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angelwithdemonictendencies · 10 months

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when my hands were caked with dirt at the foot of the grave, you loved me still; ask atrocity of me and see how i tremble with willingness at the sound of your voice.

mt19 x reader: everyone loves to be taken care of.

(warnings: blasphemous filth, oral sex/fingering (m on f, another exception!), unprotected penetrative sex (m on f), kind of oral fixation (have you seen the state of that mouthguard), hair-pulling (bring back the curls), lots of praise and tension and all that nonsense, lots of talk about alcohol, also a lot of emotions! (be warned about those damn emotions! this one has a similar vibe to my qh43 og snakes one, i think), idk just please be warned, don’t read if you’re not 100% sure.)

(long a/n: my favorites - when i tell you i got carried away (again). but how could i not, when mt19 could not even play in the final cup game because he broke the bone that protects his heart? when poetry like that calls, you have to answer. the playoffs inspired me, mt19 inspired me, enough that i created this fictionalized mt19 character that is basically a bunch of insecurities personified. and the other character is just more of those in bartender form (i loved my bartending years! but they gave me a lot to think about!). so, sorry. this one’s a little sad, sometimes. but you guys seem to like the sad shit, so i hope you like this. apologies if i get caught up in the theatrics, at times. we haven’t done a takeaway in a while, so here’s one - you deserve to be chosen and loved and taken care of because you’re you, not just because you’re around. on a less serious note, can you tell how infatuated i am with mt19′s tooth gap? yeah, i know, i made it too obvious, i need to relax. i got a couple okays on the princess name, so if you don’t like it, you should have said something. am34 is up next, i’m thinking some classic older brother’s best friend, we’ll see if the muses are kind to me. please let me know what you think, i think i’ve made it obvious that your interaction means everything. also you guys literally should have seen me trying to figure out the physics of fucking against a barstool, it was legitimately ridiculous. gif is not mine. sending so so so much love to you and your snakes. go canucks. see you soon. be your own first choice.

meeting new people simply came with the job of bartending. new faces filtered in and out of your bar like wisps of fragrant smoke, most of the time too fleeting to truly remember, never mind get to know.

however, the first day he entered your bar, a peculiar feeling hovered around you: the feeling that you already knew him, deeply and personally.

of course, you recognized him and his small group of teammates from the games that constantly played on the screens above the bar, but this was different. you couldn’t quite place the reason behind the feeling, not yet.

he didn’t approach the counter right away, but it was a saturday night, a busy one, so you were constantly being pulled from one patron to another, barely noticing the passage of time as your hands seemed to never stop moving.

but at some point, there he was, sitting at one of your stools, looking at you like he had all the time in the world, a confident, just bordering on arrogant smirk slanting across his face. you didn’t have the presence of mind or time to appreciate the rest of him, not right now.

but you were paid to treat all customers the same. and at the end of the day, that’s what he was, at least then. just another customer on a busy, hectic night.

“what can i get you?” you asked as you mixed a drink for the party at the other end of the counter. your voice was steady, knowing, friendly, but only just.

his smirk deepened as he leaned forward. “all business for the princess, hm?”

your brow furrowed in confusion before you realized where the name had come from. you absentmindedly adjusted the plastic tiara a birthday party had given you earlier that night - the group of girls around your age had gushed about how delicious their drinks were, how you had made their night, how you just had to have it, how it would look so pretty with your hair.

they were sweet, and they tipped well, so you didn’t push the birthday girl’s hands away when she slid the crown from her head and onto yours, even smiling a bit at the gesture. it was hard not to smile at women being girls again, and you loved the opportunity to be apart of it.

“princess is my side hustle,” you said to him now, keeping your tone even as you poured the colorful drink you were mixing into two glasses.

he made a face that you couldn’t decipher before leaning on one of his hands. “well, listen,” he started, to which you raised a brow. you didn’t like being told to listen - you just did, it was something you were good at, and being told to made you not want to anymore. he nodded to the group he came in with. “my friends over there bet that i couldn’t get your number. want to help me prove them wrong?”

you turned to drop off the drinks before running his words over in your mind. you were hit on all the time, another part of the job. people were attracted to being taken care of, and it was your job to take care of them, which always led to some misunderstandings, some one-sided crushes, some regulars that tipped much more than they needed to.

but something in your stomach dropped at his wording. you didn’t like it, not at all.

“did they?” you asked, actually focusing on his face for the first time that night as you ran a rag over the counter. his eyes were blue, so, so, blue, and almost comically confident, unwavering. as was his smirk, his full lips so perfectly placed and practiced, not quite like a natural habit but more like a learned one.

and then there was the brutal cut of his jawline, only made more prominent by his scruff of facial hair. the way his hair curled over the tops of his ears, a youthful but not juvenile look. his long lashes, elegant nose, flushed complexion, it was a little too perfect, at least for you, right now.

all of his features together appeared more like a masquerade ball mask, not a real, genuine face. it was off-putting, this actor in front of you, the one you had seen on television so many times.

he hummed in affirmation, smirked deeper.

you sighed. “that’s too bad,” you said, to which he gave you what looked like his first genuine expression of the night - one of confusion. “i only give my number to people who ask for it because they want it.”

you had long ago learned your lesson about being the person someone spent time with in order to please someone else. it never ended well.

his brow furrowed in further disbelief, complete lack of understanding, maybe a bit of shock, but you only tossed the rag aside and grabbed a glass. “now, how about a drink?”

he didn’t respond for a second, searching your face for something, maybe an explanation, less probably a spark of remorse. you let him. you weren’t going to budge on this, not tonight, not for him.

he shook out of it, literally, a small shake of his head before the mask was back on, in full strength. “yeah, sure. just an ipa, whatever you’ve got.” he addressed you by the name on your name tag, an act you normally hated, but didn’t mind so much now, in his deep tone.

you gave a small grin as you filled a tall glass. “thank god,” you started. “after the million mixed drinks i’ve had, you might just be my favorite customer.” you set the glass down on a paper napkin in front of him, only meaning to meet his eyes for a second.

once you did, though, you did a double take, now trapped in his gaze, completely transfixed on the pure hope you found there, so devastatingly poorly hidden. this, this was genuine, no mask to be found. the innocent hope lit up his eyes, his face from within, exposing an almost childlike expression that had you so deeply intrigued.

“yeah?” he asked, his voice no longer oozing with arrogance but instead with something you knew well. unbridled wanting. hope, hope, hope. he might as well have the word please scrawled all over his face in thick marker.

you felt your lips curl up at this new discovery, this crack in his exterior that gave you a sense of deja vu. “yeah, matthew,” you said, a little slowly, letting the rest of the bar melt away for a second.

this moment felt hot, sticky, like you were both suspended in amber, neither willing to be the first to break eye contact.

but moments don’t last forever, and suddenly one of his friends was slapping him on the shoulder, saying something loudly about taking too long. you weren’t really listening as you watched his face again harden into that confident expression.

he ordered a round for his friends, and the moment was gone, lost in the neon light, and you were soon pulled again to another patron, the chaotic rhythm of saturday night overtaking you again.

you didn’t see him for the rest of night, caught up in your work. towards the end of your shift, though, you happened to look up, towards the door, urged by some magnetic force, and found his gaze awaiting yours right before he walked out of the door.

a real face, a real look, unveiled and vulnerable, swimming with heat and hope and a million other dangerous things. an expression so true that you had to look away from it’s veracity, complete candor. when you looked up again, he was gone, and you assumed that would be the last time you saw him.

so, a couple nights later, deep into your shift, you almost dropped the glass in your hand when you turned and found him sitting on that same stool at your counter, looking up at you expectantly with those storybook eyes.

“matthew,” you said, softly in greeting, almost a question, confused at his presence, especially on a weeknight, without his teammates. alone, seemingly.

“princess,” he responded, an imperfect smirk playing across his mouth, revealing more teeth than he had the previous night - enough that you could see the gap between his two front, a little detail so beautiful you might have sighed.

“no crown tonight,” you responded, half smiling.

“it was never the crown,” he said, to which you gave a slight shake of your head. it didn’t hide your shy delight.

“where are your friends?” you prompted, slightly suspicious.

something that looked like hurt flashed ever so briefly across his eyes. “they’ll be here, princess, don’t worry.”

you shrugged. “wasn’t worried. just wondering why you’re here alone.”

your last word seemed to strip him entirely, lay him bare in front of you, completely vulnerable. you regretted it immediately, felt almost mean.

“but i guess you’re not alone, right? you’re here with me?” you gave him a smile, tried to will one out of him, too, half-succeeded. “ipa?” you asked, eager to bring this interaction back within the boundaries you were familiar with, ones you could control.

“whatever you’ll give me,” was his odd reply, one that had you scrunch up your face instead of reaching for a glass. “ipa works.”

your voice was laced with confusion. “i know it works. what do you want, though?”

again there was that child-like look in his eyes, veiled by a thin film of doubt, uncertainty.

and somehow you thought you knew what might have been holding him back. you shifted forward, leaned on your elbows, closer than you had been to him before. “what if i promise you’ll still be my favorite, hm? will you tell me then?”

you watched his gaze dip down to your mouth as you spoke, linger there before meeting your eyes again. not like you minded, much as you wanted. a spark of warning fired in your stomach. don’t get too close, it mumbled, you can’t fill anyone’s void.

unfortunately, it was hard to deny the utter satisfaction you felt when he looked at you like this - like you had wiped away all the bad things in the world.

but then hands landed on his shoulders, loud greetings between friends exchanged, ripping you both out of the moment.

“now i know why chucky wanted to come back here,” one of them said eventually, looking at you with a gleam in his eye you didn’t quite like. “i remember you, beautiful.”

“shame,” you said, “i don’t remember you.”

he put a hand over his heart like he’d been hurt, but his smirk was brutally arrogant, almost animalistic. “how about we make sure you don’t forget my name again, yeah?”

you rolled your eyes. “matthew, come get your dog,” you said as you grabbed a couple more glasses and began to pour the same drinks they had ordered the other night.

“you want me to start barking? ‘cause i will,” the persistent teammate pushed before turning to his side. “but it seems like you’re the one she’s got on a leash, matthew.”

you watched his face carefully as you slid the drinks their way, interested to see what would win out - the desire to maintain his mask around his friends or whatever was building between you two.

you bit your lip as you watched the internal struggle play out across his face, shooting a pleading look your way for a millisecond.

you decided to throw him a bone, put his friends in their place. “i meant to tell you. i put your game on yesterday,” you said to him.

“did you?” he asked, so blissfully hopeful.

“yeah,” you said, leaning forward again, letting yourself get a truly greedy look at him. “but i like you better in person.”

you reveled in how desperately pleased he looked by your admission.

“we were playing too, you know,” someone said, half laughing.

“were you?” you asked, a theatrically confused expression on your face. you shrugged. “don’t think i saw you. maybe i was distracted.”

one of his friends laughed. “don’t feed him, beautiful, he’ll just keep coming back.”

but you didn’t even look at whoever said the comment, instead completely locked in on matthew, and he on you.

“god, i hope so,” you said, barely more than a whisper, only meant for him.

just something you said, a true thing, and yet he did. every couple of days you would look up and there he would be, on that stool at your counter, looking up at you. sometimes his friends would come, and sometimes they wouldn’t, and on nights he was playing you would always put the game on the television where you could best see it, so you could best see him.

and despite everything he did, everything he said to you, which screamed longing and interest and want, you were surprised every time he came back. surprised that his interest in you didn’t wear off after the first couple indulgences, like it seemed to with everyone else.

but, then again, matthew struck you as the kind of person who could make a home out of anything, anyone - like the kids who would cry if someone tried to come into their treehouse, as if the magic of the place was defined by it being all for them.

sometimes this job made you feel like a building with a revolving door, so many faces fading immediately as they came into your life. it felt so good to have whatever this was, this constant, even if that warning voice tried to convince you it wasn’t real, it wouldn’t last.

one night, when you put his away game on, he was picking fights, antagonizing the other team, all the while chewing on that abused mouthguard, which never failed to catch your attention, send a little shiver down your spine, make you wonder what those teeth would feel like on your bottom lip, your fingers, your neck.

this night, though, the officials had had enough, and handed him a game misconduct. he skated off the ice, into the tunnel, chants and boos echoing through the arena so loudly that even the television cameras caught their strength.

still, when the camera focused in on matthew’s face, there was nothing but that cocky, knowing smirk, that one that he had showed you the first day. that fake one. you narrowed your eyes at the tv, felt your stomach turn at the fact that he could be two people at once. how could you ever trust him that way? how could you ever believe that he really, truly, wanted you? that warning voice compressed into a lump that settled in your stomach.

the lump was still there that next night, and so was he, there in his usual spot, right before you were about to close. “missed you, princess,” he said, those blue eyes so full of meaning.

and you hated how those words meant so much to you. “yeah?” you asked, wiping down the counter. “what’d you miss?”

you expected the answer that so many people in your life had given you before: how they liked how you made them feel, how you paid attention to them. nothing about you, rather something that said more about them.

so you were stunned when his gaze dropped to you lips and stayed there. “think i started to dream about your smile,” he said, and you may have sighed, just a little, as you felt your cheeks flush.

“did you watch me?” he asked, that spark of hope lighting up his face in a silent plea.

you nodded slowly, remembering the game. “wish you had stayed on the ice longer.”

he shrugged, the motion emphasizing the muscles in his shoulders and neck. you pretended not to notice.

“why do you smile when they hate you?” you asked, your head tilted in genuine curiosity, recalling his face as he made his way down the tunnel.

there was that mask again. “i love it.”

“you don’t,” you said, shaking your head slightly, watched him swallow.

“what?” he asked. you could have imagined the smallest shake in his voice.

“you don’t. you do that other smile you do.” you didn’t tell him your theory, that you knew if a crowd booed loud enough, maybe he could close his eyes and pretend they were cheering, instead. pretend it was love.

he made a sound that was half-laugh, half-scoff. “what other smile?”

you bit your lip, unsure how to explain it. you reached your hands forward, paused for a moment as his eyes widened, so flooded with want. that beautiful second of expectation before a first touch, the first of what you inherently knew would be many.

“like-” you put your hands on his face, ever so lightly, moved his lips until that cocky smirk was opposite you. “like this.”

“like this, princess?” he asked through your fingers, his breath on your palms, and heat thrummed in your stomach.

you nodded slowly, reluctant to take your hands off of him. “and my favorite one is like this,” you said, moving his lips again until you were satisfied with the replica smile you had created, toothy and wide and beautiful - until you realized he was smiling at you like that anyways, without any manipulation.

you grinned back at him, melted at the simmering heat and longing in his eyes. before you could question it, you let yourself tap one finger to his front teeth, feeling the gap there, that imperfect feature you had most loved when you first saw it, felt your throat tighten at the way he was looked at you, the way he let his mouth just barely close around your finger.

a feather light motion that made your next breath come out shaky before drawing yourself away. you hadn’t realized just how close you had drifted towards him, even with the counter between you.

you glanced at the clock on the wall, surprised to see it much later than you expected. “i need to close,” you said, clearing your throat. “i need to count the register.”

“okay.” he looked dazed. maybe in a cartoon there would have been pink mist or little hearts floating around his head.

you tried to collect yourself, ignore the phantom of his lips around your finger, a ghost of a kiss, a promise, a plea.

you gave a shake of your head. “i need to sit there. the register unlocks from that side, in front of your chair.”

your stomach dropped at the sudden darkness his eyes took on, so much so that you knew you would give in to whatever he said next.

instead of getting up, he pushed his hips up and back, spread his legs apart, settling deeper into the seat. “seat’s open, princess,” he said, and the confidence in his voice, all over his face, it wasn’t fake, it wasn’t a mask.

it was real, genuine, set ablaze by your touch.

you looked around. you were closed, everyone was gone on this monday night, except the owner, a lady older than sin who was mopping in the corner, and who was known for minding her own business.

there was nobody to judge you there, nobody to punish you for giving into this, exactly what you wanted.

time felt like jelly as you made your way around the counter, paused for a beat in front of him before he helped you up onto his lap by your waist, faced you towards the register drawer, let his arms rest around your middle.

“this okay?” he asked softly, his breathy rasp warm on your neck.

you breathed out a yes, slightly overwhelmed by all of this touch at once. his chest behind you, radiating heat, his thighs firm below you, thick arms around you. here he was, everywhere, all at the same time, and after only interacting with a counter between you, this felt almost absurdly perfect, forbidden.

so perfect that it took every semblance of your concentration to unlock the register drawer, to push the rise and fall of his chest to the back of your mind, to ignore how your own body seemed to melt into his, relax completely, an utterly miraculous contrast to the stiff, constantly active way you usually were at work.

“still okay?” he asked as he rested his head on your shoulder. you could feel his facial hair through your thin shirt, smell his cologne, knew you would smell like it, too. his thighs flexed underneath you, and you could have moaned. you were having trouble focusing on counting, never mind answering his question.

he rumbled with a laugh you felt more than heard. “princess?”

“still okay,” you managed, “but you have to be still. i need to count.”

you felt him nod and smile into your shoulder as you got to counting, the rhythm of the bills eventually lining up with the rhythm of his breathing against your back, so peaceful and right that maybe, eventually, you both would have fallen asleep like this.

“finished,” you whispered when you were done, organizing everything back where it needed to go, soaking up the last few moments of his touch for that night.

“already?” he asked, although it had probably been half an hour.

you hummed, pushed yourself up and off of him, even as his hands continued to reach for you, his gaze hungry.

so hungry it scared you. you still didn’t quite know if he just wanted someone, or if he wanted you, if he would have acted this way for anyone who asked the right questions, gave him the attention he craved, saw through his mask.

hungry, hungry, hungry, and what scared you most was that you knew that you weren’t hungry for just anyone. only for him. and that question of reciprocation, it was like injecting ice into your blood.

“it’s late,” you said. “you have to go.”

if he was hurt, he didn’t show it, seemingly completely fine with taking things however slowly you wanted to. “okay,” he said. “may i have your number, please?” there was your favorite smile.

you smiled, despite yourself. “why?”

maybe it was the late hour that caused him to misspeak when he said, “because i want you.” he quickly realized his mistake and flushed, only just. “it!” he corrected, looking like a kid with chocolate he wasn’t supposed to eat schmeared all over his face. “i meant i want it.”

you fluttered at his mix-up, delighted that maybe he meant what he said. enough that this time, you didn’t deny his request.

it was a while before you saw him again in person, as he had back to back games and then several away contests before coming home again. but, like always, you put him on the screen by the bar, feeling yourself warm every time the camera caught his face.

one night, a late night, a couple hours after one of his games had ended, you looked up and you saw him at the doorway.

a bad feeling immediately bloomed inside you.

it had been a tough loss, close until the end, and one of his stupid penalties had forced a power play goal in overtime for the opponent. worse, this result had been crucial for their playoff bid. it wasn’t looking good.

you had not expected to see him tonight - he usually didn’t come by on game nights, only on nights off. and he didn’t look right as he stood under the neon signs at the door, he looked off. he looked drunk.

his speech was slow and slurred, making you cringe. after a couple of years at this job, oh, how you hated drunk people. oh, how you never wanted to see him like this, so at the mercy of something as truly stupid as alcohol.

and even more so, how you hated to see him drink himself stupid, how you wanted to make everything all better. you signaled for the bar-back to cover for a moment.

you walked around the counter and approached him. “matthew,” you began, “what’s going on?” you tentatively touched his forearm before grabbing one of his hands, wrapping it in both of yours, bitterly aware that he was not present as you were.

“oh, princess,” he said, stumbling just a bit into your grip as you pulled him outside. he mumbled something you couldn’t hear before laughing, but the laugh was cruel, devastated.

when you were outside, the only audience was the small group of smokers that always hung around the front of the bar. you took his face in your hands. “tell me what happened.”

“what happened?” he said slowly. “what happened?” he repeated, maybe asking himself. “ruined it, always ruin it, ruin everything.” his voice came out like a haunted childlike sing-song. it made your heart shatter.

you looked in his eyes, still holding his face. “you do not ruin everything, okay? you just need to go home and sleep this off.”

“princess, princess, always tryna’ make me feel better,” he slurred, letting the whole weight of his head rest in your hands, your fingertips touching the wisps that curled around his ears. he stumbled forward into you. “need to kiss you, yeah? make me feel better.”

you dropped your hands from his cheeks as if you had been scalded. if your heart wasn’t broken before, it was now, as you pushed his chest away while he leaned forward. you felt tears begin to prickle on your waterline.

of course, he wanted you now, when he was begging to be taken care of, when he was outwardly desperate to be reassured, when his vision was probably so impaired that he couldn’t really even see your face.

of course he wanted you now, when you could have been anyone.

“one of our cabs will take you home,” you said, trying to hide the wobble in your voice as you waved one over, barely able to look at him.

he pouted. “what?” he said, teasing, but there was a bite to his tone. “don’t like me like this? not your favorite anymore?”

you didn’t have the energy to scoff. “don’t be mean. sober up. goodnight.” you opened the car door for him, forced him down into the seat.

“don’t you want to kiss me?” he pressed, looked up at you, like he had before so many times from his barstool. like he had so many times, when it had been different.

oh, how they love to be taken care of. and look at you, taking care of them. desperate, foolish girl.

and even now, you couldn’t bring yourself to lie, to say no. “ask me when you’re not out of your mind.” you shut the car door and turned away, wiped your eyes with your sleeves quickly and methodically before taking a breath and getting back to the bar, to your job.

but you were a shell of yourself for the rest of the night, his words repeating over and over again in your mind. make me feel better.

so you blocked his number that you had just added, sighed of relief when one of your colleagues mentioned his team was headed away for a long stretch on the road. a week and a half without him. surely, completely isolated from him, you could forget about what happened.

and you half-believed that, until you came into work that next day and realized you would not be completely isolated from him at all.

right next to his stool there sat a bouquet of flowers and a red jersey, folded up. you already knew what name was on the back. you stood still at the entrance, reluctant to approach the offering.

“left it earlier,” the owner called from across the room, sweeping. “i told ‘m to fuck off, but he wouldn’t.”

“thanks anyways,” you said.

“i asked him why not,” she continued, the barest hint of a smile on her thin lips.

you furrowed your brow, confused.

“asked why he wouldn’t fuck off,” she said, “took him a second.”

you breathed out a laugh.

“said you didn’t know how much he cared, yet. and he needed you to know.”

you swallowed. “that’s nice of him,” you said, running the words over in your mind.

“not everyone deserves your second chances,” she said. “but i don’t let just anyone in our bar before we open.”

the words settled between you like diamond dust. the owner finished sweeping and left.

you approached the gift, found a note sitting on top of it in terrible handwriting.

i’m sorry, it read, i’m back next thursday. i’ll ask you then. you wondered briefly what he was going to ask you before you recalled what he had said to you that night when you put him in a car. your inability to fully turn him away.

you took a shaky breath as you read the last line of the note.

even if i’m not your favorite, you’re still mine.

your stomach fluttered, surprising you. so simple, and yet those words meant everything to you. that even when he got nothing from you, he wanted you still.

you hoped and hoped and hoped he meant it, and you believed it enough that you put the flowers in a vase and wore the jersey for each of his game days.

thursday came faster than you thought it would, probably because of how nervous you were. in this time apart, anything could be true. he could mean what he said, he could want you and only you, you could be counting down the minutes until finally kissing him, touching him how you so desired.

deep down, you were so deeply afraid that when he showed up, if he even showed up, that dreamy facade would be broken, and instead all of your greatest worries and insecurities would be realized.

throughout your whole thursday night shift, you were jittery, versions of how tonight could play out flashing through your mind.

the entire night flew by, until eventually it was time to close, and you tried to ignore your heart sinking. maybe this version of tonight, the one with you alone, maybe this one was for the best.

you counted the register, began to mop, waved goodnight to the owner as she left for the night and reminded you to lock up.

you did your final wipe-down of the counter, feeling the devastation begin to finally set in. you scrunched up your face, told yourself you wouldn’t cry on your bar top.

“princess.”

you looked up, and there he was, draped in neon light, and for a second it looked like sunlight streaming in through church stained-glass windows.

the sentiment didn’t seem altogether different. how many prayers had been answered at this bar? how many homemade temples had been elicited? how many haphazard gods?

“didn’t think you were coming,” you said as he made his way over to you, sat down on his stool, exactly the same dynamic as that first day, but there was no one else. only you and him.

“it’s my fault you ever had a doubt,” he said, looking up at you with those blue, blue eyes, an ocean of apology.

you nodded, tossed the rag aside, rested your forearms on the counter and looked at him, eye to eye, and waited for him to say something.

“i’m sorry,” he said simply, and there was no mask to be found, only genuine regret. “i’m sorry i showed up here the way i did, i’m sorry i embarrassed you at work, i’m sorry i made you feel like just another person.”

you felt your heart stitching itself back together, however painful the process. he gently took your hands in his, warm and rough and firm. “you’re not just another person, okay, princess?” his voice was rough.

your exhale was choppy, so forced you had to close your eyes for a second. how long had you waited to hear somebody say that to you?

“you didn’t embarrass me,” you whispered. “i could never be ashamed of you.”

he gave the smallest laugh, shook his head. “even now, that’s what you focus on. how i’m feeling.”

“only because i care about how you’re feeling,” you said, almost defensive.

“you gonna let me care about how you’re feeling?” he asked, his thumbs tracing circles on your palms.

you stayed quiet, bit your lip, searched his eyes for an trace of doubt, falseness, didn’t find any. only a slowly simmering flame, drowning in want.

“you’re too far away,” you whispered.

“i’ve always resented this counter,” he said with a hint of a smile.

you gave a small smile back as you walked around the bar top, finally stood in front of him, exhaled before sitting down on top of him, your legs straddling his hips, your faces only a breath apart. you clasped your arms around his neck, leaned forward into his chest as his hands settled on your hips.

“ask me,” you all but begged.

his voice was a low rasp, his gaze syrupy with lust. “don’t you want to kiss me?”

you nodded, and he smiled, and then you were leaning forward, finally capturing his lips in a kiss that felt like neon light and television static and a million pleases, all finally answered with of course, anything for you.

you let yourself melt into his chest, tangled a hand in his curls, felt his grip tighten on the flesh at your hips.

he smiled into your mouth when you ran your tongue along the gap between his front teeth, groaned when you began to move your hips back and forth across his lap.

you tugged at the curls at the nape of his neck as you felt him grow harder beneath you, to which he bit down ever so lightly on your bottom lip, the feeling even better than what you had imagined all those times you had watched him gnaw on his mouthguard.

he used his grip to set your hips into a rhythm as you ground down on his lap.

“want to taste you so bad, princess,” he breathed into your mouth. “let me take care of you, yeah? just want to make you feel good.”

you nodded feverishly, tugged at your clothes as he lifted you off of his lap and rested you back onto the counter.

laid bare for him, you become aware of how wet you already were, perhaps the result of all the waiting, the questioning, the wanting that had existed between you both since the beginning.

he groaned at the sight of you. “fuck,” he rasped, “so wet already, hm?” he ran a finger through your folds, brought it to his mouth and sucked. “who’s this for, princess?”

“for you,” you whimpered, so eager for him to touch you how you wanted. “for you, matthew.”

“all for me.” you could hear the satisfaction in his voice before he leaned forward and began to tease you with his tongue, forced a choked moan from your throat.

one of your hands braced the counter for stability while the other shot forward of its own volition, grasping a handful of his curls, making him grunt. the noise vibrated through you.

“fuck,” you bit out, overwhelmed. he pressed his tongue flat against your clit, making your hips push up into him and your grip on his hair tighten. “fuck, you’re good at that.”

you felt his smile as he pushed two fingers inside of you, began to move them in and out slowly while continuing to tongue your clit.

you moaned loudly as your eyes rolled back, the combination of sensations making it hard to control your breathing, stop your back from arching up off the counter.

he brought his other hand to your stomach and pressed down, cementing your hips down into the bar top, intensifying every shock of pleasure, immediately bringing you impossibly close. “fuck, i can’t,” you whimpered, your hand grasping for sheets that weren’t there. “can’t, shit, so close-”

he lifted his head up, thumbed your clit while curling his fingers slightly inside of you. “gonna cum for me?” he cooed.

you nodded, eyes scrunched shut.

“cum, then, princess,” he pressed. “make a mess for me, hm?”

that building wave finally crashed over you, and you gave him exactly what he wanted, reveled in the fact that you could.

you caught your breath, let out a weak exhale, opened your eyes when you felt him press a light kiss against your hip, on the side of your ribs, up to your collarbone, finally on your lips.

pressed against you, you could feel every inch of him, so hard, immediately making you hungry for him again. “more,” you pleaded simply.

“yeah?” he rasped against your lips. “want more of me?”

you palmed his cock in reply, making him hiss, helped him move his clothes aside. “need to feel you inside me.”

he shifted you off of the counter and against his stool, which you immediately bent over and rested your forearms on.

he groaned, pumped his cock once, twice. “tell me this is okay, princess.”

you nodded. “please fuck me, matthew.”

he did as told, pushing inside you entirely, barely giving you any time to adjust before he set a brutal pace, practically splitting you in half.

“holy fuck,” he choked out as you stretched around him. “shit, you’re so perfect for me. bein’ so good, princess, stretching for me so well.”

you moaned as you began to adjust to his size, every part of you still so sensitive from your last orgasm.

he built up his rhythm, forceful and deep but never so much that it hurt, only a pleasant pressure that began to build inside of you.

“so deep,” you whined, your voice muffled by your own arm, “fuck, feels so good.”

he grunted in time with a slow thrust in response, making your eyes squeeze shut at the sensation.

“want to see you,” he rasped, hooking one hand around your thigh and flipping you around before pushing back into you, so that now your back was against the stool, your front facing him, one knee bent. he groaned when your eyes met. “fuck, like that.”

you reached one arm up to his shoulder for support, rested the other one back against the stool. your thighs began to shake from the stimulation, making you clench down on him harder, urging another deep moan from him.

time disappeared as the rhythm of you both continued, so lost in the feeling of him and his noises, so perfect and better than anything you had imagined.

at one point, he brought one of his hands to your clit, began to tease you again with his thumb, while the other hand braced the back of your neck.

“hm, look, princess,” he said, his voice rough with wear, as he forced your gaze down to where your bodies met. “watch me fuck you, yeah?”

you whimpered at his crudeness, couldn’t tear your eyes away from the sight in front of you, his cock thrusting into you, his hands willing you to the edge again.

he let out a choked laugh. “oh, you like that, hm? feel you close.”

“fuck, i’m so close, matthew,” you whimpered, feeling your legs give out.

“‘s okay, princess, ‘m there too,” he mumbled, his motions becoming less controlled. “cum with me, yeah? want to feel you cream on my cock.”

you did as he asked, spurred on by his words, the overstimulation. you felt him reach his high with a groan, warm inside of you, his body collapsing against yours.

you held each other close for several long moments, the only noise between you satisfied breaths and shallow heartbeats. the air was warm, so peaceful, and you bit back a smile at how this bar was now forever changed - this peace would never leave.

you felt his facial hair scratch gently against your shoulder as his head rested there, so content to simply have you close.

it could have been a lifetime. it was probably a minute or two.

he was the first to speak. “so,” he said, drowsy and sweet, “you guys still open? how’re my chances of getting a captain and coke?”

you smiled. how far you had come from the man with the mask asking for anything, maybe an ipa.

if please had been written all over him before, x’s and o’s were now, in pastel pink.

“anything for my favorite,” you said, and he kissed just under your ear.

fin.

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rayassecretlife · 1 year

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Would you be open to making a fic where both Neteyam and Lo’ak are in love with the reader? They’re always competing with eachother, trying to outdo the other. Then they decide to instead of fighting anymore, they will share you.

I literally cannot decide between them😭 I need some smutty smut with both of them be

Oh my gosh yes please. I’ve been waiting on a new request and this one made me smile 🤭. Enjoy this!!

I’ll show you a mighty warrior

Pairing: Aged up!Neteyam Sully x Fem!omaticaya reader x Aged up!Lo’ak Sully (SMUT (MINORS DNI)

Warning(s): SMUT(MINORS DNI), Choking, mature language, unprotected p in v, breeding kink, praise kink, honestly just pure filth i suck at warnings so read at your own risk🫠

“Oh come on, pretty girl. We’ve got so much time to kill” Neteyam pleads, pulling you by your arm into his room. You look around a little frantic, praying his younger brother wasn’t anywhere close—or any of his siblings really. Neteyam was more needy then usual with touching you due to it being valentines Day. Your clan didn’t usually celebrate but some mates did—although Neteyam wasn’t your mate.

“Nete, I have work” You explain, following where his hands guided you to sit on his lap. “And what if Lo’ak-“

“Screw Lo’ak. My Skxawng of a brother doesn’t deserve you anyway” You sigh, head slightly falling back as he placed wet kisses along your neck. His hands were gripping your waist and you could feel his length growing underneath you already, a soft moan leaving your mouth. “I thought we’ve agreed that your mine”

It hurt to hear those words come from his mouth, making you feel horrible for your feelings toward him and his brother. You wanted to agree but you couldn’t. You were his, but you were also Lo’ak’s.

Neteyam was the first boy you’d ever slept with but you refused to make the bond. You knew you loved his brother, but you couldn’t help but love him too. You hadn’t even slept with Lo’ak but you already knew you couldn’t give yourself to the oldest sully brother. It would’ve been so wrong.

“Neteyam! Have you seen Y/N? She’s late for work!” Kiri yells from outside the cave and you almost instantly jolt up from his grasp, afraid she was going to walk in. Neteyam quickly yells back, lying his ass off in fear she’d wonder why you came from his room if he told her the truth. “Where do you think she could be!”

“Check the lake!” She doesn’t respond and you finally hear some silence, sighing in relief once she had been gone. You turned to say something to him but your voice was cut from his lips attached directly to your own, hands cupping your small face in his palms. Sometimes you wore he wanted his scent to stay on you, like a sign to let other guys know you were his. It was cute, Neteyam was far too in love with you to let you go.

You pull his lip gently as you pull away, letting it go when you were a few inches away from his face. He looked at you with pure love in his eyes, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ll see you tonight” His lip is stuck between his teeth as you turn on your heels, grabbing your stuff before you left his room.

• • •

“Put some of this on it tonight and it should feel better tomorrow” you hand the hunter yalnabark, standing to your feet with him so you could dispose of the dirty rags used to clean his wound. You loved your job, but sometimes it was a lot. Especially when hunting parties came in.

The sound of the tents cover moving made your ears perk and you sighed, waving the soldier. “I’ll be with you in just a second” You continue on with cleaning the dirty utensils, placing the rags on the loom—weaved line to dry. A set of hands grasped your hips and you gasped, jumping to push the soldier back from you.

“Lo’ak? Jesus! I could’ve killed you!” His pearly white teeth show as he laughs, walking towards you with a smile. You noticed what was in his hand and it almost made you fall weak at your knees it was so cute. “Are those…”

“Your favorite fruit” You smile as he hands the basket to you, heat rising in your cheeks even when you weren’t looking at him. “It was kind of hard to find… that’s why I’m giving it to you so late-“

“Thank you, Lo. I was just about to eat lunch, too” You both share a laugh and you lower the basket onto the floor, pulling the boy into a hug. Lo’ak was the brother you were less intimate with. He only ever kissed you a few times but Neteyam couldn’t keep his hands off you half the time. They were polar opposites.

That’s what you loved about Lo’ak, and that’s also what you loved about Neteyam.

Neteyam showed his love to you in the most sensual ways, his love language was so clearly touch. You’d always find yourself laying with Neteyam at night to go to sleep because he was so overprotective over you—always needing to touch you whenever you were together. His brother was the nervous one, loving you with small romantic gestures like bringing you lunch or gifts while you worked. His love language was definitely acts of service and words of affirmation, seeing as everytime you’d tell him how much you appreciated him, he’d fall at your feet.

You liked it though. You got the best of both worlds.

Just as you were about to kiss him, that familiar deep voice interrupted, the two of you pulling away quickly. “Am I interrupting?” Your heart is beating outside your chest as you watch the two brothers exchange a scolding look. This wasn’t anything knew. The sully brothers had always fought over you—but something about today felt different.

“You are” Lo’ak responds and you rub your face, going back to your work tasks to let them deal with this on their own. It wasn’t you fault, really. You just couldn’t choose between them. “Flowers? Ridiculous”

“Y/N” you hum as the oldest brother approaches you, pushing his brother out of the way. You turn at the smell, eyes catching the glowing purple flowers in his hands. “These are for you” Jesus, what were you gonna do with them? Their so lost when it comes to you.

“Aw, Nete” you smile, taking them from his hands with ease. You try to look at Lo’ak but you can’t. You can’t pretend your tongue wasn’t down his brothers throat just hours ago. “I love them. Thank you” The two glared at each other, ears falling at the sound of your voice. “Guys, not here”

“It’s Valentine’s Day. I had to come surprise you” Neteyam grabs your hand but your eyes catch Lo’ak’s before he starts to speak, pulling your hand to put up to him.

“Not. Here” you repeat and they both groan, Neteyam stepping back from you.

“It’s fine. My Skxawng of a brother doesn’t have to see what we do in private” He teases and you sigh, pushing him away with ease.

“I am working now, you two need to go if your not hurt” Neteyam rolls his eyes and Lo’ak nods, watching his grandmother walk into the now crowded tent.

“You boys bothering her again? Go! Don’t you have work to do?” You smirk and watch Neteyam glare at you, giving you that look you knew all too well that meant he would find you later, which he very much would.

That was hours ago. Your day was now finally over and you could go home to your cave and sleep. Your parents were out on a hunting party so you were a little upset, but kind of loved that you had some peace and quiet for once. Especially in the forest.

You enter the cave with a sigh, throwing your gear onto the ground before you could even walk to your hammock. You were so tired, feet hurting from walking around all day.

But as soon as you entered, that same familiar face appeared in front of you. His smile only grew as you walked closer, admiring the many aspects of your now decorated room. It was so beautiful, flowers scattered on the ground and small lights giving the room a night light effect. “Teyam…” You pout, letting him take your hands in his own, placing kisses against your knuckles. “I just… Eywa, this is so beautiful”

“You like it?” You nod, looking up to his amber eyes that had been burning with passion. He could’ve ruined you right then and there if he wanted. Instead of pulling him into a hug, you pull his face down to share a passionate kiss. Your hands settling in his long braids. Neteyam was taller then you and your toes had to stand tall just to reach his lips, but every kiss was so worth it. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer then you had been before.

“Needy today, aren’t we?” You smirk against his lips, kisses becoming more hungry by the second. His hands cupped your face, one wrapping around your throat to gently pull you into him. His hands gripped your hips harder, pulling you back—Wait. What?

You eyes quickly opened and you turned around, eyes widening at the sight in front of you. The two boys look as though their getting along, both walking toward you until your back hit the caves wall. “What’s wrong, Syulang? It’s just us”

“You aren’t fighting… he just saw us—he was behind me—I… I’m so confused” The oldest boy shushes you, one hand cupping your small face while the other boy grabbed your hand, thumb caressing your palm. “Nete—Lo, what is going on?”

“You trust us, right?” You look between the two, forehead still creased with confusion. What was there to trust? Of course you did, but why did you need to now?

“Of course I do but-“ Your voice is cut off once again by the eldest boy’s lips attaching to your own. Jesus, he loved doing that, didn’t he? His hands pulled you close to him and you didn’t even think to protest, feeling Lo’ak’s hands on your back. You were so lost, still trying to figure out what had been going on.

“You think it’s fun to play with our emotions?” Lo’ak’s voice is hot against your ear as he pressed himself against your ass, hand pushing your hair away from your neck. You tried your hardest to respond, but Neteyam’s tongue hadn’t even been close to done against yours. “Wake up with him then come to me, right? That’s what it is? That’s what I mean to you?”

You whine against Neteyam’s soft lips, hands trying to reach Lo’ak’s. You felt so bad, so terrible for making him feel that way. Was neteyam having doubts too?

“That’s okay. Tonight, we end this stupid charade and see who can really have you” His lips attach to the exposed skin on your neck with ease, fingers roaming up to remove your chest piece. You could feel the slick of your heat fill your cunt, slowly seeping down your skin. You knew what they were doing now, and it made it all so much more obvious.

“Should I be nice and let him have you first? Or maybe we need to teach him how to please you” Neteyam’s breath is hot against your own, and you can feel Lo’ak’s length pressing hard against your thigh. It was surreal—you really had both the Sully brothers at your feet. You were nervous for Lo’ak, seeing as he never did this with you but was sure he could beat Neteyam like always.

“Don’t make me laugh, bro” Lo’ak glares at him and the oldest boy chuckles, pushing a piece of hair back behind your ear. He looked at you with sinister eyes, like he had something so bad planned.

“You know what to do, don’t you?” You looked at him, trying your hardest to believe this as real—but it felt so fake. Were you dreaming? Because this was very much a dream you had a lot. The taller boy holds your head in his hand, gently urging you to the tab behind you and you obviously obeyed.

You sat on the table in front of the two boys, stomach growing nervous at the sight in front of you. Lo’ak’s hand caressed your hair, moving to sit behind you on the wooden table, reassuring voice in your ear.

“Don’t be nervous. It’s just us” Yeah, just Lo’ak and Neteyam… the two men who had your heart on the tightest hold. You follow the older boys motions as he pushes down on your chest, back lowering to lay in between his brothers legs. “Is this okay?” You nod hesitantly, watching as Neteyam untied your loincloth, tossing it to the floor without a care in the world.

Your chest was rising so heavily and Lo’ak could see it, whispering sweet nothings into your ears to calm you down. You weren’t anxious, it just felt like a dream, or a rush. Neteyam places a few kisses up your thigh, your breathing growing shakier as he got closer to your heat.

“He’s gonna fall so deep in love with you when he hears your pretty moans” Neteyam mumbles against your thigh and you can feel the voice inside you start to fill your body, walls clenching around nothing just to gain some sort of friction. “Gonna show him how you like it. Does that sound good, Pretty girl?” You nod and he tsked, teeth gently sinking into your thigh. “Words”

“Y-yes, sounds good” Lo’ak’s ears perk at your small noises, might’ve even been his new favorite music. Neteyam didn’t waste any time on leaning into you, taking your clit between his lips while holding your legs still. Lo’ak watched you in awe, the way your face twisted making him harder by the second. You looked so beautiful like that.

You felt his cock press against your back, eyes opening to look at him. You pulled his face down, connecting your lips with a sloppy but passionate kiss—wishing you could touch him where he needed. He was the cutest thing above you, just itching to get ahold of you like his brother. He was so jealous.

“Mmph… Eywa, Nete” you moan against his brothers lips, a small gasp leaving your mouth once you felt his fingers slip into you.

“Hope your watching, Baby bro. I’m practically giving you a cheat sheet” Neteyam states cockily and you shush Lo’ak before he can retaliate, hand reaching up to pull the band from his hair.

“I’m sure you’ll be just as good, Pretty boy” His pupils grow at your words and his tail was now swaying, cock pressing painfully harder now more then ever against you. Told you, words of affirmation.

Your legs open wider on their own, heels of your feet sitting on Neteyam’s shoulders. You were on cloud nine. Making out with one of the sully boys while the other ate you like you were his last meal. Eywa, it felt so good. His fingers curled inside you with a pace, tongue circling your clit over and over until your abdomen was pushing up off the table, muffled noises growing louder against Lo’ak’s lips.

“You look so pretty like this” Lo’ak remarks, holding your heavy head in his hands as you let out those beautiful sounds, hand reaching down to tug on the older brothers hair. “Feels good, huh? Can’t wait for my turn”

“Nete…great mother—“ you let out a breathless moan, grip tightening around his hair.

“Come for me, Sweet girl. We’ve got you” Neteyam coached, Lo’ak’s hands now reaching down to cup your breast in his hands. He loved watching you fall apart—even if it was for his brother. You came undone with a long and loud moan, hips digging into the wood under you as your back pushed off Lo’ak. Neteyam knew you like the back of his hand, he knew your body so well it was almost impossible to hold out for him.

“Did so good, baby. I think it’s my turn” You whine, legs closing once Neteyam stood back up. His tongue ran along his lips as him and Lo’ak switched places, now having Neteyam sit behind you with his fingers still dripping wet from your core.

“Nete… I wanna please you” He shushes you and you gasped feeling yourself getting tugged forward, Lo’ak’s hands spreading your legs apart once again. “W-wait! Too sensitive I—“

“We’re gonna take care of you, remember?” Neteyam lifts your chin, a small smirk plastered across his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing. “This isn’t about us, it’s about you, Ma’Tìyawn” The sensation between your legs caught you by surprise at how fast it had been, nails digging into Neteyam’s wrists. “Don’t rush it. Make her feel good” Neteyam instructed and you swore you could’ve moaned just at that. He was so particular when it came to you, making sure everything was perfect.

“I-it feels good, just didn’t expect it” You reassure the boy, one hand getting lost in his hair and the other pulling Neteyam’s face to feet your own. You roughly connected your lips, knowing now that it was neteyam, you could be as aggressive as you wanted. He always matched your speed, or even sometimes faster.

Of course the loud muffled cries where noticeable against his lips, thanking Eywa you had him against you to shut you up. You were so sensitive, you didn’t have time to think before your hips were still bucking off the table.

Lo’ak was fast, trying to draw you to your end faster then Neteyam. You knew he was trying to prove a point, but it didn’t matter because you still loved the way it felt—the way both of them felt.

“Moans are so pretty, baby. Hope he’s making you feel good” Neteyam’s thumb caresses your cheek and you nod desperately, a cry escaping your lips. “Maybe he should get you first, so I can finish you off” God, Neteyam and his boyfriend attitude. He kisses your knuckles, allowing you to pull on his skin to sooth your moans. He loved when you marked him up, showing everyone he was yours.

“L-Lo! Oh Eywa… I can’t!” Neteyam presses another kiss to your lips and Lo’ak doesn’t slow down, only going faster against you like you weren’t going crazy above him. You were losing yourself, holding onto Neteyam for comfort.

Your high came down the hardest you’d ever experienced before, legs shaking rapidly against Lo’ak’s hands as you hid your face into Neteyam’s neck. The two boys watched you in awe, Neteyam almost a little jealous at the sight in front of him.

“Holy shit” Lo’ak mumbled and you look to him, eyes widening at the shining gloss over his abdomen and thighs, your release dripping all the way down to his loincloth. “Did you just-“

“My turn” Yup. Neteyam was officially jealous. It wasn’t like he hadn’t made you squirt before, but the fact his baby brother got it on the first try, he knew he had to do something better.

He removes himself from the table and lifts you in his arms, laying himself down onto the large loom made bed you had specially built only months ago. Your legs were barely working at that point, cries leaving your poor mouth as he pulled you onto the sheet.

“You want me to take over or do you want to? It’s your day, I want you to feel good” He reassures you and you sigh, looking down at his now fully exposed cock that stood against his abdomen. You lay next to him and he’s already on his way behind you, pulling your back against his chest as Lo’ak settling in on the other side of you.

You reach down between you and Lo’ak, taking his painfully hard cock in your hand. It wasn’t as thick as Neteyam’s, but it was about the same size. You really were getting the best of both worlds, huh? His eyes almost instantly roll back the same time as yours do, Neteyam’s hand keeping you in place as he slipped into you with ease.

“Look at me, Lo” you practically beg the boy in front of you, his eyes opening but his lips now stuck between his teeth—stopping his whimpers from escaping. Aw, he’s so easy to get to.

Neteyam's hands moved your hips against his, lips attaching to your neck while your sweet voices he loved so much escaped, face falling against Lo'ak's. You stared down at his length, biting your lip at the sight.

His cock had already been leaking pre, and you knew he wouldn't last long if you kept going, only letting your hand stroke him slow.

"Always so tight around me—could stay here forever" the eldest boy breathes in your ear, his pace slowly starting to increase once you got used to him. Lo'ak was jealous, but he couldn't think of anything else beside the fact your hand was palming him, soft voice whispering sweet nothings into his ear. You didn't want him to feel left out, you needed him to feel good too.

"Aw, baby. Don't hide those from me" your thumb brushes against his bottom lip, pulling it from his teeth so his moans would surface. You loved when Neteyam was vocal, so you could only imagine the things it would do to you if you had both of them like that. "Good boy"

He lets out a whimper against your neck and your ears peek at the sound, tail wrapping around Neteyam's waist to pull him closer to your body. He was hitting you so deep, so hard you could barely think straight. He definitely had something to prove, ruining you before Lo'ak could even enjoy you.

"Oh, Teyam..." He leans his face down to your own, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss. Lo'ak's face was still buried into your neck, not even caring that his brother was fucking you right in front of him. He just needed your touch. "That's it—right there!" He lifts your leg more, following your instructions and only hitting deeper then before. Your eyes were rolling back and you could feel your cunt squeezing him the tightest it could, soft moans falling from his lips.

Every gasp, every moan, every breath against his ear but like heaven to him—praising you with a deep, loving stroke after every single one. You moved your hips against his, feeling your breaking point approaching already. He was way too good at this, way too good at knowing your body.

"Gonna come? Already? Let's see if he can beat that" You whine at his words, still competing with his brother even after agreeing to let it go. You wished you could complain, but if this is what it takes for you to get fucked like this, you'd learn to deal with it. "Come on, Pretty girl. Come for me. Show him who had you first"

His words make you moan loudly, a gasp leaving your lips as you felt the pressure on your swollen clit, noticing Lo'ak's hand had been exploring your body with ease. "Oh my—fuck...!" His thumb circles your clit more and you can feel your high coming fast, begging Neteyam for more. He was trying so hard to keep his composure, making sure you had been pleased enough before he could release. He was so fucking close.

"Such a good girl for us. Wanna breed this pussy, make you walk out with my seed stuck deep inside you" You cry at his words and nod your head, the sound of your skin slapping against eachother being the only thing the three of your could hear. "Gonna give it all to you. Great mother—your mine, Y/N"

"Come on, Baby. Come so I can feel you" Lo'ak cups your face and you cry with one last thrust to his hips, his hands pulling you as close as you could possibly get against his lap.

"Nete...!" You both let out the filthiest moan, cunt clenching down on his throbbing cock inside you, the hot white spurts of his release painting your walls full. He mumbled things into your ear but you were too stuck on your orgasm to even respond, just falling against Lo'ak's chest with your chest heaving tirelessly. Neteyam pushed your hair away from your neck, placing a few small kisses to your skin.

"One more and then your done, okay?" You whimper, feeling his limp cock slowly slip out of you. His eyes were set on the mess he had made inside you, watching in awe as you laid with his brother, completely fucked out. "Your gonna ride him. Show him how this works, yeah?"

"Nete... I can't-"

"You can" He helps you stand onto your knees, Lo'ak's body moving to sit up in front of you. "I'm gonna help you, okay? Gonna make sure he takes real good care of you" Lo'ak pulls you into a kiss as you position yourself above him, Neteyam's hands helping guide you so you didn't give out.

"Don't—Mmph!" The brother moans against your lips as he finally seeps into you, Neteyam's mess already lubricating your cunt. "Y/N... great mother—so tight" He was a mess under you, wondering how you could've still been this tight even after his brother had you. It felt so fucking good.

"Just relax. I'll take care of you, I'll show you" You reassure him, hips moving against his at a slow pace. His hands pulled at your hips, nails digging into your skin with every breath that left his mouth. Neteyam watched you in awe, always loving how you looked when you were in control.

It wasn’t long before Lo'ak began to rut his hips under you, a gasp leaving your lips as you lean against him, using his shoulders to balance yourself. You matched his pace, noticing that he was now trying his hardest to hold back his release. You didn’t want him to—if anything, you were getting closer just looking at him.

“Feels good, huh? You gonna come again, pretty girl?” You shake your head at Neteyam’s question, but he didn’t take that answer. Lo’ak gripped your throat with one pull, crashing his lips against yours with another snap of his hips. “Give us one more, Baby. Just one more and you’ll be done” The boy caresses your hair and you could feel your tears slipping down your cheeks, the pleasure truly being too much now.

“Lo… Oh god I—it’s too much!” You beg against his lips but they both knew you too well, knowing you truthfully loved every minute of this, wishing he’d never stop even if it was too much.

“Can’t hold myself much longer, Y/N. Come for me” Gosh, how wet it made you hearing that from Lo’ak. His cock kissed your cervix over and over, grip so tight on your waste you were sure there was gonna be bruises tomorrow. This was such knee territory for the two of you. “Can feel you—shit! Come on, I know your close”

You leaned back, hands holding yourself up on his knees as you tried your hardest not to scream, Neteyam almost instantly standing behind you so you didn’t give up.

“Kiss me… god—I’m gonna come!” Lo’ak’s arm snaked around your waist and he leaned forward against you, crashing his lips into yours once again with a muffled moan. Your high was just at its peak, threatening to burst at any moment. Lo’ak knew, he knew and he was right behind you.

With one final thrust into you, Lo’ak held your hips down despite your shaking legs, both of you letting out a loud moan into each others mouth. Your releases mixed together, and his repainted your still fully white walls again, breath fanning against your ear with a sigh.

You couldn’t move or even speak, only sitting there for a minute and letting the two brother converse without you. They had officially fucked you out. You let out a cry as Neteyam lifted you from his brother, helping you lay onto the bed comfortably without touching any area that might’ve hurt. You already had many bruises forming against your skin, and if even one slight touch was to come to your heat, you’d cry.

“D-don’t… don’t touch” The boys chuckle as they laid next to you, Incasing you between their two warm bodies. Neteyam had himself propped up on his elbow, fingers pushing your hair out of your sweating face while Lo’ak’s head laid in your neck, placing small kisses along your shoulder.

“How’s that for a Valentine’s Day surprise?” He kisses your head and you open your eyes to look at them, half lidded against your face. You took one of his braids in between your finger, twirling it around with a smile. “Gotta say, I thought you’d at least stay awake longer then her” he says to his brother but Lo’ak doesn’t even bother, placing his middle finger in the air in front of him.

“Stop it. Your gonna give me a headache” you flick his head and he only chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. “I feel so…gross” You make him laugh once again, looking between the three of you. You couldn’t believe what had just happened, and the fact you had both of the sully boys release inside you, made it so much more forbidden.

“I guess we’ll have to see who’s kids are faster, huh?” Your eyes widen at the younger boys question, pushing his head away from you while the two begin to laugh together.

“Stop it! That is not funny!”

“It’s definitely mine. I’m a fast swimmer so-“

“Neteyam!” He puts his hands up in defense, Funally laying down next to you. Lo’ak had his head back on you, now just trying to drift off to sleep. “You two are ridiculous” He only hums, leaning down to press kisses up your jaw, teeth gently pulling at your ear lobe before whispering.

“So, who was better?”

Ummmmmm I hope y’all enjoyed this because my phone is glitching like crazy now 🙏🏼🙏🏼. New content coming soon! 💙

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Hiiii I luv your blog! I was wondering if you could do some hcs for mal, chris and Duncan with a s/o that has age regression and their little age is about 3-5ish if u dont know what agere is look it up im bad at explaining. Ok byeeeee

🐠🎀 𝐌𝐚𝐥, 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫! 🎀🐠

(ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ'ꜱ ʀᴇɢʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴀɢᴇ ɪꜱ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ 3-5 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏʟᴅ ɢᴀᴘ)

A/N -> The reader's attitude when they are on their little space is based on my best friend's who's also an agere and also on some researching I did by myself, so sorry if this is not accurate in some point of the headcanons, thanks for reading ^^

♥🔥🄼🄰🄻🔥♥

♥🔥 -> Despite him being a full-on maniac with other people, with you, his beautiful partner is definitely more caring and calm, even if it's hard to see to the outsiders.

♥🔥 -> So, when you are finally able to open up to him about your age regression he is calmly telling you that he doesn't care about it, not in a negative way, but instead in a way of telling you he'll still love you and care about you the same.

♥🔥 -> Let's now move on to his behavior when you're age regressed, okay? <3

♥🔥 -> He is very gentle with his movements, not wanting by any chance to scare your little mind.

♥🔥 -> His resting bitch-face is still on but you can tell by his actions and body language that he means no harm, so you are relaxed on his presence.

♥🔥 -> If you like playing games when you are in your little space then he is all for playing hide and seek.

♥🔥 -> Just don't expect him to be all excited when trying to find you because he'll be rolling his eyes almost all the time and will walk slowly and with some sort of mumbling you can't understand lol.

♥🔥 -> He'll also be like ❝Oh, where'd did Y/N go? I can't find them anywere!❞ with the most deadpan face you'll ever seen and the most sarcastic tone of voice while you're hiding behind a lamp.

♥🔥 -> If you are more of a cuddly agere, then he'll gladly sit in the sofa watching the TV while you curl into his side, his hand sometimes going to ruffle your hair slightly.

♥🔥 -> If you draw or do little handcrafts when you are in your little space he will compliment them with a little genuine smile, and If you happen to gift something to him he will out your drawing on the fridge or put your little hand made gift on top of one of his bedroom shelfs.

♥✨🄲🄷🅁🄸🅂✨♥

♥✨ -> Chris McLean it'd be eh?

♥✨ -> We all know that he is internally a child and by that I mean that when you are in your little space it is going to be an experience to remember!

♥✨ -> He'll be grinning smugly while he picks you up and gives you piggyback rides (only if you are comfortable with that ofc).

♥✨ -> He'll also love playing with you.

♥✨ -> Nothing too much, but maybe a bit of tag or hide and seek.

♥✨ -> He'll probably get tired after 10 minutes or playing but at least he tried lol 💀

♥✨ -> He will play dress up with you and sure as hell will bring Chef along lmao.

♥✨ -> You will watch as the two of them get dressed like women and start chatting with that high-pitched voice and pretend they're in a tea party with you.

♥✨ -> The two of them will be having the time of their lives while doing so lmao 😂

♥✨ -> He'll also let you do his makeup.

♥✨ -> Please, and I insist, PLEASE use blue coloured eye shadow and barbie pink lipstick, you can also add rimmel and brush.

♥✨ -> He will keep the makeup on for a long time, probably until he hears someone knocking on the door on smth, and then he'll rush to take it off in two seconds because he knows that whoever it is will tease him about it for EVER.

♥✨ -> He is also up to just get into bed and cuddle while the TV plays your favourite or comfort show for a while.

♥✨ -> He'll probably be reading stuff on his phone or chatting with Chef but he will pay attention if you ask him to.

♥🍏 🄳🅄🄽🄲🄰🄽 🍏♥

♥🍏 -> Okay, this boy is definitely more laid back than Chris but not as deadpan as Mal.

♥🍏 -> He would love to play hide and seek with you.

♥🍏 -> Like LOVE.

♥🍏 -> But, you know, not the classical version, that one version in which you play with the lights off.

♥🍏 -> Of course if that makes you scared he will stop.

♥🍏 -> But if you enjoy it then he will gladly seek for you in the house and then yell "boo!" when he finds you, tuckling you in his arms.

♥🍏 -> If you want, he can take you to the nearest park so you can play in the swings or enjoy yourself in the monkey bars.

♥🍏 -> If there is any food you like especially he will try and make it, or buy it in case it's a sweet/pastry/dessert, and you both will enjoy it after lunch.

♥🍏 -> If you are a more calm agere, then he'll gladly put a blanket on the living room floor and lay there with you.

♥🍏 -> You two can play palm/clap games if you like them!

♥🍏 -> If you want to sleep then he'll gladly tuck you in bed and then get in with you.

♥🍏 -> He'll probably rest as usual, his arms above his head in a comfy way, and you can curl up to his side resting your head on his chest if you want.

♥🍏 -> He can also tell you stories from when he was in JUVIE, obviously changing the dark/gory parts and changing the context slightly so you think it's just a very unusual and funny fairytale.

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not-a-robot-i-swear-really · 7 months

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OK so I was listening to TV girls album who really cares while drawing our favorite black punk and that made me think when the song heaven is a bedroom came on I just immediately thought of them so could you please write a song fic

A/N: Thanks for the request! I’ve never written a songfic before, so I enjoyed getting to stretch my writing muscles with this one. Also, the lyrics are not in chronological order, I just added them according to how they fit the fic, lol

I have no idea what time period Hobie’s universe is set in, but for the sake of this fic and all future ones I’ll say it’s the 80s. Also, this takes place early on in his time as Spider-Punk, so he might be OOC.

Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: about 2k

Warnings: No y/n for this one, implied sexual content but nothing explicit, Hobie smokes some weed but reader doesn't

I confess to thinking sex was my salvation

When really they just start with the letter 'S'

You'll forgive me for thinking heaven was her bedroom

It's as close as I would ever get

Hobie Brown didn’t think he was going to heaven. He didn’t believe in it anyway; he always thought the bible was just a distraction, a cudgel for the upper class to keep people praying for more instead of fighting for more.

But if there was ever a place that felt like heaven, it was here, in your bedroom.

He took a deep breath and blew it out, the smell of the weed he brought mingling with the high-class perfume you wore. Beside him, you stirred from your half-asleep state and lazily dragged a hand down his bare chest. You looked up at him through thick eyelashes – fake ones, probably the best your parents’ money could buy – and parted kiss-swollen lips to speak:

“Are you gonna leave soon?” Your voice quivered with something Hobie couldn’t quite recognize, or maybe he just didn’t want to recognize it. You asked him this question every time he came over, when all was said and done and the two of you had worn each other out. Sometimes he answered, sometimes he didn’t but regardless the answer was always no.

“Why don’t you just kip down for the night, yeah?” His voice was hazy with smoke, but the words rang loud and clear in your head. You didn’t respond, only fluttering your eyes closed.

Hobie would be gone by the time you woke up. He always was. It wasn’t because he hated you – it was the exact opposite. London wasn’t exactly known for being quiet these days, not when there were so many supervillains out and about. A good few of them had declared themselves as Hobie’s archnemeses, or Spider-Punk’s archnemeses really.

Hobie was never one to follow the rules, especially not those of the Spider-Society’s, but this was something different. If people found you and found out that you knew – and laid with – the man behind the resistance…

Hobie doesn’t think he would ever forgive himself if you got hurt.

And I remember how the pillows felt like clouds

Or was it the other way around

And how your neighbor came in to yell at you

When the party got too loud

He remembered the day he first met you like it was yesterday.

He heard a rumor that your dad was working for the Kingpin. That night when he first met you, your parents was supposed to have been gone on a “business trip.” Hobie had assumed the house would be empty, which would leave him free to look for any evidence of connection between your dad and the supervillain.

Imagine his surprise then, when he got there and found it overflowing with people.

“Looks like someone’s havin’ a bit of a knees-up, eh?” He muttered to himself as he landed on the rooftop. He peered through one of the skylights and squinted through the flashing lights to see the party. Inside the house were dozens of teenagers and young adults, bumping and grinding to what could only be described as the unholy child of capitalism and pop music. He recognized a good few of the people there too – all children of politicians and businesspeople, or others involved in upholding the regime.

This didn’t interest Hobie at all. He liked a good party as much as the next person, but this was just getting in the way of him investigating. He was ready to just leave, come back another time – but then came an angry knock at the front door, barely loud enough to pierce through the blaring music.

You came down the stairs with an expression on your face and dressed like every fashion model he had ever met. Hobie knew it was your party because you happened to look a lot like your father. When you got to the door and opened it, you were met with a red-faced older woman, almost assuredly about to launch into a tirade about your party.

With you distracted, he crawled down the side of the house and slid into the first unlocked window he could find. It was your bedroom.

Admittedly, it did look quite nice. It wasn’t just useless décor overflowing with ostentatiousness, there was actually taste here (he couldn’t say the same about the rest of the house though). He let out a low whistle as he looked around. He plopped down onto your bed, sinking into the plush pillows and almost let out a moan at how good they felt. It was like laying on a cloud.

He didn’t get too much time to enjoy it though. You came back to your bedroom just a moment later.

At first you just stared at him. Then, tensely you said, “You must be the Spider-man.”

“Oy, it’s Spider-Punk!” He rebutted indignantly.

You just sniffed at that. “If you’re looking for dad, he’s not here.” You sat at your vanity, sliding off your heels as you spoke. “He’s off in Dubai with his new ‘work friend.’”

“Awfully calm right now, considering me. Your old man would have a right fit wouldn’t he?”

You scoffed bitterly, “He wouldn’t care. He never does.”

“’Bout me being here or ‘bout you?” You only lifted an eyebrow in response.

“I know you’re not here for nothing. What do you want?”

“Little birdie told me your Da’s been getting up to some shady business. Any chance you know somethin’ ‘bout that?”

“He never tells me anything. But…” You paused to light up a cigarette, “I know his office is downstairs in the library. He’s got it hidden behind a bookcase or something.”

“Right then. S’pose I should get going.” But he didn’t. Instead, he hesitated right at the door.

Hobie didn’t know why he paused at the doorway. He had already got what he wanted. Something about the weariness on your face, the melancholy, just made him think. He could have just chalked it up to the typical rich kid boredom, but he had reason to think there was more to it.

And when I snuck into your living room

And I wished that you would follow

At first you didn't but then you did

And it was already tomorrow

Hobie had left as soon as he had found the files on your dad’s computer; something about a deal going down that would provide the regime with newer tougher weapons. But then the next morning he went back to your house. It was stupid, he knew.

Last night you were feeling generous and there was no reason you would be that morning. But he snuck into your living room anyway in the hopes of… He didn’t actually know yet.

For a moment he just stood there on the plush white carpet. Hobie toed the edge with a spiked boot, turning over what he was going to say when you got there.

“You’re still here?” came a groggy voice. He whipped around to face the voice – his spider-sense hadn’t gone off at all – to find you at the top of the stairs, disheveled and wiping crust from your eyes.

“…Figured I should give you a heads up.”

“Heads-up? About what?”

“Your old man’s got a big deal going down. Some new weapons he’s handing over to the Kingpin.” And to the regime, but it’s not like you would care about the resistance’s plight, would you?

“Oh… I guess your friends would be in trouble then. The resistance or whatever you call it.” He stood corrected. “But what am I supposed to? He wouldn’t listen to me if I told him to stop.”

“He might not. But that doesn’t mean there’s no way for you to help.”

“You mean… You want me to spy?”

“More like be my mate on the inside, yeah?”

“...That’s all?”

“That’s all. Think about it.” Hobie turned to leave, perching on the window sill.

“Wait!” He looked back at you, an apprehensive look on your face “Do you mean mate as in… friends?”

Hobie only nodded in response.

This was the first of many meetings between the two of you.

New York City's cold and when you love someone you should hold on to them so tightly

Till you crush them

Or they wriggle from your grasp

You don't just stand there and say nothing

But at least I learned my lesson

When Hobie had finally smoked the last of the blunt, and you had gotten up to take a shower, he found himself posed with a question. Should he stay this time or leave like he always does.

He takes one of his bracelets and spins around in his fingers as he ponders, turning it this way and that as he ponders. As he did, you came out the shower wrapped in a light pink bathrobe – he remembered telling you that it looked good on you – and sat next to him quietly.

“I’m leaving for New York soon.” You said suddenly, your voice like a bucket of ice water dumped over his head.

“What? When?” Hobie didn’t try to hide his shock; there had been no indication that things between you two would change, this weird relationship you had.

“A week, I think. Kingpin hasn’t been too happy with my dad lately. Dad’s moving us there to try and fix things with him.”

“But why bring you with him? Can’t you just stay here?”

“You know why I can’t do that, Hobie.”

He slid a hand down his face. What was he meant to do now? This relationship between you two… You weren’t lovers, but you weren’t friends either, and you certainly weren’t friends with benefits. What the two of you had was unique. Hobie had never felt the way he felt about you with anyone else.

“…Are you going to stay?”

Silence.

“Are you going to stay? Just this once Hobie?”

He said nothing. He should have said something.

You got up silently and disappeared into the hallway.

“…I’ll meet you there. I swear I will,” Hobie said, a quiet declaration to himself.

If I ever make it to New York

Like I said that I would

Would it do me any good?

Three years. It took three years for Hobie Brown to make good on his promise. Three years of thinking, of fighting, of wondering of the point of him even coming to see you.

He had left you a pager that last night before you left for New York, something to at least let you know he was still alive. He had sent a message every week religiously, like he was going to Mass. You never responded, but the messages always went through.

He had thought early on that seeing you again would never happen – that it wasn’t meant to happen. There had been so many reasons for him to not make good on it: he had people back home relying on him, that whole thing with the Spider-Society, and of course there was the possibility that you just wouldn’t want to see him again.

Peter B had convinced him otherwise. Handed him a bouquet and a ticket and said, “You know what to do, Hobie.”

So, he went. Now here he stood, right before the house you had told him you would be living in before you left. He felt like a kid again, like he had asked you on his first date or something. Maybe he might get to do just that. Take you out on a real date, instead of slinking around with you.

With a deep breath, he raised a hand and knocked – once, twice, thrice.

You opened it.

Hobie spoke. “You, er, wanna try this again? Actual date this time?”

You took the flowers from his hand, inhaled their scent deeply, then looked up at him through thick lashes.

“I’d love to.”

A/N: Really enjoyed writing this one, hope y'all enjoyed it too! Thanks again for the request ❤ I have another one comping up soon, hopefully I'll have that posted tomorrow

I'm thinking about starting up a taglist, let me know what you guys think about it

Bye ~ ❤

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thecryptidgrey · 7 months

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As an avid lover of his Dark Materials I have yet to see a BG3 daemons concept and that is a Crime. So here are some Thoughts below the cut :)

(Also something something about the representation of religion in HDM and how it correlates to BG3's depictions of faith and trauma. I have the Idea but I am too tired to do much with it; may return to the thought later.)

Shadowheart- a borzoi. Elegant, spooky looking, dramatic. Borzoi don't make much vocal noise but are very playful- instincts surpressed by Sharrens that thrive with the party (see that very cute night orchid scene specifically). Generally very sweet, loyal animals, like SH when you get to know her. Plus they look amazing.

(Act 3 spoilers- I also appreciate that she'll match it when she dyes her hair. Seems suitable dramatic for her.) Anyways, I also really like borzois and think it's be funny af to see in them trotting around in game like the weird willow tree ghost things they are.

Lae'zel- Githyanki don't have daemons; she finds them baffling. Very impractical to carry one's soul on the exterior, although perhaps an efficient companion in combat to have someone you share instincts with. After much discussion by the others she decides for them if she did have one it would be a red dragon. Nobody argues with that.

(She does decide she'd have to prove herself worthy of such a beast first, and if she trusts Tav admits that maybe she'd like if Vlaakith could give her a daemon bond with her future dragon. Would she get a dragon if she became Vlaakith's chosen? Idk, she would now.)

Karlach- Tieflings also don't have daemons. She wants one wholeheartedly. The party finds her a magic ring that allows her to summon a familiar- she gets a direwolf puppy as enthusiastic and adoring as she is :)

Said ring is obtained somewhere in the Shadowlands after she gets the cooldown upgrade so she can hug it as soon as she has it. Also it grows up absolutely massive. Its paws are the size of its head when it's a puppy. All the better for cuddling with!

Gale- Tara. Wizards, sorcerers, etc, tend to have magical creatures as familiars. This AU he had Tara since the beginning. He still summoned all the other weird shit he did as a kid, just with Tara's help. She is his voice of reason and holder of the braincells; he gets to keep one and it's all about Mystra. She's protecting the rest from its corruption. He gets them back when the party convinces him to tell Mystra to go fuck herself.

(I do chew upon the trans Gale headcanon sometimes. If anyone wishes to muse with me on how daemons, which are typically of the opposite sex to their human, would be incorporated into that, please do.) Edit- pls see comments for very illuminating interpretations of daemons and gender!! Very cool stuff!

Wyll- lanner falcon. Medium sized yet formidable bird of prey, the head of which was often depicted on Egyptian gods like Ra and Horus. Beautiful, noble and nimble creatures (good for a dexterity based build, which I focused on for him alongside charisma).

Mizora's pact significantly lengthened their tether; her devil-form punishment broke it and weakened their bond significantly, much to their distress- they hate to be out of vision of one another as a result. Halsin, Jaheira and especially my Tav Cerewyn helped him adapt to and understand the new tether.

Druids and their daemons are based on the His Dark Materials witches, who have significantly lengthened bonds. Druid bonds are just as strong in markedly different ways; each is more independent and their personalities more distinct. I will definitley expand more on this; I adore Wyll and really want to do his character justice. He's the knight in shining armour but he also made a deal with a devil to be said knight, so, y'know. His daemon should really reflect that complexity.

Astarion- luna moth (changed when he turned- he can't remember what she was before.)

Beautiful in a fragile, showy way. Short-lived. Desperate for the light. A silkmoth; silk for embroidery. He resents her for being such a reflection of the self he tries so desperately to hide yet is fiercely protective of her, so beautiful and soft and hopeful- moths exist to seek light, craving it like he longed for a knight in shining armour, like he yearns for the sun.

Cazador liked to pin her wings.

(I love my sad wet cat very much and so as payback for hurting my soul he is subjected to the tragedy that is my attempting to be poetic :) )

Halsin- bear. Druid daemons reflect their favoured Wild shapes. Strong, steady, reliable, protective. Optimal shape for snuggles, very nice and warm, overall :) vibes to look at and be around. (Bear is not present for That Scene. That Scene and daemons are not up for discussion, you degenerates. Thank you <3)

Jaheira- Eurasian lynx. Struggled a bit on this one- didn't think any of the wild shapes suited her as a daemon- so looked up the national animal of Romania (supposedly Jaheira's accent?) for potential inspiration. Got the lynx, which seems perfect. Medium sized, elegant, very dignifed and deadly hunters who inhabit forests. Notably very quiet and hard to track. Endangered, which resonated with me because of Jaheira's status as one of the last of the Old Guard, so to speak. Nocturnal, which I like because we meet Jaheira in the shadow-cursed lands. Ambush predator, which just goes with my Gloom Stalker build for her. Overall seems perfect for the legendary druid.

Minsc- Boo? Fuck knows man, Minsc gonna Minsc. I spent way too long thinking about Jaheira and now I don't have the energy left. If Gale can have Tara, Minsc can have Boo. I do love Minsc so I will be back to expand on him if the mood strikes me but also I think maybe I don't need to? Daemon Boo just seems Right. Will consult Minsc's backstory and update later if necessary.

Minthara- yet to recruit her so uncertain. Displacer beast seems apt, maybe? Something felinoid would really fit her tbh. Elegant and lethal, very aloof but loyal once you've got her. Input would be appreciated.

My Tav, Cerewyn, just in case ya'll are interested- a raven named Gwyn, short for something I haven't figured out how to spell yet.

Clever, calculating, very blunt and sarcastic to balance out Cere's generally stoic, quite, calm demeanour. Sharp eyed bird for a sharpshooter ranger's daemon. Cere is a beast master ranger/ druid of land multiclass; ravens are summonable both for wild companions and familiars and are a wild shape (Cere's preferred wild shape too).

A common species but not to be underestimated and generally unpredictable, which suits her. She romances Astarion and both she and the raven think he and his luna moth are the prettiest things they've ever seen. They're also very patient and perceptive of trauma due to (Extensive Backstory), so they're more than happy to take their time with earning his trust. Astarion is very appreciative of all the shiny things the raven likes to bring him, and also that it clawed one of Cazador's eyes out for daring to speak to Astarion like That.

CONC.; symbolism is fun and also painful :)

Daemon names are a work in progress; the muses gave me this then said lol nope and fucked off before I could ask them for appropriate names. Might post them with some sketches of the party and daemons together?

(I wrote this in Notes app at an ungodly hour with fuck all editing. It is incoherent, but if anything is genuinely incomprehensible, please tell me so I may at least try to fix it. Much love <3 if you made it this far you get to know I welcome suggestions for NPCs to give daemons next!)

First edit- I misspelled quiet so many times omfg

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lynlyndoll · 7 months

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Taste

genre: -slightly- suggestive (the name of the song should be enough to realize what kind of fic this will be.), angsty (there are things that would provoke anger for reader and the pair!)

pairing(s): lee know x fem! reader, hyunjin x fem! reader, felix x fem! reader

appearances and specifications: ok, so we have each one of the guys here!! nothing bad, just please do NOT read this unless you are 18+ tbh... there may be just kissing, but it's in a suggestive way.

an: ok, God.. I had this idea for like.. around 2-3 weeks?! but didn't have the time to write it lmao (nor the guts). Anyway, since i listened to taste 20 times already (i can actually show proof for that) i said, WHY TF NOT?! so here it is!!

lee know - 0.8k wc

A party shouldn't be a big problem to you. You loved good parties. What you didn't consider about this party was that your ex was there as well. Everyone knew you and him used to be the power couple, the ones to set the barriers to sky limits in college. And everyone also knew how the most popular couple in uni broke up. It happened a few weeks ago, you came into the apartment both of you shared, full of stress. The only thing you wanted was to be next to your boyfriend. But when you came into the room, your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. What annoyed you the most was that he came back with a wide, drunk smile at 2 am. You were sleeping on the couch, phone attached to your hand in hope that he would at least call. He tried to remain as silent as a drunk man could, but you woke up, staring at him with an annoyed figure on your face.

"Jagi-"

"No, "jagi". Not even a call, Minho? One fucking call?" You yelled at him, letting him look with wide eyes at you. "Where were you, at least...?" You massage your temples.

"At a drink with the guys.." he answered, startled. You weren't surprised. He did this almost every day. You never told him not to go, but sometimes he should consider you. You, his girlfriend, and your needs.

"Minho... I don't... I can't do this." You sighed, murmuring.

"Jagi, what do you mean?" His voice saddened and eyes on the verge of crying. He knew what you meant, but he needed you.

"Minho... you know what I mean." You sighed, getting up. "I can't stay with someone that doesn't consider me as well."

And that's how everything ended between you and him, with tears and misunderstandings. You moved in with your two other friends and everything was fine. At least, that's what you wanted to think. You always thought about Minho, about his scent and about his little jokes. About his cats and his family, which made you feel like you were already in their family. After the break up, everyone thought about both you and Minho, that the relationship was faked, since none of you looked worse then before, but which no one knew was the tears and thoughts both of you had during the night, when everything came back.

Tonight, you see him again. Drunk, with a smile on his face and girls around him, as if nothing wrong happened. You were already at the 4th drink for that night and your judgment was slowly affected. To stop acting like a jealous ex - which you were - you go more into the center of the party to dance.

Tonight he sees you again. Drunk and dancing with a random guy you just met on the dance floor. He tried to take control of his own actions, however, when he saw you and the guy you were dancing with almost kissing, he lost all his temper. He got up, got to you before you kissed the boy and dragged you out of the room, in the dark hallway of the house the party was held in.

"Minho, what the fu-" You yelled at him, interrupted by a kiss. Your eyes widen in shock as he presses your back on the wall. The kiss wasn't soft either, his tongue trying to fight for dominance with yours and you, allowing him. After some seconds that felt like minutes, he broke the kiss slightly, his breath still upon yours.

"Why did you do this, Minho...? We're not-" You try to say, still not looking directly at Minho, the only thing in your sight being his eyes.

"Because I'm addicted to you..." He murmurs in your ear, making your ears red and a crimson shade appearing on your cheeks.

"Minho, you're drunk. Your sober self probably wouldn't even want to do this. Maybe it's just the alcohol in your veins that made you kiss me."

"When I saw you with that guy, Y/N... I want you to just look at me, only me." He says, kissing you, this time softer and slower. You slightly smiled into the kiss.

"Min... I can't kiss someone that I love, without knowing if that someone would really take this seriously." You say after the kiss breaks.

"You either kiss me or hate me, Y/N. I promise to you that I'll never disregard your feelings, but the choice is yours." He says, causing both you and him to feel hundreds of different emotions. Both of you breathed against each other, until you took his head in your palms and smiled at him, locking eyes with his.

"Good. Because I would never want to hate you." You smile and kiss him, pressing him even more on your body.

hyunjin - 0.4k

Between you and hyunjin has always been an attraction. It was never spoken about though, because none of you was supposed to be seen near the other, your families being rivals.

One night, however, after too many shots of soju, he snapped at you, then you snapped at him and everything ended with both of you making out on his couch. In the morning, you were the first to wake up and be concerned of what happened, so you got up and left his apartment as fast as you could. However, with time, this happened more times, eventually wanting more than just sex, so slowly but steadily, Hyunjin and you started dating behind the backs of your families, your friends backing you up whenever it was needed. Tonight, however, you had to stop everything because of your parents.

Your parents found you a match and you had to have an arranged marriage with someone they picked. You knew that if you told the real reason to Hyunjin, he would ask you to leave with him, to forget about this life. You wanted to live and forget with him, but you had duties that had to be fulfilled, and for that purpose your family would never leave you alone. So you told him a lie. A lie that made his heart ache, which made your heart ache. However, he knew you were lying. He knew that your relationship meant everything for each one of you, he knew that arranged marriage happened in the life both you and him lived, so that should've been the motive, but he just didn't understand why you had to live this life.

"Love... " he says, taking your hand in his, his fingers linking with yours. With his other hand, he raises your chin.

"Hyunjin.." You say, your breath on his face, as he locks eyes with you. He leans in, slowly closing his eyes.

One last kiss was all he desired. But after you both narrowed the gap between you and him, he knew that without you, he can't focus on anything else. He knew he's in trouble, your heart full of lies was hurting him, but once you both started, you must be his. He knew he would do anything only to have you by his side. Forever.

felix - 0.5k

It was always the same with Felix, your best friend of 10 years. Stolen kisses in the moonlight, lies that could sweep every girl’s feet and the same sweet, but dangerous tone of voice. You don’t even know how everything happened, how from a perfect friendship, both of you wanted more and that want turned into a need, which slowly turned into a friends with benefits dynamic. No doubt that you wanted him, but you wanted him more than a friend who you fucked for interest, you wanted him as a person who you saw your future with, your partner. Tonight was, as always, the same. You and him, under the sky full of stars, and the silence that always occurred during these times. However, you had enough of his games. He never intended to make a move and if he didn’t, then it was your time to move further and stop this dynamic for good. From tonight, he either would kiss you as a lover, or he would leave you and never come back.

“Felix, I have something to ask you.” You look in his eyes, him already curious.

“Yeah, Y/Nnie?” He says, his sweet deep voice making you shiver again.

“Do I mean anything to you?” You say, your voice slightly shaking.

“Of course, love. You’re my starlight, my best friend, my-”

“Yeah, your best friend.” You look away from him with a frown.

“Y/N, what is it?”

“Oh, nothing, just my mind thinking we could be more than friends.”

“Y/N…” he says, but you cut him off.

“No, Felix. I heard enough and I agree. But I can’t continue with this.” You look at him, eyes focusing on his confused expression.

“Y/N, you don’t understand.” He grabs your wrists, switching his position on top of you. “This is the only thing you don’t get.” He smiles, making you confused.

“What…?”

“Y/N, if you think that I don’t like… No, if I don’t love you, then I’ll make you feel my love, I promise.” He says, leaning in even more, your lips brushing on each other.

“But you said… Now you’re only lying, you’re playing with my feelings.” You say, focusing on his lips, trying to stop your heart beat faster than it ever was.

“I don’t dare lie on this meaningful night, though. It’s my chance to finally make you understand how much I love you.” He says, kissing your lips with an affection and passion that you never felt from anyone, both of your senses shutting down, the only thought being the one of tasting each other as lovers.

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hi!! girl i love your writing <33 could i get a james potter x anxious reader headcanons pls? or like him dating someone who can burn out quickly <33

james potter dating someone with anxiety

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james potter x reader (headcanons) gn!reader

wc: 600

a/n: eva rose!! thank you for requesting <3 this is more or less based on my personal experience with anxiety so please keep in mind that everyone's journeys are different♡

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james is pretty extroverted, and so he's really social most of the time, and he's also not a super anxious guy. so when you first told him, you were really worried he wouldn't 'get it', or understand really

but he's so so empathetic, literally the sweetest boy ever

i think james gets painted out to be kind of clueless most of the time, but with his s/o he's definitely very attuned to your body language, mannerisms, the way you talk, etc. so he can tell really easily if something's up

so consequently if you have anxious tendencies, like bouncing your leg, or fidgeting, or even panic attacks, he's right there to comfort you, even if he's not sure what's up

(side note re: bouncing your leg- he'd definitely put his palm on your kneecap and stroke it with his thumb, trying to help your body calm down)

(other side note re: fidgeting- he'd also let you play with so many of his things- his keys, his dark curls, his fingers)

once you're comfortable enough to tell him about it though, or even if you're not, james does his research

granted it's mostly wikipedia on 'how to help someone with anxiety' but hey, at least he's trying

james quickly figures out how to handle it

he knows that in social situations, eye contact sometimes says more than words can, and you guys can have conversations conveyed in a single meaningful glance

like if he takes you to a party and you get burnt out, or if its stressful, or if you just want to go home, the only cue he needs is a single moment where he can fully take in your body language, your eyes, however you convey your anxiety

and he's constantly reassuring you about everything

james is also undoubtedly sought after- i mean come on, he could be with anyone he wanted

and so its easy to think that he deserves better sometimes, or that maybe he wishes he was with someone else

but james potter is many things, and a player is not one of them

on the other hand, being a loverboy is practically his entire personality

so eventually, when the thoughts overwhelm you and spill out, he's instantly putting your mind at rest, pouting a bit at the thought that you think he would rather be with someone else

"darling, you're not a burden, there's nowhere else i'd rather be"

and he engulfs you in a huge hug and rubs circles on your back, stroking your hair and whispering sweet nothings into your ear

maybe he doesn't always understand anxiety, but he will always quell your fears and reassure you no matter what

also, he'd definitely find different methods of calming you down

sometimes its just talking it out (communication is key, after all)

i think james would also ask remus for advice cause he'd be so worried about not wanting to make things worse or stress you out more and remus would happily oblige

james also learns some techniques from remus, like controlled breathing

"breathe, c'mon darling, in and out"

also the 5-4-3-2-1 method, or some variation of the sort: five things you can see, four things you can touch, three things you can hear, two things you can smell, one thing you can taste

and when you answer to that method, its usually to do with him- the smell of his shampoo, the texture of his tousled dark curls, the sound of his voice- his words are thick with emotion, his tone gentle

he finds that by using grounding techniques, it actually also helps him focus in other situations, which he's really grateful for

long story short: james potter is the best boyfriend ever<3

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Ateez: Scenarios with your necklaces

Heavily inspired by this smau by @ronnierites (hi friend, if you want to not be tagged but leave the link, let me know please❤️) and also my own self indulgence because I wear necklaces. Each member's blurb is between 280 and 320 words but here's a tl;dr:

Hongjoong: getting the clasp fixed Seonghwa: moving the clasp to the back of your neck Yunho: untangling them from each other Yeosang: pulling them out so the charm can be seen San: taking them to get cleaned Mingi: fiddling with the charm/s Wooyoung: detangling them from his own necklace Jongho: keeping them safe (in a special bag) when you have to take them off

Hongjoong: “It’s not that bad,” you tell him over the phone. “I’ll just have to find some time to go to the jewellers. Just an inconvenience really.”

Hongjoong is listening as best as he can on his end with the noise that’s around him. He’s gotten ‘necklace broken’, ‘not bad’ and ‘inconvenience’.

“Babe, don’t stress about it.” He’s interrupted by the rest of the members ‘ooo-ing’ at his words. “I’ll sort it out for you.”

And sort it out he does. It’s a week later when you’re chilling at the dorms with him that you bring it up again.

“Arg. I still need to take my necklace in to get fixed,” you gripe, running your hands over your face.

“No, you don’t,” Hongjoong says from beside you. He reaches to his bedside table, retrieving a small pouch which he hands to you.

In your confused state, you open the little pouch and tip the contents out, only to be met with your own necklace. As you hold it up, you can clearly see that it’s now in one piece as opposed to when you last saw it laying on your chest of drawers.

“But…” You stop, unable to think clearly.

Hongjoong takes the opportunity to defend himself.

“Yes, maybe I stole your necklace but it’s fixed so now you can wear it again. And I got the little bag so that I wouldn’t lose it because I know you…”

He’s stopped short as you place a kiss to his lips.

“Thank you,” you tell your boyfriend. “You really didn’t have to. I know how busy you are.”

He smiles and snuggles a bit closer.

“Never too busy to help you.”

Seonghwa:

Seonghwa loves your necklaces. He loves when they catch the light and he has an excuse to look at your neck. He thinks they look so elegant on you and just… are you. But one thing he doesn’t like about the necklaces is when they don’t cooperate. You couldn’t be bothered to always have them with the clasp at the back because you know that sooner or later it’ll naturally move to the front again.

Seonghwa however, is annoyed by it. He likes when your necklaces look neat, so he’s made it his life’s mission to always, always move the clasp to the back of your neck.

“Love, come here.”

Seonghwa’s voice is calm but you can already tell what’s coming. You walk over, moving your hair out of the way.

“Alright, Mr Perfectionist, get it over with.”

“But… I didn’t even say anything…”

You just give him a pointed look and he relents. He stands up, places himself in front of you and easily locates the clasp. He holds it in one hand and in the other, the charm. Like he’s done a thousand times before, he slides the clasp back before gently placing it down. He has a very self-satisfied look on his face. You pat him on the cheek before returning to whatever it was you were doing before.

Sometimes he just does it without even saying anything which is only a problem when his hands are cold.

Yunho:

Spending time with Yunho is always fun and relaxing but sleepovers have to be your favourite activity with him. It really is like having a slumber party with your best friend: you guys get takeout, watch movies and stay up talking until the early hours of the morning. And, of course, waking up next to him is a great bonus.

“Mmmm… morning,” Yunho says softly; his morning voice is to die for.

You roll over to peak at him with one eye, really hoping that he’ll agree to going back to sleep alongside you.

He smiles and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before lying back down next to you. His eyes look over every detail, taking in every inch of you that he can. He wants to commit it all to memory.

It doesn’t take long for the both of you to end up wrapped in each other’s arms again, sometimes awake, sometimes asleep. It doesn’t really matter. It’s almost an hour later when you both finally decide to sit up and face the day.

“Morning,” you say, stretching your arms over your head.

“Morning, love.” Yunho smiles lazily at you and something catches his eye.

Very carefully, he pulls your necklaces out from your shirt, noticing how they’ve tangled around themselves. Then with a serious look of concentration on his face, Yunho begins the detangling process.

Normally, you would just let them be until later in the day but you don’t want to disturb him. Plus, he looks cute when he’s thinking hard. His fingers sometimes brush against the skin of your neck, tickling you slightly.

Finally, Yunho lets them rest again on your chest before looking back to you. When his eyes reach yours, he smiles and you can’t but smile and giggle at him.

If you could wake up like this every day with him, you would.

Yeosang:

Yeosang thinks that your necklaces are perfect, just like you. He loves when they catch the light and sparkle just a little, making you seem like you’re straight out of a fairytale. So, because of this, Yeosang likes them to be seen (mostly by him) which means he has a tendency to just pull them out from under your shirt at random times. Not that it’s entirely a bad thing. It’s just that the action feels very intimate to you – the way his fingertips dance over your neck as he gently pulls on the chain; his eyes focused until the charms are resting neatly on your clothes.

Time and place, is all you’re really asking him to consider.

You sit with Yeosang at the dorm, along with most of the other members who decided that this was a place to be today. Mingi, Yunho and Wooyoung all sit in the lounge with you two - talking, looking at their phones, whatever. It’s only when you feel Yeosang’s fingers brush against your skin that you realise he wants to do.

“Yeo, please just leave it.”

Your words attract the attention of the others in the room, their heads shooting up to see what’s happening.

“I just want to fix your necklaces,” he says as he works.

“They’re fine, leave them.”

Yeosang looks at you, somewhat confused. You try your best to be discrete as you motion to the three musketeers. Wooyoung already has a cheeky smile on his face, and Yunho and Mingi are eyeing each other.

“Just,” you try to backtrack. “Not here.”

Your words swim around his head before he stands up and grabs your hand, pulling you down the hallway. The calamity of noise that follows you is not unnoticed.

Once behind a closed door, Yeosang returns to what he was doing without even pausing and as he gently places the charms to rest on your shirt, you can’t help but smile. He may be confused, but at least he’s still considerate.

San:

San is always looking out for others and his partner is no exception to this. He’s always finding ways to make your life easier or to simply spoil you. So, you’re not entirely shocked when he bounces into the room one day with a smile on his face and says:

“I need you to give me your necklaces, I want to do something for you.”

Now, you love San but that is a rather strange and vague request. You can’t help the hesitancy in your voice as you reply.

“What exactly do you want to do?” Your hand goes to touch the metal around your neck.

“Please just trust me.” He pouts and you know you can’t resist.

You sigh as you carefully remove your necklaces and give them to San, who can’t stop smiling.

“You won’t regret this, I promise.”

It’s three days later when you see San again. He still has a smug smile on his face that doesn’t even go away when you kiss him ‘hello’.

“So…?” You prompt, hoping to finally get some answers out of him.

Proudly, he holds out a little bag with the name of a local jeweller on it. To say that you’re confused would be an understatement, nevertheless you take it and open it. Inside you can see your necklaces but something seems a little bit different although you can’t place your finger on it.

“I got them professionally cleaned for you!” San finally announces, and you melt inside.

“Sannie, you didn’t have to do that,” you chide.

“I know,” he says, taking the bag back and helping you to put your necklaces back on. “But I wanted to. And I know how much they mean to you so it felt like the right thing to do.”

You smile and hug him tightly, not that he minds one bit. “What did I do to deserve you, Sannie?”

Mingi:

Mingi is a nervous person. He doesn’t often let it show but he is. It’s just that his nerves manifest quietly, in a way. You notice it in the little things that he does or sometimes doesn’t do. He’ll take longer to eat because he’s pushing the food around in the bowl as he thinks. He forgets things like his phone charger when he’s gone for a long time. But the most obvious one for you, is his fiddling.

Pushing his food around while he’s lost in thought. Pulling at threads on his clothes. And your favourite, when he plays with the charm of your necklace. Obviously, it doesn’t happen very often because it’s not like he can just walk up to you and start playing with it. But it’s when you two are lying together, usually on the couch, when you’re supposed to be watching a movie or series, and Mingi’s mind just slowly drifts off. It’s very subconscious that his hand will make its way to your chest or your neck, and pull on the chain that lies there. Without missing a beat, he places and replaces the charm between his fingers.

“Everything ok, love?” You ask as you look up at him.

“Hmmm?” Mingi really has no idea what you’re saying, his thoughts elsewhere.

“You’re fidgeting, love,” you say, glancing down to where his hand is. “Something’s keeping you preoccupied.”

Mingi finally realises what’s going on and he laughs softly in your ear.

“Sorry, I didn’t…”

“It’s ok. I don’t mind.”

You gently reach up behind you to pat Mingi’s cheek before he tells you what’s been bothering him. He continues to play with the charm as he does but truly, you don’t mind. As long as Mingi feels some kind of relief.

Wooyoung:

Wooyoung likes wearing jewellery – it’s an expression of himself. And you love seeing jewellery on him because he just looks so good.

It’s a free day for both of you so you’re making the most of it. You snuggle closer to him as you both lie on his bed, teasing him a bit by kissing near his ear. Wooyoung giggles softly at your antics and tries to pull away only for…

“Ow!” You yelp as you feel a tug at the back of your neck.

“What’s wrong!?” Wooyoung’s tone immediately changes.

He tries to sit up only for you to yelp in pain again. Finally, you both look down between you only to see that your necklaces and his chain have decided to become one piece of jewellery and that’s what’s causing the issue.

“How the hell did that happen?” He asks, already trying to undo the tangles.

“It’ll be easier if you take yours off.” You offer your two cents, to which his response is to unclasp your necklaces instead.

Wooyoung sits back against his pillows and continues. He looks kind of funny, with his chin almost tucked into his neck as he attempts to see what he’s doing; you can’t help the giggle that escapes you.

“What are you laughing at?” He says with a sassy look at you.

“If you just listened to me, I wouldn’t be laughing at you, baby”

He playfully mimics your words softly as he then relents and unclasps his own chain and sets the pile down on the blankets in front of him.

Wooyoung takes his time but soon enough, he’s made sense of the mess you two had made. He pulls you closer and puts your necklaces back on you, and you do the same for him, taking the chance pull him closer by the back of the neck and kiss him.

“Smart boy,” you tease and kiss him again.

Jongho:

“This feels so strange,” you confess, touching your bare neck.

In your other hand, you hold your necklaces. The ones that you never take off.

Jongho is watching with his big, deep eyes as he sits opposite from where you stand in your room. He knows what your necklaces mean to you and he knows that this must be very alien to you.

“It’s like… I’m naked, without actually being naked,” you confess. “You know?”

“I know,” he says, keeping an eye on your hands. “But you’re doing something nice for your friend. I’m sure the photo’s will be worth it.”

You sigh because he’s right and because you now face a new dilemma.

“But where can I put these though?” You say, gesturing to your necklaces. “I don’t want to lose them; I need somewhere safe!”

Jongho seems to pick up that this whole ordeal is rattling you a bit. Maybe it’s the nerves due to the fact that your friend had asked you to model some clothes for their website and now that the day had arrived, you were feeling anxious. Maybe it really was about the necklaces. Either way, Jongho doesn’t like seeing you so worked up about something that in reality was so small.

“I’ll keep them,” he says, taking you by surprise.

He calmly pulls his backpack closer to him and digs around the inside. He lets out a small ‘ahuh!’ as he finally pulls out a little drawstring bag.

“I normally keep one on me,” Jongho admits. “They make us do very weird things for Wanteez episodes and I don’t like risking my jewellery.”

Confidently, he stands up and steps towards you, opening the bag as he does. With deft fingers he picks up the necklaces, brushing his fingertips against the palm of your hand as he does so, and let’s them fall into their temporary home.

The gesture is so thoughtful and sweet that at first, you don’t know how to react. Finally, you do what you do best and give him a soft peck on the lips. The smile you get in return is worth it.

#i have no idea if this will do well or not but who cares #ateez fluff #ateez ot8 #ateez fanfic #ateez x y/n #if there's spelling errors or anything strange please let me know #miss maniacs writing

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Don’t Stop - Eddie Munson & Steve Harrington

A/N: so I woke up today and my brain decided to be nice and work on this so I hope you loves like it!

Request - spideysbae asked: so every friday, eddie arrived first home, then reader and steve, and they would get the place ready to watch a movie with the party. One day eddie doesn't arrive home, making steve and reader freak the hell out and then getting a call from the hospital saying that eddie had overdosed. Once they get him home reader just goes mad and starts yelling at him like "what the hell where you thinking, Eddie?!!?! are you crazy?!?!" and eddie just gets mad too and yells at her back saying that he was just having fun with some friends and he never ment it to go this way. Steve kinda plays the peacemaker and they solve everything and go to sleep and cuddle

Warning: polyamorous!relationship (SteddiexReader); mentions and use of drugs (Eddie overdoses), use of needles, reader is afraid of needles but donates blood to Eddie; it’s a bit angsty but happy ending; I think that’s it, but please always let me know if I missed anything!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things :) gifs aren’t mine :D

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Don’t Stop

All I want is to see you smile If it takes just a little while I know you don't believe that it's true I never meant any harm to you

"Hi, Eddie" you said, entering your home after the longest possible work shift you had ever had. "I'm home love" you said, wanting nothing more than for him to run over to you and wrap you into his arms like he always did.

Every Friday afternoon, the routine was the same. Eddie got home first. Then you. And finally, Steve. Most Fridays you would have everyone over for movie nights. Sometimes it was only the three of you, since, as Steve put it, the kids were now thinking they were too cool to hang out with you. But you knew they still loved movie nights with you all. So, every Friday, as soon as you got home, Eddie would greet you with the biggest hugs he always gave you. But it didn't come.

"Eds?" you asked, confused, looking around the living room and then going over to your bedroom, thinking maybe he fell asleep, but he wasn't there either. You went over to the bathroom, thinking maybe he was in the shower, but you also found it empty. "Eddie!?"

You hadn't seen his van outside, but that car was slowly dying each day, and you remembered he left it at the workshop. Something was wrong. If he would have been held up at a Hellfire meeting, you were certain he would have called you at work to let you know. Maybe he let Steve know? You tried to calm yourself down and walked over to the phone to call Family Video when Robin picked up.

"Oh, hey, hun, how are you? We were just going over the movies for tonight-"

"Yeah, um- that's great, Robin" you cut her off, knowing she could ramble on for hours. "S-sorry to bother you at work, is Steve there?"

"Are you okay?" Robin asked, noticing the tone in your voice.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine, I just... need to ask him something" you said, noticing how your hand started to shake.

"Okay, let me get him for you" she said before you heard some ruckus on the other side. You heard Robin mumbling something about you sounding strange and Steve picked up seconds later.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" he instantly asked. He knew you wouldn't call him at work just to say hi.

"Is Eddie with you?" you asked, knowing there was no sense in lying at this point. Steve would definitely hear it in your voice. You were worried. Eddie was never late. And, if for some reason he would be, he always found a way to let either one of you know.

"N-no" Steve replied and you knew he was now just as anxious as you. "H-he's not home?"

"No" you said, feeling a small tear running down your cheek. You didn't want to think that you were overreacting but something in the pit of your stomach told you that something was wrong. "Did he call you to say he would be late or something-?"

"No" Steve replied. "Don't worry, okay? I'm on my way home!"

"Steve, you don't have to get out early" you told him, but deep down, you wanted him here right now.

"Don't be ridiculous, I'll be there in ten minutes" he said before the line went dead.

You hung up the phone and started calling all the Hellfire Club. Jeff said he hadn't seen him since lunch, and Kevin wasn't at school because he was sick. You then finally got a hold of Gareth, but it only made you worry even more.

"There wasn't a Hellfire meeting this week" he assured you over the phone.

"There wasn't?" you asked, feeling your heart drop. "B-but you saw him at school, right?"

"Yeah" he replied.

"Did he say where he would go after school?"

"No, sorry" he apologized. "I saw him talking to Dustin and Lucas though, maybe they know something" he suggested.

"Okay, yeah, that helps, thanks Gareth!" you said, quickly hanging up and running to your bedroom. On Eddie's nightstand, you saw the walkie-talkie he often used to get in touch with Dustin. You grabbed it, feeling an ounce of hope that he might just be with him and lost track of time or would get a ride with them or something. "Dustin! Dustin, can you hear me?"

After a couple of minutes, you got a reply. "(Y/N)?"

"Yes!" you replied on the walkie-talkie. "Yes! It's me!"

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Is Eddie with you?" you asked, desperately. You felt your heart pounding incredibly heavily as the two minutes it took Dustin to respond felt like two hours.

"Eddie? No, he told us he would see us tonight at your place before he left school" he replied, making your heart stop, just as Steve walked in the door. "Is... everything okay?" Dustin asked.

"Uh- y-yeah, everything's fine, Dustin" you said, trying your best not to let your voice break. "I'll... uh, I'll talk to you later okay?" you said, throwing the walkie-talkie on the couch and walking over to Steve and throwing yourself in his arms. "He's still not here" you said, finally letting yourself cry. "No one has seen him! I called everyone in Hellfire, nobody knows where he went after school-"

"Hey, it's okay" Steve soothed you, stroking his hands up and down your back. "M-maybe his car broke down again and-"

"His car is in the shop" you reminded him.

"Right" he sighed. "Well, maybe he stayed planning a new D&D Campaign and lost track of time-"

"Gareth said there haven't been any campaigns this week and Dustin said he told them he'd see them here tonight before he left school" you said, looking up at Steve.

"Alright, okay, let's just... let's not think of the worst right now, okay? This is Eddie, a million things could have happened. He can just be running late-?"

"But Steve, he always lets us know when he's gonna be late! He once made Dustin ride his bike all the way to my job and Lucas all the way to yours to let us know he would be late" you insisted.

"You're right" Steve sighed, knowing that he was just trying his best to make you stop worrying, but really, he was just as worried as you. This wasn't like Eddie at all.

"What if something happened to him?"

"No, no, no" Steve said, pulling you closer and kissing your forehead. "Don't think that, okay? He's probably gonna walk through that door with like, I don't know sixteen boxes of pizza or something, for movie night, okay?" he said, trying to make you smile. That does sound like something Eddie would do. "Should we... cancel movie night?" he asked, knowing you were definitely not in the mood for it, at least until Eddie showed up.

"I don't know" you said, honestly.

You didn't want to assume the worst and cancel the whole thing if Eddie was just indeed doing something like getting food. But what if he wasn't? What if something was actually wrong? You knew Steve could basically read your mind because he walked over to the couch and grabbed the walkie-talkie.

"Hey, Henderson?"

"What's up, Steve?" you heard on the other line.

"Um, dude, sorry, I think we're gonna have to cancel movie night. Before you start giving me shit about it, I have a massive headache and I really don't want you kids just running around here all night, we can do it tomorrow!" he said, making you smile, just barely.

You had no idea what you would do without Steve. Not only was he doing this because he knew you wouldn't be able to be calmed until you knew where Eddie was, but he blamed it on himself so Dustin wouldn't worry about Eddie either.

"You suck, did you know that?" you heard Dustin on the other side and Steve rolled his eyes. "But, fine, I get it. I'll let everyone know. See you tomorrow!"

"Thanks, man" Steve said before the two of you heard the phone ringing. Steve dropped the walkie-talkie and ran over to the phone before you could get to it. "Hello?" you walked over to him, feeling your heartbeat incredibly fast. "Yeah, this is he" Steve said, looking at you. And then, you knew. You knew your suspicions were right when Steve looked at you with his sad, big, brown eyes and he grabbed your hand, squeezing it tightly.

Something was wrong.

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You ran as fast as you could, trying to keep up the pace with Steve, through the halls of the hospital as you finally reached the reception.

"Hi, my name is Steve Harrington!" he said, looking at the receptionist. "We're here to see Eddie Munson, can you tell me what room he's in, please-?"

"I need you to sit down and-"

"No, no, no! You don't understand!" you interrupted her. "We have to go see him, so please tell us which room he's in!"

"Ma'am, you need to calm down-!"

"NO! You need to tell me where the fuck he is if you don't want me to sue you! Not this hospital! I'm gonna sue you-!"

"Love" Steve tried to calm you down.

"And my husband here is a lawyer!" you ignored him, pulling him with you.

"Sweetheart, stop" he said, pulling you away.

"Did you say you're here to see Eddie Munson?" you heard someone at the door and you turned around to see a nurse nearby.

"Yes!" Steve said, walking over to him, holding your hand. "Yes! That's us, you called me! Can we please see him?"

"Actually he's still in surgery" he said, making the two of you freeze.

"Sur-surgery?" you asked, feeling terrified.

"You didn't say anything about surgery" Steve told him.

"Well, it looks like he went through a window or something and he has a couple of cuts" the nurse said, reading his chart. "We found alcohol in his system and-"

"And?" you asked, feeling scared but angry at the same time.

"Looks like he was taking some kind of medication that shouldn't have been mixed with alcohol" he explained. "Do either of you know what it was? We're still running some tests-"

"Adderall" Steve quickly said and you looked at him confused. "Yeah, he uh- he takes it sometime around exams" he explained. "He had a whole week of exams just these past days and he took some, so... he was probably just celebrating the end of the exams week and didn't think-"

"You know it is extremely dangerous to mix Adderall with alcohol" he said, in a serious tone.

"Yes, sir. We know. Like I said, he might have just... forgotten he took it" Steve smiled innocently.

"Alright" he said, still a bit unsure. "Anyways, he seems to have lost a lot of blood, do either of you have his blood type-?"

"I d-do" you replied feeling your entire body shake.

"Really?" he asked, sounding a little relieved.

"Yes" you nodded.

"Love-"

"Perfect! Let me get someone to help you set up so you can donate" he said, walking over to the receptionist.

You were now sitting on a chair, Steve by your side waiting to get this over with. You hated needles. Steve knew you hated needles, which is why he insisted he needed to be there with you. He grabbed your shaking hand and made you look up at him. His heart broke into a million pieces at the frightened look in your eyes, with tears already streaming down your face.

"I am so sorry" he said, kissing your forehead.

"What are you sorry for?" you asked, genuinely confused.

"I hate that you have his blood type and I don't" he said, wiping your tears with his thumb. "I know how much you hate this" he told you.

"It's for E-Eddie" you said, trying to remind yourself more than Steve. "I w-would do the same for you" you told him. "Y-you know if w-we had the same-"

"I know" he smiled, giving you a peck on the lips. "I love you so much" he said, kissing your temple again.

"I love you too" you replied.

"He's gonna be okay" he assured you.

"He overdosed Steve" you said, with your tone turning a little angry. "He said he wasn't using anymore and he-"

"I know" he stopped you. "We'll figure this out when he wakes up, okay? Right now, you're literally doing everything you can for him and it's more than enough" he said, making you take a deep breath.

"Okay" you nodded. "You're right" you said, trying to smile.

"You ready sweetheart?" another nurse came your way, sitting down next to you. Your eyes widened when you saw the needle on the tray she was carrying. "I promise you'll only feel a small pinch, alright?"

"S-Steve?" you said, feeling your heart racing and he instantly grabbed your hand.

"It's okay, love, I'm right here" he assured you.

"No, Steve, I don't think I can do this, I-"

"Hey, hey, look at me" he said, softly, cupping your face with his free hand and making you look at him. "Just focus on me okay, I promise it will be over before you know it" he insisted.

"Keep talking to her" you heard the nurse tell him.

"Squeeze my hand okay, as tight as you want" he said, still keeping his other hand on your cheek so you wouldn't look at your arm. "You are being so brave right now" he smiled at you. Steve started talking to you about anything. Making you remember silly things to make you laugh. Like your first date with him and Eddie. Or the time you and Eddie surprised him at Family Video and it ended with Eddie knocking over one of the shelves. You were so grateful he was there. You had no idea what you would do without him. Or without Eddie. But you didn't want to think about Eddie right now because you would cry even more. Before you knew it, Steve brought your hand to his lips and smiled. "It's over" he said.

"W-what?" you asked confused.

"We're done, darling" the nurse said, kindly as she removed the needle and place a band-aid on your arm. "That was it! You did great!" she said, standing up and then looking at Steve. "And so did you" she told him.

"Thank you" you said, pulling Steve closer and kissing him. "I couldn't have done this without you" you said as he kissed your head.

"I'm so proud of you" he said. "We just have to wait a few minutes to make sure you're not dizzy and then we can go see Eddie, okay?"

"Okay" you smiled, squeezing Steve's hand tighter.

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It took two more days for Eddie to be in observation, one falsified prescription to Adderall (thank you Suziepooh and Dustybun), and endless conversations with the doctors to convince them that it had been an accident so they could finally let Eddie go home. The ride home was extremely silent, on your side at least. Steve was driving, and Eddie was in the front, next to him. And you were in the back, looking out the window. Eddie kept telling you and Steve how awful the food was at the hospital and how happy he was to be back to him cooking with you but you were not paying attention.

"Did you hear what I said, princess?" he asked, snapping you out of your thoughts as Steve pulled over in front of your home. "You okay?"

You looked at Steve through the rearview mirror and he nodded encouragingly at you.

"Y-yeah" you smiled firmly as you got out of the car.

Eddie had been acting as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn't just overdosed from using drugs and mixing them with alcohol and as if he couldn't have just died. He quickly made his way inside your house, followed by Steve, and then, finally you.

"Fuck, I missed home" he said, smirking at the two of you. You slammed the door behind you and glared at him.

"Okay, enough bullshit" you said, erasing Eddie's smile off.

"W-what?" he asked, a little nervous.

"What the fuck were you thinking, Eddie?" you snapped. "Are you crazy?"

"What are you talking about-?"

"We have to get a phone call from the hospital to know where the fuck you were and you were passed out because you fucking overdosed? Are you fucking kidding me!?!"

"Sweetheart-" Steve tried, but Eddie intervened as well.

"Okay, calm down-"

"How long has this been going on?"

"How long has what been going on?"

"You said you weren't doing drugs anymore!"

"I'm not doing drugs anymore!"

"Guys-"

"Oh, is that why we got a call from the hospital saying that you had just OVERDOSED?" you raised your voice.

"You're overreacting" Eddie said, rolling his eyes. "Is not a big deal-"

"Not a big deal?" you asked, a few tears escaping your eyes. "Not a big deal?"

"Yes!" Eddie said, his voice also rising a little. "I had a fucking awful week, and I just went to make a deal at Patrick's house. The fucking jocks were having a party and I got a few beers and we took some shit and-"

"And is not big deal right?" you smiled, sarcastically. "Why the fuck would it be a big deal you hanging out with people you hate, taking and mixing who the fuck knows what, and having me and Steve worry sick over not knowing where THE FUCK YOU WERE?!"

"Nobody asked you to do that! You're not my mother! Steve is not my dad! I don't have to tell you shit if I don't-"

"Well, you didn't even treat us like we're in a relationship with you, Eddie! We still worry about you! For fuck's sake!" Steve just sighed, knowing whatever he said would just be ignored and the two of you wouldn't stop until you got everything out.

"Don't be so dramatic! It's not like I do this every week! I haven't even done any of this shit for months! It was an accident, okay?"

"Oh yeah, that makes it all better!" you chuckled. "We were the ones that had to go asking everyone where you were! Steve had to leave early that day! We canceled movie night! We had to rush through the hospital and watch you almost fucking die-!"

"Alright, I was never gonna die-"

"And you know what we haven't even heard from you? Thank you, Steve! Thank you, (Y/N)! I'm sorry I fucked up and had you worried! I'm sorry you had to lie to doctors about me being on Adderall and even had to ask Dustin and Suzie to make a prescription so they didn't investigate further on the FUCKING DRUGS I WAS TAKING!" you snapped, Eddie just looked away remorseful. He knew you were right. He had fucked up. "But you're right" you said, smiling as more tears ran down your cheeks. "It's our fault for making it a big deal!" you snapped, walking over to the bathroom.

"Love-" Steve tried to stop you but you flinched away from him and slammed the door behind you.

"Can you believe her?" Eddie scoffed, looking at Steve. "She's overreacting over nothing!"

"I'm sorry, she's overreacting?" Steve asked, in a serious tone. "Eddie, I know you didn't mean to, but you still scared the shit out of us!"

"Oh, come on, Steve not you too! I don't need you telling me how much of a screw-up I am, okay?" he said, throwing himself on the couch.

"What?" Steve asked, feeling his heart aching. "Eddie, we didn't say that-"

"You don't have to" Eddie said, looking down at his hands. "I can see it in your eyes and hers too" he said, quietly. "I know I fucked up, okay?"

"Eddie, no" he said, grabbing his hands and lifting his head so he could see him. "We're just... we're really worried" he confessed. "This isn't like you" he insisted. "(Y/N) came home and you weren't here and... she panicked, love" he told him. "She called everyone in Hellfire, she called me, she called Dustin and nobody had seen you, nobody knew where you were or anything" he said as Eddie looked away but Steve gently made him keep his eye contact. "And then we found out you overdosed and you were at this party with people who you don't even like, doing things you don't even do anymore, Eds" he said, sadly. "What happened?"

"It's stupid" he muttered, looking down as a few tears escaped his eyes.

"Talk to me" Steve begged, wiping away his tears.

"It was just a stupid deal, okay?" he said. "You know Patrick McKinney, right? He's with Lucas on the basketball team" he explained and Steve nodded. "Well, he's one of the not-so-horrible ones and he just asked if I could bring something to his house because he was having a party or some shit" he explained. "So, I went and it was just supposed to be me giving him the stuff and him paying and that was it, I swear, Steve! I knew we had movie night and I didn't want to be late-"

"Alright, it's okay, love" Steve assured him, sensing how anxious he got. "What happened then?"

"Fucking jocks were there" he muttered. "They just... started saying stupid things and that I had gone soft and that I probably couldn't even hold a beer anymore and I just... I let them get to me, okay? I know I shouldn't have but I did! They started saying shit like you were always the life of the party and they didn't even know why either one of you two would be with someone like me, that at least I used to do this shit and I just... I lost it! I'm sorry! And then next thing I knew, I was drinking with them and then I just took a bunch of shit and then I panicked because it was late and I knew you were going to be home, so I tried to leave and I ran through a fucking window door, cutting myself and then I just... I couldn't get up! My heart started racing and I couldn't breathe and then everything just went dark! I was so scared, Steve!" he cried, burying his head on Steve's shoulder.

"Shh, it's okay, love" Steve said, kissing his forehead. "You're okay now" he said, tightening his arms around Eddie.

"I'm sorry" he mumbled between sobs.

"I know you are" he said, pushing his hair away from his face. "We both know" he assured him, giving him a peck on the lips. "You know we love you, right?" he said, cupping his cheek and he nodded weakly, looking away. "Eddie we both love you so much" he insisted.

"B-but-"

"No, not buts" Steve said, placing his head between his hands. "I know you didn't mean to, love. I don't give a fuck what those assholes told you. We both love you so much and we can't live without you! You're our favorite person in the world! And we're not the only ones who love you! You know that!"

"I didn't mean to scare you" he said in a small voice. "Either of you" he said, looking down. "She probably hates me right now and I don't blame her" he muttered.

"She doesn't hate you" Steve assured him. "She could never hate you" he insisted. "She even-" he stopped, sighing.

"What?" Eddie asked confused.

"You can't tell her that I told you because she didn't want you to know" he warned him.

"Know what?"

"You lost a lot of blood because of your cuts” he started. "They needed someone to-"

"N-no" Eddie said, feeling his heart stop. He knew where this was going. "Steve, please tell me she didn't-"

"She didn't even think about it, Eds" Steve said, grabbing his hands. "Trust me, I wish it could have been me, but I don't have your blood type so-"

"Fuck!" Eddie said, placing his hands on his face and brushing his hair away. "Holy shit!" he said getting up and walking over to your bedroom, Steve following him.

Eddie opened the door and found you sitting on the bed, drying your hair with a towel. You were wearing one of Steve's sweatpants and one of Eddie's shirts. You turned to look at him and his heart broke when he noticed your red eyes and puffy cheeks. He knew you had cried while you took your shower.

"What-?" you couldn't even finish as Eddie threw himself at you, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up so you were standing on your bed.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, princess" he said, clinging onto your hips as tightly as he could as tears ran down his face. You turned to look at Steve a little confused, but you knew Steve had told him about you donating blood. You brushed your hand through his hair, just relieved to have him back. You were just going to go out and apologize, but he beat you to it.

"It's okay" you said, hugging him closer.

"No, it's not! I was so stupid and I got hurt and I made you do something that you fucking hate and I-"

"Eddie" you said, quietly, lifting his head and kissing his forehead. "For you, I would do it all over again, love" you smiled, before giving him a peck on the lips.

Eddie looked at you with his big, brown, glossy eyes and sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling you with him.

"I don't deserve you" he said, quietly. "E-either one of you" he said as Steve sat on his other side.

"Eddie, don't say that" Steve said, wrapping his arms around Eddie's waist.

"You would do the same thing for us" you tried to comfort him, grabbing his hands in yours.

"But I'm not scared of needles" he said, looking at you. "And you did that for me-"

"You do a lot of things for me" you told him.

"For us" Steve corrected. "You always make us dinner because we work late" Steve pointed out.

"And you make sure we have breakfast before we leave" you added. "You drop me off at work and sometimes you come pick me up" you smiled, kissing his cheek. "Even if Steve has to come get us because your car breaks down" you said, making him laugh a little.

"Those are only a few of the million things you do for us" Steve said, kissing his temple.

"I'm sorry I yelled" you told him.

"Don't be, I deserved it... I was an idiot" he said, kissing your cheek.

"Yeah, you were" you chuckled. "But still" you said, resting your head on his shoulder as you felt Steve's arms bringing you closer. "We're so happy you're okay" you said, kissing his cheek. "I love you."

"Me too" Steve said, kissing Eddie's head.

"Me three" he smiled, kissing each one of you. "So, you canceled movie night?" he pouted.

"Kind of rescheduled it. Everyone's coming over tonight-" Steve told him.

"What?" Eddie widened his eyes.

"They were also worried about you" you explained. "Especially Dustin, Steve was even a little jealous" you smirked.

"I was not!"

"Sure, you weren't, love" you said, kissing his cheek as he pouted and Eddie smiled, bringing the two of you closer.

The End

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A/N hope you liked it :D let me know what you think! :)

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linawritestwst · 2 years

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A headcanon where s/o keeps teasing riddle,azul,idia and ruggie in a loving way.

touching them (cheeks,neck,fingers,hand,face,arm,leg),blowing in their ears, kissing their neck,calling them embarassing nicknames,poking their cheeks,drawing circles on their hand with s/o finger..

at the end of the day s/o will dote them and praise them for their hard work

riddle, azul, idia and ruggie with a s/o who teases them in a loving way (headcanons) (gn!reader)

riddle rosehearts.

♡ riddle loves you so much, but.. you're gonna be the end of him. riddle gets flustered quite easily and you absolutely love getting all these adorable reactions out of him. yes, you promised him so many times that you will stop, but it's riddle's fault for being so cute! the fact that he's a dorm leader only makes teasing him more interesting, you can kiss him on the cheek while he's lecturing other students or you can casually sit on his lap while they're having a tea party and he's already red. you're not sure if he's red because he's angry or because he's so in love with you.. you prefer to think that it's the latter.

♡ other heartslabyul students find your dynamic with riddle surprising, like, why would riddle fall in love with someone as mischievous as you? is this the "opposites attract" kind of situation? but they're not gonna lie, it's fun watching you tease him, they've never seen that side of riddle before! if most students are quiet about it and secretly find it entertaining, then ace and cater.. yeah, they love bringing up those situations. riddle calls ace out for breaking a rule again and the guy goes "OH DORM LEADER DO YOU REMEMBER THAT ONE TIME Y/N CALLED YOU A CUTIE IN FRONT OF EVERYONE-" r.i.p ace, you will be missed.

♡ sure, riddle can find your antics a bit annoying sometimes, but.. it's not like he hates them. he just wishes you could find a better time for it, he knows that it's more "fun" to tease him when there are other students around or when he's busy, but can you please respect that wish of his? he doesn't mind if you tease him like that in private though, riddle becomes much softer when there's no one around and maybe.. maybe he can even go along with all that teasing of yours. fine, fine, he is your cutie, whatever.. h-hey, can you call him that one more time, please? he just likes your voice, that's all!

♡ but you really do love riddle and you're so proud of him and everything he does! and you make sure riddle knows that. when he's done with his dorm leader duties for the day, you give him a forehead kiss and say that he's done a great job today, he can finally get some rest now, he deserves it. oh, he can sleep on your lap, if he wants to! haha, yeah, you're teasing him again. but hey, you really wouldn't mind if he did that.

azul ashengrotto.

♡ yeah, riddle is easy and fun to tease, but it's pretty obvious that he's a type to get flustered easily. azul though? that "cool" and "mysterious" octoman?.. yes, it's also pretty obvious that he's just like riddle. but at least he doesn't show that side of him that often! it's only you and the leech twins who know about it! well, it's been this way until someone decided that they should tease azul in front of other people more often. and now no one will let azul live this down.

♡ remember how i mentioned that it's only you and the twins who know about that "secret side" of azul? these guys don't do anything to protect azul from you. in fact, they encourage you to tease him more often. it really is so fun to watch him blush and stutter and say "y/n, not in front of the customer-"! and if azul gets on their nerves or does something that annoys them, they can always remind him of all those times you did those embarrassing things to him. they got some good blackmailing material thanks to you!

♡ however, riddle and azul's reactions are a bit different. if riddle just turns into a tomato and it's very hard for him to go back to normal when you're acting like this, then azul at least tries to stay calm and go back to work. yeah, he tries. and it doesn't always go well. this guy will say things like "haha, that was hilarious, y/n! now, if you excuse me, i must-" and you just kiss him on the cheek and go "okay, honey, good luck with work today~" .. he just stands there. why are you doing this to him, y/n.

♡ but yes, he definitely needs some praise from you after that hard day of work. and no matter how much you tease him and make him look stupid in front of the customers, he still loves you and when it gets especially tiring, he reminds himself that when it's over, he can visit you, you'll give him a tight hug and tell him that he did well and you're proud of him. that already motivates him to do better and others can notice him smiling when he thinks about you.

idia shroud.

♡ dear sevens, THIS GUY IS A NERVOUS WRECK. HE'S A MESS. and you love him so much for that! his reactions are soooo cute!~ but also wow, idia, you're this close to losing consciousness when your s/o simply pokes your cheek? so this is what happens when you're single for way too long.. okay, sorry for disrespecting your dating sim exes, idia. but seriously, you didn't expect that idia would get that emotional when you simply show him basic affection, you teasing him can actually become the death of him at some point.. you're not gonna stop though!

♡ idia never knows what to expect from you and his hair can become pink the moment you start drawing circles on his hand or suddenly blow in his ear. he keeps asking why you are doing this to him and you just go "because i want to :D" and you're not lying, you just think idia is so cute, you can't stop teasing him! hmm, what else can you do to make his heart skip a beat? oh, right, why don't you interrupt a board games club meeting to "bring idia something" and call him your little pogchamp when you leave? azul will surely find this funny and your boyfriend will love it!

♡ idia tries to get used to your teasing, saying that "it's obvious you're like those flirty characters from dating sims", but it's one thing when a game character acts that way and it's a completely different thing when you're actually dating someone like that. idia claims that he has never felt anything when a game character flirted with him (he's a liar btw), you're just.. uh.. you know, REAL, so that's why he keeps getting flustered because of you! your answer to that? "ah.. so you admit that you're just really affection-starved?"

♡ sometimes it can be hard to take you seriously because of how mischievous and chaotic you are, but when idia wins a boss fight and you praise him, saying how cool he is, idia knows that you're not lying and you're actually happy for him. no matter how much you tease him, idia knows that you truly love him and making him lose his mind is just one of the ways you express love. and well.. it's not like he's completely against it, haha.. it just always happens so sudden, that's all!

ruggie bucchi.

♡ oh no. oh no, he's panicking. HE THOUGHT HE'S THE TEASING ONE IN THIS RELATIONSHIP, Y/N. WHAT IS HE GONNA DO NOW. okay, but ruggie is actually the calmest one out of these characters. i'm not saying that he's completely immune to your teasing, he's losing it on the inside, but he's just very good at hiding it. he's pretty good at staying cool, because again, he thought he's gonna be the one making you blush all the time, he's not gonna lose to you that quickly. but oh well, that only makes everything more interesting for you.

♡ you and ruggie sometimes have this competition when you both just keep teasing each other, hoping that one of you will show an interesting reaction eventually. and congrats, y/n, you (well, almost) always win. ruggie can pretend that he doesn't care or he didn't hear what you said, but he always ends up blushing and admitting that you won. and it feels great! but hey, you can't just leave him like that, maybe you should give him a kiss so he won't be sad because he lost?~

♡ surprisingly, ruggie is not like some other characters and his face doesn't immediately become red when you tease him in front of others. calling him an embarrassing but cute nickname? giving him a kiss when others are around? NICE, THEY'RE GONNA REMEMBER THAT HE HAS A S/O. THAT'S COOL. but for some reason, ruggie is a lot easier to fluster when there's no one but you around. hmm, maybe it's because he feels like he doesn't have to pretend to be someone else when he's with you? maybe it's because he can relax for a little bit, even if it's just for a moment? who knows!

♡ this guy desperately needs to hear that he did a good job today from you. he gets extremely tired from doing things for leona all day, so after that he just really wants to rest his head on your shoulder, while you tell him that it's okay and he can rest now, he doesn't have to worry about anything else today. and you're not going anywhere, he also doesn't have to worry about that.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twst headcanons #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #ruggie bucchi #ruggie bucchi x reader

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fayes-fics · 2 years

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Ok Faye, do your dirtiest 🫦 pretty please 🙏🏻 😁💕

276. “Bend over and spread your legs”

322. “You take my fingers so well, don’t you?”

66. “I want it to hurt”

Give me mean dom Clownthany, I can handle it 🤤😇😂😘

Take It

Double Bind Masterpost

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Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Anthony gives reader exactly what she wants

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors dni, d/s relationship, mean dom Anthony, sub reader, pussy spanking, fingering, gagging, vaginal sex, slightly rough consensual sex.

Word Count: 1.6k

Authors Note: Hey lovely @iboopedyournose I hope you like this it’s pretty full on and he’s so mean. Of course it’s not a 500 word ficlet, who was I kidding with that idea?! Also err the next fic I publish might lead on from this one. Just sayin’

You're enjoying the ball at Aubrey Hall when suddenly Anthony grabs your arm.

“Did you think I wouldn't notice? I saw you flirting with him.” His tone is bitter as he hisses into your ear.

“I wasn't, sir,” you counter. It’s a slight lie. This secret arrangement you have is so thrilling, hiding behind the veneer of respectability. He pretends to court you in public; in private, he ties you to his bed and fucks you every way. You asked him to ensure that he pushed your boundaries this evening.

“Do you know who he is?” he interrogates.

“It was just a friendly chat,” you defend opaquely, somewhat obscuring the truth.

“My office. Now.”

“But it’s the middle of the party,” you protest, playing the role.

“Now.” He drags you along by the elbow. Discreet enough, it looks like he is helping you through the crowd, but his grip is vice-like.

He guides you into a room with a big wooden desk and a roaring fire and closes the door with finality. But it's the click of a lock and him pocketing the key that causes your butterflies to roar into life. Oh yes.

He crowds into you, and a hand slips around your throat.

“Don’t ever talk to another man without my permission, do you hear me?” His tone is dripping with menace, just like you want.

“Yes, sir,” you meet his gaze, “I’m sorry, sir. Please, will you kiss me?”

“No,” he scoffs, “kisses are only for good girls who obey my rules.”

He maintains his grips and shoves you towards the large bay window containing a couple of chairs and a table.

“Bend over and spread your legs,” he snarls, releasing you.

You obey, your hands landing on the cushioned chair seat.

“Wider,” he commands.

“I can’t, my dress,” you protest.

Then there is a tearing sound, and the warm air of the fire hits the back of your legs. He has just ripped a line up to your waist. He tears open your underwear, and it falls to the ground.

“Open your legs. Don’t test me,” he warns.

You widen your stance instantly.

“Head down” he pushes the back of your head until it's down on the seat; you are almost bent double.

“That's it; don’t you dare move.” His voice is etched with danger.

Then all is quiet. You wait, breathing heavy, anticipation burning hard in your belly.

He suddenly cups his hand forcefully between your legs, his middle finger quests against your clit, the heel of his palm against your opening.

“Who does this belong to?”

“You”

“What can I do with it?” He curls his grip grabbing at your flesh, his blunt nails dragging into your pussy lips.

“Anything you want, sir.”

“I think this cunt needs to be taught a lesson,” he growls,

His hand withdraws then three fingers land a stinging blow on your exposed clit.

*smack*

You cry out, the sensation a mix of pleasure and pain.

“Does that hurt a little, my girl?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good,” he snarls, “I want it to hurt.”

*smack*

You moan. Your clit swells, burns and pulses from the sting. Feeling yourself getting wetter, that ache inside desperate for you to be filled.

*smack*

This blow is different; it’s a whole hand across your pussy, the touch lingering, his fingertips slip against your tingling bud, teasing.

He keeps going, pulling a litany of noises from you. Spanking between your legs, sometimes catching your clit, other times just the sensitive skin around your upper thighs, your lips. Your skin feels hot, swollen, but so wet as you leak over yourself.

“Look at your swollen red little weeping cunt,” he preens, admiring his handiwork. “I think it needs something else, don’t you?”

Two fingers slide into your soaked pussy, and you moan at the sensation. His treatment is not slow or kind - it’s rough, primal.

“You take my fingers so well, don't you?” He chimes over the sloppy wet noises he is drawing from your body.

“Yes, sir,” You should be ashamed, but the sound just turns you on more.

He adds a third finger and flattens his hand, stretching you wide. You feel the squeeze of his knuckles as they drag in and out.

“Oh, it’s too much,” you wail.

“Shut up,” he barks, pushing deeper and faster “you can take it.”

“Please make me cum,” you babble.

“No,” he snipes and stops all movement. You pant hard. “Only good girls get to cum; bad girls get punished.”

He withdraws the fingers and spanks hard against your clit. Then dives back in as you shriek. He’s deliberately pushing you against the line of pleasure and pain, never quite touching enough where you need to bring you over the edge—just an occasional nudge to keep you aching and desperate for him.

He suddenly pulls his hand from you and steps away.

“No sir,” you wail, “please come back.”

“Shut up,” he grouses. You hear him stripping off his clothes.

“Please, sir, I….”

He yanks your head up by your hair.

“What part of shut up don’t you understand?” he sneers into your ear. “Open your mouth, right now.”

You obey. Anthony bundles his silk cravat into your mouth; you can smell yourself on his fingers as he does so.

“Bite down, girl.” Again you obey. “Good. Maybe that will keep you fucking quiet.”

You breathe heavily out of your nose, the silk absorbing all the saliva in your mouth. It’s a lot of material, and you struggle not to gag.

He stands behind you. His hands' band around your body and grab your breasts through your clothing. Then he growls and rips your gauzy dress higher until it tears in two and falls to the ground around you in tatters.

You protest, but it’s just a muffled sound against his silk.

“You’ll have to leave this room naked, so everyone knows the harlot you are,” his tone cutting.

He yanks off your stays, so you are now totally naked. Grabbing your breasts into his hands and pulling you back against him, his heated flesh searing against yours. He surges his cock between your bum cheeks.

“Climb onto the chair,” his voice steely. You do as asked, your arms resting on the chair back, staring out the window into the darkness of the night.

He grabs your hips hard enough to leave fingerprints, and you grunt into your gag.

“Oh, I like it so much when you can't talk back to me,” he chuckles darkly.

And then he's pressing into you. Rigid and unforgiving. You wail around your silk gag as he stretches you more than his fingers ever could, plundering deep and hitting your hilt with a ragged groan.

“Fuck if you aren't made for me,” he snarls and begins pounding into you in earnest.

Your knees chafe against the velvet seat as he drags you back and forth with force, the chair creaking under his punishing rhythm. All you can do is hold on with a vice-like grip and drool against your gag, moaning and crying the whole time.

“Take it,” he growls as he pushes hard, changing the angle of his hips to hit all the way at the top of your channel, where it radiates a tension out across to your hips. You scream against his cravat on every stroke, teetering on the line of pleasure-pain again.

You suddenly see a match spark through the window, and it briefly lights up a familiar face - the man you talked to earlier. You see the glowing tip of a cigarette; it seems he is standing in the darkness, watching you being fucked. You close your eyes briefly to deal with the onslaught of Anthony’s unforgiving pace, and when you reopen them, the man is gone. It must've been a figment of your imagination - a mirage of your heightened state. Anthony fucks you so hard you are seeing things now.

“Now, as punishment, you are not going to cum tonight, do you hear me?” he barks into your hair. “I will take my pleasure and leave you wanting. Maybe then you’ll finally obey my rules.”

You protest hard against your gag, but he ignores all the muffled pleas and ploughs on. Your legs shake from the unforgiving angle he has you in. And just as you think you may collapse, he roars loud in your ear and pulls out, splashing his hot seed onto your lower back.

You are still aching and so close to your peak that you have tears running down your face.

“Did you learn your lesson?” he lectures.

You nod your head, resenting what he is doing.

He grabs your jaw and pulls his cravat out of your mouth. You cough and gasp as your mouth is released.

“Now I’m sending you upstairs to your guest bed, and I forbid you from touching yourself. I will know if you try,” he warns.

“What do I wear, sir? I'm naked” your voice is scratchy and rough.

He hands you his shirt. “You’ll just have to find a way not to be seen,” he shrugs.

“But sir I….”

“Leave now,” he instructs as you pull on his shirt and attempt to cover everything you need, wiping away your tears.

You walk towards the door that he dutifully unlocks.

“I hope this was everything you wanted, darling girl,” he whispers in your ear, breaking character.

You smile over your shoulder at him. “It was wonderful. Please can I touch myself, though? I'm aching.”

“Of course, darling, I want you to think of me when you do it.” his smile is sinful. “But I meant what I said about that man”, he adds sincerely. “Don't go near him.”

You frown but decide not to question it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he presses a quick kiss to your hairline and then shoos you out into the deserted hallway to make your way to bed.

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