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#i have shit to do though so. ill take my leave here
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hey pegs i'm so sorry about all the shit going on atm, idk what to say but hope ur okay + it all gets less fucked up v v soon for u
THANK U ♥️♥️♥️
i finally got to talk to the OT and the RSW today (ON MY FOURTH DAY HERE ?????? smfh) and they let me have clothes >:) and some markers and sudokus and stuff. still have the security guard following me 24/7 & can’t leave the ward or have shoelaces but whatever. i feel so much more human now that i’m allowed to wear pants
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》 RED & BLUE — rafe cameron x reader
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word count — 3.7k
warnings — MDNI; dark!rafe, cop!rafe, aged up!rafe & reader, swearing, smut, oral, mentions of bullying kinda, degradation, humiliation, slapping, slut-shaming, slight voyeurism, lmk if i’m missing anything?? (NOT PROOFREAD BTW BARE W ME)
a/n — rafe and reader are both aged up in this fic!! it takes place a number of years after hs, you can decide how long :) also I HURRIED THRU THIS SO FAST i just wanted to get it done ok and yall know i’m new to smut so i tried to hurry thru it so dont judge pls be nice ty <3 likes are appreciated, reblogs & comments make my whole life worth living pls <3 also these pics have me sooo…..
summary — you get pulled over by the infamous Officer Cameron on your way home one night, and he has his own solution to keeping you out of trouble ;)
Rafe could hardly keep his eyes open. He was on the tail end of his shift, and tired was an understatement.
When he joined the police academy after his dad’s death, Rafe’s only goal was to seize power over the town that ostracized him, authority over those who counted him out, spoke ill of him, pogues and kooks alike. No one was ever fair to him in this washed up town, why should he be fair to them?
And that power he felt when he put on his uniform everyday, consumed him.
His whole life, he’d already felt like he could go anywhere, do anything he wanted. That feeling only amplified when he became a police officer.
…And yet, here he was, stuck on the night shift in all its glory. Citing minor traffic violations, surveillancing random parking lots… nothing like what he’d envisioned.
Though he was much older now, Rafe was still the main subject of the town’s conversations.
The oldest Cameron never married. He didn’t have any kids. And good thing, because rumors were constantly flying around the island about his… corrupt tendencies.
Rafe wasn’t doing anything crazy. No money laundering, no getting high in the evidence lockerroom… No, not that kind of corrupt.
But let’s just say, women didn’t need to worry as much if Officer Cameron was the one greeting them at their window during a traffic stop. They’d heard enough to know Rafe could be easily…persuaded to grant freedom.
A young Rafe never did well around girls. And as years went on, an older Rafe obviously still never learned how to do well with women, either…
But he tried with you. For years. You never missed the way he wasn’t scared to break eye contact if you caught him staring at you in class. Or the way he would always come wandering onto the school track during your cheer practices. He would leave notes on your locker, and somehow even managed to leave a boquet of roses inside of it one time, too.
Rafe Cameron was always known for being a bit…unstable. He was rich, handsome, athletic, but he could never hold a friendship, or a relationship for that matter. Not many people associated with him, unless they were talking about him.
So, when you discovered his desire for you, you were honestly…embarassed. You felt sorry for him, but you wouldn’t be the one to commit social suicide by being seen with him.
And Rafe didn’t forget.
You never paid him the time of day in high school. But he had the upperhand now.
He was posted up at a gas station when he noticed a black car struggling to stay in the lanes as it trekked down the main road. He’d almost missed it for the broken tail light in the back.
One thing he learned from his superiors? Only 2 kinds of people were out at this time of night: drug dealers and cops. He was the cop, so this car must have been the ladder.
Rafe let the car get a reasonable distance before easing out of the lot. He took note of the liscense plate, entering it into the laptop at his side.
There was a spark of interest in his eyes as the search results yielded a name he knew all too well.
Y/N Y/L/N.
“No shit…” he mumbled to himself. What were the odds?
All of the memories from high school came flooding back. How could he forget? Young Rafe had spent many years pining after you in school, but you were just as big of a kook as he was, always thinking you were too good, too smart, too stable for the boy who’s reputation preceeded him.
Your name was followed by another line, listing off an old charge. ‘Posession of a controlled substance, schedule II.’
Fucking kooks and their drug habits, he mentally cursed. As he didn’t also fit the description.
He moused over a small icon, and your mugshot filled the screen. You were barely 18 when you caught the charge, Rafe easily able to identify the familiar features he’d spent countless nights obsessing over senior year, specifically.
His pupils were surely blown as he gawked down at the screen.
Rafe still found beauty in the even, empty look on your face on what was likely one of the worst nights of your teenage life. The way your brows were knitted together, the way you tried to force the corners of your lips to tug upwards, even though you were probably terrified of what came after processing, at that point.
Part of him would enjoy hauling you off to jail, his mind quick to draw up a scenario in his head.
You’d probably beg him to stop as he tightened the cuffs on you, an instrument he loved to use in the bedroom. Using them at work, on attractive women was just a plus.
The thought of such a pretty girl, scared, cold, probably shaking inside of a tiny cell was enticing. Ruining your night, bringing back your expunged record with a felony would be the perfect payback for how bitchy you were to him in high school.
Making you relive another processing, another night in a place you probably vowed never to return to, as most do. He hears it all the time.
But he also sees those same people come thru the station again and again.
So he decided to throw his lights on.
As your brake lights lit up, Rafe brandished a tiny bag of cocaine, examining it in the palm of his hand before tucking it away in his pocket. Collateral, if he felt the need to use it.
At the same time, the red and blue lights had your breath hitching in your throat. You fetched your own small stash from the middle console and shoved it into your front pocket, making the split decision that the officer would hopefully be male, who would probably check the car before you, since you’re a female.
You kept your hands tight on the wheel as you watched the officer near your car in the side mirror, only moving a hand to roll down the window when he tapped on the glass.
“Evening, miss,” the deep voice filled the nervous silence in your car, as did the light he shined around.
The flash in your eyes left you blinded for a second, prompting you to raise a hand to shield your face.
“Hi officer, is there something wrong?” Maybe he hadn’t noticed your swerving.
“Uh, yeah, I was gonna say you were swerving around back there…” He noticed. “but now I’m a little more interested in what I’m smelling.” The flashlight pryed further into the car.
Shit. You mentally cursed yourself. You really wished you hadn’t smoked that blunt in your car on break yesterday.
“You been smoking some weed in here tonight miss?”
You were already shaking your head vigorously before he could even finish his question, “No, no, officer. Not at all.”
His only response was leaning a bit further into the car to inspect more.
A long pause ensued, before, “You mind stepping out real quick f’me?”
Fuck. “You can turn the car off, too.” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Reluctantly, you moved to open the door, greeted by the cool autumn air as your feet planted on the concrete.
It was only when you rose to your feet that you realized exactly who had pulled you over. “Rafe…? Rafe Cameron?”
He responded by swinging your driver door shut.
You couldn’t even believe the way the tables had turned now. You instantly thought of all the times you shut him down, been snappy with him, made jokes with your friends at his expense.
As he towered above you now, you noticed how much bigger he really was than you. His muscles practically threatened to pop the seams of the uniform hugging his biceps.
“Just keep your hands where I can see em’,” His voice pulled you from your fantasy, and you pulled your arms above your head and slowly stepped out of the way.
“We don’t have any females on duty right now, so I’m gonna have to search you. I’ll just check your pockets though,” Shit.
“O-okay…” You waited for your next instruction.
“Go ahead and turn around, face the car.” You slowly did as you were told, though part of you wanted to grab the bag and toss it somewhere.
“Hands up here,” he patted the hood of your car, and you placed your hands where he’d instructed.
You couldn’t see him now, but you could feel his presence towering behind you.
A single foot placed inbetween yours startled you, kicking at your left foot gently, “Spread your legs f’me, miss.”
His words sent chills up your spine. You did as he said, parting your legs against the better interest of the growing uncomfortableness between your thighs.
You fought the urge to clamp them shut again as he began dipping his hands into your jacket pockets first.
Coming up empty, he felt around your back pockets next, before his fingers slithered their way into the one pocket you’d hoped he’d somehow slip over.
“Hmm…” You stared at your feet and tried to keep from shaking at the nervousness you felt.
Rafe’s hands resurfaced, now holding the small bag of cocaine. Wow. Look at that…he didn’t even have to plant his own bag on you, you’d done it for him.
“What’s this, miss?” Your mouth was dry, and you were almost shaking from fear at this point. Even if it wasn’t a significant amount, any amount was still illegal, and it only made it worse that Rafe Cameron was the one to pull you over and find it.
“I-I don’t…” you didn’t even know what to say. “Rafe, that’s not mine, I swear.”
He placed the bag on top of the car. “It’s sir, or Officer Cameron.” He corrected. You swallowed hard, and the next thing you felt was a large hand encompassing one of your wrists, drawling it behind your back.
“No! No, wait, please,” you felt the cold metal locking in place despite your pleas.
“Relax, you’re just being detained right now,” His words didn’t encourage relaxation at all. You’d seen enough bodycam videos on Youtube to know what always comes after ‘being detained’.
“Sir, please,” your voice cracked as you spoke. “I-I’ve never been in trouble before.” You could feel the tears threatening to fall now.
You mentally cursed again as he brought your other hand behind your back, securing it in the metal cuff.
“Fuck…” you muttered, eyes closed as you replayed everything you should’ve done differently tonight.
“Never been in trouble before, hmm?” You dared to lift your head in his direction, peering over your shoulder only to find his eyes raking over your figure. His hands released your now binded ones.
All at once, Rafe took a harsh grip on your hair, forcing you up against the door of the car, his hard chest pressing into your back as he tilted your head up.
“You wanna lie to me again, hmm? I ran your plates. Not surprised to find coke on you.”
The seizing of your hair only heightened the warm sensation between your legs, almost too much to bare as a loud gasp left your mouth.
You pulled at the cuffs, gauging how tight they were. And yeah, they were fucking tight.
You hated to admit it, but the situation at hand was actually… turning you on? Rafe was attractive, you couldn’t lie. You could almost make out the feel of his bulge in his pants, right underneath his utility belt.
“Y’know a little baggie of coke can easily be a misdemeanor…” You could hardly focus on his words with the way his knee was rutting inbetween your legs.
“But two bags? That’s intent to distribute. And that’s…” He leaned into your ear to whisper intently, “that’s a felony if I ever seen one.”
Suddenly you were on the move, being dragged by Rafe’s iron grip on your arms. “Wait, wait where are we going?” You asked.
“You’re going to jail, sweetheart.” He clarified, as if it was obvious. Which, you guessed it should’ve been. You’d thought maybe he would let you off the hook though, especially given all the stories you’d heard about him.
“No! No, please, I-“ you planted your feet on the concrete, trying to stop the inevitable walk of shame to the cop car.
Rafe’s grip tightened on your arm, his second hand jumping down to hold the chain inbetween your cuffs again. “What? You resisting now? Because we can throw another charge on there, I don’t mind-“
“No! Sir, no, I-I’m not resisting. I just…isn’t there something I can… do?” You weren’t even sure what you were getting at with the question, deciding to leave it up to him to determine.
He looked at you with a deepened interest, now. Rafe couldn’t help but revel in the fact that you’d been the one to set his plan into motion, instead of him. He jolted your arm roughly, spinning your body so your shoulder was pressed into his chest, eyes able to see him now.
He chuckled darkly at your question. “Are you trying to bribe an officer?” Fuck, was he not into it? You started to worry you’d dug an even deeper hole of trouble for yourself.
You stood in silence. “Are you asking if you can do something to get out of these?” You winced as he squeezed the cuffs tighter.
You couldn’t speak, too embarassed to. You simply stared up at him.
“You look like you’d slut yourself out to stay outta trouble,” It was only then that you noticed his wild eyes scanning over your body, flushed with a dark lust.
The comment should’ve brought you shame. And you did feel shameful, humiliated, even. But above all else, you felt…aroused.
Rafe brought a large hand up to your shoulder, pushing down with enough force to encourage you to drop to your knees. You did so one at a time, since you didn’t have your hands to help you.
The concrete tore into your skin, but you ignored it, eyes trained on the officer in front of you.
Rafe never took his eyes off of you as his hands made their way to his belt. “Gonna suck my cock? Hmm?” He spoke lowly. You swallowed hard, nodding your head.
A large palm mended over the growing tightness in his pants as he tilted his head menacingly. “Yeah? You gonna whore yourself out to me just to stay outta jail?”
You offered him the sweetest, most innocent look you could muster. Your eyes were already teary from the fear you were feeling, only adding to the show for Rafe. You nodded again.
You were almost taken aback by the sudden sharp, repeated stings left on your cheek. You dropped your jaw at the feeling of his cold rings coming into contact with your skin.
“Speak up,” he ordered. “Use your words.” He was amusing himself, you could tell. Still, you nodded up at him again.
“Y-yes.”
“Yeah? Good girl,” You pinched your thighs together at the praise rolling off of his lips.
His cock sprang to life on his stomach, settling just underneath his bellybutton. You almost drooled at the sight.
He took his length in his hand, pumping slowly at first, eyes never leaving you. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, gliding slowly across your bottom one and eliciting a low grown from Rafe.
“Come here,” he drew you closer by the hair of your head, and you let your jaw fall slack as he lined his cock up with your mouth.
He didn’t bother easing in, letting you work it with your tongue and get it nice and wet first. Rafe simply started with a harsh thrust into your mouth, hips snapping against your face right off the bat.
You choked and sputtered as he drilled into your mouth, a mix of salivia and his salty juices dripping down your chin and coating your thighs as he encouraged you to, “Take it… open up, you can take it all. Mhmm…”
His pants had dropped somewhere between his hips and his knees, the instruments lining it digging into the flesh of your chest as he continued using your face for his own pleasure.
You were too embarassed to stare up at him, only stealing enough glances to know that Rafe had his head tilted back, eyes closed for the majority of your act. He still kept a hand in your hair though, leverage to keep him upright even as his legs threatened to buckle beneath him.
Part of you felt a pang of insecurity, wondering if his lack of eye contact was because you were simply another one of the trashy girls who sucked off the infamous officer for a get-out-of-jail-free card.
Rafe’s eyes were shut for an entirely different reason, though. He was busy revelling the fact that he was finally getting a taste of what he’d pined after for so long. Finally able to make his imaginations, the fantasies he had about you, a reality.
It wasn’t long before he was coming undone in front of you, legs shaking as he finished inside your mouth, pulling out with a pop.
The road was empty. Rafe used his grip on your hair to pull you to your feet, his other hand immediately wrapping around your arm to lead you to his cruiser. He threw the door open, and you fully expected him to usher you inside.
Instead, he used the hold on your cuffed wrists to lift your arms up and effectively bend you over the backseat. He pressed your face into the cloth. As uncomfortable as this new position was, it beat subjecting your knees to the gravel in the road, and you knew this was the price to pay for your freedom. You just hoped he would follow through with his end of the deal when it was all said and done.
But Rafe wasn’t even thinking about what he was going to do after he fucked you. His brain was already short-circuiting at the mere sight of your dripping cunt on display as he bent you over in front of him.
“God, you’re fucking soaked…” He used two fingers to swipe up your folds, gathering some of your sweet juice before bringing it to his tongue.
He groaned around his fingers in his mouth. The way your ass brushed up against his dick perfectly, the way your back arched even in the compromising position, drovr him crazy. He loved your mouth, and couldn’t wait to feel the rest of you.
“Don’t move.” He spoke harshly. You could feel the tip of his cock grazing your slick center, undoubtedly preparing to slide in.
You held your breath, muscles tensing when his head finally broke through your walls. “Relax, relax…” Rafe coaxed behind you, his own breathing labored as he struggled to keep himself together.
He let out a low grunt when he finally managed to slide all the way in, hips snapping into yours harshly.
He kept one hand on your binded wrists while another pressed your face into the seat, hips relentlessly driving into the quick mess he’d made of your core.
“You like that?” You whimpered at his question, your moans making the answer quite obvious. “Yeah? Y’like getting cuffed and fucked by an officer just to stay outta trouble? Hmm?”
The moan that escaped your lips at the embarassing question filled the car. “Yes, Rafe, yes…oh my god,”
Rafe reached around and delivered a swift slap to your face from behind, correcting your use of his name. “What was that?”
“Y-yes, yes sir.” You arched your back more at a particularlly rough thrust, and took the opportunity to peer over your shoulder, eyes drinking in the sight where your two bodies connected.
“Look at me,” Rafe ordered, but your neck could only comfortably crane so far up as he held you down on the seat.
Rafe noticed, and snaked an arm around your throat, bicep pressing into your airway as he lifted you up, lodging even deeper inside of you as you straightened yourself out against him.
“Look at me,” He repeated, breathlessly.
He pulled his arm back, subsequently tilting your head back too. He lowered his lips down to the side of your face, teeth nibbling slightly on your ear as he continued subjecting you to a brutal pace.
You were trying hard to fight the coiling you felt building in your stomach, your walls already clenching slightly around Rafe’s cock. “Gonna cum for me?” It took everything not to unwind at that very question.
“Go ahead baby, come apart on my cock. I’m right behind you,” The intensity at which Rafe pounded into you picked up as he chased his second high, and you neared your first.
Your legs shook as Rafe’s load shot deep into you, his hips continuing to drill into yours, making sure you got every last drop.
When he finally pulled out, he was sweating, panting, hands even shaking as he pulled his pants back up, securing his belt around his waist.
All the while, you’re still bent over the backseat of his car, a mix of both of your juices leaking from your dripping cunt and onto his seat. You were nervous to move, unsure of what would happen next.
You jumped slightly as Rafe pulled you upright again, hands immediately reaching down to release you from the uncomfortable metal bracelets.
“I get off in a couple hours…” Rafe’s voice trailed off as your eyes fell to your red wrists, indents from the tight cuffs still very much present. You mended them over, softly caressing the irritated skin with your hand, moving back and forth between the two.
A sudden, harsh grip on your jaw pulled you from your thoughts. Rafe peered down at you, eyes still full of lust as he warned, “I’ve got your address. Go home and get ready for me.”
Even though Rafe encouraged you to use your words, you still felt like nodding was your safest bet.
He slammed the door of his cruiser, turning to head back to the driver’s seat before he turned back to add, “Oh, and get rid of that weed smell in your car if you’re gonna be driving it.” He taunted.
With that, he disappeared behind the dark tints as quickly as the door slammed shut. He was already speeding off before you’d even mustered a step back towards your car.
Your eyes fell back down to your wrists, then back up at the police car descending into the distance.
Even with the handcuffs removed, the threat of jail no longer looming over your head…you knew you were still in for a long night.
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MENTALLY NOT HERE + Kento, after seeing how low your sales scores have gotten after your boyfriend broke up with you, takes it into his own hands to remind you that he won’t tolerate his employees not making him money. He’ll incentivize you any way he can. Available on ao3.
CONTENT WARNINGS + office sex, public sex, oral (m and f receiving), power abuse, strict nanami, teasing, doggy style, black reader, dark skin reader, afab reader, mentioned cheating, friends with benefits, dick-whipped reader, sir kink, cumming inside, not much dirty talk here, not beta read
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Your heels click on the floor of your office building as you head towards your boss’s office as requested. You try not to let your anxiety show too much but it’s nearly impossible. You’ve been working here for two years now and Mr. Nanami has never called you down to his office before. If you’re being honest with yourself, you’re slacking a bit lately. Your emotions are kind of all over the place after… certain events have taken place and you can’t honestly say that you’ve been able to give your job, in the corporate office, one hundred percent.
He sits behind the big marble desk, exuding power. The CEO looks at you through his specs and snaps his fingers for you to sit in the seat in front of the desk. He shuffles through a few papers on the surface on the desk, reads a few words, and clears his throat. “Y/N L/N.” Your palms go slick at the sound of Nanami’s booming voice, laced with accusation. “I’ve got your numbers here, lowest in the office at the moment.” So this is about what you thought. Your heart races. “With sales scores this low, you’re not very useful to the company. Not very useful to me.” You can tell that he’s being mercilessly honest with you. A tear slips down your cheek before you can stop yourself. So yet another man I’ve been useless towards, you think as you mentally beat yourself up. What’s gonna happen if you lose this job? Your boss stares as you cry, no emotion on his face.
You’re sure that your eratice feelings are out of his area of interest but when he speaks up again, his words are a slight contrast. “What’s going on?” And when he leans his chins in his hands and looks at you once again, you’ve almost got yourself convinced that Nanami gives a shit about your feelings. Rumors about him being a ruthless boss aren’t necessary. He’s not subtle about his cutthroat methods. No one speaks ill of them though because his company is in the top position in the country. He’s obviously doing something right.
Something about the out of character question urges you to be honest. Up until a minute ago, you were sure that he would let you go without a second thought but he’s looking at you now as if this is a problem that he actually wants to solve. “My boyfriend cheated on me.” You speak meekly, candorly.
For one second, a look crosses his face. It looks like discomfort but when he speaks up again, you can be sure that it’s concern. “Your emotions must be all over the place.” But now he looks like he knows exactly what to do with you.
“I’m sorry, sir. I’ll try harder.” You lace sorrow in your voice, thank God that he’s clearly decided not to fire you, and stand to bow your head to your boss. Just as you turn to leave, Nanami speaks up. “How would you try harder if you’re already trying your best?” He questions, professional voice not daring to give away his real intentions with you. The pencil skirt you’re wearing hugs the curve of your thighs. You go silent as Kento stands up and crosses to the other side of his desk. He passes your shaking body and locks the door to his office. “You know, I don’t really think it’s very productive to let those ill feelings consume you. You won’t be able to work, won’t be able to make the company any money that way.”
When he turns back to you, his jaded eyes have darkened – a foreign expression to you but it chills you to your core. The apprehension feels strangely welcome. The tingle in your core is warm. The man before you gracefully sits back in his desk chair, legs spread. He squeezes the bridge of his nose as if he’s stressed – or about to be. “Sit.” Nanami’s voice is stern when he gives you the order and you move to sit back in your seat. He stops you before your ass can hit the cushion though. “Miss L/N, sit In my lap.”
You almost choke at his words. Did you hear your boss correctly or is your mind playing tricks on you? Something like that… surely he can’t be serious. “Now.” Nanami’s hand claps his thigh – suit not wrinkling in the slightest. When you slowly straddle his lap, dampening panties exposed right before his eyes, he loosens his tie and lets it fall to the ground. He considers using the fabric to bind your wrists but then he catches a glimpse of your pretty acrylic nails and can’t help but lick his lips at the thought of those leaving scratches on his back. “I’ll fuck you,” He puts a hand on the back of your throat. “Teach you how to be useful to this company” He can feel you getting wet already, filthy little thing.
Just beyond those dampening panties, past the fat of your thighs, Nanami knows your pussy is already throbbing. He likes when he girls leak a little for him before he’s even touched them. His hand leaves the back of your throat and touches your cheeks. Such a pretty face, he thinks but doesn’t dare say out loud. Your dark skin contrasts his hand in the most beautiful way. He doesn’t say what he wants out loud, expecting you to just know. Is that asking too much? Your lashes flutter against his skin and Nanami thinks that he can see the exact moment when you give in, getting to your knees in front of him like a good girl.
You know that he wants those pretty big lips stretched around his cock right fucking now, wants to ask if he can even pull your hair before deciding to just not go because it looks expensive to him. Still, even being a man with great self-control, he can’t stop himself from caressing the smooth bundles. His eyes stare straight into yours for a minute.
You take his zipper and work it down. Before long, you’re face to face with his cock, standing big and tall – fucking terrifying too. Nanami has to be at least eight inches. Gigantic for a white guy, you think. He lets you take it easy at first, cockhead easing past your glossed lips and sucking gently. The soft kitten licks would usually have him fisting a woman’s hair and moving her as quickly as he wanted, fucking her mouth and using her at his leisure. You’re so pretty though, sucking him like you love him or something.
When you get used to his size though, you start sucking like you need your job and (amidst his many thoughts right now) he hopes that you don’t think you’ll be fired for not doing any good here. Nanami Kento is the type of man that takes productivity seriously and if you’re losing your edge because your cheating boyfriend isn’t around to fuck you properly anymore then he’ll gladly assume that responsibility. Soon though, he really can’t think about anything though. If the thought isn’t about your velvety mouth squeezing around his dick like it was made just for him. Custom made in a pretty little factory where they only make pretty little things like you. “That’s right, Miss L/N.” He strokes the back of your head to encourage you.
Soon enough, you’re more than used to the inches that Kento is packing and start breathing through your nose to accommodate more. You feel pride swell in your chest when you feel your nose bury in the small tuft of blond hair at the base of his cock. Your boss throws his head back to hit the back of the chair and groans out, just enough restraint to not alert any of you coworkers just beyond the locked office door. He can usually last ages this way, getting sucked and lavished by a pretty girl on her knees but when Nanami trains his eyes back on you and sees how you’re letting your makeup get fucked up for his pleasure, he cums right then and there.
Fuck, this was supposed to be one time thing (specifically to get you back on track for work) but the way that you gag and elongate your throat to suck him straight though his orgasm, spallowing without even thinking about or have to be asked) it floors him. Why would a man cheat when he’s got this back at home waiting for him? Such a fool, Kento thinks. You all but worship his penis when you pull it out of your mouth, licking the tip clean as if his cum were the only thing on the planet that could quench the more dire of thirsts.
Without having to be told, your fingers go up to unbutton your blouse, exposing your round breast to his hungry eyes. He loses his resolve for half a second at the sight of the perky things too. Your natural body fat does something to him – more body on you than any woman he’s ever been with. Kento thinks for a moment that he could write poems about your tits, could fill piles of notebooks, could fill a whole damn library. “On the desk.” His baritone commands. “Legs spread wide open.”
Nanami removes the belt from his slacks and lets them fall to the ground with a thud. He surveys your body while you hesitantly lie down on the cool surface of his work desk. And it’s really not like him, to let office supplies and important contracts fall to the ground and land where they may, but when he gets eye level with your dripping pussy (so wet already and all you did was suck him) he can’t help himself from taking what he wants – even in the event of a mess. Your boss gently tongues at your entrance as if to tease you and it works. You buck your hips up, seeking more, and forcing him to have to clamp his hands down on your hips to hold you still. “Let me work. It’s what I’m good at.” He lets wet kiss smack on your puffy and swollen clit, eating you out as if he’s got a perfectly calculated method to giving a woman oral.
He hums when he closes his lips around your cunt, sending the vibrations from his throat straight to your core. Unlike him, you don’t think twice before you thread your fingers through his hair. You do try to do your best to not scratch his scalp with your nails but if you do (you can’t really tell anymore with your head spinning) then that’s just collateral damage.
When his tongue finally eases past that tight ring of muscle, he stretches to find that soft spot inside of you and if past experience is any indication, he knows that he can reach It with his tongue just as easily as he could with his expert fingers. A minute of you moaning in ecstasy, skin sticking to the marble by now, passes before he finally hits your g-spot with the tip of his tongue and, baby, when he finds it; he refuses to lose it. Your boss abuses that bundle of nerves inside of you like he fucking hates it, forcing you to squirm under his touch. Nanami eats you out with vigor, allowing the bridge of his nose to dig deep into your clit and stimulate you there better than anyone ever has – utilizing his entire face to make you squirt hard on his work papers. He’s like God to you when you finally do exactly that, a pathetic little puddle forming where your cunt and his face meet. When he sits back up, licking his lips clean, he takes his glasses off to lick those clean too – not bother to put them back on.
Nanami doesn’t give you long to recover after you cum. He listens to how pretty you sound when you’re out of breath, hangs onto that sound and then takes you by the hand to help turn you on your stomach. “Try to keep quiet.” Nobody wants any rumors to fly around about the boss dicking down his employees, now do they?
He eases his cock Into you, taking a minute to palm at the fat of your ass, loving the way that it moves on its own. “Magnificent.” He mutters aloud before he can stop himself. You’re easy to notice around the office. He can’t say that the thought of you bouncing on his dick, curves and all, hasn’t crossed his mind when he’s at home (or hell, in this very office) just getting himself off. Now here you are, finally taking what he wanted to give you like a champ. Kento doesn’t waste any more of your time. It’s not very efficient of him at all. He rears back before slamming all of his inches into you, taking up a nearly sadistic pace right off the bat.
You turn into a needy mess before him, knees buckling at just the first thrust. He keeps your hands tightly clasped in his fists about your head. You’re not gonna fall. You’re not going fucking anywhere. “So this is what you like? You like your boss’s cock inside of you during work hours? Fucking filthy.” Nanami sneers at you as you shamelessly moan while he fucks you. You love it but he hits all of the right spots in you with such pinpoint accuracy that all you can do is cry and beg for more, beg him to not stop. “Answer me when I’m talking to you.” His strokes turn punishing as if his cock can force the words out of you.
By the way you clammer to collect your thoughts and get the right words past your lips, you begin to think that he must have that power. He just must. “Yes, sir.” You moan out, hips working to meet him and take every single inch he has to give.
He’s not done yet though. The word sir on your voice goes straight to his dick, drives him to fuck you the way that you deserve. Hard, fast, mercilessly. You cry out as your boss fucks you like his favorite whore and feel yourself tightening around his hard length. “You gonna get back to work and make me some fucking money?” He could ask you to build a castle for him right about now. How many bedrooms, sir? You’d gladly get to work however he wanted you.
Kento feels his orgasm rushing up on him like shower spray through pipes. He looks down and watches the way your pussy squeezes him. Cums hard and watches how it drips too. He groans deeply as he empties his seed inside of you like his own personal cum depository.
Jhy
You turn to face him, lips bitten from holding back screams. He smirks at your pout and takes your chin in a strong hand. “Ride it then, if you wanna cum again too.” Kento, out of breath, slumps back in his seat. His pecks shine with the sweat that he worked up fucking you like an animal. Does he even have to ask you twice?
“Yes, sir.” You climb into his lap. He moans at the weight on him, the soaking pussy that his cock is sliding into once again. If he weren’t so tired already, he’d rail that tight heat once again the way that you deserve.
He doesn’t have to though. You’re a natural, made for him actually. You lift your hips slowly and throw your arms around him as you ride his cock as demanded. Your ebony breasts bounce in face and he leans over to lick at your erect nipples, pulling more slutty little moans out of you. He looks up at you through hooded eyes, sleep-deprived wrinkles in the corners.
An out of character thought crosses Nanami’s: mind. You’re just so pretty on his lap, riding his dick into your next orgasm. He can’t help himself as he kisses you deeply. His tongue forces its way into your mouth and the pink muscle explores every inch available to it. He doesn’t stop tongue-fucking your mouth until he’s sure that you’ve sufficiently tasted your own cum from his mouth. You moan into his mouth and lift your hips faster. “Cum for me, Y/N.” His voice assaults your ears in the form of the short demand. It’s enough to drive you over the edge. You keep his dick speared inside of you as you fuck yourself on him until you’re squirting all over the both of you, making a mess just like he wanted. The two of you breathe against each other, sex wiping the both of you out pretty easily.
When silent snores begin to come from you, Kento watches you sleep cutely against this chest (dick still deep inside of you) and shuts his own eyes too. Just for a minute.
“Thank you.” He doesn’t spare his secretary a glance when she hands him the sales reports for the quarter. Kento finds himself skipping all of the reports that don’t have your name on them. There’s only one report that he’s particularly interested in right about. You’ve visibly improved with your work performance over the last three months, since he’s been giving you his cock to incentivize you.
Nanami’s eyes scan the documents before him. Your sales record from the last quarter has virtually tripled like nothing – as if you wished to become the top performer at the company and a genie snapped that wish into reality. He chuckles to himself, eyes you in the next room as you work on a client over the phone. He’s sure you’ll close this deal just as easily as you’ve been closing them all over the last few months.
That easy, huh? He thinks to himself. All he has to do is give you some good dick and suddenly you’re the highest scorer on his sales team, making the both of you wealthier day by day.
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Ex husband price brain worms again, c.w/ nsfw, unedited, bad writing, I've never published nsfw before
It's your ex-husband, Price's birthday, and the last thing you expect is for him to show up, with a sweet, suave smile on his face
It's not even his custody day but he says "come on, love. I wanted us to spend it together, like a family. You're really not going to let me take my favourite two girls out for my own birthday?"
All you can do is roll your eyes and let him as he walks in, leaning down and leaving a small peck on your forehead as your daughter runs down the stairs to hug her dad, squealing.
He's adamant about cooking lunch for you two, but you stop him
"Oh, come off it, John, I'll cook since it's your birthday, and you keep saying you'll take us out"
He gets dragged off to play teaparty with the little princess and comes back after a while, his arms slot around your waist, swaying side to side softly as you half heartedly try to stop him, he just grins and nestles his head into the crook of your neck,
"Let the 'birthday boy' hug his wife, love."
"Ex-wife, john."
"Mhm, whatever makes you happy. Happy wife, happy life."
Lunch is served, and the three of you spend the rest of the day going shopping, prices idea. Dollhouse, cars, legos, Barbie, slime, whatever the kid wants, and some small gold necklace for you, even though you won't accept it,
"They're too much, John, stop it-"
"But, love, this is your favourite design and the colour. It'll look beautiful on you."
He buys it and even gets the jeweller to engrave a small j.p on the back of the charm while you're not looking.
He takes you two to a small fancy restaurant at the end of the day, your daughter playing with her new toys on the table, while John's hand holds yours on the table.
"Might retire soon, getting up there in age, love," his eyes watch the way your light up slightly, looking at him before turning away slightly, seeing his gaze, "ill be able to be around more often, wasn't that one of your complaints, I was too busy, so I gave you a little one."
You smack his arm lightly, "Oh, shush, John. She'll be happy. She is always saying how she misses her dad. She keeps asking for a little brother, says everyone in class has one except her," You chuckle softly
At the end of dinner, he drives you two back home, your daughter tuckered out, he picks her up and takes her to her room, tucking her in, kissing her forehead softly, "sorry, I'm not here much, princess, I promise to be around more, okay?"
He comes downstairs and kisses your cheek as you swat him off lightly,
"Stop it, John, you know that's not appropriate,"
"Mhm, whatever you say love, come help me take the things out the car will you?"
The night ends with price bending you over in the backseat, fucking you desperately,
"Fuck, love, I missed this grip, you might have a hard time saying it but your pussy's been missing me, huh? The guys you bring round ain't big enough for ya anymore? Don't worry, daddy's here."
Your fingers grip the car seat, squealing every time he thrusts in
"There's only one thing I wanted for my birthday, you know, love? It's been real lonely up by myself sometimes, and been thinking," he hums lowly, grinding deep inside you while you struggle to even keep up with his pace let alone words, he moves over you, one hand groping your breast, teasing the nipple, the other coming up to your clit, rubbing it along with the harsh pace, "been thinking bout this pussy, and getting the present of life, ain't that cute?"
You gasp, your pussy squeezing around his cock tighter as he starts rubbing your clit faster, "John, please- is, is too much," you moan
"You're doing so well for me, mama, you want another little one too, right? You always said one feels bad, we need to give our little baby a sibling,"
"John- holy shit," your legs shake as he presses you down against the seats, every thrust with one purpose, "please, please, I'm so close!"
He keeps going until he feels your legs trembling, three loads in, his fingers massaging your clit, his lips kissing your neck, leaving hickeys for everyone to see.
You wake up in your bed, listening to John's snoring as you yawn, shifting to get up slightly, his arms tighten around you and his eyes open slightly.
"Mmhm, best birthday ever."
He mumbles before he starts snoring again
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bugsbia · 6 months
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ʚ Campus asshole scara x fem reader
ʚ BEFORE READING: Fem reader, reader is just trying to get 5 minutes away from their annoying roomie. Take note of warnings.
ʚ WARNINGS: Use of drugs, implied laced weed, scara smokes a little, dub-con, shotgunning.
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Scaramouche has always been known for his ill temper among the students on campus, always having something mean to say and getting into trouble for doing shit he shouldn’t be doing. Today was no different as he found behind the campus dorms, sitting against the wall as he had a quick smoke despite knowing there was a no smoking on campus policy. When did he ever listen to authority though?
You found yourself behind the dorms as well, just looking for a short escape from your loud and annoying roommate who wouldn’t seem to leave you the hell alone. You grimaced upon seeing Scaramouche there too, but tried to ignore his presence as he simply sat against the wall as far from him as possible.
That wouldn’t stop him though, he made his way over to you, looking down at you as you sat there silently. “Don’t see people coming back here often unless they’re up-to no good, so what’s your deal?” He spoke, his tone coming off like a demand for answers rather than a question.
Waving the smoke from his cigarette out of your face “I’m just trying to get a break from my roommate, promise I won’t bother you or tell anyone I saw you.” You responded, hoping he’d just leave you alone if he knew you wouldn’t go snitching about his smoking.
“Sounds like shit” he said, followed by pause as he considered his words carefully. Kneeling down in front of you he spoke again, his words coming out almost silky smooth. A sign of his manipulative intent which you seemed to miss “can come to my dorm, I don’t have a roommate, and nobody will suspect you’re there.”
With a small sigh you hesitated, considering his offer, but it didn’t take long for you to agree. Staying in his dorm for a few would be way nicer than sitting on the dirty floor behind the dorms, so you nodded eagerly. Following close behind him as he led you to his dorm.
“You shouldn’t smoke in here” you said as you stepped into his dorm, taking off your shoes. You didn’t really care that he smoked exactly, but you also didn’t want to have to smell the smoke the entire time you were in his dorm.
He moved closer to you suddenly, taking the cigarette from his lips as grabbed your face between his index and thumb and forcing your mouth open as he leaned in. Forcing your mouth open while his lips were mere millimetres away from your own, exhaling the smoke into your mouth in a twisted display of attraction.
You breathed it in instinctively before taking a step back, coughing slightly. “Don’t be fucking weird” you exclaimed, watching as he smirked and put his cigarette out finally, taking another step closer to you.
“Calm down, it’s just a little smoke. You should loosen up a little.” that devilish smirk still upon his lips. “Maybe you should try getting high, calm those nerves of yours a little.” He said as he moved over to his bed, pulling out a small bag of pre-rolled joints and holding them up.
Stammering a bit you responded “you can’t have that shit on campus- what if they find out??”
“They won’t find out, unless you tell them. But you wouldn’t do that to me, would you?” His tone was sweet, sickeningly so but it made a swirl of emotions run wild within you. Were you seriously considering getting high with the campus asshole?
You were, you absolutely were. You didn’t know why, maybe it was the fact he was nice to despite being rude to everyone else, maybe it was because you just wanted to relax after having your roomie pester you all day. Either way you found yourself sitting beside him on his bed, passing a joint between the two of you, not seeming to consider the fact that he may have laced it.
As you breathed in the smoke you felt a slight burn in your chest, coughing slightly at the sensation, but also felt a great sense of relaxation wash over you finally for the first time today. “This feels nice” you said quietly, eyes glued to the ceiling as you enjoyed the tranquility. You didn’t seem to notice how he never actually smoked any, he just held the joint for a second before handing it back to you.
“Yeah? I could make things feel better.” He added as he sat up, looking down at you with a sly smirk as he slowly moved his hand to your hip, His fingers gently caressing you over your clothes.
He held your chin between his thumb and index as he leaned in, kissing your lips hungrily, like he just wanted to devour you. You didn’t care to try and fight back or stop him, you were in such a calm state that you couldn’t even care, so you kissed back.
That only emboldened him further as he trailed his hands up your shirt, caressing from your waist down to your hips. He just wanted you so bad, and he had you right in his grasp, so high that he could truly just have his way with you.
Quickly he snaked his fingers beneath the waistband of your pants, tugging them down with ease without breaking the kiss. Next was your panties, which were also no problem for him. He quickly pulled them off and tossed them aside, landing somewhere on the floor in his messy room.
Finally he broke the kiss, moving to sit at the edge of the bed for a short moment as he took his own pants and boxers off. He was already so hard for you, he just couldn’t help but get excited when you were so easy to catch.
He quickly moved back to you, situating himself between your legs as he began rubbing his cock against your pussy. You grew wetter and wetter as he rubbed against you, small whimpers escaping your lips every time he brushed against your clit. He loved the sight, you beneath him, exposed and drugged out.
Pulling back slightly he angled his dick at your entrance and slowly pushed in, groaning at how good you felt, “Fuck” he breathed out “you’re so fucking tight”. After a short moment of letting your body adjust to his size he began moving, thrusting his cock deep into you before pulling out fully, just to slam himself back inside of you.
You couldn't help but moan out beneath him, his cock filling you so well, hitting the deepest parts of you which made you see stars. The drugs in your system only made it all the more better, making you more sensitive to his touch. The sounds of his groans and your moans echoed through the room, accompanied by the erotic sound of skin slapping together as he harshly pounded into you. He knew you could probably be heard through the walls, but that only made him more excited.
Suddenly he pulled out of you and grabbed you by your waist, pulling you to the edge of his bed and pushing your face down into the blankets as he entered your pussy again, fucking you hard and fast from behind.
He tangled his fingers into your hair tightly, pulling harshly as he leaned down and whispered darkly into your ear. "I wanna hear those pretty moans of yours". With that he snaked his hand down your stomach and to your pussy, beginning to rub quick circles around your clit.
You gasped at his touch as it sent waves of pleasure washing through your body, your legs going weak beneath you while you felt your orgasm growing close. He could tell how close you were by the way you moaned so desperately, and that sent him reeling.
His thrusts became faster and sloppy as his fingers moved faster, finally making the knot in your stomach snap as you came on his cock. Gummy walls spasming around his cock while you moaned out his name.
"fuck- yes!" he moaned as he too came, the combination of the way you moaned his name and the way your pussy felt twitching around his cock sent him over the edge. Releasing his warm cum deep inside your pussy as his grasp on your hair grew tighter.
Finally after a moment he pulled out, releasing the grip on your hair and giving you a moment to catch your breath, looking down at your weak form beneath him. Watching as his cum slowly leaked from your abused pussy he scooped it up with two fingers, then leaned over and shoved his fingers into your mouth.
He could spend all night watching you suck and choke on his fingers if he could.
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previous part | part two —> here
cw: mentions of blood, gore, stalking, obsession, peverse and creepy reader, yander intendecies! implied fem reader but I tried to make it as gender neutral as possible!
MDNI – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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Careless!Simon 'Ghost' Riley who knows yandere!reader is stalking him. he's a military man, he's gonna hear you creep and watch him outside of his window!
simon who knows your the dirty little thief who's been stealing his clothes, mostly boxers. simon who keeps all your stupid notes that you write for him, they're normally weird but sweet in a really, really creepy way.
'si! you looked so pretty in the shower today, played with myself while looking at your pretty cock today! from your secret admirer ♡' you would leave him with a lazy drawing of a heart on his bathroom mirror.
'hey my love, you're finally home...look at the little gift i sent you on your phone!' he cocks an eyebrow, this was different? no, corny heart? no, 'from your secret admirer'? no weird, perverted stuff? just a simple note? that made simon confused, sure - the notes you give him were perverse and weird and should've made anyone who read them feel hella uncomfortable but the fact you didn't write anything odd in this specific note seemed a whole lot more creepy than it normally does.
he shrugs and takes his phone out of his pocket, clicking on the random number notifcation, as per usual, from how many times you've texted him he should really save your number. his eyes widen to see a picture of you, without your usual mask. wait a minute, he remembers you! you're the medic at work.
he couldn't believe it, you!? but your one of the sweetest and innocent people he knows there, in fact maybe even the sweetest. always treating solider's with care. always comforting soliders if they are surfering emotionally or physically. always cheering people up. always having a bright smile on you're no matter how shit the situation is. always putting a smile on people's faces.
he takes a good look at you, sheesh you were so pretty, he's finished staring at your face for a good long while, his eyes shift to the other side of the photo. his eyes shoot wide open again to see you next to a dead body of a blonde woman. a large cut in the middle of her stomach while organs hang out of her. gory much!
he groans out of digust until - wait a minute! he recognises theml? oh yeah, it's the girl from last week, the one who tried to get his number. his wide eyes slowly turn shift back into normal and he smirks and laughs. replying to your messages with:
mylove🤍: Was this out of pure jealously?
you hear a ding in your pocket while trying to dispose of the body. you gasp to see a message from simon, everytime you texted him, he would never reply always leaving you on opened. you were surprised when he actually did reply! you clicked on the notifcation, taking you to your chats. you giggle and immediately you realize how formally he texts, how boring until you finally read it, guess he's just as sane as you.
you: yup
he snickers at your childish reply.
mylove🤍: You gonna do this everytime a girl flirts with me?
you: yup
mylove🤍: Guess I should let girls flirt with me more often then, hm?
your laughed at the text, does he seriously not care that your literally killing people out of pure jealously!? i guess not, he's literally saying he'll let girls flirt with him just so you can slaughter them later.
you: dont tell me u want me to kill more girls for u si?
mylove🤍: Is that not what I've just implied?
you bit your lip at that, your crush is willingly let you kill people for him, it's like your dream come true.
you: i guess ill have continue doing it then
mylove🤍: I guess so.
your heat dropped at the next message he sent you.
mylove🤍: Also did not think you would be the cute medic from work though.
shit!
you forgot to blur out your face...
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title: Weakness is For Fools (PT 3)
author: sciencebecameouraddiction
fandom: hazbin hotel
rating: PG
genre: Angst with a happy end
pairing: Alastor x Reader (Use of Y/N)
warnings: Alastor is not with it on this, unhinged, confused and a bit of back story sprinkled in. Rosie is also not having any of Alastor’s shit. Alastor may be OOC
summary: Alastor had never felt this before, and he swore he would never have a weakness.
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“Alastor standing there in an apron is scary.” Angel murmured watching as the Radio Demon set plates down on a table.
“The only reason I’m standing here is because Rosie told me she made sure the food was edible.” Charlie added on watching from the bar.
“I still have a bad feeling about this…” Vaggie murmured. Husk grunted in agreement.
“C’mon Vaggie, we have to give him a chance, even if it is scary.” Charlie said, walking over.
“Do you want some help setting up or anything?” Charlie asked Alastor. He started to respond when Rosie peaked her head out from the corner.
“Nope! He’s got it all covered, don’t you Alastor?” Rosie asked, feeling like a mother of a century old being.
“I-I have this, my dear. Go back and relax. It’s the-“ He looks physically ill as he says “It’s the least I can… do. After everything.” Charlie nodded and left.
“Okay, did Alastor get replaced? This is like 180 for him.” Angel commented, taking a sip of his drink.
“I think more than his soul is gone now. Maybe like his frontal lobe?” Husk asked.
“Oh! A lobotomy! I had one of those alive.” Nifty pipes up manically chuckling as everyone looks down at her. Angel just pats her head as she scurries off.
“I’m really not sure. Maybe he feels bad?” Charlie added.
“Not gonna bring back Y/N though.” Husk mentioned. “It would be a miracle-“ Just then Husk was cut off and the door opened as you walked in. You smiled as you saw your friends and they all called your name.
Rosie came and stood off to the side and when you saw her you ran up to her and hugged her. “Rosie, oh my gosh, I’ve missed you!”
“I’ve missed you too ya little sweetheart. Glad you could make it to dinner.” Rosie smiled.
“Oh I wouldn’t miss it for the-“ You stop and stare seeing Alastor come around the corner holding what looked to be a pie. “World.” You finished softly, your hand gripping Rosie’s shirt tighter. Alastor looks up, wondering why it was quiet and immediately sees you. His damn heart flutters at the sight of you and grimaces at the feeling. He takes a step forward, not knowing what else to do, but stops when you take a step back from him. His eyes widen and he holds up his hands in mock surrender and leaves around the corner. Rosie sighs and then looks at you.
“Don’t you worry about him.” She says and brings you over to the table. “This is an apology dinner but it’s also so you and your friends can talk.” You nod and sit, everyone coming to the table as Rosie goes into the back kitchen where all the food was. That’s when she hears quick breathing and when she sees Alastor in the middle of a panic attack.
“Alastor?” Rosie asks gently.
“I-I can’t do this. Why can’t I do this? I’m the Radio Demon for fucks sake.” He growls, hands pulling at his hair.
“Because you’re scared.” Rosie gently says, pulling his hands away from his hair and smoothing it out. “You’re scared that they won’t accept your apology, even though you need them to, you’re not sure you want them to, because you feel you don’t deserve it.”
Alastor looks up shocked. “How?”
“Because I know you, honey. You’re my best friend.” Rosie says plainly. “Even if you are a little daft sometimes.” She sighs and grabs the last few bits. “They consider you a friend whether you like it or not Alastor, figure out if you consider them friends, and then apologize.” She says and walks out. Alastor grabs the drinks and carries them out, the conversation not dying down when he entered this time. Somehow, the only seat open was next to you, and you were engaged in a fully heated discussion with Husk and Angel on who the best housewife was from a show you all three watched. He sat down next to you, and just watched, looking to Rosie who smiled at him. A part of him, the small part he thought he buried, turns out he didn’t, wanted to leave. He had never felt more alienated and alone.
A glass clinging tore him from his thoughts as he looked up to Charlie. She thanked him and Rosie for the food and the preparations tonight and then handed the floor off to Alastor. He cleared his throat.
“I-“ He sighed and looked at Rosie again. She nodded in encouragement. “I am sorry.” The collective gasps were distracting but not as much as Angel pulling out his phone trying to film. “Angel, I do not wish to be recorded by your device, put it away before I snap it and then eat it.”
Angel’s eyes widened and he quickly put it away. “I am sorry.” Alastor repeated, as he did, he felt the old Alastor fall away, almost like a shed of skin from a snake. In its place stood something raw and something new. Something he had no idea how to navigate. To this version of himself, his… friends were important.
“I was wrong to be as horrible as I was a few weeks ago to all of you. It was inexcusable.” There was silence so Alastor took that as a sign to continue. “I… value… each one of you. And Y/N?” He asked you specifically. Your head whipped up. “I am especially… sorry… to you.”
You look at Alastor and the whole table seems to be waiting on your reaction. You get up and walk over to him, his eyes widen and he steps back a bit, but you follow until you are right in front of him. Your eyes searching his, when you suddenly wrap him in a hug. He freezes and slowly wraps his arms around you, relaxing in your arms.
“You’re an idiot.” You murmur to him.
“That’s the third time this week I’ve been called that.” Alastor murmured.
“It fits.” You quipped back. Alastor sighs and looks at you.
“I am truly sorry.” He says.
“I know. I know you are.” You say, nodding your head.
“Does this mean you’ll move back to the hotel?” Charlie’s asks, sliding up to you both. You look between her and Alastor, his ears perking up a bit.
“Yeah, as long as my room is still available.” You say, joking.
“Oh, you don’t have ta worry about that, toots. Smiles here made sure no one but him even went near your room.” Angel laughed and you looked at Alastor. He glared at Angel.
“Had to make sure it was ready for your return.” He whispered.
“You just assumed I was coming back?” You asked, gently bumping his shoulder with yours. He looked bewildered for a second and then shook his head.
“No. No. But I… Hoped.”
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atinyniki · 5 months
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just kiss me already!
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group: stray kids !
pairing: nonidol!bangchan x f!reader
genre: fluff, angst, suggestive at the end
warnings + additional info: reader is referred to as y/n, fighting (verbal), 3racha chan (songs unreleased), friends with current skz members, suggestive
authors note: this shit actually sucks but i tried even tho i had no motivation. ill make another chan fic soon to compensate. this is also not proofread. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)
wc: 2858
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“oh my gosh you bitch”
“hey! don’t call me a bitch just because you suck at the game”
you haven’t one a single game against chan since he came over. 
“i don’t wanna play anymore”, you say with a pout.
“awh come onnn don’t be a sore loser”, he smirks. 
it’s not that you don’t wanna play because you’re losing, you just don’t want to play because you both have been at it for four hours.
“let’s watch a show instead!”
“fine, but i’m choosing.”
it’s pretty easy to get chan to do what you want. you’re his weakness, he’ll do anything to make you happy to be honest. you never seem to notice the way he looks at you, or how much he tries to get your attention. 
on the other hand, you absolutely adore chan. not just the way he looked, even though he is incredibly beautiful, but you admire how caring he is. at first it was just minor attraction, but then you got closer and well… you know.
neither of you realize you’ve loved each other for so long.
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“chan? can you come over please? it’s important”
“yeah of course i’m on my way”
within the next two minutes he was in front of your door. “what’s wrong? are you okay?”
you laugh a little when you see the look on his face. “chan i’m fine, i just need help.”
“so you made me run all the way here for nothing?
you drag him to the kitchen and close the door behind you, rolling your eyes. “i never asked you to run here dumbass. you literally live next door”
chan walks into the kitchen and freezes when he sees the state of it. bowls everywhere, flour and batter scattered all over the countertop, and an assortment of cookie cutters placed next to the stan mixer.
“listen, i really need to make two hundred cookies within the next two hours. my oven can’t hold more than twenty four at a time. could you maybe bake like half of them in your oven?”
“why would you need two hundred cookies…?”, he asks incredulously.
“it’s my friends birthday tomorrow. she loves these cookies”
“oh jeez… okay fine. how long do i need to bake them for?”
“twenty six minutes…”
“yes ma’am, ill be on my way then”. he quickly grabs the trays of cookies and gives you a peck on your forehead, lips lingering for a second too long, and runs back to his house. 
you could still feel his lips on you, but you continued swapping out trays in hopes to distract yourself. 
chan didn’t burn a single cookie. your friend loved them.
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“hyung come on! don’t be a wuss”, jisung pouts.
“no jisung. not happening”
“hey well you’re the one that chose dareeee”, 
“fine i’ll just take a shot.”
the entire circle broke out into disappointed groans, but you decided to move on from chan. 
“y/n! truth or dare”
you jerk your head towards lily, “what? who said it’s my turn?!”
“me. now answer”, lily says a matter-of-fact-ly 
“fine. dare”
“you. chan. seven minutes in heaven. right now.”
you look over to chan, silently asking for permission with your eyes despite how nervous you look. you know you don’t have to do anything but… what if he wants to? no. he would never. he doesn’t like you like that.
both of you get up and walk into the room, and changbin quickly turns the lights off and leaves.
“do the lights really have to be off?”
chan walks over to the light switch, hands fumbling to find the knob. he slowly turns it so that the lights are dimmed, but enough so that you both can still see.
chan walks over to the bed, patting the part of the bed next to him and inviting you to sit down. you silently walk towards the bed and sit down, instantly covering yourself with the blanket.
“it’s freezing in here… how does seungmin survive in a room like this?”
“hm… no wonder his personality is always so cold.”
you both laugh a little at chans comment. seungmin has a thing for tormenting chan. subconsciously, you cuddle up to chan, still shivering a bit from the cold.
he seems to get the memo, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. moments of silence pass, and it’s been far too long without a sound for it to not be awkward.
suddenly, chan feels a weight on his shoulder and turns to look at it. you’re sound asleep, he accounts it to either your tipsiness or your exhaustion from working all day. 
he holds your hand for a bit, the warmth of it passing through your whole body and causing you to let out a satisfied hum in your sleep. he grabs his phone to text changbin. 
“y/n fell asleep. we’ll be in here for a while if that’s okay. you can continue without us”
“yeah yeah whatever just say you want to make out with her in peace”
“shut up changbin.“
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the next morning, you wake up in chans bed. your head starts ringing and you think about what happened the night before. you’re slowly starting to become aware of your surroundings, and the snoring coming from beside you. 
“chan. chan wake up”
“mmmhh”
“chan what happened last night”
“hm?”, he says as he finally peaks his head out of the covers.
his senses slowly come back to him, and his face instantly flushes red, the crimson color kissing his collarbone too. you’re dressed in his shirt that’s far too large for you, with a pair of his shorts on. the shirt reaches all the way down to your mid-thigh, even while sitting down.
you look at him, waiting for him to answer. “chan are you okay?”
“hm? oh yeah sorry. nothing happened don’t worry, you were just tired so i brought you home, but you insisted to stay with me”
your face flushes red, and you realize what you’re wearing. you look down, playing with the hem of the t-shirt you’re wearing. “sorry about the clothes by the way, you just looked really cold so i offered them to you”
oh. so he didn’t dress you. thank god. you don’t think you could have faced him if he did. “thank you channie.”
he smiles at you, ears going slightly red at the tips. he doesn’t want to admit what that nickname does to him, especially in your voice. you quickly get out of bed, telling chan you’ll be back soon. you go to your house to get ready for the day.
no matter how much you douse your face in cold water, the red tint doesn’t seem to fade. 
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“wow chan this is amazing!”
his face goes red as he chuckles, “thank you y/n”
changbin doesn’t fail to notice how shy chan gets around you, but he decides not to talk about it while you’re here. instead, he snickers with jisung in the corner. 
“shut up you two. i know what you’re on about”
the both of them instantly sit up straight, going silent. 
you continue listening to the rest of the tracks, loving every second of it. you give hums and nods of approval, watching the boys’ faces light up every time.
not too long after, the boys left, leaving just you and chan in his studio. you’re humming along to one of the songs he showed you earlier. he couldn’t help but smile, hoping you wouldn’t notice that it made him just a little bit too happy.
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you and chan are sitting on your bed again, watching the new kdrama that just came out. your heart jumped in your chest as you watched the scene intently, the heat of it making your face flush red. 
“damn when is someone gonna kiss me with that much passion”, chan jokes. you couldn’t help but laugh. you two have gotten a lot closer recently, and you’ve found out that chan is really into skinship.
he has you cuddled up with him under the blankets right now, your small arms wrapped around his bicep. you look up at him, just to admire him a little as he focuses on the show. what you didn’t expect though, was for him to turn his face only mere seconds later.
only then do you process just how close you are, how your lips are just inches away from eachother. chan seems to notice this too, his hands fidgeting with his drawstrings. he gives you a small smile, and turns his head back to the movie.
you’re probably being delusional, but you swear something had changed in the way he looked at you. 
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“y/n please, do something. he isn’t listening to us…”
“i’ll be there soon.”
you quickly rush over to chans house, knocking on the door to his studio.
“changbin i said leave me alone.”, chans voice was harsh. youve never heard him sound so aggressive towards anyone, he was normally really sweet. you motion to jisung and changbin to leave the room. 
“i got this, it’s okay”, you whisper to them.
“chan it’s me. please open the door”
the door flies open within seconds, and you take in chans state. his hair is a mess, two dark purple splotches under his eyes. there are energy drinks scattered all over his desk, broken pencils and scattered papers.
“what… happened?
chan began to speak, but you cut him off.
“we’re going to bed. tell me what happened there”
“n-no! let me save my work at least.”
you walk in the studio with him, waiting on the couch as he quickly saved his progress. you both walk out the room, entering his bedroom and settling under the sheets. 
“go to sleep, ill be here when you wake up.”
you try your best to stay up, but you just couldn’t let yourself. sleep takes over your body, eyes becoming heavy and finally fluttering shut for the night.
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you wake the next morning to an unfamiliar warmth. chan has his arms around you, his head buried in your chest. you thought he looked adorable like this, until he looked up at you when he realized you woke up. 
his bloodshot eyes stared back up at you, and you began to process the teardrops staining your hoodie. 
you don’t say anything more. you just pull him closer, rubbing small circles along his back. “i know you’re feeling overwhelmed right now, but you need to let all this out somehow. if you need someone please call me. you know im always right here”
chan doesn’t respond, he didn’t trust his voice enough. his body trembled in your hold, nuzzling his nose into the comforting warmth of your chest.
once he’s calmed down a little, he looks up at you again. you stare at eachother for a good while, just like you did when you watched that movie. there was something different swirling in his eyes, but you just couldn’t place it.
instead of worrying about that, you quickly placed a peck on his forehead, feeling him relax in your hold. he falls back asleep not too long after. he must have been tired.
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“WOOOO!!”
you hadn’t felt so alive in months. you knew it was incredibly childish, but you missed having someone to push you on the swings. chans arms pushed you so high you felt like you could touch the stars.
the moon shines so beautifully, covering the park in a light glow. you looked ethereal, that’s what chan thought at least. your bright smile lit up his whole world, your giggle making his heart flutter. the moonlight hit your face just right, your eyes shimmering in the darkness.
chan gradually slowed your swing down, not wanting you to thrash around. 
“done already?”, you say with a pout.
“it’s almost one in the morning, we have to go now”, he pouts back.
you both start walking back from the park, talking about chans plans for the future with 3racha. he seems so passionate about music, his eyes lighting up every time he mentioned changbin and jisung.
you look up at him, smiling a little as how cute he sounded talking about this. he looks down at you, the same unplaceable emotion in his eyes, but you stay there for a little longer.
he smiles at you. you instinctively smile back. his smile puts his adorable dimples on display, and you bring one of your fingers up to poke them. you both break out into a fit of giggles, beginning to walk home again.
time without chan began to feel like time you’ve wasted.
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“i’m not leaving”
“chan please. you need to rest”
“jeez y/n, when did you start being so clingy? the only thing i need right now is to finish this. either stay here and shut up or get the hell out. i can’t have you nagging me, this is really important”
in the three years you’ve known chan, you have never once heard him speak like this. not to you, not to anyone. you held your tears in, making sure to hide them from chan before they fell, and darted out the door. 
you quickly made your way to your house, stupidly forgetting to lock your door in your upset state. you want to yell at him. not to be mean, but just to get it in his damn head that you care about him. you wish he’d just understand.
you clutch your sweatshirt in your hands, the pain in your chest was beginning to get unbearable. you quickly go inside your room and lock the door, flopping onto your bed as sobs rack your body.
not too long after, you hear knocking on your door. 
“y/n?”, you hear chan call out for you.
you make your way to the bedroom door, sliding down onto the floor. you don’t think you’re ready to face him yet. “what do you want”
chan was taken aback by the sharp tone in your voice. he knew it was coming, he just didn’t expect it to hurt so bad. 
“i’m sorry. i know you only meant good and wanted me to be okay but… i just have so much left to do. i’m overwhelmed and scared im not going to be able to get everything done on time and i lashed out at you. i know that’s no excuse to hurt someone you love but i really didn’t mean it. i’m so-“
“chan you’re rambling again”, you pout.
“oh i’m sorry…”
you quickly open the door, helping chan off of the floor. you quickly bring him to your bed and force him to lay down. “sleep. please”
he could tell you’ve almost lost your patience, so he huddles up closer to you and lets sleep overtake his body. “goodnight y/n. thank you”
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today, you wake up to a different sight than usual. normally, chans face is buried in your chest or he’s hugging you from behind. this time was different. he was mere centimeters away from you, nose brushing against yours. 
you quickly shut your eyes, hoping you didn’t go red at just the sight of him.
not too long after, chan wakes and gets ready for the day, coming back into your home to see you already awake. 
you were dressed in a large grey t-shirt. you don’t quite remember where it came from, but it’s incredibly comfortable. 
chan recognizes it instantly. it’s the shirt he gave you the first night you slept over at his house. his heart swelled at the sight, wishing he could see you in his clothes everyday. 
without a second thought, he quickly runs towards you, sitting on the bed right next to you again. he’s looking at you the same way he has been for the past couple months.
this time around though, he does something different. his hand makes his way up to cup your cheek, his big hands swallowing some of your jawline too. 
he slowly moves his face closer to you, now only inches away from your lips. your heart rate quickens, feeling his breath fan over your lips.
“chan, just kiss me already. please.”
he tentatively moves closer, not getting a chance to process before you crash your lips into his. it’s a kiss of pure want and need. “fuck y/n. i’ve been waiting to do this for so long”
“i love you channie”, you whispered breathlessly.
a flip switched inside of him, immediately pushing you down onto your back while he hovered over you. he kisses at your jawline, red marks appearing all over your neck. “i love you so much baby”, he says in between kisses.
you couldn’t hold back your whimpers, the feeling was too much for you to handle. all of a sudden, you heard a loud ringing.
chan picked up his phone, sounding a little aggravated. “hello?”
“chan where are you?”, jisung asked him
“i’m with y/n. we’re watching a movie. why?”
“oh sorry my bad. have-“
he hung up before jisung could finish, eager to get back to you.
“now, where were we?”
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dumbawesomev69 · 1 month
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Why the Arc's are the breeders of remnants
Jaune was sitting in Ozpin office with team rwby parents along with pyrrha mother all staring at him while on the other side we're team rwby and Pyrrha all with pregnant stomachs.
Ozpin: now Mr arc you know what I called you here.
Jaune: uh to make sure I take responsibility?
Ghira: *try lunging* IM GOING TO KILL YOU!!! *Kail and qrow hold him back* let me go! Let me go!
Kail: No honey I won't let our grand kittens be fatherless!
Ozpin clear his throat as he looks at jaune. "Mr arc please tell me it's just team rwby and miss nikos."
Jaune: well.... I can't lie because...
*door opened*
Glynda (pregnant): sir miss Neon, team ndgo, Reese, may, arslan, Velvet, coco are parents have arrived to talk also I may need paternal leave
Everyone: *slowly to face jaune*
Jaune: well their you go that's everyone.
Glynda: oh I forgot I received a message from Raven, ironwood, Roman and the white fang something about Mr arc take responsibility
Jaune: alright maybe their more.
Willow scrolls rings and she answers. "Yes oh winter I'm just talking to- your what! And Whitley too.
Everyone's eyes widen as jaune gulp as Weiss looks at jaune. "you fuck and impregnate my brother!"
Jaune: I though it was you!
*door slams opened*
Bleiss (pregnant): Guess who's back Bitches!
Jacques: Oh shit not her!
Willow: bleiss! You return! *Hugs her* and your pregnant as well.
Jaune was sweating. "Alright so I think that's everyone."
*Door slams opened again*
Pietro: I just want to talk to him
Penny (pregnant): why do you have a shotgun?
Pietro: I just want to talk to him.
Penny: Dad this is ridiculous.
Pietro: I just want to talk to him.
Penny: put that gun away.
Pietro: I just want to talk to him.
Penny: it's not his fault.
Pietro: I just want to talk to shoot him.
Pietro makes it close to jaune and points his gun. "ALRIGHT SAY YOUR PRAYERS!!"
Jaune: ALRIGHT LOOK I SAID ILL TAKE RESPONSIBILITY!!! WHY DO EVERYONE WANT TO KILL ME!!
*Portal opened*
Jessica, vixen and wonder woman walk through each pregnant. "Hey jaune remember that time in the closet well and the training room."
Jaune: alright so I'm pretty thier more to come so let's wait.
*another portal opened*
Salem (pregnant): Hello arc it seems our time together have reunited my old life as a mother which both cinder and Emerald are exited to be a mothers as well.
Jaune: uh so that what dad meant that we Arc's are the breeders of remnants.
Everyone who's pregnant: you think!
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lizzieislife94x · 2 months
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Doctor L/N
Requested ❤️ (Kinda requested a requested based on a one shot I done but instead of doctor maximoff it's l/n and a different kinda story idk)
WandaxG!P Reader
Woop woop guys here we are FINALLY a New one shot for yall 🙌 time to start getting all the new one shots worked on as always requests are always open feel free to comment them or message whatever you prefer all I gotta know is lizzie or wanda and a basic idea of a story line and if its G!P or GxG don't be shy with requests I shall do my best to write them to life 😂
Wandas POV:
"Ugggh I hate the doctors don't make me go nat!" I groan to the redhead as she laughs "no you don't hate the doctors wands you don't wanna see doctor L/N because you have a huge crush on her" I frown and throw a cushion at her head "lies natasha lies" the both of us burst out laughing as she throws the cushion back "ugh you're right but dude I can't go to this one it's a smere test I think and I'm not taking my clothes off and spreading my legs infront if her what if I get excited when she's touching down there I just can't go" i argue but she grabs the car keys and my arm "were going and I'm driving so I know you actually go so move it maximoff" I roll my eyes and grab my stuff following her to the car "we should be there in 20 minutes so just try and relax wanda" I buckle my belt as we start our journey to the doctors office.
"I'll be waiting out here now move your ass" nat says practically pushing me out the car door, I frown and close the door as I make my way into the doctors office my hands getting a little clamy "good afternoon can I have your name please" a cheery older receptionist says giving a kind smile "uh hey good afternoon" I smile "I have an appointment at 2.15 with doctor L/N my name is wanda maximoff" as she types away on her computer a few seconds later she looks up and smiles "great that's me notified the doctor you're here and waiting take a seat and she'll be with you as soon as possible" I smile and walk to a seat in the waiting room as I fiddle with my rings getting lost in though "miss maximoff" I'm snapped out of my thoughts by her beautiful voice I look up and give a shy smile as I stand up walking towards doctor L/N "good afternoon miss maximoff it's nice to see you again" she smiles making small talk as we walk to her office.
"So miss maximoff I can see here you're here for a smere test if you put this on you can remove your clothes behind that curtain and give me a shout when you're done" she says handing me a gown type thing as I take it I get behind the curtain and start removing my clothes my heart beating faster at the thought of doctor L/N touching or seeing me so exposed, damn it wanda get your shit together I say inside my head as I clear my throat "I uh I'm ready doctor L/N" I say my voice a little shakey as I open the curtain "great now if you hop up on the table for me and put your feet on the pads at the end of the bed ill be ready in a second, and please don't be nervous alot of women are so just relax it makes it easier to get the exam done" she says with a smile as she turns her back to me sliding on some rubber gloves I quickly jump up on the table and set my feet on the pads as the gown slides up "I'm just going to add a little lubricant to my fingers so I can have a little feel so don't be alarmed at the cold feeling, let's get the gown up a little more" as she says the words she slides the gown higher exposing me more her hands sliding up my thighs sending chills down my spine I can't help but bite my lip to stop the moan leaving my mouth "are you ready you will feel my fingers penetrant but I have to have a little feel around" I take a deep breath and nod "I'm ready" I simply say as I feel her sliding 2 cold fingers inside me casuing me to inhale sharply "fuck" I moan lowly "does that hurt miss maximoff are you ok" she looks up "it definitely doesn't hurt" I smirk biting my lip as she raises an eyebrow "you know you're not supposed to enjoy this" I can see her shifting a little in her seat as she keeps her eyes locked on mine her fingers moving again slowly I close my eyes and moan, I hear her groan slightly as her fingers move faster "if you're going to enjoy it I may as well give you something to enjoy" I open my eyes and look at her "please just do it I want you now" I'm surprised by my own honesty.
Y/ns POV:
"Please just do it I want you now" I bite my lip as her words hit my ear "so fucking naughty miss maximoff" I smirk as I work my fingers faster this was supposed to be a straight forward exam now I have a stunning redhead telling me she wants me what has today become "are you sure you want this" I ask sliding my free hand up her gorgeous toned legs "yes just do it do what you want just make me feel good" she pants I thrust my fingers faster knowing exactly what spot will make her gush all over my hand I can't help but grin as I curl my fingers and thrust against the spot a few times a loud scream leaving her lips as she squrits all over my hand "fu..cc..k" she screams as she tries to close her legs as they shake uncontrollably "no no keep them open honey" I smirk holding them open as leave a gentle kiss on her puffy clit, I stand up between her legs to get a little relief from the throbbing solid member in my pants "wow" she moans as her eyes land on my solid bulge "oh you want this" I smirk rubbing my bulge as she nods I quickly free my solid member as she gasps when it springs free "Holy fucking shit" I can't help but laugh as I gently rub my dick "don't worry sweetheart you'll take it no problem a little lube and that wet pussy of yours we'll have no problems" I bite my lip and pull her down the table so her ass is at the edge as I lube up my dick her eyes watching my every move as I guide it to her dripping entrance I can't help my moan as her little hole stretches for me "ye...ees fuck" she cries as I sink deeper inside her till my length disappears inside her "fuck wanda you have a tight little pussy" I moan as my eyes close her pussy gripping my cock as I start to thrust slowly my hands wrapped around her thighs as her back arches up off the table "mhh fuck you're doing so well honey taking my dick so good" I breath out as I start to thrust harder and faster the only sounds leaving her lips ate moans and cries of pleasure "are you still taking your pill" I groan my thrusts getting harder and harder pounding her pussy raw "n..n..oo don't like.. h...o...ow they make me fe...eel" I groan and close my eyes trying to hold back as her pussy gets tighter with every thrust making her cream all over my cock "shit where will I cum so fucking close tell me quick" she wraps her legs around my waist tightly pulling me deeper inside her "but you arnt protected" I groan my thrusts never stopping as her hold gets tighter "fuck cum inside me" I moan as I feel the knot in my stomach snapping and with a few more pounding thrusts I slam deep inside her holding all movements as I start to shoot my load deep inside her, her pussy getting tighter again as she cums with me both of us panting and moaning I fall forward laying ontop of her gently as she bites her lip "less mess" I can't help but laugh as I stand up and slide out of her as she moans, I grab some tissues to clean us both up as I fix my pants and sit "fuck that has never happened" wanda gets up and ready and grins "I've wanted that for the longest time" I smirk and pull her ontop of me and kiss her gently "you could have asked me on a date after work hours" I whisper against her lips with a grin "this was way more fun than a date but since you mentioned it how about tomorrow after work" I smile and nod "I'd love that leave your number and I'll text you details to come pick you up" she gets up and writes her number handing it to me before leaving a kiss on my cheek and walking out of my office, I lean back in my chair and cover my face with my hands and laugh, what the fuck just happened.
AN: first new one shot! I hope yall enjoy remember I haven't wrote in MONTHS so I apologise If this is terrible all honest feedback welcomed I hope yall have had a great day/night remember drink water and stay hydrated babes 💗  word count 1.7k
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gay-dorito-dust · 7 months
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Hi! Alright, that’s fine I’ll just request it again! So, I was wondering if it was alright to request blue beetle x reader where the reader takes the place of Jenny, however here, the reader and Jamie are already in a relationship. His family has already met them and loves them like family, however, their relationship is somehow kept a secret from the reader’s side of the family (so their aunt and other relatives doesn’t know). So I was just wondering if you could write like a fic or headcanons on what the story would look like under this scenario? Also, if it’s no trouble, could you give me some indication you got this request?
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If this is looking a little too short, it’s because I didn’t know where else to take it without feeling a little redundant and rubbish.
You weren’t ashamed of your perfect boyfriend nor his amazing family that have treated you as though you were apart of the family.
However, your eccentric family, a topic you have discussed with both Jaime and his family prior to your blooming relationship, mainly because you didn’t like having to withhold information from the people you’ve spent building a strong and unbreakable trust with. It wouldn’t feel right to leave them in the dark about your unsteady relationships with your own family.
Jaime, being the most amazing person that he is, understood your situation and despite his curiosity as to how your relationships have became so strained, he’s not one to pry in things that have nothing to do with him personally. But he made it incredibly apparent that he was there for you if you were to ever get into that can of worms as he holds you tightly against him, hands rubbing your back and or arms as he pressed his head against your own whilst pressing comforting kisses and words into your skin; making everything feel right again.
Ain’t he just the absolute fucking best?
However it would only be a matter of time when your family do end up finding out about your relationship, whether it was an accident slip of the lip or otherwise, however during this time you probably would’ve most likely grown to not give a single shit about they’re inevitable disapproval of you and how you’d been tarnishing the family name, or some other bollocks that is honestly so textbook of them. So to speak but upon hearing them speaking ill of Jaime or his family, that’s where the line was crossed for you and without an ounce of hesitation you defend your boyfriend and his family with your whole heart.
Telling your own family how they (Jaime’s) were 10000x the people then they’d ever be and so on that by the end of it, despite your breathlessness of speaking your whole mind until your lungs ran out of breath- you felt as though you could still go for a good while longer on how amazing and inspirational Jaime and his family are and how you’re honoured, blessed, grateful for being given a chance to experience that first hand.
You were so emotionally charged as memories of you, Jaime, Milagro and the family came flooding to the forefront. You finished your impassioned speech with something like; ‘you can talk down to me, walk all over me, degrade me, I’ll let that slide but doing the same to my boyfriend and his family? I just can’t allow that.’
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elliespillowprincess · 2 months
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SHES MY DRUG
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a/n: this is my first ever (kinda) fic so it kinda sucks and is all over the place.. rockstar/band ellie has been on my mind too much lately so yk i had to.
c/w: modern au, reader is in college (premed), biker ellie!!! smut!, reader/ellie are high/drunk during sex, cum eating, fingering (r!receiving) mentions of smoking, drinking and drugs (reader and ellie), angst :(, fem reader, plus size reader, insecure reader, fluff, race of reader not specified, TERRIBLY WRITTEN, not proofread
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the next morning, you wake up unsure of where you are. you look around the room, its messy and there’s clothes, food, and drinks everywhere. you lift your head and look to the right and see none other, than ellie williams.
what the fuck happened last night?
you look down, noticing you aren’t wearing the clothes you chose yesterday. you’re wearing her fucking merch, no shorts on. she’s sleeping softly, her head pressed into the pillow.
did the two of you fuck last night?
you attempt to get out of bed silently, as to not wake up the girl next to you. standing up, you try to look for your clothes so you’re at least a little covered up. you see your phone on the table, and a million text messages appear on the screen as you wake it.
lili😦: where are u?
dude i saw abby
u ok?
when did you slip away?
where are you
hello???
do u have no service?
ur scaring me y/n seriously
please answer me
im going to security
they told me you left with ellie williams????
wtf??
HELLO??
your stomach sinks as your haze ellie had over you caused you to not think straight. “fuckkkkk!!” you curse yourself, starting to type quickly.
you: omg i’m so so sorry lili
i didn’t mean to scare u
i saw abby she was saying all kinds of shit to me
i’m okay though ill be home soon
we’ll talk then ok?
you set your phone down and begin searching for the rest of your things. tripping over the bottles on the floor. as you’re about to leave, you look over at ellie. quickly, you grab a tissue and write a note for her on it. sorry, i have to go!! here’s my number if u want it? (xxx)-(xxx)-(xxxx).
“where the hell did you go?? i was so worried dude!!” lili shouts at you. you can tell she wasn’t really mad, just more concerned. you guys never go anywhere without telling each other. you have each others locations, but you absentmindedly turned it off while drunk last night. after leaving the hotel, you called an uber and headed home.
“lili im sorry, people were rude at the concert and i went to get some air!!” you defend yourself. “air? how did you end up with her? she’s trouble, y/n. did you guys fuck? were you sober?” you place both hands on your face, trying to clear your mind. “no, we just, cuddled? i don’t know.” liliana takes a deep sigh before pulling you into a tight hug. “just.. don’t do it again. you really scared me.” hugging her back, the two of you decided to go out to lunch and enjoy your day off of no classes.
“did you hear what happened with that camilla chick?” the two of you had been gossiping over your now cold soup for hours. talking about whatever drama was currently happening in your small town. suddenly, you get a text.
???: hey pretty girl.
your eyes widen and liliana immediately starts asking questions, being nosy. “what? who is it? what’d they say?? bitch tell me i can’t read your face!!” you smile as you say in shock, “it’s ellie williams!!” liliana lets out a gasp with you as she leans over the table, trying to see what she said. you turn your phone around when another text buzzes on your phone. “WOAH!!! bitch she really wants you!!” you flip around the phone to see what the girl texted you next.
???: where’d you run off to? reached for u this morning n u weren’t there
your face immediately turns a shade of pink. how is this happening? how many girls who hookup with her get a text the next day? you two didn’t even hook up!! you begin typing on your phone, more excited now. “what are you gonna say?” liliana asks you. “ummm… what should i say?” you keep typing and deleting texts, overthinking it. “ask her to hangout! you know, when you guys are sober?”
you: hey i’m so sorry!
my friend was really worried about me
i was with her and disappeared n didn’t respond
it doesn’t take long before the bubbles appear on your screen once again, a message appearing. you decide to change her contact name.
ellie🤭: don’t worry abt it
u free today?
heard there was a party on 97th tn? dk where that is
“she just basically invited me to a party! what do i say??” you look up at liliana, waiting for her to make a decision for you. “if you don’t go, ill kill you.” you weren’t a big party person in general, especially not on nights when you had an 8 am class the next day. “i don’t know, i have to wake up early tomorrow..” “she’s probably leaving town tomorrow, this might be your last chance! cmon you’re dumb if you don’t go.” you sigh, replying to her.
you: yeah i’m free!
nathan’s parties r always pretty good, he’s part of the richest family here
it was seconds before another reply came in.
ellie🤭: send me your address
picking u up at 8
it was 7:34, you’re adding touches to your makeup. you’re extremely nervous, i mean who wouldn’t be? you were about to hangout with a rockstar! you wanted to make a better impression than last night. applying a final layer of lipgloss, you look at yourself in the mirror. having asked for liliana’s help once again, you find yourself in a similar outfit to the night before. you’re wearing a pair of low rise jeans, another leather jacket to keep you warm, and her shirt. you dreaded washing it because it had the musk of cigarettes, weed, and her cologne. was it too bold to wear her shirt? probably. you tied it in the back, making it look tighter and shorter.
walking to the fridge, you grab a seltzer and wait for ellie’s text indicating she was there. plopping on the couch, liliana walks in. “look at you!! you’re bold as fuck for wearing her shirt, it looks good!” she says, sitting down next to you. “just make sure you leave your location on okay? and give me updates when you can.” you didn’t mind how much she checks on you, knowing you do the same thing. “i will, don’t worry.” the two of you talk mindlessly until you get a text.
ellie🤭: here
your heart skips a beat, and you quickly get up, grabbing your bags. walking to the front door, you take a deep breath as liliana walks behind you, waiting to lock the door after you leave. “it’ll be fun, don’t worry.”
“holy shit. you look gorgeous.” ellie says as you walk to her bike. you blush nervously as she hands you her helmet, helping you on. she’s wearing a pair of baggy jeans, paired with another one of her merch shirts. does she never get cold? “look at you! you look amazing.”
after speeding through cars, you arrive at the party. she helps you off and locks both of the helmets in her seat, grabbing your hand and leading you into the party. you were shocked at her straightforwardness, and partially worried that someone would recognize her. she notices your discomfort on your face, and asks you, “what’s wrong?” she asks, turning to you, stopping the two of you just before you step into the house. “nothing! jus worried people are gonna flock to you.” she smiles. “im only performing one song for them, ill make sure you’re right upfront ‘kay?” you smile softly and nod, following her into the house.
“next up, we got ellie williams!!” you hear the familiar voice of nathan say. “follow me.” she guides you to the front, pushing people aside to make sure you get the best view before she stands on the make-shift stage. she looks slightly annoyed, but grabs a guitar, tuning it and starting to play. cold heaven. you recognize the song as one she played at the festival the day prior. she’s strumming, singing, all while looking at you. it felt like a fantasy, it felt like the two of you were the only people in that room. girls were screaming and offering her drinks, to which she ignored. you just watched her, watched how her long fingers strummed the guitar effortlessly. how sweat dripped down her forehead. how her mouth remained opened in between lyrics.
she was hot.
your stomach began feeling warm as you sipped on whatever seltzer you found in the fridge of the house. the room felt fuzzy. the finished the song with a loud “thank you everyone!”, waving off the stage to find you. you wiggled your way out of the crowd, looking for ellie. that’s when you saw her, looking around for you when her eyes laid on yours, her face lighting up. she walks up to you, wrapping her arm around the small of your back. everything she did was so forward, but it also felt respectful.
“wanna get outta here?”
that’s how you ended up in your bedroom, sharing a blunt between the two of you on your bed. the room is filled with smoke. liliana had headed out for the night after you texted her that you were heading home, she knew. “whatcha looking at mama?” you hear ellie say. you were lost in a trance of her, admiring every little freckle on her face. her voice was raspy, and she was analyzing your expressions. “nothin’, jus you.” you smile at her. she inches closer to you, leaning in. “just me?”. her tone, her expressions, her hair falling perfectly, her hands inching closer, smoke entering your nose, everything is too much. you can’t control yourself, and the mix of alcohol and weed causes you to become confident. you lean in and grab her neck with both hands, placing a deep kiss on her lips.
what the fuck? why did you just do that? you barely know her! she probably gets girls begging for this constantly.
you’re just another girl.
she pulls you back, and looks at you closely. “are you sure? we don’t have to do anything.” you look at her, surprised at her even asking. you eagerly nod your head, looking at her expectantly. she puts the still lit joint into the ashtray next to your bed. “use your words, princess.” you grabbed her hands and placed them on your cheeks, rubbing your face into them. “yes els, i’m sure.” she smiles at you before placing a slow, soft kiss on your lips. you moan into the kiss, crawling to sit on her lap, straddling her.
she moved so she was against the headboard, with you on her lap. her long hands were wrapped around the small of your waist, pulling you closer, grinding you on her jeans. the room becomes more and more hot, your jeans begging to come off. “please…” you mumble between the kiss. she pushes your hair out of your face, “what was that baby? gotta tell me what you want.” she dips her head down, leaving marks along your neck and jaw. “fingers, mouth, you please..” you mumble incoherently. she lifts her head up, looking at you intently. “are you sure?” she asks, waiting for your response.
“more than sure.”
she lays you down on your back. she crawls on top of you. gently kissing your collarbone with your hands tangled in her hair. she gently removes your jacket, then your jeans. she takes a step back to admire you. “so fucking pretty. gonna fuck you in my shirt sound good baby?” she says, reaching under your back and unclipping your bra with ease. you can only moan in response. she lifts your- her shirt slightly so she can get a view of your boobs. air blows out of her lips when she sees them, immediately suckling onto the right bud, massaging the other. “oh fuckkk.. els..!!” you hold onto her head. she lifts her head slightly to say “is my girl sensitive?” before dipping back down to suck on the left one. my girl? did she really think of you that way?
you feel her lips travel down your stomach until her mouth is kissing the inner part of your thigh, getting close but not quite where you wanted her. you start to squirm and beg her to hurry up. “ellie please.. i need you.” she looks up at you, then down at your lacy underwear, noticing the wet spot. “let’s not waste any time then yeah? lift those hips for me.” you comply as she pulls down your underwear, immediately attacking your dripping cunt. it feels like an electric shock; the way her tongue laps at your clit, drawing circles. her skill immediately makes your back arch as you moan her name loudly. your hands are tangled in her hair as her middle finger prods at your hole, slowly slipping inside. her finger is so deep inside of you, and the feeling of her finger exiting, entering, curling, and repeating makes your pupils become blown and your vision to blur. when she adds a second finger, it’s over.
your legs are fighting to stay open and not crush her head, she’s pumping in and out of you while sloppily making out with your clit. the air smells like weed and sex, and everything is so overwhelming. you have one hand in her hair, and one gripping the sheets. she reaches up to hold your hand in hers as she fucks you fast and passionately. the intimacy from her holding your hand and moaning into your clit makes you dizzy. you feel so full of her. you feel the rope in your stomach become tighter and tighter, until you can’t hold it anymore. “ellie!! els m’gonna cum!” you babble out, tears brimming your eyes.
“give it to me, cum on my fingers, you can do it.” she somehow speeds up her pace, looking up at you and seeing how you begin to fall apart. you look down, and when you see her, everything comes loose. your orgasm rips through you as you scream her name; ears ringing, vision going white, body trembling. she fucks you through your orgasm, until you start squirming away. she places kisses along your thighs as you breathe heavily. then, she gets up without a word, going to the bathroom.
“where are you going?” you ask curiously, half expecting her to just leave. “where are your rags?” she’s rummaging through your drawers and before you can tell her where, she turns on the faucet, wetting the rag. “found it!” the water turns off and she walks up to you, still spread out on your bed, and cleans you up. you begin whimpering from the sensitivity, trying to push her away. “i know honey, just let me clean you up okay?” all of this felt too much like a relationship. sure, you’ve had plenty one night stands with people you barely knew, but this was different. she spent the time after to clean you up, kiss you, and tell you how amazing you did. you start feeling bad, wanting to return the favor. you try to pull her jeans down, when she looks up and asks you what you’re doing. “wanna make you feel good.” you tell her.
“you already did.”
after cleaning you, she puts the rag away in your hamper, crawling on the bed to cuddle with you. she admires your hickeys on your neck, and kisses them gently. you inch closer to curl into her body. “are you gonna change?” you ask her. “nah, i’m too comfy right now. hey do you wanna go get breakfast in the morning?” you look partially confused. asking, “don’t you have to leave soon? i mean, you’re still on tour no?” she smiles at you, brushing the hair from your face. “i leave at noon tomorrow.” you pout, hoping she’d stay a little longer. but what did you expect? she has her priorities. “yeah, okay. we can go.” she pulls you in closer, pulling the comforter over you to make sure you stay warm. she leans in and places a soft kiss on your forehead, causing you to drift off to sleep.
you’re riding on the back of ellie’s bike, again, speeding through the city. it’s 10:56, and the thought of this dream ending makes your stomach hurt. you’re wearing a simple outfit: jeans and a hoodie, while ellie borrowed some of yours. you arrive at the diner you’ve been to countless amounts of times living here, and hop off her bike, following her in. the two of you sit at a table, admiring one another. “do you really have to go?” you ask out of the blue. “i wish i could stay. i mean, you could always come with me?” she asks, looking at you with expectant eyes. you really wanted to go with her, but you couldn’t miss so much school. “i want to, i really do. just with school and everything..” you trail off, ellie looking slightly hurt. the rest of the meal it’s quieter; not uncomfortably but just quiet. she pays the bill, reaching her hand out to walk you out. as soon as you think you got through the meal without her getting recognized, you were wrong. a girl runs up to her, begging for a photo and an autograph. you watch the way ellie holds the girl around the waist as one of the waitresses takes the photo.
you feel sick to your stomach. why were you so jealous? i mean, you guys technically aren’t anything.
you awkwardly stand there, waiting for them to finish. when they do, she just walks out, holding the door for you. the two of you hop on her bike, heading for your house. she stops the bike, taking her helmet off and watches you get off. you take your helmet off, and go to hand it to her. “keep it, for next time.” she smiles, pulling you in for a deep kiss. next time? she smiles into the kiss, pulling you deeper. you feel like you’re floating. “you have to text me, okay? don’t go forgetting about me.” she says with a coy smile. “how could i?” she smiles at you before kissing you deeply one more time. you can’t help but think, what is this? what are you guys? will she be back? she places the helmet back on her head once again, starting her bike back up. she revs the handle as you watch her drift away. “bye!” you shout softly, but she couldn’t hear you.
will she be back?
sorry this was so short it just needed a little cliff hanger😣😣 pt 3 coming very soon!!!
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AITA for "causing" someone's ED? (massive TW obviously)
so i (18x) have a pr0ana sideblog. i say this in the LOOSEST sense of the term; while i interact with pr0ana tags and content, i don't make any myself, and my "platform" is nonexistent. i primarily use the blog as a way to feel less alone since i can't talk about my ED in real life. it's a vent blog. i don't have the name of my sideblog anywhere on my main blog, and vice versa.
a few weeks ago, my good friend (18x) found this sideblog and decided not to tell me. over the next few weeks, we had several conversations about my ED and their dysmorphia (though according to them not a full-fledged ED), all started by them. at one point i promised them that i would try to get just a little better every day, and i do! i do try that constantly! but about ten minutes after saying that i posted something on my sideblog about how paranoid i was about calories or whatever, because yeah i'm trying to get better, but that doesn't mean i magically stop struggling. i also told them i was NOT on pr0ana tumblr or interacting with that sort of content, because i wasn't comfortable sharing that about myself. i didn't know my friend knew about the sideblog at this point.
they dmed me a while after this post to ask why i had lied to their face, or as they put it in a vaguepost on their blog, "made a promise and then turned around and immediately broken it." i got very very frustrated, since i think what i do on the internet is my business, as is my mental health. this definitely reflected in my tone, so i think i was definitely TA, at least initially.
during this conversation, though, they basically said that i needed to talk to them about my emotions and stop hiding them, and that i had to take the hand they were extending. here's where the main problem started. they then said that they considered contacting my mother or friends but decided in the long run it wouldn't be beneficial. my mother is emotionally abusive, which this friend knew, and would absolutely involuntarily hospitalize me if contacted about my ED.
i became extremely angry, both that my friend would have my mother's and friends' contact information in the first place (we met through tumblr and have only met in person ONCE -- i do not, clearly, have their parents' contact information or even their names, and this was not information i volunteered to them) and that they would use it as an ultimatum. at this point i became extremely furious and basically told them to leave me alone because no one who genuinely cared about me would do that, and i didn't understand why my mental illness was seen as something i HAD to overcome if i wanted to avoid getting literally hospitalized by my mother. at this point they told me that i was refusing to accept help and that i was "aestheticizing killing myself." they then blocked me. i was still fucking angry. i never blocked them from my main, but i did block all their accounts from my sideblog and change the url.
they later unblocked me and we tried to remain civil. we never stopped interacting with each other's posts or whatever. they initiated contact a few times, which i ignored. the first instance they initiated contact was sending me a poem they'd written about the situation, which made me feel like shit, and the second time was just saying "hey." i didn't respond either time because i didn't know how.
i saw a vaguepost that they made on their blog yesterday that basically said they were fucking angry that, after an entire lifetime of struggling to avoid developing an ED, the "person they used to be in love with" was the reason they were developing one. it was clearly about me and i felt a rush of shame so overwhelming that i didn't really know what to do with it. i dmed them to tell them that i loved them and i was sorry, that i didn't mean to hurt them, and that i didn't want things to end like they did. reading back over the message now, it feels very "woe is me" (i was crying while writing it), but basically it just involved me apologizing a million times.
i woke up this morning to their response, which was: "are you saying this because you miss me or because you don't have anyone else left? i don't want to be your last choice." i hadn't gone into the conversation with the intention of regaining their close friendship because, frankly, i don't want that. i hadn't gone into it with a goal in mind. a problem i've had with this friend in the past is that they seem to view a lot of interactions and relationships as almost transactional in a way that i don't (demonstrated by their insistence that i had to talk them about my mental health in the first place). i told them this, and told them i just wanted to apologize and that i loved them. they said that they were sorry, too, but that the timing made them "suspicious," i assume because they know i've been extremely depressed and lonely lately (i just moved to college without any of my best friends and have been making vent posts about it on my main personal blog).
i know it wasn't the intention, but it made me feel like they were using my mental illness against me yet AGAIN, and i stopped apologizing. as i'm typing this i'm trying to decide whether to block them. but i feel like shit about the whole thing, because i was responsible for the formation of their ED, and i feel like i should be able to handle whatever anger they have towards me for that without getting my feelings hurt and being petty. i don't know. AITA?
What are these acronyms?
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Hii can I please request a fic for principle weems x student reader. Where R has been missing from classes all day and the teachers have reported it. so weems goes to find R and is kind of mad beacuse R is a bit of a problem student with good grades. So when she finds R is sick in her dorm w a fever and is delirious she’s worried and so weems looks after her. I would love this. Thank you for considering it even if you dont write it :) also I love your writing its very amazing. <3 (sorry if this request is a bit long)
Problem child
Larissa weems x student!reader
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A/n: I love requests like this so don’t you worry! I started writing this the very same night you requested and had so much fun, thank you for your request<3
Warnings: platonic relationship, sick reader, Larissa being such a mom, reader actually calls Larissa mom once, food.
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Larissa could already feel a headache coming on after checking the attendance of the homeroom teachers to find out that you were yet again, not in class. But it wasn’t until the end of the day that all the teachers reported you missing from class that she really got concerned.
It’s always something with you. It was one of the seven wonders to Larissa how you managed to keep up good grades while simultaneously being one of the most problematic children in the school. So you not showing up to any of the classes had to mean you were up to no good. Thankfully though, when she checked if your usual group of trouble making friends attended class, most of them were in all their classes, with the occasional skip or tardy. So what could you possibly be up to on your own?
She was about ready to storm into your room and even more ready for the probability of not finding you there. Turns out she didn’t even consider any of the normal reasons for why a student would miss class, figures.
To say she was shocked to actually see you in your room, in your bed, practically rotting away sick, would be an understatement. In a flash, her anger seemed to fade away as she knocked on the door to announce her presence, which was a little too late but still appreciated.
You looked her way as you heard it, and instantly groaned and turned away. “Oh my you look horrible-“ words came tumbling out of her mouth before she could even think and rephrase.
“Oh thanks- I really appreciate that.” The middle of your sentence was cut off by a cough. You sounded horrible too, but Larissa learned to shut her mouth by now with the dripping sarcasm in your words. “I apologize. That’s not what I meant to say. I just mean you look really ill.” You turned to her, squinting your eyes. “Yeah sure, that sounds better.”
Larissa sighed and rolled her eyes. “You’re impossible.” And you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t bite back even with your hoarse voice. “And you’re an as- mean. You’re mean.” You instantly trailed off from your intentes words at Larissa’s warning look, but she moved on from it quickly.
“Do you have a fever?” She asked, not wanting to overstep or touch you without you allowing it. “How the hell would I know? I just feel like shit and the world is all spiny..” Did you just feel like being extra impossible today? She sighed. “Have you been locked in here the whole day?” The second you nodded she decided to take the rest of the afternoon to care for you as best as she could.
She encouraged you to go back to sleep as she went down to the cafeteria, grabbing a few bottled waters and having them pack up your dinner to bring back to your dorm. Usually nots allowed, but in cases like these she’d make an exception.
When she came back you were already fast asleep. She sighed and spoke quietly to herself. “What am I going to do with you, problem child?”
In all honesty, she truly didn’t know what to do. Should she wake you up to eat?.. no resting should take priority but it’s late, and you’ve yet to have a bite of food. So after a bit of contemplating, she lightly shook you awake, leaving you to wake up confused. “..mom?”
Oh you poor thing. Larissa offered a small smile, choosing not to mention it. “I’ve brought you dinner, I think it’s best if you eat up before heading back to bed, alright?” You whined and complained but eventually sat up, looking between Larissa and the food a little awkwardly. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to sit here and watch you eat. I just needed to make sure you’d actually get to it.”
You nodded, placing a pillow over your lap and resting the container there. There was a beat of silence before you looked back up to her. “Thank you.., principal Weems.”
She flashed you her signature smile, it was oddly comforting. “Of course. Do let me know if you need anything else, and please, rest up, darling. I rather see you up and causing trouble than like this.”
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°•°•° dark!rhysand x reader
•°•°• rhysand always gets what he wants. sometimes, it takes longer than others. after finding something of yours, he gets the perfect opportunity to make you his
You never lost your journal. The leather-bound brown notebook was tucked under your pillow, under your arm, or under a loose floorboard in the servant's quarters of Hewn City. That morning, you put it safely under the floors at the base of your small bed. It had every horrible thing you'd done, every ill-thought, and worst of all, how much you hated Prince Rhysand. As his personal servant, you knew more than you should about him. You criticized him, his friends, his sexual escapades with males, females, lesser fae, and High Fae alike.
Hewn City was not kind. Even less so for the servants. Born into it, there was never any chance for you to do anything else with your life. From the time you could walk, it was decided that you would take over for your mother once she decided to step down. She'd had you in her later years, far past the point expected for females to carry. Her own father had put her in a life of debt, and she was expected to work it off. She wouldn't have children until it was dead and gone. She wouldn't put that kind of strain on you.
But, shit happens.
Now, here you were, standing over the open floorboard, the space empty. Your fingers clenched into a fist, nails digging into your skin. You thought you should just leave while you can. High Lord Rhen would take it as an act of treason. For writing those things about his son, he'd surely take a finger. Maybe even your tongue. Whoever had it wouldn't hesitate to turn it in.
Oddly, you felt numb. For now, there was shock, the full scope hadn't hit you. You thought you were clever. You thought no one would find it.
That calm feeling didn't last long. Not when he started reading in a low, mocking voice. Ice practically filled your heart. He found it. Maybe this was the worst outcome of all. "He thinks we all don't laugh at him, that even though we may be beneath him, we will never have to live with his shame and disgrace–"
You cut him off with a whimper, whirling around finally to stop him. He leaned against your wall, sleeves rolled up his arms. His hair had been messy, alcohol wafting off him. His purple eyes tracked you, a predator looking at its prey moments before it strikes. When he did, you knew it would land. Gods, you didn't think you would survive it.
He snapped the journal closed, holding it above his head. Against all rhyme or reason, you lunged for it, body pressed against his as you clawed for it. With ease, he has the two of you swapped, hand on your throat with your back against the wall. You blinked, gasping, as you wondered if he had winnowed or if he was simply that quick.
His wings appeared, spreading wide. The tips just barely missed the walls of your room. It efficiently cut you off from the rest of the room. Light didn't peek above his shadows. It was like Rhysand has suctioned all the light and warmth from around the two of you.
He was furious.
You held your chin higher. So be it. Those words you wrote were true. Maybe if Rhysand were a better male, you would've been able to tell him what you thought. If he were a better male, then maybe he never would've been snooping in his private servant's room.
Rhysand could be good when he wanted.
He could be even crueler when he felt like it.
"Be done with it," You said finally.
His lips pulled upward, his smirk sending chills down your spine. "I'm not going to kill you, darling. Rather, I'm going to make you regret every fucking letter you wrote. Be in my room tonight at midnight," His wings flared once more before they vanished entirely.
He laughed, grin pulled wider like he'd gotten the best idea. "Don't be late. Hell, maybe you should. What's one more thing I get to punish you for?"
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roaenexists · 1 month
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Pick-A-Pairing Tarot and Oracle readings for the collective.
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From left to right we have Pairing One: Leather. Pairing Two: Starburst. Pairing Three: Cerebral.
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Pairing One: Leather.
You have been getting a little too big for your britches, as my grandma would say. You have been communicating and behaving in a way that has showed those around you a haughtier side of yourself than I know you'd prefer. In other words, you've been coming off as a bit of a bitch and we both know you're capable of better than that. You need to do some inner child work and tap back in to a learner's mindset. You don't have to fundamentally change who you are, just walk it back a bit. Did you ever love learning? Did you ever used to value the input of those around you? Tap back into that energy and you'll be surprised at how naturally it comes. Past You is here to support Present You. Stop trying to rush to your future self because right now you're missing the mark. Open yourself up to the lessons your friends and mentors and colleagues have for you, and embrace the youthful spirit you've been neglecting. Come home to yourself.
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Pairing Two: Starburst
Recently you've ended something and then immediately begun something new that, quite frankly, you are ill-equipped to handle. I'm inclined to think it's a relationship, though for some of you it's a new job, or a personal project. But y'all all got one thing in common: You are going about this all wrong. You had your head in the clouds about what was going to be required of you, and how quickly you were capable of providing it, but the reality of the situation is that you have all the wrong tools, most of the wrong perspective, and none of the energy. You aren't seeing the situation clearly, most likely because you haven't been doing the necessary work on yourself to make sure you were ready for this new journey. If it's too late now to walk it back, don't panic. Set aside some time to really refill your emotional, spiritual, and physical cups. Make your own health and well-being the priority, at least for long enough to recenter and reassess. You cannot expect a battery to work when empty, and you cannot care for others without first tending to your own needs.
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Pairing Three: Cerebral
Shit sucks right now. You're in a situation where you are powerless and/or unhappy, with the caveat being that there's no fucking reason you shouldn't be seeing and, more importantly, feeling progress already. You feel you've learned all you can from where you are, you've made all the moves, and all that's left is to move on. The good news is that it's only a matter of time. If you can bear down and get through time then you will be able to pursue your own idealistic future, which includes physically moving location in some way, and probably also mental health support services. Will you actually make it there is up to you, but overall this draw is giving big Trevor Project, "It gets better," vibes. It's corny but it is literally in the cards. You are moving forward. Time and space are not separate, so the longer you press on, the farther you are from where you want to leave. Things are changing. This is inevitable. If you can ride the tumultuous waters, they will eventually calm down, and you will be able to take control of your vessel in the way you know you need to. You know you are meant for different; you just need to believe it until your experienced reality is reflecting that truth back to you. Take this energetic hug from me and Spirit and know that your future is full of potential. If you need to vent you can DM me. Just keep going.
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