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Solace

Din Djarin/The Mandalorian x afab!reader || W/C: 4.3k

Summary: You help Din release his frustrations after he comes back from a weeklong hunt.

Content/Warnings: Canon divergent around season 3 (no Grogu here; one tiny reference to Living Waters). Reader is able-bodied, but there are no specific physical descriptions. Pet names for both reader and Din (fem pet names for reader). Implied established relationship (you've seen his face and call him Din) - THEY'RE IN LOVE. Reader knows a bit of Mando'a. Helmet comes off. 18+ MDNI. This is 100% porn. Boot riding...blanket..riding...(there's a lot of riding lolz). Multiple orgasms. Cunnilingus. Din is a talker when his mouth isn't occupied. Blow job/face fucking. Unprotected P in V sex. Reader is on whatever form of birth control they have in space LMAO, so #twinkie time😋. Hints of a breeding kink. Praise kink (lots of it). Switch BDSM dynamics. Soft Dom!Din along with subby/desperate!Din. Sub!Reader and soft Dom!Reader. Please let me know if I missed anything! Xx

A/N: First picture was made by @djarin-desires, and honestly, this whole oneshot was inspired by this post they made! I literally could not stop thinking about these pictures all day, so I just had to write my ✨thots✨ down. I hope you enjoy!! Other two photos are found on Pinterest - middle does not represent anything about reader’s physical appearance.

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“Oh, shit-” you gasp. “Din, please,” eyes rolling back in pleasure, your body shivering in its nakedness compared to his fully armored form.

“What is it, sweet girl?” he coos, his fingers caressing your cheekbone, pushing the hair from your eyes.

“Need- stars- need more,” you cry out, your current situation proving to only bring you to the edge, but not carry you off of it.

“One more like this, cyar’ika, then I’ll give you what you want,” Din reassures you, his leather-clad thumb running across your bottom lip, hooking himself in your mouth for you to make a mess of. “I wanna see that boot soaked, you hear me?”

Din always gets like this when he comes back from a weeklong bounty hunt. He gets hard. Dominating. In need of control. To take back the situation that got out of hand.

You were sitting on the ground cleaning one of his blasters when he came in. He was tense. Weirdly quiet. He’s always quiet, but not with you, not for a few years now. He threw the bounty into the carbon and froze him, his chest plate rising with every breath. You knew him well enough now to know when he’s seething, and this was it.

“Din?” you called out softly.

He just points his helmet at you, the visor staring you down.

“Everything okay?”

“What do you think?” He responds rather harshly.

“...Din,” you whisper, feeling every ounce of anger in those four words.

You like how it ends in these situations, though. It always ends with him a whimpering mess beneath you. There’s usually some kind of switch. He takes a third orgasm out of you, and always on the third, he becomes needy. Desperate. He just wants to be inside of you. To be balls deep and stay there, to release all of his tension while being wrapped up in you.

You’re his solace. His warmth. His home. He always needs you. But right now, he needs his control back, so even though it’s you who’s in control by the end of the night, you stay prettily on your knees and obey dutifully.

“I hear you, Din,” you struggle to get out with his thumb holding your tongue down, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth.

Your thighs are on fire from your constant back and forth motion, the squelch of your slick rubbing across his shoe sending blood straight to his groin. He can feel himself itching to make you rise, to spread your legs and split you open until he can’t hold himself up anymore. But he knows you’re close even though you whine and plea for more. He knows your tells—the way your eyes struggle to stay open, the sweat beading at your temples, the way you slowly start to clamp down harder and harder on his thumb. His personal favorite, though, he discovered in this new position, is the way you start hugging tighter onto his leg, your chest rubbing against his thigh plate in an attempt to cool yourself off, but you’re just so close, the cool beskar doing nothing to ease the heat.

“Just like that, pretty girl, come on,” Din groans, the sight before him truly testing his strength. You two have done many things together, but this? This is something new, and Din isn’t sure how long he can last. “I know you can give me one more, baby. Just one more, and then I get to feel you, come on,” he pleads, voice bubbling up into a whine.

Oh, he’s starting to break, already?

The thought is what sends you over, your hips stuttering in their rhythm as your arousal pours out of you, your clit shooting a sharp sensation up your spine at the sensitivity. “Dank farrik, you’re so damn gorgeous when you cum all over me, baby, so so gorgeous,” he pulls his thumb out and spreads your drool across your mouth, cradling your cheek softly in his palm as you shake in his grasp.

“Oh, fuck- oh yes, yesyesyes, Din,” you sob, head falling back between your shoulder blades.

“Oh, my sweet girl, Maker, you’re so beautiful,” he coos, leaning down to let the forehead of his helmet rest against yours, your hot breath fogging his visor. He smiles to himself as his vision blurs momentarily.

Din’s hands situate themselves beneath your armpits, pulling you up to your feet and supporting you as you allow your limp legs to gain their strength again. “Can I taste you, cyar’ika?” He asks as he wraps his arms around your waist, guiding you to sit on the armory crate in the corner of the hull.

“Thought you said you wanted to feel me?” you retort, a small smirk forming on your flushed face.

“Yeah,” he says as he drops down to his knees. “My tongue goes first.” Even with his helmet on, you can still hear the shit-eating grin with his comment.

Din reaches for his helmet, the hiss of air signifying it’s about to come off never fails to cause butterflies to erupt in your belly. The minute his chocolate brown eyes meet yours, your heart grows two sizes greater. Your hands reach for his face. “There’s my pretty boy,” you whisper.

His heart nearly jumps out of his chest at your words. He turns his head to kiss your palm. “My pretty girl,” he responds, bashful. “Lean back, baby.” You lay yourself back, body resting against the metal wall as his hands settle underneath you.

Din brings himself forward, the flat of his tongue starting at the bottom of you and licking upwards—slowly, thoughtfully, calculated. He takes his time moving through your soaked folds, as if he’s mapping it out for the first time even though he’s mapped your body more times than the amount of bounties under his belt.

The way you moan under his touch has him groaning into you, his fingers tightening their hold, his face more flush against you. He can’t get enough. His licks turn less controlled and more hungry; he uses his lips to help rub the surrounding area as he suckles every part of you he can, drinking you in, bathing in your slick as if to reclaim himself, as he did not too long ago in the Living Waters of Mandalore. His nose nudges your sensitivity as his tongue claims your entrance, the softness of your walls dancing with the softness of his tongue makes you breathless.

Your fingers find their way into his curls, grabbing on in an attempt to ground yourself, to keep your soul beside him as he brings you to the brink of ecstasy for the fourth time since he’s been back. You whimper in distaste as his tongue leaves your hole, but the disappointment is quickly replaced by a whimper of desperation when his mouth wraps around your throbbing bud and he sucks. “Just- oh, fuck, Din- just like that,” you let out, your hips involuntarily lifting to buck into his face.

He’s quick to bring his mouth back down to your entrance, licking up every drop of the sweet nectar you always keep him full with. His nose massages your bundle as he drinks from you, and the action prolongs your climax and syrupy moans; Din works to pull as much as he possibly can from you. It’s been a week of rations and shitty meals he can sneak. So when such a delicacy is placed before him, solely for his taking, oh, he’s not going to waste a single drop.

By the time he’s satisfied, the bottom half of his face is covered in your shine, the armory crate’s ledge is soaked, and you’re completely blissed out—face flushed and sweaty, tired eyes, a weak smile… to the average eye, you appear properly satiated. Although, Din knows that you are far from it.

“You alright, sweet girl?” Din asks, rising to his full height again. He brings his hand out for you to take, pulling you up to stand. Delaying your answer, you wrap your hands around his neck and pull him in for a messy, open-mouthed kiss, all tongue with your flavor embedded in each and every one of his taste buds. You moan into the kiss, pulling away with a bite to his plump bottom lip. “Perfect, baby,” you smile, pulling him to the makeshift bed—a pile of blankets—in the hull that you two sleep in.

You drop yourself down onto your knees, beginning to work his armor off from his legs as he starts on his shoulders. With you helping, he’s down to his flight suit in no time, and your mouth salivates at the sight. As soon as the last clink of the precious metal leaves his body, you’re leaning your face into him, into his bulge, pressing sweet little kisses to its covered form. You can hear Din’s breath hitch, his cock twitching under your touch. “Need you in my mouth, Din,” you say as you look up at him, his eyes already hooded over at the sight of your mouth near his length. “My turn to taste you, huh, pretty boy?” You ask in a teasing tone, his face too hot to register that you’re waiting for a response from him.

He finally registers the question when your hand dips into his bottoms, his hardness meeting your hand eagerly. You look at him expectantly.

Although technically it’s his cock’s turn to feel you, he cannot bring himself to deny you or your skillful mouth. He cannot bring himself to deny anything you want, really. “Y-yeah- yes, baby, your turn,” he says shakily, the anticipation putting his body into sensitivity overdrive.

He helps rip the rest of his flight suit off, and without giving him a second to breathe, you’re already spitting in your palm and working the length of him the way you know he loves. You use your mouth in tandem, your tongue licking from his base to his tip, and instantly, a loud whimper comes from the back of Din’s throat at this particular touch.

You’re delighted by his reaction, so you repeat the motion a few more times to pull more of those sweet sounds out. “My baby is so sensitive here, isn’t he?” You pump him with your hand as you speak, placing a wet kiss to his tip when the foreskin pulls back to expose it.

“Kriff…” he moans, his head suddenly too heavy to maintain upright. “Mesh’la, please,” Din begs.

With one more kiss to the tip, you stop your hand’s movement completely. “Please what, baby? Use those words, honey,” you look up at him, eyes wide and full of promises to please—as soon as he vocalizes what he wants.

His chest is heaving already at the sight of you, on your knees and looking up at him again, yet this time around, you’re the one calling the shots.

He prefers it this way, he thinks. Sure, he comes back from a particularly frustrating hunt and ends up taking his stress out on you. Sure, it’s the most beautiful sight seeing you so worked up and at his mercy. But he is always the one in the driver seat—calculating everyone’s every turn, every action before they even have the chance to act. Din’s mind is always active, always alert. Yet, when you have him like this, in this yielding state, it’s like his mind gets to be quiet. With you, under your touch and under your gaze, Din is able to exist in your presence without a worry. He’s finally able to just be. Not a bounty hunter, not the big and tough Mandalorian everyone fears. No, he’s Din. Your Din. Your sweet boy. Yours. And that’s the greatest honor to ever bestow upon him. At least, that’s how he sees it anyway.

“Y-your mouth, mesh’la, p-please,” he says softly. Your eyebrow quirks up. You want just a little bit more. “Want your- need your mouth on me, baby, please,” he breathes out, attempting and failing to ease the neediness in his voice.

You hum triumphantly before you begin pumping him again, your hand focusing on his base while your mouth lavishes his leaking head. You swirl your tongue around, the salty flavor of him quick to override your senses, and Din lets out a strangled moan, his hips softly bucking in your grasp.

Your hand releases him, letting your mouth take full control. You grab onto his thick thighs for stability, breathing through your nose as you let the tip of him reach as far back as you can handle. He gasps when he hits the back of your throat, the twitch of his body triggering your gag reflex, your throat tightening in on where he’s most sensitive. “Oh, fuck,” he grunts, fighting his hips to stay in place and let you do your thing.

You garble something incoherent, humming into his cock as you pull yourself on and off of him a few more times. Pulling back for a small breather, you use your finger to collect up the spit-arousal mixture from the sides of your mouth and pump it on his erection, his hips twitching once again at your ministrations.

You know what he really wants right now, but with his head in cloud nine, you know he’ll never ask for it himself. “You wanna fuck my mouth, Din?” You ask bluntly.

His entire face and chest turn red faster than the speed of light. He sputters in his response. “I- oh my Maker, mesh’la, is that- are- are you sure? I-”

You cut him off by leaning in to kiss his thigh. He softens in your touch. “Din, pretty boy, it’s a yes or no. One word. Choose.”

“Yes,” he replies, not a single hesitation in sight.

“Good boy,” you purr. “See what happens when you say what you want from me?”

You shift yourself to a more comfortable position sitting on your haunches, fluffing the blankets underneath you to soften the ache of the metal floor. You look up to Din who’s watching you eagerly but with a softness that tells you to take all your time in the world. Doing this isn’t just for him, though. Letting him take control of you here turns you on just as much as it does him, maybe even more.

You take one more glance into his thirsty eyes, and, well, okay… maybe he enjoys this slightly more. Nonetheless, you don’t take your time because you can feel the butterflies in your core beginning to flap once again as Din brings himself closer to you, lining himself up with your mouth.

“Don’t waste this opportunity, Djarin. Better use me good, yeah?” You tease, leaning your head back slightly as you stick your salivating tongue flat out, waiting for him to enter.

His entire body shivers at your words. “Yes, ma’am,” he says under his breath, focusing on easing himself into your mouth as steady as possible, trying to maintain some ounce of self-restraint he’s inevitably going to lose.

Once his tip is in your mouth, his hands find their home rooted at the base of your air, his thumb reaching forward to caress the apple of your cheeks. He doesn’t move at first, apprehensive in the case he might hurt you. He’s always like this at the beginning, and every single time, you reassure him it’s okay.

You let out a muffled mhm, his signal to keep going. Din’s fingers flex, guiding your head further in as his hips slowly meet you halfway. He’s holding his breath, you can tell in the way his belly twitches. But the moment your swallow reflex triggers around him, he’s gone. “Oh, shit-” he moans ragged, his hips never fully retreating before he’s bucking into you again. “Oh, sweet girl, fuck-” he gasps. “Always so perfect, feel so perfect around me, stars, baby-” he praises, his hips moving at a comfortable, steady pace now.

You moan around him, eyes rolling back at how good and heavy he feels coasting the expanse of your tongue. Your spit drips further down your chin and neck with each thrust, the messiness of it all mirroring itself between your thighs. Your hands leave the expanse of your thighs and reach for the blankets underneath you. As best as you can, you shuffle them in between you, using it to grind your hips on it, giving you a much needed relief. The material catches on your clit deliciously, pulling a muffled gasp from your throat, sending the sensation up Din’s spine.

“Oh, fuck, look at you,” he groans, his eyes fighting to stay open at the raw pleasure coursing through his veins as he starts thrusting into you harder, faster. “So pretty, baby, fuck- thank you, pretty girl,” he rambles. “Maker, you feel so damn good.”

Your moans and whines don’t stop, they reverberate off each metal wall and into his ears, providing him with the sweetest song. Din, ever the talker, is long lost in the way you feel and the way you move.

“Keep moving those hips, sweet girl, rub that pretty pussy on our blankets, baby.”

“Gonna cum like that again, baby? Gonna make a mess where we sleep?”

“Shit, gonna make me lick it up and clean it? Please make me clean it, baby,” he whines, his hips beginning to falter.

The last thing he says to you is what sends you over the edge, your fingers gripping the blankets below you, bringing it flush against your core as if it were Din’s curls you’re hanging onto. Your hips speed up, chasing the orgasm that is just right there, and with one last thrust forward, you’re cumming. You’re breathing heavily through your nose, tears streaming down your face as you whimper around his dick, begging for the one thing you know he’s not gonna give you.

With a few more thrusts, you can feel his cock start to twitch, and just as you suspected, he pulls out of you before he can finish.

“Baby, no,” you cry, leaning yourself forward, chasing after him. Right away, he’s dropping down to his knees, hands still on either side of your face as he’s finally eye level with you.

“Baby, cyar’ika, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please,” he repents, his chest rising and falling heavily, still out of breath from edging himself. “I just- I didn’t- I… I wanted to cum somewhere else, baby,” his voice falls quieter, shyer.

Your scowl fades, forming into a more mischievous demeanor, more hungry. You can’t quite argue his reasoning. Because, you, too, would very much like him to finish… elsewhere. “Yeah, baby?” You taunt. “And where do you wanna cum, sweet boy?”

He swallows thickly, his needy eyes on yours, blacked with a ferality he’s addicted to. “In- inside,” he whispers.

“Inside?” you’re quick to repeat. “Wanna cum inside me, sweet boy? Fill me up? I’ve made so many messes today, is it your turn to make one, baby?”

He leans in to meet your kiss, but you pull away slightly. Answer me, your face tells him.

“Y-yeah- yes, stars, yes- fuck- please, baby, I wanna cum inside you, wanna make a mess of you so fucking bad, please-” he starts to answer. Satisfied, you cut him off with your lips on his.

You wrap your arms around his neck, lips never breaking the seal, you pull him over you as you lay yourself down on your guys’ bed, scooting farther up for your head to reach a pillow, your back barely missing your puddle of arousal. Din multitasks, grabbing one of the other near pillows and placing it underneath your hips as your body lands on the ground. Your legs are already hooked onto his waist, not giving him the space to stray too far.

Once you’re settled, Din’s hand is cradling the back of your head while the other reaches for his cock, covered in your wetness and leaking with his own arousal. He guides himself to you, running his tip along your slick folds, stopping to tap on your clit before bringing himself back down to your entrance. He breaks the kiss when he does this, his eyes laser focused on where you two connect. His hand on the back of your head pushes to angle you down, so you can watch, too, both of you observing and listening to the lewdness of it all.

Finally, his head catches at your entrance, pushing himself in slowly. He’s always a stretch, always something you’ll never quite really get used to, but you love the feeling. Obsessed, even. There are some days where you rile him up on purpose just so he gives it to you, no preparation or foreplay. On those days, he has you screaming, your fingernails digging deep into his back to tether yourself to reality in some kind of way. On his softer days, you have to beg him to, reassure him that it doesn’t hurt—in a bad way.

As soon as he’s seated all the way to the hilt, he pulls back out entirely before he thrusts back in. You both moan out at the action, your pussy immediately releasing a fresh new wave of arousal around him. “Oh, fuck,” you both mutter at the same time, your eyes meet, and a euphoric smile graces each of your faces.

“Y-you feel so good, baby, s-so fucking big,” you mewl, your hands tightening their hold around his neck, both the tips of your noses kissing each other.

“It’s like you were made- fuck-” he stutters, his hips slowing for a brief moment, allowing himself to really feel you. “It’s like I was made for you,” he corrects himself. “I was made for you,” he says again, leaning in to slot his lips against yours.

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum,” you say against his lips. I love you. “And I was made for you,” you squeak out, your head bobbing back and forth as the pleasure brings your mind further and further into space.

“Shit, mesh’la,” he grits between his teeth. His hips speed up at that, loving the way his native tongue sounds on yours. “Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum,” he repeats back to you. “I’m yours, cyar’ika. Yours,” he murmurs, his head crashing into the crook of your neck and shoulder, sucking and biting at the sweaty flesh.

He sits up on his haunches for a second, hooking the crook of his elbows into your knees before leaning back over you—the angle allowing him to hit so deep and allowing his pubic area to stimulate your pulsing nerve with every thrust in—you scream out as he repeatedly makes you feel things that no one has ever been able to do, not even yourself.

“Din,” you keen, his name leaving your mouth like a sinful prayer. “Din, baby, please, I think I’m gonna- fuck-”

“Gonna cum again for me, pretty girl?” He smirks. “Fuck, I’m never gonna stop saying this- you’re so fucking perfect. Come on, baby, cum for me, fucking soak me. Soak me before I make you fucking overflow with me, my sweet girl,” he snarls, his lips meeting yours in a bruising kiss, truly a dance of tongue and spit as he fucks into you at the same pace that brought you to yet another climax.

Your hands yank on his fluffy curls, back arching into his body as much as this restricting angle allows you to. “Din, oh my-! Fuck- so fucking good, fuck-” you wail out, your heart beating out of your chest as your pussy pulses around his cock, making an utter mess between your two lower halves.

The flutter of you and the instant wetness consuming him is what sends Din to his finish line. He continues thrusting, shakily, through his own orgasm, his load coating every inch of you, both inside and out. You wanted a mess, so he truly gave you a mess.

He releases the hold on your legs to wrap his arms around you, his entire body flush against yours as your legs wrap themselves tightly around him again. He’s still inside you, his hips softly still moving in and out as he leaves kisses all along your lips, your jawline, your neck.

The way you feel, full of him and him, has your hips meeting his small advances, both of you reveling in the aftershock of your highs as you use the pleasure to ease you back down.

“You okay, mesh’la?” Din asks eventually when you both come to an exhausted, satiated halt.

“Perfect, my sweet boy,” you smile, repeating your sentiment from earlier. “You okay, though?” You ask hesitantly, and not about what you two just did together. He brings his lips to yours. Soft, and not in a way to arouse you again. In a way that says thank you and I love you in a way spoken tongue will never be able to convey.

“I will be,” he answers truthfully. “Pick a planet, you can pick me apart after we get food.”

“Sounds like a deal, baby.”

“Come, let’s get cleaned up.” He kisses your forehead before he untangles himself and pulls you up to your feet as well, both of you making your way to the refresher.

In the corner of his eye, he sees his now semi-shiny boot, starting to dry off in the midst of everything else you two did. He smirks to himself.

You catch it, of course. “What’re you smiling at, Djarin?”

“Nothing,” he says nonchalantly. “Just… I clean my armor and boots after every bounty.”

“And?” You ask, still not realizing where he’s headed.

“I don’t know if I wanna clean my boots anymore.”

Your eyebrows raise to the middle of your forehead, eyes bulging out of your face. “Din!” you slap his chest. Then, your face goes stern. “You will be cleaning those boots more often if you want me to do that again."

Oh.

“Yes, ma’am.”

End notes:

Thank you so much for reading, I really hope you guys enjoyed this one! Please let me know what you guys think, I really love hearing your guys’ reactions and feedback!🫶

Also, did y’all clock how many orgasms reader had in this damn thing?! Coochie of fucking steel fr 😭😭

Moon divider by @saradika-graphics 🩶

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sasa-slayer · 5 months

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Hi! This is a little imagine about Jacob imprinting on best friend!reader. I have a bunch of more ideas about this relationship, so let me know if you want to see them!

WARNING: one F-bomb and I think that’s it. Also, reader is gender neutral :)

Jacob Black was my best friend, my other half.

I met him when I moved to forks at 12 years old. I was riding my bike when he passed me on his bike, declared he was winning the “race”. He was so focused on beating me, he missed a turn and crashed into a bush. After laughing for a while, I greeted my future best friend.

We were both homeschooled and spent so many days playing games or doing homework together. And as we got older, I would sit and sketch or read as he worked on cars and bikes.

We did everything together, Jacob, I, and our other two main friends, Quil and Embry. So, you can imagine how confused and hurt Jacob and I were when they stopped talking to us; but, we promised we would never do that to each other.

Yet, Jacob hasn’t spoken to me in 3 weeks. I called him every other day, his dad saying he needed time, so I gave him space. But I was worried that I should be there to help him through whatever he was going through. I just wanted to see that he was ok.

So, I couldn’t stand by and hope for the best any longer. As the rain thundered down against my window, I pulled on my haindpainted mushroom-patterned converse and hopped on my bike.

I arrived and kicked off my muddy shoes as Jacob’s dad, Billy, opened the door with shock, immediately trying to get me to leave.

“I’m sorry, But I have to know he’s ok.” I pushed passed Billy, and sprinted to Jacob’s room. This house was my second home, so I knew how to move my hips just right to avoid any furniture.

When, I finally reached his door, I hesitated. Deciding it was best to give him a warning before I barged in, I knocked loudly, and then opened the door slowly.

“What’s going on-“

Jacob has just stood up, clearly just waking up, as I stood in the door way.

and then it happened.

Jacob slowly dropped to his knees, but I barely noticed. I had fallen down backwards, confused.

Moments of Jacob’s and my past flashing before my eyes. Me cleaning his scratched up knee as I introduced myself, him throwing me in the water at La push, us sitting in my bedroom as I braided his hair.

And then I saw moments that had never occurred. Me at a bonfire surrounded by people I didn’t know but they felt strangely familiar, Jacob engulfing me into a hug as I cried pulling a suitcase behind me, me in a beautiful purple dress and Him in a gorgeous green tux as we said our vows.

“It’s you…” I heard Jacob whisper.

I looked up to see Billy had wheeled his way over to us, and I looked at him and Jacob in terror. “What the fuck just happened?”

“I’ll gather up everyone and then we’ll explain everything” Billy said as he wheeled himself towards the phone.

I looked at Jacob for comfort, but I got lost in the emotion of his eyes. There was confusion, regret, contentment, and even excitement. And then he broke out in the biggest grin and engulfed me in a bear hug, inhaling into my neck.

I hugged back, shaking from the intensity of the flurry of emotions I felt.

“After avoiding me for three weeks, you mentally slap me with some weird voodoo magic. What a friend you are” I laugh out, pulling him into an even tighter embrace. “I’m so kicking your ass after I make sure you’re ok”

Jacob let out a breathy chuckle, swaying with me as we hugged.

“…Also, what the hell happened to your hair?”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months

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Life in the City 3

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bad friends, creep behaviour, abuse of power dynamics, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You move to the big city and find yourself swallowed up by its chaos.

Characters: Clark Kent, Thor Odinson, short!reader

Note: A brief reprieve from the snakish prince.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Please do not just put ‘more’. I will block you. No tag list, do not ask for updates.

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

You sleep lightly, A restless night that leaves your skull fragile. You give up your attempts as the sun rises through the windows. You sit up and stretch, looking around the soft hues limning the walls of Melanie’s apartment.

You stand and move cautiously through the space. You change in the bathroom, doing your best not to make too much noise as you go out to grab your bag. You brush your teeth and tidy up. You’ll have a shower when you get home.

You emerge and look around, making sure you haven’t left anything out. You take the time to clean up the snacks from the night before and place everything away in the cupboard. You know Melanie’s on a diet but it feels wrong to take it all back with you.

As you zip up your bag, a shadow darkness the hallway and you look up as Clark tussles his dark hair and stretches. You glimpse at him briefly, mortified to find him shirtless, his hard torso exposed above the low elastic of his sweatpants.

“Morning,” his voice is silty with sleep, “what… are you leaving already?”

“Well, I… I should head off. Get out of your way,” you shrug as you speak quietly, “plus, I got chores…”

“Oh, do you need a ride,” he lets his hand drag down his chest as you shift awkwardly, clinging to your knapsack.

“Um, that’s nice, but I’ll just catch the bus–”

“The bus?” He echoes, “let me throw on a shirt and get myself together. I can’t let you just sneak off.”

“Erm, I guess… I could wait and say goodbye to Melanie, I just thought–”

“Yeah, she won’t be up for a while,” he drops his arms, his chest puffed proudly, “you know, she drank a lot. She wasn’t feeling too well. You didn’t hear her?”

“What? I…” you blink and avoid his gaze, “I was asleep, I didn’t hear anything.”

“Oh, yeah, she was sick in the middle of the night. Pretty bad. I tell her not to drink on an empty stomach.”

“Ah, uh, yeah, that’s awful,” you sputter, “I… I’m sorry to rush out, it’s just I got a lot to catch up.”

“No problem. I’ll save you waiting for the bus,” he says, “won’t be long at all.”

“Oh, okay, but–”

“Really, it’s no trouble. If I don’t wake her up with a real latte, she’ll bite my head off,” he chuckles, “hungover Melanie is not nice Melanie.”

“Right,” you try to laugh but it’s more a croak, “I’ll just be… here then.”

🏙️

You sit in the car silently. The tension is roiling. You don’t know why you agreed. You could have insisted; the bus won’t be long…

Too late for that. You’re stuck now. At least there’s not much traffic. You hug your bag in your lap, anxious to just get home. He drives patiently despite the empty streets, taking his time as he turns onto the next street.

“So, chores, sounds exciting,” he teases.

“Mm, yeah, I guess,” you agree squeakily.

“What else are Saturday’s for? Guess you’re headed back to work on Monday?”

You nod, “mhmm.”

“How is it? Work? You making lots of friends?”

You almost feel like a kid. It reminds you of when your dad would pick you up from school and ask what trouble you go into. You twiddle your fingers against your bag.

“Um, well, everyone sort’ve keeps to themselves,” you eke out, “there’s a lot of work so…”

“You’ll settle in. I’m sure you’ll find lots of friends,” he slows and flips on his blinker, “I mean, you already have.” You tilt your head and glance at him in confusion, “me.”

“Oh, uh, sure, yeah, sorry, I’m tired,” you laugh nervously.

“So,” he rolls into the lot of the Coffee Bean, “want something?”

“You don’t have to–”

“I’m stopping by anyway, no biggie,” he insists, “coffee, tea?”

You pick at the zipper of your bag. He’s so nice. Too nice. But that’s not a real problem, you’re just making it into one. Last night… what did he do so wrong? Pull a blanket over you? It was cold.

“Sure, could I just get an iced green tea, please and thank you?” You unzip your bag and fish around.

He steers into the drive through and puts in his order at the speaker, listing off Melanie’s complicated lite syrup, half-foam, coconut milk monstrosity at the end. You pull out your wallet as he’s directed to the window.

“My treat,” he insists.

“Really, it’s just three bucks.”

“Exactly,” he insists, “you brought all those treats last night, the least I can do is buy you an iced tea.”

“Thanks,” you sniff and look out the window.

“I’ll make sure Mel gives you a call. You two can hash this out,” he stops and waits at the window, “she needs a friend like you. All the others are so… well, they’re not as nice as you.”

“Maybe, I… if she wants to call. I don’t want to bug her.”

“Bug her? Oh, sweetie, she doesn’t deserve a friend like you,” he says, “but I’m being selfish and I think you’d be a good influence.”

You nod again, put off by his tone. It’s like he’s a parent the way he talks about Melanie. Almost like he’s trying to mould her into something. Someone like him, with his name and his looks, you’re sure he could find someone who already fits right in.

The window opens and he takes the tray of drinks. He hands you yours before sliding the other two into the cup holders. He flings the cardboard tray onto the backseat and continues through the exit. He idles at the signs.

“I forgot, which way am I going?”

You point him in the right direction, nearly sighing in relief. You’re almost home. You just want to hide away in your shame and never be perceived again.

🏙️

You’re not very surprised when Melanie doesn’t call. Not on Saturday or Sunday. You’re grateful that she doesn’t. You’re trying to forget about the movie night gone wrong. It’s probably better off. You’ve both changed a lot since high school, or maybe you haven’t changed enough.

You go through your usual. You’re not a liar, you do have chores. Dishes, laundry, floors, dusting… You keep yourself busy in an effort to block out the memory of the night. You won’t be watching Never Been Kissed ever again, that’s for sure.

Monday morning greets you with a new start but it all feels so stale. The routine is the same as the weeks before. Wake up, green tea in a thermos, pack your lunch, make yourself presentable, and out the door to catch the bus.

You enjoy the route, letting it lull your pre-work jitters. You’ve been there going on a month and somehow you still feel out-of-place. It’s not like before, where you knew all the people at your work study, or in high school where the associates in the department store joked around more than they ever did the price changes.

You stroll up to the building, slowing behind a pair of men in tailored suits. You feel like a minnow in a sea of sharks. You follow them inside as they drop the door on you. They’re important. They’re chatting about an important meeting and business trip next week. You’ll be dutifully perched at your desk, roving through spreadsheets.

The salesmen are higher up the chain than you in the ecosystem of the company. You’re somewhere along the lower-middle ground, below the lions and the hyenas. You’re off with Timon and Pumbaa, trying not to get eaten.

You step onto the elevator with them, shrinking down. You’re invisible to them. You’re not Stella in her red-soled stilettos and tight pencil skirts, or Ginnifer in her high-buns and sleek pantsuits. You feel like a little girl playing dress up even in your simple powder blue cardigan and flowered skirt.

The elevator bings and the men nearly bowl you over as they brush past you on each side. You get off after them and scurry away to your desk. You see Stella now, sipping a tall latte as she purrs at Tony. She struts down the hall ahead of him as she calls back about some expense report.

You tuck your bag under your desk and get yourself situated. You plunk down your thermos beside your mouse and boot up. You roll your ankles under the desk, your Keds soft-soled but comfortable. You can’t run for the bus in heels.

You steel yourself for another day buried in Excel columns. You sign in and push back the cap on the lid of your cup. Steam escapes and you let the heat escape before you dare taste it. You pull up your inbox and scroll through your emails. Your task list is ever longer by the day.

Your work isn’t unimportant. You give the analytics to the salesman and the big suits. You provide the numbers for their strategy but for them, all that is menial. That’s not the real meat of the company. You and all the other ants in the hill are dispensable.

You push your chair back as you reach into your bag for your notebook. As you do, the back collides with something. You quickly roll back in, knocking your head on the edge of the desk as you do. You rub your brow as you spin to face the obstruction.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you babble up at the tall man.

He’s big, blond, and burly, and wears a suit that demarcates him as one of them. You don’t need an introduction, everyone knows who he is. The COO is memorable for more than his title. His booming voice and towering size set him apart from all the other men in their leather shoes and skinny ties.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you stand but still have to crane your neck to look at him, “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“That’s quite alright,” he smiles broadly, “are you alright? You took quite a bump.”

“Oh,” you drop your hand from your head, “yeah, I’m fine, sir. Thank you. I was just… looking for something.”

“So long as you’re alright. However, I am the safety officer, I could have a look,” he offers.

“Really, I’m fine,” you insist, “I didn’t mean to do that–”

“I didn’t mind so much,” he assures you, “I don’t know you. You’re new. Leah’s replacement?”

“Um, I think,” you look at your desk, “I wouldn’t know.”

“Of course not,” he accepts, “Thor Odinson.”

He holds out his large hand. You consider it and give him your own. Your hand is tiny in comparison as he easily wraps his fingers around it. You supply your name with a squeak.

“Ah, I like that,” he praises, “well, you have a wonderful day. And welcome to the company.”

“Yes, sir,” you rescind your hand as he releases it. His cologne wafts towards you, vanilla underscored by something woodsy.

“Thor,” he affirms.

You repeat his name and clutch your hands together. He lingers, looking you up and down, then turns on his heel. You watch him go before you sit.

You want to hold your head and hide. What did he think of you? This girl in her thin wool cardigan and lace-up sneakers. You don’t know why you care so much. He’s your boss but not directly. He’s probably already forgotten about you.

You cringe and swirl your mouse around. Focus. You’re at work. This isn’t high school or college. This isn’t about making friends and all that. It doesn’t matter what he thinks of you, your work matters.

You lean into the screen and squint at the tight boxes, increasing their size as you open a new report. For all your studying, you never saw yourself sitting there fighting with numbers all day. Percentages, rates, medians, mean… how boring.

You jolt as you feel your bag buzz against your leg. You look behind you before you push your chair out this time and bring your bag into your lap. You retrieve your notebook as you remember the cause of your first folly then fish out your phone.

You bring down the menu and set it to silent. Before you hit lock, you see the message beaming back at you. It’s from Melanie.

‘Hey girl. Let’s talk.’

You frown. You’d already accepted that Mel was done with you. She was always good at holding a grudge, even for the slightest offence. You wonder if Clark really had talked to her. You leave it unread and tuck your phone away, dropping your bag back to the floor and shoving it away with your toes.

As you return your attention to your monitor, you sense something behind it. There, across the room, you meet Thor’s eyes as he stares at you. He has a red mug of coffee in his hand as he sips. He pulls the brim away from his lips and grins, sending a wink in your direction.

You blink and look over your shoulder. Who is he looking at? You turn back to face him again. He’s gone. Ah, whoever it was, must’ve caught up to him.

You shake off the collision and the text message. Work!

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lilspacewolfie · 2 months

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Papas Caring For Hospitalized Reader

Spawned from pure self-indulgence. I've been through more hospital visits these last four weeks than I have my entire life. I want someone to bundle me up and make my hand better. I hate hospitals and operations *sobs*. Enjoy nonetheless!

Content: 2k words, Papas x gn!reader, SFW, bullet-pointed format, mentions of hospitals, needles (only mentioned), mention of general anaesthetic, angst, hurt/comfort, anxiety, lots of sweetness, you're getting pampered, no beta we die like nihil!)

This man will do everything in his power to make sure you’re looked after and relaxed.

Tea for days! He will try different flavours until he finds the one you like.

Dives headfirst into deep research as to which herbs help your injury heal, as well as calm your nerves. He knows his plants well, but he wants to know more. You deserve the best of the best.

Insists on going with you for infirmary visits even when you tell him you’re fine (you’re not really, but you just don't want him to worry.)

He will anyway.

Chronic worrier, especially given his age.

He takes his health VERY seriously, yours too! The Ministry has the best medical care around.

If you need a wound cleaned, stitches taken out, or other medicines, it's the place to get it.

Primo will be with you as much as he’s able to, even if that means he’s sitting for a long time while you’re being treated.

When you’re free and discharged—bandaged, bruised and probably feeling sore, he’ll take you back to his room for some TLC.

Will have a bath or shower with you, (in his jungle of a washroom), depending on what you prefer and smother you with all your favourite scents.

He’s a deeply caring individual and shows it openly.

Will speak gently to you, whisper sweetly and ensure you’re not overstimulated more than you have been.

“Shh, I know. I know amore. It’ll be over soon, just breathe for me.”

He knows how much you hate hospital/doctor visits.

You can squeeze his hand if you want.

If you need space for a bit after everything, he’ll gladly give it.

If not, prepare to receive a lot of kisses, especially on your forehead (a lot of them, like… SO many.)

He will help you bathe if you’re unable to, running a foaming washcloth over your skin carefully.

Let him wash your hair! It’s one of the things he adores doing for you!

Once you’re washed, warm and feeling more relaxed it’s time for more tea in bed with a snack if you want one!

He insists. Even if you don't feel like eating, try to drink something for him <3

“It will help you feel good and relax, Il mio fiore.” (My flower)

Fluids are important (wink-wonk).

Reminds you to take your meds like clockwork (always with tea and water)

You’re his petalo (petal) and he loves you dearly.

Will wrap you up in the mountain of blankets and faux furs he has on his lush bed. He’s old, he feels the cold more than others. At least he has you to keep him warm.

Secondo hates when you’re hurt/hurting in any capacity.

Even if it's something minor, he’ll worry about it to the point where he loses sleep over it.

He’s a big, brooding mother hen.

The Emeritus curse of being a chronic worrier doesn’t stop at Primo.

This man wants you to be okay and it kills him when you’re not.

Will also go with you to the infirmary and stay with you.

The staff always find him a little intimidating, but they know he’s just worried sick. He’s kind to everyone, but honestly, he won't speak much unless spoken to.

“Are you alright, mio tesoro?” Is what he mainly asks, his voice so low it's close to a rumble.

Tries his best to make you feel relaxed.

Will make really, god-awful dad jokes that are so bad you do laugh.

He will quietly hold your hand the entire time, rubbing his bare fingers over our knuckles.

You rarely see him remove his gloves in public, but he HAS to be touching you. He insists.

He’s had enough knocks and breaks in his life to know how fragile the human body can be, but also how incredible it is at self-repair.

That doesn’t mean he views you as a fragile thing that needs to be wrapped in wool, but he loves you so deeply he would if you let him.

He admires your strength and resolve as you put up with being poked and prodded (by needles or with doctors.)

Once you’re released from care, good luck getting him to be anywhere less than within touching distance.

You’re getting a kiss. Lots of them. Mostly chaste and gentle.

You can tell it's because he worries about hurting you.

He relaxes a bit more when you kiss him HARD and bite at his bottom lip.

Will also help you bathe and shower. Again, touching distance. Just let him be near you for his own sanity.

Though he wouldn’t be upset if you need some space. He’s very understanding if you’re overstimulated.

Will linger outside the door in case you need anything.

Let him dry you off and dress you in comfortable clothes. He can see you that way.

He can see you’re still with him and that you’re safe.

He’ll touch you slowly, running his large hands over your skin.

Will spoon you once you’re in bed or let you curl into him.

He’ll bury his nose in your hair, breathe you in and say a wordless prayer to Lucifer that you recover quickly.

“Ti amo.” You hear him whisper as he presses a kiss to your forehead and strokes your hair.

Only falls asleep once he’s sure you have, holding you close the entire night.

Terzo. Oh, Terzo.

Emeritus curse of being a chronic worrier? Check. Turn it up to eleven.

Unlike Secondo, Terzo is open with his worries.

He’s a fair mix of his brothers, both gentle and occasionally stoic given the shape you’re in.

If it's something minor, he’ll try to play it off with a bit of humour like he tends to do. He’ll make bad jokes (oh ho, you thought Secondo’s were bad just wait for this.)

If it’s something you need an operation for, this man will be silently out of his mind. *insert any internally screaming gif here*

He takes pride in his appearance, but you’ll start to notice cracks—dishevelled hair, a button not done up or a smudge of his paint.

It would worry you more if he didn’t have Omega or one of his brothers to make sure he’s drinking and eating regularly.

Tries to hide his stress. Fails. Rinse and repeat.

He doesn’t want you to worry about him, you’re the one in pain, about to be put under and Lucifer… What's he going to do if something happens?

He loves you. Adores you. You’re his life.

He knows how much you hate being stuck in hospitals and it pains him to see you stressed. The last thing he wants to do is add to that, so he’ll play it cool.

When you go in he’s pacing the halls.

Rest assured, the healthcare of the Ministry has you in safe hands.

It puts Terzo at ease, but don't expect him to leave your side when everything is over. He will sit at your bedside, kiss your knuckles and stroke your hair.

Let him touch you. Just let him.

He’s been through so much heartache in his life.

Will kiss each of your fingers and whisper sweet words to you.

“You’ll be okay, vita mia. Cuore mio. I’m here. I’m with you.” (My life. My heart.)

Maybe he’ll hum some songs too.

You’re his everything.

Once you’re ready and well enough to leave, you’re getting pampered to hell and back. This man worships the ground you walk on.

Whatever you want it's not too much. A bath? A shower? Just to get into bed and fall asleep? Terzo’s right there with you.

Dinner in his massive, plush bed with your favourite movie.

When you’re ready to sleep he’ll plaster himself to you. He would crawl inside your skin if he could.

Fitful sleeper. Wakes up a few times just to make sure you’re ok.

Eventually sleeps soundly once you kiss his worries away.

Stroke his hair. He’s a sucker for that!

*Copia is not Nihil’s son in my verses/AUs unless explicitly stated.*

He’s learned bad habits from the Papas it seems.

Worrier. Yes, it's chronic. Seriously, are we sure this isn’t like the flu?

Paces a lot.

Good luck getting him to sit still.

If he's not pacing, he’s as close to you as physics will allow.

Lots of touching. Will rest his head by your hip if he’s tired from all that pacing.

Perfect opportunity to run your fingers through his hair.

He’ll hold your hands and kiss your knuckles.

All that stress tires him out.

“Mi dispiace, amore. Non sto aiutando,” he’ll whisper brokenly. (I'm sorry, amore. I'm not helping.)

You two probably end up curled up on the bed of the infirmary together if you have been waiting a while. A nap won't hurt.

You kiss slowly as you get comfortable, limbs tangled.

The angle is a bit awkward.

The sleep helps but he’s still going to be stressed when he wakes up.

Will get you anything you need. A drink or food, perhaps one of the really nice yogurts they do at the visitor's cantine.

Will ask the nurses and doctors SO many questions. He likes to be informed. Gets stressed if anything is unclear.

Maybe he should be in this infirmary bed and not you.

Prepare to be coddled once you’re discharged.

You’re both taking a long, hot bath or shower.

He wants to wash you down so he can see you and make sure you’re ok. Lots of tender kisses to your skin.

Ends up with you in his arms under the hot water just swaying together.

You’re wearing his clothes. No, not just because he likes how they look on you but because they’re baggy and won't irritate your skin *cough*. Sure Copia.

He’ll order your favourite food and you can watch a movie in his room together.

Will mother hen you, constantly ask if you need anything, and make sure your water glass is full.

He probably will cry. It’s just been so much.

You can cry together if you want. You both understand.

Also like clockwork when it comes to medication (if you’re taking any.)

Curls up in bed with you. You both sleep like the dead after such a long, stressful day.

Breakfast in bed when you wake up.

*Copia is not Nihil’s son in my verses/AUs unless explicitly stated.*

Copia might not be of the Emeritus blood, but unholy shit does the curse of being a chronic worrier catch like wildfire.

He’s Papa now he’s gotta be strong.

Will put on a brave face. But underneath he’s still the cardinal he was years back.

He’ll worry and fret and pace. There's no changing some things.

While he’s outwardly less anxious, this poor man has so much weighing on his shoulders after he took over to front the band.

Inwardly it's chaos.

His hair is never quite as smoothed back as it normally is and his paint is a touch worn.

There are some things you can't change about a man. Not really.

Prepare to be coddled, again. The mother hen has never left the coop.

He’s going to pamper you when he gets you back to his room. Of course, you’re staying with him, he’s not letting you go.

So. Many. Kisses.

This man loves kissing you. He adores you so.

A bath in his spacious tub is just what the doctor ordered. You lay against him and relax in the dim with only the light of candles.

Finally lets himself cry.

You shush him, kiss him and remind him that you love him and that you’re ok.

He loves you so much he can't even express it. The thought of losing you kills him.

He tries to push your hands away when you take a cloth to his paint. You’re the one who's been hurt and poked at all day, he’s supposed to be caring for you!

Eventually relents because you both know you need this.

More kisses and mutual washing. You love seeing how his skin pinkens across his cheek, arms and back. It brings out the pretty freckles all over his body.

When you both get into bed, tangled up again, Copia will whisper how much he loves you until he’s too tired to talk anymore.

You both sleep like the dead.

masterlist ⛧ Ao3

#ghost #the band ghost #papa emeritus i #primo #papa emeritus i x reader #primo x reader #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa emeritus ii #secondo #secondo x reader #papa emeritus iii #terzo #papa emeritus iii x reader #terzo x reader #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #gender neutral reader

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satuguro · 1 year

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⠀ཾ ༚ MORE FUN WITH THREE!

chad meeks martin x ethan landry x reader

#SYNOPSIS— nsfw/sfw head canons about dating ethan and chad <3

#CONTAINS— (sfw) domesticity!!, slight angst, comfort, overall fluff ; (nsfw) daddy/mommy kink, degradation, praise, and a lot more but those are the mains!

#AUTHORSNOTE— there isn’t enough domestic chad/ethan/reader stuff so i wrote this xx

#SFW

— you guys pined for each other for a while until any of you made a move. lots of longing looks and deep talk nights and sleepovers that felt more intimate than ‘just friend’ activities.

— but surprisingly, it was ethan who confessed first. the three of you were sharing a blunt around a pool during a party, and he suddenly started rambling about how much he liked you both romatically.

“it’s just like,” ethan breathes, leaning his head on your shoulder and absentmindedly fidgeting with chad’s fingers. “i talk a lot, right? i ramble and i talk and can’t ever seem to shut up— at least i’m self aware, y/n! —but when i look at the two of you.. it’s like my words just can’t come out. and i become quiet because i don’t know how you two exist.”

— ever since that night, you guys began dating!

— now this is not gonna be one of those head-cannons about how everything went smoothly because trust me it didn’t for a while.

— it was really up and down for the first year. chad has a bad habit of being jealous, which is nice if he wasn’t so in denial when you or ethan point it out.

— ethan has a tendency to space out/disassociate when things get too stressful (a result of his history with his family), which takes a lot of work and patience to work through. thankfully, you and chad have all the patience in the world for him.

— and you wouldn’t open up to them for a while, oftentimes running how you really felt and the bad parts of your past through a filter to make it seem not as bad (even though chad and ethan could read you like a book).

— there’s a lot more, but i will say that i don’t think ethan or chad is the type to really raise their voice during an argument. disagreements are resolved through firm talking between the three of you, and even when someone wants to scream or yell at the other person, they know that you all hate the sound of angry yelling, so you find others ways to cool off.

— anyways! you guys moved in together a year and a half into your relationship.

— chad’s the clean one and ethan’s the messy one (mainly bc he gets distracted by other stuff and forgets ro clean up after himself).

— both boys love sitting/joining you when you’re doing your hobbies. sometimes they even wanna learn from you! chad is a very quick learner while ethan is very eager to learn

— movie nights, video game nights, study nights, etc. are a very common thing bc all of you procrastinate college shit (except for chad, who is somehow more on top of it than you and ethan).

— chad can cook, ethan can bake, and you can do both! so meals are usually made by you and chad while ethan makes dessert.

— ethan also stress bakes.

the lack of a third body in your bed made you sit up groggily from your bed. “chad? chad,” you mumbled, shaking chad’s shoulder next to you, making him grumble a weak response. “where’s ethan?”

and as the two of you walked out, you still wrapped in your comforter, you were shocked to find your boyfriend making his third batch of cake pops over the counter. his hair was tousled and eye bags hung under his brown eyes, but ethan looked more awake than ever. his spider-man shirt was stained with flour and his pajama pants hung loosely around his waist. “ethan,” chad said with a sigh, “babes, it’s 3 am.”

“yeah but,” ethan began, whisking from frosting. “i have an exam in like two days and i needed to relax so i’m baking!”

“ethan, baby, come back to bed.”

— chad and ethan are sore losers!! every time the three of you play video games and you win they both sulk for like 10 minutes. but if you lose and one of them wins, they’re so cocky and they’re teasing you about it (assholes).

"guys, please talk to me," you said, watching as ethan stubbornly sat next to chad on the other side of the couch, pulling the blanket tight over the both of them and not around you."

"no," chad stated, putting an arm over ethan's shoulders and pulling him close. "this is what happens when you cheat at mario kart."

you huffed in annoyance before standing up, grabbing the blanket and forcing yourself in with them, ignoring their protests.

"y/n, you already won!" ethan groaned, still making room for you regardless of how much of a sore loser he was.

— you guys sleep on a king bed in a shared room and take turns being in the middle. usually chad likes being in the middle because that means he gets to feel both you and ethan sleeping on his chest.

— chad sleeps earlier than the both of you so sometimes he has to listen to you and ethan talk about basically nothing 30 minutes before going to bed.

“yeah, sex is great, but have you ever yawned so hard you felt tears?” ethan said, his face turned to yours as the three of you laid in bed.

chad heard you chuckle softly before saying, “it’s kind of like stretching so hard you cough. wait— does that mean you’d rather yawn with tears over having sex with us?”

“what? no!”

— sometimes when one of you is coming home late, you have nights with only one of them.

— when ethan is coming home late, you and chad both prepare a meal together. light music is playing in the background while you both prepare three plates (another for ethan when he gets home). chad has a habit of wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his head on your shoulder while you cook. then after dinner you both watch a horror movie with popcorn (chad knows all the best horror movies thanks to mindy.) and take a shower together.

— when chad is coming home late, ethan helps you make dinner (he just chops vegetables and sometimes meat. poor boy can’t cook) and is constantly snacking on the food before it’s even prepared. you both save chad a plate before having a little ‘spa day.’ you both take a bath and put on face masks and (mildly) catch each other up on gossip.

— when you’re coming home late, either chad makes dinner and ethan helps or he does the work and ethan sits on the counter and tells him about all the drama (chad likes to say he doesn’t like listening, but you and ethan know he does). sometimes ethan makes him do a face mask with him and then they go play video games for the rest of the night until you come home.

— your apartment has a loveseat on the side that you all like to cuddle on while your friends are over.

— folding clothes together in the living room while watching shows like bob’s burgers.

— you guys definitely have a cat that’s named ‘kelp’ or something weird like that. when you first got the cat chad was def a little disappointed (he wanted a dog) but now he’s your cat’s favorite (much to you and ethan’s chagrin).

— whenever you say ‘i love you,’ there’s always two responses of ‘i love you more,’ back. and that phrase is something really important to the three of you.

— you like to say it during the times when you really mean it. you always love them, but there’s random times where you’re just watching them talk to each other at the dinner table and you’ll just say ‘i love you,’ because how nice is it that you can always have dinner with them?

— ethan incorporates it into his daily phrases, stuff like, “i’m gonna go now, i love you!” and “good night, i love you.” he also says it a lot while he’s drunk (he’s a sucker for you and chad, what can he say).

— chad says it during random times. sometimes he’ll just walk by you or ethan in the kitchen, pressing brief kisses to your shoulders and murmuring, “i love you.” or he’ll taste something you or ethan made and say, “oh my god, i love you. this is incredible.”

— ethan talks a lot and you and chad listen.

— sometimes chad and ethan both ramble to you about something that you know nothing about but do you care? no, because you do the exact same thing and they are always so interested

— chad and ethan go on gym dates and chad always makes ethan his pre workout for him in the morning before they leave <3

— you guys also have a shared groupchat! ethan uses it to send photos throughout his day of random things with cute little comments like ‘look at this dog i saw ◡̈’ or ‘i ordered what y/n usually gets at starbucks! i think it’s actually pretty good!’

—you use it to send photos of when you see him or chad across campus. honestly you do it cause you think it’s funny how most of the photos you take look like they’re from a stalker.

— chad uses it to send photos of the sky whenever he thinks it’s pretty (because it reminds him of the both of you). he also uses it to get yours or ethan’s opinion on something, whether it’s clothes, what he’s buying from the store, etc.

— whenever one of you is stressed/sad you have two people giving you comfort immediately. of course chad is always the one who asks, “do you want comfort or advice?” just because he wants to make sure he’s doing the right thing. but regardless the three of you have learned how to take care of each other.

#NSFW

— there was definitely a moment before you all began dating where ethan said, “wait, does that mean i’m gonna die a virgin?” and you and chad caught each other staring at ethan as though you were willing to change that for him.

chad noticed you stare at ethan, eyes set on him as though you were weighing the consequences of fucking your best friend in your head (not that chad could say anything; he was doing the same thing). your eyes noticed chad’s look, making you raise a brow at him.

“what’re you looking at, chad?”

“what’re you looking at, y/n?”

— ethan has the biggest sex drive out of the three of you. he was really inexperienced when you all started dating but after you and chad taught him the ropes he’s literally always horny.

— chad definitely prefers to be in charge in the bedroom (daddy kink for the win) but he’s actually a switch. you and ethan are only people he’s ever been submissive for.

— you’re a switch for the most part, but you do enjoy domming both chad and ethan (because who wouldn’t?) especially when they both start teasing you out in public/throughout the day (which happens a lot).

— ethan’s definitely a switch but he does prefer to be submissive to you and chad because he has a raging daddy/mommy kink oops

— you and ethan are pretty vocal in bed, but chad isn’t. a lot of the noises he makes is groans and dirty talk (which is literally filthy).

— but one time you and ethan were teasing him and chad let out a whine. when i tell you the tables changed so quickly..

— chad also does this lazy smile/smirk when one of you is riding him/sucking him off that makes him look so cocky and he knows it.

— chad’s cockiness also def shows through in his degradation/praise.

“that’s it, suck my cock,” chad murmured, one of his arms behind his head as ethan took his cock into his mouth. you were right next to him, licking at chad’s balls as ethan began bobbing his head. the poor boy was a mess of saliva and tears dripping down his chin, his head of curls gripped tightly by chad as his hips thrusted his fat cock deeper into ethan’s mouth.

a needy whine left your lips as ethan pulled off of chad’s cock, gasping in a breath before continuing to stroke it in his hands. then you both leaned in, eyes set on chad and the lazy smile on his face, before your tongues met at chad’s tip. with his tip in between your mouths, you and ethan made out with each other, whimpers and low moans falling from your mouths. licking into ethan’s mouth and tonguing at chad’s fat tip, you moaned at the sloppiness of it all, feeling yours and ethan’s saliva drip down your chins.

the lewd sight alone made chad moan, head falling back briefly. “god, you’re both so needy. you love sucking my dick that much that you both wanna share?”

“mm.. yes daddy.”

— sex is serious for the most part but sleepy sex/morning sex is always so giggly for you guys. especially when ethan and chad want to eat you out together.

“chad— dude, you gotta move to the side,” ethan groaned, trying to move himself next to the taller man. your legs were spread wide, both of them held open by chad’s hand and ethan’s, and feeling their two eyes on you, you suddenly felt exposed.

“how do we—” chad began leaning his head in at the same time as ethan’s and bumping their heads, making them both laugh. carding your hands through their hair, you couldn’t help but giggle before it turned into a moan.

chad and ethan’s tongue met in the middle as they spread your legs wider. leaning over, chad went to suck on your clit while ethan leaned down to fuck your sopping hole with his tongue, making your back arch. “there you go,” chad murmured, breath fanning over your cunt as he massages the inside of your thighs.

“mm, you taste so good, y/n,” ethan said, eyes hazy as he slipped a finger into you.

— sometimes ethan wakes the both of you up by giving you both head. he gets really needy! and if you wake up before him that’s how you wake chad up

— you love teasing them. sometimes you grind your ass against them a little too much while passing by them in the kitchen or you wear shorts around the apartment that you know chad loves, along with a tank top without a bra (so ethan’s practically drooling at your breasts)

— it usually ends with them being in charge that night. especially if your little teasing game goes on for the entire day and you pretend you know nothing about it; both of them want to punish you <3

“fuck— daddy, ‘m close,” ethan whined, throwing his head back as his cock slipped into your lips again. you peered up at him through heavy lashes, his length stifling your whimpers as chad’s cock sank deeper inside of you.

“go ahead, baby boy. cum all over y/n’s face,” chad said with a groan, watching shamelessly as your cunt took every inch of his thick cock. “fuck, you really love taking dick, huh?” he said with a breathless laugh, thrusting his hips into you harshly and reveling in the cry you let out. “too bad you won’t get to cum just yet. not until we’re finished.”

ethan let out a whine as he came all over your face, eyes set on how your tongue stuck out for him and the way it caught only some of his cum. the rest painted your face so beautifully that ethan couldn’t help but grab some with his thumb and put it into your mouth. obediently, your lips wrapped around his thumb and sucked off the rest of the cum.

— sorry not sorry ethan loves his ass ate idc. he becomes such a slit the second he feels you or chad’s tongue on his hole, arching his back and babbling, “mommy/daddy, more. please— oh fuck me.”

— chad also has an obsession with eating you out. when i tell you that man knows how to eat pussy i mean it. sit on his face, suffocate him— he wants it all as long as he’s between your thighs.

— that being said he also loves eating ethan out. primarily because ethan ends up crying and he’s just so pretty when he cries.

— chad’s sadistic/masochistic (he’s def a service top) and ethan’s the same way. but ethan’s sadism and masochism can go extreme; he loves denying you and chad of your orgasms over and over, but if you were to deny him of his over and over he’d love it more.

— chad sometimes just leans back and lets you and ethan do whatever you want to him. you could use his dick like a toy and ethan could ride his face and chad could die a happy man right there, knowing that he’s pleasuring the both of you.

— ethan has an oral fixation to the max. he always needs something in his mouth, whether it’s your tits, yours or chad’s fingers, chad’s cock, or your pussy, he just loves having his mouth full.

— whenever you’re domming, ethan is always so good while chad is nothing but a brat. but there are some rare occasions when ethan is being bratty and you and chad have to punish him.

“daddy— daddy slow down—!” ethan cried out, his hips automatically snapping against you as a result of chad’s pounding. he was crying at this point, fat tears streaming down his cheeks as he was stuck between chad’s thick cock and your tight pussy. his own cock was so hard, but the cock ring around it made it impossible for him to fuck a load into you. not that you or chad seemed to care.

“you wanted to act like such a brat earlier, ethan,” you said with faux pity, teeth digging into your bottom lip as ethan’s cock thrusted inside of you repeatedly.

“which means,” chad said, slapping ethan’s ass and making the boy moan, “you can’t give us fucking orders.” he thrusted deeper into his boyfriend, listening to the ‘uh, uh, uhs’ ethan let out as his cock fucked him harder.

“i wanna cum,” ethan sniffled, ignoring your scolding as he took your hips and thrusted into you, making your head fall back as you moaned deliciously. “daddy, p—please— mm, mm— let me cum, mommy.”

chad only chuckled darkly at that, letting out a low moan as he came inside ethan’s ass, filling him with cum— his first load of the night. “brats don’t get to cum.”

— i will say this rn; the aftercare is soso good.

— chad basically has all of your needs memorized by heart. bath? he already had it ready. food? there’s snacks on the bedside table. alone time? the guest room has its bed made and the t.v on. cuddles? of course, just let him clean you up and get you some water. don’t wanna get up? good, chad would rather you lay there while he gets everything ready.

— it kind of goes for all of you as well. you and chad are usually giving the aftercare while ethan’s receiving. but ethan knows the aftercare you both need too!

— especially after pretty hard scenes, ethan knows to reassure you both that he’s okay. it doesn’t happen often, but when you and chad feel horrible for talking to ethan in such a way, he goes out of his way to take care of you just like you both take care of him <3

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hi hi! i love ur writing and saw ur requests are open which is just my luck :D ... could i please request promt 6 + 35 with san? <3

my performance for you- choi san

a/n: hello! i haven’t taken any requests in a while, but, i think i’ll have a little fun with this one!

6. you’re my favorite girl

35. seeing me on stage gets you all worked up, hm?

warnings: swearing, smut, dom!san, sub!reader, sex backstage, rough sex, quickie, making out! if i missed anything, let me know!

MDNI. 18+

enjoy, my love !! 💜

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from the honey-toned, broad, clean muscles he holds, to the thighs and calves he uses to dance, you fall victim to his dance every night on tour. his eyes display a performance that you can no longer handle; leaving a puddle of arousal in the base of your panties.

his hips thrust to the beat as he grinds on the stage, making your legs quiver and your heat throb. you feel like you’re gonna explode if you don’t have him in you at that given moment. the crowd goes insane, girls your age yelling in excitement every time san’s legs move a certain way, or whenever his nipple peeks between the blouse he’s so loosely wearing. the slim fabric hugs his neck so perfectly as jongho tugs on it from behind him, leaving a thought in your brain you never want to erase.

your brain forms a sense of jealousy, clouding your head with unnecessary and delusional thoughts that san might show one of these fans the same level of attention. though he would never do that to you, you still feel like one of them might convince san well enough as you started off as an ATINY yourself.

the beat to ‘MATZ’ begins as san hurries off stage, resting and trying to catch his breath after a perfect performance he put on for you— knowing you were watching him backstage. he takes the seat right next to yours on the black couch, your breath hitching from the way his sweat glistens off of his temples and drips down his beautiful caramel neck. he catches you staring at his features, his dimple reaching his cheek.

“take a picture, it’ll last longer.” he laughs, almost sounding like a breath. his hand moves to your thigh, rubbing and caressing your skin. he catches his breath and sits up to look at you, admiring the way you admire him.

“you just look so good right now. it’s taking everything in me not to sit on your face.” you admit. your jaw drops in shock at how beautiful he looks. his hair drenched in sweat and water, the scent of his tobacco and cotton body oil diffusing into the air and into every breath you take makes your head spin at how fucking lucky you got to be with someone like san.

“yeah? seeing me on stage gets you all worked up, hm?”

he questions, almost sounding like concern. he inches closer to your face, turning towards you so he’s facing you. his hand moves up your skirt to brush over your soaked panties, earning a gasp from the man before you.

“oh my god, baby. you’re fucking soaked. talk to me. tell me what got you so wet.” his fingers tease your bud, making it hard for you to respond, only giving san a gasp. you attempt to throw your head back to relax against his touch, only for san to pull your head right back to how it was, so you could make eye contact as you tell him what’s gotten your legs quivering.

“you looked so good on stage and i got jealous that the girls in the crowd might…” you paused, feeling embarrassed that san might think you’re being ridiculous.

“might what? might take me from you?” he frowns, almost mocking you. as you look into his eyes, his fingers plunge straight back into your heat, making your head spin yet again. he picks up the pace, then slows it down once again.

“answer me. do you think i’ll let them have me? that i’ll let them take whats yours? answer me when i talk to you, butterfly.” he cups your jaw, squeezing your cheeks together and letting go, giving you the space to respond.

“no, fuck— stop—“ you shut your thighs tight, knowing that your orgasm is approaching you. you don’t want him to stop, but you’re so overwhelmed by the questions and the feeling of sans fingers in you, as well as the insecurity that you feel.

“i don’t hear a safeword, baby. i’m not stopping till you’re cumming all over my hand and my arm.” he thrusts his hand harder and faster, curling inside you, hitting that spot you need him to.

you reach your climax, san kissing your temple and lifting you up to sit on his lap.

“you’re so pretty, i could fuck you on stage and anyone would fucking love to see it. you’d want that, ‘cus you’re nasty, aren’t you?” he unzips his pants underneath you, his knuckles brushing against your heat, earning a gasp from you.

he lines himself up with your pussy, bringing your lips to his, sucking and kissing on your tongue, making you believe that you are the only one for him.

“you’re my favorite girl. wouldn’t let anyone take me from you, understand? i would never let— fuck— myself do that. you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous.” he fucks up into you as your hands hold onto his that are wrapped around your tiny throat. he squeezes harder, pushing you down onto his cock while he rapidly pounds and hits that spot.

“fuck! san, slow down. i ca- it’s too much!” tears blanket over your doe eyes, while san rides out your high desperately. he moves his middle and index finger to your mouth, watching the way you’re sucking and swallowing his fingers. he snakes his two fingers down to rub fast circles on your clit.

“i’m just claiming what’s mine. kiss me, baby. let me taste you.” you take a deep breath to manage your breathing before you focus on kissing him.

he grabs a fist full of your hair, deepening the kiss while you feel yourself cumming all over the base of his cock.

“s..sannie. i feel you in my stomach— cum for me, daddy.” you moan. you feel him twitch in your stomach, your walls painted white as san empties himself in you.

he stills himself and catches his breath while you’re still on his lap, hearing the song come to an end.

“i belong to you, y/n. i only perform for you.” he kisses your delicate palms and brings your forehead to his kiss-bruised lips.

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oh my god !!

#kpop smut #kpop #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez san #san ateez #san x reader #choi san #san #ateez scenarios

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somekindofpoet · 11 months

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Missed Connection 7

Summary: A flight delay causes a chance meeting between R and Jenna Ortega

Word Count: 4K

Warnings: 18+ NSFW! smut, language

A/N: Have your tooth rotting fluff and be happy with it you gremlins <3 Also, I want to thank you guys for being so supportive and patient. You all are really the best

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

You wake to the sound of a shower running in the bathroom and the feeling of soft lips slowly moving up your spine. The blanket is draped around your waist, the pillow pressed into your chest.

You’re generally not a fan of mornings, but if your wake-up call is like this every day, you could become more accustomed. As her lips move further up your vertebrae, you feel her chest move onto your lower back, and she kisses the slope of your shoulder. You crack your eyes open, quietly groaning. You’re split in two; one piece of you feels it’s far too early to be conscious, and the other piece is more curious about just how naked Jenna is behind you.

You turn your head, trying to see her, all while trying to give her space to press wet kisses to your neck. She runs her hand up your side slowly, letting her fingers bump over your ribs. You can’t stand not seeing her any longer, so you roll onto your back.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she says, her voice scratchy with sleep.

Somehow, even having just woken up, she’s gorgeous. Her hair is messy but still falls in thick waves to her shoulders. Her face is clean of makeup, and seeing her without it makes you want her more than anything has.

Instead of replying, you pull her down into a kiss. Just a peck, and then you push her back. She pouts, her brows furrowed in confusion.

You grumble out, “ Toothbrush,” as you roll out from under her and stand from the bedside.

Jenna giggles and rolls onto her side, watching you in nothing but her underwear as you stumble into the bathroom. The sight makes your mouth go dry. You gulp and tear your eyes off her, frantically readying your toothbrush.

You’re not even aware of your own nakedness until you lean against the doorframe to watch her as you brush your teeth. She’s looking down at her phone, grinning at the screen until she looks up at you. Her eyes widen almost comically, and she drops her phone to the bed. The steam from the shower she’s started rolls out of the bathroom around you.

You smirk around your toothbrush, trying not to blush, “What?”

She stays put, her eyes shamelessly roaming across your body until they land on your face, “I don’t remember ordering room service.”

You snort, choke on the toothpaste, and turn back to the sink to spit. You can hear her laughing in the bedroom as you rinse your mouth with haste.

When you step back into the room, she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, like she’s going to get up, and you simply won’t allow that. You stride over, wrap your arms around her bare shoulders and roll onto the bed, pulling her over on top of you. The room is filled with laughter, and it makes your heart swell with joy.

Jenna kisses you once, pulling back to look down at you again, “We have to get ready. We’re meeting my sisters for breakfast in an hour.”

The anxiety is back, and she must be able to tell because she drops to your side, one hand on your cheek. She turns your head to her, kisses you again.

“Just be yourself, and they will be your biggest fans.”

You smile, nodding. She rolls out of the bed, and you sit up, watching her pad into the bathroom. You scoot to the bedside, sitting on the edge, taking in her form as she checks the water temperature. She glances over her shoulder, catching you staring. When she approaches you again, with slow steps and messy hair, you bite your lip hard. The soft sting keeps you grounded.

She steps between your legs, uses her thumb to free your lip from your teeth. Your hands have a mind of their own as they slide up the backs of her thighs. Your eyes take their time traveling up her body.

She dips down, her lips brushing over your ear, “We need to shower, baby.”

Your eyes could roll back into your head, hearing the pet name fall from her lips. You hadn’t missed the we in her statement. When you stand, you lift her with you, holding her on your hips with your hands gripping the back of the legs. She yelps in surprise, hanging on to the back of your neck.

She leans back, her smile painted widely across her face. You walk her to the wall next to the bathroom and press her back into it. She gasps, the cool paint giving her shivers. You lean in, kissing her neck lazily, your lips and tongue canvassing her skin.

“Shower,” she gasps, rolling her hips into your stomach, “two birds, one stone.”

You can’t help but chuckle into her neck, she has a fair point. You step back, gently set her on her feet. She immediately takes your hand and pulls you into the bathroom, only dropping it to shed the sole layer of clothing she has on.

The moment you’re in the shower, her lips are on yours. She pushes you into the wall, her leg between yours, her hands on your hips. The water is warm, her hands are cold, and your mind is in overdrive.

“We’re never going to get clean like this,” you say, breathless, as her tongue drags over your pulse.

She tilts her head back, lets the water run into her hair, and push it out of her face, “It’ll have to do.”

Suddenly, it feels like you’re starving. Your mind and body are finally awake, and you’ve never seen Jenna in the shower before, and you are ravenous. You flip her around, pushing her into the tile with your lips on her collarbone. Her hands wrap around your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin.

You lift your head to kiss her, your tongue brushing across her lower lip. She pulls you in, rough and rushing.

The hunger is gnawing at your skull, beating against your ribs. Your hands can’t touch enough skin, you want all of her, all at once. The water is nearly scorching, reddening your shoulders and neck. You reach up and push the shower head aside, the water splattering against the door in steady rhythm with your heart.

You dip down to kiss her neck again, her whimpers driving you lower. You take your time, ducking down to drag your lips across her chest, over her breast, sucking her nipple before moving lower. You carefully drop to your knees, your hands running up the front of her thighs. She drops her head back against the tile, drapes a leg over your shoulder as you kiss just below her belly button.

You’re famished and gluttonous and insatiable, and the only thing you want is exactly what you take. Her fingers wind into your hair as your tongue runs over her, dipping inside to lap at the fruits of your labor. She grips your shoulder with surprising strength, her leg on the other, pulling you in, encouraging. Your lips wrap around her clit, your tongue brushing over it as you suck gently, building her up. You lap at her, groaning at the syrupy sweetness that has built between her legs.

The sounds that pour out of her are obscene and yet, entirely pure. Her taste on your tongue, the water running over your back, makes you wonder why anyone would want paradise when there is this. Why anyone would ever want to be anywhere else is entirely beyond you.

Her nails press so hard into your skin you’re sure you’ll need to throw out any tank tops you had planned to wear for the weekend. Her fingers tightening against your scalp and her hips bucking into your face give you a clear warning that she’s close. You almost wish it could last longer, forever even.

You change your mind when she cums, releasing your hair to grab her own chest, her head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth open. Michelangelo couldn’t dream of the masterpiece that you are witnessing. That you are actively causing.

She presses so hard into you that her foot slips, her leg resting on your shoulder yanking you forward. You brace yourself with one arm against the wall, the other reaching up to her hip to steady her. You can’t help yourself but laugh when you look up and find a mixture of terror and ecstasy on her face.

“Are you okay?” You laugh, wiping water from your eyes.

She takes a deep breath, removing her leg from you and standing, a little wobbly, “I…haven’t figured it out yet.”

She shivers, leaning against the tile, and you stand, reaching up to the shower head to point it back at your bodies.

She laughs, “I’m not cold, just…”

“Recovering?” You say with a smile.

She grins, pulls you down to kiss her under the faucet. The water runs over your eyes and lips, but you don’t care.

She leans back, “Okay, let’s not waterboard ourselves. We have got to get ready, or we’re going to be late. Trust me, we’ll never hear the end of it.”

You raise an eyebrow, “They know we’re staying together?”

Jenna blows a raspberry, pumping body wash into her hand. “My sisters know everything.”

You grimace, holding your hand out so she can give you soap, “Everything?”

“I mean, not the gory details, but yeah. Everything.”

“That is…kind of horrifying.”

Jenna snorts, rinsing the soap off of herself, “That’s something an only child would say.”

You laugh, switching spots with her to stand under the water, “I mean, guilty. But I more meant that I have to look them in the eyes after what I just did to you and know that they know.”

It’s Jenna’s turn to grimace, “Oh god, no. I won’t be telling them about this yet. Also why we can’t be late, they will know. They’re like, clairvoyant with this stuff.”

“You are not making me feel better at all.”

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The breakfast spot Jenna picks is slammed. Crowds mill around the parking lot, already sweating in the Southern California heat.

You grip the steering wheel a little tighter, sighing, “Here we go.”

Jenna turns to you as you park the car, her hand resting on your leg, patting you soothingly. “They’re not here for me, they’re here for the waffles. And the huevos rancheros,” she adds as an afterthought.

You nod, wide-eyed, and she laughs, squeezing your leg, “You won’t have to protect me from them today. It’s okay.”

You roll your eyes and shut off the car, turning to her. She leans over the center console and plants a quick kiss on your lips.

She leans back with a curious frown, “Hey, you never told me who it was.”

You raise your eyebrows, confused, “Who what was?”

“Who you punched that pap for? Who was it?”

“Oh,” you say, brushing it off, “Victoria Pedretti.”

“Huh,” she hums, unbuckling her seatbelt, “She never told me.” She reaches for the door and opens it, turning back to you with a wry grin, “She killed my sister, you know.”

She climbs out of the car, leaving you dumbfounded.

“What?” You mumble, frowning. “Wait, what?!”

You open the door and try to stand, only to realize in your shock that you’re still buckled in. You scramble to undo the belt and practically fall out of the car, jogging to catch up with her.

“Jenna, wait, what?”

She turns and grabs your hand, “We were in a show together. She killed my sister.”

You scratch your head, stumbling along beside her as she drags you toward the door.

She looks up at you, “You never watched You?”

“You what?”

She sighs, reaching for the door, “The show, You. What were you even photographing her for?”

Now you’re really confused, but you try to play it off to give yourself time to catch up.

“Some horror show. Haunting of the house on the hill, or whatever.”

Jenna giggles, “Hill House.”

All you can do is blink at her, you’re lost, and you have no idea how to reign this conversation in.

“Well, don’t you two just look so in love?” A voice from your left rings out over the commotion in the restaurant.

You jerk your head to the side to find Jenna’s sisters, arms crossed and identical grins on their faces. Jenna drops your hand and runs to them, pulling them into a hug. She’s so much smaller than them, it makes you smile softly.

Jenna turns back to you, “Mia, Aliyah, this is y/n,” she says, gesturing toward you, “y/n, these are my sisters.”

You stick out your hand to shake, but the two of them pull you into their sides for a hug. It’s shocking, and you fight the urge to tense up. Over their shoulders, Jenna shoots you a cheesy smile and two thumbs up.

“About time we met you,” Mia says, stepping back.

Aliyah has the same mischievous look Jenna gets and says quietly, “Jenna’s little convict.”

Jenna slaps her shoulder, “I asked you not to say anything about that.”

Aliyah only smiles, turns back to you with a raised brow, shrugging. She’s testing you, and you know it. You laugh, shake your head and shrug back at her.

“Someone had to do it, and I’d do it again.”

At the same time, all three sisters quietly mumble “And I’d do it again.”

You bark out a laugh, but they carry on like nothing has happened. The hostess seats the four of you quickly, tucking you away into a booth in the corner. People are starting to notice Jenna, but it’s a quiet whispering, not reaching the out of control spiral. Still, it makes your hands clammy.

Jenna slides into the booth, and you sit beside her, Mia and Aliyah sitting across from you. It makes you nervous, and it feels a bit like you’re about to be interviewed or interrogated.

Aliyah leans back, putting her foot on the booth next to Jenna, and that mischief is back on her face. You brace yourself for whatever is about to come.

“So, you guys were late.”

Jenna waves her hand absently, “Only like ten minutes, chill.”

Mia elbows Aliyah, but she’s undeterred. She raises her brows at the two of you, awaiting explanations. You decide to let Jenna steer the conversation.

“Y/n got lost on the drive over.”

You frown, not appreciating the excuse but not refuting it, even though it’s a terrible lie.

Aliyah scoffs, “In your hometown, dude? Probably not.”

Mia smirks at that, slowly giving into the sibling prodding at Jenna’s expense, “Yeah, that’s probably the worst excuse you’ve come up with yet.”

“And don’t tell us it took you forever to get ready. That one is played out.”

Jenna’s face turns that beautiful shade of pink you’ve come to adore, and if she weren’t so distracting, yours would probably be red too. She hides her face in her hands, and the two sisters turn their attention to you. Now you feel the heat rising up your collar, creeping into your cheeks.

“It’s pretty hot for that shirt, isn’t it, y/n?” Aliyah chirps, eyeing you.

You fight to keep your face composed, only granting her a smirk, “Fashion over function, I always say.”

“Okay, she’s smart too,” Mia says, giving you an approving smile.

“ANYWAY, anyone want coffee? What’re we eating?” Jenna pipes up, finally changing the subject.

The rest of breakfast goes well, the sisters bickering and laughing the way only siblings can. You’re happy to be included and proud at the feeling that they’ve accepted you. You’ve passed their first test, for now. It takes a weight off your shoulders and allows you to have more fun.

As the bill is being placed on the table, things get less fun, very quickly. A bright flash goes off near your table, blinding the four of you momentarily. You blink hard, willing the spots out of your eyes as you search for the source.

A man with a large camera stands, guilty, in the middle of the restaurant. Immediately, you feel your blood begin to simmer.

You grit your teeth, growling at him, “Are you serious right now, man?”

Jenna’s hand is in yours faster than your anger can grow. She leans into your shoulder, her weight soothing you.

“It’s fine, babe. Let him make his pennies off of a dark diner photo.”

You sigh, turning back to her, “He’s invading your privacy. It’s rude.”

She shrugs, “Comes with the territory. We’re leaving anyway.”

You nod, conceding to her more even-keeled temper. The irritation is still there, and you scowl at the man when you pass by him. He jumps out of your way, taking his moment to snap another picture of the two of you, hand in hand.

Outside, the fresh air cools your head like water on hot coal. Jenna's hand in yours, her body close to your side, does wonders to keep you calm and centered. There’s a tiny flicker of anxiety and annoyance, but it’s small enough to ignore now.

The four of you drive back to the hotel, where you’ll be meeting the car that takes you to the festival. The parking lot of the hotel is blessedly empty, and you’re able to all pile into the sleek black car without fanfare.

Jenna grips your hand, pulling it into her lap, “This is going to be a little crazy, at first. I want you to be ready.”

“I’m okay,” you say gently, rubbing your thumb over the back of her hand.

She smiles up at you, resting her head on your shoulder. Her sisters jokingly make gagging sounds, turning away from the two of you to chatter to themselves.

The ride to Coachella is short, and soon enough, you’re pulling into the back entrance of the festival gates. The signs all declare the VIP status, the security shoulder to shoulder. It relaxes you, some.

Jenna wasn’t wrong, though; the crowd outside is insane. When you step out of the car, people notice immediately. There are shouts at Jenna and, shockingly, some to you. They know your name, and a few anonymous faces in the crowd crack loud jokes asking you to assault them later. The Ortega sisters snicker at your expense, and you’re happy for it. You figure it could be worse.

Cameras flash around you, but in the middle of the day, they don’t seem so intrusive. Security whisks you through, herding you into the VIP area of the festival. Once inside, hardly anyone shoots a second glance at you or Jenna.

It’s filled with celebrities of the likes you’d never expected to rub shoulders with. No one cares that you’re there. No one is star-struck. It’s a relief, but you have to remind yourself to act cool. Especially when the musicians you love stroll past you like strangers on the street.

The day is filled with music, laughter, a drink here and there. At one point, you whip out your camera to conduct an impromptu photo shoot of the sisters, going the extra mile for the right shot. They laugh and poke fun at you and at each other, and it feels so natural you almost forget how truly abnormal your life has become.

Toward the end of the day, as the sun is setting, you’re standing with Jenna, watching a set, just enjoying the vibe and the music. A wave of bodies leans back, forcing you to stumble a step back. Jenna slips, grabbing your shirt and pulling the neck down your back and near one of your shoulders. You laugh and sweep her up, unbothered about the stretched collar of your shirt.

You’re vaguely away of giggles behind you and the sound of girls babbling. It’s a concert, there are sounds and flashes everywhere—nothing to pay much mind to. Jenna moves around to your front, wrapping your arms over her shoulders and leaning back into your chest.

The set comes to a close, and the four of you set off to find a bathroom. The sun has disappeared completely, finally cooling the now-dead grass under your feet. There are only a few shows left until the end of the night, and the crowds are split between people beginning to feel the effects of their intoxication or exhaustion. The lines for the bathroom are long, and after you’re out, you wait for Jenna, Mia, and Aliyah at the side.

A group of girls gasps and point at you, and you wave at them. They giggle with their eyes wide and hands covering their mouths, shyly waving back before moving on. It’s funny, how quickly you’d gone from an anonymous figure to a small time celebrity, thanks to Jenna. You don’t mind much, though, you find it amusing.

A hand around your waist makes you jump, and you look down to see Jenna, a little tipsy. She pulls you between the bathrooms, glancing side to side before leaning in to kiss you like her life depends on it.

You smile, lean back, “Your sisters, babe.”

She shrugs, “They’re still in line. We have a minute.”

She kisses you again, her hands untucking the back of your shirt and sliding over your skin. Goosebumps rise in their wake, making you shiver. Your common sense goes out the window every time her lips are on yours, so you kiss her back like there’s not another soul in the world—much less hundreds of thousands around you.

A frustrated groan at the entrance of the small alley you’re in pulls you both out of your stupor. Aliyah and Mia stand, giving you both looks of exasperation, motioning for you to come out of your hiding place. You pull Jenna behind you, re-entering the festival with sheepish grins.

“You guys are kind of disgusting,” Aliyah says.

“And kind of cute, to be honest,” Mia interjects.

Jenna leans into your side, your arm resting over her shoulders, “Don’t be jealous.”

Aliyah snorts and heads off, with the three of you trailing after her.

——

You fall face-first into the hotel bed the second you’re in the room. Your shoes are kicked off, and you’re nearly asleep when Jenna prods you.

“You can not sleep like that. Go shower.”

You groan and roll over, realizing that maybe you had fallen asleep because her hair is wet and she smells like lavender soap.

“You showered without me?” You whine.

She rolls her eyes, “I tried to get you up, but I think you may have died for a brief moment there.”

“Huh,” you say, dragging yourself up to trudge into the bathroom.

You take a quick shower, rinsing off the sweat and the dirt of the day. When you walk back into the bedroom, Jenna is sitting cross-legged on the bed, biting her nails and frowning at her phone.

“What’s up?” You ask, hopping into bed next to her.

“Uhm…” she hesitates, glancing up at you and then back to her phone, “Sam is not going to be happy with us.”

You frown, tilting your head, “She’s the one who sent us here. What happened?”

Jenna gives you a pained smile and turns her phone for you to see. You’re both trending on Twitter, which is a win. The issue at hand now is why you’re trending.

There’s a photograph of the two of you between the bathrooms, intertwined in an embrace that clearly should not have been public. On par for a festival, but not when your tongue is down the throat of an A-List celebrity.

There’s also a blurry picture of Jenna’s hand pulling your shirt down, with red welts clear as day on the skin of your back and shoulder. The comments are hilarious, granted, but you know you’re in for it when Sam gets ahold of them.

“Oh,” is all you can say, picking at your nails nervously.

“So,” Jenna says, setting her phone on the nightstand, “apparently, we’re not very good at PG.”

“At least they won’t be talking about the mugshot?” You offer.

She snorts, “You can tell Sam that when she tries to bite our heads off in the morning.”

You grin, shrug, “In the morning, it’ll be our problem to deal with. Right now, my problem is the amount of clothes you think you’re wearing to bed.”

Jenna’s laugh is smothered between your lips as she rolls over to kiss you. For a few hours, there’s no one watching you at all.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega

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jwonsoon · 7 months

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Soft things Jake would do as your boyfriend <3

☾ a/n: hi everyone! sorry it's been a while, we've been so busy ㅜ_ㅜ i wanted to make this post because you guys really liked the jungwon one and jake has been on my mind recently. i miss him so much! i hope you enjoy. this was written late at night so excuse any spelling errors! <3

clingy !!

this guy is so the type to peak over your shoulder and go “pay attention to meee~”

you literally can’t catch a break you’ll be sitting on the couch watching tv and suddenly his head pops into your lap and he’s getting comfortable laying there as if personal space doesn’t exist

he’s so cute tho so you literally melt when you see it happen

he does small things like play with your hair or rub your back to show his affection at all times

idk why i imagine him booping his partners nose and doing THAT one giggle he always does when he reaches peak happiness

stays up with you all night

even if he’s dying of sleepiness he is going to fight demons to make sure you fall asleep before him

he knows you feel anxious during night time so he wraps his lanky arms around you, kisses your forehead, and hold you until you doze off

BUT! no worries if the cuddles aren’t helping you sleep because he will get his ass up and WORK!

he says to “embrace” the times when you feel like you can’t sleep because there’s no point in sitting in the dark wallowing in dark thoughts

he’ll grab your hand and take you to the kitchen where he tells you to sit on the counter while he makes you your favourite ramen (which he ends up eating half of…)

makes SURE to tire you tf out whether that’s by making you do karaoke with him or if it’s just by telling you a night time story in his soft voice, he’ll be there for you no matter what

when doing karaoke he sings really well but sometimes to make you feel better he’ll put on an upbeat song and sing in a botched way while doing ridiculous dance moves to make you piss out of laughter

he loves simple moments with you :(

by this i mean those times when you both are tired and just want to watch tv together, he’ll heat up some popcorn and sit with you and let you pick anything you want to watch

he loves seeing you giggle and smile at the shows you picked, he feels like he’s done his job well in taking care of you when he sees your smile

when both of you have work to do you play your work music playlist and give each other motivation to work

he looks up at you every once in a while asking “do you need a break?” (hoping you say yes because his attention span can NOT do it anymore)

yall always get too into the song you’re listening to and suddenly jake is busting a move while youre doing the high notes in the song as your work sits there untouched…

BUT DONT WORRY because his nerdy ass makes SURE you get your stuff done. he’ll offer to do it for you if he sees you getting tired but he will get it done!!

random thought: he always gives you his clothes

this doesn’t even mean he’ll give you his hoodie when you’re cold but y’all practically share a closet

gets all pouty because he says “why do you look better in everything i own”

he loves the way you seem to drown in the hoodies he owns and always hugs you calling you cuddly when you wear them

also.. his clothes just smell so clean. he’s so clean. like fresh laundry (hint hint to his latest live when he said he likes to smell like he freshly came out of a shower)

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hwayangyeon · 1 year

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i have an idea for chapter 2 of actor hee x actress y/n. Like after the stuff in the bathroom, they are back to the special party later n there’s another actress approaching and doing some intimate hessture with him, and ofc our rizzseung will flirt back with her (just for fun). Afterwards y/n will be upset and try to get him back(maybe by some suggestive ways). Then he will pull u in his car and punish u for being needy in public (party). Eventually they date offically, no more situationship. That’s my idea but u can write in ur own plot and i still be your sustainable supporter 🫶🏻 sorry for any errors in grammar or vocab cuz english is not my mother language

thank you so much for your ask, sunshine <3 i actually got two requeste for the second part and i love both ideas so i decided to squeeze both of them here. also your english is amazing, don't worry <3

so combining your ask, and one of my commenters' request about needy heeseung knocking on y/n's door, here we have:

pt. 2 of this fic (i recommend reading it first) // pt.3 here

NSFW ex bf actor heeseung x actress reader // heeseung hasn't fucked you enough so he's fucking you more (during met gala) // teasing, slightly rough car sex -> needy heeseung, oral sex m!receiving // 2.1k words sorry

after you kicked heeseung out of the restroom, you could clean yourself up and make yourself not look like you just got railed in a public space. thankfully that was also the last time you saw him, the rest of the gala was peaceful.

because some of the photographers and interviewers leaving, it was easier to get back to the hotel, change clothes, retouch the makeup (especially the lipstick that heeseung smudged), and get ready for the after-party.

you allowed yourself to get one drink. usually, you try to stay as sober as possible during this kind of event, it's easier to spot the paparazzis and avoid scandals, you really did not want to go through another dating scandal this year too.

on your way to order a martini, you noticed heeseung sitting at the bar. great. you were too naive to think that you won't see him again today.

but wait, he's not sitting alone, there's a woman beside him.

"what the fuck?" you said under your breath while watching how he looks her up and down with his bambi eyes, giving her the sweetest smile.

you're not jealous, but you did not risk getting caught in that bathroom for him to hit on another girl now.

fine, two actors can play this role.

you walked to the left side of the bar to find a perfect spot where heeseung can see you flirting with the guy who has already had too much to drink.

"hey," you brushed his thigh, causing him to wake up from his drunken sleep immediately.

"hey there, beautiful," you did not know him, nor was he your type but he'll do for your get back at heeseung plan.

"you're so funny," you were saying whatever, the actual play was moving your hair away from your exposed cleavage and leaning slightly towards him, laughing as if he just told you the funniest joke on earth.

it worked. heeseung was now shooting darts with his eyes in your direction, missing the bartender's head by an inch.

it took him a second to leave the girl and appear next to you, firmly grab your hand and drag you out of the room. he guided both of you to the parking lot. it was a little cool outside, so he put his arm around you, still dragging you somewhere, still not saying anything.

he's not really the jealous type, he always gets what he wants, but he did not make you moan his name a few hours ago for you to laugh at another man's jokes.

you blindly followed him into his manager's car and he closed the door behind you.

"what the fuck, y/n?"

"what? did i interrupt your conversation with the blonde?" you were happy with how well your plan went.

"she's a director's daughter, i was trying to-"

"you don't have to fuck a director's daughter to get a role, heeseung."

"you're the only one i’m fucking tonight," he smirked. come on, y/n, why are you heating up from that cheesy text?

"i'm leaving," you wanted to go but he pushed you back onto the car seats.

the cold leather touched your skin and the freezing feeling made you arch your back, which he took advantage of and put his arm under it, sliding you down so your crotch met his knee. he moved it even closer when bending down to you.

"i thought i fucked you enough already, but you're still so needy," he started sucking on your neck, "you could've just said so, i can go another round."

"fuck. hee, don't, please-"

"what?" he bit your skin, "already having trouble forming sentences? i haven't even taken my dick out yet."

"no hickeys, please," it will be so hard to cover these in the morning.

"too late." he laughed into your ear softly, "i should have marked you earlier."

fuck. you were trying so hard not to grind on his leg, but he was too close and the feeling on your core felt too good too.

his lips were devouring your neck, jaw, chin as if he couldn't get enough of you. only then you noticed his scent. his perfumes... smelled like the ones you bought for him back in high school.

"i see you're enjoying yourself," he stopped kissing you and you both looked at the wet spot you left on his thigh. fuck, how embarrassing, "but you weren't a good girl, y/n."

he grabbed your jaw aggressively, almost using it as support to lift himself up. he loved touching your face, how soft your skin felt under his hands, how red your cheeks got if his hold was too strong.

"and bad girls aren't treated well," he started unzipping his pants.

he put his two fingers into your mouth, "wanted to say something?"

no matter how much experience you've got as an actress, no role could've taught you to lie that you didn't miss this side of him. there was no point in trying to kill his ego.

you moved your head to the side, trying to talk despite the obstacles, "please, fuck me."

oh you had no idea how long he's waited to hear that. so much blood rushed into his dick, and you wouldn't have seen the shining precum drop from it if it weren't for that street lamp next to the vehicle.

he took off your panties quickly, not caring that he almost made you fall off the seats, and pushed his dick inside you, granting himself that beautiful moan he kept thinking about while talking with that blonde girl.

his thrusts so deep and rough, he made it feel like a punishment. but was it a punishment if you wanted to get it?

he leaned towards you once again, grabbing your neck with one hand and covering the top of your head with another so you don't bump it on the car's door whenever he slams you with his dick.

no one could manhandle you as he does, he knows exactly how hard he has to choke you for you to see stars and still feel him stretch you out.

your nails have been scratching his back for some time now, let's hope he doesn't have to record any shirtless scenes anytime soon.

you could feel that familiar knot in your abdomen, your climax was close.

"do you hear that clicking?" he says almost out of breath, "are you kicking something with your heels?"

"what? no," you close your eyes from the pleasure, "are you?"

he gives you a few more thrusts, then stops suddenly without any warning and looks behind himself, "shit!"

"what?" you asked calmly, still riding off the feeling.

"the paparazzi," he pushed down your dress, helped your unaware self sit up, and jumped to the driver's seat to start the engine.

"the paparazzi..?" he fucked you dumb, "fuck, heeseung!" you tried to cover yourself with the jacket he had left you, "how could you not check for them?!"

"i did!" he drove out of the parking lot and tried to find the second entry to the hotel.

thankfully the windows of the car were tinted, but if anyone saw the two of you get inside the car, they would get the idea of what was happening there.

he dropped you off at the back entrance of the hotel, mouthed a quiet "sorry," and went to park the car somewhere else.

fucking lee heeseung.

———

it was maybe two hours later when you heard knocking on your hotel room's door. you were in the middle of doing your skincare, trying not to lose your mind thinking about what happened before.

"y/n, i'm sorry," he knocked again.

"go away, heeseung," you yelled from the bathroom while applying moisturizer.

"please, let me in," he's not gonna let you rest if you don't open that goddamn door.

the second you unlocked it, he opened it and got inside.

"i didn't set that up, y/n," you could see that he was feeling guilty, even though it probably wasn't his fault.

fuck, you didn't want any scandals.

"it's... okay," you went to sit on your bed, he followed you and kneeled in front of you.

he looked up at you with his beautiful doe eyes, lips in a small pout and you couldn't resist but touch his hair, revealing his forehead.

"for the record, i think you'd look stunning in those pho-"

"oh fuck you, heeseung," you wanted to stand up but he grabbed your legs, making you sit back down.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry," he kissed the inner side of your thigh, and wanted to go higher but you moved back on the bed, making space for him to go after you.

he followed you like a cat and laid down between your legs. he didn't break eye contact for a second. he's looking at you in the sweetest way possible as if he didn't fuck the shit out of you twice that day already. shit, it's making you blush.

he easily read your mind because he smirked and went back to kissing your thighs.

"isn't this the best met gala you've been to?" he asked.

"it might be."

"is it because of me?"

"no, the food's better than last year. maybe they hired a new chef."

he shot his head up, his look way different than the one he was giving you a second ago.

he wanted to sit up but you grabbed his chin, "don't act like you didn't come here because you have blue balls," making him take your place and now you were sitting between his legs.

"i needed to see you," he put his hand on your head.

"yeah, i can tell," you commented the tent in his pants.

you pulled them down enough for his dick to jump out. it was already so hard and warm. you touched it and it twitched at the coldness of your hand, "sorry," you mouthed.

only you know how to work him up like that for him to uncontrollably bite his lips and grab the sheets, almost taking them off the bed.

the way your tongue licked his full length sent a shiver down his spine, the way you sucked on his tip really made it hard for him to breathe.

you looked up to see him watch you through his half-closed eyes, poor baby.

"wanted to say something?" you decided to tease him while stroking his dick with your hand.

he smiled knowing well that you were playing with him, "please."

you finally used your entire mouth and he couldn't help but slightly move his hips to get his member to go deeper down your throat. god, you were making him feel so good.

"fuck, y/n-" his quiet moans filled your whole room, the higher they got, the closer he was, "i'm gonna-"

you opened your mouth so he can see how his liquid stays on your tongue and how you swallow it after. you look so pretty while doing that.

he pulled you closer to kiss your swollen lips and brushed off your hair that got stuck in saliva on your chin.

today was a very busy day. for interviewers having to interview so many celebrities and for... other people. it was only natural for you to fall asleep in each other's arms.

———

not fully awake you could feel the sun on your face. it was a nice, warm feeling. then it stopped, maybe it was just a cloud passing by. it didn't seem to be coming back, so you opened one eye. it was heeseung sitting at the other side of the bed, covering the sunlight.

"shit," he swore quietly, trying not to wake you up.

"heeseung, what are you doing?" you asked, rubbing your eyes.

"nothing!" he was shocked to hear you. that's strange.

"heeseung. what are you doing?" you repeated yourself, trying to get out of the bed covers.

"it's nothing, don't worry." he wanted to stand up but you managed to grab his phone.

it took your eyes a second to focus. he was about to post a tweet saying that both of you are happily dating.

"what the fuck, heeseung?!" you tried to yell, but your voice still hasn't warmed itself up.

"wait!" he took his phone, clicked something on it, and showed it back to you, "look."

it was a photo of you leaving the after-party together and getting into the car. great.

you fell on the bed, groaning.

"what's up, girlfriend, are you hungry? do you want me to bring you food?"

"don't call me that."

he laid down next to you and kissed your neck, "but you are my girlfriend. you don't believe the headlines?"

"ask me on a date first," you pushed him off of you.

after hotel.

pt3. here

#enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #heeseung hard hours #heeseung hard thoughts #heeseung smut #after hotel.#and anon #after hotel. asks #heeseung x you #heeseung x yn #heeseung x reader #rizzseung

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 7 months

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Can you pls write vampire!frankie smut. I want him to drink reader's blood while he fucks her, but the rest is up to you 🩷

Sorry this took so long my love <3 But here it is!!

Thank you @wannab-urs for beta-ing!!

General Warnings: 18+, as is the whole of my blog, I will mark anything specific but be aware this is predominantly a smutty blog that writes porn with plot. DNI if you are a minor. By reading further you have taken the responsibility to do so with the warnings I have given.

Specific Warnings: Vampire sex, Vampire bites, Unprotected PiV (sort of), deception, vampire vibes, oral F receiving, biting, vampire bites. Let me kow if I missed anything! [Ao3]

[part two here!]

Hurt so Good - Reader x Vampire!Frankie.

You sit at your favourite booth, sitting so you face the door. Your nerves spiking every time the door opens. You play with the gaudy, expensive engagement ring on your finger as a way to distract yourself. But you can’t stop thinking about what you’re about to do. Tristan is late, as always, and you’re starting to wonder if he’s even coming at all.

You almost regret putting on the low-cut maroon dress that shows your body off in a was that is almost depraved. But the looks you’re getting from some of the other patrons give you a rush like nothing you’ve ever felt from Tristan. You play with the stem of your glass, your favourite cocktail long gone, but you can’t bring yourself to get another drink.

The door opens and your head perks up, but it’s not him. The well-built stranger is the polar opposite of Tristan, broad shoulders, dark curly hair, dressed in a flannel and jeans, a navy baseball cap tight on his head. His facial hair is patchy and starting to grey in places. You can’t help but stare as he takes a seat at the bar, you practically drool as you watch the flannel stretch across his back as he hails the bartender.

“Earth to space cadet, you there?” Tristan snaps his fingers at you as he speaks, pulling you out of your ogling and you look up to see his cocky grin plastered on his thin lips. His mousey hair gelled back, his hazel eyes cold and mocking as he waves his hand in front of your face.

“Oh hi, sorry I was just lost in thought,” You say with a shrug before realising you had nothing to apologise for, “You’re late.” You snap, remembering why you’re here.

“Sorry I got caught up at the-,” Tristan starts his usual line, and you grit your teeth, anger coursing through you at the same old excuses.

“At the office, yeah, yeah, the same old bullshit.” You snap, your tone sharper and voice louder than you’d intended. So loud in fact that the handsome stranger at the bar turns in your direction. His gaze lands on you and you make eye contact for a brief second and your heart flutters at the way he winks at you, his plush lips pulled up into a knowing smirk, making his cheek dimple deliciously.

“What the fuck babe? I provide for you and this is the thanks I get?” He snarls, his cocky demeanour replaced by the cold cruelty that you’ve only recently allowed yourself to describe it as.

“Provide for me? By stopping me chasing my dreams, keeping me at home so I can cook and clean for you for what? You to sexually harass your co-workers?” You blurt, wincing as you play your hand a little too early.

“Jesus Christ is this about that slut Jessica in the Boston office? Bitch came on to me. Fucking hell, I thought we were over this crap!”

“I spoke with Jessica, and Alice, and they both told me how you basically forced them to suck your dick, you should be charged with sexual assault you sick fuck.” Your temper is building, and you try to keep your tone of voice even but the look Tristan is giving you makes you snap.

“All this time you’ve been rejecting me, making me feel like I’m a whore just for wanting you, and you go and pull this shit?” You slam your hand down on the table, rage consuming you as the piece of shit sitting before you has the audacity to call one of the many victims of his sexual advances a slut.

“Stop it, you’re making a scene, let’s go home and talk about this.” You see the sweat beading on his forehead, his brow creasing as he looks around at the many faces now turned to look at him. But one face in the crowd is looking elsewhere.

The handsome stranger in that absurd baseball cap at the bar is giving you a look you could only describe as awe. His dark brown eyes glimmer in the low light and you feel heat rise up onto your cheeks as you watch them dip lower to your cleavage.

“I’m not going back to that house Tristan. I’m here to say we’re over, and my lawyer is going to be in touch, that prenup you got me to sign? You should have checked my amendments more thoroughly.” You say, leaning back on the bench, Tristan’s face is a picture, his mouth opening and closing as he tries to come up with something to say.

“Bitch.” Is all he manages as he storms out of the bar, phone to his ear as he slams the door on the way out. There’s a pregnant pause in the bar before people return to their evenings. You breathe a sigh of relief as you drop your head into your hands, your elbows resting against the table as you let out a small laugh.

The sound of heavy boots approaching makes you look up, your breath hitches in your throat as you see the handsome man from the bar, two beers in his one hand, thick fingers curled around the necks of the bottles.

Fuck, he’s even more handsome up close.

“Thought you might like a beer after that.” He says with a soft, rumbling voice that makes your heart flutter.

“Bold of you to buy me a drink.” You say, raising an eyebrow at him as he winces at your words.

“It’s the least you deserve for putting a predator like him in his place.”

“Shit you heard that?”

“Mhmm, I think the whole bar did.”

“Fuck.” You groan as you motion for him to sit with one hand, pinching the bridge of your nose with your thumb and forefinger of the other as you exhale heavily.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself sunshine, I think the whole bar would have cheered if you’d thrown a drink at him.”

“Too bad I drank it all, and sunshine? Really?” You scoff as you take a sip of beer, you don’t owe this man a thing, but a free drink is a free drink.

“Thought it fit, stunning but dangerous.”

God he’s smooth.

You hate admitting it but you would let this man take you home and show you a good time, even if it was just to rinse the proverbial taste of Tristan out of your mouth.

“Alright, I’ll bite, to whom do I owe the pleasure of sharing such a middling European lager with?” You raise your bottle in toast.

“I’m Francisco,” He says with a smirk, clinking his bottle against yours, “But my friends call me Frankie.”

----

It’s barely an hour later and you’re pressed against his door, tongues colliding messily as you tangle your fingers in the curls at the nape of his neck. His one hand holds you by the hip, pinning you to the door as the other cradles the back of your neck.

His lips are soft, plush, as they pull at your own. His moustache brushes against your skin, sending crackles of sensation racing through you. You’ve never been one for one-night stands but you’re willing to make an exception for the smooth-talking man with his hard dick pressed firmly against your thigh.

“Fuck,” Frankie grunts as he drops his head to your shoulder, his strong nose pressing against your pulse point as he inhales aggressively against your skin, “Smell so good sunshine, like honey and cream, can’t wait to taste you.” He growls as he licks a heavy stripe up the column of your neck, latching his lips onto your earlobe as he hitches your legs around his hips, walking you further into his apartment.

You shudder at his words and whine at the hungry growl that fills your ear as you steal glances around his apartment, clean, sparsely decorated, but it feels lived in. Before you can take in any more of his home, you’re in his bedroom. His large frame cages you in as he lies you down against the pillows.

“Shit, I’m sorry we were going to get a drink and talk,” He pants as he hovers over you, reining in some modicum of his desire as he kneels between your legs, one of his large hands coming up to brush a loose strand of hair out of your face, “You’re just intoxicating mi Sol.” He purrs as he shudders over you.

“We can talk over breakfast.”

You pull his cap off his head, incredulous that it's stayed on so long, and fling it off the bed before threading your fingertips through his hair. You ruffle the tight waves and Frankie groans as you scrape your fingernails along his scalp.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” Frankie murmurs as he teases you, letting his body sink down into you, his eyes glisten as he runs his tongue along your bottom lip. You chase his mouth, but he pulls away, leaning back to pull off his flannel shirt. Soft tan skin, littered with scars, taut with muscle but undeniably soft make you keen. Your hips buck under him and he chuckles softly.

“Such a needy baby.”

“You’re telling me this isn’t needy?” You cock your head to the side as you palm his erection through his jeans and he rolls his hips forward with a groan.

“You got me there.” He glances down at you, his eyes suddenly flash with something deeper, more hostile than desire, as he cups your cheek. But it’s gone before you can truly register it. He dips his head down to your neck, sucking and licking your skin softly as he moves down your body.

“Let’s get these clothes off, yeah? Need to see you.”

It takes no time at all for you to strip each other of your clothes. Before you know it, you’re bare below him. His thick cock is erect as he kneels between your legs and it’s glorious. He pumps himself slowly as he lets his eyes wander over your naked body.

Fuck he’s gorgeous.

You think as you admire his sizeable dick, not too big, just right. Your mouth waters as you watch him pull his foreskin back, exposing his weeping, thick tip.

“So beautiful, like the sun herself.” He mutters under his breath as he lowers himself on the bed, nestling his broad shoulders between your pliable thighs. His lips drag up your thigh, seemingly savouring every inch of your skin. The tension in your core is almost painful as he licks and sucks your tender flesh. He pauses over a spot on your inner thigh and groans as he nips at the flesh.

“Fuck!” You cry out at the sensation, it burns like he cut you with something sharp. Then it fades into a warm, pleasant buzz and you forget all about the pain, mewling as his hot, wet mouth meets your glistening folds.

“Sorry that was a little hard, I’ll be more careful.”

You barely register his words as his tongue teases at your folds, causing your hips to cant up, chasing his tongue once more. This time he doesn’t pull away, he presses his strong nose against your clit and inhales, groaning loudly as his tongue breaches your entrance. The strong muscle teases at your entrance as his nose pressures your tight bundle of nerves.

“Absolutely delicious.” He groans as he moves up to your clit as he latches his lips around it, pressing languid strokes of his tongue against the swollen nub and you cry out another sharp scratch burns around your clit. You’re too blissed out to question it and you buck up unto his mouth.

“Mi Sol, you make it far too hard to show restraint.” Frankie growls as you look down at him, his eyes are almost black, and you roll your head back just a second too early. Frankie grins up at you, mouth bloody and fangs out before he takes your clit between his lips. You’re so wet, you’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so fucking horny.

“Frankie, need your fingers.” You whine, desperation thick in your voice as you feel the tightening in your core as you clench around nothing.

“Anything for you to keep making those sweet little noises.”

He breaches your wet heat with two fingers, sinking into you with ease. You’ve never been this wet, it drives you so close to the edge, the way his fingers fill you snugly as he laps wildly at your clit. You marvel at the fact that this may even be better than sex with your ex-girlfriend, something about the way Frankie devours you is beyond belief.

“Come for me, spill your nectar into my mouth.”

You come hard around his fingers. The strange choice of words somehow spurring your orgasm into an explosion of curled toes, quivering thighs, and strangled, wordless moans as you feel pleasure rip through you like a wild animal. Your blood sings in your veins, pleasure throbs through your arteries, like your heart is full of an aphrodisiac and with every pump you’re driven higher into oblivion.

“Good, such a good girl.” Frankie wheezes as he wipes his hand on the back of his mouth, wiping away any evidence of his affliction from his lips as he repositions over you, his thick tip notched at your entrance as you quiver through aftershocks.

“Frankie,” You groan, holding his face in your hands as your vision sharpens, all you can see, all you can feel, all you can think about his him. His patchy facial hair glistens and he smiles at you as he presses into you.

That’s when you see them, his fangs. They hang from his mouth like curved pearlescent daggers. Your eyes flick down to where you had felt the scratch on your thigh in panic. Your eyes bulge in terror as you notice the blood on your legs, a firm hand clamps down on your mouth before you can scream. He bears his weight down on you as he pulls his tip out of you. You don’t know if you’re relieved or pained at the loss of sensation.

“Shit, you weren’t supposed to see that.” He growls as he spreads your legs with his own, hooking under your knees with his feet, spreading you out. You feel arousal course through you when you know, logically, you should be terrified. One of his large hands pins your wrists above your head. You’re truly at his mercy.

“If I remove my hand, will you promise not to scream?” His voice is shaky and you almost think you hear fear in his tone. You nod slowly, playing nice with the monster above you. Scenarios are running through your mind, at best he was a vampire, at worst he’s a cannibal and you’re truly fucked.

“What the fuck Frankie? Is that even your real name?”

He huffs as he rubs his eyes with his free hand, swiping it down his face in a very human manner. You give him no quarter, glaring up at him with as much fire you can muster. You’re horny, terrified, and it pays to mention twice, so, so horny.

“Like I said, my name is Francisco, and my friends call me Frankie.”

“Ok, Francisco,” You snap and you feel him shudder as you say his full name, “What the fuck is going on here?”

“As you’ve probably already guessed, I’m a vampire, and I was going to bite you, again.”

You’re surprised, and somewhat comforted by his honesty, but you raise your eyebrows at him. He hesitates before continuing and you suck in a deep breath, making it very clear you’re about to scream louder than when he made you come.

“Alright, alright,” Frankie snaps as he leans back onto his heels, completely disentangling himself from you, “What do you want to know?”

You pause for a moment, dramatically placing a finger to your lips as you pretend to think of a question. Frankie looks more and more desperate with every passing second and something about that emboldens you.

“So, you bit me?”

“Yes.”

“Am I going to turn into a vampire now?”

“No.”

“Were you going to kill me?”

“No, never!”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

That hits a nerve, Frankie’s eyes dart away from you and you watch as he runs his hand through his sweaty locks and sighs. He exhales, though you wonder if that was more a habit than a need to empty his lungs.

“You’d have either laughed me off, or run for the hills. I wanted to spend a night with you, no killing or turning involved.” He says, dropping his gaze to focus on his hands.

“Francisco,” You laugh, the sound makes him snap his head up to look at you, hurt in his eyes, “You realise most people my age grew up with a vampire kink right?”

You think if he could blush, his face would be rosy as he realises the truth in your words.

“Those fucking Twilight books!” He exclaims with disbelief written across his face.

“I mean, I was more about The Southern Vampire Mysteries. But whatever floats your boat I guess?”

You smile up at the bashful vampire and despite everything, you kind of like him. He seems to visibly relax, slumping back onto his ass, his legs either side of you as you move up onto your knees.

“Fuck I’m sorry, I’m usually so much better at this, but you’re just so,” He pauses as his pupils dilate and his body shudders, “Irresistible.”

“Fine. I’ve got one more question.”

Frankie just nods, and you try to focus on his face, and not the painfully hard dick bobbing between you as he moves his head.

“When you bit me, it felt good, why?” You scrunch your face up in an uncertain grimace as if you’re weird for feeling good about being bitten.

“Ah yes, that’s a survival mechanism so that our, uh, prey, don’t panic, it’s sterilising too.”

“So, your spit is an antibacterial aphrodisiac?”

“More or less, same can be said for other, uh, secretions.”

Once more you would wager that if Frankie could blush he would be beet red right now. Instead, he squirms under your gaze, and you decide to throw caution to the wind.

“Francisco,” You purr as you crawl onto his lap, draping your arms around his neck as you hover over his dick, “If you promise not to kill me, I’d be delighted to fuck you.”

“You sure? I won’t be offended if you want to leave or stake me.”

“I think,” You purr as you dip your head down to his jaw, rubbing your nose along his patchy facial hair, “We’d both rather if it were you impaling me.”

That seems to be enough to convince Frankie, you feel yourself lurch back on the bed and with inhuman speed Frankie notches himself at your core as your head hits the pillows. His mouth is on yours, begging for entry as his tongue traces the seam of your lips.

You tilt your hips up with a groan, he presses his tongue languidly against yours as you dig your nails into his shoulders. He whimpers at the pain and drives his thick, sizeable cock inside you, balls slapping against your ass as he snarls into your mouth.

You’re so full, his length just right to press into your g-spot but mercifully not so large he can reach your cervix. You think you might actually die if he could, considering the pace he’s set and how hard he’s driving into you. You drop one hand to your clit; you can already feel you’re close and you’re desperate to chase the next one before Frankie comes.

“Fuck, mi Sol knows what she wants,” Frankie groans as he pulls back to watch where your bodies connect, where your fingers are rolling tight circles over your sensitive nub, “Look so hot touching yourself while I fuck your tight little pussy.

“Feel so good Frankie, like it hard and fast, your cock’s fucking perfect.” You respond as you reach up with your free hand to tug at the curls at the nape of his neck. His eyes snap up to meet yours and his fangs glisten as he pants hard.

“Bite me Frankie.” You whine as you feel the twist in your gut as your orgasm builds. You turn your neck to the side before he can protest and you hear the animalistic grunt as he buries himself deep inside you before dropping his head to your neck.

“Need you to tell me to stop if I go for too long mi Sol,” His speech is slurred as he noses along the column of your neck, lips catching and dragging delightfully over your pulse point. You shudder and mewl as you feel the hot drag of his tongue on your skin, “Promise me.”

“I promise, Frankie, I’m going to-.”

You don’t finish your sentence, the sharp stab of Frankie’s fangs melds with the return to a blinding pace as he fucks you with abandon. You come hard as you press firmly against your clit, rubbing hard as you feel the euphoric bliss flood through you. Your neck blossoms with heat, flames licking through your veins as Frankie feeds from you.

There’s a blunt pain, like a deep bruise but it’s engulfed by the soothing effect of his salvia and the white hot pleasure pulsing through your cunt. You cry out and wail at the different pleasures coursing through you. It’s like they meet somewhere in the middle and your mind goes blank, white-hot streaks blurring your vision as you come completely undone.

“Fuck me harder Frankie, nggh, harder, fuckmefuckmefuckme!” Your words come unbidden from your mouth as you feel his groan vibrate through your very bones. Frankie pulls away, eyes blown wide with desire as your blood trickles out of the corner of his mouth.

“So fucking sweet, knew you’d taste good, but this?” He thumbs the blood from his skin, holding it up in the low light of the bedroom, “This is divine, I don’t think I can live without it now mi Sol.”

“Then don’t.” You whine, snatching his wrist with a weak hand, but he doesn’t fight you as you bring his thumb to your lips. You suck the combination of his saliva and your blood off his thumb and groan as the coppery taste hits you. Followed quickly by a warm, numbing sensation that coats your tongue. You suck gently on Frankie’s digit as the aphrodisiac effect ignites a burst of pleasure in your core.

“You want to be mine, truly mine?” Frankie growls as his thrusts become harder, more erratic as he cups your face with one large hand, the other pinning you to the bed by your hip. His fingertips dig into the soft flesh of your thigh and you squirm under him, pleasure making you feel light-headed.

“Please.”

“Good, because I’m never letting you go mi Sol, you’re mine, forever.” He grunts as he thrusts into you twice more, then he stills, panting and grunting as he spills inside you again and again. There’s so much cum you feel it leaking out of you the moment he starts to soften.

He pulls out completely, moving down to spit on your pussy and you whine and shudder at the way it slides down your folds, mingling with the blood, spit and your combined release. His fingers gather it all up and with one digit he slowly plugs you up, keeping everything inside as he places hot, wet kisses to your inner thighs.

“Frankie what are you-?”

“Trust me, mi Sol, you want me to do this, otherwise you’re not going to walk straight for a few days.” He mutters softly against your skin, kissing your tender flesh with such soft devotion you feel heat rising in your cheeks.

“So, this is vampire aftercare huh?” You wheeze as you prop yourself up on your elbows to watch as Frankie dotes on you in the most bizarre but delightful way.

“Mhm,” His eyes are closes as he moves his mouth lower, inhaling deeply as he gets close to your stuffed pussy, “Gotta look after my girl, if you’re still into that idea, that is?”

“Frankie, we just fucked in fucking missionary and it was the best sex of my life. As long as you don’t turn out to be a Scientologist, I’m willing to give this a shot.” You tease as you sit up a little more, running your hair through his soft, sweaty curls.

“So, Scientology is a no-go, but vampire is a-okay?” He asks with a teasing grin on his face that makes your chest flutter.

“What can I say, I’m a freak for freaks, but draw the line at anything endorsed by Tom Cruise.”

Frankie laughs, a deep, throaty noise that makes you clench around the finger still seated deep inside you.

“We’re going to get on just fine mi Sol, but any time you want to leave, I will not stop you. I’ve lived too long to know that trapping you would end in misery. I want this to be as, uh, normal, as possible.”

“Maybe you should have thought of that before ruining my pussy for every other human being out there now I’ve had vampire dick.”

“That fucking mouth,” Frankie purrs as his pupils dilate, “Going to have to see what other dirty things you can say and do.”

“Bring it on Francisco.” You goad him as you bite down on your lip and wink up at him. He has you pinned back against the bed before you can react. His lips brush against yours gently as you feel his hardening dick press against your stomach.

“The night is young, and I’m just getting started mi Sol.”

Your lips clash hungrily, and you smile to yourself as you get lost in each other’s bodies once more.

Who would have thought a breakup would feel so good?

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Am i Crazy? (Zosan X reader) P4

Plot: Reader hasn't been sleeping or eating, they wont let anyone touch then and keeps having accidents. Everyone if worried or thinks they've gone crazy but the reality is so much worse.

Warning: Domestic abuse (Not by the hands of Zoro or Sanji), Bad language, violence, self harm, blood, mental damage and manipulation.

Zoro X Sanji X reader, Poly relationship, established relationship, Reader is GN.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

After getting patched up in the medical room and finally managing to eat something, it was only a sandwich but it tasted so good, you felt a lot better. your face was now clean and the pain killers Chopper gave you made your back pain fade away. Nami stayed with you still apologizing for things you didn't think were her fault "Nami please. You did nothing wrong" you take her hand as she sits next to you on the bed your backs against the wall and your head on her shoulder. Chopper wraps your ankle up as Sanji sits on the edge of the bed crewing on an unlit cigarette, Zoro's hand on his knee while sitting in a chair. You haven't said much, your not really sure what to say, your still not out of danger you can feel it. "Are you ready to talk?" Chopper asks placing a ice pack on the ankle he just bandaged up. "Yea... i don't know what to say... but thank you" you look at all of them with a sad smile. "You can start by telling us who the hell he is" Zoro's hand grips Sanji's knee, someone has been hurting you under his nose, how did he not see this guy or even sense him. "He's my ex... i left him a few years ago, i knew he would try and find me but... i thought he would have given up a long time ago" you look down at your legs as Nami squeezes your hand "Has he been hurting you this whole time" The navigator asks earning a nod form you.

You start explaining everything you could, how he stopped you form sleeping and eating, how he hurt you if you did something wrong and what he would do to them if you stepped out of line. You talked about his devil fruit power and how he was always with you and when he wasn't he locked you in your room. You were so tired you couldn't fight back no matter how much you wanted too. Looking up you see the anger in Zoro and Sanji's face "Im sorry" you whisper feeling bad about not telling them but you had no chose "Iv seen the kind of man he is... when he said he would slit your throats in your sleep if i even looked at you, i knew he would do it" you hold back tears as they look up at you. Nami places a soft kiss on your head and moves off the bed "We should give them so space" She looks down at Chopper who nods and takes the navigators hand walking out of the room. Sanji gets up and moves across the bed to sit next to you still lightly chewing on the unlit cigarette while Zoro sits in the chair his hands clenched together while looking at your buried up leg. "Your safe now" Zoro suddenly speaks making you look up at him "We won't let him or anyone else hurt you" Sanji speaks taking his cigarette out and placing it on the table nearby before turning to you. "Can i hold you?" he asks not wanting to overstep, his words make you smile and let a few tears fall as you crawl into his lap and wrap your arms around him.

Sanji holds you close his face in your hair letting you cry into his chest "I'm so sorry... i didn't want you to get hurt and i'm sorry for wasting food and- and" you cried out as Sanji shushed you stroking your hair and lightly rocking you form side to side "None of this is your fault" he whispers down to you keeping his voice soothing and low to keep you calm. Zoro gulps looking at the two of you, it's been so long since you last let either of them touch you and when you lean into him outside your shared room, he was sacred to touch you but you need help. He stands up and sits on the edge of the bed scooting towards you a little "Y/n?" he asks seeing your head turn to look at him through Sanji's hold. You reach a shaky hand out to him and touch his arm letting him know it's ok to touch you, he gives you a small smile moving closer to wrap an arm around you and the other around Sanji keeping you three close together as he leans down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead "Your so strong y/n." The swordsman's words surprise you, you sit up in their arms to look at him confused. Sanji smiles and brushes a stand of hair out of your face and caresses your cheek with a gentle and soft hand. "He's right your so strong and brave" you shake your head at them "I didn't... i couldn't fight back" you didn't understand why they were saying these things. You are weak and tired and in pain, when he hits you, you don't fight back so how are you strong?

Zoro leans in and places his forehead against yours looking into your eyes with such a soft and loving expression "Your alive, you took a beating to protect Nami and Chopper, you took everything he threw at you and more. Your strong and brave and no one not even he can take that away form you" His hand runs up your back to your face rubbing his thumb under your eye wiping away a tear that falls "You think that?" You still don't fully believe him, your so used to being called useless, stupid or even that you deserved it by your ex and your mother. "We both do and i'm sure the rest of the crew does too" Sanji smiles kissing the top of your head still holding you close to his chest. As you lay there with them enjoying their soft touches yelling started to get louder outside until it was almost in front of the medical door. You jumped unsure of who was yelling but Sanji held you close telling you it was ok, you could hear so many voices yelling outside and your heart started racing, you body shaking fearing your ex got out. "Hay baby it's ok. I'll check it out" Zoro kisses your forehead and was about to get up and leave when you grabbed his hand stopping him "Please don't leave" you begged your other hand clinging onto Sanji not wanting either of them to leave you.

Zoro places a hand on yours sitting back down while Sanji pulls away a bit to look at your face "It's ok... i'm here, and he'll be right back" The cook reassures you but you don't let go "I'm going too then" you almost yell, determined to stay with them no matter what. Zoro sighs and shakes his head "Its probably just Luffy being mad, you don't need to come with" you shake your head at him and sit up straight. Sanji can't help but laugh catching your attention "That's my love" he smiles seeing you starting to act like yourself again, he didn't think it would happen this quick, but he's glad. Zoro stands up still holding your hand and nods, the two help you up off the bed and walk with you to the door. Zoro keeps you behind him his hand holding yours as Sanji holds you next to him, the door opens to see Nami and Chopper standing in the way of a very angry Luffy, Franky, Brook and Usopp. "I want to talk to Y/N" Luffy yells at Nami who stands in front of him, he doesn't make a move to get past her just keeps asking her to move, while the others yell behind him the same thing. Nami has a lot of power in the crew, she may not be the strongest, but she can put the crew on their asses if she wants.

The three of you step out and you feel a little better knowing its just your crew, Robin isn't with them so your guessing she's still watching the door which means he hasn't gotten out. There are no windows other than the one in the door but thats way to small to get out of and it's been covered up for a while. "Y/N" Luffy smiles waving at you once he sees you, Nami and Chopper turn to see you three "You should be resting" Chopper runs up to you worried about your health but you smile down at him "Im ok Chopper. i won't over do it i promise". Nami sighs and walks over the boys following her "You ok?" she asks looking worried but you nod at her "Yea i'm feeling much better, thank you for everything" she smiles at your words and hugs you lightly, you lean into her but keep your hands attacked to Sanji and Zoro not willing to let them go yet. Once she lets go you finally see your captains face, he looks mad, his hat covering his eyes, it makes you look down in shame but Zoro squeezes your hand letting you know it's ok. Luffy reaches a hand up and gently places it on your head, tears well up in your eyes "Nami and Chopper explained everything, is it true?" he asks his voice deep as he tries to keep his anger down.

You nod slowly "I'm sorry Captain" you whisper the hand on your head moves to your chin making you look up at him, he looks up with you your eyes meeting and you can see the fire burning in his pupils "No one hurts my crew.... we have your back" You let a tear fall before hugging Luffy, letting go of your boys to cling to the man who you know will become king of the pirates. Luffy hugs you back letting a smile form on his face "We'll deal with him later, for now let's eat" he pulls away holding you by your shoulders "You're too skinny" The captain comments only to get hit on the head by Nami and Sanji sending him down to the floor with a big red bump forming in his head "Don't comment on it" the two yell out in unison, you cover your mouth but can't help but laugh and smile at their actions, your laughter makes everyone look at you a little shocked at first, it's been almost a month since anyone has heard you laugh and it's a welcome sound. Zoro places an arm around you and laughs with you, happy your starting to feel more like yourself.

Sanji cooked up a big quick meal so everyone could eat, and he could join you at the table instead of staying in the kitchen. Franky had boarded up your bedroom door so everyone could eat together and discuss what to do with the man in your room. You happily ate with them and the conversation was nice but as dinner was ending the questions turned to your past and what to do with your ex. "How did you meet the guy anyway?" Franky asks, after hearing so much about the guy he wondered why you would even date him in the first place. "It was a blind date my mum set up. He's rich, runs his own company and my mum thought he would be a good fit" you answer feeling a little better about answering questions, no one seemed to think you were stupid or weak. It also helps that Zoro's hand was always on your leg rubbing it lightly when ever he senses you get nervous or upset and Sanji had his arm around you smoking a cigarette feeling more relaxed now your with him. "Is that all she cared about? Him being rich?" Usopp asks while slapping Luffy's hand away form his plate. "I guess i never talked about it hu... My mum and i worked full time, and we couldn't afford the rent on our little shack so when a rich man says i want to date your daughter of course you say yes." you look down at your hands on the table.

Zoro's hand running up and down your leg to clam you while Sanji finishes off his cigarette and lays his head on your shoulder. "S-Sorry" Usopp stutter feeling like he offended you and your mother, Luffy taking the opportunity to take the meat from his friends plate and swallow it whole only leaving the bone. You giggle it but turn back to the other as Usopp yells at his friend "It's ok, i don't like her anyway she's not the person i thought she was" you sigh as Sanji takes your hand and kisses your shoulder. "I'm sorry but... why would you date an abuser?" Franky asks raising an eyebrow at you earning a groan from Nami "Its doesn't start out that way" she comments stabbing her fork into her food. Robin nods with a sigh "Yes, Abuse never starts out hurting their partner" You nod with her Sanji moving his head to look at you. Franky looks down at his plate embarrassed but you smile at him "It's ok... he was sweet, always complimented me, bought me stuff and took me on my first holiday. After a few months of dating we were about to lose the shack so when he offered to pay of the rent as long as i lived with him i said yes... That's when the comments started, it wasn't anything too big, mainly about what i was wearing, i was too skinny or too buff. He asked me to work for him at home to help with his company so i did but ended up just doing house work... Overtime he would say things to my friends or fake emergency's so i couldn't see them which drove me apart from them. He convinced me it was their fault not mine though and i cut contact with them. I used to go to the gym to get out of the house, but he started asking why i was going, why i was wearing leggings or a crop top. He had a gym built in the house so i could work out at home. i was thankful for it, but he slowly started limiting my time in there." you gulped memories coming back "The first time he hit i only had my mum to go to.... she-she told me it was my fault" you sigh leaning back in your seat.

Zoro's hand moving form your hand holding it tight to tell you he's there. Sanji's hand rubs your shoulder while the other hold your other hand lightly rubbing his thumb over yours. The others listened wanting to understand how you got into this mess in the first place and what this man was like, as you talked they understood, they could see the manipulation and the tole it took on you. "Did you leave after that?" Chopper asks hoping you did but your face said otherwise. "I stayed with him for two more years, i feel so stupid but i had no one to turn to and nowhere to go, he had all the money in his control and the house was surrounded by this large wall, he had the only key to the gate and house." you sigh looking up at Chopper whose eyes tear up "T-The scar on your back, was that form him?" He asks, Chopper knows the scar well, you often come to him for help with it since it can get red and tender after a battle or a tough workout but you push past the pain and work hard. "Yea, he stabbed me after i turned on of his white shirts pink... its much better than it was though and its all thanks to you Chopper. You've been a big help" you nod giving the doctor a smile making him smile back and wiggle a little trying not to act like it affects him.

The others smile at the doctor's cute reaction before Luffy looks up at you and asks you've been dreading all dinner "So what do we do with him?" Your Captain looks at you, hoping for a straight answer but you don't have one, your not sure what to do or how to go about things. "I-i don't know" you stutter a little hating the fact you did but its not like you could help it "He's persistent and with his devil fruit powers, i'm guessing he won't give up easily" Robin ponders trying to think of the best way to deal with the man. "We should just kill him" Zoro speaks up catching everyone's attention, his voice seething with anger. You never considered your ex dying, you always thought of him as an unkillable thing but in reality he was just a man. You look at your swordsman seeing him very serious about what he said before turning to look at Sanji who had the same face willing to kill to protect you. You know Zoro would kill in a heart beat but Sanji never did, not as far as you know. "That's an easy way to go about it and I'll solve all our problems" Robin nods earning a nod from Brook in response. "Are we really gonna kill the guy on our ship? i don't want it haunted" Usopp's face goes white as he speaks causing the tension in the air to lift as Luffy laughs at his friend and Nami yells form across the table "Be serious"

You can't help but laugh too along with Robin as Chopper hugs usopp's side them both yelling about being haunted while Nami yells at them, "I think another ghost would be nice" Brook notes sipping on his tea only to get hit in the head by Nami causing the skeleton to fall of his chair. You were about to talk when an explosion went off on the ship, it shook the sunny sending plates and cups falling to the floor shattering and some of your crew falling out of their chairs. Zoro and Sanji managed to keep you form falling as the ship started to balance it's self. Luffy, Franky and Robin rushed out the kitchen to see what has happened, Zoro tried to follow but you stopped him grabbing his arm. He turned to face you and pulled your hand off his "It's ok, i'll deal with him, Keep them safe" He looks to you then Sanji who give the swordsman a nod as he holds you close to his chest. "I got them". Zoro leaves and takes his swords out ready to kill this guy for hurting you. Brook closes the door behind them to keep anyone form coming in or out with them knowing, Nami pulls out her staff ready to fight if need be. Sanji helps you up and walks you into the kitchen keeping you away form doors and window, "When i get my hands on him, he's dead" Sanji mumbles under his breath, gritting his teeth.

#one piece #polly relationship #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #sanji x reader #sanji x zoro #zosan #zoro x sanji #zosan x reader #imagine #black leg sanji #sanji #one piece sanji #vinsmoke sanji #zoro roronoa #zoro #zoro x sanji x reader #zosan fanfic #halloween

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viaoverthemoon · 11 months

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Never Enough <3

The people have spoken!!

Thank you for all the votes! ❤️ I had a feeling smut would win lol

I'd like to apologize for how long this took. I've been pretty busy and this gem has just been sitting in my drafts ;-; I'm just really fucking tired. ANYWAYS:

Vendetta!Leon x Fem!Shy!Virgin!Reader

Summary: You meet Leon in a bar and you two hit it off a little too well. <3

Tw: SMUT BUT NOT PENETRATIVE, oral (m and f receiving), overstimulation, non-penetration sex, this is kinda hot, why did I write this?, this shit kinda long.

18+!! NSFW!! MDNI!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!! <3

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You decided it was about time that you finally agreed to go drinking with your friends.

They'd asked you many times to go out with them and just relax, but you would always refuse.

Between doing college work and having a part-time job, you've just never had the time.

But tonight, you intended to loosen up a little.

Now you sit in a stool at some downtown nightclub, the shortest dress you own barely covering your ass as the worn leather of the stool digs into you.

You hardly understand the conversation your friends are having as you lazily sip from the fruity alcoholic drink they'd gotten for you, your head buzzing delightfully from the alcohol.

You nod along when someone else nods, and giggle when everyone does, barely paying attention until the bartender catches your eye.

He offers you a deep red drink and says its from a handsome blonde man sitting at the end of the bar.

After accepting the drink and confirming with the bartender that you would tell him if you ever felt uncomfortable, you look over at the man and are completely overwhelmed by the bright blue eyes of a stranger.

Time itself seems to slow as you lock eyes with him. His brown hair falls over his face in a messy, yet clean way, the stubble on his face a clear sign that he hasn't shaved in a few days. He eyes you over the rim of his glass as he drinks without stopping, lips forming into a sort of smile when he realizes you're staring at him.

Your cheeks burn in embarrassment once you have this same realization, giving him a quick hesitant smile before turning back to your drinks.

You nurse the both of them for a little while longer, returning to your friend's conversation (they hadn't noticed what was going on), and stealing glances at the man every now and then.

This goes on for another 10 minutes, until you're genuinely laughing at your friends' jokes, silently listening until a presence appears close to your back and the voices of your friends trails off as they all look behind you.

You look at their dropped jaws and glances at each other in confusion before turning around, eyes widening when you see the handsome stranger from earlier.

He looks down at you, a slightly confident smirk on his lips when you feel your cheeks heat up again.

You mouth a small 'oh, hello', looking up at him as he leans a little closer so he can be heard over the loud music. Only close enough to be heard but not close enough to be within your personal space.

"Hi. The names Leon. Leon Kennedy. May I ask about yours's?" He sticks his hand out to be shook and judging by the shake in his hands and the quiver of his voice when he asked the overly formal question, you can tell he's not very experienced in this. Well, lucky enough for him, you aren't either.

You can't take your eyes off of him as you mutter your name, stumbling over it as if you've never said it before, and shake his outstretched hand.

He seems to relax a bit more when he sees you're worse at this than he is.

Still holding your hand, he glances at your friends before leaning down to whisper in your ear,

"I want to get to know you more but we aren't really in a private place... wanna get out of here?"

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If someone had told you the minute you'd stepped into that bar that you would be leaving with a complete stranger, you would've thought they were crazy.

But if they'd continued and told you you'd end up on your knees in front of said man with his cock shoved down your throat, well, you probably would've called the police.

15 minutes in a taxi with Leon and it felt like you both had known each other your whole lives.

Secrets had been shared, confessions spilled, and opinions expressed. You'd shared more with Leon than you had shared with your own parents, and vice versa.

Leon was surprised by the feeling of trust that clouded his judgement when he got to know you. It was... relieving... to finally have someone he can trust.

Whether it was the sudden feeling of trust, or perhaps the liquid courage (you really couldn't tell), it'd given you the nerve to bring him into a heated kiss outside his door.

He'd been surprised, but immediately kissed you back, unlocking his door and being pushed by you into the apartment.

And now, you sit on your knees in front of him, gagging slightly as he thrusts relentlessly into your mouth.

Your eyes sting and water as he repeatedly hits the back of your throat, but you don't care. The look of him above you, hair damp from sweat and almost sticking to his forehead. Him panting hard as he groans and whimpers, his grip on your hair painful but you're not complaining. These elements along with the low words he grumbles to you is enough to keep you going.

"Fuuuuck sweetheart... Didn't think you'd be a nasty little thing. Sweet Jesu- and you're taking me so deep- God-"

He throws his head back, his hips stuttering for just a second, letting you know he's close.

That statement wasn't entirely true. He knew you would be different the moment you drank the two half-full glasses of alcohol like shots, finishing the both of them in one gulp each.

Well, you didn't drink often but that doesn't mean you don't know how to handle your drinks.

And if there was anything he liked, don't worry, he'll tell you.

"Ah, shit- That felt so fucking good. Ooo, baby, do that again-"

And when he cums, he pushes your head all the way down on his cock, so deep in the euphoria of the orgasm you'd given him that he almost forgets you need to breathe. But you let him come down from his high, albeit choking and sputtering at the feeling of him deep in your throat and the warm feeling of his release sliding down your esophagus and into your belly.

Eventually, his groans and gasps for air come to a halt and he slides out of your warm mouth. Before you can pull away, he grabs your cheeks and forces you to look at him.

"Lemme see it..." He says this to you in a condescending, almost mocking, tone that annoys you but also makes you clench your legs together.

Yet, you follow his command, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue to show him the remains. He exhales a slow breath, as if trying to control himself. "Thank you, angel."

He carefully lifts you off of your knees and kisses you.

His tongue fought eagerly with yours, the taste of him relishing in both of your mouths.

Leon began to slide his hands south, fidgeting with the bottom of your dress that rested right at the top of your thighs.

In a moment of fearful hesitation, you stop his hands and the kiss.

He slightly panics, thinking he may have crossed a line and you can see his thoughts in his eyes.

"Oh no, no! Leon I'm fine! I just... um... can we not do the... ya'know... Because I'm still- er- I've never-"

And then Leon's fears wash away. He gives you this soft smile. One that makes your knees weak and your embarrassment evaporate. He caresses your cheek, looking deep into your eyes as you swoon.

"Oh, angel. We don't have to do that if you don't want to. I completely understand."

You're left in a complete daze as you answer him with a 'yeah, okay'. He picks you up bridal style and carries you to what you can only assume is his bedroom.

He plops you on the bed before taking of his shirt and completely removing his pants. You follow suit, removing your short dress to reveal only your lacy thong.

Leon groans, placing his hands on the edge of the bed. His grip on the poor thing was terrifying. This guy is holding back demons.

"Fuck, angel..." He grabs your ankles and pulls you toward the edge of the bed, causing you to yelp.

"It's like you're trying to kill me or something." He kneels on the ground and throws your legs over his shoulders, licking his lips and eyeing you like a predator.

You barely understand a word he's saying. The view on your side was amazing. Having a powerful man on his knees in-between your legs was doing something to your ego.

You whine, toying with your nipples and biting your lip in anticipation. "Leon..." You try to tell him with your eyes to hurry up. Because if he doesn't give you what you want right now, you're about to get it yourself.

He only laughs, moving your thong to the side and out of the way of your entrance. "I know sweet girl... It must hurt so bad. I know."

You whimper, back slightly arching, when he blows cool air onto your pussy.

And before you can snap at him to tell him to stop playing with you, he licks a long stripe up your slit. You gasp, one of your hands flying down to grab onto his hair.

And before you can chastise him about that, he places his entire mouth on your pussy, sucking, biting, and sticking his tongue inside of you.

Oh, now you're screaming.

You're sure Leon will have noise complaints from his neighbors by tomorrow morning, but you can't find it in you to give a fuck.

The hand not buried in Leon's hair is busy gripping his sheets as he tears sound after sound out of you. He eats you out like a man starved, having no mercy on your poor cunt. You aren't even sure if he can breathe but that thought is lost somewhere in the back of your mind.

Your body can hardly keep up with his ministrations, not being able to tell if you're feeling pleasure or pain. You writhe in his grip. He'd wrapped his arms around your legs, locking you in place as close to his face as possible. He doesn't stop, not as you tug on his hair to pull him away, not as your screams and pleas get louder and louder, and not as you finally hit your high.

And you can't even have a moment to come down from it because he isn't stopping.

You cry out, tugging hard on his hair. You just wanted a small break, therefore not using your safe word. He looks up at you, finally.

Half of his face is dripping wet and shiny with your arousal and release. If he cares about that, he doesn't show it. He pants and looks at you with that wide smile, admiring your red cheeks, wet lips, and heavy breathing before leaning down to give you hickeys on your inner thighs.

"God you looked so pretty coming on my tongue, angel... Do it again?"

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I was going to just do m receiving oral and then do f receiving another day, but then I was like "Fuck it. We ball." ya feel?

Anyways, hope you enjoyed!

Requests are open!! <3

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peterman-spideyparker · 8 months

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Seven Years (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader) (Horses and Zebras 3/4)

Author’s Note: So I wanted to post this earlier in the month, but my phone just decided it wasn't having it anymore and stopped working, and that old phone was where I had a lot of WIPs, and it's just taken me a bit to find the energy to move it from one phone to another and then edit it, but, it's here! This one is angsty, so strap on your sad pants. Enjoy! :)

Summary: It's been seven years since Matt Murdock broke your heart, and it's taken seven years to push all of the feelings for him away. So when he comes to your apartment out of the blue, it tears those wounds right open again--not to mention the huge secret he brings with him.

Warnings: Angst (seven years of bottle up emotion, hurt, tears, emotional conflict/fighting/shouting, sobbing, two broken hearts breaking) canon typical violence (Matt getting seriously beat up in the black suit and passing out on Reader's floor), sweet delicious tension, swearing

Other Characters: OFC

Word Count: 2,955

You tighten the grip on your bat as you carefully walk from your bedroom down the hall to your main living space. You don’t see anyone, and part of you only thinks you were dreaming of it, but the distinct sound of labored breathing confirms that your was right.

Someone’s in your apartment.

Rounding the corner around your sofa, you see a masked man dressed in all black on your floor. As you raise your bat, ready to swing down on him, he speaks to you.

“Wait!” he pants, feebly holding up a bloody hand in surrender. “It’s me. It’s Matt.”

Matt . . . Columbia Matt?

He grunts and groans as he pulls off his black mask, revealing a face that you worked day after day to forget about. You are beyond confused, but you drop your bat, using all your strength and adrenaline to pick him up and place him on the couch. Once he’s settled, you rush over to where you keep your first aid kit, immediately cutting his shirt open and working to take care of him.

“How did this happen?” you breathe after a long while of concentrated work.

“It’s a long story,” he grunts, his face twisting in pain.

You swallow hard, nervous as you think of my next question. “H-How did you find me?”

“That might be a bit of a longer story.”

“Matt.”

“Just . . . I’ll tell you. I swear. But maybe not while you have a needle in your hand.”

Your lips pull into a tight line as you start to suture a large wound, feeling as if he’s just dodging the question. Doing the best you can to keep down all of the old hurt feelings from college, you finish patching him up and cleaning him.

“Rest here for a while,” you say as you take off your gloves and tie off the bag of supplies waste. “I’ll be back in a few hours to changes some of the bandages.”

“(Y/N), wait,” he starts, but you don’t do as he asks, throwing the bag into your kitchen trash before you rush into your room. Once your door is closed, you start to cry quietly, running your fingers through your hair as you try and figure everything out. Why is he here? What’s going on? Why . . . Why did you help him without a second thought? You’re a doctor, that’s why! But that’s not the whole story, you know that. You helped him so readily because he’s Matt. He’s Matt, for God’s sake. No one ever made you feel like how he did back in college. He was kind, compassionate, warm . . . and a two-timer. But is it two-timing if you weren’t even just a couple but more of a hookup?

“What the fuck?” you whisper, whimpering slightly before you collapse on your bed, tears starting to stream down your cheeks.

As you lie in bed, your mind racing a million miles a minute, something urges you to wipe your eyes dry and sit up, moving back to the living room when you hear him grunt in pain.

“You’re pulling at your stitches,” you say quietly, but it’s clear you’ve been crying. “Lie back down so I can change out the gauze.”

“(Y/N)—.”

“Please.”

He swallows, his eyes blinking fast to fight tears as he does what you ask. Carefully, you pull the paper tape back, using clean gauze and cotton balls to soak up the blood seeping through his wounds. He air is charged with seven years of things unsaid and unresolved feelings, but neither of you dare speak it into existence.

“The stubble is a nice look,” you say quietly as you prepare a needle and some sutures to help reinforce what he’s pulled. “There was something endearing about the smooth baby face, though.”

A small smile pulls at the corners of his mouth. “You’re still using that hand lotion. That special one with the mastic in it your aunt sends you from Greece.”

You’re shocked that he remembers that, but you’re even more taken aback that he can smell it on your skin— you put a little of it on your hands early this morning before your shift today.

“Y-Yeah,” you swallow, doing your best to push down the bubble of emotion ready to burst in your chest. “So . . . Is this a recent hobby of yours? Dressing in black with a mask and getting brutally beat up?”

“(Y/N), you wouldn’t understand.”

“Sure,” you scoff. “What’s another secret, right?”

“Huh?”

You finish tying up his wounds as his brow scrunches.

“Is this . . . This that why you ended things?” he asks quietly. “You thought I was lying to you about something?”

“That’s not a simple question to ask, Matt.”

“But I deserve to know. There were two people in that relationship.”

“I left when there were still two, yeah. It was almost three.”

“What?” he asks with furrowed brows. “Were . . . Were you—?”

“No, Matt, not that,” you say softly, discarding your supplies as you sit down and lean froward, your elbows on your knees whalebone of your thumbs gently strokes the back of your other hand. “There was a girl, she had a really unique rich name . . .”

“Elektra?” Of course he knows. But as soon as the name leaves his lips, his demeanor changes. “What did she do to you?”

“Nothing,” you lie. “I saw the end coming, and I left before I could get burned.”

“You left and you never told me why. Maybe you didn’t get burned, but I did.”

“No, Matt, you didn’t. You didn’t notice. Yes, I completely cut you out, and yes, I stopped talking to you. I didn’t stop talking to Foggy. I heard how you were out gallivanting everywhere with her, throwing everything away for her and the thrill of it. You didn’t miss me for a damn second after I left because I was just a way for you to get an A. You couldn’t have cared less, and I sat and suffered the biggest heartbreak of my life.”

The silence is so thick it could be cut with a butcher’s knife. But you’re not prepared for how fragile Matt sounds when he speaks next.

“You . . . You talked to Foggy?” he cracks.

“I did.”

“Do you still talk to him?”

“S-Sometimes,” you stutter, and you sound just ask broken as he does. “We get coffee now and then.”

You watch as tears glisten in his eyes. “What happened?” he begs softly. “Please, what happened?”

“I told you—.”

“That was a lie, (Y/N). I know it was. Something happened.”

You sigh, wrapping your arms around yourself. “That night, after we slept together, I woke up in the middle of the night. I was so happy, Matt. I was over the moon. Then I saw something out of the corner of my eye, and it was a bright red thong with a note from Elektra for your ‘next adventure’. It was dated two days before we were together.”

Matt’s tongue peaks out over his lips as he works to processes everything you’ve told him. “If . . . if she wrote a note . . .”

“It was in braille, Matt.”

“You . . . You can read braille?”

“We spent so much time together, I learned it for you. You were important to me, Matt, I wanted to be able to be able to share that with you.”

“(Y/N) . . . “

“Please, Matt—.”

“Elektra wasn’t in the picture while we were together. I promise you. After you left, after I couldn’t get in touch with you, that’s when I met Elektra. That’s when that part of my life started.”

“Then how did those panties and note get in your room?”

“I don’t know. But I swear on my life, my law firm, and my vigilante secret that I didn’t know her while we were together and I don’t know how those got into my room.” He takes one of your hands and places it directly over his heart. “I swear. I could never lie to you.”

“But it didn’t take long for you to start seeing her after we—after I left,” you say pulling your hand back. “How can you say you cared about me that much if you went right into her arms?”

His face contorts in pain. “I was heartbroken! I didn’t know what to do! You switched sections of health law, you wouldn’t answer my calls, I couldn’t find you! I thought something awful happened to you! I thought . . .” He starts to cry in frustration. “I was lost, and Elektra was at least something to focus on, because I had an awful feeling in my stomach that I’d never see you again!”

Hurt and rage mix in you as you listen to his words, how he tries to explain it—how he tries to justify it. “You could have tried to find me! You knew where I lived! Hell, you found me tonight, didn’t you? If you could do it tonight, you could’ve done it then! You could have tried to explain things! You would have fought for me if you actually cared about me!”

The silence is deafening, and you shatter as Matt’s face falls with your last sentence. “Sit here and rest,” you say quietly, your tone far different than what it was seconds ago. “Please, don’t move. I’ll be back in a few hours to change the dressing. I don’t want you pulling at more of your stitches. Anymore than you already have, at least.”

Before you can move away, Matt takes your hand in his. Every last function in your body freezes as you stare down at your hand, completely wrapped in his. It’s warm and comforting, and even with the calloused and scars on his hands, they’re so incredibly soft. His face is fragile and vulnerable as he tilts his head toward you.

“This isn’t . . . I-I have a boyfriend,” you breathe as you pull from his touch. “I have a boyfriend.”

“(Y/N)—.”

“I have a boyfriend,” you repeat, but it doesn’t sound like you're trying to tell him a fact. It’s like you’re repeating it to yourself to remind you that you’re seeing someone so you don’t do anything with Matt.

“Do you feel about him how you did about me?”

“That’s not a fair question.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Matt—.”

“Tell me.”

“No.”

“No what? You won’t answer, or you don’t feel that same?”

“I could never feel the same about anyone like I did for you.” You finally pull your hand from his as you wipe away the hot tears that fall from your lashes. “You were the love of my life, and I was a notch in your belt.”

“That’s not true.”

“Don’t tell me how to feel.”

“No—you’re saying I didn’t love you. I loved you more than anything.”

“So you loved me so much you waited seven years to get this all out?”

“(Y/N), I told you, I didn’t know what to do when you weren’t with me in the morning. And then after . . . I didn’t know how to go about it all, and the more time passed, the more it felt like I couldn’t do anything. Stop trying to put this just on me.”

“I’m not trying to, I’m trying to figure this out. Words and actions don’t match up. You’re telling me you were broken and lost when you couldn’t find me. Four days later, Foggy tells me you and him crash a party and then you start doing God knows what with Elektra. I could see you on campus, how you acted with each other. How she looked at you and how you leaned into her. There was affection and tenderness and passion—things that I wanted to have with you. I felt every last strand of my soul shatter when I saw you because every time I did, it told me that I wasn’t enough. That there was someone better suited for you than me. Matt, you have to understand where I’m coming with this.”

He closes his eyes and dips his head. “I do. I . . . I wish I could do it all over. But . . . (Y/N), it’s all so complicated. I want you in my life, and I’ve wanted that since the day we met, but I know the reality. My life—even then—if I kept you in it, you would be hurt far worse than a broken heart. I mean, you saw how I came through your window.”

Your throat is thick as you swallow. “So even then, even in Columbia . . .?”

“No. But my past . . . My past followed me to Columbia. I didn’t know it then, but it’s why Elektra came into the picture. It’s why I’m Daredevil now. If you had been with me for any of that—for a second of that, (Y/N)—you would’ve gotten hurt, I’m sure of it. And if you got hurt . . .” It’s his turn to wipe away tears. “I couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt.”

“But what if you had told me?”

“It’s not that simple, and I know you know that.”

“I don’t mean a casual sentence drop in a conversation, Matt, I mean an actual discussion where we get to talk everything out, and where you can explain things.”

“Even if I had done that—.”

“I swear if you say it’s more complicated that that, I will slap you.”

His eyes flutter shut as he lets out a sigh. “I’ve already told you, though. I’d expose you to the possibility of getting hurt if we did that.”

“How would that be different than what we’re doing right now, Matt?”

He opens his mouth to respond, but his jaw just hangs, unable to form a sentence because he knows you’re right. He lets out a breath, his eyes blinking rapidly as his tongue pokes out to wet his lips.

“I can count on one hand the things in this world that are most precious to me,” he starts softly, holding up the hand on his good arm. “Foggy, helping others, my faith, and you. If I did something to jeopardize any of those in any way . . . I’d be questioning who I am as a person.” He grunts in pain as he sits up, his labored breathing evidence of his determination to get it all out, and for once in his life be vulnerable to someone that matters to him. “I thought that when you left, maybe it was good, you know? That you could see my red flags before . . . Fuck, I don’t know. And then when I started doing this . . . one night, I just remember thinking over and over, ‘I’m so glad (Y/N) can’t see me like this now. It would kill her.’ Not just my bruises and cuts and scars, but what I became—what I am. Part of myself disappeared after you left. The happiness, the light . . . it started to disappear when I woke up without you in my arms one morning, and I’ve never been able to find it since.”

“Matt,” you breathe.

“I want to find it again. I want to find that happiness I had with you in college. But I can’t find it without you. Being here talking with you, I know that, now. I need you. Don’t go,” he say softly as your noses rest together, your lips extremely close together. “Please don’t go.”

As your brain misfires with his words spinning in your head, his touch intoxicating your senses, he squeezes your hand and pulls you close, pressing a deep, tender, urgent kiss to your lips. He’s begging you not to go, silently pleading for you to change your mind about whatever you’re thinking of that doesn’t involve him.

“I can’t loose you again,” he says against your lips. “Please. I can’t survive that again.”

“Matt . . . This isn’t the right time.”

“It’ll never be the right time. But there’s a reason that I got hurt near you home. There’s a reason why you helped when you could’ve turned me away. There’s a reason that we’re still talking. Please, please don’t go. Stay with me. Let’s . . . Let’s figure this out. Please.”

“You said that you can’t survive loosing me again. But I gain survive getting hurt like that again.”

“I won’t. I swear I’ll never hurt you like that, I’ll never let you get hurt like that again. I just need you.”

It breaks your heart how the tears stain his face, his eyes even puffier from the drops he refuses to let fall, telling you that you hold the last glimmer of hope he has.

“I . . . I—,” you start when your phone begins to ring. Glancing over, you see your phone light up with your boyfriend’s name on the screen. Pulling your hand from Matt’s, you go into the kitchen and pick up.

“Hey,” you say softly.

“Hey, baby,” he says, his words laced with exhaustion. “ER is short staffed.”

“What else is new?”

He lets out a soft chuckle. “I’m not getting out of here for a long while. I’ll probably be leaving the ER when you walk into the lobby in the morning, in all honesty. But I’ll see you tomorrow night, okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you,” you hum. “Remember to try and take a rest if there’s a lull.”

“Always looking out for me. Get some rest yourself, babe. I’ll see you.”

“Night, Chris.”

When you turn around, you see that your couch vacant, Matt absolutely no where to be found. Feeling your lip quiver uncontrollably, you drop your phone and fall to your knees, absolutely blubbering, your heart shattering to pieces just like it did all those years ago. Only this time, you’re the one who is left behind.

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Caring /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: “heyy! can i get an azriel x reader fic where she’s taking care of him like cleaning his wings and washing his hair and all while he tells her about his day? like super fluffy and cute and domestic. thank you bby and feel free to drop this request if you don’t feel like writing it <3”

Warnings: None

Word Count: 970

Notes: Thank you @cityofidek for requesting this, I loved writing it. Fluff Az is everything to me ❤️❤️❤️

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My eyes followed the words on the page, the book Nesta recommended was exciting, a little too obscene but it was the kind of book that made you devour the pages, eager for more as the story progressed. My hand gripped the cushion as the storyline came to an unexpected turn, the lead female having to decided between saving her lover or herself.

I wasn’t aware of my surroundings neither that i was holding my breath until Azriel’s voice sounded in the doorway, my chest rising rapidly as I closed the book, my eyes looking away from the pages and landing on my mate. My mouth fell open and my eyes were so wide that they almost popped out my eye socket.

“Oh Mother, what happened to you?” I breathed out as i kept looking up and down him, he was a mess, he had mud covering his body, some droplets of blood on his face, his hair completely disheveled and a shy smile on his lips.

“We decided to train outside Velaris, maybe fly a little, but suddenly started to rain and Cassian thought that it was a good idea and he started a mud fight.” Azriel eyed me from behind his lashes, like a child trying not to be scolded, my ears finally hearing the soft tapping of the rain on the windows.

“The three of you are really Illyrian babies, aren’t you?” I giggled at him and got up, discarding the book on my previous seat and walking towards him. “Let’s get you cleaned, baby boy.” He happily let me take his dirty hand and guide him to the main bathroom.

He stripped his clothes off while I filled the bathtub, choosing some of my favorite scents and shaking the water to form bubbles, sitting on the side of the tub, I waited for Az to climb in, his big body splashing water as he submerged his head.

He rose again, bubbles on his hair as I reached for the shampoo bottle, applying some in my hand and starting to rub his hair, he rested his head on my lap, I didn’t care about getting wet, as he already had me soaking when he entered the tub.

“How was your day my love?” My hands gently washed through his locks, his hair falling adorably on his forehead while he kept his eyes closed.

“We didn’t feel like training in the House of Wind today, so we just headed to the woods.” I lifted my eyebrows, they loved the space and how practical the sparring ring was there.”

“There was something wrong with the House?”His eyes opened a little and his cheeks were colored on a bright red, i leaned down, kissing the tip of his nose as he looked adorable that way.

“Nesta and the Valkyries wanted to do solo training, so she kicked us out.” I snorted and he smiled, picturing Nesta with her hands resting on her hips while she sent them away. “So the woods seemed a good idea, we used to go there to train when we were young.” I removed the shampoo and grabbed a cloth, soaking it with soap and moved, getting behind him to clean his chest and wings.

Azriel’s lips parted and a breathy moan escaped him, the cloth dragging on his wings, rubbing the spots where the mud had dried out, I knew that his wings were sensitive in a sexual way, but in these intimate moments, where we just did something together and listened to each other, this kind of touch never turned him on, he just hummed and enjoyed the comfort he would feel as my finger slid on his wings, the feeling of love suffocating the lust, he felt safe when I did that.

“We were doing a intense training when the first drops of rain fell, and suddenly it was a whole thunderstorm, the heavy drops soothing my sore muscles. Mud start flying everywhere as our feet hit the ground.” My hands got down his chest, cleaning his collarbone and shoulders, his head turned to the side and he placed a kiss on my arm. “Then Cassian fell on his ass, Rhys and i stopped and started laughing at him, you should have seen his face, he was so mad that he grabbed a hand full of mud, throwing at Rhysand, and he just did the same and we ended up hiding in the woods trying to hit the other.”

“Did you win?” His smile widened and he opened his eyes, looking at me.

“Not to brag, but I’m sure Rhysand and Cassian are still removing mud from their mouths right now.” I giggled and he rested his head against my arm.

“I knew you would beat those two losers.” I joked and Az laughed, his chest rising and the sound reverberating on the walls. “I think you’re all set, mister.” I said getting up and heading to our bedroom to find something for him to wear. He showed up behind me, the towel wrapped around his waist while he dried his hair with another, I gave him his clothes and got to the bathroom to clean the mess.

Changing clothes, I hopped on bed with him, pulling him closer until his head rested on my chest, one of my hands resting on his back and the other one caressing his hair, I could feel the slowly rising of his chest as he started drifting to sleep, his tired body gaining it’s deserved rest as i hummed, singing to him, a melody that I heard once the bond snapped, the kind of melody that tells me that I finally found my home.

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