#OH MY GOD I WILL BE PASSING AWAY DUE TO THIS POST

[cinnabeat]

i think i might just switch my kanade and akito wallpapers around

#rest assured there was a previous and much longer and rambly post i ended up deleting before this #but basically #i like akito more than kanade even tho i like them both if not an equal amount #and would rather see akitos bright orange ass as my lockscreen then hidden behind The Apps #michi tag #im tired its 4 am i have to get up tomorrow and be a person early in the morning #i have a project dur in like? five days #oh god i have a project due in five days #im gonna pass away now

[darl1ngpearl]

Ditz ,

authors note : miss me?

Warning !! : reader is female, reader is feminine, swearing, talks of sex, vulgar language used, hint of flirting between reader and dina, TINY mention of reader flirting with a teacher, possessive Ellie, oral fixation, face slapping (once), thigh riding, pantie stealing, eating out, fingering, nickname usage: sugar, pretty, babygirl (in a mocking manner), doll, sweet girl, angel, baby, sweetheart, ect.

You were sat in class, positioned in the front corner along with your best friend, Dina. It was only 9 in the morning and you were already complaining to her about the poor taste you had in men and now women when it came to sleeping around.

“And I thought that a woman would be different! Like men are sooooo fucking stupid, none of them even know where the clit is Dina! Like, are you kidding me? How do you miss it?! One motherfucker starting rubbing my left lip thinking he was an expert!! He was all up in my ear like-“

You leant across the table to whisper in her ear, trying to suppress your giggles and ignoring the fact that your skirt rode a little too high due to its ridiculously short length. You whispered in her ear in a poorly attempted gruff voice and said,

“- That feel good babygirl?”

Dina burst out laughing, slamming her hands against the table in disbelieve,

“Shut the fuck up, oh my god!”

You sat back down and giggled with her before rolling your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest, which led to your breasts almost falling out of your low cut top.

“And all i’m gonna say is, whoever said ‘big feet equals a big dick’ is a fucking liar!”

Dina let out a loud cackle, causing some of the other students to jump. You giggled once more, before slipping down further into your seat with a frown.

“But I really thought a woman would be different D!! I’m so disappointed”

You pouted and reached over the table to play with the loose strands of her hair that fell out her bun. Dina hummed and spoke,

“Awh sugar, I’m sure you’ll find someone who’s perfect at fucking you”

You both laugh and she lands a kiss on the wrist that hovered over her face, which caused you to give her a soft smile.

Just after, the teacher and the rest of the class came through into the classroom and made their way to their seats. Dina and you both pulled away from each other and pulled out your textbooks.

You sent a wink to the teacher as soon as she made eye contact with you, which caused her to pause momentarily. This made Dina and you to both giggle. Dina then lent over to you and whispered in your ear,

“She sooooo wants to get in your panties”

You snort and roll your eyes, gently shoving her away from you.

The lesson went by too slow for your liking, nothing that was being taught peaked your interest. This was also evident in your grades. You were failing miserably, yet you didn’t care, you didn’t even try to pass.

You turned your focus from the board to look behind you, taking in everyone’s faces and humming a tune quietly to yourself. Then you met eyes with her.

Ellie fucking Williams, the most gorgeous woman you have ever seen in your life. You would more than happily give up your whole life just to sleep with her.

Yet, it seemed as if she couldn’t care less about you. You would often give her a sweet smile if you saw each other in the halls, or you would be polite and say hi to her if you bumped into each other in public, and that was fairly often due to you both staying in campus in the small town it was located in. Yet she would never give something nice back in return. She would always scoff at you, roll her eyes or look at you like you just smeared shit all over her. Saying it upset you was an understatement, your face would always drop, and in most cases, your eyes would even well with tears. You couldn’t understand why she was so mean.

You gave her a soft smile when you both met eyes, yet all she did was turn her attention back to the teacher. This caused a pout to form on your lips and your posture slumped.

Dina noticed and patted your thigh,

“Don’t waste your time on her pretty, it’s not worth it”

You sigh and rest your head on her shoulder, watching as she drew soft circles on your thigh with her finger,

“She’s just so perfect D, ‘s not fair”

She hums and sighs, kissing the top of your head. Moments after, the bell had rung and students immediately jumped up from their seats and began to pack up, this included Dina and you.

As you placed your book into your bag, the teacher made her way over to your desk and stood in front of you. You looked up at her and she looked down at you with a stern expression.

“Your grades are a disgrace Y/N. Starting tonight Ellie Williams will be tutoring you, you’re lucky she volunteered to help or I’m afraid i would’ve had to kick out the class.”

“Ellie asked to help me?”

She frowned slightly at the response she was given, yet nodded her head.

“I asked my top students if they were able to free some time and tutor you. Ellie asked if she could do it as she has plenty of free time. To be quite frank, she shot up at the chance, the others didn’t get a chance to respond.”

You nodded your head and quickly turned to glance at Dina with a wide smile. Dina only giggled and rolled her eyes. You couldn’t believe it.

Yet, the more you thought about it, the more you were confused. If Ellie hated you that much why did she jump to the opportunity of helping you? Was it to humiliate you?

You groaned and shoved your face further into your pillow.

It was an hour before Ellie was coming over to your dorm for your tutoring. You were so excited, yet so scared at the same time. You didn’t know what was going to happen and it worried you, the person who constantly stuck their nose up at you was coming over to your dorm to help you? It made no sense.

You whined and kicked your feet, in the act also kicking stuffies off of the end of your bed. You weren’t ready.

Literally, you weren’t ready.

There was a variety of things scattered across your room from the previous few days, creating a mess. You were still wearing your clothes from earlier, you hadn’t touched up your makeup, and you hadn’t even been bothered to find your school supplies that are well needed in order for you to be taught anything.

You slowly pulled yourself up with a groan and looked around your room, which made you groan even louder at the true state it was in. It didn’t look as messy as this earlier, so why does it look such a mess now?

You stood up and made your way over to your closet, tiptoeing over everything in your way. You began to strip down to your underwear and as you shimmied out of your mini skirt, the door knocked.

A loud gasp fell from your lips youand looked around frantically. Why is she here early ?!

In a panicked trance, you swung open the door and stood in front of Ellie in only your underwear.

She let out a choked scoff, before shoving you back further into your room and made her way in. She quickly shut the door and spun herself around.

“You must be fucking crazy. Do you answer the door to everyone like that?”

You shook your head quick, before realising she couldn’t even see you,

“No!! I just panicked! I was trying to get changed before you-”

She groans and cuts you off,

“Just get dressed, I don’t need to hear a whole story about it”

You huff and pout at her attitude. It made you think that she truly did ask to help you just to humiliate you.

You threw on an oversized hoodie that you had picked up from the floor and whilst you did so, Ellie took the time to look around your dorm room, taking in the complete mess and the immense amount of pink, which caused her to scoff.

You turned to look at her once you were decent, and watched as she mentally picked apart your room. It made you feel small, although she didn’t say anything, the look on her face was more than enough. She sighed and then turned to you,

“Do you even have what you need? Your guide? note book?”

You slowly shook your head and rushed forward to your desk, reaching into your draws to pull out various books.

Ellie stood behind you, staring straight ahead at the clear view she had of your ass and more. She couldn’t take her eyes off, she was mesmerised. She knew she shouldn’t stare, but maybe it was the way that your pastel blue thong perfectly outlined your cunt, or maybe it was the perfect amount of fat on your ass. As you stood up straight, she quickly turned to look at something else, her eyes landing on panties that were left discarded on the floor, which caused her to tug her bottom lip under her teeth.

You threw your books onto your bed and sat down, looking up at Ellie. You spoke in a small voice,

“You can sit”

She nods and sits on your bed facing you, she sits on top of your stuffies and you had to hold back the urge not to yank her off of them. She saw your face twist the moment she sat and she frowned,

“What?”

“Nothing nothing. It’s just that… you’re sat on my stuffies”

She rolled her eyes and pulled her glasses out from her pocket. She put them on and adjusted them so they rested comfortably on her nose. After, she opened the books that sat infront of her, scanning your notes that were kept to an extreme minimal, she could tell you didn’t care just through how scruffy some of your notes were.

You played with your sleeves and watched her as she flicked through the book with a disapproving scowl.

“Your notes are shit Y/N, how do you even understand them?”

She glanced up at you over her glasses and you began to gnaw at your bottom lip.

“Um… I don’t?”

She looked back down to your book in silence and began to make edits to your notes. You watched as she wrote in your book and drew arrows to certain words, in hopes to make it more understandable for you.

“Ellie I can’t even see”

“Shut up”

You grumbled and sent her a glare that she didn’t even acknowledge. You crossed your arms over your chest and continued to watch her make notes.

You kept silent for a few moments, before deciding to speak once more,

“Aren’t you meant to be teaching me? Yknow, with words?”

“Y/N, can you shut up?”

You rolled your eyes and layed back against your headboard, not even bothering to tug your hoodie down to cover yourself.

“Sit up”

She spoke to you without even looking up from the book, she continued to write and in all honesty, it pissed you off.

Why is she sitting there and acting like she has been forced into tutoring you? It seriously made no sense to you.

“Why should I if I can’t even see? And if you won’t even teach me anything?”

That’s what caused her to look up. Her eyes were met with your cunt, before she quickly averted her gaze up to your face. She glared at you before grabbing your legs and pulling you towards her. Your hoodie road up past your waist, and she acted like she couldn’t care less. In reality, her heart was pounding. She then lifted you up by your waist and effortlessly positioned you on her lap.

“Better now?”

You nodded your head and went silent, your face was beet red and you were trying to get grasps of what just happened. Ellie acted like it was nothing and she continued making notes in your book. In order for her to see, she placed the book in your lap, her arms around your waist and she rested her chin against your shoulder.

You read through the notes she had made and somehow, you understood it all. Your eyes shifted from the notes to her hands. she had rough hands, and it was clear she often bit her nails due to how scuffed they were.

Her slender fingers were decorated in chunky rings that wrapped just perfectly around her digits. You traced over every vein with your eyes and your mouth fell agape at just how mesmerising they truly were.

“Y/N, are you listening?”

You quickly snapped out of your trance and nodded your head.

“Alright then, what did I just say?”

“Uhm… C equals two?”

She groans loud, directly into your ear, before lifting her hand from the notebook to flick your forehead.

“No.”

“Ow, Ellie!”

You whine and massage the area she had flicked.

“Y equals two. You divide Y by X, which gives you zero point zero two, and then you would divide that by C, which would give you the answer of two. Meaning, your answer would be 100, as C would equal 100. Understand?”

You let out a fake cry, dropping your head into your hands.

“I give up. I hate this and it is way too difficult!”

“Y/N, this is basic maths. It’s not hard to understand. If you hate it, what was the point in choosing it as a course?”

“Because Dina wanted to do math! And I just followed her because I didn’t want to do a course with strangers in!”

“Have you ever heard of making friends? Or does your small ass brain not understand what that is either.”

You span around on her lap, kicking her in her ribs in the process, to scowl at her.

“I do understand what that is, thank you very much smart ass. Every time I try to make friends with someone new, they just think I want to get into their pants!”

“Well i’m not surprised, have you even acknowledged how you talk to everyone? Let’s use me as an example. You bat your eyelashes at me with each word that comes out of your mouth, you will stare at me with eyes wide as fuck, you’re constantly trying to touch me, not to mention you following me around like a lost lamb all because you want to say hi. You bite your lip whenever I mutter a word, and you prantz around the whole college wearing skimpy little outfits. Of course everyone thinks that you want to fuck them.”

Your face scrunched up more and more with each word she said,

“That is not true.”

“Yes it is Y/N. You even do it to the teacher, the whole class could say the exact same, it’s so fucking evident.”

“Are you done obliterating me? Or do you want to continue?”

she scoffs directly into your face and crosses her arms over her chest,

“Obliterating you? You really are stupid. I am not doing such thing, I am just stating the obvious doll”

Heat rose to your cheeks, either from embarrassment, or from what she had just called you, maybe it was from both.

Ellie ran a hand through her hair, a puff of air falling from her lips. Her eyes scanned your figure up and down before she spoke once more,

“You really get on my nerves, you know that?”

“If i am reallyyyyy on your nerves, then why did you volunteer to help me? Matter of fact, why did you jump to the opportunity, not even giving anyone else the chance to volunteer, huh?”

“Watch your fucking tone when you’re talking to me.”

“Don’t tell me what to do. Answer the question, Ellie.”

She grabbed your face, smushing your cheeks in between her fingers and thumb, as she pulled you closer. Her face was inches away from yours, she could feel her hot breath fanning against your face.

“I said, watch your fucking tone when talking to me.”

Your whole body felt like it was on fire. Your face was beyond red and you could feel beads of sweat beginning to build on the back of your neck.

Ellie was pissed off, and it was clearly obvious. You didn’t dare speak up, let alone move. You didn’t want to piss her off even more, if anything, you wished she would leave so you could hide away in your room and never step foot outside these four walls ever again, to slowly wallow away in your own embarrassment.

The both of you were frozen in the same position for what felt like hours, with one of her hands squeezing your face together, and the other that had wrapped around your waist without you realising. She was staring directly into your eyes, and you stared right back into hers.

After some time, she had let go of your face, and leant back against your headboard. Both of her hands were now holding your waist, her eyes still glued to yours. She licked her lips and hummed, eyeing you up and down once again, before she spoke,

“You want me to tell you why I volunteered to tutor you?”

You nodded your head, not finding the courage to speak up.

“You drive me fucking crazy Y/N, like beyond fucking crazy. The way you talk to everyone makes me feel insane, because you should only be talking to me like that. You shouldn’t be batting your eyelashes at anyone but me, you shouldn’t be chasing anyone else around but me.”

You frowned at what had just came out her mouth. You thought that she hated you, You thought that she couldn’t stand being anywhere near you.

She continued to speak, despite the clear confusion displayed on your face.

“I want you all to myself. I don’t want you near any man, or any other woman, especially if they don’t know you to treat and please you. Even seeing you flirt with Dina during class is too much. Only I can please you Y/N, everyone else is fucked for not knowing how to treat such a perfect girl like you.”

“Ellie… I don’t understand. You seem so disgusted every time i’m near you. Please don’t be playing a prank on me, it’s not funny.”

She sighs and strokes your hair, curling it around her index and middle finger. You had to fight everything back not to lean into her hand.

“I’m not pranking you sweet girl, I may be mean but I am not that mean.”

You went to speak but before any sound could pass your lips, she cut you off.

“Before you had slept with Riley, I thought you were only interested in men. So, I tried to stay as far from you as I could to stop myself from becoming more and more infatuated with you. I was, and still am, totally fucking obsessed with you. I would ignore you and brush you off because each time you would latch onto my arm, or try to talk to me, I would become so frustrated with the thought that only a man could have the absolute pleasure of dating you, Y/N. I wasn’t mad at you, I was mad at the missed opportunity. Although, as soon as Riley had told me she had slept with you, I knew that I had a chance. It felt like fate when on the same day, our teacher had asked if anyone could tutor you, so of course I had jump to the opportunity baby”

You nodded your head slowly, trying to get a grasp of everything she had just told you, before scrunching up your face once more.

She groans at your reaction,

“You’re such a fucking ditz.”

“Ellie shut up”

She chuckles and pulls you forward, so your body is flush against her chest. She looks down at you, and traces her thumb across your bottom lip.

Without thinking, you had wrapped your lips around the tip of her thumb and slowly swiped your tongue across it. Ellie groaned at the sight and had bucked her hips up, the cold, metal button on her jeans bumping into your clothed clit.

You let out a whine at the sensation, which had caused Ellie to smirk.

She pushed her thumb further into your mouth, until your lips were wrapped around the base. She admired you for some time, watching your face intently, before she pulled her phone from her back pocket and snapped a picture you.

You looked at her with eyes wide, in disbelief. All she did was laugh at your reaction. She then shifted and positioned you on her thigh, still keeping her thumb in your mouth.

“Cmon princess, ride it”

“W-what?”

“You heard me loud and clear. I know you can do it baby”

You nodded your head, looking down at her thigh, unable to maintain eye contact. However, Ellie didn’t like that, as soon as you averted your gaze, she pulled her thumb from your mouth and placed a firm slap on your cheek, which pulled a loud yelp from your lips.

“Eyes on me Y/N. Where’s all that confidence gone, hm?”

She spoke as she caressed your cheek, eyeing the red splotchy mark that began to form.

Ellie hummed as you looked back into her eyes. You slowly began to rock your hips back and forth against her thigh, biting down on your bottom lip.

“That’s my good girl”

You blushed at her words, and continued to grind your hips into her. Ellie’s hands had found their way back to your hips, and she pushed you down further into the strong muscle in between your thighs. The feeling of her rough jeans against your sensitive clit felt like bliss.

Quickly, with the added force from Ellie, moans and breathy whines fell from your lips.

Ellie felt like she was in heaven. Listening to the sounds that came from you, and watching you pathetically grind against her felt unreal. She kept thinking about how bizarre it was that she was now in this position, but god, she was not going to complain, not even once.

“Ellieeeee, ‘s not enoughhh”

She frowns, and holds you still with a firm grasp on your hips,

“Not enough?”

You lent forward, until your face was milimetres away from hers, and you shook your head. You spoke to her, sounding breathless,

“Need more…”

You glanced down at her lips, before looking back into her eyes. Ellie chuckled and licked her lips,

“What a greedy girl”

You hummed and pressed your lips against hers. A small kiss very quickly turned into a heavy make-out session. You wrapped your hands behind her neck, and pulled her closer to you, smashing your lips into hers. Your eyes were squeezed shut, and you shoved your tongue into her mouth.

Ellie’s fingers dug into your hips, so much so that when she moved her hands behind to your ass, there were nail marks shaped as crescent moons left littered in your hips. She started to grind you into her thigh once more, whilst keeping up with the sloppy make-out.

Ellie groaned into the kiss as she felt it growing more and more sloppy. There was drool forming in the corners of your mouth, that slowly started to drip down your chin, and you began to pant into the kiss.

Ellie’s hand slivered from your ass, to your clothed cunt. She started to rub slow circles against your clit through your panties, which caused you to whimper and bite down on her bottom lip, making Ellie hiss.

You pulled away from the kiss, and you looked like a wreck. There was drool all down your chin, your lips were swollen, and there was tears brimming your eyes. Your eyebrows were scrunched together, and your eyes were half lidded.

“Please go faster els, pretty pleaseee”

She stopped rubbing circles against your clit and cocked her head to the side,

“What if I don’t want to, hm? Then what princess?”

You let out a cry and looked at her with the best pleading look you could give,

“I said please though Ellie”

She laughs directly into your face, which caused you to huff. You slapped her chest and turned your head away,

“You’re mean.”

“I agree doll”

“Good, you should”

In an instant, Ellie had shoved you down onto the bed, and she was now hovering over you,

“Yeah? I should?”

You looked up her and nodded your head. She smirked at you, and brushed away the stray hairs that were sticking to your forehead.

“You’re so beautiful”

You smiled at the compliment, whilst pulling her pelvis into yours with your thighs. You tangled your fingers in her hair and tugged her closer, so your face was once again millimetres away from hers.

“You’re so perfect els”

She pecks your lips and hums,

“Yeah baby? You think so?”

“I know so”

Ellie chuckles, before prying your thighs off her hips. She shuffles her way down the bed, and stops just as her face aligns with your clothed cunt.

The feeling of her hot breath hitting your clit made you shudder and close your thighs around her head. She laughs and pushes your hoodie upto your waist,

“Oh sweetheart, i’ve not even started yet and you’re already acting like this?”

You fake a cry and grab a fistful of the bedsheets,

“Please Ellie”

Ellie places a kiss onto your clothed clit, before she pulls down your panties. unbeknownst to you, she had shoved the pair of panties into her back pocket. Ellie then placed another kiss onto your clit, which ripped a whine from your throat.

Ellie wasted no time, her head drove straight into your cunt and she started to lap up your clit, sucking and licking it like it was her last meal. Your head fell back, and a string of curses fell from your mouth.

“Fuck, Ellie!”

She hums and trails her tongue down further, before she began to bully her tongue into your cunt. She was sloppy with it, her movements were fast yet uneven. Not that she cared, she knew you were enjoying it, It was quite obvious.

Your legs were already twitching, you kept lifting your hips into her face, there was not a second where you were quiet, either you were moaning, or you were cursing.

Ellie’s chin was dripping with a mix of your juices, and her saliva. She felt as if she could eat you out for the rest of her life, and she would never get bored, not even for a second.

Your thighs tightened around her head, and you kept clenching around Ellie’s tongue.

Ellie couldn’t believe you were going to cum this early, she’s only just started. Just as your moans grew louder, Ellie pulled away.

“W-what the fuck Ellie!”

You lifted your head to look at her, with a frown painted across your face. She looked at you with a smile, before she licked her lips.

“You taste so good baby”

You huff and throw your head back onto the bed. Did she think you already came? Was that it?

Ellie could tell you were deep in thought, And by the pout on your lips, and your glassy eyes, she could tell it wasn’t good.

“Oh, you think i’m done?”

She cocks one of her eyebrows up, and stares at you, waiting for a response.

“Well it looks like it.”

She rolls her eyes and slaps your cunt, making you yelp and arch your back.

“Ow!!”

“Don’t think so low of me again.”

Ellie’s tongue dove straight back into your cunt, whilst she toyed with your clit using her thumb.

In an instant, moans and chants of Ellie’s name fell from your mouth once again.

You needed Ellie closer, if that was even possible. So, you placed your legs over her shoulders, and pulled her closer by a fistful of her hair.

Ellie let out a loud groan at the stinging sensation running through her scalp, that had vibrated against your cunt. You were a lot stronger than she had thought.

Ellie latched her lips around your clit once more, and without a warning she shoved two fingers into your cunt. She nipped at your clit with her teeth, and with a fast pace she plunged her fingers in and out of your hole.

You were even messier than before. Tears were streaming down your face, your mascara clumping underneath your eyes. Drool was spilling from the corner of your mouth, once again. Your forehead was dripping with sweat. Your back was arched, and your knuckles were turning white from how tight you were pulling on Ellie’s hair.

You had never felt this good. Never with anyone before, You couldn’t even make yourself feel this good. You were that blissed out you thought you were about to pass out.

“E-Ellie I need to cum!”

Instead of answering, Ellie continued to bully your cunt and clit with her fingers and tongue.

You could hear her slurping up the juices that kept spilling from your cunt, and the sound of her fingers pulling in and out.

Then, with a curl of her fingers that brushed against that one spongey spot, you had came all over Ellie’s face with a squeal.

Ellie’s pace began to slow once you rode out your high. She had then pulled away from your cunt, and looked up at your wrecked state.

You were panting heavily, your eyes were shut and your legs continued to twitch.

Ellie pulled her phone from her pocket, and snapped another picture of you. Before she leant down and kissed your forehead.

“Good girl baby, you did so well. Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

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[wileys-russo]

not so wise II a.russo x reader

she looks so cuddly there ^ not so wise II a.russo x reader

"do you want us to come in with you?" lotte offered as she pulled into the dental clinic and found a parking spot. "no it should be fine. i know where to go and they said it shouldn't take much more than twenty minutes before i'm admitted." alessia declined, grabbing her bag and unbuckling herself.

the blonde was due to get her wisdom teeth removed today and yourself and lotte as her closest friends had volunteered to drive her there and look after her post surgery. tooney and mary had both volunteered given the wsl had a two week break but alessia assured them they should spend the time with family and loved ones in manchester instead.

"did they tell you roughly how long you'll be under for?" you questioned, rolling down your window as the taller girl hovered by the car, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. "an hour or two maybe? they've got lotte's number and they said they'll call you once i'm in recovery and thats when you come inside." alessia explained as you both nodded.

"once you're all loopy!" you grinned teasingly making the girl roll her eyes. "i still say its something people put on and over act for views, i'm sure i'll be a little out of it but i don't think it'll be half as dramatic as everyone says it is." alessia assured herself as you and lotte only hummed with amused smiles.

"well bye then!" the blonde rolled her eyes again at your obvious disbelief toward her words, though this time more playfully as you both called out good luck and she disappeared inside.

"so...full english?"

~

"got any fives?" you asked, tucking your knees to your chest and peering at lotte over the top of your cards. "how do you win every single time, you're cheating!" the older girl huffed handing over her cards as you grinned.

"you're just terrible at this lots you've always been shit at card games." you chuckled, not willing to reveal you could actually see the poor girls cards in the reflection of the window behind her.

the two of you had gone for breakfast and coffee and had returned to the clinic, now sat in lotte's car trying to pass the time as you waited for her phone to ring.

"harsh. but alright new game, blackjack!" lotte announced, holding out her hands for your cards, though right as she began to shuffle the deck her phone rang. a few words exchanged with the nurses and the two of you had locked the car and headed inside.

"she's in the fourth door on your left girls." the nurse pointed down the hallway after checking you both in, thanking her you headed down there. "is that?" you paused, hearing a familiar voice singing.

"oh my god it is." lotte grinned, the two of you hurrying to the source of the noise, opening the door to find a nurse begging alessia stop moving her mouth, the gauze continually falling out.

"oh look it's my best friends, you came!" alessia gasped with a slur as you and lotte looked on gleefully at her current state of drugged up delusion. "hi lessi, you feeling okay?" you smiled moving to her side and running a hand through her hair.

"i feel....so good." alessia chuckled, grabbing your top and yanking you down closer to her. "we gotta steal some of this stuff it is great." she whispered making you laugh and gently pry her hands off of you as lotte spoke with the nurse.

"okay less you need to stop yelling because the nurse needs to put the gauze back in your mouth to stop the bleeding." lotte explained gently to the taller girl who groaned.

"it feels like im eating marshmallows i don't want it!" she whined, pushing away the nurses hands. "you don't eat it! you just leave it in your mouth." you reminded with a chuckle, alessia finally allowing the nurse to re-insert the gauze.

"this is going to be a long afternoon." lotte mumbled to you with a knowing smile as alessia started to ramble about how she didn't believe they'd taken her teeth out because she could still feel them in her mouth, words hardly understandable with the cotton pads shoved in her cheeks.

"but a funny one." you grinned in response.

~

"-here we gooo! tooney and lessi russo." alessia finished singing for what felt like the one hundredth time as now yours and lottes patience was beginning to slowly thin. "can they put the gauze back in?" lotte sighed dragging her hands down her face.

"they said we can take her home soon." you patted the older girls knee with a smile as alessia commenced the infamous song yet again, taking full advantage of the happy gas she was coming down from.

"oi. get my bag!" alessia stopped and pointed at you. "get your bag?" you hinted with a smile. "please." alessia corrected as you chuckled and passed her the bag. "less i don't think you'll need that it's not very cold out." you laughed as she pulled out a beanie.

"oh god stop it hold on." you shook your head as she tried to yank it on over her hair which was up in a bun. moving to let it out you took the beanie from her and gently tucked it on, patting her head once you were done.

"you're so good to me." the blonde sighed, grabbing your hand and placing a few kisses to the back of your palm as you scrunched up your nose and pushed her head away. "your mouths all bloody." you chuckled, pulling your hand away and wiping it.

"you wiped off my kisses!" alessia gasped before flipping you off. "oh i like doing this." she giggled, turning her middle fingers toward lotte who grinned and took a picture. "oh my god lessi." you hurried to push her hands down as the doctor and nurse entered and the blonde flipped them off too.

"i can assure you i've taken worse." the man chuckled as alessia flipped him off again and you held her hands in yours to stop her. "if you wanted to hold hands you should have just asked babe." alessia grinned, head flopping to the side as you sighed and shook your head.

"the anesthesia should start to wear off in the new few hours so you're both welcome to take her home now. i assume one of you is staying with her overnight to monitor?" he asked as you confirmed that would be you, lotte having dinner plans with tao.

"if she has any abnormally heavy bleeding, or a reaction to anything or the pain worsens beyond a five or six out of ten just give us a call." he gave you a card with the clinic details on it which you stashed in your pocket, quickly grabbing alessia's hand again as her middle finger popped back up.

you thanked him as lotte disappeared with the nurse to sign off on alessia's discharge papers. "do you ever think about if you drop soap on the floor. is the soap dirty or is the floor clean?" alessia pondered as you looked down at her in amusement.

"can't say i have less." you grabbed her bag off her lap, slinging it over your shoulder. "come on, time to head home." you helped her up into a sitting position, encouraging she slowly try to stand. "okay easy!" you grunted as the taller girl stumbled into you.

"you're so tiny. i could just wrap you up and put you in my pocket." alessia sighed, one hand resting on your head as the other slung over your shoulders, your own wrapped around her torso as you helped her walk out of the room.

lotte grabbing her from the other side the walk to the car was much smoother, alessia still rambling away absolutely anything that popped up in her mind, no chance of any sort of filter being active at the moment.

"why am i in the back! i'm the oldest." alessia huffed as you both slid her in and buckled her up. "no you're not you idiot." lotte laughed, slipping into the drivers seat. "yeah i've decided i'm the oldest now. deal with it bruv!" alessia slurred with a shrug.

"oh god her chav era's returning." you teased, alessia scoffing in offence and winding down the window as lotte pulled out of the clinic. "can we get food please? i'm starving!" alessia groaned dramatically.

"you're not allowed to eat for another two hours sorry less." you turned around with an apologetic smile as she groaned louder and sunk down into her seat, frowning like a scolded child. "i'm wasting away here! i'll die of starvation!" alessia moaned kicking the back of your seat as lotte chuckled and you started to film the blonde kicking off.

"they're starving me here send help!" she stuck her head out the window with a yell and gasped as suddenly her beanie went flying off her head, sending you and lotte into hysterics.

"that was my favourite beanie! it's from college." alessia cried out as you wound up her window. "should have kept your head in the car then less, you're not a dog." lotte chuckled as she pulled into alessia's driveway.

the blonde whinging the entire time both you and lotte managed to get her inside and settled on the lounge. "has it been two hours yet?" alessia huffed impatiently as you covered her with a blanket and shook your head causing her to groan.

"here you big sook put this on your jaw where it's sore." lotte returned handing alessia an icepack. "you sure you don't want me to stay?" she checked as you walked with her to the door. "no! you've been looking forward to these plans with tao all week. we'll be fine." you assured, hugging the girl goodbye and closing the door after her.

"what are you doing lessi?" you sighed with a smile as alessia was wrestling with the blanket. "i'm hot. i'm trying to take my pants off!" the blonde huffed in annoyance, words still slightly slurred from the swelling and anesthesia.

"do you want me to get you some shorts and a t-shirt?" you offered, hurrying off to her room and rummaging through her drawers, grabbing what you needed. "here." you threw them to her, laughing as the bundle of clothes hit her in the face.

"who turned the lights out!" she yelled against the material as you rolled your eyes and peeled them off, pulling the blanket off of her and retreating to the kitchen to put your phone on charge as she changed.

"well, all things considered that went quite well." you grinned seeing she had managed to change but had put her shirt on inside out. "what do you want to watch?" you collapsed beside her on the lounge, kicking your feet up onto her coffee table and grabbing the remote.

"something not food related!" alessia moaned in annoyance. "and here i was about to put on the great british bake off!" you teased, encouraging her to put the ice pack back against her mouth. "my arms are tired, you hold it." alessia demanded with a huff tossing it onto your lap.

clicking into she's the man, more so for your own viewing pleasure than hers, you shuffled closer to her and gently pressed the icepack to her cheek.

"can't believe you wiped off my kisses before, those were with love!" alessia glared up at you as you shook your head. "your mouth was all bloody! it was gross." you laughed making her scoff.

"if i kissed you on the lips would you wipe it off?" she challeneged, eyes starting to become a little droopy as the doctor warned she would likely become quite tired the more it wore off.

"why would you kiss me on the lips?" you chuckled with smile. "cause i have a crush on you, sshh." alessia hushed, a finger pressing to your lips as your eyes widened.

"don't tell y/n though." alessia yawned, stretching out as her eyes started to close. you opened your mouth to speak but thought better of it, knowing this would need to be a conversation had tomorrow.

~

"morning." you looked up from your phone as alessia appeared with a yawn, making a beeline right for her coffee machine, holding a mug up as you nodded.

"how do you feel?" you asked, last nights confession still playing on your mind as you locked your phone and rested your chin on your hand. "like i got punched in the mouth? and a bit foggy about most of yesterday afternoon." alessia chuckled with a rasp, morning voice thick as she slumped against the bench.

"all i'll say is you definitely need to retract your statement about people putting it on for views." you smiled causing her to groan and turn back to the coffee machine. "i assume you and lotte have plenty of video evidence." she sighed, moving to lean on the counter across from you, sliding you your coffee and sipping on her own.

"we do. but most of it was harmless," you assured her with a soft smile as her eyebrows furrowed slightly. "most of it?"

"yeah um, there is something you said i sort of want to talk about." you started, putting down your coffee and messing with your fingers as alessia nodded. "you might have kind of...said you have a crush on me?" you winced as the blonde choked on her coffee, spitting it back out and coughing as you hurried to grab her some water.

she croaked out a thank you and took a swig as you sat back down.

"it was just me being drugged up!" she brushed off, clearly embarrassed as her face burnt bright red and she refused to look at you. "less i-" you started as she cut you off, mumbling how she wanted to shower and darting off to the bathroom.

you waited for her to return, settling in on the lounge and flicking on her tv.

around a half an hour later she emerged, silently sitting beside you as neither of you spoke for a few minutes.

"so maybe it wasn't the anesthesia." alessia started, looking down at her hands. "i do kind of have a crush on you, as juvenile as that sounds given the fact we're twenty four." she chuckled awkwardly.

"but i really value our friendship and i don't want to lose that or make you uncomfortable so i'm so sorry if i have."

"you haven't, i promise."

"that was not at all the way i wanted you to find out." alessia sighed burying her face in her hands. "drunk mind sober thoughts hm." you nudged her with a soft smile.

"so are you going to ask me on a date or just sit here feeling sorry for yourself?" you asked nudging her again, alessia's head shooting up, surprise etched into her features. "um. do you want to go and get dinner?" the blonde stumbled over her words as you nodded, finding how flustered she was incredibly cute.

"yeah i do."

#woso x reader #alessia russo x reader #engwnt #woso blurbs #woso fanfics #woso imagine #alessia russo #woso

[bucksangel]

angel ik it’s about 12 hours later since you posted about being bored and wanting some asks, but i’ve just woken up and am just imagining how it would feel waking up next to bucky, him trying to pull you back into bed with “come back to bed doll, it’s too early to get up” as he basically drags you into him so he can have you in his arms again. (can you tell i want a bucky to stop me from going to work by basically suffocating me in his arms) 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

ok ok but same?? i just woke up and thank GOD i don't have to work today bc if i did and had a bucky in my bed i'd be forced to call out bc there's no way i'm gonna pass up the opportunity to get squished to death between those arms

and now you've given me inspo so here you go <3 (this is also the shortest thing i've ever written it feels weird)

Just One More

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 828

warnings: fluff fluff fluff, kissing and smooching, that's it i think

Everything is soft, warm, and hazy, it’s almost like being wrapped in the morning sun's rays as you float across the sky on a cloud. True peace exists only at this moment; Bucky’s arms are wrapped around your body, sleeping with his head on your chest while you run your fingers through his hair, absentmindedly kissing the top of his head.

But then your damn alarm decides to go off louder than ever - the alarm’s tone doesn’t change, it just always seems to be louder whenever you’re too comfortable to get out of bed. And dear Lord you don’t want to. You want to stay right here all day, only getting up to eat or use the bathroom. Other than that, you’d be adamant that neither of you were to leave your little bubble of love.

You’re nearly unable to reach your phone due to Bucky lying almost fully on top of you, but you manage to snag it before the alarm gives him a rude wake-up. Upon stopping it, you drop your phone on the pillow next to you, wrapping your arm around Bucky’s back again to rub up and down in a soothing motion. He stirs under your touch, rubbing his face into your chest like he’s a cat burrowing into a blanket, hiding from the world in the hopes of being allowed a few more minutes of sleep.

He groans when you laugh, your fingernails scratching at his scalp.

“Honey?” You whisper softly, kissing his forehead. “Baby, come on, we have to get up.”

“No,” he grunts, blindly reaching up one of his arms so he can cover your eyes with his hand. “Go back to sleep.”

You can’t help but laugh a little louder, especially when Bucky starts grumbling about needing his beauty sleep.

“You’re beautiful enough,” you say with a smile, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand off of your face so you can kiss his palm. “We need to get ready.”

Huffing, Bucky lifts his head, blinking several times before giving you a look so mean that others might be afraid, but it only makes you giggle harder. He’s such a baby. And it’s absolutely impossible not to kiss that pout off of his face, so you do. You press a soft, lingering kiss to his plush lips until he stops his whining and leans into it. But then you pull away, and Bucky pouts again.

“You’re going to wake me up and only give me one kiss?” He huffs again as he lifts himself off of your body so he can hover over you, one hand planted next to your head while the other grabs your left hand, threading your fingers together and bringing them up to his mouth so he can kiss your knuckles. “You know I’m going to need at least three more before I can even consider letting you out of this bed.”

“Three?” You ask with a laugh, using your free hand to cup his cheek. “How about two?”

“Four,” He grunts, eyes squinting.

“One?”

“Now that’s just rude!” Bucky exclaims as he pulls further back so he can truly look at you so incredulously that you can’t help but laugh again. “One kiss isn’t good enough. I need five.”

“Oh, now it’s five kisses?” Your giggling continues when he nods, dipping down to steal one. “How about this: I give you four more kisses and then we get up and get ready. Then I’ll give you another five kisses before we leave. Deal?”

Bucky sighs, knowing he’s lost this battle. Damn you and your tempting lips.

“Fine,” He grumbles, leaning down again.

With each kiss he gives you, you mumble one, two, three. But the final kiss gets a little more heated. His tongue slips through your lips and into your mouth, neither of you caring about the fact that you haven’t brushed your teeth yet. How can you when the man you love is so adamant about showing his affection for you that he gets genuinely upset when he can’t even hold your hand?

Before you lose yourself too far in the kiss, you pull away breathlessly. “Four.”

Bucky sighs, pulling away and rolling off your body. He gives you his best puppy dog eyes while you sit up and stretch, letting the blanket fall into your lap. It’s just as you move to get out of bed when he grabs your wrist again.

“Baby,” He says, causing you to turn and look at him with a playfully raised eyebrow. “Just one more?”

He smiles when you roll your eyes because just like he can never say no to you, he knows that you’d never deny him of anything that makes him happy. One final time, you lean over and kiss him, pulling away almost immediately so he can’t wrap his arms around you - because then you know you’d never leave the bed.

“Now, come on. We can’t be late to our own wedding.”

#hali <3 #bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader imagine #my writing #my drabbles #˚ʚ friends ɞ˚ #𖥔 ๋ .•⋆. love letters .⋆•. ๋𖥔

[fruity-mega-coconut69]

Thunderstorm

[Pairings]: Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

[Summary]: There is a power outage due to a thunderstorm and you and Tara enjoy the quiet hours together.

[warnings]: little blood, cursing. kissing, my writing, not proof read

A/N: Oh my god, guys. i'm so sorry for not posting, but I'll try to post more!

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“Damn it!” 

You curse quietly to yourself when the knife you’ve been cutting some vegetables with caught your finger, making blood drip from it slightly. The lights had gone out and your vision was clouded by the dark.

“Baby? Are you okay?” Tara’s worried voice can be heard from the living room. Soon, you hear footsteps and your small kitchen is lightened up by Tara’s flashlight on her phone as she slowly approaches. 

“Yeah, uhm, can you pass me a band aid from that cupboard?” You point at said cupboard.

“Of course” She puts her phone down and reaches up to open the cupboard. After a little struggle, she opens it and takes a band aid out. Tara turns around to face you and steps closer. She takes your ‘injured’ finger in one of her hands after she unwrapped the band aid and puts it on the cut gently. Tara leans down and puts her lips on the band aid-covered cut softly, pulling away after a moment. “There. All better.” She smiles and takes a step back.

“Thanks.” You smile and cup her face with your hands to bring her into a sweet kiss. After she pulls away, she sighs and glances at the half-cut vegetables on the kitchen counter.

“I think dinner will have to wait.”  

You roll your eyes. “I know. But I’m hungry” She chuckles then looks out the window, seeing rain practically pouring from the sky. 

“Come on. Let’s go to the living room” She takes her phone off the counter then takes your hand in her, starting to head towards your living room. 

“Wait. I’ll get candles.” You grumple out, letting go of her hand and going into the storage room. A minute or two later, you walk out with a couple of candles in your hands and Tara laughs. “What?” You furrow your eyebrows in genuine confusion as she continues giggling. 

“Nothing. Nothing. You just look adorable. Come on, let me help you.” You scoff and walk past her. 

“I’m fully capable of carrying candles. They’re just slippery.” You huff, but soon regret going ahead of Tara when you are, once again, engulfed by darkness. You stop in your tracks and turn around to look at Tara, standing in the hallway with her arms crossed and her phone in her hand, flashlight still on. 

She immediately loses her serious demeanor and her arms fall to her sides as she smirks. “What? Are you scared of the dark?” She asks, walking over to you while chuckling. 

You roll your eyes. “No. But I’d like to make it to the living room without breaking my fucking leg, Tara.” You mumble as the two of you start walking towards the living room.

You arrive in the living room and you put the candles on the couch while you take your lighter out of your pocket. Tara puts her phone down and picks up a candle, holding it out to you. You light it and she puts it on the coffee table. You light the rest, too, and soon the dimmed flames of the candles light up the living room.

After you’re done, you plop down onto the couch with a sigh, Tara following after you.As Tara scoots closer to you, you take your phone out and unlock it, only to see that there is no wifi. 

“Oh, come on!” 

Tara takes the phone out of your hands and moves closer, your knees and shoulders touching.  “You know, this is kinda romantic. Don't you think so?” 

You furrow your eyebrows and slowly turn your head to face her. “Wh-how is this romantic? We literally have nothing to eat.” 

Tara rolls her eyes and looks at you. “Are you serious? You can only think about food? “

“I love to eat, T. I can’t help it—-” 

Tara shuts you up as she presses her lips to yours. You let out a surprised gasp but kiss back nonetheless. Her hands gently cup your face and she slowly moves to straddle your legs. Your hands rest on her lower back as the two of you keep kissing. A minute later, she pulls back.

“But, I mean I could eat you.”

Tara groans and slaps your shoulder-which causes you to frown and rub the spot she had slapped. “You–I…you’re unbelievable.” She is about to get off of your legs when you stop her by placing your hands firmly on her waist.

“Wait.” You mumble, pulling her closer, your noses touching. “I’m sorry.”You look into her eyes and she smirks, her hands go back up to cup your face and she kisses you again. As the two of you continue kissing, the heavy rain falling outside and the occasional rumble of the thunder makes the moment a hundred times better. 

“Apology accepted.” Tara mumbles against your lips before pressing hers to them firmly once again.

A/N: I know, It's short. I'm sorry

#jenna ortega x fem!reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x reader #scream franchise #tara carpenter x you #scream vi #jenna ortega #scream fanfic #jenna ortega x you

[snailsgoingdowntown]

Help, I Reincarnated as the Female Lead's Sister in Law!

Re-upload due to complications.

Chapter 1

Dion x Fem! Reader

Warnings: possible yandere themes, arranged marriage, toxic relationship, slight incestual themes due to the content of “Roxana,” blood, mention of murder

Nsfw warnings: Lost of virginity (both parties?), fingering, oral (fem receiving), spit, reader does NOT get to finish, vaginal pain, HEAVY DUB/CON.

Disclaimer: I do NOT condone any of the harmful and dangerous actions/behaviors that takes place in this piece of fiction. These actions/behaviors should not be normalized or romanticized as they are extremely toxic and dangerous.

Minors/blank/blogs that don’t reblog fanfiction dni and don’t span like my posts or you will be blocked.

Overall story summary: you reincarnated into one of your favorite novel-turned-webtoons. However, you didn't want to become the female lead's sister-in-law...

Word count: 4542k

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“The Way to Protect the Female Lead’s Older Brother,” also known as “ROXANA” was a rather dark novel that was adapted into a webtoon. And as luck would have it, the webtoon wasn’t finished, and you don’t remember all the details of the fan translated web novel you found online.

Now, why would that be a problem? Simple:

You reincarnated into it. Not as a main character, or even a servant to one of the families. You weren’t a child of Lant’s or one of his many wives. You weren’t a friend to one of his children, either. Instead, it was worse than most of what was listed.

Whatever God you managed to piss off had a silly little, petty revenge plan that was straight out of a third-rate horror novel with teenage girls fawning over it. And truthfully, if written right, the non-existent novel would have been a banger – but no, instead it was anything but. Or maybe you only really think that because of your position in this world, where your birth was simple, but painful for your mother, and you were lucky enough to be born into a family that loved and cared for and about you.

It was a noble family, to boot. Wealthy enough to live a comfortable life. Two siblings – an older sister who was already married at the age of thirty with a child on the way. The other was a 12-year-old boy who made it his life mission to be the most annoying little piece of shit on earth.

But as you lay on your back, hands holding your nightgown in place, all you could think about was how small Dion Argece makes you feel. The wedding ceremony just finished up hours ago, and here you are, back pressed against silk sheets as your now-husband hovers over you.

(Name) Argece.

What a horrible name and cruel faith.

Inky black hair that falls into his carmine red eyes that held indifference. His wedding-tux was still on, even the outer jacket with the silly lone rose in his pocket. Oh, what a shame – to be married to such a handsome man only for him to be obsessed with his sister and emotionally unavailable.

God despises you.

“Close your eyes if you’re uncomfortable.”

He unbuttons his outer jacket, sliding it off his shoulders and tosses it to the side. You should close your eyes, you think, because his face was nothing but stone. Not even a condescending grin. He doesn’t comfort you, either – at least not in the typical sense.

“Keep still,” his gloved hands grab your thighs and you let him open them, creating space for him to get closer. You want to push him away and run. But what good would that do? Why couldn’t the man just slice something and claim that the blood on the sheets was from your first night?

“I’m scared.” You speak without thinking, becoming stiff as his hands traveled from your outer thigh to the inner, creeping underneath your nightgown. His gloves feel cold and uncomfortable, touch borderline rough. “I – I need a moment. Please?”

He tilts his head, giving it thought. After a moment he removes himself, but annoyance radiates off him. Your heart beats faster as the second’s pass. You remain on your back. The ceiling is painted white, no decorations and the room was bare saved for a dresser, closet, mirror and a random chair by the window.

You will be sleeping in here, from now on.

“Can’t do it? Then don’t.” he’s annoyed, surely, otherwise he wouldn’t look at you like you were an insect. What a wonderful way to start the newlywed life. But it’s not that easy to walk away, and while it sounds like he’s giving you a say-so, he isn’t; if you don’t consummate your marriage tonight, then…

“… I’m sorry. It’s my first time and I heard there would be pain.” You shouldn’t have to explain yourself. But Dion wasn’t exactly known for his… compassion. Or basic human emotions, either.

If this was someone else, would you be able to do it? Where did everything go wrong? This didn’t happen in the novel; Dion didn’t get married. There wasn’t a grand wedding with the Five Ruling Families in attendance. Nor was there a steamy scene with this man throughout the novel, not even in the side stories.

How did you end up here?

“Then relax.” If you weren’t scared of losing your life you would have run him over. It affects everything! Then again, it wouldn’t matter to him – this is a duty. Not something he wanted, you’re sure, and even if he did it would only have his best interests in mind.

“… I’m ready.” You don’t answer him, because it would only lead to a one-sided argument. Even a wall listens better. Despite your wishes, Dion does the same as last – settles in-between your legs, and this time, you close your eyes.

“Good. Try to relax or it won’t fit.” Your cheeks burn at that, mind already picturing how it would look. Many men say things like that, even in your old world. It’s just a thing they said, like with many things. It doesn’t really mean anything, because if it did then…

His gloves are still on, cold and grip tight on your thighs. You were hoping he would be gentler. But as his hands travel up and up until they’re pulling at the edges of your underwear to slide them down, you realize he won’t.

There’s no slickness down there, your underwear dry and vagina even drier. You peek through your eyelashes, watching as he inspects the article of clothing. He tosses it a few seconds later.

“I’m only going to ask once – would you rather keep your clothes on or off?” It seems that with every second reality just hits harder and harder. This was going to happen. Nothing could stop it. And if hypothetically, if he were to stop this, what then?

Even if he sliced an arm to fake the night, what about later? A baby, Lant wants Dion to have a child. No. You couldn’t do that to a child, especially yours.

“On. Please.” You expect him to just shove in a finger or two, watching as your body jerks in pain. Instead, he lifts your hips until your bottom was off the bed and flips the flimsy skirt up. And then there’s a glob of something wet and gooey, legs twitching as it lands on your bare cunt.

“D – did you just… spit?” steading yourself on your arms, you look on in disbelief as your husband just spat on your pussy. A string of saliva hangs from his tongue.

Instead of answering you, much less look at you, his thumb comes into play and spreads his saliva over the surface of your cunt. It’s only when his thumb swipes over your clit do you let out a shaky breath.

Maybe he was feeling generous or maybe he was curious. Dion decided to rub the twitching nub over and over until your legs twitch and cunt clenched around nothing. The glove made it uncomfortable, but even so, you just tried your best to focus on the pleasure. You weren’t sure if he would give you pleasure like this again.

“You’re enjoying this,” he retreats his hand leaving your twitching and needy clit lonely.

A pathetic whimper escapes as you watch your husband take his glove off with his teeth. This man is everything you fear and more, a character that you should have never met. Yet the sight of him lowering his head to lick a long stride against your slit has your legs shaking.

His tongue is warm and slimy, causing your hands to clench the sheets as your head falls back. Another lick and another until it’s flicking your clit back and forth, sending warmth throughout your body. However, despite the pleasure he’s giving you, his grip is still tight, almost painful on your hips.

Your heartbeat doesn’t slow down as he continues. Your fear barely dies down in your chest, even as the tip of his tongue teases your entrance. You shut your eyes tight, a breathless gasp leaving your lips as he thrusts his tongue into your cunt.

“It feels – “a pause as you catch your breath, “weird, it feels really weird and – “

Dion repeats the action until you’re a trembling mess, sensitive from your mental state and the current oral sex you’re receiving. It’s hard to focus on either one, your mind constantly reminding you that you’re in a novel, about to fuck a man who’s jaded and possibly has a thing for his sister –

“Ah… wait, that’s a lot…” he decides to go further, bringing his thumb back and rubs loose circles into your clit. He’s still eating you out, but not like a man starved like you read in erotic novels.

Even so, your husband keeps at it. If it was a good or bad thing was up for debate – on one hand, while it does feel good, everything is moving too fast, your pleas for slowing down falling on deaf ears. It really is a lot, tongue fucking you while those loose circles on your clit become tighter, rougher. Should you just lay back and take what he gives?

Your mother would probably say so. Your sister would just pat your head and smile like it was expected. Normal. Take what he gives, especially if it benefits you in any way.

“…?” your eyes open at his tongue leaving your cunt with a saliva trail, his eyes glued to your twitching sex. His thumb also stops rubbing circles, instead going back to grip your hip as your back starts to become sore. Your ass is still off the bed and if he keeps you hosted up like this, then you really will snap in half.

But then he locks eyes with you.

“I thought you were scared.” Dion doesn’t let you respond, either because he doesn’t care or because it would ruin the ‘mood.’ He latches his mouth to your poor, abused nub instead. And sucks.

“H-hey!” one hand supporting you while the other grabs at his hair, you didn’t expect him to throw your legs over his shoulders. “That’s enough, really, no need to – ugh…” his mouth was warm and soft, but it sends your nerves on fire.

Good. Bad. Good. Bad.

Good, bad, does it matter anymore?

He sucks harder and your fingers tug harshly at his hair. You kick your legs but are unable to tell if it’s from pleasure or the flight or fight response he’s causing you. He doesn’t budge, doesn’t bat an eye, making it his life mission to suck you dry.

“Ah – wait, Dion – “

It’s at your whine of his name does he finally, finally stop, a ‘pop’ when he detaches his mouth from your sensitive and bullied clit. Your husband decides to lick one last long stripe from your entrance to your clit, all the while making eye contact with you. Your chest heaves as your mind settles, arousal overthrowing your thoughts.

“What is it?” Monotone, his voice is monotone and he’s not even out of breath. Your mother lied, there’s not even a hint of pink across those cheeks. It’s fine, though – no, it’s not, it’s baffling how steady he seems when your back is about to break, and you can’t even breathe.

Your eyes travel from his to his hair, where your hand is still grasping the strands. Mind still catching up to your body, you let go and draw your hand back, covering your eyes with it. Your entire body is shaky and legs sore. You’re not used to this position.

“It – it’s enough.” Your husband lets you pull your legs back, feet pressing against his broad shoulders as you bring them back down. The relief is almost immediate, a pleasurable and relief-filled sigh leaving your chest. You allow yourself to rest for a bit, your sensitive cunt and sore legs screaming for it.

“… O – okay, I think, I think that’s fine. Excuse me…” gently, you pull one leg up until your foot is flat against the bed. With a shudder, you trace your entrance timidly with two fingers, getting used to the touch. You’re not sure of how big he was, but you’ll use three fingers just in case.

You gape like a fish when his hand reaches out, grabbing yours roughly. You didn’t even notice the dip in the mattress as Dion got closer on his knees, face inches away from yours. Oh God, now what –

“What are you doing?” clearly annoyed, Dion doesn’t let you look away – not that you were going to – free hand grabbing your face, pointer finger and thumb on each cheek. It’s barely loose enough to leave no bruises. It hurts regardless.

“I – I was… prepping…” part of you wants to pretend that this man doesn’t know how to comfortably prepare you for pentation with his… but you know better. Because an inexperienced man wouldn’t know how to do things with his tongue like that, or where the clit was because –

“Are you still scared?” The hand that was holding yours releases it, opting to sneak its way to your cunt. His fingers were larger than yours, nimbler as they stroke your labia minora. Are the shivers washing over you from nervousness or arousal?

“… I’m scared of the pain.” By instinct, you knew he meant more than scared of sex – if you feared him. Still.

It doesn’t need to be said.

“Scared of the pain?” His eyes glow in the moonlight, bright red with absolutely no emotion. “Why?” he doesn’t break eye contact as his fingers inch closer to your entrance, stroking the opening, making your legs jolt. What a horrible man.

You remind yourself that this man only felt fear as a child – and even then, it probably wasn’t for very long. Nothing lasts for long, in this estate.

“Because I hate it.” You don’t break eye contact either, breathing in when one finger slowly sinks in, your walls now stretching uncomfortably. It’s not as painful as you thought it would be, your wetness mixed with his saliva making it easier. Your nails are about to rip holes in the silk sheets.

Like a curious animal, he tilts his head, curling his finger. It doesn’t feel good, it hurts, but you endure it even when you wince. Dion decides it would be a good idea to spread your legs a bit further, and like a bug, crawls between them even more. You hiccup when he adds a second finger.

They’re bigger than yours, they reach deeper. In your old world, did it feel like this too? You can’t remember.

“It’s going to hurt worse if you don’t let me finish this. Relax your legs before it hurts worse.” Pressure builds in your eyes, but you fight it off. “Save your tears for when it matters.”

You’re tired of him already.

He doesn’t move them, at first. It’s almost like he expects this, because as you adjust to something foreign inside you, he starts to rub at your clit, again. Softly this time, touch firm enough to feel but not hard enough to hurt. Or maybe you’re lying to yourself because you’re wincing, still.

When he starts to thrust them in and out, you force yourself to look at the ceiling, scared to see the expression on his face. You also don’t want to watch the show, scared it’ll already be bloody. Just a bit.

“It’s tight.” He states it like it’s the morning news. “And wet.” Your cheeks burn with both shame and embarrassment, shutting your eyes.

“… ugh…,” groaning, your hand reaches out to grab his wrist. “It hurts, a lot.” You sit up, back against the headboard, avoiding your husband’s gaze. Unfortunately, by doing this, your eyes land on your messy hole, light blood on his fingers as he pulls them out only to thrust them in again.

“It’s normal. The more you resist the worse it gets.” You give up, letting him do as he pleases, shutting your mouth.

The fingering still hurts as the minutes go by, but little by little the pressure eases down and when he arches his hand, he hits something soft and spongy. He’s rewarded the sight of your head banging against the headboard once, shoulder tense as you bite your bottom lip.

If only you could see that look in his eyes.

“Here?” He repeats the action, faster this time. You only nod your head, lips ajar, tongue swiping over them. Your hips have a mind of their own, raising as the heel of his hand rapidly smacks against your clit with his thrust of his hand.

You’re half there mentally and halfway in heaven, momently forgetting just who was here with you, who room this belonged to, and your entire situation to begin with. “Oh - wait, it’s a lot but – “

A third finger is added, and it starts to sting again. Another wince, another groan, but your arousal helps to keep the pain to minimum. All three fingers curl to hit that special spot that makes you see blacked out stars and pussy clench. All the while light blood coats his fingers, a sight he’s already used to due to his lifestyle.

It’s only when he pulls his hand away completely do you return from the skies, a small layer of sweet coating your forehead. Your hands are shaky as you look at him, only to be drowned back into reality when you’re met with those red, indifferent eyes that glow brighter than the moon.

“If you’re ready, lay on your back and spread your legs.” He undoes his pants while saying this, scooting back to give you some room.

With a heavy heart, you do so, laying on your back and spread your legs. You were fine just moments ago, so why is your heart leaping out of your throat rather than staying in your chest? Maybe it was because of the pleasure, or…

You’re scared, again.

You don’t look when something fat and heavy plops onto your pelvis. You don’t look when he brings you closer by your thighs. You don’t look as he rubs the head of his cock against your slick folds, catching on your clit.

“Relax or it won’t fit,” he reminds you before pushing the fat head in. At first, it’s a sting no bigger than an ant bite. But then another inch goes in, and you feel like a sword is cutting you straight up open, your legs tensing and hands grasping his forearms in a futile attempt to stop him.

Your nails dig into his sleeves, and you can feel the skin underneath. The tears build up as your face becomes hot, taking in deep breaths like it would soften the intruding body part.

“Big – it’s too big, it’s not going to fit – “

“… You look cute when you cry.” It’s sinister, teasing and everything that makes your stomach drop. His thumb wipes away your tears that’s already staining your skin. But he stops regardless, if only to shut you up if nothing else.

You think a few minutes pass but it’s hard to tell when he’s still inside, pulsing and you could feel every vein on his cock. It’s thick, it’s big and you don’t think you’re equipped to handle it, handle him. He’s everything that ruins your sense of self, that makes your dreams shatter and fear rot you from the inside out.

But he’s your husband…

But he’s your husband.

“Relax,” he inches in deeper, slower this time, but not letting you get a word in. Your nails dig deeper, and if it weren’t for his shirt, you would have drawn blood. Another inch, another gasp that leaves you breathless, grasping for anything that could keep you grounded. The only thing you could grab was him, however.

“Dion, Dion, you’re going to break me, I can’t – I can’t – “

“You can. You have to.” Was his voice raspy, just now? If so, it worries you, because you just remembered one very important detail – Dion Argece was, if nothing else, a sadist. Be it from his childhood trauma, or if he would be like this regardless of, he loved seeing Roxana cried.

It never occurred to you that he would love seeing you cry, too.

How deep was he? It feels you’re being speared open, his cock bullying its way into your virgin hole. You weren’t a virgin in your last life, but it didn’t hurt like this. It had hurt, felt like you were being ripped, but not enough to make you cry and breathless.

You think you can feel blood trickling down your ass crack. “Please tell me you’re almost there, please…” sniffling, you look up at your husband, the man taking your virginity in the name of ‘marriage.’ A mirror shatters in the back of your mind.

There was a flush across his cheeks. Pupils blown wide and a small grin on his lips. He was enjoying this. Your pain, your tears and perhaps even your fear – he was enjoying this.

It would have been better if he didn’t feel anything, you think. Just a stone statue that was performing its task. But even monsters had emotions, you guess.

“I’m not. Just endure it for a bit longer – I’ll stop once I’m at the hilt.” Was he a liar in the novel? You think he was, otherwise, the overtaking of the Argece family wouldn’t have happened. Lant wouldn't be dead. But things haven’t followed the novel to a T – this was proof enough.

“You’ll stop? Like, completely? You – you took my virginity, so that should be enough. Right?”

You hate it when he keeps wiping your tears away. Or when he slides in even more, your blood coating his stupid dick. You hate it when he brings one hand to toy with your clit, granting you pleasure that was just overthrown by the smothering pain traveling up to your belly.

He doesn’t answer. And that was enough for you to rake your nails down the back of neck, drawing blood in return. He’s making you bleed, so it was only fair if you could too, right?

Deeper and deeper until his balls rest against your bottom and pelvic meeting yours. Surprisingly, your husband keeps his word, letting you adjust to the new feeling. It feels heavy. It feels like a heartbeat, like a rod that was stuck. It felt awful.

How long did it take you to get used to it, in the past? No longer than fifteen minutes max, right? No, shorter than that. Then again, it didn’t hurt this much, but that partner was more loving, more caring, gentler –

“Who are you thinking about?”

The question breaks you out of your daze. You blink, once, before you question him back. He only glares in response.

Panic fills you when he pulls out, pain still there, blood still trickling down. “Wait, you’re – “

“I’m what?” he pulls out until only the head remained inside. You try your best to ignore the bruising grip he has on your hips. You’re going to be sore tomorrow. If you survive this, anyway.

God, if you’re listening, please let this night end peacefully.

“B-big. It’s going to hurt, please don’t…” dragging your hands down from his neck to his chest, your fingers dig into his shirt.

“Hm. A shame, really; you still must give birth, eventually. It’s better to get used to it now than later.” Your mind doesn’t catch up with your body, legs tensing when he slides oh so carefully back in, like he didn’t just push your worries aside like nothing. “Relax.”

“Dion,” hiccupping, you brace yourself, head nuzzling into his chest as your hold on his shirt tightens. When he pulls back out, you could feel every detail, every vein trail, his grith truly opening you. He graces you a mercy, going at a languid pace, minimizing the pain. His thumb never stopped rubbing your clit, either.

It goes like that, for a good while. Slow and steady, your hushed sobs dying on your lips, your husband careful with his thrusts, but not his grip. It was almost comforting, in a way. But you were still scared of him, and of what will happen after this.

“… I have a proposition.”

His hips stop and your ears perk up.

“You want me to stop, correct?” Dion pulls back until he’s on his heels, his cock dragging along your walls. You wince before breathing out. He doesn’t even try to hide the sadistic look in his eye as he sees the dried tear streaks on your cheeks. He almost grins in glee.

“Y-yes…” You don’t let go of his shirt. “Why…?” there’s hope inside you, but dread starts to rot it away.

“Jerk it.”

“…what?”

He was different from the novel. Extremely so, because you doubt that Dion would suggest a thing, much less give you a choice in the matter. That Dion would have either ignored you and this night or take you as is, no mercy, no humanity granted if this took place at the beginning at the novel.

When he doesn’t repeat himself, you pull yourself up until you’re resting on your knees. The sight of blood both on his cock and the sheets make you gag and thankfully, he doesn’t comment on it. Hesitantly, you take him into your hands, fingers barely able to close around it.

It throbs in your hand.

Your blood is coating your hands now, too.

Only silence is between you, your hands working him. Your thumb swipes over his head, circling it before stroking his dick up and down. Your other hand plays with his balls, massaging them. You’re not sure how long it would take him to finish.

Your core throbs in pain, and you become worried over the thought of peeing. It would probably hurt.

You want to sleep.

Without giving it much thought, just like your husband, you spit on it, a glob of saliva falling onto the staff. It throbs harder. And when you look at him, tired eyes and drool still dripping down from your tongue, still jerking him off –

“…Ngh…”

It’s almost cute, the way sperm spurts out and makes a mess on your hands. The very small and fleeting look of embarrassment on his feature is almost enough to comfort you. But when there’s barely a sheen of sweat adoring his forehead, unlike you was still recovering, you’re reminded that your husband was different from you.

There are no kisses, no sweet nothings shared between lovers. No stroking your hair or comforting your trembling form as your legs shake. Or even an offer to warm a bath for you, the warm water soothing your body. There’s none of that.

Not even a smile.

“Welcome to the Argece family, wife.”

Instead, all that awaits you is a restless sleep on a bloodied mattress with a husband who left after cleaning himself up.

Which God despises you so much and why?

#dion agriche #dion argece #Dion x reader #yandere dion agriche #deon argece #dion agriche smut #the way to protect the female lead's older brother #twtptflob #deon agrece x reader

[marc-spectorr]

come alive

pairing: poe dameron x reader

kiss prompt: #22 …in a rush of adrenaline

warnings: 2.0k wc. mentions of violence, shooting, weapons. curse words.

notes: thank you to the lovely anon for submitting this prompt! i decided to make this its own post bc i wrote quite a lot. also i haven't watched star wars/written for poe in a hot minute so pls be nice to me lol. hope you like it!

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“What’s the escape plan?”

At the question, Poe shoots you an odd look that is quite concerning. “Escape plan?”

“Yeah, the escape pla—oh my god,” you say in a hushed whisper, blinking at him. “You don’t have one.”

“I don’t have one yet. Don’t worry, I’ll come up with something quick and then—”

“—and then we get captured, locked up behind bars to rot or until they decide to—”

Your ramblings are cut short when Poe puts a hand over your mouth, gently shushing you. Three stormtroopers approach the stack of oversized crates, shrouded in darkness due to the absence of sun at this late hour.

You freeze and hold your breath, waiting for them to pass. Fortunately, they march right by without problem, oblivious to the fact that you two are hiding behind them.

As happy and relieved as you were when Poe first showed up to free you, you’re now back to thinking that you will die at the hands of the First Order. It’ll only be a matter of time until someone realizes their imprisoned Resistance spy has escaped. You’ll never get out of here, especially without a plan. You’re doomed.

You swallow thickly and try to distract yourself from the dread and panic clawing inside of you. You’re on the verge of hyperventilating. Glancing around wildly, you need to focus on something else. Anything.

Eventually, you have no choice but to settle on having your attention on the pilot’s stupidly handsome face. You keep your eyes on him, inhaling and exhaling deeply to gather your composure. All the while, you wonder— has he always been this good-looking up close? You have never realized how pretty of a shade his dark eyes are or how much they sparkle in the low light. You’ve never seen such thick and curly hair like his, and you have the biggest urge to card your fingers through it.

“Sweetheart, hey—relax,” Poe murmurs when you grow quiet on him, his watchful gaze flickering every now and then to check your surroundings. “Breathe. We got this.”

Poe has long dropped his hand from your mouth, but it remains on your face, cupping your cheek as he assesses you for any injuries. You feel your pulse pick up a beat. You’re sure it’s mainly from the threat of danger you’ve found yourself in. Certainly not because of Poe, your good friend, and crush ever since the day you joined the Resistance.

No, it definitely cannot be that.

“Okay,” you sigh out, nodding. You take a quick glance at the perimeter yourself this time, mostly to hide away from his gaze. “Now what? We can’t stay and hide here forever.”

“You’re right,” Poe agrees. He steps closer to you, his chest brushing against your back as he scans the area with you. “My ship’s past the tree line. Best course of action is to sneak out without alerting anyone. But if things don’t go our way, we use these.”

Slipped into your hand is a blaster. You take a deep breath and tighten your fingers around the grip. You hope it doesn’t come down to a shootout between you, Poe, and the dozens of armed guards patrolling the place. Violence isn’t really your strong suit. That’s why you preferred missions that involved laying low and gathering intel. Too bad your cover got blown on this assignment.

(And yes, you are still sore about that).

“I’m a shit shot, just a heads up,” you warn Poe. You turn around and bump into him, forgetting that there’s barely any space between you. He doesn’t make an effort to step away, and surprisingly, you don’t either.

Poe’s lips curl into a smug grin. He holds up his own weapon in his hand. “And I’m very much not. See, we’re a perfect match. On a scale of 1 to 10, how’d you rate my spur-of-the-moment escape plan?”

You bite back a chuckle and shake your head. Leave it to Poe to distract you from your worries, even if it only lasts a minute. In all seriousness, you have faith in him. He can be overly cocky sometimes, but he’s smart and skillful. You’ve seen and heard what he’s capable of. There’s a reason why you and plenty of others admire the hell out of him.

“I’d give it a 7.5, mainly ’cause I trust in your confidence too much. Plus, it’s not like we have other options.”

“That’s the spirit,” Poe beams. “Sorry if I worried you about not really thinking this through earlier. Once I found out you were being held out here, I kinda just... went for it, y’know? I didn’t have time to waste. I couldn’t let anything happen to you.”

You smile at him, ignoring how your cheeks are warming up against the crisp nighttime air. You’re touched by Poe’s statement. Grateful that you’ve crossed paths with someone like him. Who else would be this reckless and determined to dive into an impromptu rescue—or insane enough to risk their life to save yours?

The thought has your heart feeling tender, but you can’t get caught up in it at this moment. You and Poe need to make it out alive first. Fuck, now the nerves are starting to creep back in.

“Thank you. If we come back to the base both in one piece, dinner’s on me.”

“You mean when we get back,” he corrects. He holds his hand out for yours. “Deal. It’s a date. Alright, you ready?”

Poe’s question almost doesn’t register in your head after he refers to your dinner offer as a date. He doesn’t seem to be joking around. He sounds serious, and you don’t question it. You find yourself more than okay with calling it that.

Clearing your throat, you give Poe a slight nod, ready as you’ll ever be. Both of you have to get out of here alive. Your date depends on it.

Staying undetected as you move through the shadows was easy in the beginning. Few are out on patrol this evening, and when you do encounter someone, Poe manages to evade them. Surely this isn’t his first go-around at something like this.

You do your best not to allow your anxiety of getting caught to cause you to lose focus. The warmth of Poe’s hand in yours helps soothe you, an assurance that if anything goes wrong, you’re not alone.

When you spot your way out, relief floods over you. You tell yourself you’ll be home soon. That you’ll be back in your bed in no time, tucked under the covers, safe and sound. No longer would you be fearing for your life in the way you are right now.

You’re nearly there— the clearing is just within sight. Less than a hundred yards away more and…

Sirens suddenly blare. So loud that they ring in your ears and leave you disoriented for several seconds. The quiet of the night quickly descends into chaos as guards pour out from every which way. The radioed orders your ears pick up are clear and bone-chilling: they are searching for you, and if found, they want you gone permanently. 

“There you are, scum,” a trooper snarls from behind, weapon pointed at you. They’re about to pull down on the trigger, but Poe reacts much quicker. The blaster in his hand fires, and the man instantly drops to the ground.

You barely have time to process what happened when Poe grasps your hand tightly, holding onto it uncomfortably tight, but his touch is grounding. The two of you share a knowing look as the sound of distant voices and heavy footsteps grow closer.

“We gotta keep moving. Shoot anyone who’s chasing after us, got it?” He says, his voice a blur over the erratic pounding of your heart.

Poe doesn’t wait for your acknowledgment. He makes a mad dash towards the gate leading out of the compound. He wasn’t lying when he said he was not a shit shot, taking down a few men with such ease— they were no match for him.

Luck seems to be on your side tonight. The moment Poe tugs you past the gate, you run across the field and into the woodlands as fast as possible, the fastest you’ve ever moved. Your muscles are sore, and your head is dizzy. It feels like you can’t get enough air in your lungs.

Still, you run. You run and run, even if you’re starting to think that your legs will give out at any moment. You have to get as far away as you can from the place that has kept you captive. It’s your best bet if you want to survive.

Finally, Poe’s ship comes into view. He glances behind you, and you mirror his action, seeing that the guards have lost track of you in the dark. The relieved smile on your face remains for only a split-second, however. As soon as you turn your head back, you see the stormtrooper emerge from the thick bushes, aiming to shoot at an unsuspecting Poe.

It’s like everything is in slow motion. From you realizing that Poe is in imminent danger to the way you forcefully push him out of the line of fire and draw your blaster.

Adrenaline buzzes through your veins. Your chest rapidly rises and falls. You steady your hand even as it fights to tremble. Without thinking twice, you fire your weapon. The first shot narrowly misses the enemy, but the following two blasts hit them fatally, and they slump to the ground, unmoving.

Luck truly is on your side tonight.

You gasp a breath in surprise when a pair of solid arms suddenly wrap around you, your nerve endings still on high alert after all that has transpired. 

Poe’s gentle voice saying your name cuts through your foggy mind, and you meet his gaze. Your heartbeat continues to drum sharply against your ribcage as you stare at him for several moments, tracing the deep, worried lines etched on his face.

You don’t know what comes over you after. You’re unaware of what you’re doing until you’re right in the middle of it.

One second, you’re holding onto Poe—feeling some of the tension in your body seep out upon seeing that he’s okay, he’s unharmed— and the next, your lips are on his, soft and warm. Exactly the way you had imagined they would feel.

Poe doesn’t kiss you back right away; it is the only thing that snaps you out of this haze. Have you misread him all this time? He’s a major flirt, but you thought he was genuine with you. A knot of confusion and embarrassment forms in your stomach. How could you be so wrong? How could you have fucked things up?

You immediately pull away, taking a few stumbling steps back. Poe looks at you wide-eyed, mouth slightly open, but he doesn’t say a word. You glance down at your feet, not wanting to see his expression as you fumble out an apology.

“I-I’m sorry, Poe. I don’t know… I was just—”

You are interrupted when Poe lets out a breathless chuckle. He closes the short distance you had put between the two of you, his hands cupping your face, fingers stroking your cheeks ever so gently.

“Don’t be sorry,” he whispers. “I wasn’t expecting you to do that. It did feel very nice, though.”

Poe’s breath fanning warm over your skin causes yours to hitch. Before you can respond, he slowly leans in and recaptures your lips in a sweet kiss. Your heart stutters and skips for a whole new reason now. Something more electrifying replaces the fight or flight sensation surging within you, making you light-headed in the best possible way.

The kiss abruptly ends at the sound of dried leaves rustling and branches snapping from different directions. You notice faraway lights becoming brighter, no doubt more stormtroopers closing in on you and Poe.

“I’d like to keep kissing you, but we gotta go,” he laughs, nodding towards the ship. “The sooner we get back, the sooner we can go on our date.”

You grin in agreement and place your hand into Poe’s hand. Being with him makes you feel alive, like you can handle almost anything the universe throws at you. You could get used to this.

“Take me home, flyboy.”

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron fanfic #poe dameron #oscar isaac x reader

[iikisa]

part 1

so. this is part one of a red dragon!krs fic ive been building up… this first chapter doesnt really have much much interesting scenes as of right now, and I’d love love love the input from everyone on how to continue, ideas for characters, and if theres anything i should consider changing!! that doesnt mean that i’ll be changing everything according to commenters, but i’d value all opinions to help build this plot 🥲

I’ve already finished around 3 similar length chapters and recently got stuck, so think of these posts as drafts and final revisions will probably go officially on AO3. thanks everyone 🤪

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Oh, Pitiful Dragon (1)

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Ever since his birth, the child longed for death. If it could take away his pain and grant his freedom, he’d trade anything he had so scarce of already. And on a particularly horrible day— the day that terrible man decided he would rip out his heart and use it for evil— the little child met a god.

The God of Death.

He thought it was ironic, seeing how soon his own demise was due soon. But this God didn’t come to reap his death, rather it came to propose a deal.

And the red dragon would accept any deal to be free of this pitiful life.

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Kim Roksoo awoke suddenly from his slumber. His vision was black and only began to adjust to his blurred version after continuous blinking. Why was it so dark? And how had he fallen asleep? He was just finishing Volume 5 of The Birth of a Hero series and now— wait, are those chains?!

His eyes blew open and his vision was finally adjusted to the pitch darkness that surrounded him. He tried to stand but winced when pain spiked all across his body. Only then did he realize just how badly injured he was. Why was he so weak? Had someone kidnapped and beat him to a pulp?! He was completely blinded by the inexplicable pain that he hadn’t realized something much more important. No— wait, pain is important! It’s definitely concerning! But… why was his whole body covered in crimson scales?

‘Oh geez, well isn’t this new.’

Shortly after he had that thought he passed out from exhaustion and shock.

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When Kim Roksoo woke again, he was practically being strangled. He quickly gasped for air and focused in on his current situation. He was being held up tightly by a metal collar on his (very, very sore) neck by some strange man in front of him. His hair was a long, spiky mess of blond and didn’t look very well-maintained. But his eyes… they were bloodshot red and had a crazed glint to them.

‘Crazy bastard…!’

Roksoo’s breathing was beginning to strain more and more, and suddenly he felt something prick beneath his scales painfully. He looked down and saw a clear tube running from his body all the way through an open passageway not so far from him. His blood began flowing through it.

‘Blood— They’re.. taking my blood?’

His thoughts were becoming even more incoherent by the second but after securing the clear tube into the little red dragon, the crazed man dropped him to the floor.

“You’re blood is so pure and vibrant, it’s so beautiful.. just like the color of your scales! It will definitely aid our liege and his cause. Haha!”

All Roksoo could think of was how crazy this lunatic was. He was still heavily panting, because honestly when was he not at this point, but thankfully he hadn’t passed out again. Instead, he glared with all his being towards the crazy bastard standing above him. Unfortunately, it only seemed to excite the lunatic even more.

“Maybe I really should visit you more. That look in your eyes gives me chills!”

Mumbling to himself, the psycho soon left the room through the very passage his blood was being drawn towards, and Roksoo was left alone; unprotected and cold. He hated feeling this way. These people didn’t seem to want him alive for so long, considering his “luxury” treatment. He was going to miserably die at their hands sooner or later. And he was too weak to do anything about it.

His eyes suddenly flashed with memories— no, records— of his fight with the second unranked monster to plague Korea. Lee Soohyuk and Choi Jungsoo… he had let them die. It was his fault and he knew it. It was something he’d regret for the rest of his life. But… they had told him to keep living. To keep living for them. He couldn’t die. It didn’t matter how he got into this situation. He’d rather crawl in shit than die this pathetically. He’d survive his new predicament— this new life that’s been granted to him. He’d survive.

He’d definitely survive to smack these bastards in the back one day.

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Roksoo had spent weeks in that dark hell. His blood continued to flow from his body to somewhere unknown, he was paid violent visits by that lunatic, and he got weaker and weaker because of it. But his will didn’t waver for a second. Whenever someone came in to check on him, he’d mark it in his mind every time. Soon enough, he learned their patterns and found openings. He finally had a plan to escape this hell, no matter how many holes there were.. it was a chance.

With his limited information, there was only so far he could get, but somewhere deep inside him, he knew he’d manage. So, he followed his instincts. The minute his opening came, he used all the strength he had gathered and focused.

‘Concentrate. Concentrate on that feeling you’ve been accumulating, Roksoo!’

Suddenly, Roksoo felt as if he’d achieved some sort of enlightenment like the ones described in murim stories. He felt an overwhelming warmth spread throughout his body and a rush of adrenaline pumped through his veins exponentially. This power… He didn’t know where it had suddenly manifested from, but he was sure now. He could get out of here using it. His mind and body began working beyond their limits, and eventually everything around him felt like it was moving at a snails pace.

‘Instant..?’

His second ability from his past life, Instant. Time would seize and he could move freely for a short while. With a heavy cost on his body of course.

‘But this… it’s similar to instant, but it’s not completely it. I think— No, I can definitely handle this much better than what I’ve been able to before in Korea.’

His new body must’ve integrated Instant into another power. And this new power was about to help him escape. A small smirk graced his torn and bloodied face. Perfect.

Shackles that were tying his limbs down shattered beneath the little dragon’s feet in the blink of an eye, and in a literal instant he was darting across the passage with his slashed and scarred limbs.

‘Keep going. I have to keep going and get out of here!’

He was sprinting through the corridors, and if anybody had looked his way all they would’ve seen was a long, red blur. A bright light was beginning to seep in between the cracks in the ceiling of the dark man-made cave he was confined in.

‘Screw the consequences, we’re blasting through!’

With incredible speed, Roksoo was right beneath the seeping cracks of light and expanded his unused wings for the first time. His wingspan barely fit within the wide corridor as he spread them out and up, blasting off from his spot on the ground and flying like a rocket towards the ceiling. He was making it out.

Just as he impacted and the dust and debris had shot up everywhere, he spotted a few individuals standing far off in the sunlight. The most notable was a red haired main of fairly tall stature completely frozen in place by Roksoo’s sudden escapade. He wore a strange white mask over his upper face, his eyes a bright red with hints of brown. The person looked far to similar to Roksoo. His prominent crimson red and his own piercing reddish-brown eyes. They would’ve looked entirely the same if it weren’t for Roksoo’s current form.

He only locked eyes with the man for a split second, and continued shooting up into the sky. He began to hear shouts and alarms blaring within his vicinity. He had been encaged in a mountain with a large encampment stealthily surrounding it. He’d remember this exact spot.

Massive fireballs and arrows began piercing the sky in an attempt to bring Roksoo down, but he clumsily maneuvered around each and just barely grazed a few on his crimson scales. Suddenly, a blinding white spear had crossed his vision. And before he knew it, another had pierced right through his wing, tearing it open a considerable amount. Roksoo stifled the cry of pain that threatened escaping his lips, and instead gritted his teeth and continued to fly towards any kind of safety. Anything other than here will be safe, he just needs to lose these bastards first. The adrenaline rush he had originally received numbed all the pain in his body, but he knew that wouldn’t last with his current levels. He had to make use of every last bit of this power that he had in him.

He flew over an ocean and kept flying as far away as he could. Eventually he reached the mainland. The forest underneath him was dark and vast, a perfect hiding spot. He glides over the tree-line and with his remaining strength he just barely managed a suitable landing right by a flowing river. His landing was a little on the rough side and he was still so sore, but… he had finally made it out. He was successful. Now, he could truly live a slacker life! Wait— he still needs to get back at the bastards who had tortured him in the first place. Ah.. he also needs to secure enough funds for his slacker life as well.

Sigh.

Roksoo had much to do before he got to live a peaceful life.

‘But first, let’s just lay here a little while longer…’

Roksoo succumbed to his exhaustion and pain, entering a deep slumber.

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[dawnoftime22]

a black cat.

| N.R

Warnings: None

Summary: You and Yelena wanted a dog, but it seems Natasha had other plans, along with a secret she kept away from you.

Word Count: 1.6k

Category: Fluff

A/N: An old work of mine I chose to finish... more of my past works will be posted for now until I finish all my wips that have been left in the dust, so you'll be seeing a glimpse of my old writing here and there

| Started on 21/12/2021, 11:22 AM |

| Finished on 16/03/2023, 10:10 PM |

"The padding of footsteps, and the sound of a soft meow."

детка = baby

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"So...can we get a dog?" You ask, leaning forward at the open space from the backseat.

Nat's eyes were focused on the road in front of her, her hands gripping the steering wheel as she thought about the question.

Yelena was beside her in the front row of the car, and her eyes brightened up when you mentioned about getting a dog.

"Ooh! Yes!! Pleasee? Can we get one??" She asks, looking at the redhead like an excited little kid.

"Oh, my god." Nat says under her breath. She was tired of the two of you begging to her for weeks to get a dog, but she loves you too much to straight up deny it. Instead, the redhead has been making up excuses.

"Come on, Clint has one, we should have one too!" You try to encourage her,

"Then you can go visit Clint just to see the dog." She said to the both of you, turning the wheel to make a smooth turn.

"Yeah, but we barely visit him," Yelena mutters, putting up her pout as she looked at her hands that were in her lap.

Natasha's eyes flicker towards Yelena before going back to the road, the atmosphere going silent.

"Fine. If you don't want a dog, then maybe you're a cat person,” you said in an attempt to convince her to at least get one pet, if not a dog, as you turned to look at the window, arms crossed.

Your eyes went to the rear view mirror, looking at her face, but your head still fixed to point at the window. It seemed like Natasha’s expressions had changed for a split second, before it faded away.

“I saw that!” You jump forward in your seat, the orange streetlights passing by glowing over your skin.

“Saw what?” Nat tried playing it off, but you can see right through her deception. The blonde next to the redhead in the meanwhile, turned her head to look at the both of you, her eyes filled with curiosity.

“You definitely like cats.” Now, Natasha was smirking, and Yelena stared at her with wide eyes and her mouth open.

You stayed silent for a few seconds. Nat looked away from the road with the moment she could, her smirk now a smile. She had a certain glint in her eyes, and honestly, you could already tell she's holding a secret. “...Wait. Don’t tell me you already have one and didn’t tell us?!”

An unbelievable expression was on your face. “…Did you?” Nat's eyes drifted to yours for a second before focusing back to the view in front of her, her eyebrows raising.

“You said I shouldn’t tell you.” Yelena rolled her eyes while shaking her head, not believing what is happening.

You cuss under your breath. Damn the redhead and her stubborn personality.

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After you arrived home, Yelena went straight for her room, saying she wanted to sleep. She's also probably disappointed that Natasha didn’t accept the question of having a dog.

Nat, on the other hand, sat on the living room couch. The dimly lit room hitting her skin in the most perfect ways.

You smile softly, seeing her from the hallway, still near the door since taking off your shoes.

You walk over to her, quickly getting on her lap and embracing her.

You nuzzled your nose into the widow's neck, lettiny out a sigh of relief. A relief to be able to cuddle her almost everytime you see her. Meanwhile, Natasha could be heard giggling, the vibrations could be felt on her neck.

Not before a moment, you still smiling, you pull back and instead went to rest your head on her shoulder.

The redhead was watching the tv, her emerald eyes shining due to the lighting of the screen.

You stare at her for a bit, but soon got up with the help of her shoulders, facing her with your legs around her waist.

You moved your head closer to hers every second, stopping right before your lips meet hers.

Natasha's eyebrows furrow in confusion at the sudden stop.

"You wanna tell me about that cat now?" You teased her, wanting her to give an answer before you gave her what you want.

"Not before you give me a kiss, детка," she challenged. Your soft lips were inches away from hers, making her even more eager to just fill in the gap, but she wanted you to do it.

You smile, her returning it back with a heart-melting smile.

Neither of you did anything, except her scrunching her nose up slightly at waiting and staring at you.

Finally, you inched closer until both of you could feel soft lips touch one another.

She gently pulls away, but still keeping you close. "You're adorable." Natasha said, a knowing smirk on her face, making you go hide back at her neck.

"Shut up." You mutter, her eyes shining with amusement you couldn't see.

"Now come on, get up." Nat suddenly said, having an intention to go somewhere.

"Wait, what?" Your voice was filled with confusion, and you pull back slightly from her to see her face.

"Just get up!" She said with a smile, with her hand moving up in a way to express her seriousness.

"Alright, okay!" You got off her, letting out a small laugh, while she rolled her eyes, and went to lead you away.

When she stops, its at the backdoor of the house. You were curious, knowing that it usually stays locked in order to keep intruders out, and would only be unlocked whenever taking the trash out or emergencies, but for this situation, it seems different. The lock clicks when she turned the key, and she opens the door, her steps going outside. You follow from behind.

Soon, a small meow sounds from under.

You look down, and yellow eyes can be seen staring into you. A soft but curious face looking at the new person that it's friend has brought.

She tilted her head before her friend, Natasha, goes to kneel down in front of her.

Her eyes had a certain shine in them, it was similar as to how she would look at you, but only that it was different. Her hand goes off to rub the soft fur on the black cat's head, down to it's back.

Within the silence, most of it filled by the purring of the cat, Natasha looked up at you, who's been staring at it with a small smile.

"Well? Don't just stand there. You said you wanted to know more." She got one last pet in before putting her hand to her side to let you touch it.

"What's it's name?" You bent down, putting out your hand for Liho to sniff at first. The cat went to rub its head onto your hand, making you feel its cold nose every now and then, but also her way of showing that she accepted your request.

"Liho." A cat named after what means misfortune in Russian. You couldn't have thought any name that fit any better.

You hummed. "Ironic, but a beautiful name for a beautiful cat."

"Beautiful just like you." At that, she looked at you with a raised eyebrow, but her eyes sparkled.

"Cliché." She turned her head back to Liho, and while the small furry friend had its eyes closed because of you scratching and stroking it, its eyes opened after a bit, meowing as if it could understand what the two of you were talking about.

"See? Liho agrees." She laughed, shaking her head, but her heart filled with warmth.

A quietness that only had a few noises of purring, bodies shuffling, and the few crickets that live by, awake for the rest of the night.

"Hey, what are you guys do--" Both of your heads snapped to look at the voice with an easily recognisable accent that came from the entrance.

“Is that a cat?” the blonde asked.

Silence was all that responded.

“Wait…” Yelena's eyes flickered from the furry friend to you, and then to Natasha, piecing together what she was seeing, “Have you been taking care of a cat without telling us??”

Natasha's eyebrows furrowed, her gaze moving back to Liho to avoid her sister's look of smug.

“No... I just see it whenever I take out the trash," she tried covering the truth. Even though it was quite obviously, true. You held in your laugh, your lips tucked in. She almost gave you a deathful glare when she saw you.

“Bullshit. You just wanted to have it all to yourself.” Yelena accused her with a playful voice before she joined to stay beside you. You let her touch the cat by moving your hand. The moment her hand felt the soft fur, her eyes brightened up, and you could see a flicker of excitement.

"Can we take her in?" You ask hopefully, looking at her in such a precious way, that she can't even give you an excuse or deny the request. Then again, she's grown far too attached to her small friend anyway. Even if she doesn't admit it.

Later that night, the three of you went back out to grab some supplies for the newest member in the family. Yelena, whose energy was low after the day earlier, wasn't as low anymore when she went with the two of you. She was far too excited just to keep a pet.

Even Liho was happy to have a few more people to hang around with.

Yelena did want a dog rather than a cat, but Liho is still fluffy and cuddly to have around, so she accepted it. Maybe one day though, she’ll get one.

After a few weeks later, you'd sometimes see Nat hanging out with her small friend. The way she looked so content, it made you adore her even more.

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[daydreamerbunny]

Rumor Has It [ Jake Sully x human female!reader ]

Genre: Smut

Summary: You have a thing for Jake's avatar and Jake finds that out and decides to indulge you on it.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: size difference, biting, reader calls Jake 'sir', and stomach bulging.

Author's note: We are trying this again LOL this is like my millionth time posting this since my account was shadowbanned (realized this is probably the incorrect word for it...my account is fixed I should say). I wrote this back in January. Please reblog if you enjoyed it'll help me out TONS. anyways, sexy 8'11" blue cat man time. Cross posted on my AO3.

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It was an early morning at the base and there were only a few humans roaming around, drinking their mugs of coffee.  You approached the large door that would lead out to the Avatar training field and slip on the oxygen mask, snapping it into place and letting the oxygen fill your nostrils.  You liked to make out to the avatars before the rest of the crew did for, as creepy as it sounds, to observe the avatars.  It did not help the rumors that were already circling about you amongst your peers.  You roll your eyes as you punch in the code to unlock and open the door so you could enter Pandora.

Little did you know that Jake Sully was also having an early morning cup of coffee and saw you take off into a light jog to the large wooden barracks where his avatar was currently resting.  No one else was out there yet and wouldn’t be for another hour and a half.  He downed his last gulp of coffee before wheeling over to his pod to transfer to his avatar form to investigate what you were doing.

Once you reach the barracks you take out your stethoscope and approach the first avatar, placing it on the large wrist.  A strong, but calm pulse was heard and you smiled softly.  It would be rare for an avatar to pass while not inhabited, but you liked to check anyways.  You gently turn the hand to its original position before moving to Jake Sully’s avatar.  You had always thought Jake’s avatar was just breathtaking, but now seeing it outside of incubation and into the land of Pandora is a whole new feeling.

You take a seat on the large bed near Jake’s torso and lean over to run two fingers over the bridge of his nose, feeling the smooth skin.  You turned your hand to graze your knuckles lightly over his cheekbones and sigh as you felt your heart skip a beat.  You quit admiring and move your stethoscope to his wrist, listening to the pulse.  It was a tad faster than a normal sleeping pulse and you furrowed your eyebrows at the discovery.  You look back up to Jake’s face to see his big yellow-green eyes staring at you.  

“Oh my god!” You scream and fall backwards onto the ground as well as your stethoscope.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” Jake tried to hide the amusement in his voice but it failed.  “I was just wondering what you were doing out here so early and by yourself.”

The shock was starting to wear off, but now you were thoroughly embarrassed.  “Were you awake?  That entire time?” You asked with a blush.

“Yes.” He sat up and flicked his tail, placing his hands on the bed while staring at you.  “You have soft hands.”

Your face heats up some more and you place your hands over your mask, unable to look at him.  Jake tilted his head at your behavior and leaned forward, grabbing your forearms to slowly pry them away.  Your face was flushed as he pulled you to your feet.  At this height with him sitting down you could only reach his shoulders, but with him leaning down you were face to face.  His big eyes studied your face and your body.  Your chest was heaving slightly due to your panting and your legs were squeezing together.

“Hey, relax or you’re going to pass out on me.” Jake rubbed your shoulders with a soft smile causing his fangs to poke out.

You realized your knees were locked and your muscles were tight.  You nodded a little and dropped your shoulders.  You took in longer breaths as you looked at Jake.  You internally groaned and mentally prayed it would not come out physically.  He was intoxicating this close up.  You bit your lip which caused Jake’s head to tilt again.  Oh shit, you just totally gave yourself away.

“So it is true what they say about you.” Jake’s voice lowered as he spoke, “that you prefer the company of the avatars than the people who inhabit them.” He said that with confidence and a shit-eating grin.

“They say that about me?” You asked.  It piqued your interest, but mainly that it was coming from Jake.

“They do, sweetheart.”  His large fingers move down your shoulder and hold your small hand in his. “You know what else they say?”

“What?” You breathed out.

“That you like to be fucked by ‘em.”  Jake whispered.

You felt your heart drop to your stomach and you blushed again.  You try to pull your hands away from him, but he pulls you closer.  His wide nose almost touches your oxygen mask with a small smirk.

“If it wasn’t for your mask I would’ve kissed you by now.” Jake teased.

That’s what makes your knees almost give out.  You manage to move out of his grasp and your blood rushes to your ears.  Jake’s ears move downwards and his eyebrows furrow.  He really did not mean to scare you.  He stood up to approach you but you just kept backing up so he let you go.  Once you reach the iron gate you stop.  You wanted to say at least one thing and not cower away like a kicked dog.

“For the record,” you piped up and turned, keeping your eyes at the floor, “I’ve never, uh, fucked someone’s Avatar before.  Or a Na’vi.” You then looked up to Jake.  “I’ve never had the chance.”

You darted towards the base building after making such a bold statement and once you entered the building you ripped the mask off of your face.  Now that your body was fully relaxed you could feel how impossibly wet your panties were.

“Fuck me.” You cursed.

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A week goes by after that encounter with Jake.  Jake has adapted to the Na’vi body very well and has even integrated with the Na’vi people.  So, you’ve heard, since you have not seen him once.  You could not tell if you wanted that or not.  The barrack experience made your brain go haywire.  You never anticipated Jake or any person in their avatar to flirt with you.  It was a wet dream come true and you were not ready for it.  Jake’s confidence and his attitude of not caring that you were interested genuinely shocked you.  You would expect any normal person to be disgusted that you were attracted to something humanoid and not human.

It was your day off so you decided to pop on an oxygen mask and head out near the gardens to draw some of the flora.  Dr. Augustine always enjoyed your detailed drawings on the biology of Pandora and would often use your drawings to teach newcomers on which plants to avoid and which ones were safe.  You smiled to yourself as you passed through the garden and headed to the edge of the grand forest ahead.  You pushed through large leaves and stepped over the roots of the large trees cascading over you.

You started humming to yourself as you scanned the different colored foliage for something new to draw.  You sat yourself down in front of a group of plants and noticed a growing mushroom-like plant that you have not seen before.  You whip out your sketchpad and start to sketch out the skeleton of the mushroom.  It was entirely purple, but had a blue ombre towards the top.  It was really pretty.  

You were so engrossed with your sketch that you did not hear footsteps behind you.  Jake was just coming back from a night with the Na’vi tribe he stumbled upon while being chased by a thanator.  He noticed your humming and saw you sitting on the forest floor.  He was curious on what you were doing and moved closer, furrowing his brows when he saw you were drawing.  You were deep enough into the forest to run into trouble and you had no weapon with you.  Jake scrunched his nose in worry.

“What are you doing out here with no weapon?” He asked sternly.

You flinched which caused your pencil and sketchbook to jolt out of your grasp.  You placed a hand on your chest and looked up, almost hurting your neck while doing so. “Jake!  Are we always going to meet like this? You scared me.” You scolded him.

“I asked, what are you doing out here with no weapon?” He asked again.

You stood up while clutching your sketchbook and pencil to your chest, “I don’t need one.  I just came out to draw some diagrams for Grace.” You said, but you were totally thinking about how right he was.

“Are you kidding?” Jake’s tail flicked with annoyance and his ears went back, “thanator’s can come this far.  You could be killed out here.” He pressed as he walked forward.

You took steps back until your back met the tree trunk behind you and you rested your head onto it to look up at Jake.  “You’re right.  I’m sorry to worry you, sir.”  You mumbled out as his overwhelming and overpowering presence turned your brain into mush.  

Jake’s eyes widen a little at the honorific before smirking and leaning down to cage you against the tree.  His head tilted teasingly as his tail flicked behind him and he nudged his flat nose against the glass of your mask.  This mask is necessary for your survival, but it annoyed him beyond comprehension.  It annoyed you too.  You wanted to be devoured by Jake and cling onto him like his breath was the only air you needed.

“Jake, really quick just kiss me.  I need you.”  You admitted and reached to pop your mask off.

“Woah, pretty girl.” Jake’s large fingers wrapped themselves around your forearm to stop you and asked, “what do you say?”

Fuck.

“Please, sir.” You breathed out.

“That’s better.”  Jake hummed and got down onto his knees to have easier access to you.  “Now we have to make this quick. I can't have you dying on me now, right?”

“Right.” You nodded and blushed, but you could not hold back a smile. 

You slide your fingers under your chin to release the face from your mask and slip it off your face, quickly cupping his face to pull him in for a kiss.  His lips covered yours and you were met with the same amount of eagerness.  His arms wrap around you and cradle you close as the kiss deepens.  This is when you dare to let a whimper as your tongues meet and his one arm comes up to cup your cheek, his fingers moving towards the back of your head to entangle themselves in them.  

You start feeling dizzy as the kiss grows hotter and the air becomes more toxic, but you wanted more.  Your hands move down to his shoulders and your nails dig into his smooth skin.  Jake’s fingers dig into your hair and pull, tugging your head away from his.  You whined, but then gasped for air.  Jake quickly took the mask from your hand and placed it back over your head.  You scramble to lock the mask and take in a big breath of air once the oxygen filtered back into your lungs.  You nearly lose your balance, but Jake still has a tight grip on your waist and your hair.  You look up at him and notice him taking in your panting form.

Once Jake was comfortable with your ability to breathe he dove into your neck and nuzzled it with his nose before giving it a long lick, causing you to let out a pathetic mewl of pleasure.  Your nails were still digging into his skin, but he did not mind.  After a few licks and kisses, Jake scrapped his fangs against your skin which caused you to shake.  You wanted him to do it.  You wanted him to sink his teeth into you and mark you as his.  Jake’s grip on your hair kept you very still as his teeth nipped at your skin causing purple marks to blossom across your skin.  All of this attention was causing your body to overheat and your cunt absolutely throb.

With Jake’s size and strength he could maneuver you into any position he wanted and that excited you.  You grew impatient with his obsession with your neck and whined, you desperately wanted attention elsewhere.  His other hand moved up to grope at your breasts through the thin shirt you were wearing and you bit your lip.  So, this was not some quick make out session.  This was happening.  You move your hands up to his braids and curl your fingers around them, holding onto him for dear life.  

Jake’s hand pushed on your chest which caused you to slowly lower yourself to the forest ground.  He lowered himself between your legs and you wrapped them around his lower torso.  Due to his size he did consider his weight and did not want to crush you, but just keep you in place.  His fingers move to peel your shirt over your head and off to the side.  Jake sat up to admire the view and it made his cock stir under his loincloth.  You looked so small and desperate.  All his to mark and claim.  

You were having similar feelings as you stared up at him with blown out pupils.  You let your legs drop from his torso to admire his physique.  Jake’s large hands move from your knees and drive themselves upwards towards your chest which causes your hips to thrust upwards out of need.  You whimper loudly as his hands massaged your breasts over your bra.  The weight of his hands pushing down on the fabric to create a delicious friction against your nipples which caused white heat to travel down to your clit.

“Such a pretty girl for me.” Jake chuckled and reached behind you to remove your bra.  “Do you think you’ll be able to take my cock?” He teased and he shifted downwards so that he would lay between your legs.

You honestly did not know. “Yes, sir. I can do it.” You huffed a hot breath of air as his tongue slipped out to swirl around your nipple and your hands are back in his braids, whining at the new sensation.

“I’ll make it fit.” Jake growled as he wrapped his lips around your nipple and sucked on it.  He leans to the side slightly to use his other hand to cup your cunt through your leggings and your hips shudder in his grasp.  

“Jake!”  You gasp and try to wiggle out of his unforgiving hold, but it was useless.  

“I can feel how wet you are through your clothes, sweetheart.” Jake grinned and continued his ministrations on the neglected nipple.  “You’ve wanted this, haven’t you?”

“Y-yes.  I wanted you to take me in the barracks.  Right next to all the sleeping avatars.” You confessed and moved your hips against his fingers, wordlessly begging for them.

A small growl erupted from Jake’s throat as he moved off of you and flipped you onto your hands and knees.  A squeal came from your own throat from the way Jake just manhandled you quite literally to maneuver you where he wanted you.  His fingers curl around the waist band and tug harshly down your thighs.  You swore you heard a rip.  Your panties came off with your leggings and now your cunt was exposed to the very humid air of Pandora.  You lean down to rest on your forearm so you can turn your head to watch Jake.

Jake tugged at his loincloth as he was desperate to be freed.  His cock was throbbing with need at this point, but he needed to make sure you were prepared correctly to take him.  Jake’s tail twitched from the stimulation of seeing you bent over and wet for him.  You were so small and his for the taking. Jake freed his cock and sighed, situating himself so he can be face to face with your cunt.  Down here he got a proper smell of your arousal and his pupils dilated.  That is when he dove in. Jake’s nose was nudging your entrance while his tongue focused on your clit.

“Holy fuck.” You moaned in ecstasy and almost lost your balance.

Jake acted like a man starved.  His hands use your ass cheeks to spread you properly to access your cunt.  His tongue poked and swirled around your clit, causing your walls to squeeze in need of something to be inside of you.  You whine at the consistent attention to your clit and reach back in a pathetic attempt to grab Jake’s wrist.  His hands squeeze your ass and then one moves to run two fingers over your core.  Your thighs shake in response and you wiggle your hips, silently begging for him to do something.

“Sir, please.” You begged.

Slap.  Jake spanked you in response causing you to yelp and dig your fingers into the ground below you.  He prods at your entrance while still flicking his tongue back and forth on your poor clit.  It was throbbing from the constant stimulation Jake was putting on it, but it was making you impossibly wet.  He then pushes two fingers into your hole and grins to himself at how wet you are.  You mewl happily at how nice his long fingers felt inside of you.  They curl up and down, and go in and out.  

“Is this what you wanted?”  Jake asked while nudging your clit with his nose.  “You wanted to be fucked by a Na’vi here on the forest floor like a little whore?”

You moan again.  “Yes sir.” You reply.

Jake’s fingers continue fucking you slowly and his ears flicked at the sound your cunt was making.  His cock twitched at the sounds coming out of your mouth and filtered through your mask. Your ass was red due to the grip Jake has had on it.  His tongue went back on your clit which made you jolt.  You were going to come like this.  Jake’s fingers kept curling in the correct direction and speed on top of the clit stimulation.  You whine and whine as the pleasure becomes too much that you want to crawl away from it.

“Take it.” Jake groaned and pulled you impossibly closer to his mouth, speeding up the thrust of his fingers.

“Fuck!” Your fingers dig even deeper into the dirt below, “I’m coming!” You cry out.

“That’s it, baby girl.” Jake praised.

You squirt lightly over his fingers and let your body relax, whining at the pleasure that just hit you like a wave.  Your chest heaves with your panting and you can feel your cheeks flush.  Jake’s fingers slowly remove themselves from your hole and he wipes his chin with his forearm.  He stands on his knees and he realizes how awkward this positioning may be for the both of you. 

“Hang on, sweetheart.” That is all Jake gives you as warning before pulling your hips up so that you're lined up against his cock.

You hold your upper body up by resting both forearms and try to mentally prepare yourself for what's to come.  This normally would be an uncomfortable position, but with Jake holding most of your weight it was actually the perfect position to be in.  In which Jake agreed due to the fact that he could still hold you and maneuver you into the position he wanted due to the size difference between the two of you.  It excited him.

“I’m going to fuck you real good now, baby girl.”  Jake lined himself up and he nearly came right then and there.

You felt the thick head of his cock push through and you bit your lip, trying to keep as relaxed as possible.  The stretch definitely was uncomfortable, but your body was adapting fairly quickly.  You whine at the intrusion and fight the urge to wiggle out of his grasp.  Jake let out a loud groan at how tight you felt and his fingers were digging into your hip bones.  His dick was huge and he was right.  He was making it fit.

Although it did not fit all of the way, you were stuffed full of him.  There was an aching feeling due to his size, but it made you impossibly horny for him.  Jake’s tail kept flicking back and forth from the pleasure and he licked his fangs.  When your whining calmed down he took that as a sign to move.  He gently pulled his hips back and then thrusted back in, causing a loud yelp to escape your mouth.  A wave of pleasure scorched your body as pathetic moans kept coming from you.

“Sir, please fuck me.” You begged again and reached one hand down to your stomach while your other arm kept you grounded, “fuck, I can feel you against my stomach.”

This was enough to cause Jake to growl and to grant you what you wanted.  His hips crashed against yours in a steady space and your moans were increasing in frequency and volume.  It was overwhelmingly good.  Better than any human you have been with.  You were officially ruined and Jake was eating it up.  You were so tight and warm around him it drove him mad.  His thrusts became faster as he fucked you open for him.

“Fucking hell, baby.” Jake moaned and panted, “you’re taking me so well.”

“Mmmm, sir.” You mumble and mewl out, unable to say much else as your brain and body were turning into mush.

“That’s it baby.  Just take it.” He praised and reached one hand down to curl into your hair that he could access.

You swore you could feel drool at the corner of your mouth as it felt like he was in your throat too.  You just felt so full.  You could get off with just this penetration alone and it was approaching fast.  Your body was white hot and your walls were squeezing around his large cock frequently.  Jake’s hips did not fail him as he continued to fuck you.  His moans fueled your arousal even more.  You were so proud that your human body could give him so much pleasure.  The idea of being his human plaything excited you even more.

“I’m going to come!” You manage to cry out and reach one arm behind to grasp onto his fingers that have a death grip on your hips.

“Come for me, sweetheart.” Jake gulped and moaned, “I’m right after you.”

Your walls give him another squeeze before you squirt again and you feel it immediately go down your thighs.  You cry out and then leave your mouth open in a silent moan at the intense pleasure you were experiencing.  Jake held your body closer as his thrusts became erratic and inconsistent.  He came deep inside of you and he pulled your upper body up against his.  Jake leans down and drags his teeth across your neck and onto your shoulder.  A couple kisses and then a bite, causing you to cry out in pain.  Your hand reached back to cup his cheek, digging your fingers into it.

Jake let's go with a sigh and nudges the side of your head with his nose, “sorry, doll.  It was too good.” He apologized.

“Don’t worry, Jake.” You blushed at his affection and smiled, “it was kind of hot.”

“You’re a little freak.” Jake teased and gently wrapped his hand around your neck, “I like that.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Hey.” You hear Jake’s voice from behind you and you turn around.

“Oh hey.” You smiled shyly at the human man before you.  “Do you need something?” You asked.

Your behavior around Jake when he wasn’t in his avatar was a little different as you were more confident in conversation with him.

“Uh, yeah.” Jake cleared his throat before continuing, “we are moving our base of operation away from here and Dr. Augustine wanted to know if you’d like to join us?” He asked.

“Oh.” You blinked and looked around for a second before leaning in, “Dr. Augustine is wondering?” You teased him.

“Well, actually, yes she is.” He chuckled and continued, “but also me.  I was also wondering.” He smiled.

“Hell yeah, let’s get out of here.” You smiled back and started packing your things.

#avatar smut #jake sully smut #jake sully #jake sully x reader #avatar movie #avatar the way of water #avatar fanfiction #avatar 2 #avatar 2009 #atwow #atwow smut

[rushingexpress]

JAMES FANS STAY WINNING OH MY GOD

screaming at the golden paint, it's so,, pretty.

he needs to stop slaying this hard, I'm going to have a heart attack/pos

and ik this post is about mostly James, but Emily too!! I LOVE THE GREEN PAINT ON HER TOO.. the great race designers had to be due rent because... oh my god. im going to pass away.

#ttte #thomas the tank engine #THE ENGINES ARE SLAYING TOO HARD #ttte emily #ttte james #wow. just wow #/pos btw

[simoneslibrarys]

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧

𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷－𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵

cw: fem! reader, afab!reader, angst, hurt/ comfort, family gathering, bi-han's mother being the girl boss she is, bi-han’s mom does slap bi-Han’s father but it’s sooo deserved..,bi-han's father is kind of a dick :(, shy! reader, young! reader, young!bi-han, soft!bi-han, kuai liang and tomas being the best wing-men ever, poor reader is just gonna get judged, is not expressed to be POC but isn't stated that she is not, AVAHEJEJEJDJNDDNN I LOVE THEM

NOT PROOFREAD

a/n: hellloooo, sorry for not posting for a while :(( I’ve been busy with real life so I apologize for that! due to the poll i posted out people wanted to see the reader meet the rest of bi-han's family and properly meet his mother as well. I want to say thank you so much for interacting with it! this is really good responces to my first fanfic on this site. I love you guys so much, please reblog to help me out!

✧- when bi-han asked you to meet his family after a while of offically dating, you couldn't help but be confused. you've met his mother in fact see her everytime you came over. his brother do the same. come over and hang out with you at the bakery, even help you out with custom orders. so you thought you knew his family pretty well. until..

✧- you arrived at the home in your prettist blue dress, pearly white heels passed down from your mother. a pretty necklace that bi-han had gifted you and light blue sweater. hair pinned up with a blue glass buyao. you had brought some dishes and food of your own to share with his family. wrapped neatly with a soft blue cloth and hand woven basket you bought for this occassion.

✧- once you arrived at the home of the Lin Kuei family, bi-han came by your side. greeting you and kissing your forehead. you couldn't help but sweat and shake in your heels. "bi-han im scared to meet your family. I've met everyone before but your father.." youmumbled as he walked you to the home. the garden fountain trying it's hardest to calm your nerves

✧- bi-han's eyes wander quickly at the word 'father' . bi-han cleared his throat and gave you a wiry smile. "everything will be alright. no mayter what my father says, you'll forever be mines." he said, his gruff, maturing voice soothing throught it. he kissed your hand as you giggled. "please, your treating me like royality." bi-han chuckled as he helped you up the steps. "are you not?" he joked.

✧- once you entered, you saw tomas look up with glee and kuai liang flashing you a cheeky grin. "oh my god! hi (reader)!!" tomas cheered. he rushed out his seat to hug your side as bi-han groaned at his little brother's adoration. "tomas.." he grunted. you laughed as ruffled his hair as he giggled and hid inbetween your legs. "no, it's okay! I don't mind!" you giggled.

✧- sitting beside bi-han's mother was his father. his father. his face stone cold and seemingly angry. bi-han's mother smiled at you, waved her hand out to you to sit. "please darling sit, I know it was a long walk her formt he village!" she cooed. you nodded as bi-han took you to your seat next him on his father's side. he pulled out your chair and pushed you as he sat next to him.

✧- "i've brought some pasteries of my own if that's okay?" you whispered. the grandmaster looked at you with disgusted, you felt so ugly as soon as his gaze sat on you. bi-han's mother pinched his thigh, making him jump a little in his seat. "hello. (reader) is it?" he said, his voice just as gruff and harsh as his eldest son. "yes my grandmaster." you answered quickly but quietly.

✧- "please my sweet! don't be afraid! you have nothing to fear!" bi-han’s mother assured. her husband grumbled as he closed his eyes. bi-Han’s mother leaned into her husband. “please show some respect! she is a sweet girl who loves our son dearly. Do not scare her away..” she barked softly in his ear with scorn.

✧- as all of you ate, you were shy and bashful. bi-han’s father asked away about you. Where is your bakery? Who is your father? How do you and bi-han meet? Everything was confusing and stressful and bi-han could feel that.

✧- “interesting..” his father groaned. your face was lowered and sat in between you shoulders. hi-Han had just about enough of his judgmental and rather rude behavior towards you. “can you stop? she very uncomfortable!” bi-han shouted. bi-Han’s father growled and slammed his fist on the table, scaring Tomas and kuai liang.

✧- “sit down!” his mother shouted at her husband but her demands went unnoticed. “It was you huh? you! you come into my home and shame me? Use my son was a cover?!” he roared. you started to tear up and sob, “no, that’s not it my master! I-I…!” bi-Han took your arm and lift you up and stood you up on your feet.

✧- “she said nothing of you! you ask her questions and make her feel like she’s below us. she is not. excuse us mother..” his family watched as he take you outside as you sob and crying into his chest. his mother had a faint smile on her face as she watched her son take care of you from afar.

✧- “disrespectful I say..that girl is nasty little baker girl. I don’t want my son around her, dirtying his image and mines-“. his wife lands a nice and sting slap on the grandmaster’s face. kuai loans stood up and picked up Tomas and ran away from the table as Tomas was tearing up. “How could you?! your other raised you better than this! get your head out of your ass and wake up you douche bag! that girl is doing what she can to survive! I am ashamed of you..”

✧- the grandmaster’s wife left the table, leaving him all behind. meanwhile with you, you were worn out. you got out of your dress and into a me of his shirts. you laid on his bed as he kissed you cheek. he got out of all of his gear and slipped into night clothes. he laid next to you, holding your hips tightly as you softly snored.

✧- as bi-Han was ready to fall into slumber, you woke him up. “bi-Han am I really dirty? gross? beneath you?” another emotion. it was new but not in a good way. like in a way that twisted his heart into pieces. “no, never. you are mines nothing can change that. not even my father can change that…” he kissed your lips as you snuggled to him closer. He rested his chin on you shoulder as you laid on his exposed arm.

I love you bi-Han

I love you too

#fanficiton #mortal kombat #bi han sub zero #bi han x reader #mk1 #fanfic #fanfics #im literally going insane #sub zero #sub zero mk1 #fluff #angst #hurt/comfort #im hurtin #bi han #adorable

[rosiehrs]

YOU DON'T KNOW MY NAME # 12. date night (half written)

word count ; 2.7k

a/n ; i literally havent studied so i will js give u guys this bcs its so awk and made me want to KMS. IRENE DO BETTER.

the volleyball player rushed into the restaurant, stating aeri’s name and being led inside. the kind man gestured towards a table - where a woman was sitting. you kindly thanked him and walked towards the table. the woman had her head down, eyes on her phone as she typed away. as you came closer, her features became clearer to you–immediately finding her familiar. two steps closer you finally realised who she was. 

“oh my god.” the cause of your delusions for months, the supposed ‘love of your life’, irene was right in front of you.

quickly pulling your phone out to share how you were likely going to kill your older friend later, you put it away just as quickly as you turned it off. right then, the woman in front of you took her eyes off of her phone and looked up at you, a stoic expression on her face. 

you never wanted to hide more than in this moment. the feeling of pure embarrassment and terror had taken over your body and you felt your limbs start to shake. she raised her eyebrows at you, almost as if she was saying, ‘what are you waiting for?’

“i’m sorry, i–uh, think i’m at the wrong table..” you spoke, beginning to walk away until she spoke up. “no, y/n, you’ve got it right. please sit down.” 

you felt your knees start to give up on you as you heard your name roll off of her tongue. if you were being honest, you could count how many times you’ve heard irene’s voice on one hand. she never posted videos of herself talking online, but her friends would post some content from occasional hangouts where they posted videos where you could hear her speak in the background. you turned around, hesitantly sitting down across her. 

she turned her phone off and placed it on the table, facing down. you quickly followed suit, gulping due to the nerves you felt.

you sat down in silence, not having the nerve to move or say anything. irene simply stared at you, waiting for your extroverted ways to shine through–but you didn’t say anything. 

irene’s irritation was increasing and her patience was running out. you were half an hour late for a date she didn’t even want to go on. and to add onto that–you weren’t even making an effort to speak to her.

“..are you okay?” irene asked after a few more minutes of silence.

“uh.. yeah. i am so fucking sorry, i promise i tried to get here on time, but my coach went on and on after we won and it wasn't even a close run but he was still on ours asses but i swear i got here as soon as i could. and i'm so fucking sorry for making you wait this long. i know you wanted to leave, i would too. and i'm so sorry.”

hearing your apology, irene dropped her stern face. the negative feelings she already had towards you had begun to disperse and was replaced with sympathy. in the back of her head, of course she was still frustrated–however she felt it was only right for her to comfort you instead of making you feel worse when you’re clearly already beating yourself up for it.

softly, she replies, “it’s fine. things happen, congrats on your win by the way.”

letting out a small laugh, you sent her a sheepish smile. “thank you so much, but i really hope you know how sorry i feel.”

“i do, don’t worry.”

“'yeah.. i'm y/n by the way. but you already know that.. how do you already know that?”

“ah.. my friend slipped it out by accident.” she lies. 

“i see.. i didn't quite catch your name though, i'm sorry.”

you missed the way a small smirk formed on the older girl’s face, clearly amused by your question - however she appreciated how you pretended not to know who she was.

reaching her hand out to shake your hand, “i'm irene, nice to meet you.”

the waiter then passed by, asking if you were ready to order. irene nodded, gesturing for you to order first. you read the first thing you laid your eyes on, not wanting to make her wait. she showed you a small smile, “take your time.” you nodded at her and finalised your order, straightening your back. she then read out her order, the man asking about your drinks right after. 

“i’ll just have some tonic water, please.” you replied, staring down at the menu. “and you, ma’am?” he asked. “just a glass of white, please. i’m not picky.” he nodded at the both of you and dashed towards the kitchen.

“you don’t drink?” irene asked, causing you to look up at her. “oh, i do–i just don’t want any liquid courage in case i end up doing or saying anything stupid.” you explained, making her smile softly. “i see..”

awkwardness lingered in the air, and she noticed how tense you were. the way you fiddled with your fingers, the way you couldn’t meet her eyes. “are you okay?”

“..yeah.”

your food came and you had to suffer through painful small talk. you tried to make flirty and funny comments every now and then, but she never seemed too amused–the expression on her face never changing.

you excused yourself halfway through your dinner, rushing to the washroom. you shut the door and stared at yourself in the mirror. “what the fuck.” you whispered to yourself. 

you did not know how to talk to her. the hundreds of people you speak to on a daily basis did not and could not have prepared you for this very moment. you just melted under her gaze, and you could feel that she did not like you very much. she smiled and laughed with you quite a bit in the beginning and you were now realising that she was just being polite. but as she spent more time with you, the politeness had run out and she did not show you any signs of interest. repetitive nods and hums, replying with short and quick sentences. 

you took your phone out, needing to express your situation to your friends.

you took one last look in the mirror and took a deep breath. “you can do this, and you can forget that this ever happened! just for your sanity!” you spoke to yourself, fixing how you looked and stepping back outside.

you saw irene typing away on her phone and you immediately felt the nerves come back. she was definitely texting her friends about how badly this was going. you hadn’t even finished your meal yet, but you seriously wanted to go home and cry. she saw you returning, quickly turning her phone off and placing it on the table. “you alright?” she asked, eyes searching yours.

“yes, yes! don’t worry.” you replied as you sat down. you took a sip of your drink and saw that she was staring at you. you met her eyes and felt your heart start to race. you quickly broke eye contact and continued to eat your food.

after a few seconds of silence, you remembered what aeri said about irene being older than you. “oh, if it’s not rude of me.. may i ask you something?”

“sure, y/n.” 

“how.. old are you? i’m turning 21 soon.”

“oh..” irene knew this question would come up at least once tonight. and it wasn’t that she was insecure about her age–she was just worried about how you’d react. because although your ‘date’ had only started and she insisted that she did not like you, something in her did not want to drive you away. but of course, she wouldn’t admit that. 

you immediately stepped in before she could answer. “you don’t have to tell me if you’re not comfortable, of course! it’s just that my friend said that you’d be older than me by quite a bit and i really don’t believe her.”

she blushed at your sleek compliment, nodding. “no, it’s alright. i am older than you by quite a bit actually..”

you looked at her expectantly, truly expecting her to say a number between 23 and 27.

“i’m 32.”

your eyes had widened so much that irene thought your eyes were going to pop out. “really?” you asked, making her nod shyly. “i’m sorry, i don’t want to seem rude. it’s just that you look so young. but obviously i’m not saying you’re old, i’m just saying that you look like you’d be in the year above me.”

irene laughed at your rambling, showing you that she understood what you were trying to say. “thank you, y/n. hopefully this doesn’t change how you see me.”

“not at all!” you assured, waving your hands. ‘i like older women anyway.’ you wanted to say, but you knew she wouldn’t catch the tone in your voice that indicated that you were joking. and maybe then she’d really think you were calling her old.

you hoped that with time, the air would grow less awkward and maybe, just maybe–she’d show a little bit of interest. but much to your dismay, irene’s brief hums and fake laughs continued to shoot at you.

you needed to go home, you needed to call gaeul and cry to her about how embarrassing this whole thing was even though you knew the girl would only make fun of you. once you finished your meals, you were left with your drinks–irene was on her second glass of wine, and you had ordered another club soda.

“...”

irene looked up at you and felt the slightest bit bad. she was making this whole thing awkward because she wasn’t interested in you and she clearly saw how down you seemed. “so y/n, what do you like doing in your free time?”

“oh, uh.. i like painting. i’m not very good at it, but i think it’s pretty fun. i guess you could call my work abstract painting.” you joked awkwardly, receiving a small laugh. “i see..”

“what about you? what do you.. what do you do?”

“y/n, i know you know who i am.”

you tensed up hearing her words, worrying about whether or not she knew about your dms and your replies to her tweets. “ah.. yeah, i guess i’m a fan of yours. i wanted to make it seem like a normal first date instead of a fan meeting, i apologise.”

“no, don’t apologise. i appreciate it, really.”

“...but what do you really do in your free time? you know, when you’re not working.”

“ah,” she paused, staring down at her plate. should she open up to you? it’s a brief thing, you’re only asking about her hobbies yet she felt extremely conflicted as to whether or not telling you was a good idea.

“i.. i like going on walks.”

that’s a lie. joohyun hates going on walks.

“oh, i see. that’s pretty relaxing.”

she hummed, swirling her wine. that was it, when she finished her drink–you were going to go home.

“you want anything more?” irene asked. placing her empty glass down. you shook your head politely causing her to sign for the bill. as the waiter came with the check, you immediately took your card out, waiting to hand it over.

irene stared at you as if you had done something stupid. “what are you doing?”

“what do you mean?”

she looked down at your hand and gestured to it. “that, what do you think you’re doing?” you squinted your eyes at her, clearly confused as to what she was talking about. she then took her card out of her wallet, immediately placing it on top of the bill holder. 

“woah, hey. don’t be absurd, i made you wait–it’s only right that i pay.”

“that doesn’t matter, i should pay.”

“no, you shouldn’t? don’t be silly.” you placed her card in front of her and placed yours down. “hey, i’m paying, y/n.” you scowled at her in a playful manner, shaking your head. “unnie, please. just let me. think of it as my way of apologising.”

“no, and as you just said–i’m older than you. so you should listen to me and let me pay.”

“using your age against me will not make me let you pay.”

“uh.. would you like me to come back?” the waiter asked, feeling incredibly awkward. irene shook her head, shoving her card into his hands. “no, please. put it on this card.”

you handed him yours too, insisting to use yours instead. “i’ll.. i’ll just–i’ll be right back.” he said, the bill and your cards in his hands.

“unnie, you’re incredibly stubborn.”

“not more than you.”

then awkward filled the air once again. the waiter came back, handing you your cards back with a receipt. “have a good night, ladies.” and took his leave. 

“whose did he take it off of?” you asked as she looked down at it. she smiled in victory, putting her things away. “are you serious?” you asked, feeling extremely guilty.

“y/n, please. don’t worry about it. it’s a date, that was my treat.” she assured, looking up at you with a smile. you hesitantly nodded your head at her and placed your things in your purse. “thank you, unnie.” 

she paused, looking back up at you. “you’re welcome, y/n.”

the both of you started making your way out of the restaurant, taking a small stroll down the street. once again, neither of you said anything. you wished you could say it was a comfortable silence, but in the moment you wished someone had pushed you into the road.

“i, uh–it’s getting late. we should probably start getting home.” you suggested, slowing down. she hummed, stopping when you did. “how’d you get here?” she asked.

“i took an uber here.”  you replied.

“should i drive you home?” she asked, causing your eyes to widen. “oh, nonono. it’s alright, don’t worry. i don’t want to trouble you.”

“seriously, it’s fine. i’d rather get you home safely.” she insisted with a neutral face. you really just wanted to get into an uber and cry, not have the person you’ve been admiring drive you home (as much as you really did want her to).

“unnie, it’s fine, seriously. i’ll just call one now.” you replied. “thank you though.”

“alright.” she said. you expected her to say goodnight and walk off, but instead she stayed. “i’ll wait for your ride to get here.” 

“oh, unnie, it’s fine. i don’t want to take any more of your time.” you replied, embarrassment clear in your voice. “it’s alright, y/n.” she simply said, sitting down on the nearest bench. you hesitantly followed suit and sat down next to her. you pulled your phone up, eager to get a ride home.

the both of you sat there in silence, waiting. 

unexpectedly enough, she was the one to break it. “i’m sorry for being awkward tonight, y/n. i’m not really good with people.” an apology? you didn’t expect her to apologise. she shouldn’t have to apologise.

“don’t worry about it, unnie. i’m sorry for being awkward, too. i’m usually less.. tense.” she mumbled, saying something along the lines of it was okay.

your ride came shortly after, the both of you standing up as it stopped in front of you. “i, uh– thank you for tonight, irene unnie.”

“thank you, too, y/n. i had a nice time.”

‘she’s lying through her teeth’, you thought.

“me too,” you replied politely. “uh, well. goodnight, get home safely.”

“you, too. goodnight.”

you then got into the car, making sure it was yours. you kept your head down as your uber drove away, and when you were finally out of sight–you burst out crying. you’d never felt so defeated and embarrassed in your life, not even when you lost against hanyang during one of your most anticipated games of the year. 

when you got home, you rushed to your room and just cried more. the feeling in your chest hadn’t left and wasn’t dissipating in the slightest. your friends blew up your phone, but you continued to dwell on the events that occurred earlier tonight.

another ding echoed around your room, causing you to quickly glance at it. expecting aeri or gaeul, you were extremely shocked to see who had sent you a text.

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SUMMARY ⤻ irene was a private influencer and y/n was an avid follower. you were extremely open about your admiration for the older girl. like every other fangirl, you want her to notice you – but she doesn't know your name. (and you don't know hers)

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#irene x reader #bae joohyun x reader #joohyun x reader #red velvet x reader #kpop x reader #ydkmn!smau

[writingsforwhatever]

magnolia (m.s.) part 3

part 1 part 2

summary: reader has a friends with benefits arrangement with matt (what is there to explain?)

genre: heavy ANGST

word count: 2k

a/n: hi! please read this before pressing 'Keep reading' ~ this story was written years ago, it was for my creative writing and same as all the stories I posted here. I used different inspirations for this, from stories I've read before whether book or online. Again, this is fiction.

It's like the world had gone quiet, and she stood there, engulfed in a silence louder than any words could express. Matt's pleas echoed in the air, his distressed face begging for a response. "I'm so sorry. It was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened," his words pierced through her, yet she felt numb, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Baby, please say something. I need you to say something," Matt pleaded, his voice echoed in her ears, passing through as if they traversed from one ear to the other.

She remained fixed in place, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief. What could she possibly say to this revelation? Offer congratulations? As the weight of the situation bore down on her, she grappled with an overwhelming sense of speechlessness, unable to navigate the shattered fragments of their once-shared reality.

Matt stepped closer, reaching out to comfort her, desperate to alleviate the pain, she felt his arms encircle her just before her vision faded to black.

When she regained consciousness, she saw Nick sat beside her, visibly alarmed as she attempted to speak. "Oh my god, thank goodness you're awake," he gasped, gripping her hand tightly. "Matt and Chris are outside. Matt's still crying his eyes out."

She ignored Nick's intense gaze fixed on her face, feeling as though he wanted to ease her pain somehow, yet knowing deep down that nothing could do that this time. "Did you call my mom?" she asked, already starting to stand up and leave.

"No, not yet. You've barely been here for 15 minutes. You were out due to a lack of oxygen caused by the immense stress you've experienced," he explained with a worried tone, his concern evident in his eyes.

Nick knew this was something she had to accept soon; the reality Matt had created, but he could not blame her as well. It was as tough for her as it is for Matt.

"I need to go, Nick," she declared, attempting to rise despite his efforts to stop her. "I have to leave."

When she yanked the door open, the scene of Chris comforting a sobbing Matt intensified her emotions. She bolted through the hospital corridors, she heard matt's pained cries, calling out her name, but she shut them out, her own tears streaming down her face.

She couldn't return home; she knew he would come looking for her there. She went to her friend's house, 30 minutes away from the city. There, she poured out her heart, crying for hours without any sign of relief, even as her friend insisted she rest.

She was determined to distance herself but Matt persisted, bombarding her with calls and going so far as to break into her apartment, almost crossing the line. He needed to see her, just a glimpse of her. Despite his relentless attempts, she remained resolute in her decision to stay away and forget the pain she never thought is possible to endure.

The first thing she did was move out of the state. However, this did not deter Matt's persistent calls; they continued relentlessly, he had never stopped calling her, going as far as 15 times a day, which made her change her number. Every hour of every day.

His once bright apartment turned into a gloomy space, mirroring the depth of his sorrow.  Though Nick and Chris tried to comfort him, Matt's agony remained a daily occurrence. When Nick mentioned hearing from a friend about her move, Matt sobbed even harder leaving Chris in a state of silent sympathy, understanding that no words could soothe his brother's pain.

As days blurred into one another, Matt felt like he was just going through the motions. Despite his family's excitement for the upcoming arrival of his daughter, he struggled to embrace the joy. What is he going to do with the photos of them on his wall? He could not believe life has turned out this way for him. He loves her so much, cut him and he'd bleed her. He found things she left behind all over his place and in his car—a few hair ties, towels, and a forgotten backpack. It felt like she had been there just yesterday, sipping coffee in his t-shirt, before everything changed.

Grace returned to Boston to be with her own family, allowing Matt the opportunity to spend time with his daughter without any hassle in visiting her. The overwhelming guilt Grace felt was beyond words upon learning the demise Matt and his love were in. Grace didn't know what to do except care for her daughter.

Both she and Matt had agreed upon a plan: they would take turns caring for the baby. Mondays through Wednesdays were dedicated to him and his family, while the remaining days were for Grace. This excited everyone despite the lingering gloom looming on Matt. His mom tried to talk it out with him what her silence means and her reasons for leaving, but he didn't want to hear it.

She was taken by surprise when fate dealt her a harsh blow, a reality she never saw coming. In the months leading to the arrival of his daughter, she felt lost—often crying, sometimes just drifting through the days. She felt numb.

She left her job in Boston and sold her apartment, a place that held memories of their love. Cutting ties completely, she changed her number and blocked everyone connected to him. When her mother visited her in her new place in Los Angeles, she enveloped her in an embrace, cradling her as though she was two years old again, consoling her like she was a child over a wound that seemed destined to never heal.

Despite the persistent ache in her heart, her sister encouraged her to visit him and his newborn child who now filled his world, claiming it was the least she could do to begin moving forward. So, she obliged, taking a flight from the West Coast, the sweltering summer heat hitting her the moment she arrived in Massachusetts.

Fate had it that his daughter was born in the summer—clear, sunny skies and laughter-filled streets. It perfectly matched the season. But for her, it was a different story. Every street she knew contained traces of their past, and every building and landmark was a reminder of memories that she wanted to forget. Her eyes welled up with tears, a silent testament to the heartbreak she carried inside.

Matt had been in touch with her sister, the sole link he had to her world. It was the only strand connecting him to any semblance of her presence—a fragment he'd clung to desperately for months. As she stood before the familiar wooden door of his childhood home, the only thing separating her from what was to come. The door swung open after just two knocks, revealing Matt at the other side, as if he had been waiting for her arrival for an eternity, almost as though he had sensed her presence long before she had even approached the house. It was as if he knew she stood outside, hesitating for the past five minutes to step forward.

Surrounded by familiar faces—Matt's brothers, his parents, and Grace tenderly cradling the baby on the couch—she felt a surge of emotions. "You came." Matt let out a breath.

She blinked at him, nodding. Not a word. None of this felt ordinary; everything was painfully surreal. Nick and Chris enveloped her in warm hugs, their knowing looks bringing a tinge of comfort in the situation.  Slowly, the room emptied, leaving her alone with Matt and Grace.

"Hi," Grace greeted warmly, rising from the couch to greet her. "I'm so glad you came."

Her gaze met Grace's, her genuine welcome felt like a fragile attempt to bridge the gap that had formed between her and Matt. It was not Grace's fault that they were not official when it happened, it was his. All of this was because of him.

She reciprocated Grace's warmth, reaching out for a hug. Unbeknownst to her, Grace had been eagerly anticipating this moment—a chance to express her apologies and explanations, to reassure her that there was no cause for concern. Grace also intended to announce and let her know that she was getting married this upcoming December to her high school sweetheart with the hopes of inviting her and Matt, together.

"How are you? Congratulations," she offered with a gentle smile, attempting to break the ice. Handing over the thoughtfully chosen gift for the baby, she could feel his stare at her.

"Thank you," Matt whispered, an attempt to break through the barriers that silently stood between them. She didn't look at him. She couldn't even.

Watching the interaction unfold, Matt couldn't help but feel the weight of his breaking heart, knowing that this situation was equally tearing her apart and more.

"I've been better. Oh, and thank you so much for this! This will take time, but I'm sure she will be excited to read this," Grace said, excitement in her voice as she unwrapped the gift some more. "Oh my god! I love it."

"Yeah, it's for when she's a bit older and can already read. I remember already loving books from a very young age," she explained.

Matt's silence lingered, he wanted to say he knew that. He knew everything about her. Grace nodded appreciatively, sensing the weight in the air and offered, "Well, do you want to meet Sophia now?"

Nodding in response, she felt her heart racing as she carefully cradled the baby in her arms. As she held her, tears welled up. Sophia was a breathtaking sight—beautiful in every way. She had her father's eyes and nose, while her mother's lips and hair adorned her delicate face. Sophia's resemblance to her father was striking, almost every feature mirroring Matt's. She sat there, holding the most beautiful little girl she had ever seen, a sad reminder of what could have been with him. A life she's supposed to have.

She couldn't move, she felt rooted to the ground. "She's beautiful," she whispered softly, her voice trembling slightly, as she handed her back to her mother, fighting to contain the tears that threatened to spill over.

"I need to go. My sister—she needs me for something," she said, her voice strained as she struggled to compose herself.

"What? Stay for dinner. His mom would love to have you," Grace insisted warmly.

"No, I can't. I don't want to intrude," she declined weakly, already rising to her feet, eager to distance herself from the overwhelming ache that filled the place. Her heart throbbed painfully, yearning to be far away as possible from the man who had once been her everything. Each step away felt like a necessary retreat from the heartache, a desperate attempt to shield herself from the flood of memories and emotions that threatened to engulf her completely.

Matt's plea cut through the tension. "You're not intruding. Stay," he urged, his voice soft but desperate. Their eyes met briefly before she averted her gaze and replied, "I would love to, but I really have to go," she uttered, her tone heavy with reluctance. The air grew heavy, both of them painfully aware of their hearts breaking in each other's presence.

Without another word, she made her way to the door, already stepping onto the porch when Matt rushed after her, his hand clasping her arm tightly. "Don't go. Please," he pleaded; his voice filled with desperation.

She pulled away, continuing to walk, with Matt trailing behind. "Matt, please," she choked out between tears streaming down her face, her composure shattered.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what else to say or do," Matt choked, reaching out to her once more.

"Please, stop apologizing," she cut him off sharply, turning abruptly to face him. Frustration evident on her face. "Just stop."

"You didn't have to leave, you know? I needed you, you know that! I need you. I looked for you everywhere!" his voice trembled, pleading for answers.

"You don't understand," she cried out, her voice shaking with emotion. "I can't handle this."

"Why? Many people make it work. Why can't we? I have Sophia now. So what? It doesn't change anything. You're the love of my life. It doesn't change anything," he pleaded, his voice cracking.

"It changes everything. It changed everything, Matt!" she replied, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and pain.

Once more, Matt tried to reason, his voice heavy with sorrow. "How? Tell me how?"

She sobbed; her voice filled with hurt. "Because Matt! It was meant to be me. I had thought this was going to be my life! This is the life you promised me!” Her words quivered. "I know it's been tough for you too, but I just can't do this."

Matt tried speaking again, but she cut him off immediately. "You just don't understand, Matt," her frustration evident, eyes wide with exasperation.

"Try me, c’mon. Tell me-" Matt's voice faltered, his brows furrowed.

"She made you a father!" she yelled, her voice quivering making Matt widen his eyes. A moment of stunned silence followed. He was frozen, tears streaming down his face, wrecked by the realization.

"I can't measure up to that! No matter what I do!" she cried out as mascara runs down her face.

"I-I," Matt struggled to find words, the impact of her revelation hitting him like a tidal wave.

With that, she walked away, leaving Matt behind, tears pouring down his face. She can hear the front door open and a concerned Chris rushing to his brother.

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[strawberrywinter4]

i saw your post about prompts for a johnlock fanfic, and i thought it would be fun if they went on a picnic date (+ it could be in the evening so there would be stars) :)

Thank you, thank you for this prompt! I wrote away, haha, so I hope you enjoy <3

The Greats

Fandom: Sherlock(TV)

Tags: Established Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Established Relationship, beginning relationship, countryside, Picnics, picnic date, Hand Kisses, John kind of speaks poetry, Star Gazing, Theories of Stars, Romance, Fluff

Read here on ao3.

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It was, initially, for a case.

A series of murders summoned them to the countryside, and Sherlock had a delightful time, claiming that it was a “fun one.”

Now, after the chaos has ended and the case has been solved, Sherlock’s excitement instantly deflates. He complained about the fact that they were still in this god-forsaken village and that they should return home immediately so that he’s able to get proper rest in case of another murder coming about, and he’ll need his ability of deductions, clear and skillful.

Sherlock and John are packing for their departure, folding clothes and gathering toiletries. The inn which they’ve stayed in is a local lodge that’s run by a widowed woman, Agnes, who’s practically like the Mrs. Hudson away from home. Sherlock catches himself longing for his Mrs. Hudson’s biscuits.

John curses under his breath as he peers down at his phone, the screen illuminating his face through the dimly lit room. Sherlock quirks a brow in question.

“Our train has been… delayed,” John explains. “Delayed until tomorrow morning.”

Sherlock groans in complaint, flopping down on the bed which contains sheets opposite to his liking. “This is troublesome,” he scowls, burying his face into the pillow.

John sighs, seeming slightly irritated as well. “Yes, well… nothing we can do now.”

“I have no desire to sleep anywhere besides our own bed for another night, John. This is already proving difficult,” Sherlock says, his voice muffled due to the pillow.

“I thought you didn’t sleep,” John quips back, taking a seat next to Sherlock’s sulking body.

“You’ve changed my sleep schedule considerably. Now I actually need to rest my eyes properly,” Sherlock complains in dismay.

A strong hand runs up Sherlock’s spine, then squeezes the back of his neck. “We should be thankful we have somewhere to sleep,” John reminds him.

“Oh, please. Don’t try to make me feel sorry for voicing valid concerns.”

“Concerns about yourself,” John corrects him. “Anyway, I’m going to head to the front desk, set up another night for us.”

Sherlock makes a noncommittal noise.

John scoffs and stands, and Sherlock can hear the door shut on his way out.

An hour passes, and finally, then, Sherlock turns on his back, furrowing his brows. The late sunset peeks through the window, making its way through the curtains.

John has been gone quite some time. It shouldn’t take that long to register another night, should it? Sherlock wouldn’t know. He doesn’t concern himself with such useless information.

Just then, the door opens and John walks in, a wooden basket in hand. He grins once he sees Sherlock.

“Come on, you big baby. Stop sulking and let’s go enjoy ourselves, yeah?” John suggests, taking a quick look at himself in the mirror, fixing the collar of his jumper.

Sherlock rolls his eyes and stands from the bed, going to stand in front of John. He shoos John’s hands away and fixes the collar himself, which John seems grateful for.

“And what on earth are you talking about?” Sherlock asks absentmindedly.

“You’ll see once you stop fiddling with my clothes that look just fine,” John says.

“Mm. You wear horrid jumpers, John. I have to make do with what I have.”

John rolls his eyes and grabs Sherlock’s hand. “Go put your shoes on. We’re going out and there’s no arguing about it.”

Sherlock reluctantly does as he’s told.

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It isn’t a long walk, but Sherlock has to bite back several grumbles about his feet hurting.

They finally arrive at a field of open grass, it being one of many near the village. Sherlock blinks in confusion, looking down at John who sets the basket down. Sherlock observes the field, there being nothing but occasional trees and distant mountains in sight. It’s close to nightfall, the sun now ducking under the hills.

“A potential suspect?” Sherlock asks, a tinge of excitement coming back to his chest.

“Nope,” John responds, searching through the basket.

“Oh. A stakeout, then?”

“No,” John responds again, setting down a plaid blanket.

“So… nothing of entertainment,” Sherlock concludes. The excitement dissipates.

“Sherlock.”

Sherlock looks down, seeing John light a lantern. He sets it carefully beside the blanket, then begins setting out various mini deserts on the blanket, as if they’re magically appearing out of the basket.

After John is done preparing the setup, he extends his hand. Hesitantly, Sherlock takes it, and carefully, John pulls him down next to him. Sherlock sits next to the blogger, and John keeps him close, his body warmth making the slight chill of the night seem like only a breeze.

John’s deep, always sincere eyes find Sherlock, searching the detective. “You need to rest that beautiful brain of yours and just be here with me,” John says.

Sherlock’s eyes flutter as they wander the scene. “What is this?” he asks skeptically.

John’s grin is wide as he obviously tries to hold a chuckle. “This, Sherlock, is called a picnic,” John explains, enunciating his words.

Sherlock glares. “I’m aware. I just mean… why?”

“Why not?”

“This isn’t something we… do,” Sherlock tries to clarify.

“I didn’t know we had an itinerary for our relationship,” John teases.

Sherlock huffs. “You know what I mean.”

“Sherlock, we’re on a date,” John says, taking the detective’s hand in his. “I’m taking you out on a date.”

Sherlock’s heart stutters at John’s words. Yes. Of course. This is what couples do. They date.

“I know going out just because isn’t our usual dynamic, but… this is my way of showing you that I appreciate you,” John says, his voice low as if anyone else could disturb their peace.

“Oh…” Sherlock says, eyes wandering the setup once again.

John’s eyes turn to concern. “Do you not like it?”

“No!” Sherlock quickly reassures, if not too eagerly. “I mean- yes. I like it. Um…”

John stares at him, showing he’s attentive.

“I just mean that… I’m not sure how to- I don’t know how you’d like me to-”

John releases a short laugh, squeezing Sherlock’s hand. “Darling, I’m not asking you to do anything. Be yourself. It’s just us.”

It’s just us.

John says it so easily, as if that’s the way it’s always been.

It is how it’s always been.

It’s always just been them.

John brings Sherlock’s hand up to his lips, kissing it quickly before bringing the sweets over to where they’re sitting. Sherlock can’t stop his cheeks from heating.

“I know how you like your scones,” John starts, setting the plate between them, “so don’t let me stop you.”

Sherlock allows himself to smile, grabbing one of the scones from the plate. “Is this why you took such an awfully long time to register us another night?”

John looks up, squinting an eye in confusion. Then, his lips turn into an “oh” as he nods. “Yes. That.”

Sherlock sighs, realization coming to him. “Our train ride wasn’t delayed,” he concludes. The detective shakes his head in bewilderment. “You… fooled me.”

“This is a perfect place for a picnic,” John says in defense. “No way am I going to take you somewhere in London when you can get authenticity out here.”

“There’s Regent’s Park,” Sherlock offers.

“There is,” John agrees. “But London doesn’t have a view like this.”

They both look up and are met with the sight of a thousand glittering stars. Sherlock feels himself go a bit hazy as he lays back fully against the blanket, staring up at the heavenly body. John lays next to him, their shoulders touching. Sherlock presses into the touch.

“What’s your belief, then?” John asks, voice quiet.

“Hm?”

“Everyone has a belief in stars.”

“John, they consist of hydrogen, helium, and-”

“No,” John interrupts softly. “I mean… a belief that’s not based on the strict laws of science.”

Sherlock only stares. “I don’t believe I’ve formed one.”

John hums.

“How about you?” Sherlock asks, his curiosity peaked.

“Well… when Harry and I were little, we had loads of theories. One was-” John stops for a laugh. “One was that each star is a symbol of one of the greats. That someone who’s made an impact in history makes their way to the top, becomes one of the many shining fragments that people look up to for hope. And they watch us live our pathetic little lives as they thrive in the sky.”

Sherlock grins. “That sounds promising.”

“Doesn’t it?” John releases a contented sigh. “I can’t wait for us to become stars.”

Sherlock turns his head to settle his eyes on John. “So you’re claiming that we’ll be one of the greats?”

John turns his head as well, eyes landing on Sherlock with adoration.

“We already are.”

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[shewrites444]

visitation [xavier thorpe x reader smut]

[a/n - so in my attempt to make up for my horrible posting rates lately, here is a pretty dirty plot i came up with.]

word count - 2.5k

summary - following xavier’s false arrest, the reader visits him to see if she can help in any way. of course, she can.

warnings - dirty talk, unprotected oral (m receiving), 69, unprotected sex in diff. positions

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xavier looked pathetic behind bars, with the way his head hung low, no matter who he was speaking to, or if he was eating, humming, drawing on the walls - he always looked so glum. despite my bias opinion due to our friendship, i didn’t think he was the monster. he really wasn’t capable of that kind of sin, despite the edgy persona he put on during the day.

while xavier and i weren’t the best of friends, we had an understood connection since we met a few years back through nevermore. our parents treated us in similar ways, and while xavier radiated huge daddy issues, i was on the opposite end of the spectrum. my mom and i weren’t very close due to how consumed she was in her work, and the fact that my dad passed on the genes of an outcast to me was something she seemed to resent heavily. hence, her practically shipping me off to boarding school 9 months out of the year.

due to these similarities, we grew close, and soon, after about a year or so, we ended up sleeping together after a party. yes, we were nearly blacked out, but it happened, and there was no coming back from that type of thing. when he was with bianca we never did anything, and when he was infatuated with wednesday i stayed clear of that, too. we had boundaries, of course, and that was made clear from the beginning. no strings attached wasn’t so bad, except when my causal hook up was now being accused of ripping apart a handfuls of citizens in our area. so, while visiting xavier wasn’t the best idea at the moment, i knew he needed a friend, or at least someone to talk to that wasn’t the cops.

after the last employee walked out of the police department, i grabbed my purse and slung it over my shoulder, skipping over the dark road before closing my eyes and teleporting into the front office. yep, that was my thing. not very common at nevermore, but nevertheless, had its perks. i’ve avoided many situations, and people, believe me.

i walked down the blacked out hallway until i reached a room that was filled with a small amount of noise, in which seemed to be pure exhaustion. i leaned against the wall in a bit of confusion, listening quietly through the opened door. a belt was unbuckled, pants unzipped.. good god.

i roll my eyes with a smirk, walking into the room to see xavier spitting on his hand, but quickly jolting back into his bed with red cheeks and wide, embarrassed eyes.

“jesus, [y/n]! a knock could have been nice!” xavier shouts in frustration, wiping his hand off on his black pants, zipping them back up immediately after.

i shrug my shoulders and set my bag on the desk aside the wall, before walking over to the cell. “i wasn’t aware you spent your nights wacking right after the police leave. tell me, are you imaging the detective girl that turned you into here?”

“are you jealous?” he teases, looking up to meet my eyes with a light grin on his lips. “i’ve gotta find some ways to distract myself from my current situation.”

“i could never be jealous of something i already have.” i snap, passing him a wink before walking in front of the silver bars. i sigh, insisting for him to walk towards me, which he does instantly. i watch him lean down to lightly peck my lips between the bars, which only makes me laugh.

“so romantic. i love fucking a criminal.” i joke, sliding my jacket off and onto the floor. “but i don’t know if it’s worth it to bring myself into that cell, xavier.”

“oh, it is.” he moans into my mouth, kissing me once more. “why don’t you get on your knees and give me a taste before you make your decision?”

i pull away, glancing down to the erection that was already pushing against the fabric of his cargos, which only made me blush. “try to command me again and i won’t even lay a finger on you. you’re lucky i feel moderate pity for you.”

“noted.” xavier nods, unzipping his pants before sliding them down with his boxers. he watches me sink to the floor after kicking my shoes off, taking his cock into my hand through the bars as i begin to pump it, spitting on his tip as well to increase my rhythm.

he moans loudly as his length encompasses my mouth, pushing towards me and pressing against my throat while i suck him off, jerking off his length and the other hand moving to play with his balls. i look up to meet his eyes, his expression nothing but lust, mouth open and eyes subtly rolling back.

“god, i’ve missed this.. you’re always so good at sucking my cock, [y/n]…” xavier groans, holding one bar with his hand while the other reaches through to hold the back of my head, and a good grip on my loose hair. “why don’t you come in here, baby? please. you’ve got my dick so hard. you always do.”

i ignore his words and continue what i’m doing, pushing my head forward to deep throat his tip into my throat, earning a gag from my full mouth, which only makes xavier harder, and far more turned on. i keep myself in place, closing my eyes as i practically face fuck him, given his frozen movements while i stuff his cock down my throat. my hands trail away to rest against the bars while i suck, up and down, back into a rhythm to give my throat a break. i could feel his eyes on me, and i knew he wasn’t going to take them away from me until i got into his cell.

i pull away, taking a breath, and a moment, before i stand up and brush my hair out of my face, walking over to the desk to grab the key to unlock his chains. i then close my eyes, and bring myself into the small space within a second.

i look to xavier, who walked towards my figure and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into a passionate kiss, which i return while taking my top off. after i toss the white shirt onto the floor, i take the key and unlock his shackles, watching the hard, cold metal drop the floor.

“we’re gonna have to unfortunately put these back on you when i leave, you know.” i say, setting the key on the ground before wrapping my arms around his neck. “can’t have anyone know i was here.”

“okay, okay, come here.” he mutters into my mouth, basically ignoring my serious statement, and instead dragging me to the bed, where he lays me down on my back. “i’m gonna fuck you so good. i’m gonna make you cum so much, baby.”

“we’ll see.” i tease, watching him pull my pants off. he kneels before the bed and pulls me closer to him, one hand holding my left leg up as his fingers trail to my entrance, pressing his thumb against my clit.

i moan softly, looking up to meet his eyes while he rubs the sensitive bud and sits up, aligning himself with me before slowly pushing the tip in, and quickly working himself into a rhythm.

“you’re so tight around me, fuck..” xavier moans, releasing his finger before leaning above me, thrusting inside of me still as he presses his lips against my own. “you know i’m not the monster, [y/n], but god, if i was, i wouldn’t lay a finger on you.. you’re so fucking hot, you’re the only one i’ve ever truly wanted to be inside of.. i wanna fill you up, baby.. make you mine…”

my eyes widen as i look up him, watching his lips trail down to my breasts, as he pecks them and kisses at the erect buds. i knew xavier wasn’t the monster, of course, but being in here with so much spare time must’ve sure brought in some creative dirty talk. i never knew he wanted me like that. he was always so into wednesday lately, that i figured i wasn’t even a thought. we hadn’t slept together, or done anything, really, in a month or so. basically since she showed up.

while i wasn’t the jealous type, xavier had been feeding me attention for awhile now, and to have it taken from me so suddenly, it was more annoying than anything. despite how much i liked being single, i did like to feel claimed, and i know he liked to feel that way, too. so the more i thought about his words, it wasn’t much of a surprise. if anything, it was just fucking hot.

“you really want me? only me?” i blush and bite on my lower lip, glancing down to him as he sucks at my right nipple while cupping the breast up. i shake my head though, taking my words back, after quickly thinking over how sensual that sounded. i hated how he made me feel so good, no matter what he said, or did. fuck.

he looks up to me and pulls off my breast with a smirk. he could definitely tell i regretted that actual expression of normal affection.

he sits up, holding both my legs above my head before pushing himself deeper inside of me. “can’t take that back, [y/n].” he winks, watching my mouth drop open while he pushes his cock fully inside of me, thrusting lightly, but just enough for me to feel him pressing into my belly. god, it hurt, but it felt so fucking good. he was so big. he knew it.

“well, i take it back. fuck whoever you want.” i say with a blank face, gulping as he began to pick up the pace, but stopped abruptly at my words.

he pulled out of me, standing up and lightly holding me up before helping me onto my knees, turning me the other way to press against the cold tile walls, my legs spread underneath me. he comes up behind me, pushing his cock back inside of me, which only pressed my body more against the wall.

“well, i chose to fuck you.” he expresses, wrapping his arms around me, cupping each breast in one hand. he pecks the crane of my neck, holding me tightly. “i chose you over anyone, [y/n]. you know how to make me feel good, even in here.. you know how to take my dick, baby.. you’re such a good girl, you know.. pressed up against this wall letting me fuck you so good.. there’s no fight tonight, baby. i love when you just let me control you..”

“hm.. well, there’s about to be… if you don’t make me cum… as promised...” i say in between moans, turning my head just enough to meet his eyes, watching him smirk while he releases one hand from my breast and down to my clit, which he harshly presses against, causing my back to contort backwards, pressing my ass against his lower abdomen.

“god, you’re so sensitive tonight..” xavier coos, holding me tightly against him. “you gonna cum all over my cock? i bet you taste so good, love. you’re gonna taste so good mixed with me.”

i press the side of my face against the wall, both hands against the bricks as i sigh heavily, biting my lower lip in order to keep my mouth. i hated letting him have the upper hand at times, he got so cocky. he knew he was making me feel good, and terribly wet, so it tended to get to his head. i didn’t like to give him what he wanted immediately. he had to work for it.

i began to move my body backwards, almost grinding from behind him to stimulate him further, which only made him moan in pleasure, throwing off the rhythm he had going.

“lay down.�� i say firmly, feeling his hands release from my body and onto the bed. i move myself on top of him, where my pussy then hovers before his lips, and i’m aligned with his hard cock, which i leaned down to take into my mouth almost immediately.

“f-fuck…” xavier stammers, reaching up to hold my ass as he pulls me down to meet his lips. as he licks my folds, twisting his tongue into the flesh and gently pressing against my clit, i feel two fingers push inside of me, which only catches me by surprise as well, my moans muffling through my busy lips.

he pushes another finger inside, stretching me out as i moan loudly, pulling myself away from his dick and beginning to grind my pussy on his lips, until he pulls his fingers out and focuses his mouth on me.

i close my eyes and sink myself into the moment, one hand on the wall while the other pumps his cock, which was coming closer and closer to finishing.

“i-i’m gonna cum, baby.. please fuck me..” xavier moans, lightly moving me out of his face and nudging me towards the lower part of his body.

i nod, moving myself down his figure to align with his dick, pushing myself back onto him. i hear him moan behind me, almost whining at the amount of stimulation i put him through already.

i move my fingers to my clit, rubbing the bud in order to increase my upcoming orgasm, bouncing on his dick while his hands held my waist, guiding me up and down.

my mind was at a blank, genuinely focused on the pure pleasure this brought the both of us, and nothing else. just the moment that i was so terribly engrossed in, and not the fact it was all in a cell. i was with xavier, and this was the release we both so desperately needed.

and fuck, we got it.

our moans synced together as we gasped throughout the stimulation both our organisms brought us, our juices intertwining as i rode out the high of our climaxes, up until the moment his body went numb beneath me. i got off of him, my weak legs moving to grab my underwear off the floor, and slowly began to get dressed as he watched me from behind.

"you're going leave already, [y/n]?" he asked, leaning up to grab his clothes. "what happened to all that talk?"

"ignore that until you're let out of prison, xavier." i turn around, zipping my pants up. i lean down to grab the handcuffs and the key again, putting them back on him after he got dressed, and pushing him back to the bed.

he purses his lips together and sighs, cupping my cheeks before kissing me softly. "fine. but you need to come here again. no one's ever gonna make me feel as good as you do - i mean that."

"i'm flattered. maybe i will." i tease, pecking his cheek before leaving the cell in a blink. i grab my purse and glance to him before walking out and into the dim hallway.

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