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Jon Snow x Wildling!reader; were she doesn't trust him at all and she's always going against him, bickering all the time...and it has smut maybe a more bottom!Jon who's at that point still not so experienced??? Lots of teasing on her side during the smut... :)

Jon Snow*MiLady

Pairing: Jon x F!Wilding!Reader

Platonic: reader x Ygritte, daughter!reader x Mance

Summary: Jon Snow found himself sharing a tent with a wilding girl who loved to rile him up

Warnings: swearing, smut, loss of virginity, praise kink, f receiving oral, piv sex think thats it?

Word count: 4800

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If anyone but Ygritte had brought a crow into your camp, you would’ve been right beside your fellow free folk demanding he either be thrown out or killed. However lucky for her Ygritte she was your closest friend and the reason you were still alive. Something she reminded you of as people voted on how to handle the crow.

You found it amusing how he was so quick to bend the knee to a king he never met, especially one who wasn’t even the king. Tormund apparently looked more the king than Mance, something you knew he would brag about for weeks. The crow told Mance he wanted to be free, but you knew it was a lie and so did Mance. Your interest was peaked from the corner of the room as he began to describe Craster leaving his new-born son in the woods and what came for it.

This time when Mance asked him why he was really here Jon, you had learned his name, answer seemed to be sincere. “I want to fight for the side who fights for the living." He spoke.

Murmurs fell over the crowd as your fellow free folk debated whether he could be trusted. The better question was if he was worth the risk. You still didn’t move from your spot in the back corner, but you did look up, meeting Ygritte’s eyes. Her gaze was strong, and you could feel the threat behind it.

Mance debated Jon’s words in a few moments of silence before turning his head to face you, “And what say you (Y/N)?” Mance asked. This time the crows’ eyes fell on you.

They were soft behind the harden gaze. He had obviously seen so much already but you had seen more. You pushed yourself off the wall and walked closer to where the crow stood, his eyes not leaving you, but you now refused to meet his, instead keeping yours on Ygritte. “You brought me a crow?” you asked her.

Ygritte smirked, “I brought you Jon Snow,”

“I already have plenty of snow,” you said causing Tormund and others to snicker, “Do you talk to all the crows to decide if you should shoot them?”

Ygritte glared at you. You glanced at Jon who was now wrapped in even more confusion. Why was the king asking someone else’s opinion? Clearly, he was not a wildling. “You owe me,” Ygritte reminded you, ignoring your question.

Your eyes fell back on Jon Snow who stood up straighter under your gaze. You internally smirked at his actions. There was silence in the room as your eyes roamed the crow. Finally, you glanced at Ygritte one last time before walking back to your corner, “I say he can stay,” you said and Jon nodded at your words, attempting to speak but you cut him off, “For now,” you added.

Mance nodded at your words and turned to his lieutenant, “Get the boy a new cloak,”

The new cloak didn’t help much as no one could forget a face like Jon Snow’s. everywhere he walked in the camp the children would pelt him with snow. You laughed at the irony. Ygritte kept trying to stop them to little avail. She tried to scatter the children as they pelted him again when she spotted you laughing across the camp. Ygritte stalked over to you. “Can’t you help me get them to knock it off?”

“Why would I do that?” you snorted at her question. You rolled your eyes as Jon rushed to catch up with his protecter. “He’s kind of like a dog,” you mused to her, but she just rolled her eyes.

“If you told them to stop, they’d have to,” she said ignoring your insult.

Jon had been in camp for only a couple of hours and clearly no one had explained anything to him, “So are you like the wildling queen?” he asked.

You grimaced at the suggestion, “Do you assume everyone is a king?”

Jon glared at your words, “That was an honest mistake,”

“Are all southerners so ready to bend the knee?” you asked with a smirk.

“I’m a northerner,” Jon spat.

You laughed as you began to walk away, Jon following behind you and Ygritte behind him, “A northerner who can barely walk in snow,”

“There’s like 9 inches of snow!” he shot back.

You couldn’t stop the laugh that shot out your lips as you turned to face him, “I’ll keep that in mind next time im cold, Snow,” you smirked.

Jon’s face flushed pinker than the cold had already nipped it, “I didn’t mean it like that! And you know it,”

“Are you always so miserable?” you asked, turning back to face where you were walking. You were walking to where some of your men were preparing hot stew, something you needed to help with the admittedly high snow.

Jon just sighed behind you and ignored your question. “So, what are you then? Queen, princess, general?” he asked.

“Why does it matter?” you asked as you got in line for stew, Ygritte cutting in front of you and Jon behind you.

“I want to know who I’m talking to,”

“Are you blind?” you snipped, growing hungrier by the minute. “Or just an idiot?”

“Are you?” Jon said, causing you to stop moving and turn to face him, “Why did Mance need your permission?” he asked.

You rolled your eyes, “He didn’t need my permission, just my opinion. Which by the way is usually right so don’t prove me wrong,”

“And why does your opinion matter to a king?” he asked as Ygritte walked away with her stew.

As you took the bowl from the man you turned to face Jon again. “His daughter,” you smirked, and you could see Jon’s face pale.

“So, you’re a princess?”

“Maybe to the south,” you said, “Here I’m his first man, his council. What you people call a hand,”

“My father was a hand,” he said as he reached for his own bowl of stew.

“I never asked,” you said as you stopped his hand, “Who said you could eat?” you asked, and Jon’s face fell.

His shock was quickly replaced by anger as he stomped to where Ygritte was sitting on a log. You laughed as you picked up his bowl before walking to join them. You held the bowl out to the crow who looked up at you with a cold stare. “I’m not that bad,” you shrugged, holding it out closer for him to take.

“How kind,” he said, rolling his eyes. You smacked the back of his head for that, “Hey!”

“Shut up,” you said as you reached into your pocket and pulled out the fabric you wrapped your spoons in. you passed Jon one without saying anything and he seemed shocked but less angry this time, “Eat,” you told him and finally he did.

After your food Jon stopped being your problem till the sun began to set. That’s when Ygritte approached you with her next problem, “Where’s the crow sleeping?”

“Fuck would I know?” you said. You were just about to go into your own tent when she had caught you. The day had been long, and Jon was far from your only problem. “Ask Mance,”

Jon stood a couple of feet behind Ygritte, “He said to ask you,”

“Ask Tormund,” you said as you rolled your eyes and went to walk into your tent, but she grabbed your arm to stop you.

“He said the same thing,” she smirked.

“You’ve got to be kidding me? How is the crow my problem now?” you asked.

Jon stomped closer to where you debated with Ygritte, “I’m right here you know,”

You held your hand up to him, motioning him to shut up as you continued talking to Ygritte, “Stick him in a spare tent,”

“No ones willing to give him one,”

You sighed knowing you wouldn’t have given him your peoples spare supplies either in their shoes. “Does he have furs?”

“Oh, aye I carried furs all the way from the wall encase I came to camp with yous,” Jon said.

You held back a laugh and kept an annoyed face on as best you could. Snarky Jon was better than formal Jon. “Can’t you keep him?”

“I share a tent with two other folk who’d skin him in his sleep,” she said, and you sighed knowing she was right, “What am I supposed to do with him?”

“Right fine fuck fine okay,” you said, running a hand through your hair, “Just fuck off and I’ll deal with it,”

“Thank you,” Ygritte yelled as she was already running away before she could change her mind.

You sighed and began to walk to go into your tent, “What about me?” Jon asked, rushing to follow.

“You have legs. Keep up,” you said as you entered your tent, holding the flap open for him to get in. “Hurry up im cold,”

“Oh, so wildings do get cold,” Jon smirked as you began to secure the tent entrance shut to block out the harsh wind.

“Do you want to sleep in the snow?” you asked as you turned to face him. He just rolled his eyes in response. You ignored him as you began to light a couple candles to light the dim tent. “You can borrow my spare furs. Don’t ruin them crow,” you warned.

“Don’t worry your precious furs are fine with me milady,” he said as he looked around the tent.

You grabbed one of your furs and threw it at him, “Don’t call me that,” you said.

“What?” he asked, “Milady? Are you not a princess milady? Do you have another title milady? What would milady like?”

“Milady would like you to shut the fuck up,” you almost yelled as you sat on your own pile of furs that acted as a bed and began to remove your cloak, flinging it into the corner of the tent.

Jon laughed as he internally celebrated his mini win before he looked around the tent awkwardly, “Where am I supposed to take these?”

You looked up at him, eyebrows knitting in confusion as you took off your boots, “You’re sleeping in here. With me. Unless you’d prefer the snow?”

“I don’t think your father would- “

“I am his daughter not his possession,” you said as you finally got your second shoe off. “and if its my honour your worried about just know us free folk have another definition of honour,”

“And what’s that?” Jon asked.

You stood up from the furs and grinned, “Well part of it is you not killing me in my sleep. At least wake me up first,” Jon just grumbled something under his breath, and you rolled your eyes, “Are you gonna stand there all night? Get ready for bed dumbass,” you said.

“Fuck off,” Jon said; however, he did as he was told as he laid his furs on the ground and began to take his cloak and boots off.

You ignored the crow as you began to fix your hair for bed. You looked down to where Jon was getting under the furs with his clothes still on, “Are you that cold?” you asked.

“What?” Jon asked but a blush fell on his face as you began to remove your outer layers. “Oh,”

You grinned as you stripped down to a lose long shirt you wore under your other clothes. “I forgot you crows didn’t do the whole sex thing,” you said. Jon avoided looking at you as you sat on your furs, deliberately not going under them. The shirt covered your torso and tops of thighs but apparently your legs were too scandalous for him, “Relax, we’re not having sex. I know you crows don’t have it in you,” you laughed.

“I could!” he protested, his eyes flashing to meet yours then quickly moving away, “But I took a vow saying I wouldn’t take a wife,”

“Who said anything about marriage?” you asked.

Jon rolled his eyes as he began to shed his own outer layers. You kept your eyes on him, smirking as he flushed under your gaze, “Can I help you?” he asked as he took his tunic off.

“You already said no to that,” you grinned, and his flush only depend. “Have you ever had sex?” you asked as you decided to retreat under your furs.

Finally, Jon could look at you without going red, “I made a vow- “

“I meant before that,”

“I was just a boy then,” Jon said who was now in just an under shirt and pants. He climbed under his furs you had gave him as you watched, “Why are you staring at me?”

You laughed at him as he scowled, “Never seen a crow without his clothes on,” you said, “Not half bad,” you laughed as you took the under shirt you had on off, puling the furs up to cover yourself, “Not as good as a wilding though,”

Jon rolled his eyes, but his face was red after he noticed you were now naked in the tent, “Of course you’d say that”

“Want me to prove it?” you offered, sitting up more so the furs slipped down slightly.

Jon blushed more, “No I believe you,” he stammered.

“Do yous not sleep naked?” you asked, deciding to give him some mercy.

Jon laid down, turning to face you on his side still a couple of feet apart. “Some do I suppose. Im always scared someone will walk in,”

“No one will walk into this tent,” you assured him.

Jon snorted, “What? Would Mance kill them?” he asked.

You pulled the dagger out from under your furs, “No, I would,” you grinned, and you saw a look of fear and impress fall on his face. “Don’t worry. I don’t want to get blood on my good furs,”

Jon rolled his eyes before turning to face the other wall. You grinned as you settled down to sleep. However, sleep did not come. Despite the furs you had you felt the chill as a storm seemed to be over the camp. The frigid air beat the side of the tents and whistled in the wind. You had decided to not blow out two candles so you could make sure the crow wasn’t planning to kill you, but it now helped you ask you rolled over to see Jon shivering in his furs.

Admittedly you had gave the boy one of the more scraggily ones and he only had one while you had several. You could tell by the cold he would not be asleep and was merely making. You sighed as you sat up, keeping the furs covering your chest, “You cold?” you asked, already knowing the truth.

“Why do you care?” he asked, not opening his eyes.

You sighed as you moved some of the furs around, “Get under,” you told him and this time Jon opened his eyes, “Toss that one on top and come on,”

“What?” Jon asked as he sat up in his own makeshift bed.

“You’re shivering so much your teeth are gonna break. Get under the furs,” you told him. Jon seemed to debate it, “Your southern honour doesn’t apply here. Get under the furs,” you commanded him.

This time Jon seemed to listen. He got up and quickly fling the fur he had on top of the pile you had on you, and shimming in in between your pile of furs, “I’m not a southerner,” he protested as he joined you in the furs, letting out a sigh as the warmth surrounded his body.

He accidentally nudged into you, and you yelped at his cold skin, “Your like ice!” you squealed.

Jon grinned as he rolled over to face you, “More like snow,” he said. You rolled your eyes, telling him to fuck off under your breath and in response Jon pressed one of his icy hands to your waist.

You squirmed under his touch as he laughed at your yelping. His hands were probably colder than the ice outside but despite this you still wanted his hand on your waist. He pressed the back of the other to your cheek, “You’re playing a dangerous game snow,” you warned him, teeth chattering.

“And whys that?” he asked. Gods was that smirk attractive.

You grabbed the wrist by your face and pushed it back while grabbing the other off your waist, forcing him onto his back with his hands pinned by his head, “I’m quicker,” you smirked. You were now straddling the crow’s waist, your chest exposed and only inches from his. The way his breath caught in his throat and his eyes widened made your grin grow. “Crow got your tongue?” you asked.

“You might be quicker but I’m stronger,” Jon stuttered out.

However, he made no attempt to make you move which only made you laugh, “So you’re choosing to have a naked woman on top of you. How dishonourable of you Jon Snow,” you tutted.

Jon scowled up at you, “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said and this time you laughed loudly causing his face to go red.

Your laughter stopped when the bastard flipped you onto your back, your legs now wrapped around his waist as he held himself above you. Jon now had your own wrists pinned above your head, allowing you to look down to see his body above you. The nightswatch did something right you had to admit when you saw how toned he was from what his undershirt revealed.

Your eyes scanned over him deliberately slowly before meeting his eyes. “I could get used to this crow,” you said before wrapping your legs tighter around your waist, you pulled him closer causing you to rub against his crotch which you could feel hard against you. You saw his face flush as you chuckled, “You might have honour but he,” you said, grinding against the crow again, “does not,”

“Shut up,” Jon grumbled as he avoided your gaze, but he made no attempts to remove your legs.

You removed your legs from around his waist, causing him to finally glance down at you, “If you want me to stop, I’ll stop,” you said and once again he looked away like a scared puppy, “but no one but us has to know what happened in this tent,” you finished.

Jon looked down at you, his eyes filled with desperation and longing, “Can I kiss you?” he finally asked.

This time your smile was gentle as you pulled your hand free of his before pulling his head closer to yours and placing your lips onto him. Despite loving to tease you could tell how nervous the boy was, so you started the kiss slow, unsure if he had ever kissed anyone before this. His lips were far gentler than any wildings and his hair was soft in your grip.

You tugged gently on his curls causing him to moan against your mouth. You took the opportunity to slip your tongue into Jon’s mouth who gladly let you. You felt his tense body relax against your touch as he rested more of his weight on you.

His arms rested beside either side of your head to keep him up. Taking on of his hands, you brought it down your body, placing his hand on your breast. You could sense his nerves and pulled back slightly, laughing gently, “You can touch me, I don’t bite,” you said, pressing another small kiss to his lips before adding, “much,”

Jon didn’t argue with your smarminess this time and instead gently squeezed where you had placed his hand before diving back into your lips, desperate for your touch. Your other hand slipped away and began to roam down his chest then down his body, feeling his abs underneath his shirt and causing him to shiver.

Then you moved your hand down lower, playing with the band of his under clothes. You felt his stomach tense again under your touch. “I have an idea,” you told him before flipping him back onto his back before he could protest. With his hips under yours, you grinded down onto his hard member causing Jon to groan and his eyes to flutter shut, “We’ve barely even started and look at you,” you cooed down at him.

Jon tried to argue but you rolled your hips against his again and another moan fell out his pretty lips. “Do it again,” he begged. You complied once more before stopping, moving your hands to pull of his shirt so you could trace his abs, “Please,” Jon begged again.

“You’re cute when you’re desperate,” you told him before your eyes flickered back to his body. You trailed your hands over his chest, and you felt Jon buck his hips into yours. In response you lifted your hips up away from his, “You need to be patient,” you warned the crow, “Im much nicer to boys who listen,”

“I’m not a boy,” Jon argued, and you smirked at his words.

Brushing the hair out his face, you looked down at him as he glared at you, “Prove it,” you told him before pressing your hips down, grinding into him again causing him to moan louder this time, “Men don’t beg for me to do this,” you said as you continued rolling your hips against him, “They beg for much more,”

“Please,” Jon begged, his hands moving to grab your hips which you decided to allow, enjoying how they dug into your flesh, “I want to feel you,”

“But do you deserve it?” you asked, still rolling your hips against him, trying to ignore the wet spot that was growing against him and wetting his underclothes.

Jon let out a whine when your hips met his again, “I’ll listen I promise. I promise I’ll be good,” the way he shamelessly begged to be touched made you want to tease him more, but you were afraid he wouldn’t last long enough for it to be worth it.

You hummed at his words, your fingers trailing down his body before arriving at the hem of his remaining clothes. You leant down to press a kiss to his throat as you slid the clothes down his legs. Jon quickly shimmed them off. Now you could see his hard cock that was already red and dripping with precum.

Jons hips bucked as you took his member into your hand, running your thumb over the top. “If you don’t keep still ill stop,” you warned, and Jon did his best to comply as you slowly began to pump your hand up and down. He began to whimper under your touch, begging under his breath to feel you. You moved up to hover over his cock again, running its tip over your wet folds, “Beg me,” you said.

Jon cursed under his breath, his eyes rolling back at the sensation of you against him, “please,” he whimpered, “please just-fuck,” Jon gasped as you sunk down onto him, his eyes screwing shut.

You gasped yourself as you took him in, he was bigger than you had expected. Giving yourself a moment to adjust, you rested your hands on his abs to keep yourself up. Once you began to feel more comfortable you began to roll your hips again, feeling him move deeper into you as you did. “Fuck you feel so good,” you praised, hands gripping onto him. Jon was still moaning under neath you, but you saw a bashful smile cross his lips when you complimented him. “You like that?” you asked moving faster, “Like when I tell you how good you are?”

“Mhmm,” Jon agreed as he let out a string of shameless moans.

You moved your hand to grab his, pulling it up to grab your chest, “Are you scared to touch me crow?” you asked as you used your hands to move his.

“I’m not scared,” Jon said, his breath shaky.

This just made you grin, “Not scared him?” you said, “What pretty noises you're making for me… am I making you feel good?" you asked, and you felt Jon twitch inside you.

You began to roll your hips slower but deeper, feeling yourself hit off his pubic bone, “Fuck please don’t stop,” Jon moaned.

“Aw is the crow gonna cum?” you asked, grabbing his jaw before leaning down to kiss it all while your hips still rolled against his. “You’re such a mess right now you know that?”

“I don’t care,” he stuttered, his breath beginning to catch in his throat.

You continued to leave kisses along his jaw line and neck. “It’s hot when you talk back to me,” you said, your lips grazing his ear before giving it a quick bite.

“You said you don’t bite,” Jon moaned.

“But you like it don’t you?” you said, biting his jaw gently causing him to moan. “You’re so pretty like this,” you said, sitting back up to allow yourself to move your hips better. You sped up you’re bouncing, and you felt Jon squeeze your tits tighter and his cock twitching more.

“I’m gonna,” Jon started to saw, his hips rutting up against yours. You sped up slightly, wanting to savour your last few pumps, before quickly pulling off him. Jon whined but your hands instantly replaced your cunt and within two strokes he had came all over his stomach as you rested over his thighs. “Fuck,” Jon panted as he tried to catch his breath.

You laughed as you fell over to lay beside him, also out of breath. “Maybe you’re not so bad after all,” you said as Jon whipped his stomach off with a cloth you passed him.

“Is that so?” Jon asked, throwing the cloth to the side, “What about you?” Jon asked as he rolled over to face you.

“What about me?” you asked.

Jons hand trailed over your thighs, his fingers mere inches away from your wet cunt, “You didn’t, you know,” he said, his cheeks flushing.

“It’s okay I don’t mind,” you told him as you went to push his hand away.

Jon gripped your thigh to stop you, “But I wanted you to,” he pouted.

You raised an eyebrow at the man, “What did you have in mind?” you asked.

Jon trailed his fingers closer to your core which was beginning to feel so empty without him in it, “My watch brothers told me about this thing you do to women to make them,” Jon began to stammer out his words. “You know,”

“You want to make me cum,” you confirmed, and Jon gave you a sheepish nod. You laid back into your furs, settling yourself in. “Show me what how the crows do it,” you told him.

Jon hesitated for a second before he began to shuffle down, his head disappearing under the furs. Your eyebrows scrunched up in confusion, but a moan ripped through your throat as Jon placed a kiss to your cunt. The wildings didn’t do it like this. You couldn’t see his face, but you knew he had to be smirking as he began to lick a stripe up your cunt. He began soft at first before he began to lap up your juices, his tongue massaging your core. You didn’t stop the moans as he continued to kiss and lick you.

Then you felt his fingers tease your hole and you felt a knot tighten in your stomach as they slipped into you. Jons tongue trailed up to focus on placing sloppy kisses to your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you. You moaned his name when you felt his fingers curl inside you. Your skin felt hot as his face was buried in your cunt, his spare hand gripping your thighs.

Your hands were knotted in his curls, keeping his face where you needed him. The knot in your stomach tightened with every curl and pump of his fingers. The pressure continued to build as he kissed your clit before taking it in his mouth and lightly sucking it. the feeling sent you over the edge. You gripped his hair even tighter as you rode out your orgasm on his tongue which never stopped till you let go of his hair as you began to come down from your peak.

“Why so quiet now?” Jon teased as he came out from under the furs, his face soaked with your juices.

You were almost gasping for breath as you pulled the furs to cover you, “Is that how the lords please their lady’s?” you asked him.

Jon grinned at you, placing a kiss to your cheek, “I’m not sure,” he confessed, “I just wanted to kiss you there,”

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feverish and faint [entire slendermansion x reader] — smut

An attempt at escaping the eldritch entity that kidnapped you leads to... this. — ft: eyeless jack, masky, hoodie, ticci toby, jeff the killer, ben drowned, and slenderman.

inspired by passed around from @succulentwritings_official on ao3! ♡

author's note: dead dove: do not eat. this fanfiction will contain explicit sexual content, including rape/non-con, dub-con, gangbang(s), tentacles, facefucking, degradation, mild blood, and similar themes.

this is quite literally a slendermansion train. if you don’t like this kind of content, don’t fucking read it. you have been warned.

please read at your own discretion.

this work has not yet been proofread.

You thought you knew what you were getting into when you tried to escape.

A broken leg. Confinement back in the basement. Maybe he’d rough you up with those tentacles of his. Depending on how much your escape had upset him, or maybe if he was just feeling particularly cruel, you would start hearing static, blacking out. Losing your sense of time, losing your memories.

All of that, you had mentally prepared yourself for; you had acknowledged the risks at the time and still decided it would be worth it.

For your friends, your family. All of which were sure to have missed you dearly—it had been months since you were taken captive. It would’ve been worth it for the chance to see them again.

Even if you were caught, brought back and punished, it would still be worth it. For a second to breathe fresh air. For even a glimpse of the outside world again. For anything, anything besides the stale, dull rooms of the mansion you were trapped in.

At least, that’s what you believed.

When you were finally found, approximately two hours later, cowering at the overgrown roots of a tall tree, knees stained with dirt and coagulated blood, face damp with tears, by the very eldritch entity that had ripped you from your peaceful life, you knew you were wrong.

But it wasn’t until you were dragged back into the mansion, kicking and screaming until your throat was hoarse, knowing that there was nobody to hear you, nobody to save you, that you only started to realize just how wrong you were.

Your first sign of alarm was when he didn’t say a word, not even after he had brought you back into the mansion, back into your almost luxurious—with velvet curtains and silk bedsheets—yet dreadful bedroom.

Your second sign of alarm was when instead of snapping your bones or sending you into a coughing fit with blood seeping from your nostrils, the tall, monstrous being ran a bath, filling the bathtub with comforting hot water and vanilla bubbles.

But the third time was indeed the charm, the last sign you needed to let you know that there was something terrible planned in store for you.

After all, the premonition of impeding doom was unmistakable as he escorted you into the bath and lathered you up in delicious honey foam, gently scrubbing the grime off your skin. Despite the perfectly warm temperature of the water, you couldn’t avoid the cold, cold feeling of dread as your heart sank down into your gut.

He was pampering you like a doll, and your heart pulsed anxiously as you tried to figure out why.

“Why are you doing this?” you meekly questioned, afraid of invoking further wrath.

The tall man, the one you had now come to know as Slenderman, ignored your question.

You could feel his voice in your head as he replied.

“Did you enjoy your little escape, darling?” The words instantly sent a chill down your spine.

The volume of your heartbeat increased, each thump louder than the last and reverberating within your skull. You could feel your chest tighten, your ribcage clamping down around your lungs like a vice as your breathing quickened.

“I’m— I’m sorry,” you muttered, curling your legs into your chest, hugging them tight.

“Oh, darling,” the man made a noise akin to a sigh. “I know you aren’t.”

He reached one of his hands over, long fingers taking ahold of your chin, tilting your head upwards to meet his blank canvas of a face.

“But, you will be, soon enough.”

You could hear the promise in his words, and you tried to mentally brace yourself for whatever punishment he’d put you through.

But no amount of preparation would’ve been enough for this.

—

When you woke up, you were greeted by a shroud of darkness. When you blinked, you could feel your eyelashes flutter against something soft—likely a cloth, a blindfold of some sort.

This was new.

You still had faint traces of a headache from what had previously occurred. After bathing you and drying you off, your head was instantly filled with the now familiar buzz of static, and it wasn’t long before your consciousness slipped from your grasp.

You winced, stirring from your resting position before the dreaded voice once again permeated your skull.

“Good, you’re awake,” Slenderman spoke. “Right on time.”

Right on time? For what? You weren’t sure that you wanted to find out, but it wasn’t like you really had a say in it.

“Come on in, everyone,” Slenderman addressed an unknown audience, though it wasn’t hard to guess who he was referring to. Throughout your stay in the mansion, the tall man had made you aware of the presence of others living there. You knew that other people, or possibly creatures like himself resided in the same building as you, though you fortunately never had to meet them. Even during your brief escape, you hadn’t seen anyone else, which you had been thankful for. But it appeared that your luck had ran out, and you were soon to face a fear greater than the unknown.

You heard a door creak open, then footsteps—though you couldn’t tell yet how many people there were—which came to a shuffling halt after a few seconds.

The room was silent, save for the pounding rush of blood in your ears.

“Darling,” Slenderman’s voice drawled on, a hint of amusement audible as you felt tendrils wrap around your limbs, picking you up and placing you on what you guessed to be his lap. “You’ve been rather disobedient lately, haven’t you?”

You didn’t respond, your heart threatening to combust in your chest as your body tensed up. You felt his hands brush against your face as his fingers slipped underneath the cloth covering your sight.

“You’ll have to be taught a lesson now, dear.” With that, the blindfold was lifted from your eyes, though the sudden brightness of the room proved to be too harsh on your eyes, causing you to flinch, squinting for a few seconds as you adjusted to the light.

You realized two things at once. First of all, there were numerous men before you, of various different appearances and sizes. And second of all, you were half-naked, the only clothing covering you being a sheer, white mesh lingerie dress and matching panties.

The realization of what was going on instantly dawned upon you, your eyes widening and blood running cold.

“No,” you breathed. “No, Slenderman, please, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again—”

“Of course not,” he chuckled, a low rumble in his chest as he laughed. “That’s what I’m making sure of.”

He diverted his attention from you, back to the group of men before you. You counted in your head; there were six of them.

“Go ahead, gentlemen. You’re free to do with her whatever you want.”

The final words sealing your fate were spoken. As soon as the words were said, two of the men moved forward, advancing towards you.

The first one to reach you was a man in a tan jacket. His face was concealed behind a white mask with black painted features, dark brown hair falling past it.

“Should’ve known better than to piss him off,” he snickered. “But I’m definitely not complaining.”

You could only watch in horror as he unbuttoned his jeans, sliding down the zipper and pulling down both his pants and underwear together, revealing his already erect member.

You panicked at the sight, condensation beginning to bead up on your forehead as your breathing quickened from anxiety.

“Please don’t do this,” you begged, but the man merely laughed.

“No can do, princess,” he answered with a callous tone. “Now get to work and suck it.”

When you didn’t move, merely looked at him with pleading eyes in hopes of the slight bit of mercy, the man grew impatient, roughly grasping a handful of your hair and pulling you forward towards him, your lips mere centimetres from his cock.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered. You gulped, swallowing the saliva that had pooled in your mouth, trying to get past your own reluctance.

A harsh slap to your face jerked your head sideways, your cheek instantly stinging in discomfort as you hissed in pain.

“Open your mouth,” the masked man repeated himself, this time more forcefully. You could only comply, allowing your lips to part slightly. He wasted no time in shoving his cock past your lips, using the hand he had in your hair to push your head down, forcing you to take his length in until the head hit the back of your throat. You could feel your eyes water, tearing up as he aggressively fucked your mouth, thrusting in and out as you struggled to keep up. You tried your best to breathe through your nose, but it didn’t prevent you from gagging on his erection, the discomfort causing the first tear to slide down your cheek.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw one of the other men—black fabric mask with a red stitched on face, dressed in a yellow hoodie and jeans—move towards you. The man with the porcelain mask noticed as well, ceasing his thrusting for a second to address his companion.

“You want a piece of her too, huh, Hoodie?” You could hear the grin in his voice as he spoke.

The man in yellow, that you now knew as Hoodie, replied.

“She’s got a nice body. I have no reason not to.” His voice was softer, lacking the aggressiveness that the former held. You couldn’t really frown, with the man’s erection still in your mouth, but you could feel irritation spike at his comment with the way he spoke about you. As if you were just an object, a piece of meat. Though, at the same time, there was something about that, that elicited a scintilla of dark excitement within you. Something you decided you wouldn’t—you couldn’t—pay any mind to.

The first man pulled you off of his member with a harsh tug to your hair, a squeak leaving your lips, finally able to make sound again. You took the opportunity to try and protest again, before this went even further.

“Guys, please,” you whined, knowing your efforts would likely prove to be fruitless. “Please stop.”

The masked man only snickered, further cementing how futile your objections were. You felt as if he was about to make a snarky comment, but instead, the hooded man spoke.

“Masky, shut her up.” His tone was flatter, colder than before, causing a fresh wave of goosebumps to break out over the surface of your skin.

Before you knew it, Masky was pushing you back down onto his cock, and you couldn’t do much besides take his length into your mouth, though this time, his movements were slightly slower as he jerked his hips against your mouth.

With your nose practically pressed up to Masky’s stomach, your vision was rather limited, though you could feel Hoodie’s hands on your skin, making you flinch.

You could feel his hands trail down your stomach to your hips, but it wasn’t until his fingers brushed against the thin fabric of your panties that you panicked, trying to squirm away from his touch. Your resistance only made the tentacles wrapping around your limbs tighten, which in return caused you to thrash harder against their grip. It wasn’t until they were binding your arms and wrists so tightly that you were worried about your circulation, that you finally stopped trying to break free. It wasn’t like you could even move as that point, anyway, the tendrils holding you perfectly still, inanimate as a statue.

Your gasp was muffled by the cock in your mouth. Hoodie picked your hips up, lifting them off of Slenderman’s lap so that your stomach was pressed against the eldritch entity’s thighs instead, with your ass in the air. You felt his fingers push your panties aside, exposing your cunt to the cooler temperature of the room, sending shivers down your spine.

You couldn’t make a sound, Masky picking up the pace as he abused your mouth, your eyes squeezing shut in discomfort, before you received another sharp tug to your hair.

“Look at me,” he snapped. You opened your watery eyes to meekly glance at him, your vision blurring with tears.

At the same time, you felt a finger brush against your clit, and you flinched, instinctively trying to wiggle away but there wasn’t anywhere for you to go.

You could feel that it was likely Hoodie’s thumb when he started rubbing circles around your clit, the unexpected pleasure startling you. As he continued his movements, you couldn’t help but feel good, thanking whatever god was out there that at least your moans were stifled by Masky’s cock as he rapidly thrust in and out of your mouth.

You could feel his thrusts growing more frantic, but you found it hard to pay much attention with Hoodie’s fingers pressed against your clit, the unwanted pleasure beginning to cloud your judgement.

You only snapped out of it for a brief second when Masky grunted, his hips jerking to a sudden halt in your mouth, and you could feel liquid, slightly bitter and salty flood your mouth.

“Drink it all,” he demanded. You complied, doing your best to swallow the fluid, the aftertaste making you grimace as he pulled out, stepping away to redress himself.

You were glad that he was done for a second—at least this was getting closer to being over than before—but then realized something. There was nothing to muffle your moans, not anymore, and you could only do your best to hold it in, despite Hoodie continuing to play with the sensitive nub of flesh, each movement only further hazing your mind. You were hoping he wouldn’t notice, as you strained to keep yourself from moving your hips, wanting more, but your hopes were in vain when you heard him speak.

“Enjoying yourself?” Hoodie’s tone was as callous as ever, but it held a hint of sadistic joy, and you were just about to tell him ‘no’ when you felt him slip two fingers past your entrance, a lustful gasp escaping your lips.

You could feel a wildfire blazing across your cheeks, lowering your gaze to the floor in shame as he worked his digits inside of you, the tips of his fingers rubbing at your g-spot.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you denied, trying to hold onto whatever slivers of pride you had left.

“Is that why you’re so wet?” You couldn’t see him, but you could hear the grin in his voice as his fingers made a particularly lewd, squelching sound inside you.

You didn’t answer, your embarrassment peaking as you listened to the sounds that your own body was making.

You couldn’t hold back from whining when he pulled his fingers out, the sudden lack of sensation making you squeeze your thighs together, trying to relieve yourself of the heat building up inside of you.

You heard some shuffling—likely him undoing his pants—before you heard footsteps, your head snapping towards the source of the sound.

Another man was approaching you, dressed in a khaki coloured sweater with striped sleeves, complete with jeans as well, though his mask was different than the others, more so resembling a mouthguard with a separate pair of goggles.

“You should—woo—make her beg for it first,” he suggested, a dark chuckle leaving his lips. The tone of his voice gave you chills, something clearly more sinister than the other two that had spoken so far.

“I don’t see the need,” Hoodie responded. “You can if you want.”

The man with goggles shrugged, before turning to you. Behind the goggles, you could see the sadistic gleam in his amber eyes.

“Mind waiting for a second?” he asked, seemingly to Hoodie, though the question felt rhetorical.

“No, go ahead.” You were really hoping Hoodie would object, but it seemed like he didn’t have any issue with the former’s antics.

“Alright,” the man with goggles snickered. “Listen up, buttercup. You’re going to—woo—beg real fucking nice for me, and when I’m satisfied, he’ll fuck you. How does that sound?”

Awful, you thought, staring at him, aghast. There was no way you were doing this. There was no way you would just give up your own dignity like that. At least, that’s what you wanted to believe, when you felt Hoodie’s fingers rub at your dripping cunt again, but this time, at an agonizingly slow pace.

You whined, his fingers drawing the laziest of circles around your clit, his touches softer than before, just enough to tease you but not enough to satisfy you.

The goggled man cackled.

“Thought you didn’t see the need,” he said.

“I don’t,” Hoodie restated what he previously said. “I’m just helping you out, Toby.”

Toby. So that was his name. You kept it in mind—for no particular reason—as Hoodie continued his actions, every passing second a slow torture for you.

It felt good. You wanted more. You whimpered, feeling any self-control you had left, slip from your grasp.

“Please,” you finally whispered. “Please, Toby, I want it.”

You couldn’t look him in the eyes; your ego had been shattered and thrown in the gutter. If there was any occasion befitting for Slenderman’s memory erasure, it would be this. But he wouldn’t be so kind as to let you forget this, you were sure of that.

“Didn’t hear you, sorry,” Toby taunted, the glee clearly audible in his voice. “Care to repeat yourself—woh—woo—one more time?”

You gritted your teeth, cursing yourself for being foolish and naïve enough to have ever gotten in this situation.

“Please,” you spoke under your breath.

“Louder,” he cut you off. To your own horror, you found yourself complying.

“Please, Toby, I want it,” you cried out, your voice high-pitched and whiny and nothing like you had ever imagined you’d sound.

“Good girl,” Toby praised you, his voice sickly sweet.

As soon as the words left his lips, you felt one of Hoodie’s hands grip your hips, pulling them toward himself, the other hand likely lining himself up with your entrance as you felt the tip of his erection press against it.

He plunged himself inside you with a delightful stretch, eliciting a loud moan from your lips. You were already more than soaked; he was able to easily slide in, much to your further embarrassment. You felt his other hand grip your hip, holding on tightly as he started pumping into you, building up a steady rhythm, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

You were getting lost in the pleasure, each thrust of his hips sending a fresh jolt of electricity through your body, when Toby reached down for your face, taking ahold of your chin with his thumb and index finger, tilting your head up towards him.

He slowly ran his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it downwards slightly before pushing his finger in past your parted lips. You lightly flicked your tongue against his thumb, causing him to chuckle once again.

He clicked his tongue, making a ‘tsk’ sound as he shook his head in mock disapproval.

“And you were begging for us to stop...” Toby laughed, retracting his finger from your mouth with a slick pop. You didn’t reply to him, instead sucking in a sharp breath as Hoodie’s cock slammed against a particularly pleasurable spot inside of you.

Toby undid his jeans, pulling them down, proceeding to do the same with his underwear, releasing his hard-on from his pants. He once again gripped your chin, your lips already parting for him as he slid inside of your mouth. His member was larger than Masky’s—that or he was more forceful, you couldn’t tell—and instantly hit the back of your throat, but he didn’t stop there. Instead, he continued to force your head down, hand pressing against the back of your head until you felt his cock fill your throat, instantly triggering your gag reflex. You gagged and choked around his cock, eyes once again watering as you found yourself unable to breathe, only able to glance at him helplessly as he began fucking your throat, bucking his hips into your mouth and all the way down your throat.

Meanwhile, Hoodie’s rhythmic thrusts were growing faster, pounding into you harder than before as tension built up within you. With one cock down your throat and the other stuffing your cunt, you were caught in the juxtaposition between discomfort and ecstasy, both sensations overwhelming your mind and flooding your senses, the last of any rational thoughts extinguished; snuffed out like a flame.

“My, my,” Slenderman’s booming voice echoed through your skull. “If I had known sooner that you would be this easy to break...”

You felt one of the tentacles wrapped around your body loosen its grip, not leaving you with enough time to wonder why. Instead you felt the foreign appendage flick at your swollen clit, your eyes instantly widening at the unexpected action.

Another deep sigh, though the sound was clearly inhuman.

“You’re just a slut after all, aren’t you, darling?”

Never in your life would you have wanted to admit it, but you couldn’t help the way his words tightened the knot in your stomach, the tension building up to a peak as your walls spasmed and contracted. The feeling of your insides squeezing around Hoodie’s cock must’ve tipped him off the edge because you could hear him groaning as he, too, came, emptying himself inside of you.

He pulled out, his hold on your hips slackening, your lower body proceeding to slump down, though Toby didn’t stop pumping in and out of your mouth. If anything, his movements grew rougher, your throat getting fucked raw, the tiny inhales of oxygen you were able to take through your nose not enough to supply your lungs. Your eyes welled up with tears from the slight pain that you now couldn’t ignore, your throat being mercilessly scraped raw and jaw cramping up.

You blinked, a few drops falling down your face in glistening streams. When Toby finally jerked his hips up with one last hard thrust, you were thankful that you’d be able to breathe soon, feeling his cock twitch, lodged in your windpipe as his semen spilled down your esophagus.

He kept you there, holding your head down until he had finished pouring out every last drop of his cum, giving you no choice but to swallow it all, your head almost dizzy from the lack of oxygen. At last, he yanked you off his member, leaving you spluttering and gasping for much needed air before you dropped your head, face sinking into the soft sheets that Slenderman was sitting on.

You were still breathing heavily, sucking in large inhales at a rapid pace, when you heard someone speak.

“Nice to meet you, dollface. The name’s Jeff.” Upon seeing him up close, you instantly froze up, a small gasp leaving your lips. You didn’t even realize when this man had appeared and Toby left, but here he was, standing before you, eyes caked in charcoal, skin a pale, leathery white, and an artificial, carved smile wide open in his cheeks.

You whimpered, trying to get up and squirm away from Jeff, who laughed, seemingly finding your reaction entertaining.

“Aw, babe, no need to be scared of me,” he cackled. “I’m sure we’ll have lots of fun together. Isn’t that right, boss?”

Slenderman chuckled, the noise a deep vibration rumbling through your skull.

“With how much of a slut she has turned out to be, I’m sure she’ll love it. Wouldn’t you agree, my dear?”

The question was directed at you, causing your face to heat up, flushing with shame. It wasn’t so much humiliating because he called you that, but more so because it was true, merely the words themselves able to send warmth pooling between your thighs.

“I’m— I’m not a slut,” you pathetically tried to defend yourself, though you didn’t even believe your own words.

“Is that so?” Slenderman questioned, the dark amusement visible in his voice. You felt one of his mysterious appendages pry itself between your thighs, the tip swirling around your clit, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“A-Ah!” you gasped, still sensitive from your orgasm. “Stop—”

“Stop?” he laughed mischievously. His tendril gave languid, broad strokes over your clit, the smooth, silicone-like feel of the tentacle lighting up your nerves, setting your skin ablaze with heat. You couldn’t help but purr in delight, bucking your hips against the foreign sensation, your pride now rendered non-existent. “Is that really what you want, love?”

You let out a sigh of pleasure, shaking your head ‘no’ and mumbling something along the lines for him to keep going, at the same time cursing yourself for being so shameless.

“Remind me to never get on your bad side,” another man stated. He was blonde, dressed in green—reminiscent of Link from Legend of Zelda—and relatively slender, though what really stood out was the crimson irises he possessed, complete with ebony scleras. “Turning your ‘love’ into a mindbroken fucktoy, even I wouldn’t be so heartless.”

“It’s a fitting and effective punishment,” Slenderman explained, his voice nonchalant though you didn’t fail to catch the hint of perverse enjoyment evident in his tone.

The blonde shrugged, not commenting further on the topic, instead turning to Jeff and asking him a question.

“You cool with a blowjob?” he grinned.

“From you or her?” Jeff replied, causing the blonde man to roll his scarlet eyes.

“Who do you think?” the blonde shot him what appeared to be a playful glare, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yeah, I’m happy with fucking that pretty face of hers,” Jeff answered, the maniacal smile ever so present on his face.

“Bet.” The man dressed in green then turned to Slenderman. “Boss, am I good to fuck her on the bed or you want her to stay on your lap?”

“As I said, Ben, you’re free to do with her whatever you want.” As he finished his sentence, he loosened his grip, the tendrils uncoiling from your limbs and letting your body fall free.

Ben then turned to you.

“You heard him,” he stated. “Get on the bed.”

You pushed yourself up onto your elbows with shaky arms, inelegantly swinging your legs over Slenderman’s lap, your feet touching the wooden floor. As soon as you stood up, you could feel warm fluid dripping down your thigh, some of it landing on the ground with a small splat. You tried to pretend it didn’t happen, instead crawling onto the bed and sitting down on it, pulling your legs into your chest, holding them with your arms. Your eyes were looking down at your own knees, too shy to meet the gaze of the two men that were about to be having sex with you.

“Good girl,” Ben cooed at you, seconds before he climbed onto the bed, arms pushing your torso down, your back falling flat against the thankfully soft, plush mattress, head sinking into the material.

“Hm,” he seemed to be thinking. “Actually, scoot up.” You were about to follow his instructions when he picked your body up with surprising ease considering his lean frame, and brought you over to the one side of the bed, setting you down. His hand was on your chest, pushing it down onto the mattress though this time your head didn’t meet anything solid, instead dangling a bit off the edge.

“Not bad,” Jeff chuckled, walking over to stand next to you. You peered up at him, heartbeat once again starting to race as he began undoing his black dress pants, pulling them down alongside his underwear.

His cock was half-erect, practically hovering mere centimetres over your face, and you realized then how they planned to do this.

“Alright, doll, open that pretty mouth of yours for me,” he said, leering at you from above.

You parted your lips, and he wasted no time putting his member in your mouth, the organ growing firmer and firmer as you took it in, trying to wrap your lips around it, moving your tongue alongside the shaft.

“That’s perfect,” Jeff groaned. “You’re such a good whore.”

You were doing your best to suck Jeff’s cock that was now fully erect and filling your mouth, when Ben’s hands reached towards your chest, giving your breasts a tentative squeeze. His movements soon grew rougher, fingers groping and playing with the mounds of flesh on your chest, soon bringing his mouth down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth.

Your eyes widened, though you couldn’t make any noise, with Jeff languidly pumping in and out of your mouth, your tongue swirling around the tip, the taste of pre-cum mixing with your saliva.

Ben continued toying with your nipples, alternating between sucking on them, twirling his tongue against the hardened bud, and even nipping at them, the sensation causing goosebumps to break out over your skin, your hair follicles standing on end as you shuddered from his touch.

You felt his other hand snake down towards your waist, grabbing at your hips before taking hold of your thigh, squishing the tender inner area. He let go of your nipple with a wet popping sound, your eyes instantly turning towards the wall to your side, feeling your face heat up once again.

He brought his head down, taking the soft part of your thigh into his mouth, sucking on the flesh, his teeth gently grazing the surface of your skin, the action sure to leave marks as soon as he let go, though he repeated the process multiple times after, getting closer and closer to your cunt.

He licked at your clit, the feeling sending sparks of pleasure flying, before he took the sensitive nub between his lips, and you could feel the wet, warm suction that you couldn’t help but melt into.

“Use more tongue,” Jeff demanded, his rough voice pulling you out of your euphoria for a split second. You tried to focus on doing as he said, however, Ben’s mouth lapping at your clit, and his fingers that were beginning to fuck into you were too distracting.

You could feel him curve his fingers to skillfully rub at your g-spot, causing you to buck your hips up at him, wanting more.

“God,” you could just hear the smirk in his voice as he pulled his fingers out, leaving you unbearably empty. “You really are a slut. You want it that badly?”

You couldn’t respond, mouth still busy pleasuring Jeff, but Slenderman took it upon himself to reply in your place.

“It appears that she does.” The supernatural creature reached one of his pale, enormous hands towards your cunt, feeling your entrance, slick and slippery with your own juices. “I doubt all of this is just cum.”

When he retracted his hand, you felt the weight of the bed shift slightly, as Ben got himself into position to fuck you, picking your hips up and aligning his cock with your entrance.

He plunged himself in, the feeling of his shaft filling up your needy insides was nothing short of heavenly, and he didn’t bother wasting any time—it wasn’t like you needed to adjust—as he began thrusting in and out of you at a rapid but steady pace.

As he was fucking you, he lifted your legs up and over his shoulders, allowing himself to be able to go deeper, the tip of his cock brushing up against your cervix.

You found yourself getting lost in the pleasure once more, simply letting go of any rational thought and permitting yourself to enjoy getting fucked like a slut.

Jeff was simultaneously breathing heavily as he rutted into your mouth, and you could anticipate it when he began to near, but to your surprise, he pulled out of your mouth.

Instead, you watched as he stroked his cock, hands gripping the length and jerking himself off for the few seconds before he came, moaning, his cum spurting out from the head of his cock and splattering over your face. Some of the translucent fluid splashed on your half-lidded eyes, sticking to your eyelashes, while some landed in your still open mouth, the rest staining both your skin and hair.

“That was lovely,” Jeff grinned—as always. “Thanks for the service, doll.”

You only nodded, gasping for air and inhaling sharp breaths as you greedily sucked in a proper amount of oxygen.

That didn’t stop you from letting out moans in between inhales, Ben drilling into you and making work of your insides; wet, vulgar slapping noises filling the room.

You didn’t expect it when he let go of your legs—though they remained hoisted over his shoulders—and reached out towards you, wrapping his hands around your neck.

Ben applied pressure to the sides of your neck as he continued thrusting into you, picking up the pace as you instinctively reached for his wrists, grabbing onto them although you knew you had no chance of prying them off had you wanted to do so. Somehow, the thought of that further spurred you on, amplifying your arousal as you started feeling lightheaded, blood no longer flowing to your head as it should be.

To your surprise, it was under those circumstances that you felt fire in your abdomen, each slap of his hips against yours making you inadvertently grind up against him as pressure built up inside you, his quick yet steady movements bringing you to the edge.

He still hadn’t let go of your neck when your gut tightened, shockwaves gripping your body as you reached your crescendo. For a second you were floating in space, the room blurring from the cut off blood supply, spinning and hazing over with white light as your gut tightened, back arching and toes curling, your cunt clenching at his cock.

You only noticed that his hold around your throat was gone when the room went back to normal, the colours returning and shapes forming once more as your vision cleared up. As your sight sharpened, you could see Ben moving away from you, a tired laugh leaving his lips as he sat down on the bed. You realized that he, too, had came at some point, the evidence being the semen that you could feel seeping out from your cunt, dirtying the bed, though that didn’t matter to you.

“She’s practically gone,” you heard Ben comment. “You sure she can keep going?”

“She will have to,” Slenderman replied. “Our last guest has been waiting patiently, after all. She doesn’t have a choice.”

“You really are cruel,” Ben’s tone was lighthearted, though it didn’t feel like he was completely joking. You paid it no mind, however, but rather focused on Slenderman’s words.

One last guest, you thought. You wondered who it would be, and what they were like as you looked up at the ceiling with a vacant gaze.

You didn’t have to wonder for long, because the final guest that Slenderman spoke of was already walking towards you, his footsteps echoing in the chamber you were in, stopping beside you. What was formerly a blank ceiling in your sight was now replaced with a tall, very tall man, donning a doctor’s coat and navy blue mask, a viscous, tar-like liquid trickling from the eye sockets. He hovered there for a few seconds, seemingly inspecting you—though you couldn’t tell—before speaking.

“Get up.” The sound of his voice was enough to startle you out of your daze. It was nothing like you’d ever heard before, the only thing coming close enough would have been Slenderman’s voice, which was deep, resonant, and laced with static. The blue masked man’s voice on the other hand, was gravelly and smooth, but with an unmistakable inhuman edge to it, almost like a demonic rasp.

You didn’t move, instead laid there stunned, though it was dumb of you to do so. How could you not expect other creatures, after knowing Slenderman himself? You had made the mistake of letting yourself get too accustomed to the previous five men, that were all seemingly mortal.

“Get up, darling,” the blue masked man repeated himself. You could already hear the hunger in his voice, something of a completely different essence than the lust the previous men had emanated.

You rolled over, pushing yourself up with quivering arms, stepping off the bed with equally shaky legs.

When you first thought of this man as tall, you had expected him to be two metres or so, but seeing him, you’d guess that he was at least thirty centimetres above your naïve, foolish expectations.

Standing next to him, your head was barely at his chest. The sensation of someone towering over you in the way he did was something you had only experienced with the eldritch entity that kidnapped you, though Slenderman was somehow even taller than that.

Explains why the ceilings are so high in this mansion, you thought to yourself.

The blue masked man peered down at you, with a curiosity that made you think of the way scientists would look at guinea pigs. You could feel a chill run down your spine, fear crawling alongside every ridge and bone, your fingers trembling as you tried to maintain your composure. However, you weren’t sure what it was that you were trying to contain anymore, the instinctual fear that you felt, or the carnal, primal desire that was threatening to overtake you once more.

The blue masked man lifted a hand, and it was only then that you realized his skin was grey. You blinked, wondering if your vision was just hazy still but to your thrill horror, you weren’t mistaken.

It wasn’t that he was pale, or perhaps sick. No, he was unmistakably grey, with darker veins running through the back of his hand, and sharp, onyx nails.

You couldn’t bring yourself to move or run away when he brushed your hair behind your ear, an almost innocent, even lovely gesture had you not been in the situation you were in.

His fingers trailed down to your neck, the sharpness of his nails dangerously teasing at your skin, sending continuous shudders in your body the entire way. He stopped at your shoulder, gripping it as he used his other hand to push his mask up, revealing the same grey skin and lips.

But what really surprised you was when he opened his mouth, revealing a set of razor sharp teeth, which opened to showcase something even more horrific—three forked, twisting black tongues.

With wide eyes, you reflexively stumbled backwards, though his hand on your shoulder stopped you before you made it even two full steps.

He leaned his head down, all three tongues touching your body. One at your jaw, one at your jugular, and the last at your collarbone, all flicking against the surface of your skin at the same time. The sensation was one of electricity, lightning bolts and sparks, your body reacting to his touch in a way you’d never experienced before, causing you to make a sound akin to both a whimper and gasp.

The man chuckled, a dark, rumbly, yet oddly salacious sound.

“You’ll be delicious,” he grinned, flashing his shark like teeth.

“Jack, you can use her however you please,” Slenderman cut in. “But do refrain from eating her, please.”

Eating? Surely he didn’t mean what you thought he meant—were you really about to get fucked by a flesh-eating demon?

That thought didn’t turn you off as much as it should have. If anything, you felt the ache between your thighs begin to throb once more, and you involuntarily clenched them, pressing them together.

“I’ll do my best not to,” Jack responded, the grin not leaving his face for a single second, not until he put his mask back down, at least. You nervously nibbled on your bottom lip, anxiously yet eagerly waiting for his move.

Jack didn’t start right away; he appeared to be studying you, likely thinking of what exactly he should do with you—how exactly he should fuck you. But you’d be lying to yourself that the anticipation wasn’t getting the best of you, the sexual tension in the air growing thicker and heavier by the second.

It was when you felt like you couldn’t wait any longer, somehow feeling impatient, almost, that he finally did something, though it wasn’t what you expected.

Jack sat down on the edge of the bed, lazily leaning back a bit before addressing you.

“Come here,” he beckoned you with his fingers.

As if you were hypnotized, you found yourself happily climbing over his legs and sitting on his lap, your ass pressed against his crotch and hands on his shoulders.

“You seem pretty worn out,” Jack casually stated, as if it was a simple observation, like the sky being blue or the grass being green. “You think you can handle me, sweetheart?”

You gazed into his eyes, twin abysses in Neptune’s mask, almost deliriously as you nodded.

Jack only hummed, both hands going to his ears to remove the midnight blue mask from his face.

“Good,” he said, all sharp teeth and smiles as he took the mask off, laying it aside on the bed, his features now revealed.

You weren’t sure what you had expected, but he was oddly attractive, with elegant bone structure and fluttering, dark eyelashes, though they covered something far more sinister—a set of hollowed out eye sockets.

You couldn’t help but let your jaw fall, mouth agape at the sight. You weren’t too sure how you were still finding things to be astonished over, though the mansion so far had been a continuous chain of surprises.

Jack put his hands on your hips, grasping at your asscheeks, his nails scratching the surface of your skin, causing a small squeak to leave your lips. A sly smirk formed on his ashen face, seconds before he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

Ragged breaths left your lips as he took your skin into his mouth, his fangs scraping against your throat before letting it go, the slight sting making you let out a sharp hiss, though it was quickly overshadowed by the intoxicating warmth of his tongues dancing along the tiny incisions he left.

The way he sucked on your neck would be similar to the way Ben did with your thighs, if it weren’t for the starvation that he devoured you with, an abundance of scratches littering half of your upper body, scattered from just below your jawbone all the way to your shoulder, some even dipping down to your collarbone.

You didn’t need to see it to know the minuscule drops of blood beading at the faint incision lines, quickly lapped up by one of his many tongues, Jack almost purring, a contented noise leaving his lips as he tasted you.

Amidst the concoction of pleasurable feelings—his mouth greedily consuming you, his fingers toying with the flesh of your ass—you could feel his crotch stiffen beneath your thighs, the feeling of his bulge rubbing up against you ever so tantalizing.

You didn’t even realize your satisfied hums, nor the way you ground your hips against the hardness in his pants, your lust fully taking control of both your body and mind. It didn’t slip past Jack’s attention, though, because he then lifted his head back up and away from your faintly lacerated yet heavily bruised neck.

You couldn’t help but think that you liked the hickeys he had left on you; there was something titillating about him marking you.

As if he could read your thoughts, Jack spoke.

“Look at you,” he drawled. “Getting so worked up already, and I’ve barely even touched you.” As he spoke, he let go of your behind, instead dipping his hand underneath to slide two fingers up your cunt, sticky and drenched with arousal. You moaned, feeling his fingers fill you. Despite his hand being much larger than the average male’s, his digits easily fit inside you with how wet you were.

When he pulled his fingers out, you couldn’t help but whine at the lack of sensation, rubbing your cunt against his visibly hardened crotch, desperate for more friction.

Jack only laughed as he brought his fingers up to your lips, where you could clearly see the fluids that coated his fingers, slick and glistening.

“Come on,” he urged you, a twisted smile on his lips. You felt your face heat up for the—honestly, you lost count by now—time that day as you parted your lips, letting him put his fingers in the warm cavern of your mouth. You sucked on them, tasting your own juices, cleaning your mess off of his digits.

When he retracted them from your mouth, he proceeded to pause once more, seeming analyzing you. You were both curious and ludicrously excited to see what he would want from you next.

“On your knees, darling,” he instructed, and you obeyed without a second thought, swinging your legs over his lap and kneeling down on the floor below him, ignoring the dull ache of your knees against the solid floor.

“Let me ask you again,” Jack repeated his earlier question as he started to undo his pants. “You really think you can handle me?”

You gulped, swallowing the saliva that had pooled in your mouth as you anticipated what was next, nodding nervously.

“Good.” His grin was larger than ever as he pulled his pants down, tugging his boxers off a second later.

Your eyes enlarged impossibly wide at the sight before you.

His cock was a similar colour to the rest of him, albeit a bit darker, though that was the least surprising aspect of it. What truly shocked you, rather, was the sheer size of his erection, standing tall at a length comparable to the size of your own head. Dark, prominent veins ran through the organ, adding to its monstrous appearance. The tip had a glossy sheen to it, wet with what was likely pre-cum.

You stared at the scene before you, your brain stuck on processing the fact that this monstrosity would be going inside of you, unsure how to react.

Jack languidly picked up a strand of your hair, twirling it around his fingers for a second before letting it drop.

“Go on,” he taunted. “Is something wrong?” You could tell he was amused by your reaction; he had clearly expected this to happen. You could only timidly shake your head.

“No,” you mumbled.

“Then what are we waiting for, dear?” Jack chuckled darkly.

With shaking hands, you reached out for Jack’s member, placing one hand on his knee to steady yourself and the other wrapping around his shaft, giving it an experimental stroke before you brought your mouth to the head. Your tongue glided over the tip of his cock, the briny taste of pre-cum melting into your tastebuds.

Jack let out a satisfied sigh, and you took it as a sign to keep going, wrapping your lips around the head of his member, bobbing your head up and down as your hand steadily pumped his cock in matching rhythm.

Your jaw was already tired and aching from the previous ‘sessions’ you had with the other men, but the intimidating girth of his cock filled your entire mouth, making it even more uncomfortable and difficult.

You glanced up at Jack, who was looking down at you with an expression of both intrigue and satisfaction as you continued stroking his length. It wasn’t long before you felt your jaw cramping up, muscles throbbing in discomfort, causing you to stop. You pulled your mouth off of his cock with a wet popping noise, instead choosing to lap at the head while your hands did the rest of the work.

“So weak,” Jack scoffed. “And you thought you could handle me.”

You whimpered, pausing for a second to speak to him.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, though the way his words electrified your entire being far outweighed any part of your feeling bad.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Jack brushed your apology off, instead offering his own solution. “You’ll just have to make up for it when I’m fucking you. After all, I’m sure that dripping wet cunt of yours will be able to handle me.”

You couldn’t help but gasp, his words sending a sharp pang of arousal straight to your gut. He took clear note of your reaction, a smug smile on his face as he spoke.

“You really like when I talk to you like that, don’t you?” Jack asked. “You dumb little whore.”

“Y-Yes,” you squeaked; his words were nothing short of arousing for you.

“Oh, I am going to fuck you stupid,” Jack declared. And honestly—you were more than looking forward to it. “Get back on my lap.”

You got back up to your feet, alleviating your weight from your knees, something that was a relief.

You only realized what would happen as you were about to climb back over his lap, the sudden thought striking you then that you were expected to not just sit on his lap, but also sit on his cock.

As turned on as you were, you still found the size of his cock to be daunting, though as your insides clenched around nothing, you came to the conclusion that you wanted to be filled by that enormous cock of his.

You climbed over his thighs, hands gripping his shoulders to hold yourself up as you let him position you, his hand holding your waist still, the other positioning himself at your entrance before you lowered yourself onto his member.

You felt the tip sink into you, with relative ease due to your wetness, though it wasn’t until the upper part of his shaft had gone in that you started really feeling his girth, your walls forced to stretch to accommodate his size. The sensation quickly went from pleasurable and fulfilling to painful, your cunt resisting as your walls expanded to their limit. You stopped there, taking a second to catch your breath, your eyes watering from the pain and legs trembling.

“I apologize, sweetheart,” Jack said. “But we’re not done yet.”

With both hands on your waist, he forced your hips down to meet his, his cock stabbing through you, only stopping as it slammed against your cervix. You cried out loudly, thrashing against him as both the agony of his cock brutally colliding with your cervix as well as the sharp pains of your insides being strained by the width of his organ flooding your senses.

No matter how much you struggled and wailed, Jack didn’t let go of your hips, holding your lower body still, his cock fully sheathed in your warmth.

Thankfully, he didn’t start fucking you right away, allowing you some time to adjust to the violent penetration, the terrible throbbing gradually fading into a dull, though still painful ache.

As the initial pain subsided, you stopped squirming as much. That was when Jack brought his hand down at your point of connection, his thumb rubbing slow circles around your clit, stimulating the nerves and instantly sending signals of pleasure to your brain. Despite the still-aching throbbing between your legs, you felt your arousal heighten once more. Perhaps the pain was amplifying the pleasure that you felt; you weren’t sure.

All you knew was that you wanted more, your body moving on its own, hips bucking against Jack’s hand for more.

When his hand left your clit to instead take hold of your hips again, you whined in dissatisfaction, but he merely chuckled, before gently giving you a bounce on his cock.

The action elicited a small moan from you, a mixture of both pain and pleasure, which he took as a sign to keep going, moving your hips up and down as you clung onto his shoulders, mewling.

As he continued to lift your hips, pounding away at your insides, your moans slowly filled with more and more delight. Your breaths were heavy while his remained inhumanly calm, though the one thing you shared in common was your animalistic desire for each other, his hips snapping against yours as he viciously fucked into you, ravaging your insides with each thrust.

His cock rubbed against every last inch of your walls, not a singular spot missed, the tip making impact with your g-spot each time he plunged into you, while at the same time his cock had sank so deep into your guts that your pelvis was pressed up right against his, allowing blissful friction against your swollen clit.

His thrusts were growing more violent, though he didn’t seem to tire in the slightest as he handled your body with ease, using you like a ragdoll.

You were bouncing up and down on his cock so fast and so harshly that you could barely distinguish one thrust from the other, Jack pounding away at your cunt, your walls gripping him deliciously as you senselessly moaned.

You were practically seeing stars, body burning up all over, the only sound being the lewd, slick slapping noises of your drenched lips against his skin. The tension building up inside you was too much, your arousal peaking off the charts as he used your dripping cunt, before your clit rubbed against him one too many times and you were shaking, body convulsing, hips spasming as you screamed out his name.

He kept mercilessly fucking you, his cock hammering at your cervix though the pain barely affected you anymore, your muscles tightening around him, squeezing and squeezing before finally your body went limp. You felt a few more thrusts inside you, before he then undoubtedly also had his release, filling you with his seed as your walls loosened around him.

You felt so faint, your mind barely conscious or aware of what was taking place as he lifted you off of his cock, semen instantly flowing out of your used cunt and spilling down your thighs as he placed you down on the bed. Your back was against the soft sheets, your eyes vacantly staring up at the ceiling, completely inanimate save for the occasional twitch of your hips.

You didn’t pay attention to what was happening, didn’t even notice Jack leaving, didn’t even realize the hands that slipped underneath you, one holding your thighs and the other supporting your back, lifting you up into the air.

You couldn’t even tell what was occurring around you, your breaths coming out ragged and uneven, eyes unfocused, body completely limp.

You only regained some awareness back, when Slenderman spoke, his voice intruding into your skull and ringing in your ears.

“Oh dear,” he murmured, his voice filled with false concern. “My little toy seems to have broken.”

He was referring to you. You, his little toy. That was right, you were Slenderman’s little fucktoy. Somehow, the thought of that brought a dazed smile to your face.

“I suppose I’ll just have to make do with what I have,” he stated, the vibrations prickling at your mind. “Though...”

His words trailed off as two of his tentacles moved about, each taking hold of one of your arms. Two more appeared, curling themselves around your thighs, holding up your weight as his hands left your body.

With the four tendrils lifting your weight, you found yourself suspended in midair, practically floating as he brought his hand to your leaking cunt, long, pale fingers parting your swollen lips and inserting themselves in you.

“That cunt of yours is rather loose now, dear.”

You whimpered, the sting of his words only serving to send more heat pooling between your thighs, though you couldn’t do anything to alleviate the need building up inside you, with all your limbs bound and movement restricted.

His thumb brushed against your swollen nub as his fingers curled up inside you, the action making you hiss, the touch being too much for your nerves, overly sensitive from having came so many times. The jolt of discomfort was enough to make you instinctively squirm, though you were still fairly delirious.

“Feeling sensitive, darling?” he questioned, sadistic enjoyment evident in his voice. You mumbled an incoherent ‘yes,’ continuing to attempt to evade his touch, though you were firmly stuck in his place as he toyed with your clit.

“That’s too bad,” Slenderman said, his tone one of fake sympathies. “You’ll just have to suffer a bit for me then, love.”

You barely noticed, too focused on the physical sensations of discomfort when he started unbuttoning his dress pants, pushing them down just enough to take out his cock, which he lazily stroked. You weren’t too sure how big it actually was, but it felt just right when he penetrated you, a fast, singular thrust met with little resistance.

You moaned loudly, the head of his cock rubbing so divinely against your insides, though it quickly turned to strangled sobs as he started moving his hips, each thrust causing your overstimulated clit to smack against his skin. You were wriggling against him, partially shrieking from the feeling of too much as you tried to put some distance between the two of you, to no avail.

The eldritch entity continued to ruthlessly pound away at your abused, worn out cunt, squelching sounds emitting from your loosened and sopping walls.

Somewhere in between the vulgar noises of coitus, you heard a deep, almost disappointed sigh.

“What a shame,” he scoffed. “Your cunt’s worthless. I’ll have to make it tighter.”

You were confused as to what he meant by that, though you were too distracted by how sensitive you were to put much thought into it. It wasn’t until another one of his tendrils reached out, the smooth, glossy black tip poking at your asshole that the realization sunk in.

“Ah—” you gasped. “What— What are you doing—”

Your words were cut off by the sudden intrusion, the tapered tip pushing inside your hole, pain shooting through you as you yelped.

“Wait, don’t—”

Slenderman ignored your protests, the appendage working its way deeper into your guts, the slowly thickening tip gradually yet agonizingly stretching out your asshole.

Your back side hurt, combined with the continuous stimulation of your mistreated clit, the sensations were overwhelming you.

“Stop, stop, it’s too much—” you cried out, once again thrashing your hips, any effort to get away proving fruitless. “Please, I can’t, I can’t—”

You choked out sobs, eyes brimming with fresh tears as the tall man relentlessly violated your insides. You didn’t stop wailing, desperately pleading for him to stop when he raised one last tentacle, and before you knew it, shoved it past your open lips, harshly ramming it down your throat.

Your eyes bulged open as you choked on the appendage, which was completely stuffing your windpipe, effectively muffling any sounds you could’ve made.

You tried to fight, twisting and turning your body, though you were far too tired and too worn out to even resist for long, eventually simply letting your body slacken, your head slowly growing lighter from the lack of oxygen.

It felt as if you were on the verge of passing out—you likely were—when your vision started blurring, your consciousness threatening to slip away. You didn’t bother trying to hold on, merely surrendering yourself, giving up as your holes continued to be used, Slenderman’s dick thrusting in just before the tentacle pulled out, the appendage and his cock simultaneously rubbing against one another with your walls serving as a divider.

Dark dots began spotting your vision, all your holes stuffed, your clit still being hammered away at, each sensation combining with another, to the point where you couldn’t tell them apart. All you knew was that you were being impaled, your body being used as a toy for this eldritch entity, the pain fading into a plain feeling of fullness.

You closed your eyes, but though you felt like you weren’t actively doing so, you could feel your innards constrict, tightening and spasming as bliss overtook you. It was oddly euphoric, allowing the darkness to take you away, your body continuing to writhe as you orgasmed one final time.

You could feel the monster still, save for his cock, twitching lovingly inside your cunt as he, too, reached his peak, releasing and filling your womb with cum.

Something was removed from your throat, and you felt your body’s survival mechanisms kick in, your eyes suddenly snapping open, your lungs burning as you gasped and wheezed, trying to take in much needed air.

When you finally recovered, your chest still desperately heaving with each breath, you noticed that you were back on the bed, the eldritch entity sitting next to your laying down form.

Though he had no facial features, you could still feel him gaze down at you, his hand tenderly stroking your hair, mangled and matted with sweat.

“My love,” he whispered, his voice the softest you had ever heard it. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

Feverish and faint, you no longer had the energy to meet where his eyes would be, so you simply closed them again, deliriously nodding your head to no one in particular.

“Yes,” you answered.

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Please write a fanfic about King Baldwin IV from KoH, where he fell in love with female reader. The plot is up to you. Please make it a serious love story with slight fluff 🤗🤭

Baldwin IV x reader - Life always comes down to a game of chess

A/N: You have no idea how much I love you anon, this was one of the prompts I already wanted to write omgggg!! For this fic I kinda got inspired by this painting (which, for everyone interested, it’s “La belle dame sans merci” by Frank Dicksee), and you’ll see how and why reading it;)

Summary: King Baldwin IV receives an offer from an Italian nobleman to marry his daughter; unsure of whether to accept or not this compelling offer, Baldwin decides to do what he does best…

Warning: there are some mentions of christianity and religious references along with some hints at the misogynistic ideologies of the time (about the woman being “owned” by the dominant male figure in her life) ((I don’t condone this ideology at all but I thought it’d be fitting to add it anyway to give some accuracy to it)).

Word count: 2637

King Baldwin couldn’t quite wrap his head around you. The day that he was informed of your engagement, he felt himself quite skeptical of the idea of marrying someone. After all, ever since his leprosy had been diagnosed he had to get used to the idea of living a life of solitude, forced into a lifelong chastity, for no sane man would ever marry off their daughter to a leper. With time, he had found solace in nurturing his own knowledge and virtue, elevating himself to a level of wisdom that very few could few could boast at his young age.

During the following days, the young king's mind was plagued with thoughts, considerations he was making to weigh the choice. The benefits of marrying Lady Y/N were many, first and foremost securing a connection to the land of Italian speakers, allowing for easier trafficking of crusaders arriving in the Holy Land, not to mention the abundance that would be the young lady's dowry. And not only did marrying her mean strengthening the economical side of his reign, but it also meant giving the impression to the public that the king's health condition was improving to such an extent that he considered that to be an ideal time to marry. His most trusted men and all of his advisors kept repeating to him, marrying Lady Y/N would’ve been comparable to a blessing.

But despite all the benefits this union seemed like it would bring, Baldwin continued to hesitate to make a decision. What left him so undecided was the possibility that this was some kind of deception, a conspiracy orchestrated against him, hidden in the form of the most convenient of marriages. It was up to him to decide whether it was worth taking these risks in favor of the benefits that would come if his concerns turned out to be unfounded.

Like everything else in his life, this choice came down to a game of chess…

It was this idea that prompted him to make a decision. Baldwin had a messenger called, to be sent to Pisa to give the news to Lord Y/F/N that the king wished to report his decision to him live, at his court. For the lord to arrive it would have to wait, but Baldwin has always been a man of exceptional patience.

Four months passed, when at the dawn of Lent it was announced by a Pisan messenger that Lord Y/F/N and his daughter had come to Acre, and would soon be coming to Jerusalem. Another week passed before father and daughter, riding two white horses and accompanied by an escort of knights arrived at the royal palace.

When he first saw you, Baldwin could have sworn he saw Mary himself. You walked with such grace that you almost seemed to float. Your face looked serene, despite the anxiety that had been devouring you from within ever since the day the invitation from the king of Jerusalem reached you; a blue veil covered your hair, framing your face and falling over your shoulders. You bowed to Baldwin as was proper to do before a king, yet he felt so tempted to interrupt you, prevent you from bowing to him, perhaps even bowing to you himself.

At that moment he felt like Lancelot before Guinevere, completely mesmerized by your beauty, one who seemed more fit to an angel than a woman. But, he gave no sign of his true emotional state; after all, a gorgeous woman does not mean she can be fit to serve as queen. Her answer will be decided when she has had a chance to hear you speak, away from the judgmental stares of the court, free from any influence that might change what you really think.

As the sun shone bright in the sky, the banquet took place inside of the palace. The king excused himself before going to eat by himself in his chambers as usual, leaving his guests in the company of his sisters and his court. Loud chatter filled the room, goblets were raised to get more wine poured, courses flowed onto the set table, a tribute to thank Lord Y/F/N for making such a journey to fulfill the king's request. All this noise, yet in your ears all became quiet when a servant approached your chair, whispering a few simple words, "The king has requested your presence at dinner."

Your blood froze in your veins in surprise, and you could almost feel your father's thrill as you rose from your seat, having the servant guide you toward the king's study. Walking through the halls of the palace, you could do nothing but feel so small in comparison, you almost seemed to disappear, enveloped by the magnificence of everything around you that, if all went well, you would have called your own.

You were brought back to reality when the heavy doors of the king's room were opened by the two guards who stood at his sides. An enveloping fragrance, a mixture of myrrh and frankincense filled your senses with a feeling of serenity, an almost familiar feeling. In the center of the room, a hooded figure, dressed in silk as white as snow. "Come forward, my lady. I apologize for my absence at the table but," she interjected for a moment, rising from her seat and revealing her face-or at least, what was not covered by the veil-"many might find my appearance somewhat...disturbing during a meal." He chuckled a little at that last part. You wondered if irony had become a kind of means for him to soften his own hellish condition.

As soon as he turned around you could not help but study the appearance of what will hopefully be your future husband. Rumors about his condition had been swirling since the day he was crowned, so you had been prepared to be confronted with a horrifically disfigured man. Instead, although part of his face was covered by the thin veil, it was like an instinct for you to try to study his features. You could vaguely make out the golden hair that adorned his face, although it was covered by the veil. His voice had intrigued you; it sounded so jovial and yet so deep. A melody that sang of the young monarch's endeavors. It intrigued you, you wondered what his lips looked like, whether they matched the sound of his voice.

But what really caught your interest were his eyes. They were blue, but of a color so deep, so intense, it reminded you of tales you had heard about the northern seas, of the waters that dark and deep seemed to beckon sailors, to lead them to drown within them. Likewise you felt mesmerized by such intensity. And you wondered, how much of this would remain the same as his illness progressed.

You recovered from that momentary trance, wasting no time to bow, but this time Baldwin stopped you before you were able to bow more than your head: "Don't bow, please. Such reverences are not necessary here." You looked at him a little dumbfounded, but despite the king's unusual attitude you did not object. He stepped to the side, revealing a finely decorated chessboard, with all the pawns already set in place. "Do you play?" he asked softly, and you finally mustered up the courage to speak "It's been some time since I last did," as you approached the table, taking your seat opposite Baldwin. He took his seat again, and for the first time in your life you found yourself face to face with a king.

You quickly realised that he had assigned you the white pawns, the small courtesy of moving you first. You took a moment to think of an initial strategy, and moved your first pawn. A horse. Baldwin raised his eyebrows, surprised by your decision. "Aren't you going to move the pawns first?" You kept your gaze on the chessboard, partly out of respect and partly out of fear, still unsure why the king would call you to his chambers, if indeed it was all just to have a playmate. "I always prefer to start with the horse. I like to think that the pawns would be frightened to charge against the enemy without a knight to guide them." You looked up, meeting his eyes that studied you intrigued. Chuckling at what you had just said, you continued, shaking your head slightly, "Forgive me, it was just a silly thought."

"Not at all, my lady," he replied, studying your every detail, "I find it fascinating." It was his turn to move, and as per rule, he moved one of the pawns, the one in front of the queen. "So you think good leadership is better than letting the individual decide for himself?" There was a spark that had lit up in his eyes, something playful. It was clear that you were intriguing him, surprisingly in your eyes, since you had been instructed to stay behind your father's shadow, not to express your thoughts or externalize your ideologies.

Everything had to be perfect, one could not risk the futile mind of a young woman ruining the marriage that would have been so beneficial to her dukedom, but above all to her family. Yet at that moment she felt that expressing what resided in her own mind was exactly what Baldwin wanted from her. Something lit up in her too, and he in turn caught the same spark in her eyes. Could it be that she had figured out the trick...?

Another pawn moved, it was Baldwin's turn to move again. Your eyes seldom parted from each other, just for that moment necessary to make your own move. "Independence is not always what benefits a man. Certainly, it is tempting, but in moments of indecision it risks leading to oblivion. An infantryman needs a leader, a young man who is lost in the woods needs a hunter to guide him out..." Another move, the white bishop points directly at the black king "...an indecisive man needs an outside opinion to make his decision."

You smiled, and like the sweetest of plagues you infected him too. You had deciphered his little deception. An innocent deception, with the purpose of seeing with your own eyes how you, in a condition so similar to what is the duty of a sovereign, would have acted.

After all, his life always came down to a game of chess....

"So you understood..." Baldwin whispered, again sitting in his place. For the first time in his memory, someone had managed to leave him speechless. His witty mind seemed to have died out all of a sudden, the knight in him unarmed by the woman sitting in front of him. Maybe the deception wasn’t as occult as he had planned, or maybe this young lady was really able to stand up to him.

You smiled at him proudly, be proud of your intuition but also relieved that your thought had not turned out to be foolish. Your pride had removed from your mind every rule, every admonition that had been given to you from the moment you set foot in the Holy Land; your mind was now like a river in flood, finally free to flow out according to its natural course. "I do not blame you, my lord. I realize that this is a difficult choice for you, and that the factors at stake go far beyond your individual will."

"And what do you think about that?" Your smile acquired a bittersweet scent, and you answered without almost hesitation: "I am only a woman, my will is that of my father and it will be of my husband. My family prays that this role will be filled by you, and for this to happen I have been instructed to be fit to reign at your side."

“That I can clearly see, but what truly urges me is to know what your own will says. If we were to marry, you would be the bride to a wretched man, one whose fate has already been announced by God. My demise won't be far off, you’ll be left a widow in a foreign land. And before this… curse gets the better of me, there is no saying that it won’t get to you too. If it did, you would suffer the same fate I had been given.”

It took you a moment to let his words sink into your mind. He spoke the truth, a future with him would be filled with sickness and uncertainty; you would have to live in a court far from your home, where everyone was waiting for the king’s death like a flock of crows flying above a dying man. You took a deep breath, feeling as everything came down to this very moment. “I won’t lie to you, my lord, the future that awaits me while standing by your side is not an easy one by any means, and I’m very much aware of that. I do not expect my future to be easy, for it would be an excess of greed. So if I can have a saying in my own future, I’d like to say that I would much rather all the time that is given to me by the Lord standing by the side of a man filled with virtue, than by the side of a man too full of himself to see anything just an inch away from his reflection. There would be no greater honor for me than to stand by your side, for as long as you still have to live, my lord. And if I ever was to catch this disease as well, then I would have no other words to say other than God wills it.“

At your words, the young king had to shake himself up, now more than ever necessary for him to say something, anything really. “For you, my lady, I shall always be just Baldwin.” His tone was softer than ever, a soft breeze that reached to you and whispered I am but yours now. It was unsaid, but decided. Once this meeting would be over, the king would come to your father, and confirm his decision to accept the proposal. Only problem was, this meeting seemed to have become endless. What was supposed to be a quick meal, accompanied by a game of chess, turned into a lively exchange of political views, then silly childhood anecdotes, then again into a walk in the inner courtyard of the palace. Baldwin tried hard to keep you in his presence for as long as was deemed decent for an unmarried man and woman. He kept you with him as long as he could, and when that was no longer possible, he led you back into the great hall, gently holding your hand over his. Soon after the announcement of your engagement, the wedding was set to happen during the following Easter, and the banquet made in honor of his guests was prolonged until the sun had been long set, this time in honor of his betrothed.

You think back to that day fondly, as you lay on your bed, in the comfort of silky sheets and soft pillows. One of your hands holds your head while the others traces the patterns of the scars in your husband’s face that have considerably worsened during the years. Aside from the bed, sitting on a table, forgotten as long as the night reigned over Jerusalem, were two crowns, along with two chess pawns. A white queen and a black king. Both came from the set that had been used the day the two of you met, a reminder for Baldwin of the day God had merged your destinies in one.

A/N: wowww that came out longer than I though oopss. ANYWAY, this was my interpretation of your request, anon, hope you like it!! Also, for everyone who’s gonna read this, feel free to leave any constructive criticism since this is my first fic and I would like to improve a looot more in my writing skills. That’s it now have a nice day y’all <3<3

#kingdom of heaven #king baldwin iv #baldwin iv #king baldwin iv x reader #king baldwin x reader #fluff #historical fiction #anon ask #requests open #writers on tumblr #my fic #writing requests

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absolute-flaming-trash · 9 months

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Been a hot minute, my friends, and I'm sorry for that.

This is something that has been sitting in my drafts for a bit and with how long it's been taking me to get other work out, I figured why not even if I'm not fully pleased with it.

I hope you enjoy regardless 💛

Pairing: Yandere!Chrollo x Reader

SFW

Word Count: 910

Warnings: Yandere, Kidnapping, Forced relationship, Murder (mentioned)

Please be nice, I don't write for this man often

“May I ask you something?”

It was a simple question, but one you regretted the moment it left your lips because of how it silenced the room.

Gone was the soft scratching of pen against paper as Chrollo looked toward your seated position, his expression thankfully that of neutrality mixed with a hint of slight intrigue.

You swallowed and looked down at your lap. Better than annoyance, you supposed.

“I just… I can’t stop thinking about it, and I have to ask...” Your fingers picked at the frayed ends of the couch while your graze returned to his. “Why me?”

He arched a brow, amusement creeping into his eyes. “Why you?”

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

“Yes.” You replied with a little more conviction in your own tone this time. “Surely keeping one person alive when the rest were doomed to die is more trouble than it’s worth.”

“Are you saying that you would’ve preferred to have shared the same fate as the rest of your fellow party go-ers?”

Your cringe followed by a beat of silence was more than enough of an answer, but you felt obligated to continue since you were the one who started this conversation in the first place.

“...No.” Your teeth found your bottom lip while you tried to gather your thoughts in a way you hoped would make sense, all while pushing the memory of the fundraiser-turned-bloodbath out of your mind. “I’m saying I don’t understand.”

Chrollo leaned back in his own seat, still looking directly at you. “You’re here to keep the police from doing anything foolish.”

“I know that!” The frustration in your chest made itself known. “But you could have taken anybody. One of the sponsors of the damn thing, or even some other random woman, yet you kept me alive. I want to know your reasoning for it.”

He didn’t seem upset by your outburst, if anything it just served to increase his growing interest in the conversation.

Likely because these were the most words you had ever spoken to him at a given time.

Bastard.

“I liked you.”

Such a simple answer, and one you did not expect from someone who typically played their cards so close to the chest. It threw you off whatever balance you mentally had, and you recovered with a scoff.

“You liked me?”

“Yes.”

A twitch went through your eye when he didn’t expand on that - the sound of pen on paper filling up the room once more. You refused to let the conversation die there.

“I don’t believe you.”

That was a lie, but one you were willing to risk if it meant bringing the topic back to life, and boy did it work.

Not only did he stop writing, he set the pen down on the desk in front of him and turned his whole body to face you. “Oh?”

Shit.

“I mean, I don’t know how you could decide using something like that in a situation that was such a spur of the moment.”

“What makes you think any of what I do is ‘spur of the moment’?”

That made you pause. He had a point there. In the short time that you knew him, he had proved himself to be anything but impulsive…

Your temples throbbed with a quickly encroaching headache.

“If it wasn’t, then what? Your choice was made before the bloodshed started?”

The words were spoken sarcastically, but you had no idea just how right you were until you saw his expression change from amused neutrality to one of…

Come to think of it, you had no idea what to call the look on his face. Admiration came closest to mind, but that didn’t feel right.

“You catch on fast, well done.”

You made a face, not a fan of the condescending tone. “So, what? If I’m not sacrificed to the cops in a hail of bullets, you’re going to keep me as some kind of pet?”

Amusement crept back onto his face. “Is that what you think?”

“If it is, I hope you know I’ll fight that with every fiber in my being.”

He hummed lowly, your promise of violence completely brushed to the side. “As intriguing as the notion is, I have no intention of doing such a thing to you.”

“Then what do you intend to do?”

A small smile appeared on his face, but he didn’t answer, allowing you a moment to draw your own conclusions.

When you did, you frowned.

“Not a chance.”

“Why?”

You gave him an indignant look. “You can’t seriously expect me to willingly be with you after everything that has happened.”

“I don’t, hence your current circumstances.”

Silence filled the air again after that. A nice reminder that whatever outcome you could’ve hoped for during this exchange, you were doomed to lose regardless.

All you could do was shake your head in malcontent and pick at the frayed ends of the couch again, unable to come up with anything further to say.

More amusement flickered across his face. “You do not wish to be my pet, nor to be my lover.” He sat back ever so slightly in his chair. “Tell me then, what do you wish to be?”

“Free.” You replied without a sliver of hesitation, locking eyes again with him once more. “But we both know that will never happen, will it?”

Chrollo threatened to genuinely smile at your answer and he shook his head once.

“No. It won’t.”

#riri writes #Chrollo x Reader #Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader #tw yandere #tw kidnapping #tw murder #tw forced relationship #Chrollo #Chrollo Lucilfer #HxH #Hunter x Hunter #Reason I'm not a fan of this is I think I made him too talkative here #but c'est la vie

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bubbbii · 1 year

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Side B!tch…?

title : Side B!tch..?

pairing : jungkook x reader

genre : jungkook smut, bts, kpop, dirty content

warning : degrading, daddy kink, cheating, spanking, multiple orgasms, handjob, blowjob, doggystyle, missionary, choking, hair pulling, on the phone sex, aftercare

summary : Jungkook’s been in both worlds, with his lovely girlfriend for 2 years..and his horny and sexy side chick, for as long as they’ve been dating. The question is, would Jungkook be able to resist the feisty risks that y/n decides to take, ruining jungkook’s relationship

!PURELY FICTION! !NOT REAL!

do not steal story or idea without permission please and thank uu :)

Let’s go <3

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“So, relationship status?” Jungkook’s best friend Namjoon asked, raising an eyebrow as he gave him the cup of wine that was inside. “..I’m getting bored” Joon hummed, sipping out of his glass before putting it down. “How bored?” “Our sex life is..down bad terrible. She’s nice I mean - very sweet kind girl..but I can’t do it. Something about it just - it faded” Joon hummed agin, listening to him. “Fight more than usual?” Jungkook nodded at his question, making Hoseok chuckle. “Seems to me you need to start buddy” “shut up. I’ve been having sex with her more often” “and how did that turn out” Jungkook glared at Hoseok, making the two 94 liners laugh at the reaction.

“So Jungkook do something about it! The only person in this group who actually likes her is Taehyung..someone needs to snap him into his senses cuz I couldn’t care less about that girl” “how’s y/n” Jungkook smirked into his wine glass, remembering the heated night 4 days ago. Jungkook..has a double life. He met y/n a strip club one night along with the rest of the group. Everyone likes her..especially Jungkook. He wouldn’t dare letting her go to no one else. It’s almost like he’s possessive over her.

Which he is.

They started having sexy occasionally..to monthly..to weekly. To whenever the fuck they feel horny. Jungkook knew his girlfriend couldn’t do it better than y/n could, that’s why they’ve been going at it for a good..2 years. Ever since him and sally started dating. And Jungkook doesn’t seem regretful. “Going great actually, I miss her” “how? Sexually..or actually” “actually fool..there’s just something about her, that just gives me some kind of weird feeling inside” “YOU LIKE HER!” Hoseok blurred out, smiling mischievously at Jungkook. “Let’s face It, 2 years? I say replace” Hoseok said, sipping out of his wine glass.

“I cant do that to sally” “FUCK SALLY!” Lisa came in the room, leaning against the wall behind Joon. “You need to put on your big boy pants and end the switch. Y/N worth it, that’s one bad bitch right there” Joon and Hobi agreed, looking at Jungkook. “She is” “you and sally had an argument tonight that’s the only reason why you came here for drinks! How about getting on your way to her house?” Jungkook sighed, thinking about the suggestion. He probably should. But the doorbell rung, making Lisa go over to the door, opening it to see the person she didn’t wanna see.

“..sally what do you want” “is Jungkook here?” “Oh my god yes why?” “I need to speak with him!” Lisa groaned, stepping out the way and closed the door when sally was let in. “Kookie..you know I don’t like it when we fight” Jungkook looked at her, eyes showing confusion on why she’s in front of him. His phone was out, making it seem he was distracted. “Kookie talk to me” sally said, but it looks like y/n wanted to talk instead. A message popped up coming from her, which Jungkook gladly opened and sees the picture of the lingerie she was wearing.

“Wanna talk?”

Jungkook’s breath hitched, putting his phone down immediately as he fought the urge to push sally and run to his car and drive full speed to her house. He looked at Hoseok in the eyes, telling him everything he need to know and he caught on quick. “Sally - I don’t think he wants to talk right now let’s go ahead and just sit and relax yes?” Hoseok said brining sally to the kitchen. I looked at Joon and he nodded before nudging my head to the garage. “Was it y/n?” I nodded, my foot tapping the floor as my urge was still fighting.

“Go get ‘em kid” I jumped up grabbing my keys from off the rack and ran out without answering any questions. The garage door opened and I started my car before full forcing my foot on the pedal and drove off onto the highway. Jungkook knew what he was doing wasn’t the right thing, some say to go back to the house and fix things in your relationship with your girlfriend, that you just left to go to a side who wants nothing but to put all your anger out at her. Jungkook went with his gut, and his gut was always right.

He arrived to the house, taking a deep breath and took his shirt off, leaving it in the car and parked in the driveway. He took out his key, opening the door to the house and entering, the scent of her favorite body care balance and harmony..and food? Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed as he closed the door and walked down the hallway and into the kitchen..where she was. In her silky robe and her long hair down, stirring a pot in front of her.

“Well hello Jungkook” y/n started, feeling his presence in the kitchen. She turned around, leaning against the marble counter. “Whatchu cookin?” “Shrimp fried rice, but it’s turned off…you’re looking like you wanna see what’s underneath this robe - which, I recently bought from Victoria” y/n answered, smirking at him. Y/n slowly took it off, letting Jungkook see the lingerie in person, making Jungkook drool at the sight. “Fuck” Jungkook cursed under his breath, seeing y/n slowly make her way towards him, staring down in his eyes.

“Mmh, daddy” Jungkook’s breath hitched at the name, her arms wrapping around his neck as she licked her lips at the sight before Jungkook losing control and smashing his lips onto hers. He lifted her up as he made his way to the living room couch, roughy putting her on the spacious part. He stared down with hungry eyes, sweat already building on his neck and he crawled over her, tearing each and every piece she had and she was exposed to him. “Wet little bitch” Jungkook whispered to himself as he saw the wetness covering her pussy. Jungkook stuck two fingers in there easy peasy, hearing y/n moan at the pleasure she was receiving. Jungkook scissored her, hearing her moans increase as her head dropped to the couch behind her, breathing unevenly.

“Yes..yes - daddy fuck” y/n hissed, spreading her legs wider to deepen his fingers. He took them out, licking them clean and bent down just to slowly lick up with his tongue, slow motion as he looked at her in the eyes. Y/n was enjoying every moment, feeling his tongue go up and all over. “Yesss just like that, just like that - daddy fuck” y/n whined out, bucking her hips. “Ooh you like that huh, that pussy slobbering that mouth hm? Greedy daddy isn’t he” y/n dirty talked, moving her hips in a circle making Jungkook moan at the sudden pleasure and her pussy lips.

“I do, fuck I do” “ooh I know, you’ve missed it, daddy’s missed it” Jungkook sucked harder, before getting up, licking his lips as he took his sweats down along with his boxers. Y/N’s eyes widened at the big thing in front of her, blinking as she looked at his smirking face. “..you’re out of your mind” “oh always” Jungkook got back on the couch, rubbing the tip at her entrance before slowly entering. Y/N clenched around him, feeling his cock go all the way inside her. “Shit..faster, please” Jungkook smirked, thrusting with force, fastening his pace by an inch causing y/n to go crazy. “Ooh there you go, there you go. Clenching on me like fucking bitch huh” Jungkook couldn’t take it, grabbing her throat and pounded into her.

Jungkook had y/n moaning her lungs out, having her lost at words once again as Jungkook pounded the living shit out of her. “Daddy! Fuck!” “Oh you like that, oh you fucking like that huh” Jungkook stopped, spanking her thigh. “Ass up” y/n did as told, turning around with still having his dick inside her and he went crazy, grabbing her hips and fucked her like a wild boar. “OH MY - daddy, daddy I’m not gonna last long. I’m not gonna last long - im gonna come. I’m-“ Jungkook pulled her hair, digging his cock deep inside her. “Yea wanna come? Wanna come for me Hm? Go ahead and come doll, come down my cock like a good girl yea?”

Y/n couldn’t take it anymore, and coated his dick with the running come. Y/N’s body shuddered at the intense orgasm, biting her lip like her life depended on it and moaned in the black couch. “Good girl, oh look at you. Look at you” Jungkook praised, chuckling as he turned her over. Jungkook kissed her with passion, making y/n wrap her arms around his neck to level the energy. This night was definitely gonna be long for them

an hour later..

1 am. Y/n and Jungkook couldn’t get enough, already having 7 orgasms combined. And Jungkook was going on it 4th one, y/n softly stroking his hard cock, practically edging him. “Fuck, please. Make me come, make me come baby cmon” y/n looked at him, with a raised eyebrow as she ran her fingers slowly over the red tip. “I’m surprised your little girlfriend hasn’t called yet” “I don’t care! Please - make me come!” “Who you yelling at?” Jungkook bit his lip, knowing better. Jungkook was the dominant one in their little relationship, besides during sex, Jungkook always knew not to raise his voice at her.

Especially when she has an advantage of making him come. Like this moment.

“Im sorry, im desperate” “i Can see, I’ll get to it when I get to it” y/n whispered the last part to him, kissing him softly as y/n’s hand went faster, colliding her fist to the heavy and filled balls of his, making him moan at the soft kiss they were still sharing. “Mmh fuck, fuck fuck fuck” y/n let go of it, cupping his balls in his hand as she massaged them slowly. She knew that was a weak spot for him. The tip, and the base. “Oooh yes yes yes yes - your driving to crazy to not let me come. This isn’t fair” y/n smiled, letting go before stroking roughly, knowing that took him over the edge.

Then the phone rung.

The ringtone echoed throughout the living room, y/n hand stopping and the two looked at each other confusingly. “..it’s not mine” “definitely mine” Jungkook whispered irritatedly, groaning in frustration as y/n got up and got his phone from the table. She looked at it, seeing the contact. She smirked. “Ooh? Cinderella is missing her prince” Jungkook knew who she was talking about, seeing her answer. “Kookie! Where are you!? The boys are trying to get me to stop looking for you but I will not stop until I know where you are! And make sure you’re safe!” Y/n smiled at the words, Jungkook huffing as he knew y/n was up to something.

“Sally, im fine” Jungkook simply said, seeing y/n walk to him as she put the phone carefully on the glass table next to them and she climbed onto his lap. Her back facing him. Jungkook sighed softly, his hands roaming her naked and sex scented body as he kissed her shoulders and neck softly. Y/n scooted, reaching down and licked the tip, rolling her tongue around it. Jungkook’s head threw back against the couch at the pleasure. “Fuck, no no please” “Jungkook? You still there?” Jungkook forgot sally was still on the phone. “Y-Yes, what is it sally I’m currently busy” Jungkook managed to get out, moaning quietly and softly as y/n took him all the way. That’s another thing Jungkook loves. “Well i wanna work things out, please come home I miss you” y/n smirked, knowing he was close.

Y/N took him out, roughly stroking him. “Quiet” she mouthed to jungkook as her hand was continued to stroke the hard thing. “Jungkook!” “I don’t think yelling would be the right option sweetheart” y/n replied almost quickly to the desperate sally over the phone. “Who’s this?” “Oh? Guess you haven’t heard of me, surprised Hobi kept his mouth shut” “SHUT UP Y/N!” Y/N chuckled, going faster as her fingers rolled over the tip. “I’m gonna come, im gonna come - y/n” “what is that!?” Y/N smirked, stroking the tip only as she spat on it and covered the tip with the wetness from his cock.

“Come for me you can do it” y/n whispered to Jungkook, hearing Jungkook’s whines and groans before exploding everywhere. All over her hand and arm as he let out the moans he couldn’t hold in any longer. Y/n smirked knowing the people over the phone heard that, stroking his cock slowly in the meantime. “Better?” Jungkook hummed in agreement, making her smile before grabbing the phone with her other hand. “Hope you enjoyed” y/n smirked before hanging up the phone and looking back at Jungkook.

“Your such an asshole” y/n laughed, making Jungkook laugh with her as she leaned her back against his chest, feeling his muscular tatted arms wrap around her. Y/n smiled feeling the soft kisses Jungkook placed. “I know what you want” y/n started softly, Jungkook sighing as he set his chin on her shoulder. “You do..” “you could’ve told me” “I didn’t know how you would feel about it” “Jungkook I like you too!” Y/n said, huffing after as she set her head back.

“You think this was just sex for me? No, I knew we both wanted the same thing and I knew that after 2 years you didn’t think we would be doing this for this long. You had doubts..and so did I” Jungkook bit his lip. “..will you be with me?” Y/n smiled softly, looking back at Jungkook before kissing his forehead sweetly.

“What a dream come true hm?”

#bts smut #jungkook #hoseok #yoongi #blackpink lisa #jungkook smut #namjoon #kim seokjin #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #taehyung #bts jimin

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peachhcs · 1 month

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i was wondering how sam starts to fall and relize that will is worth t her risk? because i know they went on the one date

the 3 times samy's confused about her feelings and the 1 time she isn't

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

samy's afraid to date her best friend in fear of ruining everything, so she spends the entire summer trying to understand her feelings until it finally all clicks.

4k words

wow! my longest fic ever for this series. i loved, loved loved writing this and i'm planning on doing a similar type of style to this soon so stayed tune for that! as always, keep sending in requests, they're so fun to write :)

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ONE

sitting at the kitchen island while ellen helped curl samy's hair, the girl's stomach churned into knots for some reason. she was so so excited for senior prom, but her anxiety wouldn't shake. something was tipping the youngest hughes off her balance, but she just couldn't put her finger on it. luke and her mom must've been taking notice of her unusual silence because the girl hadn't stopped talking about prom all week.

"your hair's gonna look so beautiful with these curls," ellen gushed, breaking the silence in the kitchen.

"you think so?" samy wondered quietly, hands fidgeting in her lap.

"oh for sure. i just know you and will are gonna look so amazing," the older woman continued while samy's stomach twisted into knots again hearing her best friend's name.

luke, who stood a few feet away, picked up on his sister's quietness again. he studied her face, gears turning in his brain, the pieces in his head slowly falling together that answered her sudden shyness.

"i think it's so nice you and your friends are bringing some of the guys. i really think they'll have fun even if they don't say it," ellen continued.

samy briefly nodded, her mind stuck on will. "yeah, it will be fun," her eyes met luke's across the way and because they were siblings, he instantly read her gaze.

samy's friends were the ones who brought up the idea about her bringing will to prom. the brunette didn't have a lot of options considering she didn't like many of the other guys at her school. marley suggested "the hot hockey friend" (her words) and everyone else immediately agreed.

sure, they teased samy about will before and always went on about how hot him and his friends were, but the girl never looked past that. she never gave it a second thought until now.

the days leading up to prom have left serious anxious butterflies in samy's stomach for reasons she didn't quite understand completely. her and will texted back and forth like they usually did, but something felt different. there was something different that the brunette couldn't put her finger on it and the more she thought about it, the more she thought about her friend's teasing remarks and the boys' teasing remarks anytime they all hung out.

"okay, i'm gonna let these set for a minute before we start doing anything else," ellen decided as she shut the curling iron off and disappeared out of the room.

the hughes sibling code was that you never brought up anything around the parents you wanted to discuss, so luke shifted himself closer to his sister once their mom was out of earshot. samy met his wondering gaze.

"what's up?" luke asked in a near whisper.

"what?" for a moment samy played dumb. she feared her little bubble of anxiety was coming off as too noticeable.

"you look nervous. like way more nervous than before," the middle hughes casually pointed out. his sister's face flushed.

"i'm not."

"really?" luke didn't believe her. not even for a second. he grew up with her, so he knew every single one of her quirks making it impossible to hide them.

"yeah?" she toyed with her fingers and avoided eye contact—a dead giveaway for the older boy.

"samantha," luke using her full name meant he was being seriousness and wanted her to be serious too.

"i'm just like kind of freaking out and i don't know why," the youngest hughes finally admitted.

the boy raised his eyebrow, "what do you mean by freaking out?"

"like..there's these butterflies in my stomach and my heart won't stop racing," samy tried her best explaining.

"are you nervous for prom?" luke wondered.

"i-i don't know..maybe? i just..it feels weird," words weren't coming easy to the girl. she looked away, feeling embarrassed that she was even feeling this way.

the middle hughes hesitated for a second, thinking back to a few minutes ago when he noticed how his sister grew quiet at the mention of will's name. "does it have anything to do with will?"

the girl's face blushed around the edges, "that's the problem. i think so, but i-i don't really know."

"i mean you're just going as friends. it doesn't mean anything," luke shrugged until he saw his sister's gaze again and something in his expression shifted. "or does it?"

"i don't know," samy nearly whispered.

her brother finally understood what she was trying to say.

"do you want it to mean something?" luke asked.

"i-i wanna say yes..my heart wants me to, but..my head is confusing me. i don't know why i feel like this about will," she looked at luke as if he had all the answers for her.

"it sounds like you may have..feelings for him? or you're starting to?" his words made the girl's stomach drop. feelings?

"feelings?" her thoughts slipped out of her mouth.

"maybe?"

that didn't make samy feel any better than before. luke quickly cut in when he saw her expression drop, "that's not a bad thing. i had a small inkling."

"inkling? will's my best friend..he's like another brother to me. i-i can't have feelings for him," the girl looked over at luke who only shrugged.

"i dunno, just something to think about. you seemed anxious when mom mentioned him and you aren't usually."

"something about this just feels really different and i..i can't understand why. or maybe i do and i don't wanna believe it," samy mumbled the last part.

"is it a bad thing to like him or something?" luke crossed his arms as he drew back off the counter.

"i mean..no. it's not. i just..he's my best friend. that's all i've ever seen him as. i don't know why things suddenly feel so different," samy admitted.

"i get it. just..see how the night goes? see what happens? for all he knows, it's just a friends thing," the middle hughes tried reassuring her. all samy could do was nod and take some deep breaths to ease the racing thoughts.

TWO

the excitement finally started dying down around two in the morning. people drifted back towards their rooms as sleep filled their eyes knowing their hangovers would be pretty killer in the morning. the youngest hughes lingered in the conference room just taking in the scene of what was once a packed room while everyone congratulated the boys on their drafts.

her parents retired hours ago and the older hughes brothers were somewhere in the building either asleep or continuing the party in a smaller room. it was just her in there staring blankly at one of the walls lost in thought until one of the doors cracked open.

"found her," gabe's voice broke the silence. samy's gaze slid to his as he slowly shuffled closer towards her. ryan wasn't far behind.

"you okay?" the darker-haired boy wondered when he got closer. "we've been looking for you."

"oh, yeah. i'm good," samy nodded as gabe plopped onto the couch with ryan on her other side.

"smitty passed out upstairs in the room. no way he was waking up," ryan laughed briefly. samy pictured the blonde in her head and it brought a soft smile to her lips.

"did he tell you?" she asked the two boys. both of them raised their eyebrow like they didn't know what she was talking about.

"tell us what?" ryan wondered, both of their gazes shifting over to the girl between them.

a small flush spread across her cheeks. she for sure thought will would tell them as soon as he got the chance considering how much they were always teasing him for it.

"he..he uh..we kissed," samy mumbled quietly.

gabe and ryan's smiles grew into the widest and biggest the brunette's ever seen them besides when they scored goals during a game.

"fucking finally! when did that happen??" gabe exclaimed.

"we finally caught each other in the crowd. we went into the hallway and i guess everything just..spilled out," samy explained what the two missed.

"so what? you're boyfriend girlfriend now?" ryan nudged her arm, a large smirk on his lips knowing the guys owed him now.

"uh..no.."

"no?" ryan and gabe exchanged a curious and confused glance. the brunette's gaze fell away from them as she toyed with her fingers.

"we're just gonna like go on dates and see how it goes and if it goes to shit then that's okay and nothing is ruined between us," she shrugged some.

"i don't get it," gabe said.

"it's like a grace period. we go on dates just to see how we'd be in a relationship and if we aren't good, then it's like nothing happened," she saw their glances and for some reason neither of them made her feel good.

"but you guys like each other..so wouldn't that like..not make sense if you don't decide to be official but you still like each other?" ryan raised his eyebrow.

"maybe..but i dunno. just scared," samy's voice softened out which immediately made gabe and ryan's expressions soften too.

"scared? of what? will? he's your best friend," ryan almost laughed before knowing that wouldn't be the right move.

"that's the problem. he's my best friend."

"i'm lost again," gabe's confusion earned a playful eye roll from the youngest hughes.

"i've known will since we were babies. all i've ever known him is a best friend. a brother. these feelings are still new to me and..i'm still scared. i'm scared that it won't work between us and we ruin everything we've ever had," samy's confession had her own heart clenching in tight knots. that familiar feeling of anxiety returned anytime she thought about her feelings for will.

"hey, i get it. when julianne and i started dating i was scared too. she was a really good friend of mine and i didn't wanna ruin that. i mean..we know will, you probably know him better than us, but he's not like that. he'd do anything for you samy," ryan touched her arm, giving it a gentle squeeze while gabe nodded in agreement. a soft smile replaced the small frown on her lips.

she knew when ryan called her samy and not hughesy, he was being genuine.

"i mean, you should've seen him back in october and before he even realized he liked you like that. he'd never do anything to hurt you or put himself in a position to lose you," gabe added.

"i know it's hard to shake the jerky hockey guy persona, but trust me when i say will is far from that. you know that. if you called him needing something, he'd drop everything for you. i know he really, really wants this to work out between you guys," ryan grinned wider.

luckily, the boys' words eased some of the anxiety building in samy's stomach. she hooked her arm around ryan's, giving it a loving squeeze.

"when did you guys become so good at giving advice? i swear you were teasing me two days ago," her words made the three of them laugh.

"i guess we're growing up, huh? we're not kids anymore," gabe's eyes drifted across samy and ryan's glances.

"i'm really proud of you two. i'm gonna miss you being in michigan with me this fall," she ruffled up both of their hairs making them squirm away.

"i can't believe it's already over. went too fast," ryan hummed, leaning back into the couch.

"you can say that again. i can't believe boston's in two months," a sad smile appeared on gabe's lips.

the idea of her best friends being miles away from her made samy's stomach twist into more knots. she lived for moments like these where the late hours made them vulnerable and anything tumbled out of their lips into the open air. these moments wouldn't happen anymore when the boys headed to botson. everything was changing soon and samy wasn't sure how big of a fan she was of all of it—especially trying to navigate her feelings for someone she cared deeply about.

THREE.

samy's heart hammered against her chest with each step she took onto her front porch. one step matched the thud of her heart and the blush rising to the tips of her ears. will's heavier footsteps weren't far behind, insisting that he walked her to the door to make sure she made it in safely.

all of these little gestures were so new to them. samy was so used to the blonde flying out the door passed her after her brothers in an attempt keep up with them. sometimes he'd even knock into her accompanied with a weak apology as he passed through. having him walk her to the house was entirely new territory in their relationship.

the brunette slowly spun on her heel, instantly finding will's gaze already on her. a soft smile sat on his lips as his eyes darted between her own. his shoulder fell against the one of the support beams, hands slipping into his pockets trying to act casual despite the pounding in his ears.

"i had a lot of fun. thank you, again," samy broke the silence first.

"yeah, me too. it was really fun," will agreed.

everything about them standing inches away from the front door where her parents and brothers were on the other side made samy feel like she was in high school again after a first date. the giddy smiles; the racing heartbeats; the awkward waiting and deciding if a kiss goodbye was appropriate while wondering if the older boys were watching them from an unknown location.

"next time you should show me around plymouth," the girl teased slightly earning a blush across will's cheeks.

"you haven't seen all of it already?"

the girl smiled, but shook her head, "no, not really. i'd love to get your take on it."

"noted. i'll have to come up with an itinerary for us then."

the two shared a loving smile. samy noticed the way will's gaze briefly flicked down to her lips and the action made her heart flutter.

she decided to help him out by slowly inching closer, the small gap between them quickly closing. will caught on fairly fast. his hand slid onto her cheek, directing her chin upwards to meet his soft lips while samy hoped he couldn't feel her rapid heartbeat beneath his palm.

the blonde used his other hand to wrap around her hip, tugging her impossibly closer while samy's danced through his hair and clutched his shirt. the kiss had both of their heads spinning until they finally pulled apart.

"see you tomorrow at the game?" will whispered with kiss-swollen lips.

the smile he loved spread across samy's own kiss-swollen lips as she nodded, "i'd never miss it."

he reluctantly let her go, watching as the brunette disappeared back into her house. the smile never disappeared from will's face the entire drive back to plymouth.

inside, samy leaned against the door just taking in the entire date. her eyes sparkled, replaying the way will's lips felt against her own—how passionate and sweet he was.

her high continued as she shuffled into the living room where all of her brothers were still awake watching the tv. they quickly met her gaze and the lovestruck expression dancing across her features.

"someone's smiley," jack commented in amusement, turning the volume down a few notches.

"maybe it's too early to say this, but i really think it's gonna work out between us. at least, i really hope it does."

the three brothers exchanged a brief glance. they had never heard their little sister talk that way about someone before—not after a first date. all three of their chests warmed seeing their baby sister look so happy despite them never admitting it.

"that good, huh?" jack smirked some. samy nodded, joining them on the couch for a few moments before going upstairs.

"he's so perfect. he did everything right and..i just.." the youngest hughes trailed off for a moment while her brothers watched her expression slightly fade.

"i sense a but coming," quinn commented. samy met their gazes briefly before looking away.

"not a bad but..i just..i've never felt this way about someone before. my chest..it feels so..so full. it scares me," the girl didn't know how to explain what she was feeling nor was she sure if her brothers would even understand.

samy's words brought luke back to the conversation they shared a few months ago as the youngest sibling got ready for prom. he remembered how nervous she was—how unsure she seemed of it all.

"remember prom?" luke wondered, meeting his sister's wandering gaze.

"what about it?"

"remember how scared you were then too but because you were unsure about the feelings you had for will because of how new they were?" the siblings didn't know where luke was taking the conversation, but they waited for him to go on.

"now it seems like you're scared because of how you feel. you're not unsure anymore. you know how you feel for will, but it's scaring you," samy glanced at jack and quinn, getting lost in what luke was trying to say.

"you're losing me," she said.

"i think being scared of how much you like someone because you've never felt such strong emotions before is all the more reason to fall for them. to go all in," the curly-haired boy shrugged.

in luke's weird, roundabout explanation, it somehow made sense to samy. she smiled briefly, letting her brother's words really sink in.

"plus, we've seen the way he is around you. i don't think someone would act the way he does if he didn't really wanna be with you," quinn mentioned.

samy decided to sleep on her brother's advice, hoping something would give her the sign that going all in with will wouldn't be a choice she regretted.

THE 1 TIME

goodbyes were never easy. the cooler breeze of august mornings meant the end of summer. june bled into july. july bled into august. august marked the start of a new chapter, but the end of a really good one. the boys' usntdp years were over and all of them were once again packing up their lives to move out to boston to start something new and a bit unknown. samy sat in her childhood bedroom picking out the best memories to bring to college with her.

even though she'd only be minutes away, heading to college was something the girl thought was still months away. sitting on the floor stuffing clothes and knickknacks into boxes brought a small line of tears into her eyes as august continued slipping away.

on one of her freer days where she wasn't busy packing her own life away, samy drove up to plymouth to help the boys. it was also an excuse to see them more before they all left.

she sat in will's room watching him sort his things into boxes attempting to hold herself together for the sake of both of them. if one them cried, then both of them would. her fingers clasped around some picture frames waiting to be wrapped. a smile spread across her lips when she saw what picture was inside.

"i've never seen this picture before," the girl commented, casting her gaze towards her boyfriend. will's eyes flicked up, crinkling around the edges when he saw what photo.

"i think it's from like a few years ago. you were at the game and mom wanted a picture," the blonde smiled briefly.

the two looked awfully young. maybe fourteen or fifteen? will was still dressed in his hockey gear, helmet and stick in one hand with the other wrapped around samy's waist. he must've hit his growth spurt that year because he stood a good few inches above the brunette and samy knew she was always taller than him until he started growing more. the camera definitely captured the joy because of how wide each of their smiles were.

"it's really cute. are you gonna put it up in your dorm?" samy teased a little.

"yeah, probably. it's one of my favorites of us," will's response caught her off guard for some reason.

her boyfriend had his back to her, so he didn't see the longing gaze. when her eyes finally left him and returned the the pictures again, she began realizing just how many were of her and him. the past two years samy hardly noticed what all of his framed pictures were. she just figured they were of family or him and his boys, not realizing over half of them included her smiling face.

"you're taking all of these with you?" samy wondered a bit softly, referring to the picture frames still.

will finally met her gaze again, not noticing the emotions coursing through her. "yeah, that's the plan. i don't know where i'll put all of them, but maybe i'll take them out of the frame and put them on the photo wall instead if they don't all fit somewhere," the blonde explained with a brief grin.

the boy finally noticed samy's sudden quietness and her soft expression. he approached her, pushing some of her hair behind her ear, "you okay?"

"oh, yeah, yeah. sorry. getting sentimental looking at all of these photos," the girl mumbled out a small lie. she didn't quite know how to put what she was currently feeling into words or how she felt so loved that will wanted to display her everywhere in whatever room he was in.

"i know. mom keeps showing me all of these baby photos and finding things as we pack up," he rubbed the girl's arm before leaning in to place a gentle kiss to the side of her head.

"i can't believe summer's already over," samy sunk onto the bed for a moment, eyes on the ground because if she looked at will she'd definitely start crying.

"it went by way too fast. college came way too fast," the boy chuckled, finding a spot beside her.

"boston's so lucky to have you, will. you're gonna do so great there," even though being over 600 miles away hurt, the girl knew how much will loved boston—dreaming of going there like everyone else in his family.

"wish you were coming too," he took ahold of her hand, giving it a lot of kisses which made samy blush a deep crimson.

"i know, but michigan's always called my name," the girl chuckled while thinking of quinn and luke. ever since she visited for the first time to watch quinn play, 12-year-old samy knew the university of michigan was where she would be one day.

six years later, the girl was getting ready to move in and start her collegiate soccer career.

"you know, gabe said he's not excited to live with me knowing how much i'm gonna call you everyday," will joked, trying to lighten the mood.

in that moment, something in samy's head clicked. she finally looked over at her boyfriend and for the first time, she finally saw for herself that look everyone has told her he's looked at her with since they were kids. his blue eyes were nothing but orbs of a bright sparkle, entirely filled with nothing but love and adoration for the girl sitting beside him.

"i'm gonna miss you a lot, hughesy. i wish i sucked up my pride and ego and told you how i felt a lot sooner," will admitted.

his words exploded something inside of samy's chest. it was that feeling she's been scared of all summer, except this time, she wasn't scared anymore. she remembered luke's words about going all in when you felt something as strong as she felt.

"me too. i wish i caught on sooner," the brunette chuckled, easing her forehead to rest against his.

"i'm gonna call you every single day, watch every single one of your games, think about you all the time—" will's words quickly died in his throat when samy placed her lips on his.

for the first time since the two admitted their feelings for one another, samy knew exactly how she felt about her best friend: in love.

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when the smoke clears • portgas d. ace

vice fire chief!ace helps comfort his subordinate after a rough call.

content + themes: fluff, comfort, ace being a sweetheart (and an asshole 😭), black fem reader, soft smut, oral kissing and hand holding, him + reader crying during 🥹, angst, mentions of arson + child death, so if that triggers anyone I’m sorry.

word count: 6.0K

📝: are y’all sick of me and my cheesy fire pun titles yet? 😁 sorry, I just really love this series and their dynamic. This was also longer than expected but I got carried away! 🫶🏾

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many things came with the responsibility of being a firefighter. It wasn’t an easy occupation by any stretch of the imagination. You saw and did things that the average person had the pleasure of not encountering..entire homes, entire families, generations and years worth of memories wiped out in an instant..you oftentimes risked your life with minimal reward whilst also being tasked with the heavy burden of saving others. But when you failed to do so, the weight of the world felt as if it were teeming on your shoulders and it was far too heavy to lift off on your own. Sure, there was therapy..perhaps even certain mechanisms to help you cope but there are some things you don’t forget. And all of that rang true for the newest recruit at Company Eight, (y/n) (l/n), who had just experienced your very first call that resulted in tragedy rather than a rescue. And needless…it had taken its toll…

“Oh!..Hi, Ace..so nice to see you.”

“Good evening, Miss Robin. How are we doing today?”

it was a chilly Wednesday evening..the impending onslaught of winter just around the corner for the big city. Snow had begun to fall, leaves wilting and turning to that beautiful rustic color that signified the turn of the season. It was such a delightful sight..but for you? The world seemed to be standing still, doused in gray and your heart may as well have turned black. Try as you might to hide it but the pain was still too sudden and fresh to just disappear so soon. Currently, you were home..the very spacious, four bedroom, high rise condo overlooking the city that you shared with your two best friends and roommates, Robin and Nami. Nami, who worked for The National Weather Center as a climatologist spent long hours helping to predict forecasts and track the weather patterns so that they can properly inform citizens of any impending storms. It was a rather unique and lucrative job..ideal for her! As for Robin, she was a professor at the local university, teaching archaeological studies and conducting research. She was a scholar; a woman of many academic achievements and just as your boss had arrived at the front doorstep of you guys home, she was preparing to head out for an overnight excavation, being led by other researchers in the field who needed the expertise and knowledge of someone like her. They were extraordinary, talented women who you were happy to call not only friends but sisters. Even so, with all of their intelligence, there was a topic that seemed too difficult to tackle, even for them…

handling grief. Grief that had accrued from your last call and perhaps the hardest one that the firehouse had seen in a while. It was weighing heavy on the hearts of everyone, even the more seasoned veterans but that didn’t make things any easier.

they had watched you traipse about the condo, in a stupor; spending your days off that would’ve been filled with productivity to do all of the things you couldn’t in your harrowing twenty four hour shifts to lie in bed, cry and sleep. It was awful and they couldn’t imagine what it was you were feeling at the moment. So they decided to call in someone with special expertise to help handle the situation. They had both met Ace prior through mutual friends at a gathering and they couldn’t understand why you held such resentment for such a kind, caring gentleman who seemed to really have a soft spot for you. Sure he gave you a hard time but only because your stubborn ass deserved it. If he didn’t put you in your place, who would?

“I’m doing wonderful. Please, come in.” So whilst the two of them were gone, they’d entrust your fate in the hands of the one person you probably preferred not to see but needed to. For the sake of your sanity and your job! With those deep set eyes, dark hair and signature grin, the vice fire chief made his way over the threshold, exchanging typical pleasantries with your roommate before she offered him warm coffee to help deter the cold and he’d happily accept. It was whilst they were at the table, drinking their beverage did the elephant in the room become addressed.

“So..how is she?”

“If you want my honest opinion? Not so great. We had to drag her out of bed for breakfast and a shower. I’ve never seen her like this before.” She’d also go on to explain how you’d woken up out of your sleep, screaming and reaching out to someone. Saying ‘take my hand’..only to slam back down to the mattress in a fit of tears. You’d laugh one moment, be angry the next and then a full sobbing mess afterwards..the realization was setting in for Robin, who was hurting for you. They were helpless and struggled to understand how it was you were feeling, less known to overcome it. Ace, however, had become accustomed to it and had a far better grasp on how to deal with this. Nodding his head, he’d take another sip before speaking.

“I see…y’know, it’s hard to imagine the girl who takes any opportunity she can to bite my head off actually crying. Just doesn’t seem like her..” but Robin could attest. What most mistook for anger or feistiness with you, your girls knew you were emotional at your core. You carried things much more intensely than everyone else. You felt it deeper than anyone else did and because of that, when instances like this happen, you didn’t exactly handle it well.

“She’s resilient..stronger than anyone I know but she’s also a lot more sensitive. (Y/N) has always had a knack for empathizing with others. It’s what I love about her..that kind heart. She always wants to help those around her..maybe that’s why she was adamant on becoming a firefighter. It’s strange..I wanted to stop her when she told us the news. To grab her and ask if she had gone crazy but…my fear didn’t stem from her rushing into burning buildings or an accident..it was something like this. Because she doesn’t just internalize their feelings..she internalizes their suffering, their pain. She tortures herself into believing that if she can’t help someone then she’s failed as a person. That tough exterior is nothing more than a facade, a mask to keep everyone from seeing just how fragile she is.”

it was then that Ace acquired a better understanding of not only your current mental state but you as a person as well. He knew now that the woman who hid behind these stoic faces and temperamental attitudes was actually a sad child who had never healed from past trauma. However, he couldn’t, in good faith..allow you to come back on shift until you were feeling better and if that never happened, then he’d be forced to resort to more permanent measures. Once the two finished up their coffee, Robin would gather her things and prepare to leave. “I'm going to go tell her goodnight and I’ll let her know you’re here..” With that, the tall, dark haired woman headed towards your bedroom. Her backpack, chocked full of exploration equipment and other necessities tossed over her shoulder along with a thermos in hand. She’d leave a faint knock for which you’d allow her in and that’s when she’d be met with the sight of you lying in bed, curled up in the blankets and cradling a stuffed animal. It was the only bit of comfort you’d had.

“Hey, sweet girl. How are we feeling?” Her deep and soothing tone brought you immediate peace as she sat at the edge of your bed, stroking along the side of your face. That nurturing touch was the only semblance of comfort you had felt in these past few days. Even so, you couldn’t bring yourself to admit the truth..the truth that would reveal the fact that you weren’t doing well in the slightest. Curled into a fetal-like position, (y/n) bundled the blanket up to your face. Almost too ashamed and frightened to face her. Abashed by the fact you were behaving this way. Although it couldn’t be helped..not when every time you shut your eyes, you’d relive the horrors of that night. Toiling with it over and over, thinking of what you could’ve done differently. It seemed as if no matter what scenario you went through in your head, it seemed as if the result would be the same. There was nothing that you or anyone else could do..even so, it didn’t stop you from shouldering the blame. However, you wouldn’t be sulking for long if he had anything to do with it. As Robin continued to console you, barely garnering a whisper from you, you’d proceed to tell her that you were okay. Which she knew was a lie but it was better than mere tears..

“C’mon, rookie. Are you really going to stay here sulking? It’s sad..”

Suddenly, your pity fest was soon interrupted by the very familiar and irritating voice of the last person you were hoping to see. Not only would he undoubtedly make you feel worse but you most certainly didn’t want him seeing you in such a state. Although he never voiced it, you had the sneaking suspicion that he thought little of you. That perhaps he bet on the fact that you’d one day succumb to the harsh conditions of this job and wouldn’t be able to handle it. Maybe you were proving him right. You’d feel the bed shift as Robin stood to her feet; only bending down to place a gentle kiss on your temple, telling you that she loved you and would see you later once she returned from her expedition. She’d also take Ace’s appearance as her cue to leave. She felt safe leaving you in his care. Today and any other day..

“..go away, Ace. I’m not in the mood..”

cradling the blanket into your fist, you’d slowly turn back over and avoid facing him. The last thing you wanted to be vexed with was his nonsense. But he wasn’t here to pick a fight or even argue with you. He was used to your anger, used to that foul mouth and bad attitude. What he couldn’t stomach the thought of was you being upset. Kneeling near the side of the bed, he’d press a hand to your covered hip and try to get a peak at your face. Hoping that he’d be able to soften you up. Although it’d be no easy task..that much he was aware of. Still, it wouldn’t stop him from trying his best to make you feel better.

“Yeah..I figured you’d say that.” releasing a heavy sigh, your superior would then rise back to his original posture, before doing something quite unexpected. Suddenly, you’d feel the weight of the bed shift drastically before you were greeted with the sight of him lying next to you! That same obnoxious smirk and deep tone that normally made your skin crawl. Without so much as a warning, he’d peel those covers back from you and reveal your gaze as well. “What are you?--” “There she is..that pretty face. Y’know, crying really doesn’t suit you. Neither does acting like a big ass baby.” As per usual, you wouldn’t get away unscathed without him taking jabs. But this was exactly what you needed. Someone to bring you back to reality! If anyone understood the gravity of the situation you were grappling with and how difficult it was, Ace was the one. He’d seen many tragedies since his time as a firefighter. From car accidents, crime scenes and horrible fires that had destroyed families in a matter of minutes. He had a sort of immunity to it and didn’t let many things phase him for his own mental state. That silly facade was his own coping mechanism. Otherwise, he’d be knee deep in a bottle again and that wasn’t a place he wanted to go back to. But even he could empathize with you on this. It was a brutal scene..one of the worst any of you had ever encountered..it was difficult but you were definitely taking it harder than anyone else.

“And what the hell would you know? Huh? Everything is always a joke to you. They died right in front of me..right in front of me, Ace and I couldn’t do shit!..Do you have any idea what that feels like?!” Just then, your voice would ascend into a higher pitch and you’d become hysterical. You’d become livid..just one of the many emotions you were experiencing. How dare he speak to you as if you were some petulant child throwing a fit? This wasn’t some small mistake you all could laugh off..a mere teaching moment. A family was broken apart at the seams, a mother burying their kids and a cowardly father who took his own life to avoid the consequences. And the only thing that you could do was stand there and watch the flames engulf them. See two innocent babies become swallowed after the support beams of their home fell in front of them. You’d try to run in and save them but were promptly held back by your fellow firefighters. You lacked the experience to tackle such a feat and the only thing your presence would’ve caused was another unfortunate casualty. You even sustained some injuries that hadn’t even hit you until after your adrenaline wore off. But none of that mattered..nothing compared to the pain of seeing two little kids yelling ‘help me’..only two feet away and there was nothing you could do to help them. Your other two teammates rushed in, barely escaping with their lives to assist them instead but by that time, smoke inhalation was what ultimately caused their demise.

“Who does that to their own kids?! What type of fucking monster would burn them up because he was mad at their mom?! Why couldn’t I help them, Ace? Why didn’t you let me?! Do you really hate me that fucking bad!—“

By this point, you were more than lively. A bit more than he anticipated and before he knew it, you were screaming, sobbing and slamming your fists into his chest. He expected this..hell, he blamed himself. As soon as he got the call, he should’ve told you to stay behind. But shielding you only would’ve felt like a slap in the face and he was doing you no favors by sugarcoating the severity of this job.

“Because I didn’t want to lose you too!” suddenly, you’d feel your wrists clutched in his grasp and him holding you close. But you’d also notice the welling tears brimming in his eyes. A true first! This was the very man you’d always catch with that stupid smug grin on his face and laughing. Yet here he was..mirroring your sentiment. He’d then try to feign them off and look away over his own shoulder. Trying not to let you see him in that state. “Damnit, rookie!..you think I did that to spite you? All of this, the whole situation fucking sucks and if there were anything I could do differently, I would. I failed, okay? As your superior and a firefighter..and I have to live with that. I have to face the consequences of my decisions but I couldn’t take it if something would’ve happened to you. I–...” it was only a matter of time before he crumbled and it was seconds later that you’d watch the once strong and upbeat chief fall apart. “I’m sorry, (y/n)..” but alas, his tears and apology didn’t sway your resolve. You were angry with him! Angry that he was yet again protecting you. Now face to face, the two of you sat there..only inches apart. His hand cradling your own and you refusing to let go. This was by far the most vulnerable that you had ever seen him and in a way, it almost made you feel sorry for him but you had to let him know exactly how you felt. Leaning forward, you’d move as if you were trying to kiss him but instead, went for a slap. Bringing him out of his self sulking trance.

“What the hell?!--” “If you’re really sorry, then stop treating me like a goddamned baby! Ace, this job means everything to me. I didn’t become a firefighter to sit on the sidelines and watch people die. And it seems like as of late, all you’ve done is try to coddle and try to shield me from it. I don’t get it..do you really think I’m that useless? How the hell do you think I feel? Everybody thinks I’m incompetent because of you. No matter what I say, I can never look that mom in the eyes and tell her how sorry I am. That I did the best I could because I didn’t. You took that from me, Ace..why do you insist on smothering me?!” and you wouldn’t believe him even if he told you the reason. It’d probably only make you even more irritable. But hell, now was as good of time as any to confess what was on his heart.

“..any man would want to protect the woman he loves, wouldn’t he?” You were still amid your rambling when the words seeped from his mouth. Just as flatly as any other phrase he had uttered before. Almost as if he were afraid to admit it but it was true..every bit of it. He had fallen for you over this past year or so and there was no way of denying it. All of his domineering overbearance was due to this blossoming crush..this deep seeded passion that had sprouted into pure adoration. “Fuck’s sake..swear you drive me crazy, rookie. Can’t believe I’m even telling you this..” That’s when he’d burst into laughter, now swiping the tears away from his puffy, dark eyes. There it was. That’s why he was acting this way..he didn’t want to tell you in fear of pushing you away or even be accused of showing favoritism just because you were a woman. He never once doubted or even questioned your skills. But his feelings? They had grown far stronger than he was ready to accept. He knew you could handle it but in that moment, his natural instinct was to grab you. Even at the expense of your own mental health and pride. Even if it meant you’d hate him for it. Hold you close and never let go..because he didn’t want his last memory of you to be walking to your death. Honestly, he wasn’t being entirely truthful because he knew it’d only make you feel worse but there was nothing that any of you could do. Even the most trained and skilled first responder would not have been able to change the outcome of this tragedy. You all went in and risked your lives for these children but it was to no avail. One step closer and it would’ve been a suicide mission.

“I know it’s selfish and honestly, you have every right to resent me for it but I can’t help myself. You’re a hell of a firefighter, I’ve said that a million times but you’re also the girl I can’t stop thinking about. The one I just want to keep safe and protect from it all but that’s not fair. I can’t ask you to hold back because of my sore feelings. You did everything right, rookie. This isn’t your burden to shoulder so stop sitting around here crying, worrying your friends. None of this is your fault, okay? Nobody blames you, not even that mother. She even came by the fire house to thank you for how quickly you rushed in to help her kids. I just..I can’t take knowing that you feel like this because of my fucking stupidity–”

Quite frankly, you’d heard enough of these pitiful excuses and half assed attempts at trying to do damage control. But most importantly, you couldn’t take anymore of this..no more of his heartfelt confession because then you’d be forced to confront your own emotions. The deep seeded truth that you loved him as well. After a year of intense, passionate hookups and going through arguably some of the worst scenarios together, you couldn’t help but to become close. Even if it went without the obvious mention. Amid his long winded rant, you’d gently cup his cheek into your palm before kissing his forehead and eventually, his lips.

“You’re right about one thing, you are very fucking stupid..”

Immediately sending the flustered chief into a pout. But it was obvious that he meant every word because his cheeks flushed red as he felt your touch. “You don’t mince words, do you?” “No, but I am thankful for you..even if you get on my fucking nerves.” To which he could only chuckle and place his head down. He wasn’t expecting some picture perfect, Hallmark moment with you. That was for certain but you were still just as crass as ever! Reaching over, you’d take his hand and gently caress his knuckles with your thumb pad. “Listen, Ace..I feel the same way you do. As bad as I didn’t want to admit it. Hell, I’d tell myself I was just being delusional but the truth is, you do make me happy..” he couldn’t ask for much more than that, honestly! He was expecting you to be utterly repulsed by his words and here you were saying exactly what he was hoping for. On the contrary though, there was still a tiny bit that he was missing.

“Still..love isn’t supposed to be suffocating or overbearing. I can’t ever grow or learn if you don’t let me. I don’t want to just be ‘the girl you love’, I wanna be your equal…I want you to acknowledge me as a capable firefighter. I don’t want to be coddled and held back. I don’t ever want to feel what I have been for these past few days ever again. I don’t think I can take it..” finally, you’d lean in and cup his cheek; flustered a bright red by your heartfelt words. “I learned from the best, didn’t I? So I think I deserve to prove it.” What more could he possibly say? You were so precious to not only him but everyone at Company Eight. You all were family and losses were never easy, especially when they were so young but you all should have been proud. Proud that they realized your weakness and held you back for your own safety. Proud that you all had done everything you could to rescue those children, even if the result wasn’t what you all hoped and proud that you were still standing here..as a vice chief and fellow friend, he was so grateful for each of you and as much as he wanted to internalize that burden as well, he did none of you any favors by pouting or feeling sorry for himself. The only thing any of you could do now was move forward and keep getting better. Keep training and learn from your mistakes. And if he wanted his team to continue to grow, he couldn’t allow his own fears and bias to cloud his judgment. Otherwise those feelings would swallow him whole and the only thing he’d do is push you away.

“You really are something else, rookie…I swear you make me want to be better than I was the day before..it’s crazy. But I promise I’ll become a chief worthy of your respect. I won’t ever hold you back ever again.”

For now though, he just wanted to be one with you. Be in this moment with you and not let go. To immerse himself in your skin, to touch you and know that he still had you by his side. “I love you, Ace..” tenderly reassuring him as the gap of distance slowly closed between the two of you. A gentle hand cradling his face and his tugging at your hip. There was no greater feeling in the world than this.

“Say that again, baby..tell me one more time.” By now, he had laid you back flat to the mattress and his lips honed in on your neck, suckling and slowly kissing your flesh. Around your earlobe and even your collarbone. You’d utter the words once more and like a wave of fresh water, you’d allow him to drown you in his affection. Giving you the comfort and warmth you so desperately needed. The kind you had been craving. The kind that only he could give you!

“Can you tell me it’s mine?..please?..”

“You sure are demanding today..”

in only a matter of moments, you’d find yourselves entangled in a passionate bliss. His arms wrapped around you and your hands scaled the curvature of his back. This was nice..the only thought that could cross your mind. A simple one but true nonetheless. This familiarity..the comfort of knowing, feeling something that you were used to was nice. A feeling you no longer wanted to fight..you wanted to give in, submit and let the overwhelming emotions swaddle you. Safety, affection, genuine care..they all felt so foreign until you met him. Despite the fighting, anger and resentment. They were the only false feelings you harbored. No matter how far you tried to push him away, he’d only find himself falling deeper.

“Yeah, but at least you’re smiling now so it's fine..” chuckling gently against your lips, causing a faint vibration as he brushed the side of your face. Right now, nothing else mattered. He wasn’t leaving this room until your mind was out of that dark, dreary place. And he knew just how to do the trick. Soon, you’d feel his tongue snake from his mouth and make a beeline from the starting point of your jugular, not letting up until he reached your belly button; pausing only briefly to rid you of the t-shirt that you had been sporting. Immediately sensing the tension in your body resolving by the second. Ace honed in on your very sensitive and erect nipples that seemed to draw forth and elicit the most lively reaction from you. Feeling you tremble, hearing those light huffs…it was all he needed. He'd then lean up to check on his beloved. Adorning your temple with a soft kiss..

“..can I make you feel better?”

and without hesitation..frazzled and with labored breathing, you’d nod your head and whimper. “Y-yes, please..”

from there, he knew exactly what needed to be done. From that point forward, he was at your mercy..in complete and total submission to bring you pleasure. To ensure that you were shrouded in nothing more than bliss. No pain, no tears..he missed that beautiful smile more than anything so he wouldn’t stop until it appeared again. Seconds later, you’d find your leg draped across his shoulder as he made haste in shuffling around to position himself flat on his stomach. It was then that your thighs would become parted and he’d expose your aroused core. Already dampened with warm slick from his previous teasing, he’d run a single finger down the center of your slit..brushing the pad over the surface of your swollen bud. With the liner of your panties still entangled around his digits, he’d keep the shield pulled back as he delved in to enjoy the scent and flavor of your essence. It was divine..just as amazing as always. He didn’t say a word..merely began to muffle his brims around your puffy lips. At this point, pure actions were the only atonement for his behavior. His failure as not only a leader but a lover as well. He hadn’t attended to your needs in any capacity and now, he was going to make it right.

“Ace…”

the words barely escaping above a decibel but he’d merely remain steadfast in his motions. Slowly and delicately tending to your folds. Running his tongue throughout the center of that sweet spot. His head burrowed deep between quaking flesh. Now wasn’t the time for snarky commentary or sarcastic retorts. He was going to prove that every bit of what he said was true. Without so much as a phrase uttered between the two of you, he’d give you the indication to keep grinding yourself against his mouth. Use him to your full advantage and derive all the pleasure you could from him. Ride out your orgasms and let him take away every ounce of your stress..right now, that was his only duty. Grasping for your hands, he’d keep you in place as you rolled and bucked those hips forward, nearly coming forth from the mattress. “Are you okay, baby? Tell me how you feel right now..” but if the faint ring of arousal around his lips and the way you were shaking was any indication, he had to guess that you were feeling pretty damn good! “I—so good..” that was the only thing he wanted to hear. To hear that you were okay. That you were feeling something..that you weren’t entirely numb.

“Thank goodness..here..” he didn’t want you to reach a climax just yet. That was something he wanted the two of you to achieve together. He truly wanted you to be one..

“Look at me..look me in my eyes, right now..” almost subconsciously, your head shifted to perfectly align with his own. Faces only mere inches apart as he bridged the space with slow, soft pecks. Ones that would undoubtedly leave you yearning for more once they concluded. But he wouldn’t dare to pause..dare put a stop to this sensual moment. Your energy meshed with his, your bodies so close and skin pressed directly atop one another’s…there wasn’t a single place he’d rather be than right here. This was more than just sex..a meager compensation for his shortcomings but rather, the birth of a new dynamic. Hoping to leave behind the days of trivial arguments and childish antics..he wanted to scream it from the rooftops that he belonged to you. No more the days of being immature to one another. From here on out, he wanted honest, effective communication. To be real with you in every aspect. To learn about you so that he could be attentive and love you even when it was impossible for you to do so on your own. In your weakest moments, on your bad days and roughest storms, he could be that brave protector you always needed.

“Hold my hands, baby. I’m right here, I promise…” you were barely speaking; eyes soaked and brimming with tears because you’d waited so long to feel this. For someone to come and take your worries away..

“Please..I need it. So bad..”

he dare not deny your request as he hastily removed those sweats, discarding them onto the floor, along with the pair of panties he glided down your calf until hit your foot..your body itself was more than a pleasure vessel. More than just the anatomy itself. Your breasts, your thighs, your center..it was more than that. This was home. Where he’d always come to find solace when he needed it most. Where he’d always return..so when he’d ease himself into you, one inch following the other..breathless moans ensued right behind it. The sensation of being sucked in and never wanting to let go. This is what true love making felt like. Eventually, you’d rope each of your limbs around his frame, coiling him in a tight embrace; mirroring the feeling of your insides around his shaft. Try as he might to push through, Ace was barely making headway..you were so tense still..almost as if you didn’t trust him. He’d heard your sentiments. The ‘I love you’ returned so sweetly but part of you still had reservations. Many nights had you given him your body, willingly without thought. Not searching for a thing other than menial pleasure..and he’d accepted! Selfishly taking you for his own needs and desires but could trust him with your heart? Could you trust him to hold something so fragile and protect it with his life? Would he truly love you the way you deserved?…

“..I’m sorry..”

just then, you’d hear him uttering in a shrill whimper. The warm dampness of his tears soaking your shoulder blades. He was crying!..for the first time ever, he had let go of all borders and barriers. He removed and shed all doubt he’d felt with other women. He was vulnerable..

“I’m so sorry, (y/n)..I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you.” Still easing in and out. That member pushed through the sponge-like bundle of nerves as his words rolled off his quivering lips. Nipping at your earlobe with gentle kisses that sent chills coursing through your spine. He was so remorseful for allowing you to sit here in despair. What type of man was he? “But I’m here now…I’m here now and I promise I’ll never leave you again. You have my word, baby. I love you so much, (y/n)..”

He couldn’t change his past but he could atone right here and now..making a vow to not only you but himself. That he’d never desert you in your time of need..both entrapped in a bout of hysterics, you’d sob quietly whilst your bodies collided in a fit of bliss. The lewd movements became a mere afterthought. You were connected and ascending on a higher plane at the moment and nothing could take you down. “I..I forgive you…I love you too..please..don’t leave me.” Somewhere behind that tough exterior was that frightened girl..once too afraid after being harmed by so many, to confront this scary world was making her reappearance. She was no longer alone. She had friends, amazing coworkers and now? A man who adored her more than life itself. He’d instantly feel those constricting walls loosen at the mention of the apology and now he was swollen and pushing through. The bed would rock underneath your colliding frames and before long, those inevitable peaks drew near.

“So close, baby..just a little more.”

“Don’t stop..”

but he could hold out no longer and neither could you. The intense emotions proved to be too much and you’d succumb to those powerful feelings. The wave of climatic bliss washing over you both in only a few minutes of beginning. That sensitive core gushed with secretions and juices alike, signifying that you couldn’t hold back. And he wouldn’t make you.

“Let it out..there you go. I’m so proud of you, (y/n). That’s my girl..”

Coaching you through that orgasm before he even thought of reaching his own. You’d both release loud cries and tear filled pleas to follow. He’d hold you close and you’d cling to his skin as if you were mere seconds from crawling in. Reveling in the beautiful moment revered as afterglow. It was magical..a type of love that you wanted to experience until the end of time..

“And I’m yours. All yours..I belong to you.”

pain was a temporary sensation, meant to only last for a season. But love? It remained for a lifetime. And much like the flames of a burning fire, sparked from an ember, he’d fight through anything to ensure that what you had lasted. After the blaze was put out and the smoke cleared, no matter the circumstances or storm..he’d be right here. Forever and always!

@honeybleed 🫶🏾

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moremaybank · 1 year

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NASTY — k.m

pairing klaus mikaelson x gf!reader

summary you and klaus finally take the next step in your relationship (based on the song "nasty" by ariana grande)

warnings 18+, unprotected sex, oral sex (f. receiving), choking, hair-pulling, creampie, let me know if i missed any :)

author's note pls don't roast how corny the summary is, i didn't know what else to put 😭 i'm really proud of this one so likes/reblogs are much appreciated ♡

klaus masterlist ;; softcoremaybank's nav

You got me all up in my feels, in all kind of ways

I be tryna wait, but, lately, i just wanna keep it real (real)

No more playin’ safe, let’s take it all the way

I’m just sayin’

After spending months secretly pining for each other, you and Klaus knew your chemistry was real. More real than anything you’d ever felt. It was a once-in-a-lifetime connection that neither of you could walk away from — not that you wanted to.

That being said, when the two of you finally decided to take things to take things to the next level, you agreed to move slowly. You wanted to build up to that first shared moment of passion organically. You wanted it to be special and worth the wait. The first physical expression of your love for each other deserved to be given the utmost respect, and held to the highest of standards.

But then, tonight, Klaus had gone the whole nine yards with your date, and looked drop-dead gorgeous while doing so. He said all the right things, did all the right things, and showed you how truly well he knew you. You felt loved and cherished, special beyond compare. Klaus always treated you as if you were a rare and precious gem (he’d also argue that you actually were one), and tonight was no different.

Now on a walk around the city, taking in the city's bright lights and bustling nightlife hand in hand, Klaus looked over at you. “So, on a scale from one to ten, how’d I do tonight?”

With a knowing smile on your face, your eyes met his. “I think you did all right.”

“Oh, come on, love. We both know I did far better than just all right.”

“You just want to hear me say that you were perfect,” you replied, narrowing your eyes at him.

Klaus’s steps slowed and came to a stop, yours along with his. “Maybe I do,” he breathed, now holding both of your hands in his. You grinned, inching closer to his face. You gave him a soft kiss, long enough to answer his question from earlier but short enough for him to chase your lips when you pulled away.

“You were perfect. You are perfect. I’m so in love with you, Klaus.”

Klaus’s face lit up at your words, and a shade of crimson dusted onto his cheeks as he smiled widely. His dimple was on full display and he looked like a kid in a candy store. “i love you too,” he spoke, his hand finding your cheek and guiding your lips to his. He met you with a slow and steady kiss, his touch instantly spreading a warmth deep into your bones.

As he pulled away, the sounds of the world around you silenced. Your eyes were stuck on each other, shy smiles plastered onto your mouths.

“Klaus,” you murmured, so present in the moment that you were encouraged to take a risk.

“Hm?”

“Take me home. Make love to me.”

I just wanna make time for ya (yeah)

Swear it’s just right for ya

Like this pussy designed for ya (yeah)

Ten outta five on ya

Know I would sign on the line for ya (yeah)

Bet I look nice on ya (yeah)

Open my mind for ya (yeah)

When the two of you had reach Klaus’s bedroom in the compound, he takes his time with you. He unzips your dress, his calloused fingers brushing against your skin as he does so. He lets your dress fall to the floor before hooking one of his fingers under your bra strap. He tugs it down your shoulder, letting his lips leave wet kisses behind. His hands trace over your curves, down to your hips and over the expanse of your stomach. When his fingers tease the hem of your panties, you shiver, feeling your slick coat the inside of the silken fabric.

“You’re so beautiful, love. Turn around. Let me get a proper look at you,” Klaus rasps. He helps you turn to face him, and his eyes trail over your partially naked form. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he reaches behind your back and unclasps your bra. It falls away, leaving your bare breasts in plain sight. “So bloody perfect,” he speaks, cupping both of your breasts in his hands. His thumbs swipe over your nipples, and they perk up at his touch.

“Klaus, please. I need you,” you beg, urging him to get things moving.

“Let me take my time with you, love. I want to make you scream my name as many times as I can.”

Klaus leads you backwards, watching you lay down on the bed. He quickly discards his shirt before climbing onto the bed and towering over you. His breath fans over your clothed core when he spreads your legs and levels his face with it. He can see your arousal soaking the lace that barely covers you. His tongue darts out, licking a stripe up your lace-clad pussy and teasing you through the thin fabric. Your hips slightly grind against the tip of his tongue, yearning for more pressure. He lets his teeth graze over your clit, and you let out a quiet gasp, one so hypnotizing that Klaus wonders what you'll sound like when you fall apart under his touch.

Next, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and tugs them down your legs agonizingly slowly. He cast them over his shoulder before returning to your dripping core. He laps at your entrance once, letting your taste coat his tongue. He seems pleased when he lets out a satisfied groan. “Christ, you’re so sweet, love. I could bury my tongue inside you and stay there forever.” His lips leave wet kisses up your folds until he reaches your clit. He flicks it with his tongue and smirks instantly at the small mewl that leaves your lips. Dying to hear more, his lips circle your clit while he teases it with his tongue. He licks and flicks and sucks your bundle of nerves with precision, already pushing you closer and closer to your impending high.

“Klaus, yes. Right there,” you whine, arching your back and grinding your hips against his face when he grunts around you. It sends a jolt of vibrations through your body, and you revel in the fact that you and Klaus can now have each other in the way you’ve been longing for all this time.

Interrupting your thoughts, you feel Klaus’s finger probe your seeping entrance, and he looks up at you as he draws his mouth away from your core. He fucks you with his thick digit, being sure to curl it inside of you with each thrust. “Close already, love?”

You nod furiously, “So close. Don’t stop, please.”

“That’s it, my love. Beg me to make you cum,” he rasps, bringing his lips back to your clit. He sucks it into his mouth, pulling on it with his pressure. His tongue swirls and strokes against your sensitive bud in a savorous manner, and if that wasn’t enough, he slips another finger into you. Klaus smirks against you when he hears your gasp.

“Klaus. Oh, shit, please. I’m so close,” you whine. Your hand threads through his curls, tugging on them as you writhe around on the now dishevelled sheets. “Yes, yes. Oh my god, yes.”

You feel the coil in your belly snap, immediately falling over the edge at Klaus’s mercy. Your cum coats his plump lips, and when he licks you up, his face glistens with your release. You tug on him, signalling that you want him closer. He leans in and grants you a deep kiss. You taste yourself on his lips, and it makes you weak in the knees.

“You taste good,” Klaus says.

“Oh, yeah? What do I taste like?” You question.

“Mine.”

Don’t wanna wait on it

Tonight, I wanna get nasty (yeah, yeah)

What you waitin’ for? (What you waitin’ for?)

What you waitin’ for?

Don’t wanna wait on it

Tonight, I wanna get nasty (yeah, yeah)

What you waitin’ for? (What you waitin’ for?)

What you waitin’ for?

Don’t wanna wait on it

Tonight, I wanna get nasty (nasty)

“Klaus, please,” you say, urging him to get things moving. “You don’t have to be so gentle. You don’t have to take your time.”

Klaus’s brow arches, “Is that so?”

“I don’t want you to hold back. I can take it. Just— I need you inside of me.”

Klaus doesn’t need to be told twice. He strips his pants and briefs off, quickly casting them aside and climbing onto the bed to join you. With his body between your legs, his hand slithers its way up your thigh, purposely ghosting over your cunt and continuing its path up your stomach, then the valley between your breasts, before finally coming to a stop when his fingers curl around your neck. He gives it a squeeze, the lust completely blowing out his baby blue irises and letting the darkness take over. “You want it rough?” He asks, pushing your head further into the pillow. “Have it your way, love.”

Klaus’s free hand takes the opportunity to bend your right leg, pressing down forcefully on the back of your thigh and exposing your pussy to him. He spits down onto your cunt, and his hand leaves your neck to slide his cock through your folds and lube it up. Then, without warning, his thick length slams into your cunt as his hand grips your throat again. He buries himself to the hilt immediately, and you let out a loud gasp at how full you felt within a single second. He drags his cock out slowly before rutting himself into you harshly again, eliciting a cry from your lips.

“So bloody tight,” he grits through his teeth as he starts to snap his hips against yours. The feeling of your sopping wet walls gripping him like a vice pushes Klaus to lose his control little by little with each thrust. He had always thought you intoxicating, but at this moment, finally being inside you and getting to learn your body as well as he knows your mind drives him up the wall. Something that adds to that fact is that he now has a whole other way to show you convey how much passion he feels for you.

“Oh, Klaus. Shit, you’re so big,” you moan, gasping for air as his cock fills you up to the brim. It rams into you so deep that you swear you already see stars. There isn’t a single square inch of your walls that goes untouched by him, and you wish you could keep him right where he is forever. Stuffing you full and taking up all of your senses.

You’re already beginning to feel the coil in your belly forming as Klaus fucks you, your walls clutching his cock and squeezing him as if it’s milking him for all he’s worth.

“Baby, I-I’m close,” you stutter his hips rock mercilessly into yours.

“Not yet. You don’t cum until I say so. All of it belongs to me,” he grunts, pulling out of you and flipping you onto your stomach. His calloused palm presses down on your spine, arching your back as far as possible before slamming himself inside you again. Klaus’s hands find your hips and tug you backward to meet his thrusts so forcefully that they elicit weak and whiny strings of profanities and moans from your lips each time.

“Oh my— Fuck,” you cry, burying your face into the pillow and biting the thick material.

Klaus’s hand threads through your hair, pulling your head up and out from the pillow, while the other one lands a harsh smack against your ass. “Do not hide from me. I want you screaming.”

Your cunt clamps down on his cock again, threatening to prevent his escape, but this time, Klaus is willing to let you bask in the glow of your high.

“Go ahead, sweetheart. Soak me. Show me what a good girl you are, how pathetic you are for my cock,” he speaks. He starts to fuck into you harder and deeper still, his cock rubbing against your sweet spot and sending tingles throughout your body. Your skin is buzzing and is covered with a dewy sheen as you finally fall over the edge with a loud cry.

promise i’ma give it to you like you never had it

i do it so good, it’s gon’ be hard to break the habit

you’re like a whole constellation (yeah)

swimming like you on vacation (yeah)

promise i’m still gonna love you when you wake up in the a.m.

You’ve barely started to come down when Klaus’s hand wraps your hair around his hand, giving him the leverage to pull your back up against his front. That same hand snakes around your throat to hold you in place when he speaks.

“You didn’t think I was finished, did you?” He asks, mock-filled concern evident in his voice. His other arm wraps around your waist, holds you tightly, and he gives you a sharp thrust. He smirks when he hears you gasp and fucks up into you once more. “We won’t be done until the morning, darling. And even then, I’m not sure I’ll be able to let go of you.”

Your hands brace themselves on top of his, your nails digging into his skin when Klaus starts to move faster. Each bounce against his cock causes your ass to clap against his front, and your skin is already so raw from his previous actions that the contact adds some pain to your profuse pleasure.

The squelches from your past releases fill your ears and spur you on as you think about how Klaus already had you at his mercy twice without taking anything for himself. He's prioritizing you and taking pride in making his girl feel good.

“K-Klaus,” you mewl, feeling your legs tremble when the hand around your waist moves to your clit and begins to toy with it. “Oh my god.”

Klaus’s mouth nears your ear again, flicking your earlobe with his tongue before taking it between his teeth. “God, I love how you sound when my cock is inside you. How deep am I, sweetheart?”

“S-so, so deep,” you speak, the struggle evident in your tone.

Klaus slaps your clit rather harshly and speeds up his thrusts, causing a shriek to leave your lips. “No stuttering, love. Let’s try that again. How deep am I?”

You inhale shakily as you try your best to collect your bearings. “So deep."

“Yeah? Are you going to cum for me again? Let me see how gorgeous you look up close?”

“Yes. Yes,” you whine, feeling the tide approaching you. It crashes over you even stronger than the last one, the overstimulation doing wonders when it comes to leaving you breathless. You feel him everywhere like he’s taken over all your senses, and it's as if he’s the only one that exists in your world.

And he is.

boy, you know the vibes, i don’t waste no time

take what’s on your mind, make it real life

get all the homies to bounce

switch from the bed to the couch

and get to know what i’m feelin’ inside

so much conversation, words so sweet

been so well-behaved, but, boy, i’m weak

yeah, my body’s gotta say something to you

that’s one way to tell i speak the truth

You sag against Klaus’s front as you try to regain the remnants of your sanity from your last orgasm. “Klaus,” you breathe, your hand curling behind you and caressing the back of his neck. “Come here.”

“Still inside you, love,” he speaks.

“I know, but I wanna make you cum. Sit over there, lean against the headboard.”

Klaus obliges, granting you a saccharine kiss on the cheek before slowly pulling out of you. He takes a seat, resting his back against the headboard of his bed. His cock is still standing tall and proud, not having allowed himself to release just yet. You crawl toward him, your legs still shaky as you do so, and straddle his lap. Your hand circles his cock, stroking him gently and watching him let out a satisfied breath. You guide it toward your entrance, probing the tip before sinking onto him.

“Your tightness should be a sin, sweetheart,” he rasps.

You give him a wink, your hands smoothing up his arms and resting firmly on his shoulders. You begin to roll your hips, the angle instantly allowing his cock to stroke against your g-spot. You first take things nice and slow, allowing yourself to control each of Klaus’s reactions. His gasps, low and raspy groans, the way he screws his eyes shut as he tries to keep his composure when his teeth sink into his plump bottom lip. He was beautiful, so achingly stunning that it twisted you up inside in the best way possible.

Because he was yours.

You decide to change your position slightly, lifting onto your feet and gaining the leverage to start bouncing on his cock. Klaus’s hands find your waist as you fuck him, and he tugs you closer so he can bring one of your nipples into his mouth. His teeth scrape over it, and you arch your back in response, yearning for more.

“Stuff me with your cum, Klaus. I won’t waste a single drop. Want it all,” you moan, goading him on. You know your words have the desired effect when he twitches inside of you. “Please.”

One of your hands drops from his shoulder and runs up his chest, resting around his throat as you hold his gaze on yours. The other reaches behind you and starts to massage his balls as you bounce on him harder. “Look at me, baby. Wanna watch you fall apart, see how sexy you look when you fill me up.”

Klaus’s breath hitches, and you can see him slowly letting go of his restraint until he finally snaps. He groans deeply, followed by a few curse words as his seed releases into you. You continue your movements while you let him ride out his high, cradling his face in your hands and peppering kisses all over his face.

When Klaus comes down, he’s quick to give you a smug grin, and you immediately know he’s up to something.

“That smirk of yours should be illegal,” you smile, shaking your head at him. “Do I even want to know what’s going on in that forever-scheming mind of yours?”

His hand cups your cheek, his rough thumb stroking your smooth skin as he looks at you like you hung the stars. “I’m just so lucky you’re mine.”

updated klaus tag list (join here!): @oncasette @moon-in-nostalgia @hopesdadswife @klaustopia @maybankslover @her-violent-delights @bmo-bri @milly-louise @aliyahsomerhalder @twelfthmortalofcrimsonpalace @adoreyouusugar @klausluvr

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sissylittlefeather · 1 month

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Your Love's Been a Long Time Coming: Chapter 1

A/N: Ahhhhh a new series!!! This is the one that won the poll, so I hope y'all love it! Also, I decided to play with POV on this one, so I'm telling it from Elvis's perspective. Please let me know your thoughts in the comments!!

ICYMI, this is the Elvis x OC Vivian Choquette series. Want to learn more about her? Here.

PS- I love you @ccab for loving Vivian as much as I do before I even write the story!

Warnings: Not much, this is gonna start slow, but trust me, it'll heat up. Kissing, cussing, alcohol use, smoking

Word count: ~2.4k

By September of '59, Elvis was used to the army. He was used to the routine, used to the work, used to the people, used to the fans, and used to looking for a good time wherever he could find it. On this particular night, he found it at a party at his own house in Bad Nauheim. All his friends were there, along with a plethora of girls to keep everyone interested. Elvis moved through the party easily, making small talk and keeping everyone stocked on drinks, despite the fact that he didn't have any himself. Sometimes he imbibed, but usually he didn't. Although his beloved mama was gone, what he learned from her still lived in the forefront of his memory. That is, unless he found himself at the Moulin Rouge. But that was different. Here at his own house, he preferred to remain in control.

Despite having a girlfriend back at home, he moves through the house looking for a girl to talk to. That's when he notices her in a corner, her dark hair swept into a low ponytail and blue eyes glancing lazily around the room. She almost seems bored. So much so that she turns to the bookshelf that came with the house and pulls a book down. She opens it and begins to read. Elvis is intrigued by the kind of woman who reads at a party. He begins to walk over to her and realizes that the book is in French. He panics for a second and then remembers that the guys taught him a phrase in French. Surely he can figure out how to communicate with her. Besides, most of these French girls speak a little English.

He swaggers up to her, ready to try out his French. He stands there in front of her for a minute before she looks up at him.

"Bonjour."

"Mhmm." She looks down at her book, but he doesn't leave. He's suddenly nervous, but he decides to risk it. She's pretty enough that it might be worth it.

"Uhh, est-ce que tu aimes le sexe?"

She looks up at him suddenly and laughs.

"What? Did I pronounce it wrong?" She laughs even harder. When she finally catches her breath, she holds up a hand.

"First of all, I speak English. Second of all, please don't ever say that to anyone ever again."

"Oh. Why?"

"You just asked me if I like sex."

"What?! Those motherfu- I mean, those jerks. They told me it meant 'how are you'."

"And you believed them? It literally has the word 'sex' in it."

"Well, I don't know! I don't speak French!"

"Obviously." She looks back down at her book. He's not ready to give up, though.

"Hey, if you speak English, why are you reading in French?"

"My mother was French. I speak and read it because of her." She answers without looking up from the page.

"Was?"

"She's been gone for a while now. I live with my stepdad. He's an officer in the army." He feels the pain of having lost his mother too soon and looks at her with even more softness and affection than he did before.

"I'm Elvis." She looks up at him.

"I know." He nods and she notices the look he's giving her. "You know, I'm actually here with someone."

"Oh?"

"Mhmm." She points across the party to Charlie, who's making his way to her with drinks.

"Charlie?!"

"Yes."

"Well, goddamn." Charlie makes it over to them and hands her one of the drinks. He throws his arm around her casually and looks up at Elvis.

"Hey buddy. I see you met my lady."

"Well, not officially..." She holds her hand out to him.

"Vivian Choquette. Nice to meet you, Elvis Presley." He takes her hand and has the strangest urge to kiss it, but he'd never do such a thing with Charlie right there. He's been a good friend to Elvis, so no matter how much he likes her, he won't risk their friendship. Instead, he shakes her hand like he would if she was a man.

"Yeah, likewise." Elvis nods awkwardly and then turns to go back to the party. It's too bad that she's there with Charlie. He wanders around a little more, before he sees a girl that will change the trajectory of his whole life. Still, he never forgets the girl he met first.

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The next day, Elvis sits at lunch with Charlie.

"So what did you think of my girl?" Elvis chokes a little on his food and tries to think of how he can answer without letting on that he hasn't stopped thinking about her.

"Oh, she's... she's somethin' else."

"Ain't she? I saw you talking to that cute little thing though. She seemed like somethin' else too."

"Priscilla? Oh, yeah."

"Little young, though."

"Yeah..." Elvis tries to focus on Priscilla, but all he can think about is Vivian. If she wasn't with Charlie, she'd be exactly what he's looking for. He's not sure how he knows that based on the half of a conversation they had, but something about her just draws him to her. Maybe it's the fact that she seems deeper than most of the girls he's encountered. Maybe it's because she didn't fall all over herself to talk to him. Maybe it's because she understands the pain of losing a parent. Whatever the reason, he can't stop wishing that she hadn't met Charlie first.

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About three weeks later, Elvis is walking around town and he passes a cafe. He doesn't think much of it until he sees someone he recognizes sitting at one of the little tables. His heart jumps a bit at the thought of talking to her again. Then, he remembers Charlie with his arm around her. He decides to keep walking, but as he gets a little closer, he notices her shoulders are shaking. She's got her long, dark hair in her face, so he can't see her eyes, but it looks like she might be crying. He can't let her sit there alone if that's the case.

He cautiously approaches the table and realizes he was right. Her sniffling is quiet, but he can hear it. She's got a lit cigarette in one hand, and it looks like she's forgotten it's there. Her other hand fiddles with her coffee cup on its saucer. When he gets to her, he's not exactly sure what to do. He didn't have much of a plan beyond walking to the table. After hesitating for a second, he pulls the chair across from her out to sit in, but it makes a horrible screeching sound and she looks up startled.

"What the f-"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry. It's just me."

"God, Elvis, you scared me."

"I'm sorry, honey, can I sit down?" She wipes her face and nods.

"Yeah, sure, I guess so." He sits down across from her and watches as she puts out her cigarette and continues trying to wipe her face clean.

"Are you... are you alright?"

"Ha! Yeah, I'm just fine." She pulls out another cigarette and lights it. They sit in silence for a bit while Elvis tries to think of what to say.

"You sure?" Vivian takes a puff of her cigarette and blows it straight up into the air.

"Do I look alright?" Elvis hesitates. He wants to say that she looks beautiful, but it doesn't feel appropriate.

"You seem upset."

"You're very observant." She responds spitefully. He looks down at his hands in his lap. "I'm sorry; that was rude. You're not the one that cheated on me and abandoned me."

"No... Charlie?" She takes a drag and holds her breath, nodding. Finally, she has to exhale, so she does and then starts to cry again. It's killing Elvis to sit there and watch her cry without doing something about it. He stands up and offers her his hand. "Come on."

"What? Where are we going?"

"My house is only a block from here. You can cry in private." She looks up at him and he can tell she's thinking about saying no. "I won't hurt you. Come on."

She puts her cigarette out and grabs her purse, taking the hand he offered her. They walk in silence to his house, but they continue to hold hands. When he finally gets her settled on the sofa, he sits next to her and leans back, spreading his legs wide. He's trying to indicate that she can relax and sit comfortably too. To his utter shock, she slips her shoes off and tucks her feet up under herself, also getting comfortable.

"So, he cheated on you?"

"Well, I guess that's not exactly fair."

"What do you mean?"

"I was the one he cheated with. Turns out he's been writing letters to another girl for a while."

"Ohhhh... and you found out about it." He thinks about the girl he writes letters to at home. What would she think of him here on the couch with this girl.

"Yes. I didn't want to be the other woman. Besides I thought he... well... it's stupid."

"What did you think?"

"I thought he wanted to marry me." Elvis's eyebrows shoot straight up before he can stop them. He never thought of Charlie as the marrying kind. Then again, he can understand not wanting to let Vivian go. "See, even you think I'm stupid."

"No, I don't. I think you just had hope. There's nothing wrong with that."

"There is if you're me." He sits up and looks into her eyes. The sadness rolling off of her is about to kill him.

"Why do you say that?" She looks up trying to keep herself from crying, but it doesn't work and fat teardrops slide down her cheeks.

"Everybody leaves me. My father left me. Then my mother left me. The first boy I loved. And now Charlie. Why does everyone leave? What's wrong with me?"

He scoots close to her and pulls her into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder. She doesn't object. Instead she lets herself be comforted as she continues to cry. He strokes her hair and kisses the top of her head. The pain of loss is something he's all too familiar with. He takes her face in the palm of his hand and looks into her eyes.

"Viv, this is not your fault. There's nothing wrong with you. I know what it's like to lose people too soon and it hurts. But it's not because of you."

"Why does it feel like no one wants me?" This smashes his heart into a thousand pieces. He wants her so badly it hurts.

"That can't possibly be true." Just tell her. Say it. Say 'I want you.' He wills himself to tell her the truth, but he just can't.

"You're sweet, Elvis." He smiles awkwardly and tries to ignore the fact that she pats his thigh. She leans her head on his shoulder again and snuggles into the side of his body. He knows she's just seeking comfort, so he tries to stay focused on being that. But he is a young man and she is a girl with her hand on his thigh and his imagination is running wild with what would happen if he carried her to his bedroom. He swallows deeply and begs his body not to respond physically to what's in his mind.

Still, there's an electric charge in the air that she has to notice too. Almost at the same time, they pull back and look into each other's eyes. He puts his knuckle under her chin and looks down at her lips. When she closes her eyes, he knows he has the green light, so he leans in and softly presses his lips to hers. Something bubbles up inside him and his hands begin to tremble. He backs up slightly and hovers just above her lips. They both smile and he dives back in for a deeper kiss, dipping his tongue into her mouth to slide against hers. She nibbles on his bottom lip a little and he groans. His hands rest on her hips in an attempt to get them to stop shaking and he eventually lifts her into his lap to straddle him. The intensity of their kissing increases as his hands roam over her body.

Suddenly, she pulls back breathlessly.

"Wait. Elvis, do you have a girlfriend back home?" His mouth pops open. He's not sure how to answer. Yes, he has Anita at home, but for the right girl, for her, he'd end that in a heartbeat. "Answer the question."

"Well... I-I-I..."

"That's all I need to hear." She peels herself off of him and stands up, smoothing her hair.

"No, honey, wait-"

"No. You're basically doing the same thing that Charlie just did. All you G.I.s are the same."

"Hon, please-"

"My name is Vivian!"

"Viv, just, don't leave..." she tries to put her heels back on and stumbles to get the second one on. He uses both hands to steady her as she does.

"Elvis, no. Good luck with Priscilla."

"Wait-?"

"You know she's 14."

"She's 14?!"

"So, you know, have fun with that." Vivian stomps towards the door with him close on her heels. He doesn't know how to make her understand that she's all he wants. Priscilla, Anita, none of them compare to her. But he doesn't know how to say that, so instead he watches as she walks out his front door, catches a cab, and disappears from his life.

******

Or so he thinks. In 1961, Elvis is home from the army and back to his film career. In March, he leaves the continental US to get ready to film Blue Hawaii. He arrives and goes to a cast meeting on set where the director is excited to introduce his costar. His first view of her is from behind and his heart skips. Surely it can't be?

"This is Vivian Choquette. She'll be playing your girlfriend, Maile Duval." She turns to face him and smiles awkwardly. Elvis tries to hide his excitement, hoping his trembling hands won't give him away.

"Hello again..."

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Until chapter 2. Thoughts so far?

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actual-changeling · 2 months

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i thought too much about Crowley's fall and ended up with 800 words of... something. enjoy (hopefully)

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Crowley—still Crawly then—wondered for a while whether there was anything noble in falling. It had certainly felt like it for a while, when falling meant spreading your wings and warming steel within your fists, when falling was not falling but rising from the depths She had bound them to.

With his own creations at his fingertips, he understood the urge to protect what seemed so much more fragile than himself, thinking himself to be Her in all the ways that mattered—thinking that She, too, would protect what was Hers and nothing but a candle flame next to Her radiance.

After the fall, after broken wings and bleeding hearts, and even with his memories buried in a fog of pitch-black pain, he knows that he never regretted a single question. She made him, but he was remaking himself.

When he met a familiar face on the walls of Eden, he soon understood that there was the same familiar warmth in an entirely different kind of fall.

After falling for love—for his stars—he fell into love with open eyes and no fear of hitting the ground. Nothing could ever compare to the agony of grace burning its way out of his soul, and despite still healing scars, he was hoping to never land at all.

Crowley fell for six thousand years, falling so Aziraphale did not have to, falling because he saw something worth protecting, falling because he could protect him.

Falling because no one protected him, and now pain does not matter anymore. Falling because if there is one thing worse than regretting the jump, it is realising half-way down that the person you jumped for never meant to catch you at all.

God had loved him, once upon a time, with kindness in Her eyes yet not in Her words, not in Her hands. When he fell out of Her favour, he was swallowed up by the dark and spit out at the feet of the earth, forever bound to shadows.

Aziraphale loves him, and that has never been the question Crowley was too scared to ask—it is the 'how' that terrified him, or rather the fact that the answer to it has always been buried deep below his ribs. He wasn't scared to ask; he was scared to look down and see him stepping away with his hands behind his back.

Aziraphale loves him like God loves him:

Not like a fragile creation to protect, but a creature with the purpose of serving as the oxygen to his flame, so he can keep shining while Crowley watches his hands blacken with ash and soot. In all their time, Aziraphale never dared to reach out, to touch, apparently too afraid of tainting himself; still guiltessly hoping that She, who averted Her gaze long ago, would one day meet his eyes again.

Crowley saw the truth of Her light and fell for his stars. He fell for an angel no longer his, he fell, so Aziraphale did not have to. They are both standing on the same precipice, one having already clawed his way back up, the other closing his eyes and refusing to hear Her voice commanding them to jump.

Risk the fall, gain freedom or balance on the edge, and convince yourself that you will never sway too far to the wrong side. Convince yourself that She would ever allow you to step back from the cliff instead of pushing you off it. Convince yourself that you are too light and burning too brightly for gravity to ever get a hold of you. Convince yourself that those are the screams of the depraved and not the righteous—you with a different face, you with darker wings, you in all but name in soul, you you you—meeting a fate meant for all of Her children.

This has to be love, Crowley decides halfway down; it has to be. After all, he will still be there once I have climbed back up.

After all, he never told me to jump.

After all, he never pushed me off the edge—he simply stepped back and said you first without ever intending to follow.

In love, there is devotion, and what is devotion but carving the best parts of yourself out of your soul and offering them—raw and bleeding—to someone who would rather watch you destroy everything you could have been than ever hand anything back to you?

(Someone who watched you jump and judged you for it.)

There is barely anything left of him now, but there is something left. Something bright and fragile, a being robbed of innocence so long ago. The only thing worth falling for, no matter what name he gives himself.

Crowley breathed life into the emptiness of the universe, and now it owes him; if no one is willing to fall with him, he will pull them down and reclaim what is his until his feet are touching the ground again.

Until he stops looking up and looks forward instead, no longer waiting for anyone to follow while he finally walks away from heaven's edge.

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justabigassnerd · 1 year

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Bad Decisions

Pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x daughter!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Word count - 2,325

Warnings - alcohol, drugs, feeling uncomfortable, slight bullying

Summary - when a gathering with friends goes wrong, you call one of the most trusted people in your life to help you get out

A/N - whoa not only did I finish and submit my dissertation today. I uploaded a whole ass instalment of the Hangman junior universe?? I thought this would be a nice 'I've returned' gift for y'all! this was a lovely idea sent in by @weloveds and of course, I had to write it! I won't ramble anymore but as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

Being in high school meant that sometimes you made bad choices. You had prided yourself on being someone who didn’t make those kind of choices. Your dad had raised you to know your own worth and to not make friends with people who treated you badly.

Yet somehow you found yourself surrounded by the exact people your dad warned you about.

Living near a Navy base meant there were a lot of transfer students going in and out of your school, the kids following wherever the Navy sends their parents. Some people who came were nice and you got on well with them, and others would people you steered clear of. When your friend Mary moved away because her mum got posted elsewhere you started to stick to yourself. You were outgoing enough to make friends, you just lost interest in doing so when Mary moved away. You figured that if people were going to be coming and going you didn’t want to run the risk of being attached to them. Your dad and Bradley had noticed that you had become more withdrawn and didn’t spend Friday evenings with your friends, finding yourself hanging out with the Daggers more and more, which nobody minded, they were just concerned. Bradley and Jake had double and triple-checked with you that no one was bullying you and once they had the confirmation you were just scared to make friends and then lose them, they encouraged you to try and let someone in. They told you that you didn’t need to be best friends with them, they just wanted you to have someone to lean on when you were at school.

You eventually got invited to join a group that had recently formed after a new load of Navy kids moved in. At first, they were kind and welcoming, letting you join in on their plans and never once making you feel unwanted.

But then they started to show their true colours.

Over time you noticed that they’d whisper a lot amongst themselves and when you asked what was going on they’d brush it off, saying it was an inside thing you wouldn’t understand. They also had a tendency to skip class and be disruptive when you were trying to work. You figured that’s how they were, but you didn’t know what they also did with their evenings. One day they decided to talk to you over lunch.

“Hey, y/n. Do you want to hang out in the park with us tonight? It’s Friday night so most of us have late curfews or none at all. I’m sure you’re in the same boat.” Lucy says, stabbing her fork into her meal as she glances over at you.

“I mean usually I hang out with my dad and Bradley, sometimes the other Daggers too.” You argue weakly, wanting to spend more time with your friends but also not wanting to bail on your dad.

“Oh come on. Friday nights as a group are so fun and you’ve never been there! I’m sure your dad won’t miss you for one night.” Jared scoffs as he takes a swig from his water. He wasn’t wrong. You had missed out on the Friday night meet-ups because of wanting to spend time with your dad and Bradley.

“Okay, I’ll come.” You say with a small smile as the group celebrates happily. You texted your dad just before your next class started and told him that you’d probably be out when he got home from work. He was quick to respond, telling you to stay safe and to contact him or Bradley if you needed anything.

You went home after planning a time and place to meet up with your friends and unsurprisingly the house was empty, giving you the freedom to blast your music as you showered and changed and once you were ready, you went to the park and quickly located your friends who waved you over.

“Hey, y/n! We gotta head to the corner store real quick to grab some snacks. Come on.” Jared says, leading you and the rest of the group to the small corner shop and while you went to look for snacks, the others went to the aisles containing alcohol.

“Hey y/n, distract the owner while we snag some of these will you?” Henry says, inspecting the alcohol in front of him.

“What? No. We’re not stealing.” You hiss lowly, not wanting to get everyone caught by your shocked words.

“Oh don’t be a wuss. Just buy some snacks, talk to him, and buy us time to sneak out.” Lucy whispers harshly as she picks up a six-pack of beers.

“No! If my dad found out about this, he’d-”

“Jeez, do you do everything daddy tells you to do?” Jared scoffs.

“Why’d we invite the daddy’s girl?” Henry says as he rolls his eyes. Narrowing your eyes you leave to stand outside the shop, refusing to get involved in their shoplifting endeavours. But you didn’t want to leave just yet, despite their comments you figured they could redeem themselves somehow. It took them about five minutes to emerge from the shop, bottles shoved in jackets as they tried to discreetly leave without being noticed.

“Thanks for nothing Seresin.” They hiss as they walk past you, but no one tried to stop you when you followed along behind them. When they found a secluded place in the park and got out the alcohol you started to get more uncomfortable than you already were. It got worse when other people showed up. People older than you and your group and it increased more than you already thought possible when they started pulling out bags of weed and began rolling blunts. With your uncomfortableness reaching an all-time high, you quietly slipped away while everyone was busy smoking and drinking and once you were far enough away, you pulled your phone out of your pocket. Your thumb hovered over your dad's contact for a minute as you quietly debated whether it was worth him knowing about what just happened before you moved to click on Bradley’s contact, lifting your phone up to your ear as the phone began to ring.

“y/n? Is everything okay?” Just hearing Bradley’s voice helped calm you but only slightly as you took a shuddering breath.

“Can you come and get me?” You manage to say, leaning up against a tree as a cool evening breeze makes its way past.

“Are you hurt? Should I tell Jake?” Bradley immediately asks, leaping up from where he was sitting on the sofa and rushing to grab his keys and put his shoes on.

“No. Don’t tell dad. I don’t want to ruin his night with Uncle Javy. I just want you to pick me up.” You say hurriedly, eyes darting around like anyone from the group could appear at any second.

“Okay, I won’t tell your dad. Tell me where you are, sweetheart and I’ll come and get you.” Bradley says, keeping his voice steady and calm as he could hear the obvious panic and stress in your voice. You relay your location to Bradley, and he promises to get to you as quickly as he can before getting into the Bronco and driving to where you were. He stays on the phone with you the entire time to make sure you were calm, telling you to keep talking to him and to tell him when you can see the Bronco so he can find you.

“I can see the Bronco.” You say when you catch sight of the familiar blue vehicle.

“Good, I can see you too. I’m going to hang up now, okay? I’ll pull up once I’ve hung up.” Bradley says softly, hanging up once you’ve acknowledged him and then pulling up alongside where you were. He barely turned the engine off and pulled the keys out of the ignition before he was leaping out of the car, immediately holding you by the shoulders and checking you over for any injuries.

“Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?” He asks, his eyes swimming with concern as he searches you over. Instead of responding, you wrap your arms around Bradley’s middle and hug him tight, taking him aback by the force of the hug but once he recovered, he was quick to reciprocate the hug.

“Woah, what’s up kid?” Bradley questioned worriedly as you continue to cling to him.

“Can we just go home?” You ask, your voice muffled as you spoke, but Bradley heard you nonetheless.

“Okay, let’s get in the car.” Bradley says softly, guiding you to the passenger side of the car and opening the door for you, waiting for you to get settled in your seat before closing the door and rounding the car to get behind the wheel. He begins the drive back to the house in silence, with only the radio playing quietly in the background.

“I think I made a bad decision today.” Your small voice makes Bradley raise an eyebrow as he briefly glances over at you.

“Why do you think that?” He questions, focusing back on the road as you stare out the window.

“I made some new friends at school not too long ago and at first, they seemed nice. I hadn’t made any friends since Mary left so it was nice to have people to talk to at school. But then they invited me out with them for the first time tonight and they weren’t at all what I thought they were like. They wanted me to help them shoplift some alcohol and then they invited other people from outside the group and they brought weed and I got really uncomfortable and that’s when I left and called you.” You ramble, your focus on the world passing you by in the window.

“Well did you help them shoplift? Did you smoke or drink?” Bradley asks, glancing at you briefly once more as you shake your head.

“No, of course not.” You say, glancing over at Bradley who nods at your words.

“Then I don’t think you made a bad decision today. You just wanted to have an evening hanging out with your friends. They’re the ones making bad decisions. You did the right thing by calling me. I’m proud of you for not feeling obligated to stay just because they were your friends. You’re better off without them anyway.” Bradley says, and you remain silent, processing what he said.

“I made a lot of bad decisions when I was younger. When it became obvious to me that my mum wasn’t getting better, I started doing dumb things to forget about everything that was going on at home. The things I thought would help, didn’t and after a chat with Mav I realised that what I was doing was wrong and that I needed to spend time with my mum. You didn’t make a bad decision today. Even if you did, it would be a learning moment for you. Not every bad decision is the end of the world. You’ll be okay, kid.” Bradley says as he turns the Bronco onto the road your house is on and soon pulls the Bronco into the driveway of your house. Jake’s truck was still absent, a clear indicator he was still at Coyote’s. As Bradley turns the engine off you turn to face him.

“Bradley. Could we keep this between us? Dad already worries about me enough and I’d rather he not know about everything that just went on between me and the group.” You ask timidly, fiddling with the hem of your shirt as you avert eye contact. Bradley remains quiet for a moment before exhaling softly and nodding.

“Okay, y/n/n, I won’t tell Jake.” He says, watching as you lift your gaze to meet his as you smile lightly.

“Thanks, Bradley.” You say, turning to climb out of the car with Bradley mirroring your actions. When you get in the house and head to the stairs after taking your shoes off, Bradley calls you back to where he was standing in the hall, and you approach him.

“I just want to promise you something before you disappear off upstairs. I just want you to know that so long as you feel that you can come to me whenever you need help, I won’t get mad or tell Jake if you don’t want me to. However, if I think you’re hiding something and you don’t tell us anything, I will voice any concerns to Jake but only because I care about you.” Bradley says gently, watching you carefully as you nod, taking in every word he says. When he finishes speaking, you give Bradley another hug, with him reciprocating quickly.

“Thank you, Bradley. I love you.” You whisper, squeezing him tighter as you speak, smiling when you hear a breathy chuckle escape his lips.

“I love you too, y/n. Now, how about you go and chill in your room? You’ve had a long evening so it’s probably best you get some rest.” Bradley says after pressing a kiss to the top of your head and releasing you from the hug. Once you’ve been released from the hug you grin up at Bradley before turning and heading upstairs to relax in your room. Once you had left Bradley’s line of sight, he headed into the living room and flopped across the length of the sofa and switched the tv on. He crossed his arms behind his head to act as a makeshift pillow as he mindlessly watched whatever came on the tv. His focus was hardly on the tv, all he could think about was how you trusted him to come and pick you up from the situation you had found yourself in. And he vowed to himself that he’d always be there when you needed him. You’d always be protected with him and Jake around.

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polyamorouspunk · 9 months

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Anyone who’s followed me for a while on here knows that I’m the king of not knowing when to keep my mouth shut, so I’m going to try and embrace and talk about something.

So I stepped up my anarchy game last night by, uh, removing a homophobic message, we’ll call it, and I want to use this experience and well as others to talk about some things.

Any anarchy you engage in is going to be terrifying the first time you do it. You will be petrified. You will be paranoid. You will think that the cops are going to come banging down your door or car window even if you didn’t do anything illegal. I’m sure if you’re a black American you already feel this way on a much lower and more frequent level just living day-to-day, but if you’re white and you’re trying out anarchy for the first time you’re going to be terrified because we have ALL been conditioned to think that “when anarchy happens the cops are immediately called”. That’s not true. It can be a bit of a mind-bend to convince yourself that you’re not going to be noticed or found out. There are many posts with tips and tricks to make sure this doesn’t happen, but that’s not what this is. Along that line, people who engage in anarchy are not these fearless people. They are average people like you and me. It’s easy to see people and go wow they’re so brave but there’s a good chance they’re scared shitless. They’re brave because they can override that fear but harness it when needed to complete the anarchistic goals.

If you are in trouble, cut and run, even if you aren’t done. It can be very easy to think “I’m so close! I just need a bit more time!”. Don’t. Don’t take that chance. Leave it. I didn’t finish removing all of the message I found last night, but I started noticing 2 cars circling the streets looking for me, so I wasn’t risking staying there to finish it. Because I decided not to stay and finish what I started I made it home safe. If I had, I could have been caught. In that moment I made a snap decision that said “it’s time to go now” and that was the right decision to make and I stand by it.

Even if you’re work goes unfinished or gets replaced in the line of “anarchies that send a message” it doesn’t mean it wasn’t all for nothing. You sent a message. The homophobic message I removed was replaced right after I took it down. Not sure if it even lasted the night honestly. Meaning no one saw my work except the people who spotted me when I wasn’t quick enough to hide and the people who replaced it, and if it did last the night then maybe the errant person here and there. But what I’m telling myself is that person or persons who put that message up now know someone doesn’t agree with it. Someone willing to stand up to them. To disrupt the status quo. They can no longer think that everyone is going to go along with them putting that message up, because I don’t, and I made that clear by removing it, even if it was only for the briefest of moments.

Don’t push yourself too hard if you have limitations. I pushed myself too hard last night to do this and my body is suffering both last night and all today, and probably at least all tomorrow as well. It was a good effort and I’m glad I did it even though I was freaking out, but as I alluded to in my posts last night, I did trip and fall and sustained some injuries, and also I just pushed my body too much to get the whole thing done. Was it worth it? I’m telling myself it was, because it has to be, because if I tell myself that it wasn’t then what do I have? At least I’m practicing what I preach, and that’s important to me.

Going back to #1 and #3, bigger anarchies are scary, but even if they don’t really work out like you planned, it helps to desensitize you to these kinds of extracurricular activities. The first few times I did my routinely anarchy, I was petrified. Now I hardly even blink (but I’m still careful). Become comfortable but not lax. Become relaxed but not lazy.

Don’t post about your activities directly online. I wouldn’t even recommend making a post like this but like I said I suck at keeping my mouth shut and I’m hopefully being vague enough if anything does come knocking. Take care to clean up after yourself.

#punk culture #okay to reblog

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Starlit Rules

Dating Vil Schoenheit comes with "rules" you imposed onto yourself for his sake. No public affection, no hand holding, nothing that can possibly ruin his reputation.

You underestimated how romantic Vil could be with you.

Notes. Vil Schoenheit/GN! Reader, second-person point-of-view “you,” you are not Yuu, blossoming relationship, fluff, Epel is a minor character

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Thanks to my homie @epiphyllous for writing the summary for me. I wouldn’t be able to write without you.

It was hard to believe. Who would believe that? Who would believe that you, a regular student at Night Raven College, were dating popular actor and celebrity Vil Schoenheit? You couldn’t believe it either, actually, when you received a bouquet of eleven roses with a poem stating that the last one you would receive would be when the sender would ask you out on a date. You, at the time, had no idea who that could have possibly been from, and your friends teased you that it could’ve been from Vil Schoenheit. You had laughed because the thought was ridiculous. Sure, you adored him far before you came to the school, and the moment he saw you, he decided you were a pet project worth working on, and you’ve been by his side helping him where you could ever since… Maybe in hindsight, you should’ve realized that Vil was, at the very least, interested in you.

And yet it still surprised you when Vil had approached you in private, single rose in hand, and he asked you out. “It hurts me how oblivious you are,” he had said, passing the rose into your hands.

And as if to prove how dense you were, you had asked, “Uh, wait, that was you? You sent me the roses?”

“YES.” Vil had placed his hands on his hips and huffed in annoyance. “It’s not as charming when I’m finally asking you.”

You really thought it was some elaborate joke; that perhaps someone had created their perfect Vil disguise and you’re being pranked for some stupid video on Magicam. You had looked around, rather dramatically, looking for any hint of another person holding a camera or phone.

Vil clicked his tongue at you. “Now, why would I risk my reputation for a silly prank that would humiliate the both of us?”

And, after a rush of stammering and contemplating and honestly, you couldn’t even remember all the feelings that rushed into you, you realized that, yes, Vil Schoenheit did like you like that, and, yes, he was asking you out. You recalled that your face felt hotter than it ever had before and you had stared down at his shoes, holding the rose close to your chest.

Vil had brushed some hair from your face, shocking you back into reality. He had let his hands trail down to yours and he held onto your hands, clasped around the rose, tightly. He reassured you that you didn’t have to come up with an answer so soon if you didn’t want to, and that he could tell that this information and this confession shocked you.

You had shaken your head to his suggestion, already coming to your decision in the time that your mind raced with every feeling and memory you had of him at that time. You had said yes.

And now you were dating Vil Schoenheit, popular actor and celebrity with over five million followers on Magicam. You were over the moon, and still completely in shock everyday when you remembered that the two of you were dating. “Remembered” being the key word here, as publicly (as in around the school where you followed him when you were free, as you always had) the two of you couldn’t do much romantically. At least, you thought so.

As you walked down the halls with Vil, you fidgeted next to him seeing his empty hand. Oh, how you wanted to hold it! But you couldn’t. You imagined what kind of horrible rumors and scandalous headlines would spread if you even showed an inkling of an actual romantic relationship with Vil, so you kept to yourself. Even when the two of you were in a private room (which wasn’t often, what a busy man Vil was!), you hardly did anything more than hug or Vil would kiss you lightly on the cheeks or forehead. All signs of affection were far and few between, but the two of you had barely started dating after all; it couldn’t be helped.

Still, you weren’t sure how you felt about all this. You wanted to shout to the world about your love for Vil, but you knew you couldn’t do that. As a celebrity, Vil had to worry about his public image at all times, and announcing that he was dating someone (or letting such information slip) would be social death, especially since the two of you just started dating. You had to keep to yourself for now, but the emotional toll was wearing you out.

You sat at lunch. Having finished a majority of your food, you just played with your juice box, feeling the rough ridges of the cardboard. It was a flavor of juice you didn’t like and had accidentally grabbed during the chaos of the lunch line (as it always was. Why didn’t anyone just grab their food normally and go?), so the juice was mostly full.

“Hey, wake up. You listening?” Epel, who sat to your left, asked, having stopped his conversation with Rook to look at you after you were uncharacteristically silent for too long.

“Oh, yeah,” you lied, having already told him about your relationship, knowing he wouldn’t let any secrets spill. “I just took the History Exam. My brain is fried.”

Epel nodded in understanding and began complaining about the History Exam and the class as well, and you joined in on the jokes. You stopped momentarily when he nodded to the person approaching your table, and you turned.

“Hi, Vil!” You said in excitement, and possibly with too much excitement as you cursed to yourself, hoping it wasn’t perceived in a way to negatively impact Vil’s reputation.

“Hello, darling.”

You tilted your head slightly, confused as to when Vil started calling you that. Was this the first time? It wasn’t like you didn’t mind it, but you thought it was strange to start using a pet name in public. But if Vil was using a pet name already, you wanted to come up with one to call him. “Oh, um, hello–”

Your thinking was cut short by a quick and innocent kiss to your lips, and Vil sat down, completely unbothered as he set down his tray and started eating.

You, absolutely hot and bothered, sat there with the same smile you greeted Vil with plastered on your lips, and your juice box laid in your left hand. Your face grew more and more heated, realizing what had just happened: your first kiss with Vil in public. You heard Epel gag in jest as you continued thinking about the feeling of Vil’s soft lips quickly pressing against yours. You felt eyes from other tables look your way. Then you truly realized what had happened: Vil Schoenheit had announced that he was dating someone, and that that someone was you.

Your juice box had no idea what was coming to it.

You think you must have squeezed the juice box in a panic, because the next thing you knew you were being lifted by the collar by Epel, who smelled sickly of the juice you disliked. You were being shaken like a rag doll, and Epel was yelling at you, but you had no idea what he was saying. You let yourself be shook as your head rattled with the thoughts of the ramification of Vil’s bold declaration.

Eventually, Epel let you down as another, surprisingly kind, student helped get all the juice magic’d away from him, and you sat down next to Vil again. You looked up to him shyly, keeping a wobbly smile on your face, and he smiled back at you as he pulled you closer to him by the hip, then rested his free hand on your thigh as he continued eating.

Ah. You really were dating Vil Schoenheit.

#twst #twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #vil twst #twst vil #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #vil x reader #reader insert #writing #fanfic #fanfiction

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allfortzu · 8 months

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can we get closer? (let's get closer)

-- jihyo / tzuyu. 4.4k, smut ; tattoos // MEN DNI.

jihyo promises she doesn't bite – unless tzuyu asks.

tzuyu tries not to look.

she tries not to get distracted by edges of faded black beneath sleeves, tries not to attempt glimpses of carefully lined maroon under cut hems.

tries not to think about where the ink leads, and whatever else.

but when she tries not to, her mind wanders terribly far.

and when jihyo lifts her arms just so, cropped tee hiking up to reveal a taste of everything she hasn’t seen – tzuyu can only tilt her head subconsciously, curiosity piqued. can only start to wonder where the black ends again, where the red starts. wonder how it looks as a whole.

unfortunately for her, jihyo is perceptive – and bold.

she picks up on tzuyu's less-than-conspicuous glances, an amused smile playing at her lips. her head angles sideways playfully, imitating tzuyu. “checking me out?”

tzuyu jolts back at jihyo’s attention, the remark feeling simultaneously pointed but cocky all the same. moments like these, she wishes chaeyoung hadn't left them alone without a buffer. there’s a certain awkwardness that’s compounded when two people only start making the move to become closer friends after having known each other for months.

nonetheless, tzuyu straightens her head swiftly, denying without a second thought. “what? no.”

jihyo’s smile widens into a grin.

"just kidding," she reassures warmly. “but you’re a horrible liar, you know?”

“i– “ tzuyu stammers, gaping a little at jihyo’s jab. the instinctual need to defend herself surfaces, and she huffs. “i wasn’t checking you out, just curious.” – which, in hindsight, doesn’t seem much better than owning it, but the words come out of her mouth before she can think about it.

jihyo laughs at that, a soft giggle that comes out in broken waves.

“sorry, sorry,” she apologises, but it’s said the same way someone consoling a child would, so tzuyu’s features remain resolutely stoic in protest.

still, jihyo hefts herself up from the ground and joins her on the couch, as if she hadn't just made fun of tzuyu, and the leather sinks gently beneath her as it compresses. she plops down with a casualness that feels oddly familiar, and some of tzuyu's prior defensiveness simmers away.

“curious about what?” jihyo asks, bumping her shoulder against tzuyu’s.

tzuyu mulls over the question for a second, weighs in the risk of stepping out of her comfort zone to admit it. she could shut this down if she wanted to, could shift away from jihyo, and she knows jihyo would stop pushing if she did.

she chances a glance, hesitant.

jihyo’s expression is bright, eager anticipation palpable.

“hm?” she hums, catching tzuyu’s eyes, encouraging.

tzuyu decides she’s worth it, if only for that pretty smile and the friendship between them they high time tried to pursue.

“i was looking at your tattoos?” she concedes, but it comes out as a question – not too imposing or assumptious, in case it’s not what jihyo expects.

jihyo doesn’t seem to mind at all.

“oh!” she beams, looking down at her exposed abdomen like she hadn’t noticed it was exposed.

“you could’ve just asked if you wanted to see, tzuyu,” she laughs. “i don’t bite.”

“well, i’m not versed in tattoo etiquette, okay?” tzuyu pouts.

the tension in her shoulders falls, dissipating into a comforting friendliness brought about by jihyo’s tongue-in-cheek jibes that she can’t help responding in kind.

“and you definitely look like you bite.”

“i do not,” jihyo gasps, feigning offence. though, as if she wants to tease as much as be teased, she tacks on at the end, “unless you want me to.”

tzuyu rolls her eyes, the intimidation she’d felt from jihyo before now long chipped away. “don’t even try.”

“ouch, i thought that was pretty smooth?” jihyo juts her bottom lip out.

“i was asking about your tattoos, not your… kinks.” tzuyu scowls in exasperation, narrowing her eyes for show.

“chivalry is so dead,” jihyo huffs. she crosses her arms ludicrously, head tucked into her chest. “you don’t even care about my interests anymore.”

the dramatique of it all makes tzuyu choke back a laugh. the ease in which jihyo so comfortably picks apart tzuyu's stoic, deadpan demeanour is somehow exactly the type of ease tzuyu likes – effortless.

“i care about your tattoos,” tzuyu offers, but it's really just to rub it in.

“ever the heartbreaker, tzuyu,” jihyo sighs, and it rolls off her tongue naturally, like this isn't the first time they've been alone together this long, like this isn't the first time they've bantered.

like jihyo's known tzuyu forever. and she has, in some ways, but never without someone else between them, never like this until now.

“are you planning to get one?” she asks.

she reaches out to take one of tzuyu’s hand in hers, careful but curious, looking over tzuyu’s uninked skin.

tzuyu is more distracted by something else.

she’s zeroed in on the red peeking from under the sleeve that has ridden up jihyo’s arm.

“you have really good skin,” jihyo comments, fills the silence as tzuyu thinks of an answer.

tzuyu has never been particularly interested in getting tattoos, nor has she ever had much inclination to. if anything, the pain that comes with leaves little to be desired, or maybe the idea of permanency scares her – too much of a commitment, one way or the other – but she’s certainly interested in jihyo’s, who seemingly notices she’s drifted off. she nudges tzuyu's jaw lightly with a finger. tilts her chin upwards.

tzuyu's eyes snap back. "sorry."

jihyo smiles reassuringly. she changes the topic; it’s okay if tzuyu doesn’t know. “wanna see my tattoos?”

“really?” tzuyu perks up. this was the main reason she was so intrigued after all. “i don’t want to impose.”

“why else did i get a tattoo if not to show it off, right?” jihyo says, and she tugs on tzuyu’s hand gently, knowing tzuyu would need urging.

tzuyu leans in with the motion, and jihyo lifts the hem of her shirt just slightly enough to show what tzuyu wants to see.

it’s all wisps of red and black winding below the underside of jihyo’s chest, brushstroke licks of flame that tzuyu wonders how she could ever miss. elegant in their form, but the subtle crimson bring out the natural warmth of jihyo's skin; a conscious choice, of course, in the palette itself.

tzuyu thinks they fit jihyo perfectly.

“i have these here, and then my back,” jihyo explains, eager to share.

she pulls her shirt off her shoulders, and it would make sense if tzuyu had thought about it more, but right now she doesn't expect it.

she jolts back in surprise, heart in her throat.

“oh, you– “ you don’t have to, is what she means to say.

she scrambles to stop jihyo, but the moment jihyo turns around, and tzuyu sees the ink on her back, she forgets.

it’s breathtaking.

it's red and blacks again, cohesive, flowing down the dip of jihyo’s spine, spreading over her shoulder blades like mist. they fade off in the edges, gentle strokes harshened by deep maroon, covering the expanse from the base of her neck to her rib cage.

“oh,” tzuyu whispers, voice softer, like jihyo’s delicate tattoos simply warranted something quieter, or perhaps it's just plain awe.

tzuyu reaches out to touch; a curious moth to a flame, almost without thought. traces her fingers over the lines.

she doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t think anything can encapsulate her feelings, but she tries.

“it’s beautiful," she says, even if the words fall short of everything it really is; tzuyu hopes jihyo knows.

"isn't it?" jihyo chuckles, a disbelieved sound, as if experiencing the novelty of her tattoo all over again.

goosebumps rise in the wake of tzuyu's touch, but her chest swells with pride and something close to adoration for the girl so innocently intrigued. maybe she should show off more.

"give me your hand, tzu."

tzuyu doesn't know what she's planning, but she listens anyway.

her gaze follows as jihyo grabs a pen before settling back in front of her. she takes the hand tzuyu had so obediently given, clicks the pen once, and tzuyu shivers at the cold ink head gliding over her skin.

she tries to see what jihyo's drawing, but it's hard to tell when she's on the other side. jihyo's strokes are gentle, purposeful, she knows exactly what she wants on tzuyu.

tzuyu can feel it when jihyo writes her own name –

J I H Y O.

jihyo hovers over it for a moment, as if deciding whether or not to add something else.

it's oddly intimate, tzuyu thinks, watching jihyo work on her.

it's oddly intimate being so close, jihyo's tongue between her teeth, topless, and tzuyu feels her stomach curl.

jihyo decides she's finished then.

she lets go of tzuyu's hand, prompting tzuyu to look with an upward nod.

tzuyu retracts her hand, turns the back of her palm towards herself.

it's a smaller version of jihyo's tattoos, altered in some parts to flow with the veins on tzuyu's hand, over the rise of her knuckles.

personalised.

and then there's jihyo's name, a mark under her own work, and tzuyu doesn't know why she starts getting giddy.

"how is it?" jihyo asks.

tzuyu muses over the temporary tattoo jihyo's given her.

"i like it," she decides, smiling. "did you design yours too?"

"yeah," jihyo takes tzuyu's hand once again and holds it by her ribcage for a side-by-side comparison. she grins at the similarity. "now we're matching."

tzuyu can't help but grin along, the fact of matching with someone itself is sweet. "i don't know why we weren't friendlier sooner."

"i think you were afraid of me biting?" jihyo teases.

she brings tzuyu's hand close to her mouth in turn, a threat tzuyu hopes isn't as empty as it seems. maybe she's a little curious now.

"don't you dare," tzuyu narrows her eyes still, challenging.

"and if i do?" jihyo opens her mouth wider, teeth peeking.

she makes a show of biting down just before she touches skin, then laughs when she feels tzuyu tensing up.

"don't worry, i'll only bite if you ask."

tzuyu rolls her eyes, slightly infuriated. "be honest, you wouldn't do it even if i asked. scaredy cat."

jihyo gasps. "i so would."

tzuyu leans in, and she doesn't know what it is that comes over her, but she does know riling jihyo up is fun if only to see her reactions.

she pushes her hand against jihyo's cheek, taunting. "you wouldn't dare."

jihyo purses her lips, and tzuyu can see the cogs turning in her head for a comeback, only to find none.

she's about to console jihyo, more to rub in her assumed victory than anything, but then jihyo’s grip around her hand tightens.

and jihyo tugs hard.

tzuyu falls forward with a yelp. all the air leaves her lungs.

she holds herself up on the cushion behind jihyo in a panic, avoids pressing against jihyo completely. her breath is still, frozen.

“i’d dare, but would you?” jihyo says, voice low, breath hot. her boldness back.

tzuyu is suddenly acutely aware of jihyo’s warmth, of jihyo’s proximity.

she tries not to stare into jihyo’s eyes.

this isn’t… this isn’t what she meant. was it?

“i… “ she murmurs, but her mind is blank.

“tell me to bite you,” jihyo teases, but there's something else in the edge of her words that isn't just playfulness. there's something else in the way her gaze falls on tzuyu's lips, fleeting but unavoidable.

tzuyu exhales shakily. it's hard to think when jihyo's so close.

what does it mean now, then, if jihyo's asked. what does she mean by that. what does tzuyu want now.

it's hard to think– it's hard to think when jihyo's half naked under her, but she knows she wants something that involves jihyo.

"okay," tzuyu whispers, and if not for their stillness, she barely would've heard herself say it.

jihyo lets the answer simmer in silence for a bit.

for too long, in tzuyu's mind.

she has a chance to second guess, one chance too many. it's not a good feeling and she doesn't want to feel it anymore. it's even harder when jihyo can see her so closely now –

but then suddenly she doesn't have to, because suddenly jihyo lunges forward, and suddenly jihyo's kissing her –

she's kissing jihyo.

and it's good.

it's a good feeling. it suffocates her and makes her breathe again and jihyo's lips are soft and harsh and messy but knowing and good.

and she bites on tzuyu's lips like she said she would, teeth actually on skin this time, knocking against tzuyu's own. it's hurried like she'd been thinking about it all day, thinking about biting tzuyu's lips even though she'd denied it in the first place, but she likes it now so she keeps biting until iron skates over tzuyu's tongue, until there's a hint of pain where jihyo's teeth press in.

"unnie," tzuyu mutters, breathless, because it's unfamiliar and she doesn't know if she should like it.

jihyo hears her, and she pulls back. "tell me when to stop," she says. it's as much for tzuyu as it is for her, but isn't this how it always goes; flame burning moth the moment they touch.

tzuyu nods and then jihyo is back on her again, just as quickly. she pushes into tzuyu, heightens herself with an arm sinking into the cushion, deepening the kiss.

she tugs and pulls and she can't get enough already; she's had a small taste of tzuyu and she's a little insatiable, maybe.

the couch is terribly uncomfortable and too small for what jihyo wants to do, frustratingly so. tzuyu's knee press up her core in a mess of tangled limbs, and it's not that she doesn't like it, but jihyo's not quite done with tzuyu yet to get herself off, so in a bout of adrenaline, she picks tzuyu up with her arms under tzuyu's thighs. tzuyu shrieks in a panic, her haze breaking momentarily.

it's awkward because tzuyu's much taller than jihyo, so she resorts to wrapping her arms tightly around jihyo's neck for some security.

the edges of jihyo's shoulders jut out as she flexes, and tzuyu realises jihyo has two more tattoos on her clavicle, all the more defined now. it certainly does wonders to distract her.

then, jihyo finally sets her down, settling on the dining room table. tzuyu would argue this is less comfortable than the couch, all hard wood and no cushion, but then jihyo slots herself between tzuyu's legs, lips finding her neck, and suddenly she no longer minds.

jihyo noses the underside of her jaw, coaxing her to tilt her head upward so more kisses can be peppered there, and tzuyu feels teeth again. she suspects jihyo has a penchant for biting, and true to her thinking, jihyo nibbles at her skin, sucking lightly right after.

all tzuyu can do – wants to do – is squirm and expose her neck even more, the buzz that flows down after addicting.

jihyo pulls back just as the pain numbs, and tzuyu catches her licking her lips, eyeing the reddening mark on tzuyu's neck.

jihyo definitely has a penchant for biting.

"so you do bite," tzuyu muses.

jihyo smirks, the jab not as incriminating now that she's gotten what she wanted. she laces her fingers with tzuyu's, tucking herself between tzuyu's legs while she pulls tzuyu's body close. "when i want to."

she tugs on tzuyu's arms until they're on her waist, holding them there. "you can touch, you know?"

i don't bite, tzuyu can almost hear jihyo saying at the end, but the point has gotten through enough and she's much too distracted by something else to follow up.

jihyo's bare skin is warm to the touch, nerve wracking; tzuyu heeds her advice, holding her breath as she carefully slides her hands upwards to jihyo's ribs, halting where her tattoos start.

"i really like your tattoos," she whispers.

"mhm," jihyo smiles, proud of tzuyu's initiation. "i like you," she says, before her lips are on tzuyu's again and tzuyu can't even reply because all she's doing now is choking her whimpers back.

jihyo kisses down to the base of her neck this time, right at the edge of tzuyu's collarbone. she does the same thing over – sucking, biting, licking – painful, but less so now that tzuyu has experienced it, and there's such a pleasant electricity that follows, making her stomach curl deliciously. she thinks she might just start developing a liking to these marks, hands trailing up jihyo's back, mewling softly when jihyo's tongue runs over a particularly sensitive spot.

"unnie," tzuyu breathes out, the only word she can muster among infinite pleas she has for jihyo.

jihyo responds with a hmm, a low hum that seeps into tzuyu's veins and runs down her spine from where jihyo is, and it's not until tzuyu's shoulders tense that jihyo lets go.

the edge of jihyo's lips tug up slyly. "something you want?"

"you know," tzuyu says. she knows jihyo knows.

and jihyo does know, but – "ask, baby" because who is she if not a commitment to her stunt– "you just need to tell me."

tzuyu frowns, and she tries to minimise her pouting as best she can. she stares jihyo down, hoping jihyo would simply give in, but jihyo is hard headed, and tzuyu really has little choice.

tzuyu bites her lip, mumbling out reluctantly, "touch..."

jihyo's smug look is infuriating. "where?"

"you–," tzuyu purses her lips.

inhales, exhales.

"down there."

"and?"

oh, what tzuyu would do to wipe that stupid smirk off jihyo's face.

she grabs jihyo's arm, pulls her in harshly, and jihyo lets out a cut off yelp. tzuyu ignores it, intent on pressing jihyo's fingers into the button of her jeans.

"and fuck me."

some bravado drains from jihyo's face. she loses her words for a moment, doesn't even dare gulp down the drool accumulating in her mouth.

she makes quick work of tzuyu's jeans immediately, muttering a "yes ma'am" in between because jesus fuck.

she fumbles to push the article open, then decides she'll take with exactly what she has right now, dipping her fingers in with a sudden fervour to just give tzuyu everything she wants.

tzuyu grips jihyo's shoulders, nails digging deeper into jihyo's back when jihyo rubs over her centre, the slick sound stark in the quiet of their heavy breathing.

"you're so– wet," jihyo grunts, tzuyu's jeans making it hard to manoeuvre, but she's far from complaining. "all over my fingers, tzu– god."

tzuyu makes a soft, high pitched sound, head hung and legs curled around jihyo from the instinctual need to close them.

"i'll take care of you," jihyo coos, her other hand slipping under tzuyu's shirt, thumb stroking her waist. "don't worry."

she continues running her fingers between tzuyu's folds through the fabric just to work her up more, and tzuyu jolts slightly, cries caught in her throat.

"you're really fucking cute, tzuyu."

she nuzzles into tzuyu's neck, the cute aggression kicking in, and she can't help but want to leave another mark.

her teeth prob gently, finding a spot she hasn't marked before biting down again. it elicits a familiar whine from tzuyu's throat, a broken and staggered sound, choked up in a cry that heightens when jihyo's fingers dip under. she sinks two fingers into tzuyu's heat, thumb on her clit, and tzuyu fucking drips.

"jihyo unnie," she moans, for no other reason than the want to say jihyo's name.

her nails rake over jihyo's back, harder than she means to, but with jihyo's fingers pressing against her tight walls, pulling out and back in slowly; with jihyo's thumb following the motion over her sensitive nub, attentive snd meticulous and maddening; with jihyo letting go of her neck after leaving another mark, murmuring sweet nothings she's too dazed to hear –

she wants jihyo to feel it the same way she feels it, wants to leave her mark on jihyo too, even if it's temporary, she wants the feeling to be as permanent as jihyo's tattoos.

and if jihyo does feel it, the only tells tzuyu catches are the faster, harsher thrusts, and the hand clutching her waist, pushing through with gritted teeth.

"fuck, tzuyu," jihyo hisses, bottom lip between her teeth. her wrist aches from the angle but the warmth around her fingers feels too good to let up. "that's– fuck, you're so tight."

tzuyu digs her nails even deeper, the pleasure unbearable without an outlet. "please, harder," she sobs, thighs clasping around jihyo's hips, stomach taut. "gonna come."

jihyo listens– anything tzuyu asks for.

she buries her fingers deeper, fucking into tzuyu so roughly the table starts shaking, and the lewd squelch that follows every pump is downright sinful. a few tight circles over her clit has tzuyu whimpering, the loudest one yet, and jihyo thinks it might be her favourite sound in the world– before it breaks into a cry, tzuyu whining, "jihyonnie–!"

– and now that's her favourite sound in the world.

"come for me," jihyo coaxes, voice liquid in tzuyu's ears.

tzuyu barely needs probing, spilling into jihyo's fingers almost immediately, cum pooling over her jeans and the table in a filthy mess of slick. she claws at jihyo's back as jihyo fucks her through her orgasm, making her stutter and tremble wildly. there's a steady hand on her waist, jihyo wanting to drag her high out.

"good girl," jihyo dotes, tzuyu's release pleasantly warm in her hands. "taking me so well."

tzuyu keens at the praise, senses attuned to nothing but the rasp of jihyo's voice and all the words coming out her mouth. soon enough, she's spent to the point of barely being able to clutch onto jihyo's shoulders, sweaty and heaving. jihyo slows her pace when tzuyu's shaking calms, guiding her down.

"s– stop," tzuyu mumbles, pushing at jihyo weakly.

in turn, jihyo pulls her fingers out slowly, finally letting tzuyu catch her breath.

though, watching jihyo lick her fingers off tzuyu's slick arouses tzuyu all over again, and she bites her lip, a quiet request.

jihyo doesn't miss the pleading look in her eyes.

"open your mouth," she says, her other hand on tzuyu’s jaw.

tzuyu obeys, parting her lips slightly, and jihyo pushes her cum-coated fingers into her mouth. she moans when jihyo presses down on her tongue, insistent, and tzuyu can hear jihyo’s breathing stutter when she starts sucking, running her tongue between jihyo’s fingers.

jihyo drags her fingers out, wet with spit, and tzuyu almost mewls at the loss– but then jihyo tugs her in by the chin and kisses her hard, and all her sounds soften into a pleased hum. jihyo doesn’t bite this time, simply enjoys the kiss as it is.

tzuyu feels bad for having to cut it short.

“i need to pee,” she whispers sheepishly.

jihyo is stunned for a moment, and then quickly endeared.

she doesn't put up a fight, barely teases tzuyu for it like tzuyu would expect.

she gives tzuyu another peck, surprisingly sweet, a chuckle playing at the edges. “go.”

tzuyu’s knees are still wobbly, but she hurries anyway, trudging to the bathroom quickly.

yet, all she does after she shuts the bathroom door is just stand there, staring into the white tiles. suddenly allowed to actually think about it all.

she lets it simmer for a bit, etches the memory of jihyo’s tattoos in her mind– red, black, flowy. curving into her sides and inching down her clavicle. her back, the dip of her spine, over her shoulder blades, a growing flame.

gentle fingers on her jaw that tzuyu can feel even now; urging, coaxing. the hand on her waist, in her, careful and slow but good. even though they'd never talked this much before, somehow jihyo knew what she liked.

tzuyu catches sight of herself in the mirror.

there’s a trail of red scattered down her neck, her collarbone; marks of tattoos in itself.

jihyo’s marks.

tzuyu buries her face in her hands, cheeks hot. tries not to look.

–

by the time tzuyu returns, the table has been cleaned, moved back to its original position. tzuyu pretends her stomach doesn’t flutter at the thought.

jihyo is in the living room, back towards her, fresh red lines running through her tattoos.

tzuyu did that.

tzuyu winces. “sorry about the… scratches.”

jihyo turns at the sound of her voice.

“oh,” she chuckles, waving tzuyu’s worries away.

she makes her way to tzuyu, tilting her face this way and there, looking at the marks she’d left. “it’s okay. i’ll get you back next time, hm?”

tzuyu’s face flushes, jihyo’s touch burning quickly. “next time?”

“mhm,” jihyo confirms, tucking her fingers into the belt loops of tzuyu’s jeans. “or now, if you want.”

she noses at tzuyu’s jaw again, as she did countless times before, wanting another mark of hers on tzuyu’s skin. it's like they've always been here, like they've always been kissing each other and all of this.

maybe she does like biting; maybe when it comes to tzuyu.

“just ask.”

tzuyu thinks she might like it too; maybe when it comes to jihyo.

yeah idk why this is 4k and idk whats going on in this either <3 i rewrote this like 3 times and all of them have wildly different beginnings and endings! one of them even ends with jihyo just going home after giving tzuyu absolutely nothing bc i love slowburn <3 but i thought we deserved some smut after waiting this long so!! now you get to have some of the most mid smut ever happy jihyo debut!!!

thank you so much for reading!! interactions are always appreciated, genuinely <3

MEN DNI.

#twice imagines #jihyo x tzuyu #twice smut #park jihyo #chou tzuyu #jitzu #title: closer by jihyo #closer is so yummy btw listen to it!!!!!! listen to jihyos entire album!!!!!!#i definitely forgot where i decided hyo should have tattoos but thats okay 🫶 thats the charm of it 🥰 now you can guess #twice fics

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