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kdecays · 21 days

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°Sun Dress°

°Summary°: You and Chris can't control yourselves at dinner and it ends up getting freaky😛

°Warnings°: fingering, public sex, oral(male receiving)

Authors note: THIS IS MY FIRST STORY THATS NOT ON WATTPAD SO BARE WITH ME.

I jump at the feeling of someone's hands reach around my waist. Recognizing the touch of him I turn around as his hands are holding my waist.

"Hi chris" I say while staring at his lips. "Hi y/n".

Before I start talking I hear someone yelling at us.

"Come on love birds were all going to dinner!" Nick yells while drying himself with a towel.

"come on, I have the cutest sundress to wear for dinner." I say excitedly. Chris smiles as he admires my excitement.

We dry ourselves off and walk inside the beach house with our fingers interlocked.

"Chris I need to ask your opinion on this dress." I say as I walk out the bathroom giving him a spin.

Chris stares at me with wide eyes as he examines my body attentively. He began to walk over to me and grabbing my hand to twirl me around to get a better view.

"you look beautiful, it fits you very well." He'd say in a flirty voice, eagerly smiling at me. I look at him from his eyes to his lips giving him a signal that I need him.

I suddenly feel his hands travel my waist to my ass. Meanwhile my arms are going around his neck running my fingers through his hair.

Suddenly there's a knock at the door. A muffled voice comes from behind the door. "The Uber is here hurry up!" Nick shouts from behind the door.

"Were coming out!" I shout back. "Cmon we can continue this later." I say to Chris and give him a peck on the lips before I go grab my bag to leave.

We get in the car and Nick sits in the front seat and I'm in the middle on Matt and Chris. We got lucky and got a chill driver. The driver let us listen to music so it wouldnt be awkward and so we could have fun.

While we're listening to music we starts to calm down and just listen to music and talk to each other.

While I'm listening to Matt and nick argue I feel Chris start to whisper into my ear. "I need you so bad right now." I turned to look at him with wide eyes as I was not expecting it.

"your gonna have to wait." I say. Chris rolls his eyes and turns to face forward noticing that we have reached our final destination.

Nick checks us into our registration and we meet some friends at the table.

We all sit down. Our drink came to the table and look over the menu. I pick up my drink to take a sip when I feel Chris lean in to whisper something to me. "I would rather eat u out right now." I giggled. "Shut up we're with ur brothers and our friends anyone could see us." I look at him with a serious face but he just blows it off.

We finished eating our food and I suddenly feel Chris' hand find it's way to my inner thigh.

I try to pretend that nothing's happening but all I feel is Chris going higher and higher until he reaches my heat.

He searches for my panties just to find out that I don't have any on. I look at him for a split second.

He doesn't care he just starts to rub my clit with his thumb. The circular motion is making me go feral. I cant control my moans.

The table is loud so luckily nobody is noticing the noises coming out of me. I can feel Chris laughing as if he isn't He then inserts two fingers into me, which causes me to slightly jump at the feeling.

I feel a familiar feeling coursing throughout my body. I clench around his finger which gives him the sign that I'm going to finish. Before I finish he pulls them out. I quickly look at him with a annoyed face.

He doesn't give me any attention. He suddenly stand up from the table. "I'm gonna use the restroom I be back." Chris says. As he's walking away I'm waiting for him to look back at me but he doesn't give me any attention.

After thinking about what just happened I feel a vibration on my leg from my phone. Its chris.

Chris💕

Meet me in the bathroom.

6:52pm

"I'm gonna excuse myself to use the restroom very quickly." I say hurrying myself to the bathroom.

People might think it's suspicious but I don't care. I need this man in me right now.

I find the restroom and go inside to find Chris waiting inside for me.

As soon as I lock the door I turn to him and start to kiss him passionately. His lips move from mine to my neck. He quickly find my sweet spot which makes moan out loud.

He starts to unbuckle his pants and I bend down.

"what are you doing baby?" Chris asks.

I ignore him and pull his boxers down to see his hard dick spring out. I put my hands around the shaft as I kitty lick the tip. My eyes look up and I see him starting at me in delight.

I spit in my hand and start to rub it all over his dick. He starts to groan when I put my lips around the tip and start to bobble my head. "Fuck" he says in enjoyment.

I lift my head for breath and immediately go back in. Soon enough I can feel him twitch in my mouth. I keep eye contact with him while bobbling my head up and down. He starts to shut his eyes and in the same moment I feel a warm liquid shoot in the back of my throat.

I lift my head up and get up from off my knees. I kiss him and he can taste himself on my lips.

He starts to take my dress off exposing my bare chest. He takes my dress fully off and picks me up and puts me on the sink.

He breaks the kiss and moves his mouth to my bare tits. He sucks on my tits leaving me a hickey.

He positions me to have his dick aligned with my entrance. "Can I put it in" I nod my head quickly which makes him giggle.

He slides in an out of me at the perfect pace with each thrust hitting me in the correct spot each time.

I start feeling a familiar sensation throughout my whole body. I clench around him and at the same time I feel him twitch inside me. "Fuck I'm gonna cum." Chris groans.

He releases first and myself quickly after. "I love you" I say to Chris out of breath. "I love you too baby" he replies trying to catch his breath.

I give him a kiss before he helps me off the sink.

"what are we gonna say when people ask why we were gone for so long?" Chris asks. "I'll just say I got my period and u had to get me stuff. Nobody's gonna question." I say confidently.

We sit back at the table and as soon as I sit in my chair Nick gives me a weird look. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I say to nick. "Why were you guys gone for so long? And why is Chris sweaty?" Nick says suspiciously. "I got my period he had to get me some feminine products." I say in a normal tone so he doesn't suspect anything.

Good thing everyone is to busy with their own conversations to pay attention to the investigation Nick has for us.

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AUTHORS NOTE!

Hiiii okay this is prolly so bad but my friend gave me advice on how to write and stuff so yeah. And I wrote half of it during school💀 but I think it's okay PLEASE RECCOMEND PLOTS!! I literally came up with this bc I was listening to sundress by asap. But anyways bye.

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neteyamsilly · 1 year

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i will soften every edge, hold the world to its best | 3

summary ;; Sullys stick together. You learn the hard way what happens when you don't. PART 2 | PART 4 pairings ;; dad!jake sully x reader, mom!neytiri x reader, sully family x reader genre ;; pure angst and family feels notes / explanations ;; descriptions of blood and violence incoming, beware! shout out to the ppl who predicted the stuff in this chapter LMAO so um... i couldnt tag everybody who asked when i said i would... there's apparently a limit to how many people you can tag. please forgive me 😭 im not taking any tagging requests anymore since i cant do it. so sorry about that,,,, seriously also, thank you so much for 1160 followers! i still cant fucking believe it... daddy issues solidarity 🤙🏻🤙🏻

“Hi there Corporal, you hear me? Yeah, I know you do. As much as I’m charmed by the fatherly love I could give you a big old sloppy wet kiss, we have unfinished business.”

Rain covered the rustling of clothes and the click-clacks of readjusted weapons as concentrated silence hung in the air, thick and heavy like the morning mist swallowing up the forest.

No answer.

What face could your parents be making right now? Heartbeat in your ears, you tried to hide your shame by looking down, but a jerk on your queue set you straight. the avatar holding you digging his gun sharper in your neck.

“What, cat got your tongue all of a sudden?” The leader’s stare found yours. “Let me give you a quick remedy.”

They’d linked your device into another for the sound to be relayed outside and the voice detection range could be wider, in other words, they wanted your father to hear what was happening to you. Your braid was yanked as if the one pulling it wanted to snap it right off your skull, no amount of training could stop the scream torn out of you — all the show just for him.

The line was deadly still, save for some rustling, crackling static that you could have easily mistaken for hissing.

A ghost of a smile shadowed the man’s face, he extended his rifle to tip your chin up. “Guess we’re gonna have to be louder than that to wake daddy up sweetheart.”

“Stop!” Father yelled, the unexpected timing of it made you jump. That earned him a group chuckle from the avatars around you. “Stop.”

He talked. He didn’t leave you to fend for yourself in this. Thank Eywa!

“That was fast,” the captor behind you said.

“Thought you’d have forgotten English by now, playing native.”

“...Quaritch?”

Quaritch. That awful, awful man from the stories your mother killed? Spider’s father? But… But he was dead. How could sky people know how to cheat death?

“In the flesh.”

Father’s voice wavered, you’d think he was scared if you didn’t know any better. “That’s impossible.”

“Back from the grave just for you, Jake.”

“Then I’ll just have to put you right back where you belong.”

The squad of avatars openly laughed at that, boisterous, confident, arrogant.

This was Toruk Makto they were openly mocking. None of them would last for one minute in front of him and yet—

“Quite the teary lovers reunion we’re havin’ here, but you got busy while I was gone, huh?” He looked down at you again, yellow eyes filled with mirth. “I have this tiny bird here we plucked right out of the air. Imagine my surprise to learn she’s yours. Is this the only one, or you got yourself a litter now?”

Silence again.

“What do you want?”

“Straight to the point as always.” The smug smile momentarily twitched into an unamused, withheld resentment. This man was nearing the end of his capacity to keep taunting. “I don’t think I’ll tell yet. You know I love to be a tease.”

Your ears rotated upwards in treacherous hope at your father's next words. “If you touch one hair on my daughter’s head I swear to god—”

“You exchanged your god for this shithole, Jake. Let’s not kid ourselves now.” Any hint of playing around was gone, now, eyes fixated on something on the ground ahead. “Your daughter will be my guest for a while. Think of it as summer vacation. Don’t worry, unlike the Na’vi, we’re very hospitable.” His thumb brushed over a button. “Until next time.”

“Fucking bastard—”

With one beep, the call was over. Quaritch was touching the band around his neck this time. “Iron Sky, Blue on Actual. We are standing by for extract, over.”

You began to tussle against the avatar behind your back. “No! No! Let me go!”

“Be advised. We're bringing in a high value prisoner.”

“Dad’s really gonna flay her alive this time, I can’t wait.” Lo’ak, positioned just behind the flap of the tent to not be seen from the outside as he peeked with one eyeball just in case, was watching his parents vehemently yell at each other in whispers that started out loud, but got hushed probably to not reach him and his siblings. Aggressive limb gestures were flying in the air, and at one point, his mom had tried to run off somewhere and was forcefully stopped.

Dad was currently pacing around like a wild animal with one hand permanently stuck rubbing his face, and mom turned away from him, holding her forehead. “They’re really going at it, huh?

Kiri was not amused with his insistence to breach their privacy. “What’s so interesting about watching this kind of thing?”

“Catharsis?” He remarked in English, feeling sophisticated. “You remember Spider talking about it? Purification and emotional cleansing through relief that you’re not going through the horrible tragedy, the character on stage is.”

“You’re normally so dumb.” Lo’ak bore his fangs at her matter-of-fact tone of voice. “Your brain only comes back on when it’s about chaos.”

“I’m petty, and what about it?” A tilt of his head to dare Kiri to ask for her point, then his attention was thwarted by an incomprehensible cry from his mother. She was pushing dad from his arms, furious like Lo’ak had never seen before as the upset man tried to hold her more. “Look at mom and dad breathing fire at each other! You think they’re discussing how to punish her?”

“Stop spying already skxawng, mom will be angry if she sees you. We’re supposed to be in bed.”

“Shut up, I’m trying to listen here!” His ears were tilting at every angle to make out any words that reached to him as nothing but a cluster of broken sounds. “Why did they have to go far?”

“Because they wanted to be away from peeping toms like you?”

“And you’re still here too, so?” Lo’ak gave his sister a meaningful look. “I know you wanna see too.”

“Ugh!” Kiri shoved out her tongue at him, eyes dead. “And it’s not funny, by the way! They are fighting. Stop being happy about it.”

He knew they were fighting about his older sister, and that she’d get all the heat and fallout from it the moment she was back. Lo’ak’s head was full of what he could get out of it, or what to ask her for in return for helping her out in her detention. So satisfying to be the sibling who wasn’t in trouble. He should do it more, actually. “It is funny when it’s not about me.”

“You’re sick for taking joy in another’s suffering.”

“Oh, I’m doomed, then.” Kiri took whatever fat was on his thin arm between her thumb and forefinger, and twisted. Lo’ak had to blink away the tears that rushed to his eyes, snatching his limb away from the displeased girl and pushing her away in return — he was annoyed at how much that hurt, why was that so damaging for no reason? “Yeouch! What the hell?”

“Will it kill you to practice mindfulness once in a while?”

He raised his voice’s pitch to mock the wobbly, ear-scratching whine of yours, and exaggerated his body movements to match, too. “I hate you!”

“Gross.” She tried to shove him, he caught her hands in the air, pushing her back and getting the spiteful annoyance of his sister as a result. “Dad was actually hurt by that.” Lo’ak’s eyes could roll down the hills by themselves the way that sounded, but Kiri, as always, was bothered so inexplicably. “I don’t like this. I have a bad feeling.”

That bad feeling was the herald of dad’s upcoming cranky ill-temper and what would follow after you inevitably had to come crawling back home with tail between your legs, Neteyam dragging you from the scruff of your neck. Lo’ak was refusing to sleep so he could enjoy the fight.

“Me personally, am over the moon, ikran duty is so gonna be off my hands. For months.” He halted at the idea that just went off in his head, tail swishing with the hype. “I wanna tell Spider. I’ll go get him.”

“Absolutely not. You sneak off now and they’ll laser-focus all the anger on you!” Kiri was pointing a warning hand at him, but slowly lowered it, one corner of her mouth twitching up. She was holding back amusement. “Hey, you know what? Nevermind, you can go. I want you to go. I have to see this.”

“Ha-ha.” Lo’ak’s tail stuttered, losing enthusiasm. “Attempted murder, much?”

“Guys, what’s going on…”

Upon the unexpected voice that wobbled its way into their conversation, they both looked down to see Tuk gripping her weaved blanket with one hand and dragging it on the floor as she made her way to them, the other rubbing her eyes one by one so sleep dripping from them would fly away.

“See, you woke her up! What do we do now?”

“You woke her up by yelling, why is it my fault now?”

“I didn’t, you—”

“Did too.”

“Did not.”

“Did too.”

“Did n—”

“Guys…” Tuk pulled on Kiri’s hand, and the foreign object she was clutching the whole time distracted Lo’ak. It must have dug into the older one’s skin that she carefully picked it up to inspect. The ear pieces they took off before they went to sleep. This one was Kiri’s. “Neteyam’s calling. You didn’t hear…”

Grinning, Lo’ak snatched it up and skipped backwards and put it in his own ear, ignoring Kiri’s hushed yells to give it back now and the groans about ruining it with his stinky, cheesy earwax. He had to keep bouncing around, the girl was chasing him around the tent. “Bro! Tell her she’s sooo dead. Dad’s literally keeping guard in front of the tent—”

“Lo’ak, quit it.” Neteyam’s tremulous answer was harsh. Lo’ak’s smile wavered as he dodged Kiri’s arm and jumped over discarded cups on the floor, knocking over wooden spoons. “I need you to tell me what’s happening over there.”

“Aw, baby’s so scared to come back she needs to make a game plan first?” He laughed, slapping Kiri’s hands away. “I’ll only tell if she gives back my karambit knife.”

His older brother sighed, a bit too exasperated.

“Yeah, I’m not letting that one go and I’m also making it your problem—”

“Lo’ak, she isn’t here.”

He stopped dead in his tracks. “What?”

“She isn’t here. I couldn’t find her.” Kiri bumped into him, unable to stop herself at the right time to hit the brakes due to how abruptly Lo’ak had stilled. They’d almost tumbled over. “Dad told me to wait until he contacts her and I’ve been waiting for minutes. Now tell me what’s going on over there.”

“Bro, you’re serious?”

“Why wouldn’t I be serious, skxawng!”

He turned to Kiri in disgusted discomfort, who had damn-near glued her own ear to his to hear better. “Forget months, I’ll be free for years. Dad’s not gonna let her take one step off the camp anymore.”

The girl would stomp her foot if she was a couple years younger. “What’s this about?”

And Neteyam would shake Lo’ak from the neck for ignoring him this long while he was fussing. “Tell me already you—!”

“They’re having a fight bro.” He leaned better to peep outside the tent. “Yeah.”

“She came back? Why didn’t you tell me?”

It was uncommon for Neteyam to completely disregard the previous input he’d been given. Lo’ak didn’t understand this level of anxiety. “Are you having a brain fart? Would we be having this conversation if she was here? It’s mom and dad who are fighting.”

It wasn’t that serious — on the contrary, his sister was quite simple to understand. She didn’t want to be found and had changed her place of hiding. End of story. The golden boy’s worrywart nature was keeping him from reasoning.

“Don’t be a smartass.” Lo’ak practically felt Neteyam’s want to land a loud smack on his back. “Were they only able to reach her, then? Is that why they’re fighting?”

“You’re asking me?—”

The older boy began to grumble under his breath. “This is why I called Kiri.”

Said girl’s ears perked up over picking her name from the static-surrounded line. Lo’ak snorted. “Ouch, bro.”

Kiri shook him from the elbow. “Me? What about me?”

“Great title for your autobiography.”

Kiri raised her arms to give him a beating and Lo’ak was already bolting away from anywhere near her vicinity. The siblings didn’t even take notice of the line with Neteyam going dark as they focused on their own play-scuffle for a while.

Until Lo’ak bumped into someone.

It wasn’t Tuk.

Shoulders pulled into himself, he turned around torturously freaked out to find dad standing there like a ghost, his tactical vest packed to the brim and gun hanging from his back the way they wore their bows.

The blue of his skin had faded into an ashier tone, amber eyes wide and bloodshot, the veins on the normally put together Olo’eyktan’s forehead were bulging, even a socially clueless person would pick up something was seriously wrong. He commanded cold authority of the battlefield simply by the way he stood, immediately triggering Lo’ak into soldier mode.

He took a few steps back, chin hanging low at the lightless, unblinking stare his father pushed down on him. “Sir.”

All the sleepiness that had Tuk unresponsive and nodding off through Lo’ak and Kiri’s push-and-pull was knocked out of her at the sight, she was now unnerved and frightened. “Dad?”

The man’s intensity was somehow eased by his youngest’s reaction, but he held back from taking her in his arms like he normally would to comfort her, didn’t even care to remark on how they were supposed to be sleeping — how they’d woken their little sister up, instead focusing on Lo’ak. “I want you all to listen well. Your mother and I are heading out for a minute and your grandmother will be with you soon — Neteyam is Oscar-Mike to come back here. Stay put and don’t go anywhere, understand?” His finger pointed accusingly at him. “Don’t cause trouble. Looking at you boy, what I’m saying here is Marine proof. I’m at the end of my wits here, don’t even think about slipping a tail out of this tent.”

The potent severity of whatever the hell was making him this agitated to the point of a voice so hoarse it was unrecognizable got the wheels in Lo’ak’s head whirring. “What’s happening, dad?”

“One child!” The thundering shout came down on him with the force of a falling mountain, making Lo’ak jump out of his skin. “I need one child of mine to listen to me without asking any questions today!” Dad’s voice broke when Tuk whined, he shut his eyes as if he was in physical pain, and flexed his jaw, shaking his head and pulling the girl in from her shoulders to soothe her. Still no direct hugging. “Jesus Christ.”

“I’m sorry sir,” Lo’ak said immediately, distraught by the over-the-top reaction, hands unknowingly curling into fists by his sides. Whenever that sky people word ‘Jesus’ slipped from dad not having any control between the border of his two languages, the boy knew it was demanding gravitas. “I heard you CFB.”

“Good.” He thinned his lips. “Kiri, please.”

Lo’ak frowned at dad basically asking for her to play her brother’s keeper in Neteyam’s absence in two simple words.

She nodded. “I know dad.”

He caught a glimpse of his mother running in the distance, her father’s bow in her hand.

Just what was happening? What had you done?

Eywa, it had to be sky people.

Dad saw the realization in his face. “Stay,” he emphasized, one final time before he was also gone with the wind.

Lo’ak wouldn’t have obeyed if it wasn’t for his grandmother arriving just in time, keeping them busy with a story about the arrival of a wounded ikran with no rider.

You realized the gunshot wound puncturing your upper abdomen was there the whole time when the avatars put first aid and later slapped a rectangular sky people bandage on it that helped clotting or whatever it was called, the pain simply not being there had played a big factor in it with the body running on pure adrenaline.

(Crouching close to you, Quaritch had bragged, “We aren’t so bad after all, huh, sweetheart? It’s called civilization. Your daddy ever taught you about that?”

Civilization, your ass. They needed you. There was nothing well-meaning about what they were doing.

And the nickname had ticked you off, sullying the good memories of father, your head slammed into his nose in full power after a hiss.

“Now my daddy taught me that!” you spat in English as other avatars had tackled you. The man claiming to be Quaritch was smiling as he wiped away the blood trickling down his nose.

What was the point in trying to patch you up if they were going to do this, then?)

You were now a part of an elaborate trap to lure your father in. Bait. The worst position to be in. This was the kind of trouble Lo’ak would get himself in. It was too late to go back now, the mess you’d gotten yourself into had made itself known.

Think, think! How could you get out of this?

Within the unsleeping forest’s nightly noises chirping all around you, a specific call in the air halted your train of thought.

It was mom.

Your parents were here. But how? How did they know where you were, exactly? Dread and expectation pooled in your heart, coexisting in a nauseating mix.

Father must be thinking that you already caused so much trouble, they couldn’t know you were also hurt, you’d never hear the end of it.

But there was no time to think, the pain you should have been feeling was ebbing its way into your body, and she was calling in the night to inform you to get ready.

All hell broke loose when the man who held you tight from your queue was shot right from the back of his head with an arrow, collapsing right on top of you.

You couldn’t get away in time to not be crushed by his dead body and promptly got squished between the mossy soil and him, his gun was hurting you, the wound on your stomach getting in the way of you using your core to push the body off.

How many minutes had passed with you struggling to get him off as a hurricane of bullets roared, you didn’t know (it hurt, pain was climbing towards the threshold) — mom was able to break free from the weight of a whole AMP suit, as you’d heard as a child, a Na’vi was naturally strong, but you couldn’t even crawl out. Panic was a rope tightening around your ribcage as your breathing picked up

All of a sudden, the weight was gone, and the only remaining thing from it was the big gun left from the avatar you found yourself hugging for dear life, eyes wide as saucers. Before you could see whoever had done that, you got hoisted up right back on your feet and tried to run, only to be held tighter and pulled behind the trunk of a tree.

“Hey, it’s me, it’s me!” Clumsy, overwrought hands were cupping your cheeks and — and oh, it was your father.

You didn’t know whether to be afraid or cry from happiness.

Once he was sure you registered it was him by staring intently in your eyes with that edge of the softness you’d missed so much, his hold shifted to your neck and around your shoulders, and he gave you a look-over, checking for any wounds. Too bad what he was searching for was behind the gun you were holding. “Are you hurt?” He shook you when you were too stunned to answer. “Are you hurt at all?”

“No,” you shook your head automatically, it was weak against the explosions of bullets raining down all around you, but father had picked it up regardless, only focusing on you for the moment.

In the darkness, nobody could see the blood running down your body, that bandage had come out at one point.

“On my mark, we’re gonna run, okay?” He nodded to you, tomahawk axe in hand coated in a dark substance, commanding your full attention. “Follow me. Ready? Ready?”

You weren’t ready at all, stomach feeling like it was being stabbed at every heartbeat, but you couldn’t tell him that.

Instead, you ran like hell, moored by father’s taut clutch on your forearm pulling you forward to match his incredible speed dodging roots, bushes and branches.

Things stopped moving only when you were enveloped in mom’s embrace, consciousness almost flying off from the relief that washed over you. Kisses were peppered along your hairline and forehead, her mumbling your name in gratitude blending with your panting. Tears burned bitter in your eyes, but you couldn’t cry, not when father was looking at you like that, chest rising and falling. You instantaneously remembered why you were holding that gun at the intensity he was radiating, tail escaping between your legs and letting mom hold you.

At least this way he wasn’t able to objurgate you.

Over her shoulder, you saw three ikrans instead of two. Heart soaring, you were skipping towards him in pure astonishment in a heartbeat. “Hey buddy!”

His head lowered down towards you in bird-like movements. In this angle, it looked like he was giving you a razor sharp-toothed big grin.

“He brought us here,” your mother said. The hand you were going to pet the ikran with stopped midway at her dejected tone. “You have passed Iknimaya, I take it. On your own.”

You didn’t know what to say, feeling immense guilt at having made her this disappointed over it. If this was any normal situation, any normal fight at all, you would have shot back with, ‘Well father told me to do it.’

But you were tired.

Your pain threshold was being threatened, and you needed to get to your grandmother before any of your parents saw the situation you were in and this escalated into the worst fight you were going to get into in your entire life.

Father’s only response was a dead cold, “C’mon, we gotta get outta here.”

He didn’t talk to you after that. Not one word.

Squatting on an ikran’s back on a flight with an abdominal gunshot wound you were trying to hide was not an option unless you wanted to pass out midair and was looking for a free dive, so you were all but hugging the poor thing’s neck like a monkey, trusting him to follow your parents while you concentrated on mentally fighting to level out the pain.

Nonsensical as it was to believe the gun stuck between your ikran’s neck and your stomach was acting as a tampon to lessen the bleeding, you were concerned with how dumb it must have looked to father and mom, how incompetent they must think of you that their daughter didn’t even know how to ride right.

Got an ikran for nothing.

Would they be less proud of you seeing how funny it appeared, nevermind that it was to contain your pain all the while not trying to faint?

But no words were exchanged about it.

Father clamping up right after he’d made sure you weren’t hurt (yikes) had resulted in this awkward trip succumbing in total silence. They had sandwiched you between them, only necessary space for the ikrans to beat their wings freely left, so close that you could discern the scariest look on father yet, deepening the lines of age in his face while simultaneously expressing his barely contained desire to kill someone.

A ticking time bomb.

Forget speaking at all, but not only did he never address you until now, he didn’t even look in your direction for once. You knew because staring at him for five minutes straight for him to just acknowledge your existence had proven to be unfruitful.

And the tears involuntarily streamed down your cheeks with how utterly worthless and alone that made you feel, trapped in this agony you couldn’t help but hide because he’d think you didn’t deserve to complain after bringing it upon yourself. You would rather bite your tongue and bear the pain than stay dreading his reaction.

Yeah, no, he couldn’t know.

Mom was looking over at you every one minute to make sure you were okay after her ears picked up on your sniffles, arrows of worry shot from her side sinking down your skin every single time, and you hated to make her this way.

Your ikran kept comforting you through tsaheylu until you landed.

Father had promptly jumped down, agile and making haste away somewhere, passing you by and giving the cold shoulder. You all but slid off your own ikran, managing to make the gun stay where it should be, as you couldn’t help but weakly call out to him for one drop of consolation. “Father…”

He didn’t stop for you, quickening his steps, but his ears twitched, the tail beating the air ferociously halting and lowering before it returned to the previous motions, and those were the only indications that he’d heard it Lima Charlie.

The man just didn’t want to talk to you.

And you had to make yourself believe it wasn’t the emotional devastation that had you falling down, but the wound sucking out all your energy now that you had gotten to safety.

“Ma’ite?” Mom rushed to you. “Ma’ite, what’s wrong? What is it?”

“I’m okay, mom, it’s okay.” You were sitting on the floor, cross-legged. Thank goodness you still had the unbreakable willpower (and not the fear of Eywa put into you by father) to hold your shit together. “I’m okay. Just tired. My knees buckled. Weak, you know?” You swallowed, smiling. “I’m just… Just resting.”

Her gaze full of concern studied you, zeroing in on the gun you clung on for dear life against your stomach. Her hands lovingly brushed your hair, gripped your shoulders and elbows even though you were disgustingly clammy all over. It was grounding, anchoring within the ocean of pain washing over you in waves.

“Oh, why are you sweating so much? You’re freezing.” You clutched the gun harder in a panic when she grasped it, most likely to put it away. It was the wrong reaction to have, but you weren’t exactly in the position to function healthily.

Mom, as any other person would, got suspicious from it, her eyes flying up to your owlish ones — blanked out like a frightened animal. “You’re fine now,” she whispered, thankfully attributing it to how disturbed you must be, still not out of survival mode. “You are safe, my daughter. Mom is here.” She cupped your cheek, but every touch to your body hurt now, even when it was away from the gaping wound, still gushing blood, trickling down your hips and getting you scared that it’d be discovered once you stood up. “I’m here.” She searched your soul to know just why you were grimacing at her attempts of comforting. “I will take this now, you do not need it anymore.”

You snapped out of the gradually darkening gray haze mom’s lulling was laying you down gingerly into. “No, please don’t,” your breathing hitched. She was going to see. She couldn’t see. You had to avoid this somehow, as long as you could. Grandmother’s tent. You would make it, you had to. “I’ll… I’ll just sit here for a while, okay? I need to just… take a small break, and then I’ll… Can you go back? I’ll follow later. Father is angry, I don’t—”

“Nonsense.” Incredulous and enraged suddenly about something you couldn’t put a finger on, and before you could stop her, she tried to haul you up with her by gripping your upper arms — colors exploded behind your eyelids, getting you you to lose consciousness for two seconds, your vision flooding back in a starry kaleidoscope. When mom’s voice reached your ears, it was in staccato exclaims your ears were ringing too much to discern. She was shaking you.

You weren’t able to sit up straight anymore, leaning forward — mom had caught you, utterly confused and panicked at the same time. And then your head was lying on the crook of her elbow resting on her legs she’d tucked under herself. The moment you’d switched from sitting to straight up lying down was missing from your memories.

A baby being cradled. Yes, this is exactly what it was like. Gentle arms surrounded you amidst the pulsating sea of agony.

Your body was letting go, but your arms were vices around the gun, still holding that last line. Don’t let go. Don’t let go. They can’t know. Father will be so mad if he learns. “‘m okay… ‘st restin’…”

When your eyes cleared enough for the surroundings to be only a bit blurry, your mom was looking at the hand she’d just tried to take away the gun with, caked with your blood that had stained it, out of it and perplexed like she didn’t want to believe it.

Her gut-wrenchingly stunned numbness sent the misery clawing its way inside into overdrive, pulling your consciousness down to the earth from the clouds it was ascending to. “Not mine,” you forced out, but it came out as begging. Everything was falling apart. The plan was so simple, why couldn’t you do anything right? “Not mine. Please. Mom, it’s okay.”

“No…” Mumbling, she started sharply swaying back and forth, and with one brutally vigorous attack, she ripped the gun away from your arms, and hurled it away — then it was over. Your sob wasn’t due to the motion hurting you, it was all entirely for the broken wail of your mother at seeing the bloodied mess, tears spilling from her eyes as she reached down to press down at the pouring liquid. “No! No! Oh Great Mother! Why did you hide this! Oh, my daughter!”

“No, mom, I’m fine, it’s nothing. Not my blood. Not my blood, okay?” You reached up weakly and wiped at her cheeks with trembling fingers, your heart got crushed worse than the pain could beat you down at her grief — lungs constricting. Where was all the air? “I’ll get up. I’ll go to grandmother, don’t cry. Just resting.”

Frantically looking around, she yelled, “Jake!—” but her voice didn’t quite come out, breathy as if she’d been punched in the ribcage seconds prior.

A heartbeat’s worth of nothingness, after which you were full-on freaking out. Only one thought: Father will be angry.

“No!” You shrieked, and blood swelled in one strong pump against mom’s fingers. She looked down at you in anguish, pupils blown wide, arm tightening around you as if you were a flailing bird. “Don’t tell him! Don’t tell father! He’ll really kill me for this—”

“No, no no no,” she shook her head, frenzied, tone cracked from beginning to end. “Do not say that. Don’t you ever say that—”

But you were struggling in her arms, wanting nothing but to crawl away into a hole, no reason registering whatsoever, only instinct. “He’ll be so angry,” you begged, pleading, pink spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth. The sound of gurgling accompanying the words you forced your whole body to form. “You can’t tell him — you can’t! He already hates me!”

The more you thrashed around and kicked your legs, the more you bled.

“Please, Great Mother!” The more mom lost her mind, hissing and howling hysterically, crazed, hugging you tighter and rocking. “Jake! Jake! Ma’Jake!” She put her temple against yours. “Not my daughter, please, Eywa…”

Why was she being like this? It wasn’t that serious! You were okay!

Delirium claimed you hot as she kept calling his name and her unbreakable hold on you kept you in a cage of a mother’s despair. In your feverish mind, a threat to your life was coming. Weakness spread like wildfire around your body and chipped away at the pain, slowly picking it apart to replace it with drowsiness. “Don’t call ‘im,” you continued to repeat, over and over again. “I’m just taking a break. Don’t call him over. He’s gonna be angry. He’ll hate me. He hates me. Please, mom.”

The sentences slurred together, shortened, wilted away pitifully, your voice died down, tongue deteriorating into only echoing, “He hates me.” A withered away, old flute.

Your ikran was bellowing in the distance and you looked. The torches on cave walls were illuminating him and finally revealing to you his beautiful color scheme.

And then your father was here, falling to his knees right beside you, his glistening wide eyes flying everywhere around your body — tracing all the blood, hands hovering above you as if he didn’t know where to start piecing a shattered vase back together.

It was over.

Fully expecting the chastising you were about to receive to shake the floating mountains so bad the enemy would be able to spot you, you began to apologize — pride be damned, this battle be lost, you’d failed anyway. “Please don’t be mad,” you shuddered, meek and unsteady, tunnel vision flickering at the edges only perceiving him. “It’s my fault—I’m sorry—please don’t be angry—”

“Stop talking,” he ordered, rough and harsh, eyebrows knitted tightly, and out of breath — probably because of how hard he was trying to hold the anger back. You knew. That had to be it. “Don’t speak.”

Ah of course. This was only natural when he had refused to utter a single word at you the whole way, denying you the temporary comfort of a simple glance.

Even the hand he pressed down so ruthlessly firm on your stomach it might as well be a boulder pinning you down was meant to be punishment, the whines your unbreathing lungs couldn’t stop turned into yowls — you hadn’t even noticed your hands were wrapped around father’s wrist in an effort to push him away, scratching him, but he only added his other hand on top of the other in return.

“Hang on, sweetheart, I got you, please hang on a little longer,” he pleaded, but you were already too far gone, Eywa was cruel to have plugged your ears to the endearment you’d been dying to hear from him for so long, making the last things you were aware father said to you the fact that he didn’t even want to hear you talking.

And you fulfilled his wish.

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medium-rare-bimbo · 9 months

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Stepdad hopper!!

♡Masterlist♡

MINORS DNI

Contains: stepcest, dubcon, age gap, cheating

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♡ your mother hadnt been home as much as he wanted her to be meaning he had a lot of pent up needs that he needed to release :(( his hand wasnt soft enough to give him the feeling he wants, his rough callous hands would pump his cock for hours yet still be unsatisfied not to mention the playboy magazines didnt compare to a real womens body

♡ he would be lying if he said he didnt like you before the blue balls hit in fact he had these perverted thoughts as soon as his eyes laid upon you and your short dress and frilly socks, your doe eyes peering up at him as your mother introduced you both, the quiver of your lip as you watched him stalk closer, taking in his entire form

♡ hed be lying if he said he didnt think about you when he slept with your mother. Hed be lying if he said he just saw you as a daughter. Hed be lying if he said he didnt listen to you touch yourself. Hed be a bigger liar if he said he didnt watch you through the gap in your door.

♡ he comes home, angry, a bad day with bad people, he sees you all cute and pretty wearing his favourite sundress with the pink frilly apron he got you. He cant help himself, his instincts are practically howling at him to pick you up and force his cock inside you

♡ you turn to him, wide eyes a smile on your face as you grab the plate of cookies you had made earlier in the day, unsurprisingly your mother is nowhere to be found so it's just you and him in the house

♡ "hey kid where's your mom?"

"mom said she would be home late, something about work and paper, so I made dinner for us! I made cookies too but you can only have one right now, I dont want you to ruin your appetite"

♡ god how he loved you, always taking care of him like the good girl you are, making sure he eats, making sure he gets to work on time, checking up on him, asking how his day was. He adored you <3

"What are we having?"

♡ he pulls out a chair, ready to sit at the dinner table until you stop him

"We can sit in the living room! Mom isnt here so she cant tell us what to do OH! and we're having chicken alfredo"

♡ your eyes crease as you smile at him looking for approval as you peered up at your stepfather, he smiled back, a small smile but a smile nonetheless. He grabbed a cookie, muttering a thank you before popping it in his mouth as he walked to the living room

" you- um you can take a shower if youd like, um-the food wont be done until later a-and you can be all clean before you eat"

♡ you meek voice called out to him shaking with nerves as you talk to him. He huffed out a laugh and nodded his head, turning to head up stairs behind him, he heard your sigh in satisfaction as you watch the big man clamber up the stairs

♡ he groaned as the water hit his tensed muscles, the stress from his body leaving as the warm water came down on him. He was tempted to touched his cock but he feared that he wouldnt be able to control the noises that croaked out of him, despite all his fantasies he didnt want you to come into the bathroom thinking he was hurt only to see his cock out

♡ he dried himself before cursing realising he forgot his clothes. Hopper wrapped the towel around his waist before calling out to you

"Y/N! can you get me some clothes I forgot to grab them"

♡ he heard you shout in confirmation as he leaned back against the bathroom sink. Hearing your footsteps he trotted closer to the door prepared for your hand to shoot in with his clothes, instead the door opened and you stood there with his folded clothes. Your eyes widened and your mouth opened and closed trying to stutter out a response as your face heated up

"I- um- I- okay"

♡ His giant body loomed over yours as you stood frozen in place, staring at this god of a man. Droplets of water dripped down from his neck to his chest going lower and lower until they hit the towel hanging low on his hips.

"'Okay'? Can I have my clothes now?"

"YES- I mean um yes here you go"

♡ you didnt walk away as he grabbed them though, you watched as he took them from your hands, his finger brushing over yours. He stared you down like prey wating for you to do something. the moral part of him wanted you to leave but another part wanted you to act on the thoughts swirling around your head

"Are you going to leave?"

"Yeah I just um- yeah.."

♡ you made no attempt to move too busy gawking at him to hear him properly.

"If you keep standing there you'll have to see things you wont be able to unsee"

♡ that seemed to snap you out of whatever daze you were stuck in, your eyes flicking up to his face as your pupils seemed to turn into black holes. Your mouth trembled as you tried to blurt out anything that came to mind but the thoughts were unholy and youd ruin your mothers relationship if you spoke them

♡ he lurked closer to you letting you smell the musk of his newly fresh body, your thighs pressed together drawing his eyes toward them, Hopper stared down at you reaching his hand to your shoulder and placing it there.

"Are you going to be a good girl and leave?"

♡ You nodded yet still made no attempt to move, breathless and lust driven. He scoffed as you stood still, backing away and unfolding his clothes. Before you could process what was about to happen the towel dropped and in all its glory stood his semi hard cock, He pulled his boxers on and then his pants smiling to himself as your eyes continued to eat him.

♡ he while putting on his shirt he heard a quivering murmur leave your mouth to which he looked at you, staring at you as if asking you to repeat what you said

"I didn't say anything I just- i was thinking out loud"

"Thinking out loud? About what?"

"I um... i cant say"

♡ he huffed out a laugh rolling his eyes

"We're both adults here you can say what you want I wont take offense"

"I um.."

"Go on baby.. repeat what you said"

"I said.. I said my mothers a lucky women"

♡your voiced phased out by the end but he xouldnt care less he understood what you whispered perfectly. His skin prickled with excitement he had been waiting for this day, waiting for you to say something.

"Really? You wanna play house then?"

"I- what"

"You can be mommy and I'll be daddy how about that?"

"I'd love to but I dont think-"

♡ Hopper cuts you off with his lips, silencing anything that came out of your mouth after "id love to", his arms wrapping around your body holding you against him.

♡ he breaks the kiss, pushing you against the wall and once again slamming his lips into yours, stopping any noise from exiting, his moustache scratched your face as you clawed your way at him look for something to steady yourself with, teeth, tongues and spit collided with eachother as he claimed your mouth. Your legs wrapping around his waist as he encased your body

♡ his hands inched their way between your thighs grazing up and down the soft skin, slowly but surely working his way to the pantie covered mound. Hopper circled the area where your neglected clit lay, a single finger swirled around your most sensitive area.

♡ he let your hips jerk up for more stimulation (hed have to teach you some manners later) his bear like hands made their way to the middle of your panties feeling the wet spot your juices had left behind. He groaned into your mouth, an animal like snarl as he pried and groped at your most private part of your body

♡ his cock ground into your thigh the thickness of his manhood pressing against your skin and all though he was wearing pants the tight confines of the fabric didnt shy away from the intimidating size of it. Your head threw itself back as you released a pornagrpahic moan

♡ pulling your panties to the side he finally feels you skin to skin, he growls as his finger get sticky from your slick. his heavy finger eased itself into you stretching the tight hole to prepare for his cock. Despite your wetness dripping from you and soaking his fingers you were still so tight compared to him.

♡ his finger swirled inside you getting a feel of the spongy walls he so desperately thought about. When he slipped his another finger inside of you it felt like a scolding knife and although the pain burned the pleasure burnt brighter, you collapsed into him head laying on his chest and arms curled up in his shirt

♡ his hand left your hole inching it's way to his pants pulling them down to release the throbbing monster attached to his body. Hopper rubbed the swollen precum coated head along you cunt feeling you juices cling to him inviting him to enter you

♡ hopper forced himself into your tight hole, stretching you so much that you dont think any man will be able to fill you the same, you could feel every vein of his thick cock, the way it pulsed as it breached your hole, the way precum leaked out of the swollen head almost begging to enter your womb. You could feel all of him and at some points you felt as if you were going to rip in two from how big he was

"Thaaats it take it for daddy baby"

♡ his thrusts started out slow, tempered and gentle letting your now ruined cunt get used to the abuse he was putting it through, each vein caught on your walls making you fall limp against him however his rhythm picked up as time went on, he was a strong man but not strong enough to control himself around you

♡ your legs are pinned to your chest by his massive hands, your calves resting on his shoulders as he pounds his thick cock up into you, each thrust faulting as he breaches your cervix, youre jolting everytime his dick twitches, his hands forcing your body into itself pressing down on the bulge in your stomach.

♡ you dont know where to put your hands too overwhelmed with the appendage abusing your cunt, your slick and juices are dripping out of your newly damaged cunt and onto hoppers balls and down his thick hairy thighs.

♡ the house is filled with moans, groans, squeals and the sound of skin smacking together but neither of you care. His entire body is encapsulating yours, his frame hanging over you as he uses you for his own pleasure

"My good girl- my- my girl- fuck-"

"DA- daddy- plEAse please please please oh god- PLEASE gentle! Be gentle y'go-gonna break me cant- cant take this! S'too muuuuch"

♡ your sobs seem to fall on deaf ears as his instincts kick in. his mouth made subtle marks on your neck the feral part of him wanted to mark you until you couldnt breath, until your neck collapses in on itself and you have no other choice but to show everyone who you belong to but.. he knows it wouldn't go over well with your mother, he knows that you would never tell her, he knows that youd lie and he knows your mother will pry pry and pry until she figures out that her husband was fucking her daughter.

"That's it baby doing so well for me- T-" he thrusts into you body harshly causing you to pathetically squeal "TAking it so well"

♡ the noises coming from you were nothing but sounds, too cock drunk to form a sentence (not that he minded, he knew his little girl couldnt take him without getting dumb) whines and choked moans flowed out of you as he ruined you

♡ any steam from the shower didnt compare to the condensation on the mirrors your bodies were causing, You clung to eachother like velcro, feeding off of eachothers pleasure

♡ his thumb pressed against your clit swallowing it whole as he circled it like a shark. Your hips jolted as the stimulation became to much, you cried out as he picked up his pace clenching around him as you came on his cock, juices squirting onto his stomach and down his legs.

♡ hopper howled as he came. short yet harsh thrusts continued fell out of him like possessed man as he tried to get his cum as deep in you as possible.

♡ you lay in eachothers brace, still held against the wall as you tried to regain feeling in your body and mind. Praises poured out of his mouth in whispers as you fell in and out of that post orgasm feeling

♡ the jiggling of keys unfortunately broke you both out of your dream like state, hopper placed you down, pulling you underwear over your newly filled cunt before fully dressing himself. Your mother called out to the both of you but luckily she was too concerned on who left the oven on to come look for you. You steadied yourself on the wall as you walked like a newborn doe to greet your mother (hoppers orders)

♡ you stayed the rest if the night eating the, thankfully, edible chicken alfredo, occasionally your leg would jerk up as you felt hoppers thick cum leak out of you, your mother was none the wiser. he stared you down from across the table his foot playing with your ankle as you licked up the white sauce from the corners of you mouth.

#stranger things x reader #hopper x reader #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper smut #hopper smut #tw: stepcest

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the0doreslover · 9 months

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Hi do you still do requests if so i have an odd one for you.

Ravenclaw reader has a headache and asks for a remedy from one of the Gryffindors, Fred gives her a Potion in a bottle that she drinks all of it. It's not until her second lesson that she starts feeling funny, she realized it's a combo of LSD and water so she trippin. She normally quite shy and reserved. Realising she cant concentrate she skips her lessons and stays at the tower where's she meets Theodore Nott and is giggling like a child. He finds it amusing and she confesses he situation.

chemical romance

it may of been the fact that you hadn’t been sleeping very well for the past couple of nights but you woke up with a splitting headache, causing you to wince in pain at every slight movement you made.

You had just about made it out of bed and into the great hall when you took a seat at whatever table was closest.

you ended up on the gryfindor table surrounded by some of your friends

“you look like shit” ron laughed

“thank you ron, always so sweet”

“what’s going on with you?” hermione asked genuinely curious for her friend

“my head is killing me” you explained

“freddy don’t we have something for that?” george asked his brother with a smile

“are you talking about our new and improved headache remedy” fred replied a bit to animatedly

“i’ll honestly take anything”

“anything?” they asked at the same time making you regret your statement

“don’t do it y/n you can’t trust them” harry piped in

“thanks for your concern harry but i’d literally take slugs if that got rid of this headache”

“if you want we can give you slugs as well” george smiled

“don’t test me”

after breakfast you followed the twins to their dorm and sat quietly on george’s bed while you waited for them to cure you

a few minutes later they came out with a bottle, after pouring it into a cup you were shooed out of their dorm

“so i just drink this?”

“yeah, drink you won’t know what hit you”

you were about to ask what they meant by that before you saw the door being shut in your face

“well, thank you” you shouted at the door hoping they could hear.

wasting no time you quickly gulped back the liquid and started walking to your class.

Potions, one of the most long lessons in your timetable.

you were currently trying to brew a sleeping draught with seamus finnigan while also waiting for your medicine to take effect.

once snape assessed your potion you sat back down and closed your eyes for a second

“hey y/n what are you doing after classes?” you heard seamus ask you

opening your eyes you froze at the change in scene, your vision started going fuzzy, you blinked a few times to try and fix it but instead it made it worse. Now things were breathing?

you couldn’t focus on what seamus was asking you, and instead were just trying to understand what was happening to you.

“i was wondering if you would like to hang out?” his voice echoed like a loud microphone

you looked down at your hand and watched as it left a trail as you waved it. Looking back up remembered a book you read last year on muggle-

those ginger twits gave you drugs.

luckily for you it wasn’t that high of a dose but despite that you still were finding it hard to concentrate on anything.

“so what do you say?” seamus asked again while that question rung in your mind sounding quite odd

you laughed, not on purpose, you swear

“you don’t have to? no need to laugh at me” he grumbled

you quickly shot up attracting some eyes of other students

“sir i need to leave” you said with a smile looking at a random student who looked a lot like snape.

“i’m over here miss L/n, what is the reason?”

you tried your best to locate where he said that from and quickly thought of an excuse

“i’m not feeling well!” you laugh and accidentally said to loud before giving up and quickly grabbing your things ready to shoot out the door.

snape had just about excused you, not believing your situation as you laughed in his face, once you had been allowed to go you wandered the hallways shouting insults aloud

“stupid weasleys, that’s illegal!”

“how dare they give me drugs”

“i’m going to kill them”

despite your anger you couldn’t stop yourself laughing

you shortly found yourself at the entrance of the astronomy tower.

finding no point in going to your next lesson you went up the stairs.

you found looking at the floor quite interesting to be honest, the way the tiles were moving was quite calming to you

you were still grumbling insults towards the twins when you got to the tower

“you alright?”

you jumped at the voice and quickly looked up, despite your vision being a bit off you could make out the face of the slytherin, Theodore nott.

“yeah” you laughed

“alright”

you both started at each other in awkward silence before you burst into laughter yet again

“did i say something funny?” he looked amused

“not you” you smiled

“this is the most i’ve heard you say in all the years i’ve shared classes with you”

“haha very funny” you said trying to be sarcastic but ending up laughing your ass off “i’m sorry, i really am sorry”

“no way” he said, his eyebrows raising and mouth turning up into a grin

you of course could barely make out the objects around you

“what?” you asked

“you’re on drugs!” he said and this time it was his turn to laugh

“no no no” you said trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably starting a chain of laughter between the two of you

“i cannot believe this! Y/n L/n is on dr-”

you quickly shot forward and tried to put your hand on his mouth, but ended up covering his eyes

“no one can ever know this” you whispered while he nodded

“what did you take?” he asked

“i…. don’t know?” you grinned

“you’re funny” he replied

“trust me, i’m not i’m only interesting right now because i’m on drugs… wait am i going to become a drugaholic? shit i’m a drug addict!” you panicked suddenly not finding the situation funny

he sat down leaning against the railing while you followed.

“you’re definitely in the panicking stage but don’t worry i think you have to drugs everyday to be a drug addict” he smiled “you’re fine”

you smiled back and almost forgot, you were actually talking to a slytherin!

almost forgot

“i shouldn’t be talking to you” you said turning away from him

“oh yeah? why’s that”

“you don’t like my friends” you answered

“can’t i not like you’re friends and like you?”

“it doesn’t work like that” you said looking back at him now

“why can’t we make it work?” he said softly

“you know i have barely been able to see your face this whole time” you laughed changing the subject

“why’s that?” he asked

“your blurry”

you both bursted into laughter again

“we should go somewhere else, there’s a class in here next”

“we? no i’m going to sleep this off, have fun going somewhere else” you said beginning to walk away. You felt him grab your hand, turning to face him he smiled

“for the record i always found you interesting”

he let go then walked right past you

you watched his figure go down the stairs and stood frozen for a minute

“wait theodore! i can’t go down these stairs, i could just about go up them, i’ll fall and die!”

#harry potter #hogwarts #fanfic #slytherin #x reader #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theo nott #blaise zabini #lorenzo berkshire #pansy parkinson #draco malfoy #weasley twins

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b1rds3ye · 7 months

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hi!!! i LOVE the masked reader content 😭💞 my hyperfixated brain is thanking u deeply

can i request a masked (w LEDs bc i love it sm) reader who's saying "i cant believe you guys didnt notice my new haircut" or something similar, having a :( face on their mask and 141 is so confused like "we cant see your hair" "you have hair? kinda thought u were bald" stuff like that 😭 its a weird idea but im craving stupid platonic fluff like that

ty for the masked reader content love u sm for it

Hehehe as someone who hyperfixates a lot I am flattered I can induce it onto someone else LMAO Just a lil Drabble for this one I couldn’t think up of much 😅

“You pissed ‘em off,” Ghost observes and Soap’s face drops into one of sheer betrayal.

“That was one time 'n' now you a' think it’s me?” Johnny jerks his head to the side in annoyance. “What about when cap’n-”

“I’m sure they can hear you,” Gaz whisper-shouts as he gestures to you. The rest of the task force look over to you sitting on the couch at the far end of the common room. Absentmindedly watching the shared television, your arms are folded with your mask in a perpetual "-_-". You make no indication that you heard them, no, you were fully set on ignoring them all morning.

"Captain what should we do?" Kyle asks.

"This isn't a mission Kyle, we can talk it out," Price sighs.

"Care to do the honours, then?"

Price stills, beady eyes sparing a glance at your unmoving figure. If the rest of the task force didn't know any better, they would think the unwavering captain was scared.

"'m busy," he replies gruffly.

"Busy" being him fishing around in his pocket for a new cigar for an impossibly long amount of time until his subordinates let him off the hook.

"L.T.?" Johnny looks to the next superior officer, to which Simon only responds with a half-hearted grunt. In truth, Simon and John have always been good at figuring out your mood. This is one of the few times they've been left stumped, clear through the silent conversation they shared as they looked at each other.

"Cowards," Johnny mutters to himself before stomping up to you, with a drawn out, sing-song (but horrendously out of tune) "bonnieeeee" announcing his presence to you. You don't even flinch.

Johnny saddles himself beside you, leaning into you. He offers you his sweetest puppy-dogs to try and placate you before he tests the waters.

"So... what's up?"

The rest of the task force was slowly joining Johnny, you could tell as Price's cigar smoke became more pungent. An explosive move by you has these grown men flinching as you pull out a strip of paper and slam it on the coffee table in front of you, mask flitting to an angry face all the while before returning to "-_-".

Simon reaches the paper first. Delicately opening the thin parchment as Kyle and John peer over his shoulder. Johnny looks up at them but stays by your side.

Simon looks at you.

"A hairdresser?"

"Got it done yesterday," you seethe. "And no one bloody noticed. They're not cheap, you know!"

Johnny tries putting a hand on your shoulder but you jerk it away. There's a heavy moment of silence as you keep laser focused on whatever the hell the television is playing. Your hands grip your biceps as you ensure they stay crossed.

Kyle eventually submits. He kneels before you, not daring to take up all the view of the screen, but just enough for him to be sure you were aware of him.

"Love, I'm gonna ask you a question. Please don't take this the wrong way."

"What?" you grumble.

Kyle takes an audible inhale. He receives an encouraging nod from Price and he needs to take a swallow to prepare. Even you have to admit the anticipation is killing you now, you offer him the relief that he indeed has your attention, mask now set with "?" over the eyes.

"... you have hair?"

You groan and swat him away as Johnny bursts out laughing. Leaning forward with your head in your hands you try to make it seem like your shaking shoulders were from devastation and not because you were laughing too.

"No, Kyle, I just thought I'd go to a hair dresser and admire everyone else's hairdos," you retort once you've recollected yourself.

"Thought you were bald," Simon muses.

"Right back at you, Skull Face."

"I'm sure it looks good, sergeant," Price encourages as he takes the receipt from Simon, inspecting the details.

"At least someone appreciates my efforts unlike the rest of you."

"How about we appreciate it more then, bonnie?" Johnny leans in mischievously. "Take that mask off. Show us how good it looks."

"Actually, I- uh... I got my hair treated. Need to keep this mask on, let it set, you know?"

Kyle tilts his head.

"That's not how it works-?"

"I've been waiting for this bit!" You exclaim as you point at the television screen. Kyle shakes his head with a smile before joining you on the couch, opposite to Johnny. Simon and John also situate themselves around the room, far enough for personal distance but close enough to still take part in conversations, and it's now a typical off-day for the 141. They may not be able to see your face - nor your improved hair - for now, but perhaps one day they'll be graced with the sight. For now, these antics around base will suffice.

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heartpascal · 1 year

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I LITERALLY LOVE FATHER FIGURE JOEL ‼️‼️ (and i also have severe daddy issues) CAN WE GET MORE OF HIM PLEASE 😭😭

the tunnel. . .

▹ — joel miller x platonic!f!reader

▹ — summary: joel gets hurt, and in the face of losing the only person you have left, something inside of you breaks.

▹ — a/n: I DONT LIKE IT :( but i promise to provide more (&better) father figure joel content soon I SWEARRR

▹ — warnings: father figure joel, completely made up scenario (spoiler free!), joel gets hurt, it’s pretty bad, blood, stabbing, murder, reader protects joel, JOEL IS SLIGHTLY OOC

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There is a moment of silence after Joel cried out, a moment where you watch with wide eyes as he crumples, a moment where the man responsible stands over the man laying down on the cold ground, and reaches for his gun.

For you, the only thing loud enough to break the silence is your own heart, pumping blood around your body, echoing in your ears. Your footsteps don’t register, and neither does your scream, as you run towards the person who hurt Joel, and jump on his back, your knife in your hand and all of a sudden you blink, and the man is limp on top of you, his blood quickly dripping on to your clothes.

He’s pushed off of you, and you’re by Joel’s side in a second, your hands hovering as you look down at his screwed up face. The knife is no longer buried in his side, and blood is pumping out of him faster and faster as time passes by.

“Joel? Joel, can you hear me?” You ask frantically, and lean your ear down towards him to hear better as he grunts out a yes, allowing you to place his hands over his wound, and push. He groans, yelling out through his teeth, and you know that it must be bad. It must be really bad.

He’s been by your side for months now, and each time you see him take a hard hit, he holds on to that stoic expression, bites down on his tongue and keeps up the strong front, whether to save you from worrying or to prevent anyone from thinking he’s weak, you’re not sure. But he never shows this much of his pain to you, so you’re sure that he’s fully out of it, that this is when you’re gonna lose somebody, again.

But his squinted eyes relay a sense of urgency to you, and he groans and says your name, gesturing behind you, and you pull the gun that had fallen from his grip when he’d gotten hurt. You whirl around, seeing more men from the group getting closer, eyes set on you and Joel.

Your finger trembles as you lay it on the trigger, and your ears ring when you fire it, hitting the two men who had been approaching with surprising accuracy. You turn back to Joel the next second, noticing his hands going limp on top of his injury, and you press them down again, feeling his blood stain between your fingers.

“C’mon, Joel, you gotta help me out here!” You tell him, something desperate in your voice making him pull away from that sweet black emptiness that he had been beginning to fade into. He nods at you, pressing his palms harder against his stomach underneath your own hands. You breathe a sigh, not quite of relief, but something almost similar, and survey the surroundings. “We gotta get somewhere safer.” You say, and the effort of keeping pressure on his wound is taking all of Joel’s concentration.

Taking a deep breath of the cold air, you think of where you are and where you’ve been. Going backwards isn’t much of an option, given that from behind is how these men had caught you and Joel by surprise, so you have to go forwards.

You click the safety on, and shove the gun in the loose over shoulder bag at your side. You cant help but feel overwhelmed — you haven’t had to escape without Joel’s help in a long time, and especially not whilst lugging around a 50-something year old who can barely even hold his hands steady.

“Come on,” You urge him, hearing shouts in the far distance, and you hook his arm over your shoulder, pulling him to sit up. “I can’t pick you up, Joel, I need you to stand,” You tell him, and he nods, despite his fluttering eyelids. Getting him up takes longer than you expected, and you can tell he’s getting lightheaded just sitting, but you have to push through. “Joel, please.”

By the time he’s finally on his feet, he’s leaning heavily on you, and you can hear the group of men are much closer to you — too close. There’s barely a chance of outrunning them, because not only do you have to practically carry Joel, but they have a car, too.

Your heart is beating in your throat, and you keep trying to think of what to do as you pull Joel further along, looking back and seeing the trail of blood behind the two of you is getting bigger.

You see an alleyway, and pull Joel into it, with him falling back to the floor almost as soon as you stop moving. If it weren’t for the adrenaline pumping through your body, you’re sure that you would’ve either cried or passed out by now, but luckily, the chemical is keeping you going. You pull the backpack from his back, rifling through it and looking for something to help. You find a bottle of old alcohol, and uncap it, lifting Joel’s shirt the tiniest bit to dump what was probably far too much on his wound.

He hisses, and you can hear the way he’s grinding his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut as you do your best at cleaning his wound, hoping the quick douse will be enough to prevent it from getting infected, but honestly, you don’t know how any of it works.

The car stops down the road, and you hold your breath as you lean forwards, peeking the smallest bit out of the alley and seeing four men exist the vehicle, one from each door. They walk over to the opposite side of the street, beginning their search for the two of you. “Fuck,” You say under your breath, and turn back to Joel. “Okay, stay here, okay? Stay here.”

His hand grabs on to your wrist before you can leave the alley, and for the first time, you see his fear reflected in his expression. Though whether it’s for you or himself, or possibly both, you’ll never know. “It’s okay. Just stay here. We’re gonna be okay.” You tell him, not sure which of you it’s reassuring, but the words wrap around the two of you, and he nods his head jerkily. You press his hand back against his wound, a frown present on your face as you look at him.

For once, it’s you who has to be brave for him, not the other way around. You hope you have the courage in you.

You duck out of the alleyway, crouching behind a rusted car nearby as the men call out to each other, their voices getting increasingly frustrated. You take down the first one with ease, having watched Joel do this hundred of times. You jump on his back, hand clamped over his mouth and jab the knife as deep as you can into his neck, landing on the ground with an oomph.

It’s the next one that you fuck up, and he manages to throw you off, alerting the other two to your presence. “I’ll give you one chance, motherfuckers, before I—” They cut you off, shooting towards the sound of your voice, and you ducked down lower to the ground, waiting for the sound of them reloading before you popped up, taking aim and shooting one of them. He didn’t get back up.

With a sudden idea, you crept around towards their car as they nervously held their guns, eyes twitching as they looked for you — in the complete wrong direction, you would like to point out. You climbed in through the still open door, and smiled when you saw that these dumbasses left the keys.

Having never driven a car, you grip the steering wheel with an ounce of anxiety, but you’ve seen plenty of people drive, know to turn the key, press the right pedals, but you didn’t expect the speed at which the car lurched. You vaguely heard the shouts of the two men as the car hit them, but you kept driving, managing to stop just after the alleyway you’d left Joel in.

Nobody else bothered you, and you found Joel passed out in the alleyway. “Come on, stay with me, please, stay with me.”

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Your eyes snapped towards him as he groaned, and you were by his side before he could even fully open his eyes. “Joel,” you all but sobbed in relief, grabbing on to his hand tightly, and feeling him squeeze your fingers between his as he slowly got to terms with the fact that this was reality. “You dick!”

He sat up, slowly, with your help via a hand on his back, helping pull him into a sitting position even as he winced. His eyebrows raised at your words, and he stammered for a moment, before he rolled his eyes and lifted his shirt to look at the injury he’d sustained.

His eyebrows folded inwards as he looked at the messy black lines zig-zagging across an inflamed line on his abdomen, the stitching sure to leave more scarring than if he’d done it himself, but it held both sides of the skin together, and stopped him from bleeding out. “You did this?” He asked, his voice gruff and sore, and you passed him a flask of water without a word.

“I—I didn’t know what else to do, you weren’t waking up and I couldn’t just leave it.” You said, nervous for his reaction to the way you’d practically vandalised the poor guy. It would surely stand out when it did scarred, in comparison to some of the neater lines that he or Tess had sewn up. “You, um, you lost a lot of blood, you’ve been passed out for nearly three days.”

His eyebrows raised in surprise as he sipped at the water, surprised by how much there was if it had really been that long. He was honestly pretty surprised that the two of you had made it that long.

“I wasn’t sure you were going to wake up, for a second there, Joel.” You said, trying to seem humorous but Joel saw straight through you, right down to the tremor in your voice as you said the words.

“Shit, kid.” He said, his voice flowing out much more easily, and he frowned as he looked at you, looked at the blood that was staining your clothes and face. Joel sighed, “I’m sorry.”

You stared at him, an apology from him being the thing you least expected. Hell, you were half waiting for him to scream at you, to tell you that it was your fault, or that you should’ve done something differently.

“That’s a lot to have on your shoulders,” Joel said, though he usually carried at least the equivalent amount, usually heavier, on his own shoulders. “But… thank you.”

He felt half the need to tell you that you should’ve left him behind, that you risking yourself for him was the last thing he wanted, but the look in your eyes told him that anything other than reassurances would break you.

“C’mere.” He said, so uncharacteristically soft, and he pulled you so you were resting underneath his arm, head laying against his collarbone. You practically sagged in his arms, exhaustion shattering you down to the bones, and he frowned, scanning you for any i juries you may have sustained. A broken finger, he’d have guessed, swollen and bruised where your hand lay on your legs. Sprained ankle, definitely, with how your had it resting so gingerly against the floor.

“I…” You started, nervous to tell him, “I crashed the car.”

His forehead crinkled, and he looked at you in confusion when you glanced at him. Part of him wanted to just… never ask, but he knew he couldn’t rest if he didn’t know how much danger you’d put yourself in.

“What car?”

“The car I stole, from the group of guys that attacked you. I crashed it into a lamppost, not like, really badly, but… don’t think it’s useable now.” At your words, he pulled away slightly, and you frowned, but he was just looking at you, eyebrows raised in disbelief.

“You… stole, and drove, a car?” Joel asked slowly, realising he had clearly underestimated how much you’d do to keep him alive. “Jesus, kid.”

“I didn’t know what else to do! And then I dragged you here, did… that, and just got us some water and food and waited for you.” You explained, relaxing back into him when he moved back to his previous spot. Your words were beginning to become a garbled mumble, the three days with about six hours of sleep really messing you up now that you knew Joel was okay. He was safe.

He squeezed your shoulder, wondering to himself if you’d dragged his ass before, or after, you broke that finger, and the thought was almost too much. All this, to keep him safe. And on top of that, you had been stocking up as much as you could, waiting for him, unsure if he’d ever wake up or if you’d sit and wait as he died.

His silence unnerved you, and your eyes were stinging, though whether that was from exhaustion or tears, you weren’t sure. “Please, never scare me like that again. I thought you were going to die.” You told him, turning your head so he couldn’t see your face, though he could feel the way your shoulders trembled.

Joel pulled back, suppressing the groan he wanted to let out as he twisted, pulling the slightest bit at the stitches in his abdomen.

He said your name, and you looked at him with watery eyes, “I’m sorry. For getting hurt, and puttin’ you in danger, and for you havin’ to look after my old ass.”

“Promise me, you’ll never do that again.” You asked of him, and he placed a hand that was streaked with his own dried blood against your cheek, frowning at your expression.

“I promise you,” He said, his voice soft as he pulled you back to him, hugging you closely and holding the back of your head to ensure nothing would take you from him. “I’ve got you now. I’m alright, kid, get some rest.”

“You’re all I’ve got, Joel,” You tell him, voice muffled by his bloodied jacket, “I can’t lose you.”

He doesn’t say anything, only hugging you tighter, and refrains from letting out the words that he wants to say. That you’re the only thing left in this world that he cares for, that he’ll protect you with his life, not just because you’d done that for him, but because he cared about you.

Joel may refuse to outright say his thoughts, but the squeeze of his arm around you told you enough. The protective nature that had come about him from the moment he woke up, checking on you, taking notice of your injuries, was his way of caring.

He’d lost so much, like you had, and if he saw Sarah’s eyes reflected in your own, that was his business. The spark of that long-buried feeling… that paternal warmth, it made it much more obvious that he couldn’t let anything happen to you.

And like Sarah had tried to help him, protect him, even from when she was a kid, he saw that in you. In the way you gripped your knife when you heard something, the way you checked behind his back for him when he forgot to do so, he could see you cared.

“You ain’t losing me anytime soon, kid.” He told you, and it was all he could tell you. “But we’re gonna talk about this driving business, later.”

You let out a laugh filled with exhaustion, and Joel just held you tightly, staying ever so still as you slowly fell asleep against him, your snores comforting him more than his stitched wound.

He supposed, then, that after the past few days, you’d have a few wounds that’d need stitching up, too. He vowed in that moment, that he’d work on it, that he’d ensure your happiness for the rest of his life, in any way that he could. Even if right now, that just involves letting you sleep in his arms.

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mrdrwrites · 4 months

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Pairings: Felix Catton x fem!reader

Summary: you and Felix hate eachother but have to work together at a dog salon owned by your best friend Oliver. one day Oliver is sick of the two of you arguing and causing scenes in the workplace so locks you both in his office where you and Felix get a little more than friendly.

CW: NSFW, minors DNI, sex, blowjob, praise, bad language, rough-ish sex

WC: 1.9k

warning: i am dyslexic so don't expect all words to be spelled correctly, also i don't autocapitalise my words most of the time

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The day started as it usually did, Oliver drove to Felix’s house to pick him up, much to my disdain, and we all went to work. Today though, things were different. I felt different. More irritable.

‘Felix what the fuck!’ I screeched, looking at the purple maltese in front of me.

It had been two hours since work started and already Felix had fucked up.

‘What's wrong y/n?’ he questions coming from the other side of the room.

‘I asked you to do one thing,’ i put up a finger, ‘one singular thing and you cant even do that,’

He furrows his brows, ‘ I did as you said.’

‘No Felix. You didn't. You dyed the dog fucking purple,’ i point to the maltese wrapped in a towel, her tongue out of her mouth as she pants.

‘I did not,’ he challenges, ‘ I put the purple shampoo in, like you asked.’

‘No Felix. You really didn't,’ he is so stupid, ‘you put temporary dye on her coat. Not the shampoo.’

‘It's not my fault there were two bottles that looked practically the same on the end of the bathing station,’ he leans toward Brandy, the maltese, as if inspecting her for himself.

‘Yes it is,’ I roll my eyes, ‘read next time.’ I'm still yelling.

‘Oh shut it y/n,’ he rolls his eyes, turning to me now, ‘I'm sure you've done something like this before.’

‘No Felix i haven't, because believe it or not,’ i lean closer to his face, ‘i can actually read’

I see Oliver in my peripheral vision coming to Felix and i.

‘You two. My office. Now,’ Oliver states flatly, most likely tired of out yelling.

He is pissed. Without checking if Felix is following me I turn and stomp into Oliver’s office, arms crossed over my chest. Soon enough Felix joins me and I give him a pointed look, squinting and giving him a grimace. Behind us, the door slams shut. Locking from the outside. I rush over to the door and try wiggling the handle for it to open but it doesn't move.

‘You two aren't coming out of there til you figure out your differences. I am tired of you being hostile with each other,’ Oliver shouts through the locked door of his office.

I pound on the door begging Oliver to let us out but I hear his footsteps move further from the door. Sighing, I turn so my back is against the wood and slide down. Felix’s eyes follow me down, shortly following me sitting on the floor.

‘This is all your fault, i direct my anger towards the man across from me.

My knees are against my chest, skirt tight on my thighs. Felix quirks his head to the side looking from my legs to my face, a small smirk playing on his lips.

‘What?’ I question impatiently.

He shakes his head, raking his eyes down my legs once more. I huff and lean my head back. Oliver could have at least put music on or something so we aren't bored. No way in hell am I making up with Felix Catton. Not a chance.

‘y/n,’ I hear his voice, strained, unusual.

I look over, his eyes seem darker almost dangerous.

‘What?’ I question again, his eyes still trained on my legs.

Instead of answering he moves closer to me, so that he could reach out and touch me if he really wanted to.

‘What have you got on under your skirt?’ he questions, i drop my legs immediately, face blushing.

I ignore his question but his hands reach for my legs, pushing them back up to my chest. The pencil skirt doesn't budge as my legs move, still strained over my thighs. This certain pencil skirt is so tight any underwear could be seen through so I decided, in a rush to get changed, to not wear any at all. I'm still looking at Felix, his hands are still on my legs and his pupils are dilating. I can see the hunger in his eyes. My thighs clench together on instinct of being watched with such intent.

‘Can I touch you?’ his voice is barely above a whisper, eyes shooting up to my own, a need in them that I have never seen before.

I nod slowly, his eyes still trained on mine, ‘use your words y/n,’ he leans closer, ‘tell me i can touch you,’ his hand had dropped from my legs a moment ago but i can still feel the icy hot sensation as if they were still there.

‘Please,’ my breath hitches, ‘please touch me Felix.’

In an instant his hands are on my knees, parting them steadily. I feel my heartbeat quicken when he lets out a breath at the sight of me exposed.

‘You're so pretty y/n,’ he compliments, trailing his fingertips from my knee down my thigh.

He stops just as he gets to the place I need him most, making me let out a strained noise. At this moment i couldnt care less that this was Felix Catton touching me, i just needed him. His other hand, still on my knee, moves so it is on my jaw, his thumb rubbing over my bottom lip. The hand on my thigh moves further, his eyes on mine as he makes contact with my clit. I let out a breath when he begins moving in slow circular motions. As my mouth opens he takes the opportunity and puts his index and middle finger in my mouth.

‘Suck baby,’ he murmurs, still grazing his thumb over my clit in lazy circles.

I obey and begin coating his two fingers in saliva, sucking them like he had told me to. A moment later he is satisfied and trails the wet digits down my body til they are at my entrance. He lifts a brow, indirectly asking me for permission.

‘Please Felix,’ I beg, ‘I need you.’

I can practically feel how wet i am, ive never wanted a man to fuck me more than i want Felix Catton to fuck me right now. He moves the thumb from my clit and replaces it with his wet index finger, dragging it down to where I need him. He slowly inserts the finger and curls it when pulling out, brushing against my g-spot. I cry out in ecstasy. He adds his other finger, skillfully dragging them in and out of me. His thumb is back on my clit teasing me in a way that drives me crazy.

‘You're doing so well y/n,’ he praises, ‘you sound so good baby.’

My head is drawn back against the door, back arched and hands gripping at the hard floor. He picks up the pace, leaning down to capture my clit in his mouth. He sucks hard, tongue running over the sensitive bundle of nerves after a few seconds.

‘Fuck Felix i need more,’ i can feel him smirk against my wet cunt, ‘please,’ i beg.

He lifts his head and leans close to me, his lips wet, and kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips and it makes me want him so much more. The fingers inside me had been taken out and were now on either side of me, his stained pants brushing up against me. The friction was driving me insane, I pushed my hips towards the obvious bulge and grind against it. He moans against my mouth which spurs me to push further into him.

He pulls back, ‘you're killing me y/n,’ he states, out of breath., ‘tell me what you want.’

I bite my lip, suddenly self conscious, ‘you know what i want Felix,’ i look at him through my lashes, face flushed.

He leans closer, I can feel his hot breath on my face, ‘I do,’ he smirks, ‘but I want to hear you say it baby. I'm not going to touch you again until you do.’

My face heats up even more, the ache stirring between my legs getting harder and harder to handle. Felix sits back on his knees, face expectant.

"Come on baby, I know you can do it,’ he coaxes, hand reaching back out to stroke up and down one of my spread legs.

‘Fuck me Felix,’ i speak up after a moment, squeezing me eyes shut ‘please.’

He grins and begins to stand, pulling me up with him. He guides me towards the desk pressed up against the wall, backing me up on it til I have no choice but to sit on the edge. He's between my legs, hard dick strained against his grey sweatpants. My hands move to the waistband and one slips inside, my eyes lock with his and he urges me on with a nod. His black briefs are in view when I manoeuvre his pants away from his hips. He groans when I pull his briefs down and his dick is exposed to the cool air of the office. My cunt throbs in anticipation, many scenarios coming to light in my head. It seems my hands have a mind of their own when they begin working on his erection, they run up and down the almost seven inches of him. His head falls back when I lean forward and lick from the base to the tip, engulfing him in my mouth and swirling my tongue when I get back to the head. I hollow out my cheeks and begin sucking him as he lets out noises and words of praise. I take almost three quarters of him in my mouth before my eyes well up with tears and I begin to gag.

‘Fuck baby, youre doing so well,’ he moans out, ‘such a good girl.’

Heat pools in my lower stomach and my pussy gets impossibly wetter. I take his hard dick from my mouth with a pop, ‘fuck me Felix, i need you.’

He leans me back so I am propped up on my arms and spreads my legs further with his arms, hooking them around his waist. I feel him poke against my dripping cunt and I let out a shudder of bliss.

‘You ready?’ he questions, dragging himself along my pussy.

‘Yes,’ I replied almost instantly, the neediness of my voice coming out strongly.

He lines himself up and pushes inside of me slowly, allowing me to get used to his size. I let out a loud moan and shot up, putting both arms around his neck and dragging him down to my level. He mutters praises in my ear as he eases into me. After I adjust he pulls himself out slowly and pushes back in, setting a steady rhythm. My hands reach into his hair and I tug at it. His pace gradually speeds up, a finger back on my clit pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

‘Faster Felix, fuck, please go faster,’ im needy and he knows it.

He speeds up his thrusts and I feel like I'm going to combust at any moment. I feel the familiar feeling of an orgasm looming in the pit of my stomach, my moans become louder and I'm gripping onto Felix as hard as I can, absolutely losing myself.

‘Felix, I'm going to cum,’ I moan into his neck, his cock still driving hard and fast in my cunt and his finger still toying with my clit.

‘Come on baby,’ he coaxes, ‘cum for me.’

That is all it takes for me to finish all over him, calling out his name. He follows soon after, his thrusts becoming sloppier as my pussy clenches around his thick cock. He cums in me and only pulls out when both of our breathing steadies. I make eye contact with him and the only rational thought in my mind is to kiss him, and that is exactly what I do.

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AN: i specifically wrote this for my best friend @lovandr 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

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daisybell17 · 4 months

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Loki’s Birthday!

You knew Loki wasn’t all too familiar with surprises and so you woke him up with a breakfast plate instead

“happy birthday to you! happy birthday to you!” you sung quietly, walking in with the tray

Loki slowly woke up and saw you and your cute face singing and carrying a tray of food

“good morning my love” he smiled looking at you and sitting up

You sat the plate of food on his lap and gave him a long kiss

“happy birthday my love”

“mhm thank you honey”

“so…what does the birthday boy want to do today?” you asked as you ran your hand up and down his chest

“just want to spend my day with you” he smiled

“we can do that, but remember we have your birthday dinner tonight” Loki groaned, remembering the event

“do we really have to go? I just want to stay here with you” He said as his hand grabbed your chin

“mhm yes my love we have too! your friends are all going to be there” You gave in and kissed him

“really?”

“yes love now go and eat the birthday breakfast i made you” you kissed him once more and went in for a shower

“thank you for cooking my love you know how much I love your food”

“always!” you shouted as you got in the shower

You and Loki got ready for the day since you had about 10 hours to kill before his birthday celebration

“so…what would you like to do today my love?” You asked, placing your arms around his neck

“hmmm you know what? i want to try something a little more…daring” He smiled

“Oh? Like what my dear? I assume this activity is one of Midgardian invention then”

“You could say that…Well Mobius recommended this excellent idea to me!”

“Oh don’t tell me its jet skiing? You know that’s his favourite activity to do.” You say, not really wanting to get wet today

“Oh not that my love…its another activity…just trust me ok?” He pleaded

“Ok ok! I trust you…anything you want today birthday boy”

You followed him…blindly…worse mistake of the day

“LOKI ARE YOU CRAZY?!”

“WHAT? CANT HEAR YOU LOVE” The wind thrashing against you both

“I SAID ARE YOU CRAZY?!”

“OH…YES! I THINK THIS WAS A GREAT BIRTHDAY IDEA”

“IM GOING TO KILL YOU”

“NO YOU WONT YOU LOVE ME!”

“LOKI I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DROP ME IM GOING TO STAB YOU”

“JUST TRUST ME LOVE, MOBIUS SAID SKYDIVING WAS EASY!”

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN TRUST MOBIUS?! LOKI IM GOING KI- AHHHHHH”

“WOOOOOO!!!”

Loki took you skydiving on Midgard and he had an absolute blast while you passed out from fear

Landing safely on the ground you looked furious at Loki

“Love, ok let me just say you said i can do anything for my birthday!”

“YES I DID…BUT I THOUGHT MAYBE YOU WANTED TO GO SHOPPING!? OR HAVE A PICNIC?! OR VISIT THE GARDENS! OR HELL…SEX! PASSIONATE, HOT, HEAVY AMAZING LOVE MAKING SEX BUT NOOOO SKYDIVING!”

“Hey! I still want the passionate, hot, heavy and amazing love making se-”

“NOPE”

“awh come on! did you not enjoy skydiving? its something off both our bucket list!”

“hmph”

“love…i know you know we weren’t in any actual danger, i have magic remember?”

”i know just scary….”

“love I would never hurt you…never”

You smiled “I know….it was just so sudden…” you sighed… “did you enjoy your activity for the day my love?”

“i did…and I especially liked it because you were with me” He smiled at you and gave a longing kiss

“I love you idiot” you say as you pulled apart

“Love you too my darling” Loki said back. He loved you so much and this day was one of his favourites

“Ok! So…your birthday dinner?”

“Yes! Hmm but how about scuba diving with sharks befo-”

“I don’t want to hear another word of it” You say sternly

“Just joking my love, lets go, I look forward to seeing my friends…and you can get mad at Mobius too”

You smiled “Ok ok I love you…Loki you mean everything to me”

He blushed “And you are the answer to my life my love…i love you.”

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(a/n): it’s loki day!! everyone say happy birthday loki!! bbg is holding the timeline everyday i wish she had a break today :( ill hold it for you <//3 but yes happy birthday loki mwah!

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soyaei · 2 months

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Seriously? Give me a break…

a special request from my friend ;)

pt 1

how did this happen…

You didn’t mean to… you were just a chemist working for the jujutsu world. You made potions for faster healings or for the ones who are having trouble to summon their cursed energy.

One day, you were just mixing this and that, bored out of your mind. You didnt mean to pour what you were just making into Yuji’s water bottle… look, it just looked like one of your lab stuff! And plus, why is it even there? Did he accidentally left it?

“Hey, y/n, i left my bottle here, mind if i come in?” Yuji said from outside of your lab door. “Nope! just dont touch anything and watch your step.” Yuji opened the door and walked towards your table where his bottle was. “Thanks! see you.”

Thats how it all started. Well, couldnt you just warn him? No! You weren’t looking that time, you were busy organising some potions in my special fridge.

“Hey, y/n, we… have some trouble here. Can we come in?” Nobara shouted from outside of your lab.

“We? How many are you there? You know what just, come in, watch your step!” You shouted back, to make sure she heard you. Nobara opened the door and you were met with something not in a million years you would expect seeing.

“Uhm..” Megumi hummed in an embarrassed way. Looking at the floor to avoid making eye contact with you. He was holding… what seemed like Yuji as a baby?

“Why did you bring a baby here?! C-Cover its nose and mouth Megumi!” You warned, he immediately did what you told him.

“Y/n, its… Yuji. We found him like this when we were on our way to our dorms.. he was right infront of his dorm. We were hoping you know why this happened.” Nobara explained.

“Uh… hmm… dude im a chemist… i dont know!” You stressed out. “He did stopped by here to take his bottle, right?” Megumi asked.

“Yea… But…” Then it clicked you. “Wait, did you bring his bottle with you?” You asked, They both nodded and showed you the said bottle.

“Oh… my… god…” You took the bottle and opened it.

“I… *sigh* I accidentally used his bottle when i was mixing stuff… Thats it. This is it. Its time to say goodbye. Im definitely getting fired.” You said with the expression with no emotion.

“Can you stop playing around?” Megumi said to you. “Cant say a little joke? Okay fine.. well, all my potions are temporary and probably the one he drank too. He’ll go back to normal in 2-3 days.” You explained to them. They were shocked to hear you explanation.

“t-two to three days?! Who’s gonna take care of him?!” Nobara shouted out. “Y/n, i think your responsible for this. Its your mistake.” Megumi told you. “Hey hey who was the one who left the bottle in MY lab?” “DO YOU WANT HIM TO TAKE CARE OF HIMSELF THEN?” They both yelled.

“Okay, okay! we should ask Gojo for advice!”

You said, and opened the door and shooed them out, you following them out too.

“Gojo? GOJOOO” You knocked on his office. Finally, the familiar face comes out. “HELLO MY SUPER AWESOME STUDENTS!!! What are you here for? Oh I know! You want to see my super cool cursed techni-“ Megumi cuts Gojo off by explaining on what happened.

“So? What do you think? Who should be responsible? We dont even know why we came to ask you but please take this seriously.” Nobara said to Gojo. “Hmmm… You know… this bottle does look like some Y/n’s lab stuff.. but it has some stickers on it, see?” Gojo turned the bottle around and showed you the sticker that was attached to it. This is a very Yuji Itadori behaviour, putting a “I Love Boobs” sticken on his bottle.

“What?! I-I didnt see it-“ “Your responsible for him, have a good day!” Gojo closes the door, getting back to slacking off in his office, Megumi and Nobara gave you the baby Yuji and ran away to their dorms. “Ugh! *Sigh* Good thing i wont be having a demanding schedule for a week. Finally, a break! Kind of.”

You said to yourself.

Finally arriving at your own dorm, you put yuji down on your bed and and you lay down on the floor, letting out a loud and tired sigh, you can’t remember how many times you sighed today. “Hopefully you wont be too much trouble, now… what do i do with you first… Do you want to eat?” Obviously, Yuji just looked at you, looking all cute instead of responding.

“Lets go to the cafeteria and asked the chef there to make some baby food for you..”

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meosq · 4 months

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Rockstar Rocker

“ stay in the middle , like you a little !”

Summary ; One of toman’s only female companions in the gang is actually a really famous rockstar! How will our beloved Manjiro react to being friends with a famous lead singer

warnings ; fem!reader

might do a k-pop idol version (о´∀`о)

“Yo Y/N! “ Baji shouted out out as y/n left class with the guitar bag hanging on her back.

she turned her head around just a little so that Baji could see she had acknowledged his call for her.

“Yeah?”

“are you heading to the meeting? Let me come with you we can-“

“Im not heading to the meeting, thats later . I have something to do right now. Talk to you later” y/n said as she walked out of the class and headed to her so called “something”

“ugh shes so mysterious, im sick of this! what if shes a spy from another gang?! or even worse…. Shes apart of another gang?!!?” Baji thought as his reasoning became more and more irrational.

“This calls for a toman og follow party!!!” He shouted as he ran out of the class in a hurry opening his phone to call his friends and discuss a plan.

“do you really think shes apart of another gang.. really?” Mitsuya asked in a sarcastic tone as he watched Baji take small things as you leaving for other things as treason.

“Im going to agree with Takashi here, y/n hasnt done anything wrong.” Draken also chirped in , confused as to what Baji was on about.

“Okay , well that settles it! We will follow her and see if im right or wrong!!” Baji stated as he walked to follow where he saw y/n last walking.

“Wait we cant-“ said mitsuya , but it was already too late. Most of the Og gang had started to follow Baji , not out of untrusting you but to just laugh at Baji once they find out it was nothing.

They walked until they stopped at a concert venue.

“This is where i saw her walk into , this is probably her hide out-“

“Would you look at that, the Loci’s are performing right now” said Manjiro as he read the post stuck on the wall.

“You’re right, she’s probably went in to see them perform” said Chifuya as he opened the doors to the venue and made his way into the concert.

They all made their way into the concert, hearing the beats of the drum and guitars getting louder.

“If we dont find her here, can we stay to listen to the rest of the concert?” Manjiro stated as he swayed his body to the beats excited to see the concert.

As the boys went into the venue they heard a familiar voice start to sing.

“no fucking way.” Draken stated first as he looked to see the lead singer of the famous Loci’s.

“You gotta be kidding me.” Manjiro stated

“fuck off” Baji said

The lead singer they were looking at was no other that their female friend, y/n.

She was singing and strumming her bass as the crowd continued to shout her lyrics back at her.

The sweat dripping from her face reflected the studio lights as she flipped her hair back. Indulging in her lyrics, not realising her so called “secret” was out.

As the concert was coming to an end and the screaming crowd started to leave as Y/n said her thanks with her band.

“you did amazing y/n!” Leon , her drummer said to her as he wrapped his hand around her neck placing you in choke hold.

“You really did hit that high note, i got shivers dude.” Nini , her bass said in a monotone voice.

“THEY ARE RIGHT! You did amazing y/n!!!” Manjiro said as he ran up to the stage.

“thank you Mikey- wait. Mikey? What the hell are you doing here” y/n said as she took her electric guitar off in utter confusion. Staring at her gang mates who had supposedly found out about her band.

“ someone had a suspicion about you, so we followed and now we know your actually just apart of a band instead of another gang.. right “ mituya stated as he stared at Baji silently alerting y/n that he thought she was very suspicious and maybe even a traitor.

That thought alone gave her a giggling fit, as she laughed at Baji for even thinking she would betray the gang she called her second home.

“Im sorry y/n..” baji said as he looked downwards embarrassed and shameful that he even thought she would betrayed them.

“Its okay, but im shocked you even got in! The tickets have been sold out for ages!” Y/n stated as she came to realise they wouldve found out sooner or later.

“Y/n i didnt know you could play electric and sing! Thats so insanely cool.” Chifuya said as his eyes gleamed with stars as he could finally see a “famous” person in real life let alone be friends with them.

“I mean… i do have a world tour coming up. You guys should come to the Asia maybe even American part of it! Ill even pay” she said subtly flexing her fame and wealth to the boys. As their ears perked up at the thought of travelling with friends around the globe.

“YES!”

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tr #anime #anime x reader #tokrev #headcanons #manjiro sano #mikey #mitsuya takashi #tr mitsuya #draken #ken ryuuguji headcanons #ken ryuguji #tokrev baji #baji keisuke #tokyo revengers chifuyu #matsuno chifuyu

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astr0exe · 2 months

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✬ safe [ Simon Riley X transmasc reader ] ✬

CW / TW : tm!reader, dysphoria, pure fluff, slight angst(?) 629 words, this feels rlly long sorry:(

THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING HURT/COMFORT!1!

here I was, stood in front of my god forsaken mirror, my eyes glazed over with tears as I run your hands down my binded chest, the tears fall and I cant stop them. The binder isn’t doing its job.. its not working.. I still arent flat! Im not.. I look like a girl..

I’m so involved glaring at my reflection I don’t even notice when he walks in, my fiancé who also happens to be my superior, my Ghost.. My Simon, who’s been there for me. Always.

Even though I don’t notice him he instantly notices me, notices my tears, my hateful scowl. He knows what its like to not look how you wish you could, despite his scars showing his story, he will always be embarrassed by them.

I jump, a quiet yelp emitting from my throat. I gaze at him through the mirror not having the heart to turn around and face him, just letting his hands slip around my waist his calloused fingers dancing over my stomach, my head leans back against his shoulder our cheeks grazing softly, my tears ruining down my face as we just stand there, for what feels like hours, as I cry softly.

His words cut through my pounding heart and rapid breathing “hey lovie.. hey handsome.. you’re so strong.. so amazing.. My boy.. My fiancé…” he moves us to our bed as I try to stop my crying, but his words hit me more than I would like to admit, his words being exactly what I’ve needed to hear all day or honestly, longer than that.

As we lay facing each other, my hands clutching his shirt tightly like a terrified child needing comfort, because in this moment thats exactly what I need, comfort and Simon knows this perfectly, he always knows exactly what I need. I mumble a quiet an almost inaudible apology, my words dripping with emotion, feeling pathetic in the situation.

His eyes widen and his mouth opens.. then closes.. then opens again, and I wince, thinking I have done something wrong, I bury my face into his chest slightly ready for him to shout at me for saying sorry, even though I know he would never. He slowly and softly tilts my head up, so our eyes can meet and he can wipe away the residue of tears “Sweetheart.. look at me.. there we go.. good boy.” He sighs before speaking again.

“You.. are strong. You are more than capable.. You are handsome and pretty and amazing and so bloody intelligent.. But you should know… you are allowed to be vulnerable and have these feelings. I will always be here to support you, to keep you grounded and as happy as possible.” His words make me almost tear up again, my eyes glazing over with salty tears as I try to move even closer to Simon, his hand that has remained on my cheek softly thumbs away my tears again.. and again.. and again before they finally stopped falling.

My hands move to play with Simons dirty blonde hair, his ocean blue eyes staring into my own softly, showing his affections without the words. My eyes flutter shut as i murmur a quiet “i love you” towards Simon, the wave of exhaustion that hit me was obvious to Simon, who chuckled softly moving my hair away from my forehead so he can kiss it. His lips are slightly chapped against my skin, I can feel my eyes get heavy as I finally relax, ignoring all the horrible thoughts that plagued my mind before Simon silenced them. I fall asleep in my lovers arms, knowing I’m not only safe but also cared for, I know.. That I’m loved and I’m wanted.. My Simon Riley.. my protector

#cod x reader #x trans male reader #cod x male reader #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #cas speaks

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pr33tylul · 1 year

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This is something I've had in my drafts for a long time. It's so random 😭

James and lily are alive and wolfstar is a thing in this!

I was laying on my bed as my dads came upstairs, hearing a knock on the door i drop the book i was reading. "Come in dads!." Both of them opening the door and peeping through the corner. "Come in then!" Remus and sirius step in and close the door.

"Y/n just wanted you to know that the potters are coming over for dinner"

"Okay send harry up when he gets here?"

Remus looked at sirius. "Fine, but I mean it, no..." sirius trailed off looking at remus

"No what."

"No...being inmate"

I nodded as I watch them leave.

About 30 mins later I lay down on my bed scrolling on my phone. I hear the front door open from my room. I make room for harry. As I see my door open I receive a big smile. "Hey i missed you" I smile as he cruels over to me planting a kiss on my lips. "I missed you too" he said going in for another kiss, turning it into a makeout session.

He put his hand in my pants as he rubbed on my clit making me moan. "Ha-harry not now your parents are downstairs. My dads will go mad if they hear us!" I moan more as he rubs a bit quicker

"Ill be quick. Promise" as he kisses me "lets take these off shall we" he smirks as I laugh why he does . He kisses me moving down to my neck making love bites, which I'll have to cover up before dinner. He plants kisses on my stomach making me giggle a bit He moves in between my thighs where i needed him most, kissing my thighs licking down my slit then kitty licking my clit causing me to moan a bit loud

I put my hand over my mouth to contain my moans so no one downstairs could hear me. "F-fuck, harry keep going" my hand makes it to his hair, harrys other hand grabbing mine as he puts two fingers in my heat going at a fast pace. "You like that?" He mumbled against me. "Oh my-" as I felt that familiar knot in my stomach. "H-harry" "do it y/n, cum for Me"

Setting me over the edge, my legs shaking, causing me to cum. He licked up my juices then planted a kiss on my lips. I was about to say something until "Harry!, Y/n! Dinner" I hear James shout. I put on my shorts back on, walking down to the table.

"Y/n! How lovely to see you again" lily said giving me a hug.

"You too" I smile sitting next to harry. "So you two excited to go back for your 5 year at hogwarts" james said looking at me and harry as we started to eat. "Yeah, cant wait to go back" I sat looking at harry as he nodded. "So what were you guys doing upstairs" james asks curiously.

"Uhhh" I said giving harry a look, my dad giving me one.

Both of my dads looked at me,

"We were um...playing" harry said stopping. "You two were doing what i think you were doing" sirius staired at me then harry. "N-no" I said looking down. "Well the marks on your neck tells me different" remus looked at y/n. They both looked like they wanted to rip into harry.

"How was it harry, was it good" james said while lily smacked his shoulder. "What harrys having sex, what did u expect hes a teenage boy" james said looking at all of them harrys face was bright pink same as mine. "Oh merlin" I said "please say your being safe" lily said looking at the both of us. "Y-yeah mum we are" sirius just looked at harry. "Harry i know your my godson and all but if you get her pregnant ill hex you."

#wolfstar #harry james potter #harry potter smut #harry potter x reader #harry x y/n #harry james potter smut #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x you

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yanderesimp2000 · 1 month

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extreme yan Adam x fem reader chap 5/6 "look at you now completely helpless" MWBB 18+

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Reblogging is allowed,Please like and follow if you enjoyed and if you hated it be brutality honest don't fucking hold back

TWS,Brainwashed listener,Cruellty, Adam being the normal incel he is, threats, smut,reader has clipped wings, You having to wash Adams crusty wings , playfully Adam, Wrestling in Adams HUGE ASS BATHTUB,Sex,kinda teabagging

you woke up today in bed with Adam he was snoring his smooth tan skin pressing against your face his ruffled hair covering your eyes you didn't remember much about the last day all you remembered was you were very bad and you got punished but you don't know how then you suddenly start to here Adam stirring a little this lasted for 2 minutes before he opened his eyes looking at you and said "oh hey bitch how are ya" you weren't taken aback because this is just how your supposed to be treated right "good Adam how did you sleep" you replied adam scoffed annoyed and said "it was fucking fine okay" you were a little sad but didn't want to make him feel bad so you just took it

adam groaned again before saying "yea now make me breakfast I'm fucking starving he then seemed to remember something Oh yeah you need to wash my wings their so dirty and the need a whole bath" you were happy getting that info because you were being useful thus making him love you more then you hear him shout "babe, Make me some pancakes and they better be with bacon or your gonna be in a world of hurt" it sounded like he was joking but at this point you don't know what's a joke or teasing and what's a threat

you finish up breakfast and call him in from the living room "breakfast is ready babe" you call Adam sighed and said "just bring it to the couch we can eat their okay" you agreed knowing you couldn't say no to him he's done so much for you how could you say now You walk over with your guy's plate and you plob down next to him

you two didn't really talk much while you were eating he did do something though he was rubbing his fingers between your wings but they felt weird for some reason you think you were probably going insane but they felt strange You ruffled and derufffled them quickly and thought you were just insane When adam noticed this he said "oh sorry babes didnt tell you about what happened last night" he said In a sickeningly sweet tone "you tried to run away into the big dangerous world theirs fucking sickos that would to terrible things to you so i just..... Altered your wing structure so you cant run off anymore" something in you tried to say "no no no this isnt right" but it was quickly drowned out by "your crazy he's just trying to keep you safe why would you fight him he knows what's best obviously" and all that came down to you saying a simple "Ok" in a submissive purr you said it like it didn't even matter heaven is built for flying and now your practically immobile

Adam looked at you in a caring sweet tone You liked it when his mask was off he looked a little scary with his mask on but you would never admit it he kept gently rubbing your wings before they were clipped your wings were 105 cm before but now they were small and puny he didn't want to slice your wings of entirely because he found your wings cute now they were a measly 60 CM so their now to small to be able to pick you up off the ground. You rested against Adams shoulder as he snaps his finger and the plate disappears he turns on the TV to watch of those strange fantasy shows his arms wrap around you as you two watch making you feel safe

(DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO RIGHT AFTER THAT SO 2 HOURS TIME SKIP)

The TV clicked off and Adam said "damn that episode was good did you see that Fea totally stuck it to those orc good shit man, Oh wait yeah my wings are fucking filthy you really gotten clean them" you internally groan because cleaning wings was hard and since he couldn't reach his wings you were in charge of cleaning them

He picked you up with one hand and walked over to the bathroom the way he picked you up felt weird because his hand was right around you waist. Once you got into the bathroom he undressed and turned on the water his back turned to your so you could wash his wings.by the way Adams bathtub is huge its like the size of a mini pool. You looked at them for a little looking at where to start You bragged about keeping good condition to your wings but Adams were horrible there were clumps strung up together lots of wing dandruff, and crumbs in-between his wings "well what are you waiting for bitch you gonna clean it or just look" he mocked making you feel guilty so you quickly got a bucket of water and poured water on his wings. some thing was so cruel about it you were cleaning his healthy and fine wings while you had clipped wings some cruel fucking irony

Adams wings twitched and slapped you in the face he burst out laughing and said "fuck I'm so sorry they do that sometimes" you knew he was lying but you were okay with that he was just having a lil fun right? You then got the soap and started to scrub it against his wings rubbing your hands in-between his feathers and getting all the dirt and crumbs off Adam giggled and said. "why don't you join me in here" you didn't get a chance to respond before he grabbed you and shoved you into the water with him the Bathe was huge so their was plenty of room for you to squirm and struggle too. the water created a barrier to stop you from making any fast movements. Adam chuckled and said "your cute like this all pinned down and helpless Y'know" he was teasing you and you were a little embarrassed but didn't say anything. He then turned around and said "there there get back to work on my wings then it will be over he said as you tuned off the water so it wouldn't over flow

You finished getting his wings cleaned and they had a nice glossy tint other then the crumbs inside before the wings are pretty healthy nice strong feathers and good size you then start to leave the bath but Adam pulls you back in "where ya going were gonna have a party" He said in a flirtatious voice he was already naked you could see his hard cock as he towered over you he then did something strange he started to wrestle you you realized he was playing and fought back as hard as you could but he pinned you down "hi" he said in a cheesy voice before you managed to catch him of guard and wriggle out he then says "impressive but not good enough" and he wrestles you back onto him the water was spilling from all the movements but he didn't care he just kept aggressively snuggling with you

he then pulled you out of the water and into the sauna with him where he said "yeah were really gonna have a party now" before pinning you down and putting his swollen nut sack on your face he giggled and said "y'know how people say to suck my balls now you really are" this teasing voice only made you more and more wet he got you he then moved up and but it in your mouth and you started to suckled on them they started to swell up even more which you didn't think was even possible and you were more and more aroused. the hairy sac took up you whole mouth and tasted salty but good. You then got your other hand and started to jerk him "ughh babe fuck... "Adam moaned before a bead of precum appeared on his cock. He was closer and closer to cumming he was also putting his fingers in your pussy making you feel better and better until you both reached climax at around the same time

"UGH that was great" he moaned before cleaning his crotch up "we should do that more often he giggled before slapping your ass and saying "clean yourself up bitch" before leaving the room

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x you #yandere #hazbin adam x reader #helluva boss #adam x you #hazbin hotel adam x reader #adam x reader #yandere adam #yandere male #dark romance #male yandere #adam hazbin hotel #Adam #hazbin hotel adam #romantic #writing

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persephone11110 · 9 months

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Hot and Cold

J.S x Reader

Warnings:quiet reader/happy/confident, protective j.s, mention of past oc death, soft jake seresin, fake date->real dating at the end, bad date, medical inaccuracy, naval inaccuracy, ooc j.s a bit, curse words

Summary: two times jake seresin was secretly in love with y/n l/n and the one time he made sure you knew too.

ofc: Y/n“Mouse”L/n

AN: This is so random, this is me taking a break from Fallen Angel. I’ve read 5+1 b4 from different fandoms but make mine 2+1 bcus i don’t have the brain cells to do that. I don’t know if I like this ENJOY ❤️

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1. the hard deck

“Kiss me baby”

“Ooh, that feels good”

You leaned against the bar alone sipping on your sparkling water quietly. As much as you loved Rooster’s singing— it was loud and made everyone around you in bar loud. You flinched at the shouts that echoed throughout the bar— you knew everyone was just having fun—something you didn’t quite understand yet.

“You hate Bradshaw’s voice too?” a southern drawl calls out to you. You look back to a man with set of gorgeous green eyes. Holy shit he’s fine.

“H..Hi Seresin” your voice suddenly stuttering—nervousness was rising at the sight of the man.

You instantly recognized the man Hangman, the man that leaves everyone in his dust cloud. He gently puts his hand on your back guiding you to a pair of seats outside.

After pulling out your chair Jake gently smiles at you—“Sorry about that Y/n I couldn’t hear over that chicken shit”. He full on smirking, back at home Jake has a little brother Riley who has the exact same tendencies as you. Shy and Quiet-pratically acts like a ghost.

“Jake” you shot him a disapproving look. “Be kind to Rooster”.

“Why should I Mouse?”, he glances at you, your not dumb you could feel and see the deep hatred the two men have for each other. He sips at his beer before putting it back down on the table.

You sighed,“Because whether you like it or not Rooster might be the one up there with you”. You say easily, you know what it feels like to lose someone up in the air. The feeling of someone’s death weighing on conscious day and night— the infamous What If’s.

He shrinks back—“Who, if you don’t mind me asking ya sweetheart?”. He reaches over and grabs your hand lightly—there’s no heat behind his words, his face is soft and gentle— you could see the real him and not his facade Hangman.

Icarus flew too close to the sun. a teardrop fell from your face.

Painful memories crashed your mind, the day Y/n died, having to listen to banshee like cries of his mother and wife combined. Watching his casket get carefully laid into the ground.

“Me and my wso were shot down in enemy territory”.— it’s classified can’t give to much away. “I know I don't why you and Rooster have differences but all i’m saying is that the last thing you both need is death weighing you down”.

“Thank you Y/n”, Jake cards his fingers over your knuckles.“But I need to get back to terrorizing everyone around me”.

Jake wishes he could stay longer, leaving you is the last thing he wants. But if he stayed longer Jake might confess his feelings for you. Cant have that before a big mission, can we?

“Bye Hangman”, you waved him away.

He stood up and gently dropped a kiss onto your head.

“Bye Mouse”

I think I’m in love with her.

—

2. record store

Leave it to loudmouth Phoenix to tell the daggers you had a date tonight. And if you remember correctly Jake had look like he taken a bite into a lemon, sour and confused of why you had a date. When you could be dating him.

“Come on Y/n, your going ditch takeout with me for a random date tonight?”, His eyes fan over to you, as you stood at his kitchen sink.

“Well excuse me Seresin some of us weren’t grace with beauty like others”, you snapped, throwing your lipstick in your purse hastily.

“Goodbye Jake”, you turned on your heel not daring to look back to see if Jake even cared enough to come after you.

You lonely walked the aisles of the record store alone, it was too good to be true, why would a man like Jordan waste him time on you. Maybe you weren’t destined for love—maybe your life would end with you being old cat lady who’s suffered from a broken heart decades early.

You found yourself standing infront of various records Ready to Die, At Last, Enter The Wutang—36 Chambers. All of your favorites album.

“Well at least I know music taste”, God damn it you recognized the arrogant accent from anywhere.

You counted to five before turning around to see Jake. “H-Hello”, you stutter out, Jake was in a three piece suit, with a bouquet of lily’s in his hand. Your favorite flowers, the suit you helped him pick out weeks ago.

“Hey there darlin”, he leans over you—dropping a kiss onto your hair. “I’m sorry for being a bastard”, Jake softly apologizes to you. Your taken back at the softness of his voice.

“How did you—”, you cut yourself off unsure if really wanted the answer.

“Easy, Bradshaw told me that jackass was at the hard deck with a girl hanging off his arm”. , Your shoulders deflated with sadness, you were right- no man is going to spend time with a woman like you. Tears trickled down your face—“Hey, Hey sweetheart whats with the tears?”. His voice more softer.

Your shoulders bounce with sadness at your face found it’s self into the crook of Jake’s neck. “I just wished someone loved me”, you mumbled, to him yet he could hear how much emotion filled your words.

“Come on sweetheart, what do you think i’m doing down here”, he pulls you from him—“You don’t need that jackass to have fun, you have me?”, he whispered into your ear.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah” he promised, “I booked us a reservation at Gio’s, and besides Bradshaw and Trace tossed Jordan on his ass after they caught him”. A bit of laughter came out your mouth as you smiled. “Two black eyes and a suit don’t mix well together”, he lightly poked at you.

“Fine Seresin”, you interlocked arms with him, “Lead the way”.

He could feel his heart throb with excitement.

“Alrighty Y/n you win”. you and Jake walked arm and arm to his car before he opens the car door for you, ushering you into his car. You flashed a smile at him.

I think I’m in love with her.

—

3. uss?(day of the mission)

“I came to see Lieutenant Jake Seresin”, your tone wavering with fear, logically you knew he was fine—you saw him and Bradley shake hands and smile at each other. But that didn’t mean anything to you, not after you lost Hunter in the air.

“Lieutenant L/n” the doctor tone drenched with stress, “Seresin is busy—”, she was cut off by a southern accent filled with arrogance.

“I’m very good. In fact, I am too good to be true.”, the doctor scoffs-sidestepping, granting you access to Jake.

The cocky son of bitch was laid out on the cot with a grin on his face. “Haven’t see you in a bit sweetheart”. He was laying there as if he hadn’t almost lost his life.

You must’ve allowed some type of emotion to cross your face because the next thing you knew a brusied Jake was pulling down with towards him. Your head tucked under his chin, as you both laid in silence.“Feeling that Y/n?”, he drawled out.

“Yeah I do”, your voice is gentle. “J..Jake I thought I lost you”, your voice wavered.

“I know sweetheart I thought I did too”, he sits up with you in his lap.“I had to save Pops and Rooster you know that right?”.

“Without a doubt”, you managed to run your fingers through his hair. “And you did amazing job of that too, whilst also scaring the shit outta of me”.

“I’m surprised Cyclone isn’t here yet, tearing me a new one”, Jake tells you—adding a kiss to your hand.

“He’s coming soon for a debrief, and the last thing he needs is two of his top lieutenants laid up in bed together Jake”. you tried moving from his embrace.

Jake easily held you back“Y/n I really don’t give damn right now”.

“Jake”, you said.

“What sweetheart?”.

“Kiss me”, you playfully puckered your lips out.

“God damn darlin took you look enough”, his hand cupped the back of your head.

“I’m in love with her”

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