked behind him. The hall is empty and too silent and he does his best to just stay focused, to stay strong for Dew....the first scream sends him crashing down and he throws up on the floor.
His little fists slam against the door, busting his knuckles against the wood as he screams for Dew, as he begs Aether to stop.
Dew screams again and Mountain can't breathe. His head spins and his chest hurts.
"Stop! Stop Aether!"
"Mountain?"
He whips around to find Secondo and Terzo behind him, sad eyes as the older of the two reaches out for the little ghoul.
"Come with us, you shouldn't be here right now."
"Lasst mich in Ruhe! Fassen Sie mich nicht an!" (Leave me alone don't touch me). He hits the door again. "Papi!"
Secondo sighs and wraps his arms around the little ghoul from behind. He thrashes and hisses, slamming back against his chest. He can feel him panicking, the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the way his heart pounds against his arm where he has it wrapped around him.
"Atmen, Kleines." (Breathe little one). He doesn't know much German but he's glad for what he does.
Nein! Lasst mich los! Papi!" (No let go of me)
His legs give out when Dew screams again, longer, far more pained than the others had been and Secondo catches him when he passes out.
Terzo glares daggers at the door, eyes wet when the scream fades into a broken gurgling sound.
"We need to get him-"
Secondo is cut off when he hears Copia yelling something, when he hears Sister shout back. Omega races by, coming from down the hall in the direction of the infirmary with a stretcher pulled behind him.
The two former Papa's step back against the wall, giving him space to get into the room. Mountain stirs in his arms and Secondo covers his eyes when Omega and Aether rush by again, this time with Dewdrop on the stretcher.
The both gasp at the sight of him, stomachs rolling and Secondo truly can't believe that he's going to survive this...
"Papi..."
His little voice is rough, hoarse from screaming. Secondo holds him tighter, eyes blurry when he turns to the door to see Imperator and Copia leaving. She bustles past quickly, heading in the same direction the quints had, not sparing them a second glance.
Copia is pale in the doorway, eyes wide and skin shiny with sweat. He's in shock, terrified by whatever he had seen in there.
"Fratellino-"
Copia turns away and vomits. Terzo steps behind him, rubbing his back through it. When he stands upright there are tears on his face and Secondo doesn't want to ask, not when Mountain still lays in his arms, eyes not tracking, chest still rattling with panic.
"Copia, go get some water, change into something comfortable and get that washed." Secondo gestures to what his little brother is wearing and winces at the smell pouring into the hallway. "Terzo go with him. I'll get Mountain changed and I'll meet you outside of the infirmary."
"T-they won't let-"
"Outside. We won't go in but I think it's wise to be close by just...in case..."
Copia flinches and ducks his head. "Yes that's...that's..."
Terzo wraps his arm around him and pulls him down the hall. Secondo positions Mountain more comfortably in his arms and carefully makes his way to the ghoul wing. He is quick to get Mountain changed, grabbing a blanket and his bunny, bundling him up and kissing the top of his head.
"Papi..."
It's another barely there whisper, the only word he seems to know or care about right now.
"Ist schon gut, Kleines. Wir werden uns um dich kümmern." (It's alright little one. We will take care of you.)
He's not surprised to beat his brothers there, taking a seat with Mountain held securely on his lap, head against his shoulder, little whimpers spilling from his lips with every breath.
The other two are silent when they join, each holding onto their rosaries praying to the unholy father for Dewdrop's healing.
He's not sure how long they sit there before Aether comes out with puffy eyes and tear streaked cheeks. Secondo instinctively holds Mountain tighter.
"He...he flatlined twice...we got him back but..." He shakes his head, forcing out a shaky breath. "I don't know if..."
Mountain glances over, big green eyes full of tears and Aether kneels, taking his cold little hand in his.
"Mount...I need you to..."
"Wird er sterben?" (Will he die)
Secondo feels his throat tighten at the break in his voice as he translates for Aether.
He watches the Quint struggle, watches him try not to break in front of the little ghoul.
"I don't know, baby. We...we are going to do everything we can but..." He takes a minute to steady his breathing. "I need to get back in there."
"Can we-"
Aether glares at Copia, eyes hard and he shrinks into his seat as the Quint storms back into the infirmary.
"We should have-"
Terzo shakes his head. "There is no sense talking about should haves now, what's done is done."
Mountain softly sobbing drags all their attention toward him.
"Wenn er stirbt, werde ich allein sein." (If he dies I will be alone)
Secondo holds him closer, the little ghouls face up against his neck. "You will never be alone, Mountain. Never."
He cries himself to sleep eventually and Copia allows himself to cry while Mountain sleeps.
Hours pass, the sun rises and sets again. Small meals grabbed by the sisters and brought to them, quick trips to change clothes. Mountain screams everytime they take him away, kicking and fighting as hard as he could in his weakened state.
When they are finally allowed in, Mountain is terrified by all the bandages covering Dew's body, the beeping and dripping of iv fluids.
Aether had carried him in, cradling him as they stood by Dew's bedside. Mountain struggles to look at him, shaking hard against Aether's chest.
"Papi bitte wach auf..." (Papi please wake up)
"Do you want to hold his hand?"
Mountain shakes his head quickly and Aether nods in understanding and doesn't push. Mountain whispers an 'i love you' before Aether carries him back out, placing him back in Secondos arms.
"I need you to go get some sleep ok? I promise I'll come get you if I have to, but you're going to get sick if you don't rest." He kisses Mountain's forehead and forces a soft little smile that feels wrong.
Ifrit keeps Mountain in his room with him, rubbing his back with his warm fingers until he once again cries himself to sleep. He hums, trying to give him something to hold on to, something else to focus on.
He wakes up big and fuming. The anger at the entire situation catching up to him and he storms from Ifrits room before he ends up starting a fight. He doesn't bother going to the infirmary, he can't right now. He's pissed at Dew for agreeing to this, pissed at Aether and Copia for going along with it, pissed at sister and the church for asking...
He sinks to his knees when he gets to the greenhouse. Dew isn't going to feel like Dew anymore, he won't look the same, he won't smell the same...nothing will be the same. What if this fire ghoul wants nothing to do with him? What if pebble was just for the sweet, soft spoken water ghoul?
It'll break his heart and he's not sure he will want to stick around if he no longer has the Dewdrop he'd loved so deeply.
Days pass, Mountain feels like the entire world ended but days still pass and life goes on outside of the infirmary. Omega and Aether keep a steady flow of magic coursing through Dew and he's, outwardly, not as damaged as he had been. But he's still not out of the woods.
Mountain had gone in to talk to him, sitting by his bedside alone. He'd told him he hated him for doing this...Dew had seized and Mountain slipped so hard and fast from the shock and fear of it, he'd fainted on the floor, coming to in his room with Secondo softly singing a lullaby.
He's embarrassed when he realizes his clothes are different, realizing he must have wet himself in his panic and that Secondo had to deal with it. He curls up in a tight little ball and just hopes maybe he will disappear.
When the day comes that Dew opens his eyes, Mountain can't bring himself to go and see him. He knows the others are judging him but he can't face not seeing the familiar blue, replaced with something that looks like a stranger.
He gets in a fight with Aether that night. Both overly tired and terrified, tension finally reaching the boiling point. When Aether slams the door, Mountain drops alone, crying into one of Dew's shirts he'd found under his bed. He wakes up the next morning still small with Aether's arms around him.
Aether gets him breakfast and he holds his hand and follows him to the infirmary. Dew's sleeping and Mountain studies him, tries to find his Papi in this sort of new ghoul.
His hair is darker and his horns look like bone instead of seashells, his gills are scarred over, his skin is different now too and he knows if he were to touch him he'd be warm...too warm.
He squeezes his eyes shut when Dew opens his. He doesn't want to look yet, he doesn't want to really see that he's different now.
"Mount?"
His voice is rough and Mountain shakes, nails digging into Aether's shoulders, shaking his head frantically.
"Nein...nein bitte, Aether!" (No no please)
He doesn't see Dews sad little shake of his head and how he doesn't have tears to cry yet but he would be if he could.
He doesn't go back for another week. Big this time, head as clear as it's able to be. Dew's awake, eyes locked on the ceiling when Mountain enters quietly. He's grateful that Dew ignores him, doesn't look over until he's seated.
He braces himself when he does finally turn his head. His eyes are like honey...like whiskey something dark but pretty...so pretty.
"Forgive me yet?"
"No."
He nods. "Ok."
The silence is heavy and Mountain shifts against the chair. "Do you still...am I still..."
"Always." Mountain sees the fire there, burning in his eyes. "That will never change. Not for me."
He holds his eyes as long as he can before he looks away, blinking back tears.
"I have to go. I can't-"
"Take your time."
He misses him as more days pass, feels like he's mourning even though he survived and he's so tired of being angry. He grabs his bunny, sniffling as he sneaks carefully down the stairs and out into the main hall.
It's dark, night falling over the Abbey and he only hears a few of the Sisters moving around. Sister Dimitria spots him and he thinks he's going to be in trouble, that she's going to yell at him and make him go back.
Her eyes are soft and knowing and she offers him her hand. "Come on, I'll walk you down there."
He hesitates for a moment before taking her hand and following along to the infirmary.
Dew's awake, reading one of his books. His head snaps over when he catches Mountains scent, sitting up, wincing just slightly when he does.
Dimitria helps Mountain onto the bed carefully and leaves silently.
"What are you doing awake, pebble?"
That's what does it, one little word ripping the rest of his angry walls down. He's still pebble, he's still Dew's.
Dewdrop wraps his arms around him , pulling him close as tight as he can manage, still weak but getting stronger. Mountain cries when he hears his heart, almost the same but it's stronger, better now.
"It's ok. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."
And despite it all, the fear and the pain.... Mountain believes him. He clings to him, tears spilling onto Dews shoulder while he runs his warm fingers through his hair, humming the same way he always did.
He's different in small ways but the core of him is still Dew, is still his Papi. He feels safe as his eyes start to shut, the poor sleeping habits catching up to him all at once.
"Ich liebe dich, Papi." (I love you)
"Ich liebe dich auch, pebble. Für immer." (I love you too. Forever)
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Eddie Munson x Reader | ~650 Words
What is this? I don't know. Just thinking about how Eddie feels when he's cleaning himself up before some fun play time with his partner. The reader wears a strap.
The ritual gets him ready. He’s thought about what will happen if/when you decide to move on from him, if he’ll ever be able to feel the warm water between his cheeks without getting hard. He pours the soap onto the center of the soft and soaked cloth and watches the bubbles foam. The steam that fills his small bathroom smells of coconut and vanilla.
The ritual dictates his movements, starting with rubbing that soft and textured cloth along his forehead. Wiping away the dust in the corner of his eyes. Behind his ears, he doesn’t want to grow potatoes back there, and under his curls at the back of his neck. His shoulders and chest. He ignores the way the blood rushes south as the soapy cloth runs against his bellybutton. The soap lathers in the fine hair that turns coarser and coarser as he goes down, down, down and washes himself where he’s aching to be touched.
He can’t help but rest his head against the tile focusing on the way it cools his skin. He resists the urge to stroke himself and wills himself to remember the ritual. He cleans his erection, and the soft sac underneath. He does not stroke. He does not give in to it. He moves down to his legs, ignoring the way he’s speeding up now. He knows what comes next. He knows what’s waiting for him in his bedroom, behind the thin and evil wall where he rests his head.
He takes the bottle of body wash and squeezes it into the washcloth. He turns his back to the stream of hot water, letting it stream down his back. He’s shaking, no vibrating. He spreads himself to let the almost scalding water run down his open slit, that aching hole clenching at the feeling. The soapy cloth does its work, and his eyes roll back into his head at the feeling of it. Oh god, does it feel so right to be touched there. He’s forgotten about his cock while he cleans himself, but it moves in the open air of the shower. It thrusts into nothing with each swipe of the slightly rough cloth.
He wonders if you know how much self control it takes to not bend himself in half, letting himself get carried away with the sensation. Letting himself pulse and cum in the steaming hot bathroom. Oh, yes. It would feel nice, and he tucks the thought away - maybe someday he won’t have you waiting for him in the other room. He takes the shower head from its hook, and sprays the head against his open ass. He’s scrubbed clean, and he’s rinsing it all away before he enters that sacred space with you.
He’s hard, so hard, when he steps onto the bath mat outside of the shower. He takes his time, breathing the steamy air through his nose while he uses the soft terry cloth towel to dry himself. He didn’t know a towel could feel so soft, but you’ve taught him the magic of vinegar in the washing machine. It’s not the only thing you’ve taught him. He takes a moment to breathe in the smell of the fresh towel before wrapping it around his waist and releasing the steam of the shower into the bedroom. 
You’re laying in the bed, your cock already strapped on and standing tall. You’ve been watching the door, waiting for him. God, you can’t believe how he looks right now. His pale skin with the black ink that dances on the surface of it. The curls with drops of water that drip along his pretty collarbone. You can see his erection pressing against the gray towel he has slung around his hips.
“Come here, pretty boy. I want you to sit on my face.”
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