#and you're raising your hand like 'why the fuck is this worth shouting'

[screeching-bunny]

I'm intrigued by the idea of yandere priest harem.

Just a bunch of sexually repressed men that now have a tangible person to 'worship'.

Yandere! Priest Harem

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

Tags: @endism

What the fuck. You can’t believe it but you accidentally started a cult. You weren't sure how but you managed to do it. Everything about it was planned perfectly for you. From the moment you were kidnapped to the moment where you gave in, there was always some sort of routine that the priest followed that seemed almost robotic. Every word or phrase spoken to you seemed somewhat rehearsed as if they were doing everything in their power to make you pleased and happy. Everything that you requested or asked for was quickly met. Did you just say that you were hungry? Don’t worry, wait a couple more minutes and a feast will be made just for you. Did something catch your eye while you were shopping? In a couple minutes it is purchased and given to you. Never in your life had you seen a group more downbad people then these priests. They are incredibly whipped for you and treat you as if you were some kind of God.

Although you were kidnapped you soon learned to just accept the role as their false God. Why? Well to simply put you were just plain lazy and if being kidnapped allowed you to live a luxurious life without needing to work then so be it. Screw having a job and screw having to pay for bills. You will accept this position with grace and take advantage of it however you would like. The only thing that bothered you was why the hell were people joining this stupid cult!?!? By now you expected the stupid priests to run out of money by now due to your spending habits but why on Earth are people still continuing to donate to them!?!? There just always seems to be a never ending supply of money!!!

“Did you see them? The God of this religion is such a cutie. Do you think I have a shot at becoming a priest? Hell, I wouldn’t even mind being a sacrifice to them.” (Go away).

“I just donated my entire retirement fund to them. It’s so worth it. Did you see how cute their sneezes are? I could literally just die!!!” (Then die).

“I shook their hand a few days ago with my right hand. I haven’t washed it since.” (Gross).

Dammit that's why. You're so called “followers” were nothing but a group of some weirdo simps. The only thing that you ever did around this place was give speeches to your cult that came right out of your ass and they would eat it up everytime too. It is so bad that you could literally say that the Earth was flat and they would go to war to defend that you were right. You’ve never seen a group of more stupider people. As of right now you were currently giving out one of those bullshit speeches to your followers.

“... which is why cats are superior over dogs. If you have a cat tell them I said pspspspsp.”

One of the priests raises their hand, “Can you repeat that whole thing again? That was super cute and I forgot to press record.”

Another priest responds with, “Don’t worry I caught it all and I’ll send it to you later. In exchange, can I have that limited edition picture of them sleeping with a teddy bear.”

Another voice shouts, “Wait! I have some never seen before photos of them. Are you willing to trade it for the limited edition picture?”

“...”

Later that night you soon discover that there is a “trading card game” going around the cult using your pictures. You weren’t even sure how they even managed to take these photos but they somehow have them and how were these mass produced without you even noticing!?!? Why are they out of stock and why are they so popular!?!? Everyday is a never ending migraine for you. Just when you thought the priests couldn’t disappoint you even further, they always manage to prove you wrong. If they weren’t the ones feeding you, you would have been long gone by now.

Waking up always felt like a struggle most of the time. Like it literally was a struggle because there was always someone in your bed with you. They would constantly cuddle up to you as close as possible and make it difficult to leave the bed with their weight holding you down. By the time you wake up breakfast is already made and there is someone constantly fighting to decide who gets to feed you. After breakfast, you stroll around the gigantic garden that was funded with the money of taxpayers. Afternoons are spent giving out wack speeches and talking to your loyal followers. Dinners are the same as breakfast and there is competition on who gets to bathe with you. Quite often these end up turning physical fights between everyone. During the night you're out like a light and it’s a repeat of everything the next day.

Every passing day makes you so concerned for the mental health of others. There is just no way that any of these people are mentally sane. They have to be on drugs or something. You refused to believe that these were rational adults that are contributing members of society. No matter how much you try to change your personality, they always find a way to coo at you. On the days that you act like a brat you are met with the responses of, “Oh my god look at them pout that's so adorable!! Now step on me–”. On the days you act lazy it’s met with, “You don’t have to move I’ll do it all for you! Just let me lick your–”. Are you acting happy today? Well that's met with, “Your smile is so radiant! You know what would make your day better if you let me suck–”. In the end though it really doesn’t matter because their main goal in life is to forever worship your being whether you like it or not.

#yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere harem #yandere priest #yandere cult

[fillinforlater]

Pink Sheets of the Gangbang Queen

Male Reader x Kim Gaeul

Length: 1759 words

Tags: post-gangbang-unclarity, a fuckton of cum, the biggest creampies you can imagine, sluttiest_woman_ever!Gaeul, riding, reverse cowgirl, mating press, cumming again, surprisingly sweet

TW: nasty, a lot of cum by different people

Credit: @friskyriskywhisky had the idea and wrote most of it, I just expanded it as far as I could. Maybe there will be more Gangbang Queen stuff, but this was basically just a double BFH lol

(A/N: Have fun with this crazy, short piece!)

“I want one more…”

Gaeul lies on her nasty bed, which is not only the size of a New York apartment room but also a lot more comfortable. The fresh evidence of sin is all over the once royal pink bedsheet befitting of a princess, a queen to be more accurate. Her comically large pillow is full of wet fingerprints, there are even hints of Gaeul bending over it because she loves it when men penetrate her from behind and fuck her into the soft thing. The headboard and the walls nearby are all smeared with her own slick and the cum from the dozen of guys who unloaded a week's worth and then some for her, on her, because of her. Who knows how much genetic coding is now dripping down those walls, or the side of her bed or along her thighs.

Either way, Gaeul knows that the pungent creampie of hers only feels this good because at least ten horny men put their spunk deep into her cunt. Be it fat cocks, long ones, small, smelly, oddly shaped—Gaeul takes them all and her insides shape to each accordingly. For the horde of cocks it’s an incredible feeling with a surprising snugness, while Gaeul yearns and shouts (as long as there is no shaft testing her gag reflex) for them to finish quickly and deep. Though a marvelous feeling, she is never satisfied. She needs one more, she doesn’t even care if it’s the tiniest rest or a gigantic, creamy load—all that matters is that he cums inside her.

Gaeul’s once-animated and sex-crazed sexual partners have either left or completely passed out on the floor next to her bed—except lucky you, the only one lying naked next to her. Lucky you, who she now eyes, admiring your features while you're half asleep. She crawls over and gently flips you onto your back, stirring you awake in the process.

In your state of extreme grogginess, you aren't able to tell at first if you're being eaten alive or attacked by a savage animal. Just when your fight or flight response springs into action, a pair of lips press against yours. They instantly calm you down like a mothers embrace after a lucid nightmare. You can't help but smile unconsciously at how gentle it feels. Gaeul’s floral-scented shampoo reassures you who's currently kissing you, her touchy, wet and tender fingers reminding you of the first time she checked out your body…

It was a rainy night in one of the many underground bars in Seoul—the type of bar that makes you raise an eyebrow at first, someone with connections has recommended it, looks suspicious; then you fell into the trap of fun conversations and nice liquor that ultimately led to a selection ceremony. This was the moment you realized why this was not a commonly visited place.

Everyone went silent at her entry. Gaeul, the well-known (at least for most people that regularly visit these exclusive bars) gangbang queen was craving men tonight, many men. She was not picky, in fact, there was only one condition you had to fulfill:

“Three days worth of cum. If you had sex or jerked off during the last three days, you’re out for tonight.”

No one dared to defy her or lie to her. She diligently checked everyone’s balls and was extremely thorough, especially with you, who she gently pushed against a bar stool, hand past your waistband. Your breath hitched, hers too when her slender fingers caressed your balls.

“Tall, horny—and at least ten days of cum.

“I’d love for you to join the after party in my pink bed.”

That’s how Gaeul found you, touched you, lured you in and turned you on, like she does at this moment…

It's been minutes now, with no signs of stopping or letting go from Gaeul, her lips still fully attached to yours just to occasionally back off and peck at it again. The last remnants of a dream that could never match this disappear. They are replaced by memories that slowly creep back and your heart drops. You remember what happened not long ago, right on these pink sheets—don’t lie to yourself, you know it happens every other night.

Those soft lips of hers were satisfying other men not too long ago, fully enveloped around shafts of different shapes and sizes. That tongue of hers glided across the cockhead of multiple partners and made sure that no spot on their balls was left out. She would fill her mouth with as much manly musk and precum as she could before her throat was getting assaulted by who knows how many cocks, endlessly coating the back of it with thick cum and forcing her to gag and cry, which everyone knows is a huge turn on for the gangbang queen.

It’s those lips that form a seal around yours and it’s that mouth you attack lazily with your tongue.

Who are you to complain though? Gaeul is the greatest kisser your lips have ever met. Your obsession with her took control of your life even though you had no chance with her. You're just a nobody when Gaeul is the well-beloved queen. The gangbang queen - for those close enough to be her little circle filled with lust and desire. Yet somehow you saw a chance and took it, even if it means taking sloppy seconds (or thirds? Fifths? Wait, how many guys are here again?).

Your mind snaps back to the present when you feel your cock poking at her entrance. Hang on, did she even—fuck! You shiver in both pleasure and disgust. You're plunged into her sloppy cunt, extremely tight, even after being abused by multiple men (some girthier than the ridiculous sex toys she has in her collection). 

Gaeul’s walls hug your tip first, then slowly adjust to your size, like they have become your personal sexy toy. The pleasure really kicks in when the gangbang queen puts your hands on her hips and adds your name into the mixture of huffs and moans. Her incredibly damp cavern and how slippery her whole crotch is against your own, it displays a reality you don't want to admit: You're fucking Gaeul through the creampie of other men. Using the foreign substance as a sticky wannabe lube as you slowly ramp up your pace, you're thinking with your other head only; that’s not an uncommon occurrence with the gangbang queen around. 

Sex with her has you drunk, dazed, carelessly chasing your own high. You want to be the only one to have your load inside of her cunt. Gaeul yearns for breeding, and the sperm of all the other disgusting men, still unconscious in this room is deemed not enough. At this moment you decide to fuck the creampie out of her and replace it with your own.

You're frantically thrusting in and out of her, she replicates your passion as she rides you. Heaps of old cum get forced out with the assistance of gravity but mainly due to the pump that is your cock and the endless pumping into her cunt. Gaeul switches to a reverse cowgirl position and it's only now that you notice that her ass got absolutely filled as well. 

This should not be a surprise, she is the gangbang queen after all, yet you want to look away. This is exclusively other men's cum leaking out of Gaeul and onto your abs. It feels extremely wrong, fucking filthy and somewhat gross. The eagerness of the girl on your dick makes you forget that though. For a short while, you just admire her back, her small, shapely ass and the way her moans are in perfect harmony with the sound of flesh hitting flesh and cum being squeezed out. 

With your whole cock still buried inside her, bottoming her out, you two clumsily get into a mating press position. Gaeul is the most flexible girl you know, her small frame easily capable of folding and bending into every position you want. This position quickly becomes your favorite, because you don’t have to see her leaking asshole anymore, but you know that she is gaping and the worthless spunk steadily leaves her anal cavity. 

Every time you thrust into her, you see and feel her whole ass and thighs ripple. Shock waves across the smooth, stretched, spotless skin gets sent in all kinds of directions because you dig your hands into it. There's still a disgusting amount of cum defying gravity, defying your forceful pounding into Gaeul, but you are sure that if you just keep on fucking her, and press her whole body into the mattress, the petite gangbang queen will leak out all the rest. Through the lewdest of sounds and a clear lack of stamina, the thought of Gaeul filled with nothing but you pushes you through.

You feel the knot inside you loosen, strings and little last spurts of cum hitting her cervix as your tip is right up against it. Gaeul has her feet right up against your back, her heels pulling you deeper inside her. She's still rutting against you, her clit drawing circles against your crotch enjoying the friction and satisfaction it brings. The art of the orgasm, Gaeul has mastered it. In her scream, you find an infinite sea of bliss. It draws out your orgasm a few more seconds; perfect seconds.

Post-nut clarity kicks in and you try to block out the other people who are regaining consciousness in the room. Witness how ethereal her beauty is under the ceiling light. You want to kiss her. You want to tell her how much you love her. However, the harsh reality kicks in harder than the post-nut clarity as she shifts her gaze away from you and looks at the time. You close your eyes, take a deep breath to cherish just how fucking good her cock-warming cavern is. 

You pull away, unfazed at the mess in front of you at this point. Party time is over and you’re victorious but defeated, a bit deflated even. Why is the girl you’re falling for the wrong type of queen? 

"Hey..." Gaeul reaches out and grabs your forearm and pulls you a little closer to give you one last peck on your cheek. "Drive safely, okay?” Her fingers tiptoe towards your hand until it reaches the back of your it, her thumb gently rubs circles on it. A new level of intimacy that makes your heart stutter. “Message me when you’re back home."

#kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #male reader insert #ive smut #male reader smut #gaeul smut #kim gaeul smut #ive gaeul smut

[purpleenhypen0-0]

Yandere! Enhypen Reaction To You Self Harm!ng

A/N-This is just for entertainment purposes. These behaviors should not be reenacted in real life. Especially self harm!ng. Please don't do that irl you are so worth it❤🥺

Tw-cussing(jus a lil)

I don't wanna include Ni-ki bc of his age and this is counted as a more mature subject to me(you'll be in the next one riri💓)

𓆏Jungwon

You were in the kitchen cooking dinner when Jungwon walked in wearing a white tanktop, sweating enough for little liquid dots on his arms and face. You on the other hand, were wearing a hoodie But you were the worst. "Darling it's hot. You should really take that off," Jungwon says, turning the ac as cold as he could get it. "I-I'm fine won. I'm not even that hot," Your red face said otherwise. Jungwon eyes you. He knows you're hot, even more than he is. So he takes slow steps towards you. "Y/n, show me your arms, now." It was all coming together for him. You looked more drained everyday, sadder, more tired, plain exhausted. You always refused to wear short sleeves, saying you were more comfortable in long sleeves. He knew, and you knew it. "Wonie I... What do you mean?" You knew exactly what he meant. "Show me your arms now," he repeats. Your head hangs low as you slowly tuck your fingers into the hem of your sleeves, pulling them up to reveal long deep marks of pinkish purple cuts. Jungwons eyes go soft, welling up with tears. "I don't understand, w-was it something I did???" He stutters out. Your body fills with guilt head to toe as tears stream down his face. You pull him into your embrace and apologize as many times as you can, promising him you won't do it again. After that day Jungwon isn't as aggressive with you. He speaks calmly and holds his patience. Never raising his hand on you again.

𓆏Heeseung

"Baby hurry up, I have to use the restroom." Heeseung says from outside of the bathroom door. Your heart drops into the pit of your stomach. You panic, washing the blood off of your arms and shoving the razor in a droor. Heeseung gets a little worried hearing the ruckus going on. "Baby? Y/n are you alright love?" Your still rinsing the blood down the sink. "Yea Hee I'm fine! Just washing my hands." You shout, hoping you sound convincing. You weren't self harming because of heeseung, but because of stress. You knew he would blame himself if he found out no matter what you told him. You're beginning to feel dizzy due to the blood loss. Heeseung knows better than for someone to spend 5 minutes washing their hands. He starts shaking the knob of the door, telling you to unlock it and let him in. When he receives no answer, he starts beating through the door with his fist, no cares of the pain and blood on his hand. When he finally grabs the known from the inside and gets in. He's met with your fainted body on the floor. He immediately goes into a panicked state and picks you up, running you down to the car. The whole ride there he's regretting everything, the punishments, the yelling, the jealousy, every time he's laid his hands on you. He was sick for hurting someone so precious. Better yet, making them hurt themselves. He imagines every way to apologize when you wake up at the hospital. Hoping you'll do the right thing and just leave him.

𓆏Jay

Jay is definitely not the most patient person you'll meet. Normally, you were used to the yelling, after all, he never went any further than that. It was a Monday, so as usual, you came home exhausted with everything in you. "Where the fuck have you been," You jumped. It was Jay, his voice sounded more like he was making a statement than asking a question. You game him a confused look, wondering why he looked so pissed. "I don't like repeating myself," he says. "I-What do you mean baby?" You were genuinely lost. "Do you have any idea what time it is Y/n?" You checked your phone. 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙩. You had fell asleep on the bus ride home. They must've gotten into traffic, it happens often. Suddenly you feel the breath knocked out of you, your back pressed against the wall that was inches behind you seconds ago. It took you a couple seconds to realize, he had his hands around your neck. He laid his hands on you, something he swore he'd never do. You tried to let out a sound, anything, but nothing came out. Your eyes starting to blink out tears. You were truely scared of him. He seemed to snap out of his daze, instantly letting you out of his grip. You let out a gasp and ran upstairs to your shared bedroom, locking the door behind you. You were done. You had taken enough of this, his manipulation, lies, psychotic behavior, all of it. You had no where to go. You felt your life collapse in a single second, just when you were starting to trust him. You remembered the first tactic you'd use when you were 15. Something that seemed to take away pain.(IT DOESN'T, THIS IS FOR THE PART, I SPEAK FROM EXPERIENCE) You went into the bathroom and grabbed a razor from the shower, instantly bringing it to your arm, ignoring jays quiet sobs outside for you. "Baby I'm so sorry, please let me in." Nothing. Suddenly he starts shaking the knob. "Answer me Y/n please. You can't ignore me forever, let's talk about this." Your skin was burning, a familiar sting in your veins. His begs becoming more faded. The last thing you saw before going unconscious was a crying jay, on he's knee holding you in his arms all while on the phone with an emergency operator, muttering out a series of apologies.

𓆏Jake

Idk accidental self h4rm bc your a clutz luv☹️

The poor baby had a panick attack when he got a call from you that you were in the hospital, one bc you were in public with other guys that he didn't trust, two bc you were hurt. He only relaxed when you told him you had only accidently cut your hand pretty bad while making lunch(a̶n̶d̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ y̶o̶u̶ h̶a̶d̶ a̶ f̶e̶m̶a̶l̶e̶ d̶o̶c̶t̶o̶r̶)̶ . He scolds you a lil and reminds you to be careful next time. Little did you know, there would be no next time😂 He won't let you cook again when he's not around, no matter what it is. He'll cook it for you. (I hope this one was a little wholesome yandere-ish break from the others 😂)

𓆏Sunghoon

You woke up feeling extremely light headed. Sunghoons bedset tucked around you. You pulled your arms to the side and saw bandages covering them. You think through the day and wonder when you passed out while you were cutting at your wrists. You started harming yourself about a month and a half ago, after finding out Sunghoon was the one who murdered your parents. After all the years he told you it would be okay and they would catch who did it. Giving you a place to stay. Building up trust. Making you love him. He betrayed you. Like everyone else did. You wondered where he was. Laying in the room for another 6 minutes before the door slowly creeks open. Revealing a soft eyed Sunghoon. You could tell he'd been crying, but he still smiled when he saw you were awake. "Oh baby you're okay!" He said with exclamatory relief. Running over to hug you. "I'm so sorry. I promise I did what I did for a reason. I only wanted to take care of you love." Your parents were not the best, especially your dad. They'd both had their moments where they'd lay their hands on you viciously. After a long minute of him explaining while you could do nothing but sit, still processing. You understood where he was coming from. He sat and begged for your forgiveness for what felt like hours until you finally just hugged him and thought he was better for you than anyone else.

𓆏Sunoo

Harming yourself is nothing new. You've done it many times before you were with sunoo. He knows you get stressed easily, so he's very soft with you. That's where his yandere comes in. He's so soft that he wants to keep you from the cold world that hurt you before he came to take care of you, so he can keep you safe and under his loving care. So what does he do about school, well the answers simple, he drops you out. But, he has no clue of the thoughts about college racing through your mind lately. Wondering if it's too late to try school again. Better yet, wondering if sunoo will even let you go to school, let alone college if you ask him. Stress building up. Your sensitive body isn't mentally built up for all the hard thoughts you put on yourself. Normally, you just tell sunoo and he makes it all better. But this is different, what if he gets upset with you for wanting to go back, what if he leaves you? Sooner or later, you let your mind get the best of you and felt like you couldn't talk to anyone. You pick up a pair of scissors, slowly opening them, you eyelshes shiny with soft tears. And cut one little line on your lower arm right above your wrist. *click* Sunoo's home from school(he goes to a private) "Sweets, I'm home." He calls out. You wanted to drop the scissors and run. But you couldn't, regret. That's what it was. You couldn't just tell sunoo. You burst out crying. Hearing the noise, Sunoo rushes over to the kitchen. He takes a moment to process what lies before him. Once he realizes what's going on, his heart shatters. He drops his bag and runs over to you, pulling you into the warmest hug possible. He didn't even care to ask. He didn't want to make it any worse than it already was. Long story short you explained to him later(after pinkie promising to never harm yourself again) and he let you go to his school with no hesitation. Don't expect him to not tug you away from guys he's not familiar with, you are his and his only after all.

I'm sooo srry ik it's not my best but I was in a big rush, if there is anything you would like to correct/add I would love if you did so💓Thank you sm for reading!

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[angelstate]

(Don't) Say You're Sorry, Please.

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem! reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Happy Ending!

Warnings: harsh argument, cursing, mention of alcohol and reader getting drunk, explicit emotions, symptoms of mental illness.

Summary: you and peter were no longer happy, it took a big fight, harsh words and some time apart to realize how much love you felt for one another.

Words: 3k!

you didn't know how it got to this point, when the calmness of a silly discussion turned into a heated argument and a silent competition of who could scream harder horrible things to the other.

It got to the point where you had been crying for so long it was hard to breath and your eyes sting every time you blinked, it felt as if your stuck in the middle of a panic attack and couldn't get out of it no matter what you tried to do.

You didn't even remember when everything went wrong and you ended up here, it was like all your memories had been swept away and now there was a recognizable emptiness that the both of you shared.

you knew everything but could remember nothing.

you didn't had what it took to fight like this with Peter. You didn't have the voice, the feelings or the calculated thoughts to defend yourself.

You threw weak attempts of calming the situation but nothing worked so you let the venom that was boiling in your chest spill over and make you say things you would regret.

The love was long forgotten.

"just shut the fuck up, peter! for once in your fucking life shut the fuck up. You aren't the voice of truth all the fucking time, sometimes you are in the wrong, get over it for fucks sake!" You screamed at him and pulled your hair in an attempt to let out some of the anger you felt.

"i should shut up?! You're the one who acts like a fucking bitch all the goddamn time. You are fucking insufferable, i swear to god sometimes i can't fucking understand why i even put up with your shit!" peter screamed back at you, he was pointing at you the entire time. blaming you for this.

"you put up with my shit?! I'm the one who has a fucking super hero for a boyfriend. If anyone is putting up with shit is fucking me!! You always get hurt and put yourself in danger. you run to saves stranger from small fucking crimes, but who takes care of me?! You love playing hero but always end up getting hurt, What is going to take for you to realize that you are not prepared to save anyone!!" You screamed as loud as you could everything that came to your mind.

You were so done with this shit, with the argument, with the super hero bullshit. It was draining, being there to help peter get healthy every time he got hurt stopped being out of love but obligation.

While he took care of the city you were left to take care of him, but who was making the time to take care of you? Nobody. Nobody was taking care of you.

"i'm not prepared?! I have saved the world more than once! I've gone through hell trying to keep everyone save!! Im more than capable of saving people from small shitty crimes!" peter said trough gritted teeth.

"then why, tell why the fuck you can never help me?! Why you can never save me?! Am i not worth your stupid help!!?" you felt tears starting to leave your eyes harder than ever.

You knew that there was no way you could ever recover from this fight and be like you were before; this was a breaking point that was long time coming in the relationship.

"i don't help you?! every second that I'm not being spiderman im by your side fucking teaching you to not fuck up like you always do!" Peter screamed and raised his hand, closed his fist before letting his arm fall back down.

"you are so full of shit" this time you didn't shouted, your voice was trembling and soft, your throat wasn't prepared for any more screaming.

"you are so full of shit, Parker. we are never together, if you're not being spiderman you're busy doing shit to get better at being a super hero. You are never here for me. Im sorry that when i see you after a long time i want to tell you how my life has been. Im so fucking sorry i want you to be here for me." Your eyes filled with tears again your vision was blurry because of it but you didn't let any more tears fall. This wasn't worth the pain.

"im full of shit for being a super hero? Im so sorry if I'm not here because im saving people's life. I have so much shit going on that the last thing i wanna hear is more problems you want me to fix. I am so fucking sorry i can't fix your fucking life, you won't believe how much bigger problems i have to deal with outside of this fucking room" peter spoke his voice was stern.

In that moment, you realized something. You weren't his first priority. You weren't even on the list of things he worried about.

Why were you still here with him? Why haven't you walked away from a place you clearly weren't wanted in?

You loved peter so much to the point you forgot that he should love you too to be together.

"i think we need a break from each other" you whispered and rubbed your eyes to get rid of the tears.

Silence.

Peter didn't said nothing, just stood in the middle of your room looking completely lost. his eyes for the first time tonight filled with tears and his lower lip quivered in what you could only describe as pure sorrow.

"you don't mean that" peter said and tried to get close to you but you took a step back and embraced yourself.

"it's for the best, peter." you reassured him. it was really for the best. This time it had gotten too far to not notice the two of you needed space.

"no no no, I'm sorry, ok? Im really sorry. Please don't break up with me" peter pleaded.

"don't say you're sorry, please. we just need some time alone." you hugged peter one last time.

"we'll fix this, right?" Peter whispered in your ear and tighten his hold on you. It was so hard to let go.

you couldn't respond, no didn't knew if this could be fixed.

peter just took in your silence and kissed you for the last time, just way to promise to not let the relationship die tonight.

___________

Three weeks had passed since the fight.

thinking back to that night felt like a dream, you could feel the guilt of everything you said weight heavier and heavier every day.

You regretted everything you said, every word you let out that night. you may have ruined one of the only good things in your life out of pure selfishness.

peter and you rarely talked, there was nothing to say, no. There was too much to say and that scared the both of you. what if one you had realized the relationship was going to be fixable?

The fear was ingrained in the both of your minds, both of you suffering because of the same fear.

"how is she?" Peter asked mj, who was concentrated eating her lunch.

"your ex girlfriend?" Mj said sarcastically and looked at peter with boredom.

"we didn't broke up" peter said quickly, the title of ex girlfriend made his heart clench in pain.

"she's sad and doesn't look good at all, Parker" she said honestly and looked at her food before continuing.

"if your dumbass checked on her you would know that" she said and took a bite of a mini carrot.

"we are taking some time apart" peter defend himself, it was true but that wasn't the reason he checked up on you. He was scared of seeing what the decision made to you.

He had shattered since that night, crying anytime he was left alone with his thoughts. He feared to see you in a worst condition than he was. Scared to see how his words bruised you.

"yeah? maybe try spend a life time apart because you don't want to see how you left her, Parker." Mj said in bitterness, you were her best friend and seeing you in pain because of him didn't sat right with her. She understood the situation but would always make the people that hurt you hurt too.

Peter just sat there, looking worried and sad.

You were feeling like shit, every inch of your mind was filled with sadness and your body reflected your state of mind so clearly it was embarrassing to go out looking like the human version of sadness.

right now, you were in one of the stalls of the girls bathroom, trying to eat your lunch but you had no appetite, you stopped feeling hungry two weeks ago.

You couldn't eat, so you took supplements like candy, trying to keep your body healthy but it didn't worked. You lost weight and looked pale.

But it didn't really mattered, nothing felt like it mattered. In your mind, you had no reason whatsoever to care about yourself or anything at all.

_____________

It was Friday night and you were drunk as fuck. not in a party, just in the solitude of your living room, lit cigarette in hand and a tall glass filled all the way with pure vodka.

the tv was on, the movie 'The perks of being a Wallflower' playing but the sound acting as a background noise because all your attention was on your phone, waiting for a message from him to pop up.

How much you wished you had the courage to message him first.

You took a big sip from the glass and felt the familiar warm spread in your chest, your empty stomach had been suffering all day and now was experiment the harshest treatment you had ever put it through.

Not even in your high school years you were careless enough to not eat anything before drinking strong alcohol.

"say you're sorry, please?" you whispered to yourself, trying to force yourself to call him, to admit your mistakes and beg for forgiveness.

You spend two hours staring at your phone, all the vodka in you glass had already disappeared and the entire bottle followed soon after; before you even realize it

"I'll say I'm sorry, please forgive me..." you whispered and pressed to call peter. you put the call on speaker and held your phone close to your mouth.

You had your knees to your chest and had wrapped a blanket around yourself, trying to stay calm and collected.

"hello?" Peter answered the call.

"hi...pete" you said, voice dripping evidence of your drunken state.

"how are you, y/n?" he asked and you heard how he sat on his bed from the way the springs made a uncomfortable sound.

"i'm.. I'm drunk" you admitted and laughed a little.

"I, I really wanted to talk to you, pete." you're voice broke, and your eyes glossed over with tears.

"I wanted to talk to you too, flower" the pet name made your heart clench.

"really?" you asked, your tone filled with the warm that the pet name created in your soul.

"yeah, i was thinking about you, i used my telepathic powers and you called" he joked and you giggled.

"thanks for using your powers, pete" you took a deep breath.

"i called because i want to tell you something" you said and heard how peter took a deep breath.

"tell me, flower. Im all ears" he spoke sweetly, so sweetly you felt your heart clench again.

"i just, i wanted to tell you that i'm sorry, i'm really sorry about everything i said when we were fighting." you took a pause and to stop the tears from falling.

"i don't 'up with you', i honestly don't even know why i said that. you are amazing to be around and i was wrong for saying differently. you're a great super hero and the fact that you put yourself in danger and get hurt just to save other people is admirable. You're more than prepared to be the biggest super hero the world has known" you let out a shaky breath, your eyes betrayed you and multiple tears fell from your eyes.

"and you're right, you do help me to not do stupid things. I just...i just feel like i'm not worth it enough of more attention than the one you give me to save me from my stupidity."

"and lastly, you're not full of shit. That's me, not you. I know you have bigger problems than giving me attention just because i feel like im entitled to your time. I feel really guilty for everything i said. Forgive me, please?" You finished speaking.

Peter was speechless, and his heart already broken heart, ended breaking completely when you bed for his forgiveness.

You beg him for forgiveness? how could you feel sorry for saying the things he needed to hear to wake up and realize he wasn't a good boyfriend? You opened his eyes when you spoke up about how abandoned you felt because of him never being there for you.

If anyone should apologize was him.

"flower..." Peter sighed.

"yes?" You responded, voice shaky and anxious.

"I'm sorry for everything i said too. I shouldn't have called you a bitch. You're not insufferable, your the sweetest and loveliest person i have ever met. i'm grateful that i have you in my life."

"and you're right about me never being there to give you anything other than help, i love you and i thought that just because you knew that i didn't have to remind you every day. you have all the right to tell me how you feel or what you're going through and i should always be there to hear you. I know that you don't want me to fix your life or your problems. You only wanted to be heard but i didn't care to listen at the time."

"thanks for believing I'm a great super hero and I'm sorry that I've been saving people without thinking about how me getting hurt so much and running to you to heal me affected you. I've been selfish in our relationship just because i wanted to be selfless and save people. Forgive me, please"

Peter asked and you took a deep breath.

"if i forgive you will you forgive me too?" you asked back, you also wanted to be forgiven.

"of course, flower" peter answered and your heart skipped a beat.

"then, i forgive you, pete." you said and felt a smile forming on your face.

"i forgive you too, flower." Peter smiled too.

All the weight you have been carrying on your shoulders was lifted just like the light on your soul, you could finally live again. No more sorrow and pain.

"I'll see you tomorrow, right?" You asked with hope.

"yeah, we'll see each other tomorrow" peter made the plan of showing up at your apartment tomorrow, make everything right and give you all the affection and time you deserved.

______________

(a few months later)

you were sleeping peacefully in your bed, wrapped up in blankets and softly breathing. It was spring break and you have spent all day cleaning so you were having your well deserved rest.

that was until you starting hearing something hitting your window, being a light sleeper you woke up almost immediately, you checked the time on you phone '01:23am'

Still being half asleep you didn't even thought about what who hitting against your window because it was obvious, you stood up, walked over to the window, opened it and turned around to lie down again in your bed.

"hi baby" you said when you were back in your bed, this time your back against the wall to give peter space to lay down with you.

"hi flower" peter pressed the spider in the middle of his suit making loose and fall of his body.

He picked up the hoodie that was on your desk and put it on before laying down beside you, almost instantly he hugged you and you wrapped one of your legs around his waist to bring him closer to you while one of your arms wrapped around his next. Your free hand started caressing his hair sofly.

"how was night patrol?" you asked, your eyelids already closing in tiredness.

"it was calm, i just helped a few drunk guys get home" peter said and rubbing your back, drawing random shapes with his fingers.

"that's good" you whispered.

"go to sleep, flower." peter whispered against your ear and tighten his hold on your waist making you be totally pressed against him, your face in the crook of his neck.

"goodnight spidey" was the last thing you said before falling asleep.

"goodnight flower, i love you" peter kissed the top of your head before falling asleep too.

The both of you finally being the happy couple you deserved to be. The love you felt for each other was no longer forgotten in the pain of misunderstood emotions, now it was more alive than ever, burning and keeping you warm and safe from all the sorrow you had to go through to be happy with peter again.

Everything was fixed and was better than the first time you started to love each other.

There was no longer pain, just peace and the comfortable bed of love the both of you slept in for the rest of your life.

How beautiful it was to love Peter, forever save in his arms.

#peter parker #peter parker fic #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker x reader #spiderman #tom holland spiderman #spiderman fic #peter parker angst #peter parker fluff

[amywritesthings]

silver underground. / chapter nine.

( Read on AO3 )

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F!Reader (Attack on Titan / Shingeki no Kyojin)

Word Count: 3.3K

Summary: Day 162 - also known as the first day of the expedition

Warnings: titans, blood and violence mention, arguments, semi-gaslighting, …things get heated in a wink wink nudge nudge way

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CHAPTER NINE.

“Head’s up! Titan spotted on the northeast.”

It’s the first time the Captain of the Special Operations Squad has spoken to the group this morning, inching towards the early afternoon.

The team formation is simple: you’re dead center in a protective diamond while Levi’s black stallion charges in the lead. This was a non-negotiable decision, unanimously agreed upon by your Scout colleagues. 

Your safety, as they claim, is their top priority.

(The mission, as you'd argue, should be their top priority instead.)

And after yesterday's argument, you still feel sour. Devastated. Low, like their efforts don't really mean much.

Lack of sleep can get your comrades killed.

Why would he say that? Did Levi do something wrong when you were still yourself?

Through supper and well into the evening hours, you're stuck on that very question. Every word, every syllable, is loaded.

Lack of sleep can get your comrades killed. Don’t repeat past mistakes.

Just thinking about it breaks your skin into a cold sweat.

(Was it not Levi who fucked up, but you?)

You can’t ask.

Levi managed to avoid group breakfast in the crawling dawn, out of sight and out of mind until the agreed upon expedition hour — 06:00 hours — came to a head.

"How big is it?" Eld asks, squinting against the sun.

"Three meters at most," Levi states.

“I got this,” Eld promises, breaking formation at Levi’s right hand as his horse gallops to the right side of the diamond.

The decorated steed veers into the east, before a burst of life ignites the wires of Eld's ODM gear.

He latches onto the nearby tree trunks, zipping through the field to eliminate the problem.

“Show off,” Oluo huffs.

You continue riding along with the rest of the group, watching as the three-meter titan goes down without much of a fight. Eld uses the fallen body to latch into its skin, zipping back towards the group with ease.

Killing titans is easy.

Predicting where they might come from is where it gets tricky.

It’s like this for hours — spotting rogue titans, mostly under five meters, mindlessly wandering the fields of what used to be. The squad takes turns destroying the humanoid creatures, giving everyone ample opportunity to get their blades wet.

Everyone but you.

After yesterday’s fight, you’re too scared to ask Levi why — so you keep your mouth shut.

The tension is palpable despite your best efforts; Petra gives a look every few kilometers, curious as to why you have yet to speak up or participate in sporadic conversation. In your peripheral vision you see the way her round eyes scrutinize your face, nose scrunched in interest.

You only stare ahead at the tail of Levi’s horse.

“How much further until we set up camp, Captain?” Gunther calls from the back of the diamond.

“A few kilometers,” Levi supplies. “We’ll tend to the horses and set up a watch rotation for the night.”

“Calling dibs on second!” Oluo shouts to your left.

Petra’s head whips to the side, her arm raising to signal the rest of the group. “Another three-meter on my side! Want James to take it, Captain?”

She must see it. She must notice how you’re itching to get into the action, to prove your worth on the team.

You stare ahead, blinking up to the undercut disappearing and reappearing from the whip of raven-black hair.

Mentally, you try to form a psychic link.

Let me, you beg. Let me show everyone that I’m not a waste of space. Let me show you that I’m still me, whoever she is.

Levi takes a moment to think about it before speaking.

“Gunther, take it down.”

You deflate, your fists loosening on the reigns of your horse.

You could do it — break formation and ignite your ODM gear — but that runs the risk of slamming into Petra if she doesn’t duck.

The diamond has, quite literally, trapped you in.

Gunther doesn’t hesitate to act. With the sharp whiz of his ODM wires, the man abandons his horse at the back of the formation. His blades extend from their rectangular sheaths.

Within minutes, the titan goes down with a wail.

To not run into any abnormal titans so far is only a blessing — but the nearing forest, dense with tree trunks and overgrown bushels of leaves, is anything but.

You don’t need to remember how this goes to know the forest is a death trap.

Still, the tall trunks will provide ample vantage point for the nearing evening.

Levi holds a fist up at the mouth of the clearing, causing all horses to cease. Their puffs of exhaustion mix with the serene ambience of chirping birds and singing crickets.

It’s hard to forget how easily a titan can sneak in for a meal here.

“Set up a shelter and start a fire,” Levi orders, hopping off of his black stallion to turn towards the group. His eyes connect with every squad member — everyone but you. “We’ll stay here for the night and push on in the morning.”

“Captain,” you blurt, the intrusive thought hitting your tongue well before you can stop it.

Levi continues his air of boredom, but his eyes belatedly glance towards you. “What is it, Lieutenant?”

Your eyes connect.

Your stomach churns with transparent butterflies.

“Since everyone else spent the day taking down titans, I volunteer first watch,” you state.

“Denied,” Levi answers.

Your eyes widen a fraction of an inch. “What?”

“I always take the first watch.”

Like you’re supposed to know that already. Your body flushes with embarrassment.

“But I—”

“Actually, Captain, the time that’s spent with the rest of us resting could benefit James’ understanding of the mission,” Petra chirps as she dismounts her horse, rubbing at her stiff wrists. “I think James has been eager to help. And if she’s taking first watch with you, then we know she’s in good hands.”

You whip your attention towards her, shocked she spoke up at all.

The men grunt with approval of the redhead’s offer, stretching their limbs to relieve some of the long ride’s aches.

Captain Levi’s expression darkens, but he doesn’t say anything.

Petra doesn’t look your way, not when she’s already turned six shades paler with worry that she overstepped with Levi. Instead she pretends to look around at the nature surrounding the group.

She disappears into the middle of the group, decidedly fussing over the makeshift fire Oluo has started with dry twigs and other nearby supplies.

Had she meant to do that? Question Levi's comfort? It doesn’t seem like it.

Either way, you’re now trapped with two very real facts:

One, you’re taking the first watch of your first real expedition.

And two, you’re doing so with Levi, who cannot back out without arousing suspicion.

A wire whizzes above your head.

With that, Levi Ackerman disappears from view into the tall, tall trees.

You rearrange your cloak, mindful of how heavy the blade sheaths are at your hips, before igniting your ODM gear to follow. Wind whips against your face, cool and crisp.

From up here, you can see everything: the vast field leading back to Wall Rose, the dilapidated buildings of a civilization that once was, the life that found a way where titans cannot reach.

It would be peaceful if you were up here alone, but you’re not.

Levi is already crouched by the time you reach the highest branch. Beneath your feet is a massive expanse of flat wood, likely hundreds of years old.

The heels of your boot click when you float down onto its surface.

The captain says nothing.

For a few agonizing minutes, it stays that way. Birds chirp. Fireflies float. Cloaks billow.

This is going to be the longest watch of your life.

Sitting down on the flat trunk-like branch, you run your tongue against the seam of your lips.

You shouldn’t—

You can’t—

But you do.

“Y'know, we have to talk eventually.”

Your voice, echoing gently at this high altitude, surprises even yourself. A part of you wishes you could take it back, to keep your mouth shut, but another part?

Another part knows the entire expedition can’t last like this.

Captain Levi stands from his casual kneel. “No, we don’t.”

You sigh with exhaustion, but it isn’t from the grueling ride out to the forest. “I didn’t act out my memory maliciously, Levi.”

“At the moment, you will address me as Captain.”

Your eyes connect with the gray of his. His voice is hollow.

“Seriously?” you mumble.

His brow quirks. “Am I laughing?”

This? This is fucking ridiculous.

Rising to stand, you brush off rogue specs of leaf from your uniform. 

“Look, I don’t know what’s gotten you so freaked out, but I thought you would enjoy the surprise, Captain.” You dislike how angry you sound, but you are — angry. Mad, that he won’t speak to you clearly about the situation. “As far as I could tell, it was a happy memory for me.”

“A happy memory or not, it wasn’t appropriate,” Levi snaps. “Sneak-attacking what you remember and what you don’t doesn’t—”

“It wasn’t a sneak attack!” you protest in a yelp.

“It is.” He argues. “It was. Because I need to know how to act accordingly around you—”

“Captain—”

“—and being launched into what used to be doesn’t help.”

Into what used to be.

How to act accordingly around you.

A larger bird than the blue jays in the area coos overhead — possibly an owl, hooting as the night takes over the sky.

The tension can be cut with a knife as Levi stares at you, and you stare back. You try fitting the puzzle pieces together without saying a word.

Why does he have to act a certain way around you?

Does this have to do with what happened on the supply building roof at headquarters?

“Captain,” you slowly start, choosing to remain civil. Respectful. “I apologize — for catching you off guard, for not fully understanding the gravity of the situation. I recognize that you and I have history, whatever that might really be.”

There.

History — recognition flickers in his gaze.

Commander Erwin’s words come flooding back to the forefront of your memory:

I had anticipated this… situation to be a bit of a shock to him.

The spars. The special treatment. The way he sat with you on that roof.

You remember looking up at Commander Erwin with surprise when he asked if Levi had visited you during your recovery within Trost Headquarters; the way he appeared surprised when you told him that Levi never once showed; the moment he made you question everything.

We returned two weeks ago from the expedition. I assumed he would have at least attempted once.

You were surveying the cadet training, sir, you told him.

I was, Commander Erwin confirmed, but he wasn’t.

Then where the hell was Levi, if not with Erwin?

“You’re taking the second watch,” Levi decides with an abruptness that catches you completely off guard. “Ask Eld to cover you.”

His words are a cold splash of water to the face. “Wait, are you serious?” Levi is expressionless. “No. No, Captain, I am not leaving.”

There is a hint of anger in his clipped question.

“Are you disobeying direct orders?”

“That wasn’t a direct order, sir,” you reply. “You never ordered me. You only told me. There’s a distinct difference.”

His eyes narrow. “Don’t be a smartass.”

Except the murmur is a thinly-veiled threat and nothing more.

Somehow you’re confident enough about it that you take a few steps into the wide gap between you.

“You said you wouldn’t shut me out,” you urge softly, hoping to spark his own memory in your panic. “I made a mistake and I am sorry for it, but—”

“No, shithead, what I said is that you need to leave.”

You frown. “But why? Why can’t we talk?”

“Disobeying orders and questioning your superior. Are you trying to rack up all possible offenses in one night?”

“You are not my superior, Levi. Not technically. Captain, Lieutenant, it’s all arbitrary bullshit Erwin made up.” Your eyes squint to narrow slits as your frustration climbs. He doesn’t correct you when you sneer at his first name. “I am trying to understand why you became so freaked out over a silly move I pulled when we were teenagers—”

“Enough.”

“—and why saying some silly phrase like dirty trick is such a big deal to you so I don’t make the same mistake again in the future!” you continue. “Because if I missed something? Because if that moment of us in the Underground is linked to something bad that I’m not remembering, since it feels pretty good to me when I say it—”

“I said enough,” Levi barks.

Something ignites in you to step forward, teeth bared.

“Don’t talk down to me like a fucking cadet, Levi.”

A flinch of muscle is all you need to see to know that Levi is as surprised as you to hear the acidic swear on the tip of your tongue — both brows move north from their neutral position, and suddenly the air feels thick.

“Is that not what you are?” he challenges, low and dangerous as he mirrors your step forward. “Because last I checked, you were barely a Scout anymore. You were just some dumbass with a fucked up memory.”

The insult stings its intended target.

You wince, but hold your ground.

“Now you’re saying shit to hurt me because you’re scared.”

“I’m not.”

“Levi, you’re being mean,” you murmur. “You hate not having control. I get that. I hate not having control over my own head, but you don’t get to be an asshole so you can feel better about a fucked-up situation.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I do, and I’m tired of you pretending I don’t. Hiding away from me doesn’t protect me.”

You trudge closer towards your captain, but he bridges the gap for you: one step of his boot and he’s eye-to-eye with you, here, in the middle of this clearing.

The green flecks in the gray of his eyes bring some sickening softness to your belly, quelling a fraction of the fire within. It reminds you of summertime and darkness. A dichotomy of things you once loved — and things that once scared you.

Levi stares head on, seemingly disinterested in your psychological assessment.

Yet when your eyes drop to his arms, you see the most obvious tell of all: his fists are pale, fingers gripped in white-knuckled balls of restraint.

So you ask the first question that comes to mind, throwing caution to the wind:

“Are you afraid I’m gonna actually die this time?”

By the sound of his breath hitching in his throat, it’s safe to assume your question has caught Humanity’s Strongest off guard. 

Painfully earnest, your words are woven in a confusion threatening to choke the life out of you.

And Levi — Levi is four shades of enraged, glaring straight through you.

“I don’t give a shit if you live,” Levi corrects with a snarl.

“You don’t?”

“No.”

“Then allow me to keep the first watch,” you reason. “And second. And third, because if you don’t give a shit, then who cares, right? I'll be tired. Maybe a titan will take me out so you can stop having to deal with my insufferable ass.”

“No.”

Your chin tilts. “But you said you don’t—”

“Why do you want to die so fucking bad?” he shouts, his spit hitting your cheek. “Why bother coming back to me if all you wanted to do was throw away your second chance?”

He realizes a second too late what he’s said —

— what he’s done.

For a man who’s spent the better half of the hour telling you he isn’t scared, that he doesn’t care, Levi Ackerman looks absolutely terrified as he stands speechless in the aftermath of his own wrongdoing. 

For minutes neither of you move. Neither of you look away.

Something dark brews behind Levi’s stormy eyes as you watch with unshakeable shock.

What can you say to go back twenty seconds?

The damage has already been done.

You both know it.

Your stomach sinks in sickening foresight.

“Forget it,” he dismisses.

No.

“Levi.”

He’s turning.

“Levi.”

You don’t know why you reach out, but your hands claw at his sleeve to stop him. He continues to turn.

Desperation takes your hand from his shoulder to his face, and quickly your palm paws at his cheek to pull him back.

He presses hard against your palm, fighting its hold, but you manage to bring his face close to yours in a rushed exhale.

Levi breathes heavily through his nose, nostrils flared and eyes downcast.

"James." It's hardly a murmur.

“Don’t,” you beg under your breath. “Don’t shut me out.”

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

He remains locked in place, all his limbs taut. He doesn’t, however, fling you from his body.

You keep his face caged between your hands.

“You said you wouldn’t shut me out.”

“James—”

His voice is different. Huskier.

Is that a plea?

You shake your head wildly, overcome with fright.

“Don’t shut me out,” you croak once more. “Please don’t leave and shut me out.”

The angle of Levi’s face serpentines from where he was running to come back to you.

Your faces collide, nose to nose.

His hot breath spans across your face in shaken puffs.

"Don't leave and shut me out," you repeat, voice cracking.

His head shakes, causing his nose to nuzzle yours.

“Won’t—”

“Please don’t leave me,” you repeat on the verge of crying.

His voice drops to a whisper, a prayer.

“Never—”

“Don’t leav—”

Your lips close, pressed together by something soft and warm. The sound dies muffled.

As if held hostage by your own body, you tense when a pair of warm hands encircle your head, pulling you closer to a softness in contrast of your desperation.

You blink once and see it.

Levi’s eyes are screwed shut, brows painfully knit together, as his lips move against yours. A boot shuffles, angling the scent of his sweat to engulf you.

Instinctively your fingertips curl around his head, digging into his cheeks when you kiss back with profound starvation.

Spurred by your actions, a ragged exhale causes his lips press harder. The thumbs against your face run absently along your skin, as if to quell the anxiety plaguing your mind.

You pull him impossibly closer, matching the intensity of the kisses.

As if you're drowning.

As if it's been forever.

The tip of his tongue flicks against your lower lip. Wordlessly it requests consent, and your lips part eagerly to comply. He takes the opportunity and runs with it as his tongue seeks yours for salvation, gliding with practiced ease.

Inadvertently you whimper from the contact.

The sound is enough to yank him clear from your ironclad grip, dragging your nails across his face.

Gray eyes meet yours with a swirl of emotion — awe, uncertainty, dread — with lips pinker than before.

Your hands remain in the air from where you had him.

Red streaks line the sides of his face like hastily-drawn whiskers.

All you can do is stare.

Levi Ackerman has never looked so vulnerable.

“I order you,” he finally says, voice wrecked, “to tell Eld to accompany me for the first watch.”

You finally breathe, hands dropping unceremoniously to your sides.

"Yes, sir," you obey on autopilot.

He doesn’t need to say it twice.

You spin on a heel.

Your ODM gear ignites back to life.

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author note: ...remember when i said i had a scene written for forever? tehee.

tag list: @lazylizzy3 @notgoodforlife @sad-darksoul @dailydoseof-love @maliakealoha @nube55 @kateastrophies @blinkingsuns @gomigami

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[sunny-mercya]

Casino Blues

01. First Heist

Rusty Ryan x Male Reader | Platonic! Danny Ocean x Brother Reader

Fandom -> Ocean's Trilogy

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When Danny, after being out of prison, asked Rusty to join him at a Grand Coup of heist—Rusty had only agreed halfway to it. After all, he wanted to know for what exactly they would rob and risking their lives and freedom for.

Especially freedom, because Rusty sure as hell—damned he will be—didn't want to get caught and being send, like Danny, into prison. He simply couldn't afford such ending.

And when Danny told him, they gonna rob—not only one but three—Casinos in good old Viva Las Vegas, Rusty wanted to know a even far more good enough reason for him to join in such madness.

And Danny, like the best friend and charming asshole he is, told Rusty the only valid reason he needs to have;

»If we pull this off and I promise you, we will. You can finally pay the devils debt and free [Name], moving to wherever your heart desires and afford the safety you have promised him.«

Danny was right, hitting a wound point in Rusty's ego, because there had been one thing Rusty—in all those years—couldn't do and that was giving you proper protection. Protecting you from a past, you would never be able to free yourself from it, if you didn't have a certain amount of money for it.

»Okay, I'm in. But if we fail, I'm gonna send you personally to hell, Danny boy.«

Rusty might have agreed, trusting and believing in his friend that they will manage this with a 100 percentage chance of successful winning—but he also knew what price it would cost him, because if they indeed fail. It would be you, who Rusty would lose and you're more worth to him than all the money and jewels in the world.

~~~

So far, the whole plan went, besides minor improvements, smoothly good.

Rusty could almost imagine the millions of Dollar he would have soon. Enough money to buy you free and finally live with you in peace.

Just you and him, thought Rusty, imagining the new chapter of life—fully secure, comfortable and happy healthy—he would have with you and maybe a big family with lots of cats and dogs.

„Uh, uhm, Rusty there's–“ „Rusty, there's a problem. A you problem.“

»What?« asked Rusty through the mini microphone, scrunching up his face in confusion—forgetting his cup of jello momentarily. Another problem? What do they mean with "you"-problem?

„Look towards the entrance. You might need to prepare for a divorce too.“

»Fuck. Give me some extra minutes to sort this out.«

»Robert Russel James Ryan! You do not leave our house in such fucking manners. How fucking dare you! Do you know how fucking worried I was?!«

A few people had turned their heads, starting to gossip already, when you marched forward to Rusty and shouted in anger at him.

Ouch, shouting his full name—you're furious, a deadly threat of trait of yours, with him and it was Rusty's own fault.

Rusty took a few steps forward, discarding his cup of jello and raising both of his hands in surrender—wanting to appease you.

Honestly, he haven't seen you this angry, ever since Danny and he had a fistfight with your "Boss"—which they of course had lost, as they couldn't win against a knife and knuckleheads—and you were so upset with them, that you cussed them out so much—they were taken aback by it, spook them just a little—while you treated their wounds.

So yes, Rusty—and as well Danny—knew your kind of anger very well.

»Hey, love, watcha doing here?« Rusty was curious how you got here—as you should be in sunny California, safe and sound in the apartment.

»Don't come with such bullshit. You know perfectly well, why the fuck I'm here. So tell me now, Robert, the fuck are you and Danny—and I know the fucker is here as well—suspiciously planning to do here?!« you had raised your finger, pointing threatening at him.

Rusty inhaled and exhaled deeply through his nose, trying to think of ways to get you away from here—before you either might could get harmed by accident, being caught in the metaphorically crossfire or causing a disturbance to their plan.

Though, perhaps, he could use you for a good distraction, but no—no, no, he had sworn himself to not do such things with you.

Gripping your arms gently, Rusty pulls you close to his side and leads you away to a more secluded area of waiting.

Rusty brought you a glass of cold Cola, which you begrudgingly took from your husband. Taking a few sips from it, you gave Rusty a pointed look—almost a frown or angry glare—awaiting an explanation from him.

~~~

Waking up to an empty bedside wasn't what had spooked you into a worry—it was the discovery that your husband was nowhere in the apartment and that he couldn't be called and neither Danny.

It might didn't seem like big problem for most people, but for you it was—considering your past and what happened to Rusty and Danny back then.

Your mind raced with unpleasant thoughts and memories. Every possibility of what if's run through, flooding you with anxiety.

Rusty could've been; in a accident, being in hospital injured, arrested—most likely, your husband is certainly not a innocent man and had done some bad things of illegally—you're not a saint either though—you're aware of it—or worst case scenario, your Boss signed of the deal and killed Rusty.

God, it causes waves of nausea inside your stomach. Lungs feeling so tight, it was hard to breathe for the next minutes and your body, shaking like unstable tower during an earthquake.

»Fucking above, I swear to, Rusty will get his share fair of talk from me to hear.« you grumbled out, cursing loudly when you hit your hand somewhere.

You needed to sit down for a few minutes, stress getting too high and head too light.

~~~

».....surprise«

»Repeat that?« you blinked at him, haven't registered one word of what Rusty just had told you.

»I said, I can't tell you what me and Danny doing here, because it's a surprise, love«

»Rusty, you tell me now, why you and Danny are here or so god help me.«

»My love, I can't. It's a surprise«

Perhaps, in retrospective, Rusty shouldn't have woken you up in the early hours of morning—still in a daze of sleep, in between slumber of dreams—and telling you, in a half-truth, about a little trip he's gonna do, kissing you goodbye.

And yeah, maybe Rusty should have told you personally about the little heist they gonna do, but then it wouldn't be a surprise anymore and Rusty loved it to surprise you.

»Fuck your surprise, Rusty. I honestly thought he had signed off the deal and oh, I don't know, killed you. I was worried sick, asshole.«

»I know, I know my dear. I should have told you, I know. Could my prince forgive me?«

Rusty leaned in closer, whispering the last few words in your ear as he asks for your forgiveness, ghosting small kisses over face and your lips—when you remain silent.

You rolled your eyes at Rusty antics, but couldn't help yourself to smile.

„Not to bother, rus, but time management?“

Sometimes, Rusty thought—holding back a groan of annoyance—the guys sure could be a mood killer and pain in the ass. It's his and Danny's team though and a teams a team and they a job to do.

»Wait for me at Helios-Motel, I'll be there in like a hour.«

Rusty kissed you one more time on the lips, before standing up. You had taken hold of his hand, before he could walk away.

»You promise me, you and Danny will be safe?«

»Of course, my prince.«

If Rusty might be caught today's night and they would ask him for his reasons, he would tell them; it's you, you're his sole reason for everything he does.

#male reader #x male reader #fanfiction #malereader #xmalereader #ocean's trilogy #rusty ryan ocean's trilogy #rusty x male reader #rusty ryan x male reader #rusty ryan #ocean's 11

[justgowithitplease]

FEM OR GN READER IDC ADOPTING A CAT WITH JASON TODD PLEASE

OMG YES I LOVE THIS IDEA

Warnings: Mentions of Cann@bal!sm, Shit Writing, And A Kiss(idk if that needs a warning ;-;), a cringey ending.

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Forever Families and Bacon

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Why. Why did He let you convince him to do this? He can't handle this responsibility, He's barely responsible for himself!

'I'm a vigilante for fucks sake,' Jason thought to himself, looking over at his partner who was playing with the new cat.

He cant be seen like this, out of suit or not. But maybe, maybe it was worth it. For You.

"We shall name him... Bacon!" You call out, giving him the biggest grin you could.

"We are not naming the cat Bacon." He states, Tilting his head with a bit of amusement.

"You're Right, I am." You said, crossing your arms.

He sighs, rolling his eyes in defeat, giving a slight smirk at the pout on your lips.

"Fine, but no feeding him bacon, like with Ace. I refuse to raise a cannibal."

"Ok..." You say, slowly moving a small Ziploc bag behind you, away from his view.

He squints his eyes in suspicion. "Whats That?"

"Whats What?"You reply, attempting to play dumb.

"The thing you just moved behind you, the thing Bacon keeps pawing at."

"Nothing" You say, Trying-and failing- to hide your smile.

"You Sure?"

"Yes"

"If you say so..." Jason says, running over and snatching the bag before you can stop him.

"Hey!" You shout, reaching for the bag and for The new kitten at the same time.

GASP "How could you!" Jason says in an overly dramatic voice, seeing crumbled bacon in the bag.

"I was eating some and he came over and stole it! it is not my fault our son is a cannibal!" You said through laughs, standing up with Bacon in your arms.

Jason stopped for a second, Looking into your eyes.

"Our son?"

"Yes, Jay. Our son. We're a family now. The Best Family I've ever had. I love you Jay-Bird."

"I love you too, Mon Amour," He Said.

He moved one hand up to hold your face, kissing you. As you two stood there with your new son, He tried to remember this feeling so he could carry it with him everywhere, having no doubt that two people had found their forever families that day.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #x reader #help me omfg this is cringe #anon request

[afyrian]

ch. 2 - august 24 masterlist

    loud music blares through the bar and suffocates your ear drums. the band stands under the colored lights, playing a cover of some rock song that you'd hear over the radio. you sway a little to the music, sitting at the bar with an empty shot glass in front of you. the bar tender leans over the bar a little and tries to gain your attention.

  "someone down there ordered you a little gift!" he hands you a glass of something, a cherry resting on the top of it.

  you raise an eyebrow at the older gentleman at the end of the bar. watching as he gives you a slow wave and a wink, a whirlwind of nausea fills your stomach. to appease his clearly slimy intentions, you give him a soft smile and take a drink of the alcohol. it's strong, immediately burning your throat. 

  instead of drinking it fully, you set it down and cover the top with your hand. for a second, you look around the bar and wonder where rintarō could've ran off too. for the past month you’ve tried to stay together while going out. however, his lack of presence makes you hyperaware of the people around you. the chill of the glass beneath your hand, goosebumps running up your arms. 

  suddenly, a loud voice echoes over the band, right near your ear, "how you liking it here, honey?"

  you bite back the urge to roll your eyes. the voice is unfamiliar, grimy, and way too close to you. you take in a deep breath and look over at the guy. his hair is slicked back into a greasy looking bun, clothes are slightly ripped and packed with grease stains. for a second, you wonder if the grease in his shirt is the same stuff he used for his hair.

  "i said-"

  "i know what you said! why don't you go pick on someone a little more your style!" you shout back through the noise, heart beating a little quicker than normal.

  his eyebrows furrow as he sets one of his hands on the back of your barstool. his thumb just barely grazing the back of your shirt. chills run up your back and your jaw clenches, free hand forming into a loose fist. "darling, i think you're exactly that for me. i mean, you're absolutely beautiful. those hips of yours, that mouth-"

  "who the hell do you think you are?" a voice finally drowns out that of the man who just can't seem to walk away.

  standing there is rin, his arms crossed in front of his chest, back straight. he holds a scowl on his face that you don't think you've ever seen before in your years together. unbeknownst to you, he's switched one of his rings to his ring finger, fiddling with it in front of the creep standing beside you. "someone who wants you to mind your own business!"

  "well considering she's my wife..." he pauses, looking over at you, gaze softening to one you can recognize, "i think it is my fucking business. now walk away or you won't be able to walk away."

  the man mutters something about you not being worth it. however, his hand still touches your shoulder as he walks away, wanting to get one final 'fuck you' in. you bite your cheek and take in a deep breath through your nose. your gaze stares down the guy as he walks away, only being pulled away from the vicious thoughts plaguing your mind by rin. 

  rintarō gets closer to you, hand reaching out to rest on the bar, "are you okay?"

  you look back up at him, shoulders dropping. you've dealt with people like him before, it's nothing you're not used to at a bar. but having someone like rin there made it so much easier. the way he stood there, gaze unmoving from the man, you can't help but stand up from your seat and wrap your arms around his chest. 

  for a second, you can feel him tense slightly, hands hovering over your own back. however, he's quick to return the hug, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. if it weren't for the strong smell of alcohol and people sweating profusely, this could've been a sweet moment. especially when he backs away from the hug and rests his hands on your shoulders.

  "you want to get out of here? there's a twenty-four hour ramen shop down the street," rin tries to yell over the loud music, not wanting to shout your ear off.

  "yes!" a wave of relief washes over you, the thought of leaving all of this and just hanging out with him sounds so comforting.

  the two of you quickly gather your things and squeeze through the crowd of people, reaching the front door and making your way into the fresh air. suddenly, everything sounds so much more quiet and surreal. the puddles of water still on the road and the neon signs lighting up the buildings. you take in a deep breath, letting your heartbeat return to normal.

  "thanks for being the best husband ever," you lean against him, wrapping your arm around his. 

  he smiles to himself, not wanting you to notice the giddy expression he holds. he'd probably never tell you about the feelings that he so deeply feels for you. however, hearing the words that melt his brain so easily makes it hard for him to resist the fluttering in his stomach. "well, i did vow to help through sickness and health, so i think this counts," he mutters, only letting you hear it.

  “then you’re doing a phenomenal job and you will some day when you get married to an equally phenomenal woman.”

  for a second, rintarō urges to ask if that woman is you. to get down on one knee and ask if you want this marriage to last the rest of your lifetimes. despite all of this, he just keeps walking with you attached to his hip, replying that he sure hopes so. 

#the longest contract #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fic #haikyuu fanfic #suna rintaro haikyuu #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintarō #suna rintaro #suna x reader

[veliseraptor]

@deadeyellentigh replied to your post “Remembering my first introduction to Xue Yang and...”:

Re: text evidence for xue yang’s murder of a-qing being an example of loss of control, I am like 85% certain her calling him an animal lower than a pig/dog/something is what triggers him. If I remember in the morning I’ll dig.

​oh yeah I've got this one! from the last part of the Empathy flashback in the novel:

After roaming city streets for years, A-Qing had seen more than her share of foul-mouthed shouting matches. Thus, she continued to spit all kinds of obscenities directly at Xue Yang's face. He listened to them with a smile. "You're really good at cursing -- Why didn't I ever hear you make a scene like this in front of Xiao Xingchen? Do you have any more?"

"Fuck off, you repulsive, shameless piece of shit!" she shouted. "How dare you bring up Daozhang -- that's Daozhang's sword! How could someone like you possibly deserve to hold it?! You're soiling his belongings!"

With his left hand, Xue Yang raised Shuanghua. "Oh, do you mean this? It's mine now. Do you think your Daozhang was so pure and untainted? From today onward, he'll be my-"

"He'll be yours, my ass! Keep dreaming! As though you have any right to say whether he's tainted. You're no more than a glob of drool and bile! Daozhang only got stained by you because he had eight lives worth of bad luck dropped on him at once. The only dirty thing is you, you disgusting wad of pus!"

Xue Yang's expression finally fell. (Chapter 41, trans. fanyiyi)

I can see the argument against it - certainly A-Qing in this scene believes from the outset that Xue Yang is undoubtedly going to kill her. But to me at least there's a solid reading of their interaction in the text (based on that last line) that reads as Xue Yang at least not immediately planning on killing her (again, after Xiao Xingchen dies he sets her bed up, even though he knows she told on him, though of course this could change once it becomes clear Xiao Xingchen's not immediately coming back). For one thing (while I hesitate in general to refer to textual similarities when working from a translation), I think back to the argument with Xiao Xingchen where this exchange precipitates Xue Yang's gear shift into nuclear:

It was more than Xiao Xingchen could bear. "...Xue Yang, you truly are...too disgusting..."

When Xue Yang heard these words, the ominous light that had been absent from his eyes finally resurfaced. (Chapter 41, trans. fanyiyi)

that this line from Xiao Xingchen seems like the final tipping point in that scene, so too does A-Qing's "disgusting" in the latter have the same effect (perhaps because of that very echo).

(as for what Xue Yang was planning to do with A-Qing if he wasn't initially intending on murdering her (or at least wasn't intending on murdering her like that), my thought is "hostage/bribe for Xiao Xingchen to come back.")

#deadeyellentigh #conversating #lise does meta #...ish #xue yang #a qing #this post: truly me at my finest #look their relationship is important to me #also like. it's more fun if a-qing rather than just purely feeling vindicated about her initial judgment #she feels at least a little betrayed herself #aggressively headcanons #anyway! i should make lunch or something

[fallout4-reacts]

Companions (Any you want, but i do request Strong and X6) with a sole who has a mutation like a Big Horner's horns from FNV? Romance, smut if that's alright (I read the rules, but there wasn't much i could find against it) Please and thank you very much!

Woh...

It’s a very unusual request, at least—

Ok, it's true, I said I'll never do Strong in a romance, and I don't know what I worth in smut... but ... With a Big Horner's horns? How can I genuinely resist?

I can't

But I admit that I have a little difficulty with smut… I had only written one before

I do not know if I will meet your request… if you will like it

Also, I admit that I have trouble finding the right mind set to do this ask, and it also explains a little why I take so much time...

It’s a good request though…

Hope you enjoy reading

(Note that for this one I have suppress Codsworth and Dogmeat.......)

Part 1 - Cait/Curie/Danse/Deacon

Cait : At first glimpse, she shouted in terror when she saw Sole appear in the cage with their massive horns.

She was convinced she was dealing with an unknown species of Deathclaw, and despite her experience as a warrior, she didn't want to beat it with her bare hands.

However, they showed traits that were human.

And Cait's contract was passed on to them.

Cait had a long time to get acclimated to Sole, but she eventually grew fond of her companionship.

In all honesty, she would like to take things farther.

Much farther.

Cait frequently dreams about this large, curved horns.

Cait doesn't like to crave without getting.

Her best approach is to attack, so she basically throws herself at Sole one evening when they make up camp in a reasonably well-protected attic.

Sole actually backs up and attempts to get ride of the young woman, but clearly doesn't want to harm her. Once they manages to mobilize her on the mattress, they expresses their astonishment.

"What's wrong with you?"

"These horns! It's really sexy! I want you to take me, and I want to ride you like a beast."

To say Sole is surprised is an understatement given how unexpectedly Cait threw them out of the blue.

"God, you're even more insane than I expected. So, yes, I am flattered, but I am not a beast. Two, there are many other ways to flirt."

"Name me others!"

"Candlelight supper?"

"How will a candlelight supper give me a good fuck?"

"OK, that's enough. You stay here tonight, I'm going on a walk, and I'll free you tomorrow morning."

Cait realizes she has entirely lost the game, and despite her high on psycho, she falls very steeply on earth.

"I'm sorry," she says sadly.

Sole hesitates with their hand on the doorknob, head between their shoulders.

"Look, Cait, we can talk about this again tomorrow morning with a cool head."

"I really acted like a fool, and I screwed up my only chance of being with the one good person I met in my life!"

Sole lets out a long, deep sigh before turning to the young woman, who is still on her knees after falling on the floor mattress. They approach carefully and kneel before her.

"Let's just say you caught me completely off guard. We'll say you're quite cavalier. I'll admit that I reacted terribly.

"What difference does it make, explanations…"

Sole reaches out and gently touches Cait's cheek.

"I reacted quite poorly. I won't lie and say you're not an interesting woman. I've had, for myselft, maybe indecent thoughts on multiple occasions."

Cait looks up with a mixed expression. She seemed to be trying to understand, to find hope, yet skepticism dances in her eyes.

"Indecent?"

Sole smiles heartily.

"Very indecent…"

Cait raises her head slightly and looks into Sole's eyes.

"How indecent? Will you show me?"

Sole leans in and gently embraces Cait. Even though it is far from Cait's intended assault, she literally melts under the kiss. Her hands come to rest on Sole's shoulders, then one gently rises down their neck, cheek, and eventually hangs one of these unique features that tickles her so much. She heaved a shacking sigh.

Sole doesn't waste any more time on their side, passing an arm behind the young warrior to lie her on her back, caressing her chest.

"I'll show you," they finally reply, their voice raspy with desire.

Curie : The young synth's laughing once again warms Sole's heart. They can't help but be drawn to her fresh and pure personality. They slowly lean towards her at the table, pushing their dish slightly.

"And if not, you never thought of finding a company… in every sense of the word?"

"A company? You mean a companion?"

Sole smiles casually, allowing the young woman to draw her own judgments.

"You know, the only person I feel very deeply about…"

She pauses, blushing intensely as she glances down. Sole tilts their head sideways with curiosity.

"Do you have someone in mind?"

"I…indeed…someone very special."

"Danse?"

Curie busts out laughing once more, and Sole feels the last barriers to their heart melt, even if hearing what comes next may hurt them.

"Oh no! None of it! I'm talking about a very remarkable individual. So special that even nature couldn't help but give it a distinct appearance."

"Nick? I am not surprised. He's very charming."

Curie laughs a little more, feeling ashamed this time.

"No, a little more special."

Sole gazes around, amazed.

"I had no idea you had a super mutant affinity. But it's true that Strong is fascinating."

This time, Curie appears to be perched on thistles, writhing in all ways.

"Oh no, Sole. I'm referring to a close and exceptional person who helped me escape isolation and expand my horizons. I'm talking about a person whose life has graced adorable horns that raise a lot of questions but also attracts me."

Sole remains utterly silent in amazement. Even in his wildest hopes, they never imagined they'd be able to entice the synth. It's utterly crazy. Nonetheless, the bright expression on her face when she meets their gaze is undeniable.

"Despite my…difference…you don't feel rebuffed?"

"On the contrary, sweetheart, I am quite excited. Is that the term? I feel quite excited."

Sole's eyes widened with amazement. They would be lying if they pretended not to be excited.

"So…uh…"

They are looking for a way to go deeper, to express themselves more fully, but they are entirely out of words. Curie appears to be lost in her own boldness.

"I recommend exploring feasible possibilities. What do you think?"

"The…possibilities…"

Without further ado, Sole leans close to the young woman and kisses her passionately. She is unable to resist and prolongs the kiss with incredible ardour, sighing under the caresses that accompany the conquest.

Danse : Many thoughts pass through his mind. He attempts to take stock, but nothing comes to mind. His thoughts got entirely invaded by the succubus's naked body in front of him.

He shakes his head, attempting to dismiss the concept of the succubus. It's very disrespectful. Sole is not a demon who seeks his soul.

But the horns!

These horns sparked so many questions.

He fondles these exquisite horns carefully, lost in thought for a few moment.

But Sole delicately bites his neck, immediately bringing his thoughts back to the present moment. He shivers even more, pressing closer to the seductive creature's flawless form.

 “Oh Danse,” wimps his friend, who writhes beneath his hands.

"Sole, you are so…perfect."

His hands let go of the magnificent mutation for a time, allowing them to focus on their lover's beautiful curves and chiselled musculature.

“Perfectly horrible," they say with a small recoil, feeling self-conscious.

Danse doesn't let them fall back into their unhealthy doubts, suffocating their words with a passionate kiss as he gently descends his hands into the intimacy that opens up to him.

"Horrible is what we've gone through. You are wonderful."

Sole moans once again as two fingers of Danse are inserted into the most sensitive part of their body, causing them to bow their back in response to their bestial wants.

"Hmm…take me, oh beautiful Paladin."

"No more Paladin at all, but knight at your service, my love."

Sole's gaze is fixed on his own, and Danse feels his lover literally melt in his arms. He slowly turns them on their backs, kissing them on the neck, shoulder, back, and hollow back.

He continues to softly caress Sole's buttocks, which are round and lovely.

"I'm so glad I didn't succumb to my horrible preconceptions the day we met," the fallen Paladin softly whispers. "I would have made the biggest mistake of my life."

He slowly penetrates his lover, allowing time for the other's body to adjust to his member.

“A deadly mistake,” chuckles Sole, but their laughter turns into panting as Danse penetrate them, skimming to find the most comfortable posture.

"Indeed."

Danse immediately grasps Sole's two horns in his hands, leading the charge with renewed fervour, to which his lover's groans reply in bliss.

He can't help but moan with ecstasy as he feels the intimate walls close in on his sex, leaving him panting even before his companion delivers the first jolts.

When they eventually lie down beside each other, breathless, Danse is unable to hold back a wide smile.

"Indeed…"

Deacon : Sole has no way to control their laughter. Deacon fainted from being insulted.

"For someone who has horns on their head, I think you're pretty cheeky."

Sole is taken aback for a moment, wondering if Deacon is joking or genuinely offended. For any response, they just clutch the amazing tail hanging from the agent's lower back.

"You haven't found anything better? But God, it's a true one!"

"My mother was a Deathclaw and my father was a gossip."

Sole laughs so hard this time that their tummy hurts.

"You had a tail surgically placed just to get me in your bed?"

Deacon appears increasingly disappointed as he picks up his tail from Sole. Obviously, he lacks the nerve to control her. However, his falsely insulted expression is funny.

"We do not mock the attributes of others!"

"Come on, my little spy, come here. A guy who can be sliced up for flirting must have some in his pants, and I want to see it for myself."

"My mother should be turning in her grave…"

"Deathclaws have graves?"

"This one, yes."

Sole begins to question whether Deacon is kidding or serious. But somehow, this whole situation is quite thrilling.

"So come and show me what else your mother left you…"

"My other tail, it's from my dad."

"You're insane, but I love it."

#fallout 4 #fallout #fallout 4 companions #fo4 #fallout companions #fallout 4 reactions #fallout 4 react #sole survivor #cait fo4 #cait fallout 4 #cait #fallout 4 curie #curie #curie fo4 #paladin danse #fo4 companions #fallout4 #danse #fo4 danse #danse fallout 4 #deacon fo4 #deacon #deacon fallout #deacon fallout 4 #fallout 4 deacon #fallout deacon #fo4 deacon #fo4 react

[rblackdeco]

evan or barty comforting the reader after they hear someone talking about them??

Catharsis

— pairing: barty crouch jr x reader

— a/n: hii, thank you for the request!! you didn't specify if you wanted that platonic or romantic, so it can be read either way! also i chose barty because this is a little self indulging and i took it in a bit of an other direction, hope it's okay anyway

— warnings: inciting violence (because it's barty), reader (literally) breaks a tv (don't try this at home please), not proof read

When the bedroom door unlocks with a soft click, you don't know who you'd expect to enter, but definitely, it was not Barty. He walks over to you, eyes falling to your watery ones as he gives you a smile, only a bit softer than usual. "So, who do I need to beat?" He asks, sitting on the floor by your side without a care in the world.

"Nobody." You sniff, chuckling softly. "Good to know you're up for it though."

"Yeah, hell I am." You can tell his a bit stiffer too, he's not used to the whole thing, you think. Comforting people, being gentle with them, it was never Barty's strength. "Wanna talk about it? Or smash a tv?" You frown, his offer is tempting, but strange.

"Whose tv?" You ask, laughing softly. The sound is almost a huff, the only hint of humor in the soft curls of your lips.

"Don't worry about it." He smirks, propping himself up on his feet and holding out a hand for you, his eyes exhibiting a dangerous glint to them. "So, you wanna smash a tv? We can find the fucker's house too if you feel like breaking a window."

And yeah, maybe you do.

For Barty's credit, he did tell you you could break a tv. Still, you're a bit surprised as he walks you to his backyard and a full television stands on two bricks, looking brand new except from a few scratches on the led screen. Barty smirks at your reaction. "It's like a rage room, but I don't have a room to worry about cleaning up after." He explains, picking a bat from the floor and swirling it lazily, pretending to hit an invisible ball.

"Did you steal this?" You can't help but ask. Following after him, you can't help but notice the glass shards and wood splinters littering the floor, as well as a few bottle necks here and there.

"Of course not!" He feigns offense like the worst actor in the world. "It was on Evan's flat when he moved, but it's broken. Also, it reeks of beer, he thinks the bastard that owned it dumped a few cans on it and it broke down. He said it's not worth fixing, thus this baby sitting on my yard."

You only nod. Breaking a tv with Barty was not how you imagined your day would end, but you were not one to complain. At least you weren't crying yourself to sleep in your room.

"So, what's it gonna be, princess?" You open your mouth to ask what he's talking about, only to see him holding out the baseball bat and another brick on his hands. "Choose your weapon." You pick the baseball bat, and he handles you a pair of safety googles, to which you raise a brown. "What? I'm not an animal." As soon as you've secured the googles on your eyes, Barty lowers his own. "To who do we own the honor?"

You know what he's asking, the name has been stuck in your throat since he first asked, aching to get out like an ich you can't reach. You don't mean to feel as frustrated as you do with them, but you can't help yourself. You shout their names loudly, raising your bat in the air.

"And their little fucking shit talking friends!" Barty completes loudly, because of course he cracked it the moment he saw your state, raising a crow bar in the air, red painting chipped at both ends, you're not sure why or how he came do possess one of those, but you don't question either.

Instead, you swing your bat in the air, smashing the tv screen with a loud noise, glass shattering at your feet. Barty smiles by your side, and for a moment, you forget why you were so upset in the first place.

#marauders #marauders fic #barty crouch jr x reader #barty crouch jr #marauders fluff #barty crouch junior #barty crouch jr blurb #marauders blurb #rblackdeco writes — ★

[geminil0vr]

second best | george f. weasley

tldr: nothing he does ever feels like enough, not compared to fred. you're there to remind your boyfriend what he's worth, or at the very least, try.

word count: 1.4k

content: perhaps the simplest thing i’ve written. angst that's quickly resolved, short and sickly sweet. a comfort fic for those who need it.

It's late when he gets back, and you can tell in an instant that something is off.

From your spot on his bed, waiting flat on your stomach, you twist over your shoulder and eye the way he nods at you, forcing a smile, dropping his Quidditch things to the ground and wiping tiredly at his face. His hair is wet from a shower, as usual. Your brows dip, furrowing even deeper when he crosses the room and instead of curling up in bed with you, heads for the bathroom. The door clicks shut between you. In his empty dorm room, (his brother and his friends having their usual after-practice catch up) you roll onto your back, stretching slightly, head hanging off the edge of the bed, and draw your knees up so your feet don't slip.

You hesitate before speaking, "... George?"

No reply. You call out his name again, and he exits the bathroom without bothering to acknowledge you, drying his face and hands on a towel before chucking it to the other side of the room. He goes to take his water bottle out of his bag, which is slumped by the door, and you roll your head up, elbows propped behind you, legs now dangling off the side.

"George," you repeat, and he finally looks at you. You see it now, the bags beneath his eyes.

He can't help himself but snap at your relentlessness, "What?"

You give him a sharp look, brow raised, and he looks to the ceiling, sighing before making his way to you. You cock your head, and push at him lightly with your toe, but he doesn't budge.

He avoids your gaze, "What happened?"

"Nothing, just... nothing."

"You aren't acting like yourself. I want to know why."

He finally meets your eyes, and runs a hand through his hair in exasperation. After a few moments, his voice dips timidly, "Sorry for snapping at you."

"It's okay, George," you say, "Just tell me what's got you so upset."

"I'm not upset," he retorts immediately. You push at his calf again, and he looks away, "I'm not."

"You can keep lying to yourself all you want. I'll be here."

He can't help the way the corners of his mouth lift, just slightly. As frustrated as he is, he's never free to take it out on you. He likes that. It's what drew him to you in the first place. As someone who's never been allowed to express his anger like Fred could, he can be mad around you, even with you, and you don't begrudge him that rage. You always understand, always put him in his place if need be, or wrap your arms around him when he doesn't feel like talking, like shouting. Above all, you recognise that he's most angry with himself. He turns his head back to you, and you study him, the softening of his features, satisfied. You're through.

"I'm upset," he affirms, and gently pushes you back. The knot in your stomach loosens, and he flops down onto the bed — much too lanky to fit like you do, he folds his legs over yours. Closes his eyes for a second. You let him take a breath, and tilt your head towards him. You wait. He doesn't open his eyes before he speaks again.

"I'm just tired of it."

You hum, voice sweet, "Yeah?"

"Yeah. It's just... it's just everything," His nose scrunches, not quite letting the tears through, "The guys. Fred. Fucking Hooch."

"You're shagging Hooch? Score," You test the waters.

He opens his eyes to turn his head to you, and bites back a smile, "Shut it. You know that's not what I meant."

You smile for him, and leave space to continue. His breathing slows, but you can still feel how tense he is beside you. He can never quite put it into words.

"Just... it's just never good enough," He swallows, "Nothing I do is ever good enough. And even if it were, it could never... it could never compare to him."

You gnaw gently at your lip. He's talked about this before, been mad about this before: but this time, with the break in his voice, you can almost hear how much it hurts. You sit up, crossing your legs underneath his, and he stares up at the ceiling.

"No matter what I do, it's always going to be him, isn't it?"

You frown, reaching out to smooth your thumb over the back of his hand. He lets you.

"I can do my best in practice, I can joke with my friends, I can try my hardest but it will never be enough. I just don't have what he has, I don't —" His voice breaks again, and he composes himself for a moment, "I can't. I can't be as good as him. Everybody knows it, Lee, Angelina, god, Fred himself knows it. The way they look at me, I can — I can feel it. I don't get along with people like he does, I can't blend in like he always seems to. When he's off sick, when he misses lunch, skips class, can't come to practice, it's like the energy just sucks out of the room, the field."

You grip his hand in yours, feel his pulse, and his heart thumps inside his chest, emotion taking hold.

"I just wish I wasn't second best," he finishes, and your stomach sinks. He's like a kid again, watching his brother get the girl, win the trophy. You take a breath with him.

"George," you say, and he gazes at you, hoping you'll fix it, knowing you can't. "That's so far from the truth. I wish you knew that. I know it feels like it, but God, anyone in their right mind can see you for what you are, who you are," you press, "You're not your brother, but you don't have to be. You have so much more to offer, so much more of value, in so many different ways,"

He scoffs self-deprecatingly, but you urge on, "You always act like you can't light up a room like he does — but you do. Everyone I've met has told me how welcome you make them feel. How your presence settles them. You're unpredictable but you — you know how to speak to people, how to react, how to treat them. You know what to do to make people feel heard. That's more than Fred can say. I love him, don't get me wrong, but he just waltzes through life, no care to the people around him, sometimes. And that's a quality to be appreciated, envied, admired, but I admire you. I like how you pick up the pieces, even when you don't have to. I like your confidence and how blindly you rush into things at times but, to me, to really care? That’s what counts the most,"

"You care, George. I've never met someone who cares so much, yet who's so scared to show it. But you show me. You're special to me," He doesn't speak, lips turned into a slight frown, and you straighten.

Your nose crinkles when he finally looks over at you, "Look, I don't like this sappy stuff either, you know that, but clearly you need to be reminded," You've never been too good at things like this, but you try — feeling him squeeze your hand is all the reassurance you need, to know that, no matter what, he knows.

He's quiet for a few more moments, and when he speaks his voice is gentle, "Thank you."

You lean over him, keeping yourself in place with a hand on his chest. His hair is a fiery halo, damp and gleaming, reflecting the shine of the lamp you'd flicked on when the sun had just begun to dip below the trees. He smiles back.

And while you haven't fixed it, while you can't change how he feels — for now, it's enough.

You plant a kiss on the bridge of his nose, "Besides, if your brother was really any better than you, I'd be shagging him instead."

His head rolls back and he squeezes his eyes shut, groaning in disgust.

"What? It's true!"

a/n: i was trying to fulfill a smut request but then i was listening to tableau by kaky on repeat and things got emotional. that song is corny as hell too, but listen to it!

#sfw #fluff #george weasley fic #george weasley fluff #harry potter fic #hp fic #harry potter #weasley fic #hp #george fic #romance

[teabreakpancakes]

Can you do Joseph and Edgar reacting to their s/o calling him a Karen

Joseph and Edgar's reactions to their S/O calling them a karen

Genre: Fluff

Warning: May be a tad bit suggestive

𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒

"A karen? what is this karen you speak of and why am I one?" Joseph questioned, a puzzled expression on the hunter's face. Blue eyes stared down at (Name) who was shrugging their shoulders, eyes half lidded as they rolled their eyes.

"Ask Lucky Guy" they say with a wave of their hand as they turn to leave. Joseph stares at their back, his eyes unblinking 'til they disappear in one of the manor's corridors.

"Joseph, y, you wanna know what a karen is right?" Liam asks, stifling his laughter behind one of his hands. The hunter nods from across the table, a serious expression on his face.

"Alright, but what were you guys talkin' about before they called you a karen?" Liam, also known as Lucky Guy inquired. Joseph hummed, bringing his hand to his face and resting that arm onto the table.

"I recall talking about how I sued a restaurant for not giving me the table I wanted—" Liam breaks out in unrestrained laughter, snorting a bit as he banged his fist onto the table.

"Holy crap, you really are a fucking karen!" Liam cried out, his laughter echoing in the dining room. Joseph stared blankly at the survivor, still clueless as to what a karen is.

Lucky calms down after a minute or two, inhaling deeply. "Joseph, do you have a paper and pen on you? I'd like to write it down instead, also, you may only read it once you are in your room" Liam requests with a strict tone, after all, he didn't want to see how Joseph would react upon reading it.

The hunter raises an eyebrow at the last thing Liam said, he sighs, nodding before rummaging through a photo he brought out. He pulled a piece of paper and a pencil out of the photograph, sliding it over to Liam's side of the table.

Liam utters out a "Some sort of wizard type of shit", low enough to make sure Joseph doesn't hear. He starts writing down his explanation on the paper.

Karens are people that act way too entitled for their good, often acting like they're way better than everyone else

He stood up from the table, folding the paper 3 times before tossing it to the Frenchie. He swiftly turns on his heel, darting to the door. "And remember, don't read it until you're in your room!" he shouts from outside the room.

Joseph hums, going into a photo and reappearing in his room. "Alright, now what is this karen they both speak of" he says, taking a seat on the couch stationed in his room.

He unfolds the paper, jaw going slack when he finishes reading it's contents. An irked expression replaces his shock, folding the paper neatly and shoving it into his waistcoat's pocket.

"Mon chéri, I may be entitled, but that is because I used to be a count" he whispered to no one, tapping on the couch's arm with his sharp nails.

A soft smile appears on his face, "Should I let them take control for tonight then? then we'll see who's begging for me to take charge by the end of the night" he chuckles, standing up and leaving his room in order to thank Liam.

𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍

"Why would you understand the meaning of art? I simply asked for you to become my model instead of being his" Edgar spat out, arms folded across his chest as he eyed Jack from behind (Name).

"Edgar, Jack was first— and you have no right to be rude to my friend! I don't care if you're my lover you damned karen!" (Name) pulled the hunter by his hand, walking away from Edgar who was scoffing.

"A karen? that damned title Liam talks about so often? me? I am not a damned karen, I just happen to know my worth" Edgar denies, waving it off.

hah, no

Not even minutes later and the painter is already thinking of how to apologise for his actions. He was alright with Jack but with his lover? god forbid them actually ignoring him.

He loved them dearly and if he needed to apologise to the hunter as well, he would gladly do so just to get them to forgive him.

Hours later and he's in his pajamas, seated on their shared bed in their shared bedroom. (Name) walks into the room, still not dressed in their own pajamas.

They attempt to walk back out, only to be pulled into Edgar's embrace. The painter mumbles something they weren't able to discern into their shoulder at first before they felt his hot breath on the shell of their ear.

"I'm sorry for being rude to you and your friend, I'll do anything for you to forgive me so please," he whispers, tilting their head to the side, "Don't leave me." before placing a soft kiss onto their lips.

Their lips part, red tinting the shorter one's face as they force themself to continue meeting his gaze. "Anything?" their voice soft, doe eyes meeting blue hues.

Edgar nods, eyes training on how they batted their eyelashes at him. "Then... I want more of you" they say almost pleadingly, an almost feverish yet absolutely delightful expression painting their face.

Edgar's now half lidded eyes stare down at them, bringing on of their hands to his lips and placing a gentle yet passionate peck on it. "Your wish is my command my love" he whispers, closing the distance between them.

lucky looks like a liam to me in all honesty, also, lately, i've been in the mood to write things that imply something sexual, i have a feeling that i'll be writing something nsfw soon - lawless

#lawless.writes #idv.writing #identity v #idv scenarios #idv x reader #identity v x reader #identityv #gn reader #idv photographer #idv painter #edgar valden #idv joseph #idv joseph x reader #idv edgar x reader

[robobarbie]

can we get aaaaaaaa

xyx and mc doing a very dramatic but very intense scene and it gets to the point mc doesn't seem like they're acting anymore - crying very heavily or something like that - and after shot xyx comes and checks on them?

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The crew is silent as a graveyard, locked onto the scene in front of them. Toaster can't help but smile as they watch -- this is why they do it. For moments like these.

The two actors glare at each other on the set as the camera rolls. The air is palpably tense between them.

"I told you that I... I loved you." Xyx spits through gritted teeth.

"You didn't mean it," you bite back.

"'You didn't mean that'," Xyx repeats back, mockingly. He runs a hand through his hair. "Please."

"You never meant it."

"I--"

"Makisig." You cut him off and your voice breaks as you say his name. He stops. Stares. You can't read his face.

"I know you've been using me. You can't deny what I heard." Your voice wavers. "The fact that you would stand here, and tell me that I don't know what I heard--"

"Because you don't!!"

"Shut the fuck up!!"

"Excuse me?"

"Stars in your heart, sugar on your fingers..." You grab your heart reflexively. Something hurts. It actually hurts.

Xyx's eye twitches as he watches your movement. But he waits for your next line.

It chokes out of you. "You were my string of light in a dark room." You can feel the tears start to leak. "You were my warmest blanket, my two AM secret... you were all of that to me."

He raises his hand and you step back.

He doesn't stop you.

"You made me believe I was worth something. Anything." You wipe your eyes lamely. "Well. You technically did follow up on that part, I suppose. Just not how I thought you would."

"Max--"

"How did it feel? Kissing me, and knowing the whole time you were just playing a part--"

"I wasn't."

You shake your head. "It doesn't matter anymore."

You step off the set and the director shouts cut. Your heart is pounding painfully and you try to repress a sob from clawing out of your throat.

The crew claps, but you continue walking until you're out of sight.

Xyx stares after you.

#AGANE #bp ask #anon ask #bp goes to hollywood #xyx

[multismutsblog]

Eric x reader pt 2

"YOU WHAT?!" Arlene shouted.

Last night, you'd managed to walk all the way home. You don't know what came over you. You felt strange, so you just walked. Come Saturday morning, you went to go help Arlene at Bellefleur's like you usually did on weekends for some extra cash. But walking home from Shreveport is not what Arlene was shocked about.

"Y/N. You're telling me that you fucked Eric fucking Northman, then just walked away?"

You nodded nonchalantly, "Pretty much, yeah."

Arlene searched your face for more of an answer but you didn't really have one. You lost your patience with her silence, "Well, what was I supposed to do? Oh, why thank you Mr Northman, Mr Vampire King, that was amaaazing." Your voice lost its fake enthusiasm on your last word.

"Well, no, of course not." She put her hands on her waist in frustration, "I don't know what I would've done." She paused, "What was it like? At least tell me that!"

Your mind was cast back to it; when Eric Northman had you bent over a desk. Even the thought of it made your insides tighten. All you could think to say was, "Like nothing I had ever done before."

Both of you laughed, probably due to similar embarrassment.

"Are you gonna go back tonight?" She asked.

You'd be lying if you told her you hadn't been thinking about it. But you'd decided not to. What were you to expect? He'd be so happy to see you? No, this vampire clearly had minimal emotions. Maybe you'd fuck again, but then you'd have to do that awkward exit again. You thought it would be best to just leave it. Count it as the best one night stand and move on.

"Nah, I'm just gonna leave it. I have a feeling Eric Northman isn't exactly the loving type."

"I wouldn't be so sure. He's got a twisted history, that vamp. One of the oldest vampires I know! And I know that he has definitely been in love before."

You had a feeling Arlene was just trying to comfort you, but you didn't really need it. In the end, Eric was just another random to add to your list. Yes, the best random you had ever had, but a random nonetheless. Your thoughts returned to how you'd spend tonight. A relaxing night in, you thought, would be best. A couple movies and a pizza, and maybe some wine. Yes, wine sounded great.

It's now 00:05 on Sunday morning and you've been up watching films and catching up on crappy television. The pizza box was soggy and cold now, but the smell still lingered quite unpleasantly within the living room area of your small home. You yawned as you checked you watch and decided that seeings as Sundays were the day of rest, you could afford to stay awake for a little bit more time. Maybe you'd turn in at 02:00am… that seems like an appropriate time. Turning on an other episode of Friends, you decided, Fuck it, and grabbed the last slice of cold pizza. Of course the door bell rang as soon as your mouth was full, but you got up to answer it anyway.

You opened the door, hiding behind it a little as you only had an over-sized t-shirt and panties on. It was that female vampire from last night.

"Pam, right?" You asked, taking another bite of pizza.

She rolled her eyes and raised her lip in disgust at you, "Invite me in."

"Why should I?" You asked, closing your eyes. Arlene had filled you in on all of the little vampire tricks, and you weren't about to get glamoured by this vampire-bitch. You didn't have to have your eyes open to know she was probably rolling her eyes again, and raising her eyebrow at you.

"Fine, don't." Pam spat as she turned to walk away.

"Okay, bye!" You called out in a mock cheery voice. Just as you went to close the door she ran back at vampire speed and almost begged, "Just let me in."

"I like it when you beg." You teased, finishing off the slice of pizza, "Beg for me, Pam." You knew she was probably going to kill you after this, but it was worth it to see the look of hatred on her face.

"Please, let me the fuck in."

"Well, you said 'please'. Come on in." As you expected, the moment you said those words Pam was at your throat. She hit your head back against the wall and had you dangling again. This time it hurt too much to smile at her, instead you felt your eyes beginning to bulge out of your head and your throat slowly swelling. Gradually you felt yourself losing consciousness. You kicked and punched out at her but Pam wouldn't let go. You had clearly pissed her off more than you had thought. You tried calling out her name, but it was no use. There was nothing you could do, and involuntarily, your body went limp. Pam dropped you. As you hit the floor, you tried to breathe in but you couldn't. Coughing and gagging you tried to regain your breath. Still on the floor you saw Pam walk slowly around the living room and then place herself on your couch.

Pam stared at you for the whole twenty minutes it took you to be able to regain your voice. Before talking to her, you got up to check yourself in the mirror. Bloodshot eyes and a bruised throat is what greeted you in the reflection.

"Fucking hell." You just about said.

"Can't go to work looking like that, huh?" She was now flicking through a magazine that she had taken from your coffee table.

"What?"

"You look shit, hun. What will the customers say when they enter that cute little clothes store and see you looking like that?" Pam didn't take her eyes off the magazine.

"What? How do you- …"

"Hun, I know everything." Pam got up and approached you. Instinctively you backed away from her, not afraid to admit you were afraid. She raised her eyebrow, as usual, looked you up and down and the brought her hand up to your bruised throat. You flinched away, but cold her hand met your neck gently.

"If only…" Pam whispered.

"Excuse me?" You said, genuinely asking her what she said because it was too quiet to hear and you could still hear your heart pumping in your head from when she was strangling you.

"Come with me." Pam said, turning abruptly and heading for the door.

"Er… can I at least change?" You asked, gesturing to your non–existent clothes. Pam looked you up and down again, "No, he'll like to see you like that."

There it was. Eric was summoning you. Again. Internally you were asking yourself why he was doing so, but decided that the more you thought about it, the worse it would get.

"Fine, let's go see the King then. Again." You shrugged and followed Pam out of the door, grabbing your hoodie as you left.

And there it was again, Fangtasia. Pam ran you through the crowd of people, all of whom stared at you in your inappropriate-for-different-reasons attire. She pulled you until you were standing in front of Eric, again.

"You again." You said.

"Y/N." Eric echoed.

"What is it this time?" You asked as Pam walked away, probably rolling her eyes. Eric's eyes locked onto your own, but he gestured to a foot stool on his left, "Sit."

You looked at the tiny chair, "You want me to sit? On that?"

He nodded, his mouth creasing ever so slightly into a smile.

"And if I don't?" You asked.

"I'll tie you down." He stated, balling his hand that was rested on the arm rest up into a fist. Hearing him talk, even so briefly, about bondage turned you on. You tested his arousal, "And if I want you to tie me down?"

Eric's eyes widen subtly, but you saw it. He didn't say anything but gestured once more to the foot stool. This time you obeyed. The seat was literally only inches off the ground so you sat with you legs together, knees pressed up against your chest. You wrapped your arms around your legs and watched the crowd in front of you. You checked your watch, it was now 00:20 and embarrassingly you were getting bored and tired.

Looking up at Eric, you saw him stare our into the crowd with a severe glint in his eye. What was he looking at? Was he just surveying? What is going on?

"So…" You needed to break the ice, "Is this… fun for you?"

He didn't even look down at you, "Are you a child?"

"No… but I am bored." You shrugged your arms in a 'what am I supposed to do?' kind of way. Eric didn't respond. He just continued to stare.

"Can I ask why I'm here?" You just wanted to do something, and decided talking to him, or at least trying to talk to him was your best bet.

"I wanted you here."

Eric just wasn't giving in. You were so confused. Feeling defeated, you went silent again. Your eyes lost the ability to focus and you stared down at the floor in front of you.

After some time, you weren't sure how long, Eric went to get up. He stood in front of you and offered a hand, "I'm bored. Let's go."

Taking his hand to help yourself up you asked, "Where?"

"To tie you up."

Still holding your hand, he led you down from the stage his throne was placed on and through the crowd. They all stared. Some intimidatingly, some in awe. You pulled your t-shirt down to cover yourself but it was really no use. One male vampire with a tattoo on his neck gave you a smirk.

"Eric?"

He only hushed you. You didn't even try to disobey. With this many vampires staring you down, it felt good to have someone to tell you what to do. What felt like hours later of walking through the club, Eric took you through a door and downstairs into a strange looking basement. There were chains and other unidentifiable metal objects hanging from the ceiling and walls.

"Whoa…" You said, a little afraid, "Eric, I'm not going to lie, I'm not totally into all that domming and subbing shit."

"That's fine, I'm not either." He grabbed you, and in an instant turned you around and pinned you against the wall. His chest was pushed up against yours and he held his face only an inch away from yours.

"You won't need to call me master." He kissed your neck, his hand stroking the bruises.

"You won't need my permission to touch me." He nipped at your neck and pulled your hoodie off of you. Your hands grabbed at his shirt by his waist.

"I will not make you wait until you can cum." His massive hands went up your t-shirt. He didn't need to take off any bras because you weren't wearing one. He gently cupped and grabbed at your breasts. He rubbed his thumbs over your nipples in circular motions, making them instantly erect. Your hands found his trouser waist line and you felt your way to his crotch. His erect cock was pushing against trousers so you stroked it. He groaned into your face before his mouth collided with yours. You felt his arms wrap around your body and you raised your own to go around his head. Eric lifted you up and found yourself in a similar position to yesterday with your legs clamped around his body. He groaned into your kiss and walked you somewhere else in the room.

Eric slammed you down hard onto a soft mattress, raising your arms above your head. He had walked you to a bed, the surroundings igniting more excitement inside of you. He stretched himself on all fours over your body and leant forward to tie your wrists together above your head. As he worked at the rope, his neck was outstretched before your face so you pushed yourself up towards him. You traced your tongue up the strained length of his neck, starting from his chest and you heard him grunt. He looked down at you with his molten sapphire eyes and grabbed your face with his hands to kiss you. Your arms were now tightly bound above your head making it hard for you to move but you loved it. Because you couldn't hold him with your hands you wrapped you legs around his body, pulling him down onto you. He almost laughed, a deep primal noise, as he slammed his mouth onto your own. You moaned onto his tongue and broke away with just enough breath to whisper, "Fuck me, Eric."

He didn't waste a second. Taking off his shirt and trousers, he lay between your legs. His hands slid from your knees, down your inner thigh until he placed one hand over your sex. You were already wet with anticipation. You pushed your pelvis up towards his hand for more friction. Eric ripped off your panties and you moaned, loud.

"Please." You whined.

"I did say I wouldn't make you wait, didn't I?"

All you could do was nod. Eric lay his body over you. You could feel his cock lying across your vagina. The friction felt good as he moved gently up and down your body. Eric grabbed your shirt by the collar and ripped. There was now a tear going down the whole of your t-shirt which he had opened to expose your naked body. He went to suck on your nipple as slowly pushed his cock inside of you. You couldn't help but moan his name out loud as he pushed his full length inside. For a while he stayed there, sucking and nipping at your breast. You bucked your hips for movement and he responded by getting up so that he was almost kneeling in front of you. Holding you by the waist he began slamming himself hard into your soaking vagina. Pulling on the restraints, you screamed. With every pound of his cock your insides tightened more and more. You arched your back as you heard Eric grunt as he pumped in and out of you. He pulled out slow, then forcefully rammed himself in. You could feel the pain of his hands gripping your waist so tight but it didn't matter.

"Y/N," He moaned, "you feel so good." He was grunting and thrusting harder and harder. Without any warning he descended upon you so that his entire body was covering yours. Wrapping your legs around him again, you pulled him closer, wanting him to be even further inside. Eric let out a primal groan and you felt the warmth of his breath against your forehead. He was untying your arms and before you knew it, your hands were in his hair. He grunted as you pulled on his blonde locks.

Suddenly he was sitting upright with you on him still, riding him. Moaning, you rolled your hips and he called your name. His cock was now deeper inside you than it had ever been before. You could feel your wetness under your legs, in between your skin and his. As you rode him, his cock pushed you higher and higher. Your insides became tighter and tighter.

"I'm gonna cum!" You screamed, almost ripping out his hair. Eric's arms pull you even closer to his body so that your breasts are pushed up against him. You looked down at him as he smothered your chest with kisses. Your body still rocking up and rock intensely as Eric thrust over and over again, deeper and deeper. At the moment he looked up at you, he winked and your orgasm took over your body. Arching your back away from him, only his arms kept you from falling back onto the bed. Even as you reached your climax, Eric didn't stop. He continued to pump his hard cock into you, faster and faster. Grunting, he pushed your orgasm until you almost had to beg him to stop. But you didn't need to. With one last thrust, you felt Eric tense as he finished inside you. Overwhelmed by the intense sex you just had with Eric Northman, you were completely exhausted and the moment he lay you down onto the bed, you fell asleep.

[blueicequeen19]

Touron Pt. 13 (the end)

I blink myself awake at the sound of the screen door slamming. I'm still so tired. I don't even know how I made it back to the Chateau. Exhaustion was heavy in my bones. I slowly sit up and John B appears in the doorway.

"What happened to your face, dude?" He tosses me a bottle of water and I quickly gulp down half of it.

"My dad." I chirp, still feeling the ache from my broken nose.

"Why did you go home last night?"

"I didn't think I was welcome here last night."

"Dude, we're family. Fights happen." John B shrugs and drinks from his own water bottle.

"God, I fucked up with Pope." I groan, leaning my back against the couch.

"Pope is fine. Did you make things right with Lucy?" John B sits down in the comfy chair across from me. I swallow the lump in my throat at the mention of her name. I thought maybe if I focused on fixing things with Pope that I could put Lu out of my mind but I can't.

"No. She loves me, man. What am I supposed to do with that?" I rake my hand through my hair. I can still smell her on my skin.

"You don't have to do anything, bro. You love her too." I flinch at his words, looking at him like he'd just grown another head.

"I do not." I snap and John B rolls his eyes.

"Yes you do. I could tell there was something there the moment you sat next to her at the party. You two light up when you're together."

"It's just sex, man. I like fucking her. That's all." I scoff, looking out the window. Those words leave a bad taste in my mouth. So what if I like everything about her? I like that she doesn't feel the need to fit in. That her nose is always in a book or that she'd rather wear T-shirts or the adorable nose scrunch she does when she laughs. I like that she hates beer. I like that she eats the tomato off my sandwich and gives me her pickle.

"You're lying." John B's voice cuts in and I snap my attention back to him.

"I'm lying? How could I love someone who drives me crazy and pisses me off constantly?" I shout.

"Does it hurt worse when you're with her or away from her?" John B yells back and I exhale deeply. After last night, it hurt more now. Definitely a lot more. God, she told me so many times that she loved me and each time I shot her down.

"She's a Touron. She'll be gone in three weeks. It's not worth starting something over." Three weeks and she'll be gone. Three weeks and it'll be like I never existed to her. Three weeks and I'll have to forget how many times she told me she loved me.

"So? You're just making excuses because you're scared. Just be together and figure out the rest later. She's cousins with the Cameron's so it's not like she'll never come back."

"I'm not scared! I don't love her!"

"Oh yea? So you won't mind if Pope or I swoop in?" I jump to my feet and John B doesn't even flinch as he holds my gaze. I'm panting angrily. John B is my best friend but I find myself suddenly violent over the thought of him making a move on her.

"You better do something before someone else does. Girls like Lu don't stay single very long."

"I have nothing to give her." My voice cracks and John B rolls his eyes.

"If those things were important to her, she wouldn't have stuck around as long as she did."

Why would someone like Lu love me? I'm a worthless piece of shit. My dad had only told me a hundred times. I'm the reason we're broke. I'm the reason my mom left. I'm the reason he's so angry all the time. She wouldn't love me if she knew all those things. She'd realize what a broken piece of shit I was and she'd run away, picking the good guy. The safe guy.

I want to vomit at the thought of another man touching what's mine. Kissing her lips. Tasting her skin. Palming her perfect bubble butt. I growl and John B raises a dark brow at me. Fuck him for making me second guess literally everything about this summer.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do, Bree?" I demand and he sighs.

"Go to her and figure out the rest later. You'll regret it if you don't." John B says calmly. I jump up, snatching up a shirt that was hanging on the back of the couch and jump on my dirt bike.

What would I say to her? How could I convince her that I was sorry? I didn't know anything about relationships but I knew I wanted her. That's a start right?

I drop my bike and sprint to the tree outside her window. I climb as quickly as I can and throw her window open. I duck inside before anyone could see me. Like the Kook royals would actually let me through the front door?

I stop short as I take in the bare room. Everything is gone. I yank open drawers and look in her closet, finding everything empty. Like she was never here. I throw the bathroom door open and it's spotless. My stomach sinks and my throat tightens as I frantically take my phone out, calling her. It doesn't even ring, the animated voice telling me the call failed. I try three more times and get the same thing. Why wasn't she answering me? Where did she go? I clutch my chest, willing my heart to slow down while I fight to breathe.

The bedroom door opens and I suck in a breath. Blonde hair emerges and I hang my head when Rose steps in, stopping immediately when she sees me.

"What are you doing? How did you get in here?" Rose demands.

"Where is she?" I choke out, tears filling my eyes. I already know but I need someone to say it. Rose's shocked expression turns to one of sympathy and she lets out a long breath.

"She left this morning. She went home. Said she was sick of this place. Do I have you to thank for that?" Rose scowls at me and I clutch my chest again.

"She left." It comes off sounding like a question but I said it because I need to hear it. This can't be real. I fucked up and lost my chance. I can't breathe, tears falling down my cheeks. Rose steps towards me and I bolt back out the window. I quickly make my way down the tree and run to my dirt bike.

This is why I didn't want this to go any further. This pain is unlike anything I've ever felt. It hurts so badly that I wish my heart would just stop. I pushed her away and she left.

She left me.

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