#it’s all overcast n it rained!
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Down for the Count
pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader
summary: while spending time with leon, you want to play fight. but having you in such a compromising position is obviously going to lead to something more.
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, daddy kink, size kink, praise/degradation
word count: 5.3k
a/n: yay a- a- another one. thank you so so much to @sleepyluxe and @explorevenus for inspiration and ideas on this one when i was struggling. both of them are so smart and wonderful and i love them so much. i hope everyone enjoys <3
tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @petitecolibri @iron-toxinz @wildest-dreams-at-midnight
Small drops of rain fall outside and splatter onto your windows. You and Leon are lying in bed, limbs intertwined and bodies pressed against one another. The bedroom was dim from the overcast weather and felt perfect for the lazy day you were having.
Leon rubs your back while taking deep, even breaths. You can hear his heartbeat in the position you're in with your head on his chest. You were happy to see him so relaxed. It wasn’t everyday that the two of you could spend time together like this.
His large palm trailing up and down your skin in soothing repetitive strokes has you melting against his side, feeling so at peace and attached to him. You instinctively lean into his touch for more. You nuzzle his chest and drag your cheek against his pectoral muscle.
He chuckles at your little display and tightens his arm around you. He’s still caressing your back as he plants a gentle kiss on your forehead.
Your eyes flutter shut momentarily. For a second, you just take in the soft sounds of rain outside and the feeling of his strong body wrapped around you between the soft blankets. It felt almost like a dream, like you and him had created your own little world for just the two of you.
Everything felt so relaxing right now, but at the same time, it all was building a need inside you. Whenever Leon got this soft with you, it just made you crave him more. You couldn’t get enough. Even though you were as close as physically possible, you still wanted closer.
In an attempt to satiate your desire, you reach over and grab his free hand. You lace your fingers with his, feeling that extra bit of intimacy you longed for.
While holding his hand, it’s impossible to not notice the size difference between you two. His hand engulfs yours completely, almost looking as if he’s made on a different scale. You bring his hand closer and stretch out your fingers against his to look at the disparity before locking your hands together again.
“Your hands are so small, sweetheart,” he notes, seeing what you were thinking about.
You respond with a shy smile and gently nudge his thigh with your knee. “Or your hands are really big.”
“No, baby, look at you,” he says with his own smile spreading on his face.
He pulls your hand up and examines the size. He smirks as he loops his thumb and index finger around your wrist to show how they could touch.
“My little doll,” he coos and kisses the crown of your head. He absentmindedly plays with your fingers like he’s studying the different ways they could bend and stretch with his own.
The sweet names he called you, the loving tone of his voice, the constant physical contact. All of it only served to intensify the yearning you felt. You really just could not get enough of him, and it made you feel restless.
You hook one of your legs around one of his and pull slightly. He doesn’t react, so you continue, adding your other leg. You playfully squirm your legs with his to push and pull them. He drops your hand on his chest and looks down at you with a knowing smile. You nudge your head against his bicep as a way of signaling what you want.
“What are you doing?” he asks and brushes some of your hair out of your face.
“Nothing…” you say in a coy tone as you continue your movements.
He shakes his head, picks you up by the waist, and places you on top of him so that you’re straddling his abs. He smiles up at you, looking so cute in only his shirt and your panties. He already knew what you wanted, having played this game with you many times before.
“Try again, pretty girl. Use your words,” he says. His fingertips coast over your hips, causing chills to run through your skin.
“I wanna play,” you say, running your hands over his chest as you look down at him.
“You do, huh?” he says as his eyebrows raise. He squeezes your hips and a short laugh escapes his throat. He knew the mood you were getting into. “Well, what do you wanna play?”
“I wanna wrestle,” you say with a devious smile.
“Oh, do you now?” he says. He shakes his head and exaggeratedly sighs, “You never learn, babydoll. You know how this is gonna end.”
You whimper playfully and stick your bottom lip out into a teasing pout. Your hands grab Leon’s own and try to pull them off your waist. He tightens his grip and smiles to see you already struggling to match his strength at something so simple. Blood rushes to his cock as you squirm a little on top of him.
“See? We haven’t even started, and you’re already whining. Do you just want Daddy to let you win? Is that it?” he says and grabs your hands, pinning them to your hips.
“No…” you say, feeling heat flash in your belly. It was harder to be a tease when he slipped into this role. He could read you so well and drive you wild so easily. You wriggle in his grasp a little more, purposefully pushing your clothed cunt down on his stomach in search of some friction.
He looks up at you with a cocky glint in his eyes. He could see the effect one simple word had on you. He lifts you again, but this time, flips you over, pinning you down on your back with him on top of you. He holds your wrists down to the mattress and has his knees planted on either side of you. He leans down and trails some soft kisses on your neck before raising his head again to look down at you.
“You’re no fair,” you whine as you try to escape his grasp. Your legs try and fail to snake out from under him while you yank your arms, attempting to free yourself.
“C’mon, sweetheart. Just surrender, and then we can get to what you really want,” he says.
“I just wanna play. I’m not perverted like you,” you respond.
“Oh, really? You’re telling me if I slide my hand in those panties, that cute cunt isn’t gonna be all wet and sticky for me,” he says. He moves your wrists up above your head so he can keep them down with one of his hands now. His now free hand moves down to your lower body, lightly petting your center over the thin fabric of your underwear.
Heat floods your cheeks. His tone was dropping lower, becoming more seductive. You shake your head and struggle more. You maneuver your hips to try and get his hand off you. In truth, this game revved you up like not much else could but part of the fun was acting like it didn’t. He understood that just as well as you did though.
“You’re cheating,” you whimper with a gasp as he presses down on your underwear and slots his fingers between the folds of flesh. You bite your lip as his digits brush over your clit.
“Oh, it seems like someone’s not so innocent,” he laughs, feeling your damp arousal through the cloth.
“Leon,” you whine. You put more effort into your struggling now. It still didn’t make any difference, “Stop cheating.”
He squeezes your wrists and brings the hand that was toying with your pussy up to your face. He holds your jaw and directs you to look straight at him.
“Maybe I’ll listen if you ask properly and stop throwing a fit like a brat,” he says and kisses your nose.
“Daddy…” you correct yourself and speak with more composure, “I wanna wrestle. Please.”
“There we go. That’s better,” he coos as his fingers rub your jawline. Two soft kisses land on each one of your cheeks before he gets off of you. A smug smile graces his face as he takes one of your hands and gives you a firm pull to your knees.
“Ok, you know how to start. Not that it will make any difference,” he says with a mocking smile as he gets into position.
The two of you are kneeling across from each other on the bed. Your stance mirrors his, legs spread for balance like he taught you. You put up your arms and grasp his hands to begin. You thread your fingers between his and try to get his arms to bend so you can take the advantage.
It’s clear to both of you that he could get you in a hold right here without really trying, but like a wolf batting a bunny around before making the killing strike, he gives you a moment to think this time will be the one you can finally win.
He just can’t get enough of you. The cute way your face scrunches as you focus on getting his wrists to bend, your sweet and quiet grunts, the way your pretty leg extends out behind you to gain more leverage. And most of all, the size difference between the two of you that was even more apparent now. God, it drove him up the wall.
This is why he couldn’t cut these moments short and win right away. If this was a real fight, he could shatter every bone in your hand without a second thought. Have you down and himself moved onto the next target without straining his smallest muscle. But he would never do that to you. His darling girl, his perfect baby. Never.
He never ever used his full strength while playing with you. In the beginning, he’d been concerned about putting his hands on you at all. Every small whine or whimper had him fawning over you, immediately checking if you were alright. Once you two had been together for a while and done this dance a few times, he relished those soft noises, each one stoking the flames of desire within him.
Now, he advances your little game as you still struggle to gain any control over him. He twists your wrists and inverts your hands to make you vulnerable. One of those soft cries leaves your mouth, and his lips curls upwards further in triumph.
He bends your wrist in a certain way and is able to spin you around, bringing you backwards and holding you flush against his chest. He locks his arms over yours and leans down to press some kisses to the crook of your neck.
“What do you do now, pretty baby?” he asks in a husky whisper.
You crack a smile of your own now as you remember what to do. You become dead weight, sliding down and flaring your elbows. You manage to push his thick arms off of you and escape his hold. You flip around as you fall forward and land face up on the mattress.
This was possibly Leon’s favorite part of this game. The moments where you could use tricks he’d taught you. In the beginning of your relationship when you’d just started this kind of thing, you were so eager to learn, and he found it so endearing.
You’d asked him to teach you some of his ‘secret agent moves,’ and of course, you were interested in roundhouse kicks and suplexes. He’d laughed when you said that, having trouble imagining you being able to lift anyone over your head, let alone suplex them. But he was thrilled to teach you some basic self defense. The way you focused and responded to each direction with a brief ‘mhm.’ The sight of your eyes lighting up when you got something right. Both had him falling for you hard.
In this moment, after you successfully broke free of him, your eyes do what they always do. They dart to connect with his, searching for his approval, the reassurance that you did it right, that you did it just the way he taught you to. He meets your hopeful gaze with a short laugh and a nod.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Proud of you,” he says. He takes in his favorite view, the way you glow as you bask in his praise, before lunging forward and pouncing on you. “But that doesn’t mean this is over.”
A startled squeal erupts from you at the sudden movement. You frantically flail your limbs as he tries to grab them. If he could get your wrists pinned down here, it was over for you. Luckily, you hook your heel at his hip and kick, giving yourself an opportunity to dart out from under him.
You fling your body across the bed, attempting to crawl away and get to the ground to get some solid footing. But before you can make it, a large hand wraps around your ankle and drags you back. You claw at the blankets that are bunching up beneath you, but it’s no use.
“Where do you think you’re off to, little love?” he teases.
The game is over now. At least, that’s what you were thinking. Leon strays from his usual strategy of getting on top of you here. Instead, he pulls you up and puts you in a headlock. His bicep wraps around your neck and holds you to his side.
“What do you do here, precious?” he asks.
This one’s a bit harder to get out of. Your natural inclination is to try and push him off by the waist. However, he’s way too strong for that to work. Your own head would probably pop off before you could slip out of his tight grip.
You rack your brain for the correct answer, but it’s kind of hard to think when the bulging muscles of his bicep are against your cheek. Finally, you figure it out and dig your fingers deep into the point on his wrist that causes his hand to spasm and loosen up the hold.
You slip out of the headlock and lunge across the bed, but he’s too quick. He’s on top of you in no time, caging you against the mattress from his position hovering above your back. You roll over underneath him to look up at his face.
“Nice try, but you should’ve gone for the leg, honey,” he says and gives you a few gentle, patronizing pats on your cheek.
“No, you were kneeling, and that move only works on the ankle,” you say.
His eyebrows raise and it’s hard to mask the pride in his eyes. He can feel his heart swelling in his chest. “That’s right, baby. Smart girl,” he says and leans down to peck your nose before returning to his position so he can give you that smug look, “But you still lose.”
“No fair. If you’d taught me how to suplex people then I could’ve won,” you huff.
“No, you couldn’t have,” he laughs.
“Uh, yeah I could have,” you say.
“Nope. One, you could not lift me, don’t kid yourself. And two, that’s not how a suplex works. You weren’t in the right position,” he says with a smirk.
“Whatever,” you concede, rolling your eyes.
He chuckles and lifts one of his arms to stroke some hair from your face. As his fingers coast over your skin like it’s the most delicate surface on earth, you take advantage of his less stable position. You lock your fists together and bat your forearms into his side, causing his other arm to buckle and him to fall to the side of you. You shoot up and start to rush to the edge of the bed for the second time, but again, he’s too fast.
His fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs. His thumbs press into the sensitive area behind your knees. He yanks you back and pins you face down. He’s straddling your lower back with his hands on your arms and his feet hooked over your legs. His weight was firm on you this time. No room to roll around or dart to freedom. You still wriggle and squirm between his thighs in defiance.
“What’s wrong, baby? Not ready to cry ‘mercy’ just yet?” he mocks.
“You’re no fun. You never let me win,” you whimper, trying to flail your limbs for a potential escape.
“I don’t think you’d even know what to do if I let you win,” he says with a cruel laugh that has your panties dampening with more arousal, “You’d probably have to ask Daddy what to do wouldn’t you? Needing me to teach you what to do then too.”
You whine as your cheeks heat up.
“You know it’s true, baby girl,” he whispers, leaning down to speak directly into your ear. His breath fanning over you had chills breaking out across your skin.
But you still didn’t want to give in. You writhe more beneath him and try to thrash around the best you can. You attempt to push yourself up with your arms, but that doesn’t work. Not only were they held down, but when he saw you doing that, he twisted your wrist and had them pinned to your back with ease.
You buck harder, trying anything you can to get some type of chance. But all the struggling was a little tiring. Your muscles were starting to plead with you for a break, aching and cramping. He lowers his hips to press more of his weight on you. The combination of your dwindling energy and his increased efforts to keep you in place didn’t leave you with much optimism.
Your attempts get weaker, but your noises of protest get louder. You whimper and whine, occasionally throwing in a strained cry of “Daddy” to try and gain some sympathy. Like every other time you’ve done this though, the only thing your pleas do is get the blood rushing to Leon’s dick. You can feel it getting hard against your ass. You can feel the thick outline of it through his pants, and at this point, your panties are uncomfortable because of how wet you are. You shift your hips, pushing the roundness of your ass against the stiff length of his cock.
“Look at you,” he purrs, leaning down and rolling his hips into the fat of your ass, “This is nothing for me, baby. You’re gonna tire yourself out while I haven’t even broken a sweat. I could do this all night long, sweetheart.”
His hands release your arms, figuring you're done with fighting. He slides his own beneath your shirt. The rough skin of his palms drags along the smooth expanse of your back. His fingers ghost along your sides. He even reaches around to feel what he can of your tits while you're pinned down like this.
“Such a silly girl, thinking she ever had a shot at winning,” he breathes and presses some kisses from behind your ear down to the nape of your neck.
“I did,” you whimper, “You cheated.” Your eyes flutter as you try not to go dizzy from this alone. His lips just felt so good against your neck, and his voice felt even better to your ear.
“Aw, ok baby, you had a chance to win. Sure you did,” he coos condescendingly. He pulls your shirt up and over your head, tossing it off the bed and leaning down to press kisses all over your shoulders and upper back.
“I did. You set me at a disadvantage from the beginning cause you were trying to distract me,” you say, squirming a little more.
He quickly put a stop to that with a firm grip on your shoulders. “Mhm, I’m sure, princess. Daddy’s just so unfair, isn’t he?”
“Mhm,” you pout.
Leon chuckles at your stubbornness. He presses a kiss to your cheek and nuzzles your temple as he inches towards the main event. His hands knead your ass, giving it a gentle pat. Then, his fingers hook around the elastic of your panties and tug those down.
He can’t stop the arrogant look on his face when he sees your cunt glistening for him. Two of his fingers delve between your thighs with an exploratory touch. They stroke up and down your pussy, feeling the gathering slick and grazing your clit.
“Oh, baby. You’re making such a mess,” he chides playfully , “Daddy will make it better. Don’t worry, sweet girl.”
You grunt in pleasure at the touches. You rock your hips as much as you can in this position, but he pulls his fingers away. Whining in frustration again, you turn your head to shoot him a look. You see him trying to get his sweats off while still holding you down.
The slight struggle makes you giggle. He tries to maintain his stern facade, but it’s difficult to suppress the love pooling in his eyes when he hears that happy noise burst from your lips. That was why he played these games with you after all. Instead of just getting down to it and doing what he wanted, he always went the extra mile to see that smile. To make his baby happy. He gives your face a gentle shove and finishes up what he’s doing.
“Oh shut up. If you weren’t such a little brat, this would be a lot quicker,” he grunts.
That only makes you laugh more. He rolls his eyes and smiles now that you’re looking away. He manages to get his clothing and your underwear off while maintaining a good hold on you. Your time being a smartass is over as soon as you feel the warm, solid length of his cock hit your ass.
You bite your lip at the feeling of him lightly rubbing it on you. Your whole body heats up, nearly feeling the sensation that’s about to overtake you.
Leon knows exactly what’s running through your head right now, and it only serves to boost his ego. The clear power he held over you activated some primal desire in the deepest recesses of his heart.
“What’s that? Don’t hear you laughing now, babydoll,” he says.
You drop your face against the mattress, hiding your shy, lustful expression. You whine in protest from a mix of frustration and desperation at him making you wait. You start to squirm again. You pull at the mattress to try and gain some distance. You try to wriggle enough to shake him off. He isn’t put off at all by your little fit at all, only tightening his grip and pressing you harder into the mattress. He grins, leaning down, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he speaks.
“God, sweetheart. Every time, I wonder if it will fit. I mean, I know it will, I’ve got that hole trained to take my cock perfectly. But just look at you. It doesn’t seem like it should work. You’re just so small, baby. I feel like I’ll break you in half sometimes,” he breathes.
After he finishes speaking, you go to reply, but you feel a shift in his position. You close your mouth, choosing to focus on the chance to play some more, but you quickly realize why one of his arms had moved. It was only to reach down and guide his cock as he bullies it inside of you.
“This is how you like it though, huh?” he asks through a clenched jaw as he pushes in until he’s bottoming out, “No room inside you for anything else but my fat cock. No thinking unless it’s about how much you love Daddy, right? Yeah, my baby, that’s how you like it.”
And just like that, you’re over playing. Any idea of riling him up by resisting is gone. You were getting what you really wanted after all. He was stretching you out and filling you up so perfectly. His body was all over yours, the sensual contact between the both of you, warm skin against warm skin.
Normally, he’d give you time to adjust, cooing praises at you and kissing your face as your cunt sucked all of him in. But he wasn’t in the mood to be patient with you right now.
He buries his face in your neck and keeps his arms firm in their place that has you boxed in. You’re whining and whimpering as his cock nudges spots of bliss inside you. His hips roll into the plush of your ass, trying to get as deep as possible.
“Oh, I know my pretty girl loves to lose. Especially when this is what you get. I spoil you, babydoll,” he teases, “But you’re always so brave going against Daddy, giving it all you have. So much fight in you, but the loss in the end is clearly your favorite part.”
“No…” you barely get out, still trying to be difficult. Even though you were done playing, you couldn’t just admit defeat. Your eyes were fluttering and your body trembled with the ecstasy of being full.
“Oh, it’s not?” he mocks you, “You wouldn’t lie to Daddy, would you? Cause that would break my heart, honey. My good girl wouldn’t do that, right?”
All you can do is whine as his cock keeps pumping in and out of you. You weakly shake your head that you wouldn’t do that, you wouldn’t be a bad girl and lie. He knew exactly which chords to play to get you like this.
“That’s what I thought. I know this is what you really want when you act like you wanna play, babydoll. You just want to feel how helpless you really are. How Daddy can hold you down and fuck you full of cum in any position he chooses. You just have to take it, and you love that,” he coos and kisses your cheek.
His arms close in around you. He brings them up and wraps them around your neck. Your chin rests on the crook of his elbow. He ruts into your pussy with slow and even but deep thrusts, grunting in your ear with each movement. He’s so all consuming, you don’t think you’re physically capable of a response at the moment. But it works out because he just keeps talking.
“You could just ask, but that’s no fun. You need me to show you what you want, how you want it. Isn’t that right? Cause what Daddy wants is what you want,” he says before nipping at your earlobe.
Pathetic sounds of pleasure tumble from your mouth as he speaks. You squeeze around his cock in pulses as the words hit your ears. You drool a little, not really noticing since your mind is clouded with euphoria.
He notices though. He swipes the saliva off your chin with his fingers before sticking them in your mouth. He laughs as your soft lips close around the digits obediently and suck on them without a second thought.
“Aw, my sweet baby. Poor thing. So fucked out. There’s no fight left in you anymore, is there baby girl? No, there isn’t,” he croons.
You whimper in defiance but keep sucking regardless. He smirks and decides to tease while still working his hips against you over and over. He slides his fingers back out of your mouth and rests them on your chin, making you feel them so close to your mouth, covered in your spit, but just out of your reach.
“Stop,” you whimper, “Just give ‘em.”
“That’s not how good girls ask for what they want, is it? You know better than that,” he whispers.
Your fists tighten around the blankets below you and you squirm a little. “You’re so mean to me,” you complain before a desperate whimper bubbles from your mouth again.
“Oh, I know. Daddy’s so mean, isn’t he? So mean to you,” he mocks.
You whine again in a mix of pleasure from his cock buried inside you and annoyance as he continues teasing. You begin to speak, but as you do, he shoves his fingers back into the warm, wet embrace of your mouth.
“Hush, stop complaining,” he says and continues thrusting, his body sliding on yours with the motions, “You’re getting exactly what you want.”
Your eyes roll back, and your response slips back down your throat. You suckle on his fingers again, some more saliva dripping from your lips as he pushes them flat on your tongue. Low moans emanate from you around his fingers. The cocky look is permanently displayed on his face now.
“‘Daddy I wanna wrestle!’” he mocks you with a chuckle, “No no no, all my sweet girl wants is for me to pin her down and stuff her full of my cock till she’s just a little mess for me. Drooling with no thoughts in that cute little head. Those pretty eyes, totally empty, just locked on Daddy. My needy baby.”
You just nod at this point, giving up on any form of difficulty or resistance. Your eyes begin to water as his fingers probe deeper into your mouth. Thinking becomes more of an abstract concept as he hammers into you, driving you closer to the finish line. Muffled expletives and calls of “Daddy” sound around his fingers.
He was feeling the rush too as he got closer to his own high. His arm that was still around your neck tightens its hold on you. His head is right next to yours. You hear his breath in your ear becoming more ragged as his thrusts grow more erratic.
“Fuck, babydoll,” he grunts, “Perfect pussy’s gonna make me cum.”
“Uh huh,” is all you’re able to mutter with your mouth full.
He nuzzles his face into your hair and removes his fingers from your mouth to just hold onto you as he fucks into you with increased focus. He plants light kisses on the side of your head while low moans rise out of him. His hips sputter as the coils of release contract within him.
“Are you ready for it, sweet girl?” he groans, “Daddy’s gonna fill you up just how you like. All for you, pretty baby.”
“Mhm, thank you Daddy,” you whimper, leaning your head into his as your body spasms with the imminence of your release.
“My good fuckin’ girl,” he grunts before sharply exhaling and moaning against your shoulder.
His hips rock against yours as you both reach your peaks. Your body convulses beneath him as you cum, euphoria flowing through your body in waves. Choked moans come from you while he growls against your skin. He continues his deep strokes, flooding you with his hot, thick cum. Your eyes flutter closed as you feel the craving inside you satiated.
Leon stays inside you for a few moments longer as you both come down from the high. His chest puffs out against your back as he catches his breath. Soon enough though, he rolls off of you. The air feels cool against your back now that he’s finally off of you.
You take a moment to catch your breath yourself and look over at him. He brushes some hair out of his face and stretches a little. You crawl over to him and curl up against his side, nuzzling into his chest. He strokes your hair and gives you a soft kiss. His thumb runs across your jaw as he looks into your eyes lovingly.
“Satisfied, sweetheart?” he asks with his cocky smile.
“Mhm,” you hum and snuggle against his chest, lying how you were before this had begun. You adjust the position of your head to get comfy with a cute smile on your face. “You didn’t really win though.”
“Oh, is that so?” he asks. He tilts your face up and guides you to look up at him.
“Well, in real wrestling you have to pin the person on their back. Their shoulders have to be down, y’know?” you say.
“That is true,” he says and rolls on top of you, looking at you with a loving smirk, “So I guess you’re ready for round two?”
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Double Life
Summary: Charlotte has gone on a few dates with a journalist named Clark Kent and she really feels like she’s falling for him. She has noticed some odd behavior from him every once in a while, but the worst part is not knowing if he’s truly interested in her. Why won’t he make a move? Is he just taking things extremely slow? Are her feelings for him unrequited? She finds the answers to all of her questions in the most embarrassing way imaginable.
Pairing: Henry Cavill as Clark Kent/Superman x Female Reader Charlotte
Brief mention of Bruce Wayne x Female Reader
Word Count: 5,060
Warnings: SMUT; masturbation, voyeur, oral (f), oral (m), squirting, cum swallowing, fingering, P in V intercourse, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), dirty talk, rough sex, language.
MINORS DNI! Must be 18+
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This story is not beta’d
A/N: This story came to me in a dream and I woke up and immediately typed the idea in my notes section of my phone. This is my very FIRST attempt at writing anything on Tumblr so all I ask is please be kind and if you love it then please comment and REPOST! Thank you for reading!
*CHARLOTTE POV*
I woke up early Saturday morning. It seems impossible to sleep in now that I’ve become so used to being at the office by 8 am every morning. I feel a bit jittery after my date last night and am thankful for the wine that I consumed being the only reason I even was able to fall asleep. I lay in bed as my thoughts run wild. I know I should be getting out of bed and going for a run in an attempt to get rid of this pent-up energy, but glancing towards my bedroom window shows a dreary overcast day with a potential for rain. I toss and turn trying to find a comfortable position while my brain races thinking of last night. A handsome and often quiet man named Clark Kent had taken me on our fifth date. He was absolutely gorgeous, well dressed with his hair combed back, strong jaw with dimpled chin and black framed glasses. His incredible physique and handsome features are only partially what attracts me to him. His generous and mild-mannered personality and intelligence were a huge turn on. The attraction I feel for Clark is more than I ever remember feeling for a man before. My dating life since getting cheated on by my long-term high school boyfriend has been very short lived which I was fine with until now. I feel like I’ve continually held men at arm’s length, settling for a few one-night stands but nothing more in an attempt to spare my heart from more heartache. I realized after our third date that I wanted more with Clark and that he was worth the risk but I honestly am not sure how he feels about me. Yes, he’s continued to ask me on dates; taking me to dinner several times and even to a movie, yet he hasn’t made any more advances other than holding my hand and a cordial peck on the cheek. He walks me to my door after each date and ends our evening with a hug, kiss on the cheek and a goodnight. After our fourth date, I asked him if he’d like to come inside, however, he politely declined. I’m going out of my mind trying to figure out if he’s even interested but I haven’t built up the courage to ask him yet. I doubt I would even get the chance after I essentially stuck my foot in my mouth on the walk home from dinner with him last night.
*Flashback to last night*
We walked past a storefront near my apartment that was advertising superman shirts for children and I commented how cute they were. I had noticed over the past month, that Clark was very quiet anytime I mentioned the famous Superman around him. Why couldn’t I just take the hint that he was uncomfortable?
“You know, you look an awful lot like Superman. I bet if you dressed as him for your work Halloween party, people wouldn’t be able to tell the difference in you both!” I said with a smile that quickly went away when I noticed him flinch.
Unfortunately, I didn’t stop my nervous rambling there. In my attempt to lighten the mood, I said, “I wouldn’t be surprised if it turned out that you actually are Superman! Ha ha! Do you have a secret identity you’re keeping from me, Clark?” I said with a wink.
When I looked at Clark he seemed withdrawn and somewhat nervous.
“No, no. I’m certainly not that interesting.” Clark quickly responded while looking at his feet as we walked into my apartment building.
“I’ve enjoyed tonight but I have to get going. I have, um… I have an early start in the morning attempting to interview people in Gotham City about the latest crime statistics.” Clark told me before I could even invite him inside. He seemed fidgety and awkward as he kept glancing anywhere but at my eyes.
“On a Saturday?” I ask and he quickly nodded while avoiding eye contact with me.
“Good journalism never takes a day off.” He said with an embarrassed smile.
“I could possibly help. I have Bruce Wayne’s contact information if you’d like it. I’m sure he could be an interesting person to interview for your article.”
“You do? Why? I mean, how do you know him?” He responded with an arched eyebrow as he finally made eye contact with me for the first time in the past few minutes.
“Well, almost two months ago I met him at a charity gala for the Children’s hospital. He came over and spoke to me for a bit before he asked me on a date. It was the day after you asked me if I would go to dinner with you so I politely turned him down. He gave me his business card in case I changed my mind.” I responded quickly. Why does this feel so awkward? I didn’t do anything wrong but I still feel like he’s disappointed.
“I’m sure it’s on my desk in the apartment, if you’d like to come inside?” I ask as a last stitch effort to see if I had completely ruined this date.
“No, no that’s not necessary…Thank you, I appreciate the offer though. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” Clark asked with his typical kiss on the cheek.
“Oh…okay. Goodnight Clark.”
“Goodnight Charlotte.” He responded before turning and beelining for the exit.
“Way to go, Char. Could you be any more of a dumbass?” I quietly said to myself as I closed my apartment door and went to get ready for bed.
*Present Day*
As I continue to lay in bed I begin thinking about Clark and think about how large and strong his hand was as he cradled my small one in his while we walked to the restaurant. The veins in his muscular arms, and his strong, sharp jaw. My arousal begins to dampen my panties which I quickly remove and lay back in only my white tank top. Guess this will be the only sexual relief I will be getting for a long time. I thought to myself as I reach for the vibrator in my nightstand and begin pleasuring myself. After only a few minutes, I have kicked off my covers as my body begins to glisten with perspiration, and begin pleading for my orgasm to arrive. My eyes clamped shut, I imagine Clark’s large, strong chest against my own, his arms on either side of my head as he pumps what I can only imagine is a perfect and large cock into my warmth. I imagine his beautiful blue eyes staring into my own as he presses kisses to my body and sucks on my neck.
“Clark! Please, please, please, Clark! Ugh! I need you!” I say verbally as I continue to spur myself on in this filthy fantasy.
CLARK POV:
Across town I am scrambling some eggs on the stove as I think about last night. Had Charlotte actually figured out my secret? Something the rest of the world seemed oblivious too? Or was she just joking and truly unaware? I had to deny it even though she was absolutely correct. I cringed as I began thinking about Bruce hitting on her. It’s not shocking since she’s possibly the most naturally stunning, intelligent, and interesting woman I have ever met. I believe I made it clear with him on the phone after I came home last night to stay away from my girl. I know she’s not technically mine, or a possession to own, but I have more claim to her heart than Bruce and I won’t allow him to interfere. Before I even realize it, I have squeezed a hand shaped imprint around the flimsy handle of the pan I was using.
“Damnit!” I mutter to myself.
I feel like Charlotte is getting impatient with me. It’s obvious that she wants more but how do I handle a relationship with someone I can’t be fully honest with. I want to tell her, I want her to fully know me but I feel like I can’t. I think back to how Lois was used essentially as bait when we were dating. The paranoia and pressure of being Superman’s personal kryptonite and obvious weakness was too much for both of us. Now, she was happily engaged to an engineer in the city. I’m delighted for her, she deserves true happiness yet I wonder if I’ll ever get to experience the same. I couldn’t stop myself from asking Charlotte on a date. The moment I saw her walking into the office next to me, I was lovestruck. Her long blonde hair, tight but professional dress with heels and most importantly crystal blue eyes. She was independent and driven as the head of marketing for her department. Yet, she still had this kindness about her as I watched her enter her building and the front desk guard hug her while thanking her for the toys she had sent home for his young children. She smiled genuinely and made him promise to bring his wife and children for a visit soon. God how I wanted every bit of her. I wanted her body, her mind, her future. The fourth time I saw her, I couldn’t help myself as I made my way towards her and “accidentally” bumped into her. We began a conversation and I was hooked. Before I could even think about the potential consequences, I was asking her to dinner. My cock ached as I thought about her in the shower last night after our date. Hell, I may be an alien but I still have sexual urges. She smelled and looked so beautiful. I could imagine her breasts pressed against my body. I daydreamt about the softness of her lips and the sounds she might make as I slowly took her apart. It has been almost impossible to turn down her invitations to join her in her apartment. I haven’t even allowed myself to kiss her because I’m scared to go any further and get more attached only to have her walk away if she finds out my secret. Was this self-preservation or just stupidity? I’m jolted out of my thoughts as I hear her voice louder than all the others noises going on around me thanks to my super hearing. I listen carefully as I hear her calling my name.
“Clark! Please, please, please, Clark! I need you!”
I hear her whine and she sounds as if she is out of breath. Without thinking I jump into my Superman suit and bolt out of the window straight into the sky headed towards Charlotte’s apartment. As I get closer, I can hear her whimper along with her accelerated heartrate and I panic thinking she’s in trouble. I reach her unlocked window and slide it open before flying in. Her apartment smells just like her, floral and clean. I focus on her heartbeat and the quiet buzzing sound that I originally thought was coming from the apartment below hers. As soon as I open the door I smell her arousal at the same moment I watch her reach her climax with her eyes clamped shut.
“Yes, baby!” She cries out. Her legs are parted as she holds a small purple vibrator against her clit and I can see and smell how turned on she is as her pussy glistens with her want. Her breasts are barely contained in a thin white tank top as they heave up and down while she breathes through her orgasm.
Fuck! I’m such a pervert. I need to get out of here before she sees me!
I can’t help but stare at her as she’s laying there twitching from her euphoria. I reach for the door to carefully close it before I realize I wasn’t quick enough.
“Oh my god!” She shouts as she pulls the covers over her body to cover her modesty. Her face blushing profusely as she stares at me.
I back up quickly with my hands in front of me until my back hits her hallway wall. “I’m so sorry. I heard you calling for me and I thought you were in pain. I swear I didn’t mean to walk in on you!” I blurt out quickly not even realizing my own mistake. Charlotte just stares at me with a shocked and bewildered look on her face.
“I’ll go, truly I’m so sorry about this, Ma’am.” I say with my eyes directed at the floor as I pray my rock-hard erection isn’t as obvious as it feels in my form fitting suit. Right as I turn to run back towards the window I hear her again.
“Wait! Please wait!”
Her eyes are wide as she slowly begins to smirk as I turn back around to face her, my eyes still drawn to the floor.
“I didn’t call out for Superman. I called out for Clark.” She says and I glance up at her with wide eyes as saucers as I realize that I had just outed my own secret. My cheeks blush and I can’t put together a single thought to respond to what she just said.
We stare at each other for what feels like minutes even though it’s only just a few seconds.
“I knew I was onto something. You’re always MIA around when Superman is on the news fighting crime, and you stiffen up anytime I mention him. You also had to leave early because of a “family emergency” on our third date but seemed confused later when I asked you if everything with your family was okay. That was the same night that serial killer was brought to the police station by Superman in Gotham. I…I hope you know that I won’t ever tell anyone, Clark. I thought you knew that you could trust me.” She says and I step towards her while remaining a safe distance.
“I’m…I’m so sorry, Charlotte. I didn’t mean to lie to you. I do trust you but I’ve had to keep this secret my entire life. I was scared at how easily you caught on. I always knew you were intelligent but I was hoping I could still keep you off of the scent of my deception.”
“It was really just a theory, but obviously this is my confirmation. Since I’m already more than embarrassed after what you just saw, I guess I really have nothing to lose if I just go ahead and ask you.”
“I’m listening.” I say as I hear her heartrate begin to increase steadily.
“Is this why you’ve held back from me? Or are you even interested in dating me? I’m absolutely fine with taking things slow if that’s what you want. I can’t help my old insecurities that make me wonder if you’re even attracted to me and are serious about taking things further with us.” She says with the sweetest innocence and I can’t help but walk towards her and reach out to stroke her cheek. She pulls for me to sit down beside her and I can’t resist.
“I am absolutely interested in dating you, sweetheart. If you only knew how infatuated I am with you, it might frighten you. You are my dream girl, the one I think about each night, and the one person I feel like truly sees to my soul, even when you only knew half of my identity. I see a future for us, Charlotte, which is why I was scared. I was scared that you would run if you found out who I am. I was scared you then might only be interested in me because I’m Superman. Simple Clark just can’t compete with all of the Superman fanfare. What scares me the most is that you could be used as a pawn by dangerous people. I can’t fathom putting you in harm's way. People could come after me and find you to use against me. Being Superman ruined my last and only real relationship so I guess I felt that if I kept ours in limbo, I could still have the time I crave with you while also not losing you. I was afraid to let you in because of my own fears. It has absolutely nothing to do with you. I can’t even begin to tell you how hard it was to not kiss you during our dates or come into your apartment when you invited me. I’m so sorry if I made you feel anything other than absolutely adored. I’m out of my element and have no idea what I’m doing.” Clark says the last part with an embarrassed chuckle.
“Clark, I understand your fears and your sense of self-preservation. I do it too. I often feel like I’ve built the walls around my heart too high in order to protect myself from heartache but each moment I’ve spent with you seems to lower them. I see a potential future with you too which is terrifying and exhilarating all at once because I don’t want to be heartbroken again. I guess what I’m trying to say is that you are worth the risk. I’m not afraid of you, or being with you. I’m not going anywhere. I want you in any and every form and I won’t run away. You are the only person that has made me feel alive again in years.”
Clark smiles triumphantly before leaning down and kissing Charlotte passionately. After kissing her for several minutes, she slowly pulls back to catch her breath.
“So, you’ve seen mine… When do I get to see yours? Fair is fair.” Charlotte looks up at me sultrily as she runs her hands up and down my arms.
“Are you certain that is what you want?” I smirk as I arch my eyebrow at her.
She nods as she sits up on her knees and drops the blanket that was covering her body only clad in a thin white tank top.
“Only if you want too.” She seductively bites her lip as she trails her fingers down my torso and gently cups my bulge that is swelling indecently against my tight suit.
“Holy shit!” She murmurs quietly as she presses against my engorged erection and I can’t help but chuckle.
Before I even think I’m unzipping and tugging my suit off of my body at super speed before leaning over her and ripping her tank top from her torso. She squeals in excitement as I lean over her pressing our hot naked bodies against each other while pulling her into a zealous kiss.
“You don’t know how long I’ve fantasized about having you like this, Lottie. I’ve wanted you to be mine from the moment I saw you.” I say as I touch all over her beautiful body.
“Ditto, which you obviously know since you got a front row seat to my indecent fantasies about you.” She says with a little giggle as I begin kissing down her torso after having already sucked on her pert breasts.
I make my way down her body as I become face to face with her hot, dripping core. I smell the sweet arousal coming from her and when I look up at her for permission she quickly nods as she reaches to caress my cheek. I smirk at her before I begin feasting on her sweet petals and sucking on her clit.
“Oh my god, Clark!” She almost yells while her hands tug against my hair as she begins gyrating her hips to increase the pleasure she is receiving from my mouth. I continue for a few minutes as I feel her begin to stiffen from her orgasm. I continue to lick her gently through her orgasm but decide that I’m not finished with her yet. I want to give her an orgasm so earth shattering that she squirts her arousal all over my face. She shouts as I shove my finger into her opening, quickly followed by a second one. I curl my fingers and search for her g-spot.
I know quickly that I’ve found it when her back arches off of the bed and she yells, “Fuck! Clark! Right there!”
I begin shoving my fingers against the soft spongey spot while my tongue continues to flick over her clit.
“I think I’m gonna… oh shit Clark! This feels different! Oh my god!” She squeals as her body arches off of the bed and she begins to squirt. The sounds of her squelching and dripping are lewd as I continue to work her through it. Her body almost convulses around my assault and I preen at her filthy moans. I am doing everything to keep from blowing my load on her bed. I watch as Charlotte’s whole body quickly becomes jelly-like as her muscles relax and I lightly kiss her thighs.
“That was beautiful, baby.” I say as I press small kisses on her hips and abdomen.
“Did I? Oh my god, Clark. Did I just squirt?” She asks as her cheeks are beet red.
“You sure did baby. Soaked my face and almost made me blow my load. Did it feel good?”
“Yes, but I’m so embarrassed. I’m so sor...” She began to say before I quickly cut her off with a kiss.
“Don’t you ever apologize for that sweetheart. That was a pure masterpiece and I hope I’ll get you to do it again at some point. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on.” I admit before kissing her again.
“Now it’s your turn.” She smiles as she attempts to push me to the bed. It’s like a kitten trying to push a lion over which makes me grin before I quickly concede and lay on my back.
“Babygirl, you don’t have too. I’m just happy to give you pleasure.” I tell her.
“Oh no, Mr. Kent. I’m not missing an opportunity to taste you.” Charlotte says as she begins moving down my body. I can barely lay still once she reaches my manhood and I feel her warm breath where I need her most. I groan as I take in the sight of her tiny hand wrapping around my girth as she begins to kitten lick along my length. I groan as she looks at me doe eyed before she takes me in her mouth. She has the mouth of a goddess and I’m already close before she even adds her tiny hand to pump what wouldn’t fit. I reach down and grab her long beautiful hair into a makeshift ponytail so I can watch her. I feel her tiny hand begin pulsing around my balls and groan loudly. I can’t help myself as I watch her steady herself before taking my entire length to her throat. She gags as her nose reaches my skin and she slightly pulls off before doing it again. Saliva is dripping from her chin as she continues working my cock.
“Babygirl, I’m gonna cum. You need to...fuck… stop if you don’t want it in your mouth.”
She moans around my length as she doubles her effort and the vibrations feel heavenly. That’s all it took for me to reach my high and explode down her throat.
My body shivers in aftershocks due to the oversensitivity as Y/N continues to suck around the head of my cock and massage my balls. I look down and see that she’s swallowed everything and is smiling brightly at me. I reach down and pull her up my body as I immediately begin kissing her breathless.
“Darling, that was incredible. Thank you.” I smile at her before I kiss down her neck.
*CHARLOTTE POV*
My mind is empty of every thought due to the alarm bells and “OMG THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING” screaming repeatedly in my head. I’m trying my best to play it off, but my fantasy is coming true and it’s even better than I ever could have imagined. Clark is not only the best kisser I’ve ever experienced, but he has the body of a Greek God. Well, in this case, he has a body of a superhero. I’ve been doing my best not to sound needy but heavens, I need him inside of me.
“Clark” I say as he continues to press gentle kisses behind my ear and the column of my neck.
“Yes angel?”
“Please tell me I don’t have to wait long for you to be inside of me. I need you.”
He smirks above me as I feel his rigid cock against my abdomen. It didn’t go soft after his orgasm. “You want me right now?” I nod enthusiastically.
“Spread your legs for me sweetheart. Take what you want.” Clark says huskily in my ear. For a man who seemed so reserved and shy, he has all of the confidence in the world when it comes to the bedroom. As he should!
I smile wildly as his chest vibrates against my own with a low growl as I reach his hard length and pump him a few times against my slick before pressing him to my entrance.
“Oh my god!”
“Shit!”
We both speak simultaneously as he seats himself fully inside of me. It feels like he is reaching my lungs as he gives me a moment to adjust around his ginormous cock.
“God, Clark! You’re huge!”
“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” Clark frets even though he hasn’t moved inside of me.
“Fuck no!” I respond almost breathlessly as I wrap my hands around his biceps tightly.
“I’ve just never been with someone as big as you. I’m okay. You can move now.”
Clark carefully pulls almost completely out of me before gently sliding all the way back in.
“Baby girl, you are so tight and warm. You feel incredible.” He says as he starts building up a gentle rhythm.
“You won’t break me, baby. You can go harder.”
“I could if I’m not careful, Sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I will tell you if it starts to hurt, I swear. Relax, baby.” I say before kissing him enthusiastically. He reaches and cups my tits in his hands, massaging them gently.
Clark watches me carefully before taking a breath and slamming into me roughly. His pubic bone slamming into my clit making me shriek with the sensation.
“How’s that for harder?” He whispers.
“Oh, fuck yes, baby! Just like that! You feel so good inside of me.” I whine as my hands scratch down his back without even making a mark on his strong impenetrable skin.
“That’s right, sweet girl. I can tell you’re close. Come all over my cock. Squeeze me.” He says as my body begins milking him.
“CLARK!” I shout.
“Call me Kal, baby. When I’m balls deep inside this sweet pussy, I want you to call me Kal.” He says with the most shit eating grin while never slowing his pace.
“Oh my god, Kal!” I moan just before my eyes roll back and I instantly come all over him.
“Fuck yes, this is the tightest little pussy in the world. So beautiful and wet and snug around me.” He grunts as he continues to slam into me. Before I realize it, he’s sitting me up in his lap so that our chests are against each other and my legs are wrapped around his waist. Clark grabs the back of my neck to press himself even closer to me as I brace my hands on his shoulders.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t possibly become more beautiful….” Clark whispers into my ear as he grabs my ass to help me move on top of him.
“Watching your gorgeous body tremble in ecstasy is the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen, Angel.”
Clark plants his feet against the floor and begins wildly thrusting as I rotate my hips in his lap. His hands are most likely leaving bruises on my hips but I don’t even care.
“I want you to come inside of me, baby. I need to feel you fill me up. I’m on the pill. Please?” I speak against his ear between his heavy thrusts into me and clench down on him at his responding moan. What has gotten into me? I’ve never let a man come inside of me. This isn’t just any man though, and I am absolutely feral for him.
“Only if you come with me.” He grunts.
“I can’t… it’s too much.” I tell him as my body shakes against him.
“Yes, you can, baby.” He reaches between us and presses his thumb on my clit. I cry out from overstimulation but realize I’m almost there.
“Kal, right there! I’m so close!”
“Come baby. Soak me.” He says as he continues to pleasure me and a moment later I have the most blinding orgasm of my life. I swear that I feel like I am floating as I hear Clark grunt and release a deep baritone moan as his warm come coats my inner walls. My body is shaking with tingles to all of my extremities as I am encased in pure bliss. When I finally somewhat come to, I realize I wasn’t just floating from my orgasm, Clark and I were actually floating above my bed. Clark’s head is resting on the junction of my neck and shoulder when I quickly press closer to him and wrap my arms around his neck to keep from falling.
Clark chuckles as he gently sets us down on the bed. “I guess you would’ve found out my secret eventually. I just came so hard that I literally levitated.”
I giggle and press my lips to his. “I didn’t freak you out, did I?”
“Not at all. I think it’s really cool that you are Superman, Kal;” I say as I stroke a curl that has fallen onto his forehead. “but the man that I have been falling in love with is Clark. He is all I need. The rest is just a bonus. If you’ll have me of course.”
Clark rests his forehead against my own as he gives me the most panty dropping smile. “You don’t know how much that means to me, sweetheart. Will you be my girl?”
“I would love nothing more.” I respond with a sweet kiss. The rest of the weekend is spent wrapped in each other.
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begging for rain. (one)
# ONE; the more you wait
PAIRING: ex!ellie williams x nextdoorneighbor!reader
SUMMARY: moving to a new town can be tough, especially as you are trying to hold everything in your life together. after you meet ellie, your life completely changes, but for the better? well that's still up in the air
WARNINGS: mentions of death, grief, related subjects; cursing, mentions of drinking/drugs, mentions of s*x,
WORD COUNT: 2.6k
A/N :new story... this is inspired by some dreams i had and the song begging for rain, by maggie roggers! an amazing song... this will be angsty and fluffy and will spend some time flipping in between past and present! hope u enjoy… AI AUDIOS AT THE END ! please please please like and reblog/reply/send asks, comments, the whole nine yards… it is so appreciated!
2 YEARS AGO
The fall came quicker than you expected.
Your days were overcast, filled with warm tea that quickly turned cold the longer you let it sit. Some days you held the pink and white cup firmly in your hands, fingers warming from the hot liquid inside. On other days you forgot the cup was even there.
The house was big and lonely. It felt as if you had examined every crack in the walls, and memorized the creak of every step. You were going to get to know this house as if it were your own because it was. You moved in late summer, your mom hauling luggage from the door, making some comment about you only bringing in the light boxes. You rolled your eyes and helped anyways. You didn’t want to be here, but you weren’t going to let your mom know that.
The house was in a nice neighborhood, with a good school district. Your mom did as much research as she could before buying this house, making some weird charts on Excel and plugging in numbers. You had a hefty inheritance from your dad, but now that he was gone and your house was down an income, your mother was doing what she had to. She bought the house in full, with no mortgage and no problem. This was her plan and it was the one that ensured you had the best chance of going to a good college.
You didn’t like the idea of moving to a new town and starting over, but you knew your dad’s death was hard on your mom and you didn’t want to be the cause of anymore discomfort for her. So you left your childhood friends, and bedroom and packed what you could in the ten boxes provided to you.
Your new room was simple, but fairly big. It had a bay window with a floral lined cushion in the seat. The walls were painted cream, and in the center of your room lay your bedframe and mattress. It was so empty, and everything about it felt so cold. Directly from your window, you could see into the house next to you. In the room you could see, the walls were a dark blue, littered with posters you couldn’t quite see from the distance. The room was messy, with clothes littered all over the room. From what you could see a white electric guitar was on a stand, right by the window. Then, almost as if she knew you were there, a girl stepped into view. Shaggy neck-length brown hair, half tied up into a bun. Suddenly, you felt like a creep as she stared at you, mouth slightly open as if she was caught. Almost instantly you turned around, embarrassment flooding your features.
You weren’t a creep, and this wasn’t something you did often. You were just curious, and it got the best of you sometimes. You decided that the curtains would be the first thing you hung up, not for your safety but for your neighbours safety.
You had everything situated that night, floral sheets on the mattress and books all tucked into the built in bookshelf. Your lamp illuminated from the corner of the room, making the whole room glow orange. You had pictures of your old friends on your bedside table, next to a picture of you and your dad. You winced as you looked at it.
A small knock shook you from your thoughts. Your mom, in her pajamas, stood in the doorway, arms crossed across her chest.
“How do you like your room, honey?” She questioned, warm eyes following you as you sat on your bed.
“It’s nice,” you rubbed at the blanket at the edge of your bed, “I like it.”
“I know this isn’t idea-”
“Mom, it’s fine-”
“What did I tell you about interrupting?” Her eyebrows raised as she shot you a look, her posture straightening. You rolled your eyes.
“Sorry,” you grumbled, avoiding eye contact with her.
“I know this isn’t ideal, and you are giving up a lot to be here, but,” she shook her head, looking down at her own feet, “this is a nice town with nice people and a good school. It’s what your dad would’ve wanted for you.”
You winced again at the mention of your dad. You opened your mouth to speak but were quickly shut up by the sound of the doorbell. It sounded loud and hollow, something you would have to get used to. Your mom looked down the hallway, fixing to ignore the sound before it rang again. This time you got up to follow her. When she opened the wooden door, there stood the brunette girl from earlier and an older gruff looking man holding a container.
“Hey, um,” He smiled at your mom before looking at you with your arms crossed behind her, “we’re your next-door neighbors and we saw you moving in. Wanted to welcome ourselves and bring you a little somethin’.”
The man pushed forward the container and your mom happily took it, smiling and gesturing for them to come in.
“Come on in,” she smiled, stepping to the side, completely ignoring the look you were shooting her, “I’m Melissa and this is my daughter, Y/n.”
You smiled, pursing your lips and giving a small wave to both of them.
“Well, I’m Joel,” He smiled, nodding at you and gesturing toward the younger girl next to him. “This is Ellie, think she’s about your kid’s age.”
“Well, missy here is about to go into her senior year,” your mom boasted as she gripped your arms shaking you a little, making you roll your eyes.
“So is Ellie,” He chuckled slightly, wrapping his arms around Ellie and causing her to groan, “maybe she can help… Y/n? Was it? Out with school this year.”
Ellie’s eyes widened as she turned around to look at him, giving him a dirty glare.
“In fact, how about Ellie here drives her to school tomorrow?” His smile was tight-lipped as he firmly tapped Ellie’s shoulder.
“You don’t have t-” your mom started.
“Don’t be silly. Ellie would love to.”
Ellie, in fact, did not look like she wanted to. She also didn’t look quite friendly either and you were unsure if this was the best introduction to your new neighborhood.
“We leave at seven,” Ellie’s voice was flat as she gave you a fake smile, Joel smiling brightly at your mother.
“Cool, thanks,” was all you said before taking the metal tray from your mom and into the kitchen. The introductions were awkward but at least you weren’t going to have to find the school on your own.
The next morning you woke up early, washed your face, did your hair, and pulled on your best outfit for school. Your mom had bought you new Dr. Martens as an “I’m sorry I uprooted your life” gift and you made a mental note to thank her for that again sometime later.
You took a granola bar to go and the packed lunch your mom had made you the night before. You smiled to yourself as you took it, knowing you wouldn’t see her till late that night. She had left early that morning, not wanting to be late for her first shift at the hospital. You were secretly hoping it was going well.
As you stepped outside, the fog surrounded you, making you even more grateful to Ellie. You crossed the dirt path between the houses and stepped onto their patio, knocking on the white door as you gripped your backpack straps. Ellie opened the door, face as unwelcoming as yesterday. She wore a blue flannel that loosely hung open with a white band tee on the inside. Her baggy jeans were ripped and frayed at the ends, meeting the black Converse at her feet. She had a distinct style, and she looked good in it.
“You ready to go?” Ellie asked, pulling her keys out and unlocking the jeep parked in the driveway. Nice car.
“Um, yeah,” You quietly said, following her down the steps and into the car. If she was just as quiet as you were planning on being, this wouldn’t work. You got yourself situated in the car, tucking your backpack under the seat as you smiled at Ellie. When the car started up her music started automatically playing, “Be Quiet and Drive” blasting through the speakers. She turned it down a little, to be polite. Nice, you thought.
“Thanks for driving me,” You started, watching as she turned her head to check for oncoming cars as she pulled out the driveway, “I know you might not have wanted to, but I really appreciate it.”
“Eh,” Ellie shrugged, eyes focused on the road, “It’s not a big deal. It’s not like I had to pick you up or anything.”
“But still,” you sighed, “I appreciate it.”
Ellie just mumbled a your welcome before tapping her fingers to the music on the wheel.
“I love Deftones,” you commented, making Ellie turn towards you, looking you up and down.
“You? Really?” She laughed, stopping at a red light.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, your tone taking a little bit of a bite to it.
“Hey, hey. Just saying I didn’t get that vibe from you.” It was your turn to roll your eyes.
“And what exactly is the vibe you get from me?”
“Girl next door,” Ellie laughed to herself, shaking her head a little, “quite literally.”
“I don’t know what that means, but I’m choosing to take it as a compliment.”
The car was silent for a moment as Ellie made her way down some backstreets, occasionally looking over at you to see you on your phone.
“Um,” she cleared her throat, “what’s your favorite song by them?”
“Probably ‘Cherry Waves’, basic I know,” you shrugged, focusing your attention on her.
“Not basic. It’s a good song,” she gave you a smile. Finally. “You have good taste.”
“Thanks,” you finally smiled.
“For a stalker,” She added on, chuckling a bit causing you to gasp.
“Oh my god,” you groaned, shoving your face in your hands. “I wasn’t stalking you, I was just looking out my window.”
“And right into my room!” you could tell she was just teasing, making you shake your head as you laughed.
“It was in my line of sight,” you leaned forward, looking at her smiling, “plus if I knew you were in there I wouldn’t have looked.”
“That’s exactly what a stalker would say,” her smile was spread across her face as her jeep pulled into the parking lot of the school. Busses were lined up in front, kids piling out and talking to each other as if they knew each other for years. It was all so normal, nothing like your nightmares.
“No, that defeats the whole point of stalking!”
PRESENT DAY
Summer had finally come around, the end of your first year in college coming to an abrupt end. You were excited to be home, but your stomach churned at the thought of being so close to Ellie again. She was right there, and all the willpower you had was slowly disappearing.
You knew you didn’t want to see her, and that maybe she had stopped missing you. But both of those things were slightly untrue. You knew if you saw her, your knees would become weak again and you would be crawling across your lawn and straight into her lap. That wasn't an option. That couldn’t be an option.
She had called you again just two nights ago, and she sounded almost sure of herself. You knew she was probably high, and you knew she meant every word she said. It didn’t stop the pain from gripping at your chest when you told her you wanted nothing to do with her.
“You picked up.”
“What do you want, Ellie?” you rolled your eyes, as you felt your chest tightening.
“I come home in a few days, I want to see y-”
“That’s not happenin-”
“Cherry, please,” she sounded so desperate and so sincere. The use of your nickname didn’t help.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Look, I messed up. I know that. I have been apologizing every day for that. I fucking miss you. Nothing is the same and if I am just inches away from you I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself. I miss you, I miss how you fucking smelled, how you tast-”
“Ellie, stop,” you cut her off abruptly, screwing your eyes shut as you took a deep breath to steady yourself, “this is pathetic. You’re acting like a fucking loser and it’s not at all attractive. Move on. Find someone else to whine over. Anyone else.”
“No one is you.”
“You should have thought of that before you-”
“Can we not talk about that?”
“No, we have to. If you ever want to see me again we will have to talk about it,” you were being mean, you were worse before but Ellie never seemed to care, she just kept begging, “I will maybe hear you out if we talk about it, but other than that, I don’t want to see you.”
“Fine.” Click. She hung up the phone, as she usually did when the situation was brought up. It was a surefire way to get her to leave you alone.
As you pulled your luggage out of the backseat of your car, you looked up to Ellie’s window. Surely, enough she was standing there, staring down at you. You couldn’t quite read the expression on her face, but she quickly disappeared from the window, closing the curtains.
Dragging your luggage inside, you stopped when you saw Joel sitting at your dining room table.
“Joel,” you said simply, looking around for your mother who came rushing out of the kitchen at the sound of your voice. Joel simply nodded at you, giving you a pained smile as your mother bombarded you with a hug.
‘My baby!” She squeezed you tight, making you groan. “You’re finally home.”
“Melissa, let the kid breathe,” Joel chuckled, standing up to walk over to you and give you a hug from the side. He was limping, that was new.
“Hey, kiddo,” he took a step back from you and your mom, looking at the both of you, “you’re getting so old, you look just like your mother.”
“I’ve always looked like her,” you corrected him, looking around the room to spot any changes your mom might have made while you were away. Your eyes stopped on a picture of Ellie and you from the fall fair your senior year. You always had this picture in your phone, but now it was blown up and framed, right next to a picture of your dad. You winced. “What the fuck is that? Why is there a picture of me and Ellie hung up in here?”
“Watch your language, missy,” your mom scolded, lifting up a finger to wag at you, “and because I like the picture, it’s nice.”
“Take it dow-”
“You can’t still possibly be on this-”
“Take it down, or I will,” your tone was sharp, causing your mom to take a step back and look at Joel. You eyed her for a moment before turning to go up the stairs, dragging your heavy suitcase up the stairs. Joel rushed over to help you, reaching for the handle. You quickly grasped it out of reach.
“I can do it myself,” you snapped, shooting him a glare and bringing it up the stairs with you. Everyone here wanted to forgive Ellie, but you weren’t ready for that.
You weren’t sure if you ever would be.
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have i told you lately, im grateful youre mine • alessia russo
w/c: ~900
alessia doesn't like anyone as much as she likes you- or, how mean girl less is really just a big softie
a/n: i dont really love this but its done so
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the skies are overcast- the cold wind hitting your cheeks and nose- no matter how hard you try to cover them in your scarf.
it’s raining- small droplets fall down and splatter on the ground, and on your clothes- well alessia’s clothes, but really it’s basically yours anyway.
it feels just like home really.
you had no reason to make the move to america- unfortunately gifted with the burden of two left feet, and asthma so bad your breathing could rival that of a pug, a sport scholarship was out of the question. thankfully your skills in books landed you with endless opportunities, that wouldn’t cause you to fall on your face. you could’ve gone to any uni really- but with an academic scholarship calling, and the promise of much better weather, you couldn’t turn it down.
and it was only ironic that you met alessia when you finally got to UNC- stargirl to the extreme and very- very serious footballer. even thinking about her sport made you breathless- or well, thinking about her playing football with the stupidly attractive captains armband made you breathless.
friday night games are your favourite- all your focus can be diverted to watching your girlfriend play.
and like every other week- your voice is sore from how much you’ve been cheering and screaming for the blonde striker.
they’re winning two – nil, those scored by of course alessia.
and no matter how many games you go to, no matter if they’re here at UNC or somewhere across the world for youth international duties, and no matter how many times she scores. you will always be the loudest one cheering.
you manage to make eye contact with her, beaming at her and sending her a thumbs up-and she smirks back at you, blowing you a kiss. your cold cheeks start to warm and you sit back down when the people around you start to tease you.
everyone and their mothers know who alessia russo’s girlfriend is- she’s quite known for her possessive streak around campus.
there was the time where she poured her drink on someone when they didn’t get the hint, also the time she came to you at half-time at her game to steal your jacket so everyone could see the number on the back of your shirt- then nursing you back to health when you inevitably got sick, and also the time she blew off training and had to run laps- all because she wanted to cuddle.
so, no- she’s not subtle at all.
not that you’d complain of course- her jealousy is very attractive.
by the time the stands clear out- it’s just you left, waiting for your girlfriend to finish her post match routine.
“hey (y/n)!”
you beam at the voice- running down the steps to jump into lotte’s arms for a hug.
“hi! you were so great out there!”
“how do you know- I’m sure lessi was all you could focus on.”
“that’s not true carlotte. i love all you girls equally.”
“hmm well i wasn’t even playing, so i think you’re lying.”
lotte wiggles her eyebrows at you, and your mouth drops I shock- before you rub the back of your neck in embarrassment.
“sorry lotts.”
“just kidding! i really was playing- but you still didn’t notice so ha!”
“go bother someone else’s girlfriend lotte- or, go get your own!”
alessia swings her arm around your shoulder and your hand comes up to hold hers- fingers entwining. alessia presses a kiss to the side of you face and stares at lotte.
“calm down less- i’m just messing around.”
you elbow your girlfriend.
“yeah, yeah. bye now lotte i’ll see you tomorrow.”
you both watch the older girl walk away- and alessia sets off, arm still around your shoulders, bringing you close to her side. you start to stumble over your feet at the awkward angle she’s created.
“less let me go- i can’t walk properly.”
“no.”
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in the few years alessia’s been here, she’s garnered quite the reputation- a harsh captain with a mean streak, always quick with insults, and never afraid to get into a physical fight.
she’s competitive, and judgemental- and well a mean girl.
but you know better.
you know that she’s a sucker for romantic films- no matter how many times she tells you its stupid, she’ll always end up crying first.
you know that she lets you win- at any game really, ‘miss sore loser’ seems to always forget how to play whenever its against you.
you know that her jealousy is just because she loves you- and despite time, and time again reassuring her that she doesn’t need to be jealous, that you have and always will love just her- she continues to bite the head off just about anyone who so much as looks at you.
you can especially see it in the way she grips your hand tighter, the way her eyes glare at anyone daring to get too close, but mostly- you can tell in the way she refuses to let you go, from whatever party youre at, all the way back to your dorms.
shes a softie really- hanging off you as if you were her lifeline- puckering her lips and begging for kisses.
no one knows her the way you do.
the way you could do absolutely nothing with her and itd still be perfect.
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Dom Daddy Joon
Summary: When Namjoon catches you doing something you aren't supposed to be doing he decides to punish you, and lets his maknae join in on the fun
Paring: Namjoon/Reader Jungkook/Reader
Word Count: 7.9K
Rating: 18+
Tags: Dom Joon, daddy kink, masturbation, vibrating panties, overstimulation, dirty talk, fucking, unprotected sex (this is fiction wrap it before you tap it) Joon being in leader mode and Y/N loving it, 3some kind of?
Authors Note: Leader Mode Namjoon wrecks me so here you go
Your phone vibrated in your purse the second you walked through the door.
You sighed and stared up at the ceiling, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.
It was Friday
and you had more than enough of this week.
The day had been dragging on, you swore at one point the clocks in your office had stopped working entirely. It didn't help that the last few days had been overcast, dark shadows and buckets of rain had poured down leaving you in a tired and irritated mood.
You fished for your phone as you kicked off your heels and placed them by the front door.
When you saw the text your whole demeanor changed, a single ray of hope on these cloudy days
Namjoonie: Office dinner tonight. We are allowed to bring a plus one. Get beautiful for me love. The car comes at seven
Your heart beat wildly in your chest and you couldn't help but smirk at the phone as you shucked off your coat and hung it up, making your way slowly to the bedroom to pick out an outfit for tonight.
A thrill of excitement shot through you as you grabbed a navy blue dress off its hanger and laid it on the bed.
Most people would find company dinners with people you hardly knew boring, but not you. You still remember the first dinner you attended.
You thought it would be boring, and you braced yourself for it, but you were not about to turn down free booze and free food so you went, knowing you could wrangle some of Namjoon's bandmates into having drinks with you.
You were very used to soft, small, sweet Namjoon. With his big smile and cute dimples poking out. His love of big soft hoodies, cuddles and kisses.
However, it all changed when you both entered the venue. He stood tall and proud above the crowd of people. His hand rested on your back as he guided you around. He looked concentrated and calculated and so damn dominant and powerful that your knees almost buckled.
He spoke eloquently to everyone he met, even people you knew he couldn't stand, his hand never leaving your back as he kept his bandmates close and looked out for every one of them.
It was like he had a sixth sense, he could tell when a question made Jungkook uncomfortable or when Taehyung should switch from booze to water, or when Hobi was part of a conversation he did not want to be a part of.
Namjoon was in leader mode and you had to say it turned you on a lot more than you had planned. There was something about him that was so powerful and strong and authoritative that it made you throb.
You let it slip you found it so hot when he was in leader mode. You could see the small proud smile on Namjoon's lips when he fucked you hard into the mattress later.
You quickly got undressed and stepped into the shower, cleaning your hair and washing your body as your conditioner sat in.
You used all the products you knew Namjoon would love and as you washed your body you let your mind drift to him
Your core was throbbing and you bit your lip.
It had been a while since you and Namjoon had been intimate. With both of you having busy schedules there wasn't much time for anything other than a quick fingering, or blow job.
You knew if you were this riled up from just thinking about him you wouldn't survive tonight. You wouldn't last two seconds with Namjoon in leader mode and you squeezed your legs together as the hot water fell on your body.
You looked around, knowing no one was home and Namjoon probably wouldn't be home for hours.
Of course he wouldn't want you touching yourself without him present but what he didn't know couldn't hurt him.
Right?
You softly fluttered your eyes closed as you imagined it was him in the shower with you. Big hands tracing down your neck and chest. His hard cock would be pressed against your back because he was always kind enough to let you face the hot water.
Your hands continued to venture downwards as you felt arousal pool in your stomach and between your thighs.
You finally brought your hand down to your slit and gathered the arousal there before circling your clit and letting out an obscene moan.
You knew you wouldn't last long so maybe it was a good thing you were taking care of it now.
You applied just the right amount of pressure and closed your eyes tighter. Imagining it was him, his strong firm hands circling you. He would have one arm around your middle holding you up as he played with your clit, he would alternate between slow and fast circles causing beautiful, sweet moans to fall from your mouth.
He would try to shut you up with a kiss as he would tease your clit harder and faster, pushing his erection into your back as you whine and thrash in his arms, desperate to cum.
In your mind's eye you can see it all, you can imagine so easily that it is his hands playing with you instead of your own.
Your body feels on fire and you feel on the cusp of your orgasm, your legs are starting to shake and the water starting to feel too much against your sensitive skin.
You are so lost in your fantasy you don't realize the bathroom door is opening. Namjoon was home early and he heard noises and decided to investigate.
He never imagined he would walk in on you, on this.
He had to say, he never thought his girl would be so naughty and do this without him.
A part of him loved it though
Because you both knew
Naughty girls get punished.
He could tell you were close. By the way you were gasping and whining and Namjoon bit the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning as his hands closed around the curtain and he pulled it.
You screamed
“Namjoon! I-Your home early!” You nearly shout as you stand there in your shame. You knew he caught you. You knew that you had been loud.
“What a pity. My girl couldn't control herself huh?” He asked folding his arms over his buff chest and staring you down.
You felt flushed under his unwavering gaze. The water still falling on your naked body and your orgasm slipping away.
“I-” You started but you quickly shut your mouth.
“Nothing to say huh?” He teases as you slowly turn off the water and he hands you the towel.
You keep your head down in shame as you dry yourself off, feeling your orgasm fade into nothing but frustration as you clench your legs together and stare at his feet.
“You were close weren't you?” He asks.
You don't bother to use your words instead you nod as he bites his lip.
“Naughty girl didn't bother waiting for Daddy to get home to fuck you right. Had to use your fingers to get the job done and couldn't even do that.” He says shaking his head.
You are left speechless at his words as he lets out a low dark chuckle, his hands coming up to card through his hair.
“I set up a surprise for you on the bed. Put it on. Everything on. I will meet you downstairs after I shower.” He says giving you a curt nod as a dismissal.
You take the hint and wrap the towel around your body as you exit the steamy bathroom. Your hands are shaking and your heart is racing as you approach the bed and you gasp at his surprise.
Gone is the navy dress.
Instead, it is replaced with a low-cut red dress. The straps are thin and delicate and the material feels soft under your fingertips.
You have never seen this dress before in your life and you bite your lip in embarrassment,
Namjoon bought this for you.
You see he has also laid out your jewelry for the night. Delicate gold earrings and a gold cuff that you knew came from your jewelry collection
The last item on the bed makes you gasp.
It is a pair of black panties.
Very special black panties
That vibrates against your clit and you have only worn once.
You spent the day wearing them to test them out with Namjoon. You lasted only four hours before you both had enough and Namjoon dragged you home and fucked you roughly against the front door.
You bit your lip at the memory.
You were really in for it now.
You quickly put everything on and quickly styled your hair in a way he would love. You left the remote on the bed where he could see it as you exited the bedroom and waited downstairs as he requested.
……………………….
The car ride to the restaurant was quiet.
Almost too quiet
Namjoon was wearing black slacks and a black button-up shirt. He had left the top three buttons undone and you had a sneaking suspicion that he did that for you.
He knew how much you loved his chest
A single silver chain hung from his neck and you tried not to stare but you couldn't help it.
He spent the car ride looking out the window not even acknowledging you as he took in the rainy city around him.
You reached over to him, slowly linking your fingers and you could see a faint smile on his face as you let out a sigh.
Soon enough the car was parked and you were ushered in quickly under a black umbrella.
The restaurant was warm and cozy but high-end as you saw tables upon tables with gold tablecloths and a huge chandelier hung overhead.
Namjoon slipped into his roll effortlessly, putting his hand on the small of your back as he brought you around, greeting people with smiles and nods, not bothering to linger with anyone too long as he made his rounds.
You eventually found your way to a table where Jungkook and Jimin were seated, they both looked handsome as they had their heads bent low and were speaking to each other.
Just as you were about to approach the table your knees nearly gave way as the panties started to vibrate against your core sending tingles up and down your legs and spine.
You clung to Namjoon as you stared up at him in shock, he showed no sign of anything being wrong, in fact, he was smiling at the two boys in front of him as he hauled you to the table.
You clenched your teeth together and tried to smile as everyone said their greetings. Namjoon's hand was still on the small of your back, his thumb rubbing comforting circles as he let you ride out this wave of vibrations.
They were small but powerful and the way the panties were positioned meant it was hitting that perfect spot right against your clit.
You wanted to flutter your eyes closed.
You wanted to moan.
But instead, you steeled yourself and tried your best to focus on the conversation in front of you as you felt your legs wobble.
Just as the boys looked up to greet you the vibrations stopped.
You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.
This already felt like it was going to be a long night.
Soon enough it was announced that dinner would be served. You and Namjoon found your seats which ended up being near Jungkook and Jin and when you sat down to eat the vibrations started again.
You gasped and nearly dropped your water cup as the vibration pattern changed, this time it was short quick vibrations that had you reaching to Namjoon's thigh to squeeze the muscle, in a silent plea for him to stop.
You already felt so overstimulated by your interrupted orgasm earlier and the way this night was going you were sure you would cum without warning and embarrass yourself, and him.
You dug your nails into his slacks and felt your face heat up. The coil of pressure was beginning to tighten and you squeezed your legs together hoping to relieve some of the built-up tension.
You saw a hand wave in front of your face and looked to see Jungkook staring at you with a worried look.
Poor Jungkook with his big round eyes had no idea what was going on and why you were so out of it.
You cleared your throat to stop a moan from slipping from your mouth as Namjoon had not turned the damn thing off yet.
“Sorry Jungkook what were you saying?” You asked trying to keep your voice from shaking as the vibration pattern switched again to slow long vibrations which had you gritting your teeth.
“I asked how you have been. Joon said you have been so busy with work. Something about a big deadline coming up?” He asked innocently giving you a soft sweet smile which you would be happy to return if you weren't clenching your teeth and thighs together.
Right as you were about to respond the vibrations stopped and you let out a sigh of relief, your hand releasing Namjoon's thigh as you turned fully to talk to Jungkook.
He was sweet and patient with you, asking you tons of questions about work and your life as the food slowly started to come out on large silver plates.
It was all delicious and Namjoon let you eat in peace for the meal. His hands sometimes would wander to squeeze your knee, or dip higher which would cause your breath to hitch but overall you made it through without incident.
Once the plates were clear the bar was once again open and you found yourself standing at it with Taehyung, Namjoon, Jungkook and Yoongi.
The boys were chatting and you were scanning the crowd not paying attention to anyone in particular when you felt the vibrations again.
You gasped in surprise which caused Jungkook to look at you in concern.
“Y/N are you sure you're okay?” He asked as he stared you down with narrow eyes.
“Yes, I'm just…thirsty. Joon can you get me a drink.” You asked looking up sweetly at your boyfriend who was grinning down at you.
He could see you squirm and gasp every time he turned the thing on.
And he loved it.
“Of course pretty girl.” He said kissing your cheek and waving the bartender over.
He got you a glass of water which was slightly disappointing because you wanted some booze to get through this but you accepted it graciously. Sipping the drink you nearly had a coughing fit when the vibration pattern changed and you saw Namjoon smirk out of the corner of your eye.
It was getting hard to stand on your own two feet so you leaned against your boyfriend's strong body and let your eyes flutter closed. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple and returned to his conversation with Yoongi.
It was getting to be too much, the vibrations were too high and you felt your thighs wet with your slick. Your hands were shaking while holding the glass and you couldn't focus on the conversation around you.
Sweat was starting to form around your brow as you bit your lip to keep a moan from falling out. Your hand reached to grab his bicep and squeeze as you opened your eyes to give him a pleading look but you saw he was talking to some other people who joined the circle.
People who were dressed in impeccable suits
and looked important
and here you were trying not to cum standing up.
You dug your nails into the soft material of his shirt as you felt the vibrations get stronger.
You weren't going to make it
You were going to cum right here… right now
Your eyes were starting to roll in the back of your head, you were drenched in sweat and trying desperately to cover it up and play it cool.
Namjoon was so absorbed in conversation that he didn't notice the pleading looks you were giving him.
He probably forgot the damn thing was even still on.
You clenched your teeth as the coil of pressure got tighter and tighter.
It was too much
way too much
If you could say your safe word you would
You squeezed his arm roughly and he finally looked down at you and his eyes widened in alarm.
He never switched the panties off
fuck
You looked fucked out, you were sweating and slightly shaking and he fumbled in his pocket for the remote switching it off.
You shot him a shaky smile as you excused yourself to the bathroom, nearly fumbling over your own two feet as you tried to get away from him to compose yourself.
You pushed the bathroom door open and took several deep breaths. Your hands shaky against the cool countertop.
You pushed your hair back and stared at your reflection in the mirror.
You looked positively fucked out.
Another vibration sent you flinching but you realized it was from your phone and not the panties.
You fished it out and read the message.
Namjoonie: Color?
You: Now, green, before yellow..almost red
Namjoonie: I'm sorry baby I got distracted and didn't mean for it to be on that long
You: I could tell.
Namjoonie: Don't be a brat. You better not be touching yourself in there. You're already in enough trouble my greedy needy girl.
You: No Daddy. I'm not.
Namjoonie: I am sorry but you are still on punishment for being a slut who can't control herself. A couple more hours then we can go home okay?
You: Of course Joon.
Namjoonie: Color?
You: Green.
Namjoonie: We moved from the bar to a table near the front. Meet me whenever you are ready
You made your way over to him and gave him a small kiss on the cheek as you snuggled into his side. You once again weren't really paying attention to what they were chatting about as it was all business but a remark from a man in a gray suit caught your attention.
“I mean come on guys? How long can a boy band from Korea last? You guys are getting older, fans and fandom can be a fickle thing. I'm just saying maybe invest in us and we can make sure you have stable jobs when this is all over.”
Your jaw dropped as you looked up at your boyfriend who towered over this man. His hand clenched on your back and you felt the electricity in the room. His eyes were narrowed and his mouth was in a hard line. He shared a look with Yoongi, the same look you saw all those dinners ago. The cock of the eyebrow and Yoongi was calmly and politely putting this man in his place.
Namjoon stood tall taking small sips from his drink as he watched his hyung take care of it. He stared at the other man over the rim of his glass who had nodded in agreement the whole time his business partner was speaking.
Almost daring him to say anything about them or their fans.
Yoongi handled it perfectly and very polity told the man to mind his own business and fuck off. The man tried to back peddle and explain himself but the tick in Namjoon's jaw spoke for all of them as his excuses died on his tongue.
“Now if you'll excuse us we're going to go talk to someone else.” Yoongi finished as he walked away with Hobi and Taehyung next to him.
Namjoon shot the man a look that had him shrinking on the spot as he laced his fingers through yours and dragged you through the crowd.
The dominance that was radiating off of him was intoxicating and you thought he was going to lead you to the others but instead, he forcefully led you to the coat room hastily opened the door and shoved you both inside.
You gasped as he flicked on the light and threw you against one of the walls kissing you harshly. It was all teeth and tongue and his tall strong body pressed up against your smaller frame.
You whined against his lips as he slotted a leg between your thighs and you desperately grinded against it hoping this was your chance to finally cum after hours of teasing.
His hands tangled in your hair as he pushed his body into yours harder, he kissed you harshly as you moaned against his lips he swallowed the noises down. Your hand reached down to cup his aching erection and he hissed against your mouth.
“Fuck me Joon please fuck me. I'm so sorry I touched myself without you. Please Joon. Fuck. Please.” You were almost chanting as his thigh pressed against your wet core even harder as you ground against him.
“God baby your so desperate for me huh?” He mutters as his lips leave yours to trail kisses down your neck and jawline.
You nod frantically as your hands hold onto his strong shoulders for dear life as you whine and continue to grind against him.
He slows his kisses and you cry out in frustration as he looks at you, a small smile playing on his lips.
“You know, Jungkook was really worried about you tonight?” Namjoon said as he adjusted his clothes.
“When you raced off to the bathroom he pulled me aside and asked me if you were okay. He thought you were acting…strange tonight.” Namjoon teased as you blushed.
“Well, he kind of scolded me because according to him you were unwell and I wasn't paying attention. So I told him the real reason why you were acting so…unwell.”
You gasped
Jungkook knew?
“What did he say?” You asked slowly, fingers coming up to adjust one of the straps of your dress which had fallen.
“Well, he admitted he thought it was hot. And he wanted in on it,” he said with a bite of his lip and a cock of his eyebrow.
“Wait what does that mean?” You ask feeling arousal shoot through your body.
“Meaning I passed him the remote. He will have it for the rest of the night. And if you can be a good girl and behave yourself and not cum all over the floor, well I offered him to join us.” Namjoon said with a satisfied grin.
You were speechless. Absolutely speechless as Namjoon stared at you, suddenly the space feels too small and too hot as you take in his words.
Jungkook to join you?
You had to admit the dirty fantasies that had popped into your head were enough to make you shiver.
“Thought you'd like that. My girl can't get enough cock so I figured I'd let you have two,” he says as he brushes past you and opens the door to the coatroom letting you exit first in a complete daze.
.........................
The rest of the night passed quickly. Namjoon didn't want to stay long after the coatroom incident and you had a feeling it was because he liked the idea of Jungkook joining as much as you did.
You had to admit Jungkook was not as torturous with the remote as your boyfriend was.
He would surprise you with quick bursts before turning the thing off which had you glaring at him. He kept pleasure just out of reach which made you even more frustrated.
By the time you were ready to leave you felt like even one single touch could have you cuming. You hastily put your coat on and you heard Jungkook snicker beside you. You shot him a dirty look but immediately regretted it as he flicked the panties on again causing you to wobble and grab a chair for support.
“Ready to go love?” Namjoon asks as he eyes Jungkook who is grinning like a menace and smirks as he waves goodbye to some people and drags you out to the car.
The air is damp after the rain and the three of you pile into the backseat.
You are stuck in the middle of these two ridiculously hot men in the backseat of the car. Their legs are spread which means both of their knees are touching yours and caging you in. Worst of all Jungkook hasn't turned the panties off yet.
Namjoon loops an arm around your back and plays with the small hairs at the nape of your neck as you shoot Jungkook death glares.
The pleasure is starting to build in your stomach and you let out a small whine as you bury your face in Namjoon's shoulder.
Jungkook finally pulls his eyes away from the window to stare at you, how desperate you look. How you are rutting your hips up and trying to stifle your moans. Honestly, it felt like a dream when Namjoon invited him to join him tonight and he wanted to enjoy it as much as possible.
You were starting to lose control once again and you pulled your face away from Namjoon's shoulder to stare at Jungkook who looked at you with a small smirk on his face.
Just as you were about to open your mouth and plead with him to stop, or to touch you, the car stopped outside the house and Namjoon shot you both a look as Jungkook reached into his pocket and handed the remote back to Namjoon
Leaving the damn thing still on and vibrating.
“Okay I can't. If you don't turn it off you'll have to carry me to the door. I'm serious.” You plead out as both men grin and Namjoon shuts it off.
You sigh once again as you make your way out of the car and into the house. Kicking off your uncomfortable heels and sitting on the couch hanging your head in exhaustion.
“How are you feeling baby?” Namjoon asks coming over to the couch to sit next to you, his arms wrapping around you and comforting you.
“So overstimulated I …just. Please. I just need a minute.” You explain breathless as you bury your face in his chest and feel the couch dip next to you as Jungkook also takes a seat.
“Such a good girl for me. Baby, you did such a good job tonight.” He praises you as his hand sweeps your hair from your neck and he starts to give your skin slow soft kisses.
You want to cry out as just that motion has your legs clenching together, which he takes note of.
“So sensitive baby.” He teases as you bring a hand up to fist into his shirt.
“All your fault.” You mumble as a hand that does not belong to your boyfriend is suddenly resting on your bare thigh.
“I'm sorry. I don't think I heard you correctly Princess. Who's fault is it?” Namjoon challenges as you pull your face from his chest and stare down at the tattooed hand that is slowly crawling its way up your thigh.
“Mine.” You whisper as you can't tear your eyes away from Jungkook's hand.
“And why is it your fault? Want to explain to our guest why I made you wear those panties tonight.”
You swallow hard.
“Cause I was bad and touched myself in the shower without your permission.” You mumble.
“Shit Hyung torturing her like that because she touched herself. Your…well…wow” Jungkook replies clearly impressed as his hand climbs higher and is now resting just below the hem of your dress.
Namjoon chuckles darkly beside you.
“Kook. My princess was bad and needs to be punished. I'm thinking I'll let her suck you off and let you fuck her. You are allowed to cum. She is not.”
You gasp and feel wetness coat your thighs.
“She will only cum on my cock. Understand.” Namjoon says as he stands up and heads to the mini-bar, pouring himself a drink and grabbing a chair from the kitchen, setting it a couple of feet away and sitting on it.
Even though he is letting Jungkook have his fun with you his dominant energy is radiating through the room causing you to shiver under his heated gaze.
“Go ahead, princess. He's all yours. Show him you can be a good girl.” Namjoon directs as you turn to look and Jungkook and see his eyes are blown wide and his tongue is darting out to lick at his lips.
Jungkook leans in close and kisses you. His lips are soft and warm against yours and you melt into his touch. His hands wrap around you as he deepens the kiss and you whine against his mouth.
Jungkook laces his hands through your hair as his tongue darts out to lick at the seam of your lips. You moan against him as you boldly climb on his lap. You hear him groan in satisfaction as you spread your legs and sit on his clothed cock.
Which is hard and thick against your core.
You want to hurry this along so you pull away from his lips and begin to pepper kisses down his neck and collarbones. He throws his head back and bucks his hips against your core.
You can feel him so hard under you and it just eggs you on to do more so you begin to suck on his neck which had his hands flying to your backside to massage the flesh.
You scoot back and pull his shirt over his head and are met with miles of toned skin and a whole tattoo sleeve which you could stare at for a lifetime.
His hair is sticking up in all directions and his cheeks are flushed as you slowly grind your core against his cock and pepper more kisses down his neck and chest.
His chest is heaving as your lips connect with the toned skin and you suddenly let out a gasp as panties vibrate again.
This time Jungkook can feel them vibrating against his clothed cock and pretty moans spill from both your mouths as you whip your head around to stare at Namjoon.
Who is sitting on the chair with his legs spread wide, the material of his dress pants taut under his thigh muscles as he grins at you.
“Keep going love you looked like you were enjoying yourself.” He says darkly raising his glass in a toast to you as he brings it to his lips and drinks the dark liquid.
You shiver under his gaze as you turn to Jungkook who is jutting his hips up to meet yours in absolute desperation.
You scoot back and run your hands over his clothed cock. His eyes flutter closed at your touches and when you reach for his belt he gasps.
You quickly undo his pants and slide to the floor as he stands up to rid himself of them and let his cock spring free.
It is long and veiny and it makes your mouth water as you take him in your hand. The skin is soft but hot under your palm as you slowly stroke him up and down.
Just as you are about to take him in your mouth the vibrations in your panties stop and you give kitten licks to the head of his cock.
Jungkook is groaning above you as his hands collect your hair to pull it back as you take the head of his cock into your mouth.
It fills your mouth perfectly as you get used to his salty taste. You slowly begin to bob your head focusing on flicking your tongue and gathering as much spit as you can.
Jungkook is a mess of moans above you and you whine against him as you take him deeper and deeper.
Your hand is working in tandem with your mouth and Jungkook is softly jutting his hips to get you to take him deeper. His hands are a tangled mess in your hair and when he pulls slightly a filthy moan falls from your lips which sends vibrations up his shaft.
You bring one hand up to fondle his balls and he pushes you away sharply.
You pull off with a gasp as you look up at him, his chest is flushed pink and his eyes are dark and blown wide. He stares down at you in awe and you grin up at him.
“Fuck Joon she's so good at that.” He says, eyes flicking to your boyfriend who is still sitting on the chair watching.
You turn around to see Namjoon palming his cock with his large fingers through his slacks and your stomach flips in anticipation.
“Please let me fuck her Joon. Please.” Jungkook begs and Namjoon offers him a curt nod as you stand up and wait for instruction.
Jungkook grabs a condom from Namjoon and rolls it on his throbbing length.
“Where do you want me Kook?” You ask as you slowly bring the straps of your dress down and let it pool by your ankles.
Both men are staring at you unmoving as you step out of the cloth and pick it up to drape it over the back of the couch.
You bring a hand down to your panties and stare at Namjoon waiting for instruction.
Namjoon offers you the same nod he did to Jungkook and you slowly pull the fabric down your legs and kick it over to Namjoon where it falls at his feet.
He shakes his head and smirks at you as you make your way over to Jungkook who seems to be frozen in place. His eyes darting from your breasts to your thighs to your pussy.
He doesn't seem to know where to look.
You run a hand down his bare chest and look up at him.
“Where do you want me Kook?” You repeat as he lets out a shaky breath and runs a hand through his messed-up hair.
“Fuck Namjoon you get her all time. You are so lucky.” He says as he grabs your waist and directs you over to the couch.
He has you lie down as he kneels between your legs. Instinctively you raise your legs so they are on his shoulders and his eyes widen as he stares at Namjoon in shock.
“She's very well trained,” Namjoon replies as you blush deeply.
“Should I? Do you want prep?” Jungkook asks as he stares down at you. His hands coming to rub down your tits and stomach
“She couldn't keep her hands to herself. We teased her all night. She's probably soaked. No prep.” Namjoon answers for you as you bite your lip.
Jungkook teases your hole with the tip of his cock and you whine out at the contact. Your whole body feels high strung and you worry that the second he enters you you'll come all over his cock.
Jungkook slowly eases himself in and you whine and arch your body up to meet his as his length stretches you out.
Once you are impaled on his cock you try to breathe and relax. Jungkook was not as big as Namjoon but without prep, it was still a stretch and you could feel yourself clench around him as he kneeled above you.
The burn is starting to subside as Jungkook begins to move slowly inside you, shallow thrusts to get you used to his length.
Your body is shaking under him as he looks down at you, chains dangling in your face as he begins to pick up the pace and fuck you harder.
“She likes it rough Kook don't worry about being gentle,” Namjoon instructs as you catch a quick smirk form on Jungkook's face before he straightens up and pounds into you.
The breath is taken from your lungs as he starts to thrust into you with more force. His hands are in a vice-like grip on your ankles keeping them in place on his shoulders as he pounds into you.
You are moaning and thrashing under him as you feel the head of his cock hit that spot inside of you that makes you see stars.
He is groaning above you and you are keeping your eyes closed trying to subside the pleasure that is building inside of you.
“Look at him princess. No cheating.” Namjoon calls out to you as you open your eyes and are met with an absolute vision on top of you.
Jungkook's hair is plastered to his forehead and sweat is dripping down his brow as he rails you with reckless abandon. His lip is trapped between his teeth and his muscles are clenching as he chases his high.
You grab his shoulders and force his body closer to yours which causes him to hit deeper inside of you and a broken moan to fall from your mouth.
The coil of pleasure is getting tighter inside of you and you are almost sobbing from overstimulation as Jungkook is starting to pound harder.
The sound of slapping skin is getting louder as you claw at his back to keep yourself grounded. Your eyes are fluttering as you are having a hard time keeping them open with how well he is making you feel.
You are desperate to keep your high at bay as his thrust becomes sloppy and you know he is close.
You clench around him, wanting to tip him over the edge as quickly as possible as Jungkook is panting above you.
“God this pussy, so tight, so good. F-fuck F-f-fuck.” He groans out as he chases his high and his eyes widen as he locks them with Namjoon.
“Yes, you can cum inside Kook. She loves it.” Namjoon says calmly as his words alone cause you to clench again and he thrusts a couple more times before his cock is unloading in the condom.
You bury your face in his bare chest as you let him chase his high. You clench everything together to keep a tight seal for him but also so you don't lose it yourself.
When Jungkook finally comes down from his high he slowly releases your legs and you sigh as you feel the blood flow start to return to them.
He pulls out slowly and flops on the couch, hair a mess and breathing heavily.
You whine and look over at Namjoon who at one point took his pants off and was stroking his large cock slowly.
“Fuck Joon please.” You beg out not caring how desperate you sound.
“She's such a slut huh Kook. You just fucked her and she wants more. Can't get enough cock.”
Jungkook lets out a mumble of incoherent words as he gets up from the couch to move to the floor.
Namjoon stands up and pulls his pants fully off his legs stepping out of them with ease. Your mouth is watering as he stalks over to you, cock hard and bobbing against his stomach.
You suck in a breath as he sits down next to you and pats his thigh. He wants you to ride him, his favorite position.
“Figured we would give Jungkook a good show. I know he likes my thighs as much as you do.” Namjoon teases which causes Jungkook to make an embarrassed noise on the floor as you straddle him and his hands come to your waist.
“You did so well for me pretty girl. So good for Daddy. Gonna make yourself cum without my permission again?” He asks as he grabs the base of his cock and teases it through your soaked folds.
You shake your head and he laughs.
“Be a good baby and take daddy's cock huh?” he asks and with one swift movement, he grabs your hips and lifts you so you are impaled on his throbbing length.
You squeeze your eyes shut and whine at the stretch. Sure you just got fucked by Jungkook but Namjoon's cock had more girth and he stretched you out deliciously.
“Baby girl, how are you still so fucking tight after Jungkook fucked you?” He asks as he stares you down with an intense gaze that has you mesmerized.
“Fuck shit Joon it feels so good.” You whine out as you grip his shoulders hoping your body will relax soon.
“You can take it, baby. You always take it so well. Come on now. Fuck yourself on my cock. Show Jungkook how good of a girl you can be.” He asks as you clench around him involuntarily.
“Ah, so you like that. You like my maknae watching you whore yourself out.”
You throb under his words and slowly you fuck yourself on his cock. Your hands stay on his shoulders as you ride him.
Your body is tight with pleasure and you know you aren't going to last long as Namjoon thrusts up to meet you.
His cock is hot inside you and you love the feeling of his bare cock against your insides.
He can tell you are desperate as his grip tightens on your hips and he takes over, thrusting up inside you hitting your g spot with each slide of his cock inside your wet walls.
You close your eyes tight as you feel your orgasm approach at lightning speed. You are so overstimulated and so tired from the night's activities that you can hardly hold yourself up as Namjoon thrusts into you harder.
You are whining and moaning against the damp skin of his neck, you aren't even sure what you are saying anymore as you chase your high. You can feel your body getting hotter and tighter and you start to involuntary clench around him.
“Hold it, baby girl. Hold it. Let me cum first then you can cum.” Namjoon instructs out as you pull back from him eyes widening in shock.
He dips his head to flick his tongue over your nipple which has you arching your back and whining.
“Close… Close please Namjoon fuck please.” You cry out.
Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Jungkook on the floor now in his boxers as he inches closer to you both to get a better look.
Just that fact alone has you clenching around your boyfriend again.
“I said hold it,” Namjoon demands as his hands grip your hips impossibly tight as he fucks into you. Letting deep grunts slip past his lips.
“Joon I can't. Please daddy I can't. I'm gonna cum. You-You gotta cum. Please, Daddy.” You wail as he chases his high and you are a moaning mess above him.
“Close baby girl so close that you can cum Kay.” He says breathlessly as his thrusts get harder and you are sure you can feel him in your stomach at this point.
You look down to see a slight bulge as he fucks into you and you snake a hand between your sweaty body to feel it pulsing inside of you.
Namjoon looks down at your small hand pressing against his cock head which is thrusting in and out of you at an alarming pace and he loses it.
He cums hard and deep inside you, panting your walls with his cum as you groan and whine at the feeling. His cock is still throbbing inside of you and you are so overstimulated that you are begging and crying above him as you try to hold off for as long as you can.
You want to be good for him.
Namjoon stills inside of you and you cry out at the loss of friction as you feel like you are teetering on the edge. You grit your teeth as tears fall from your eyes. Your body is a live wire ready to explode at the slightest touch and you are so overstimulated it is starting to hurt.
“Joon. Please. Fuck. I'll do anything. Please Daddy make me cum. Please let me cum around your cock.” You beg, lacing your hands through his hair and forcing him to look at the desperation on your face.
“Will you be good and not disobey me again?” He asks
“Please Daddy fuck I'll always be good for you please.” You cry out tears slipping down your cheeks.
Namjoon slowly starts to thrust back up into you pushing his cum deeper inside as you bury your head in his neck and chase your high.
His hand comes down between your sweaty bodies and he finds your clit with ease a couple of fast circles have you cumming around him
Your body shudders as you bite the skin on his shoulder as you throb around his length which is still buried inside you.
Your orgasm takes you over as you shut your eyes and let broken whines and moans spill from your mouth as you feel it down to your toes. You bury your face further into Namjoon's shoulder as you chant his name as you ride out your high.
Namjoon slows his thrusts as he lets you ride it out. You are chanting thank yous as you sob above him. The sensation of you finally getting to cum overtaking you.
Once your orgasm dies down you look up at Namjoon who is staring at you with so much affection in his eyes it makes your heart swell.
“You with us baby girl?” He asks as you chuckle and run a hand through your sweaty hair pushing it back from your face.
“Yeah I-Fuck.” You say as you slowly raise yourself to let his cock slip out of you.
You look at Jungkook who is still on the floor looking up at the both of you in amazement and you chuckle.
“Enjoy the show, Kook?” You ask as you untangle yourself from your boyfriend and stare down at the boy on the floor.
“God you both are so hot. Like what the fuck?” He teases as you all laugh.
“Come on I think we need a shower.” Namjoon decides as he raises himself and wraps his arms around you as he slowly lifts you from the couch and carries you in his arms.
That's the thing about Namjoon, he can fuck you rough and make you cum but he can also be the kindest more considerate person.
You feel admiration for him flow through you.
“Well, I guess I should go,” Jungkook says getting up from the floor himself as Namjoon turns to face the younger boy.
“Jungkook it's almost midnight. You're gonna shower and spend the night here. I'm not sending you away.”
Jungkook smiles shyly at you both.
“You sure? I don't want to impose.” He asks softly.
“Impose? Jungkook I invited you to fuck my girl. Were past the stage of imposing now come on.” Namjoon says as Jungkook's smile widens and he follows you and Namjoon to the bathroom.
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Being Miguel’s daughter and hosting Venom [2]
[Platonic One-Shot]
c/w: fighting, depictions of violence and gore, angst, female pronouns (she/her), feminine gendered terms used to describe reader, Venom is a big softie, only for you though 🤭
a/n: this is marked as part two because the first one shot was the first part, the drabble was more of an introduction to the idea 😭 I understand there might be some confusion about how these parts are set up but yeah the drabble was intended to introduce the idea more than it was meant to be an actual part of the series— like an extended epigraph… sort of
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It was raining the day your father had decided to return to your dimension— the dark and gloomy rain clouds above thick and heavy as they devoured the sky.
With them they brought raindrops thick and heavy in density that were spat out in a torrential downpour. Falling in copious and rapid quantities.
You had been sitting perched on the corner of a building’s roof, observant and watchful as you patrolled the streets from your perch.
The darkness that had followed the overcast night sky left the street lamps and starkly bright city lights bright and prominent in their glow. And your sensitive and finely tuned auditory perception picked up on the sounds of tires driving through rainwater on the pavement. The sound of particularly nocturnal people walking, bustling and moving about— the way their shoe soles stepped on the soaked through concrete of the sidewalk, some splashing as they came across puddles in the divets of the ground.
Everything that involved your senses and being aware of the world around you sharpened dramatically, now keen on focusing on the world around you. Listening starkly for any kind of traumatic event occurring.
“I like the rain.”
“Me too.”
“The atmosphere is relaxing. We feel at peace.”
You couldn’t help but agree, the weather more than accommodating in the sense your mood had improved drastically.
It had been two weeks since your father had made his appearance, and since then you had been tightly wound and more than a little hurt at his abrupt intrusion. Even more hurt at the way he had just left without so much as an ounce of effort in trying to get you to talk to him.
He had called your name, and he did speak to you— that was something you could acknowledge, but the fact he hadn’t bothered trying beyond that spoke a lot about what your relationship had come to. What it still was.
He didn’t care about you, he never had and the encounter from a little less than half a month ago gave you the impression that he never would.
A small part of you could admit that you had hoped maybe he would come after you, chase you down, take you into his arms and hold you tenderly. Lovingly.
An even larger part overwhelmed that feeling with a cold and bitter indifference that made you more angry than sad. Sparked to life when he left you behind in a home you didn’t know, with people you didn’t trust— and festered to much more significant levels as the years continued to pass with not a single word from him.
You shouldn’t have expected him to make an effort to fix your relationship, and you hated that you were so bothered that he hadn’t tried at all. You should’ve known that he hadn’t ever intended to be involved with you at all. And you should’ve just accepted that your relationship was beyond fixing— and there was no point in trying to repair something that had died a long time ago. Irreparable— damaged and broken.
And whilst anger and hate had spread and taken over most of your heart and soul, there was still a small part inside that was more hurt than anything.
That small child inside that had depended on her father more than ever in the wake of her mother’s death. A little girl that had quickly learned he wasn’t dependable, she couldn’t count on him at all. And she was quick to learn that there wasn’t anyone who had her back, was on her side. It developed into her trusting absolutely no one— “the only one I can really trust.. is me.”
“[Y/Name]? Are you okay?”
“Yes,” you murmured quiet and tame as you continued to watch over the city. The darkness and ache that had consumed your heart so very deeply at the remembrance of your father had dissipated when your friend had spoken to you. “I’m fine V.”
“Was it about him?”
You didn’t respond and they had expected that you wouldn’t, and didn’t say much after that. And you appreciated their understanding that you didn’t want to talk about them.
There was a moment of tranquility, peace in the loud bustle of your city as the rain continued to fall. But then your senses tingled as the familiar sound of a portal spinning open erupted behind you. There wasn’t a moment of stillness that you allowed before you were spitting webs at the wall behind the portal.
Miguel walked through the portal a moment later, it closed a second after and then you were launching yourself at him.
He may have not had the tingle at the expense he wasn’t even really changed like you had been. He hadn’t been bitten but had his genetic code changed, and his abilities came from a vial of liquid he injected directly into his bloodstream to keep his powers sharp and potent.
So, whilst he didn’t have the spider senses that tingled anytime danger was nearby, his natural instincts had been sharpened finely. Thus, he was able to bring up his arms as you drop kicked him into the wall you had slung your webs at.
Even though he was blocking his face protectively you had put enough strength behind the kick to hurt him, and he grunted as your kick connected sending him flying back.
[Y/Name] jumped to meet him against the brick wall and grabbed him by the throat, tightening her clawed fingers around his neck before she was pulling him from the wall and throwing him off the building to the street below.
The previous feeling of peace and content that had warmed her chest and blood had diminished, and was now replaced with thorough rage. Hot and ferocious.
[Y/Name] had sworn to Venom that she absolutely would resort to murder if her father ever returned to her universe, and here he was. So the alien didn’t falter nor make an effort to halt the anger that was slowly but surely filling his host’s body.
Another portal opened up behind her and she felt an itch of annoyance as she felt the familiar presence that made her senses tingle. Jessica Drew.
A snarl tugged at her features as she curled her lip and looked over her shoulder, a ferocious glare fierce and angry in her bright eyes.
“Venom.”
“Of course.”
Jessica stared as a thick, black matter pooled from her back and slid across her lean and muscular frame. The alien-like viscous oil gliding across every plane of her frame, concealing her entire white and blue suit in a tightened black version of it instead.
“[Y/Name],” Jessica began soft and quiet— an attempt to somehow quell the furious fire of rage she could feel hot and angry from where she stood several feet behind the young teenager. “I know what you must be feeling—”
“You don’t know shit.”
“You want to kill him. And I can’t let you do tha—”
Her sentence was cut short when she was suddenly thrown backwards, her senses had tingled but not nearly quick enough. And she had been sent backwards to the brick wall in consequence, she gaped at the O’hara stood in front of her on the edge of the roof.
She had turned to face Jessica with her back, and the blackened webbing surrounding her body seemed to pulse and tightened around her body. Every time she squirmed attempting to loosen them, cut them or escape they would just tighten. She resorted to calling out to [Y/Name] instead—
“Spider-Woman doesn’t kill people!”
[Y/Name] willed her mask to peel away, the small and thin tendrils crawling up her neck and hugging her forehead only made the harsh glare she threw at Jessica over her shoulder much darker. The snarl she gave baring abnormally sharp canines seemed to make her even more intimidating— it made Jessica uncomfortable how a simple look made a chill rake down her back.
“You’re right. But we do.”
And she shivered again at the alien voice that rumbled from the young adult’s chest. The words she spoke only succeeding in making her all the more uncomfortable and frightened. The tone she spoke in was deep and ferociously monstrous. And Jessica stared as the O’hara glared back for a single second before she jumped disappearing over the side of the roof.
[Y/Name] landed on the sidewalk paved along the side of the asphalt road, she jumped forward flipping out of the way as her father shot a web at the spot she occupied previously.
But he had jumped to meet her midair and they grappled as they fell back to the road, she managed to wrangle a hold on the back of his suit and brought forth Venom’s strength to throw him down the road before landing on it herself.
Miguel’s sharpened instincts flared aggressively as his young daughter launched a car at him. He spun around extending his arm forward simultaneously— the long and sharp blade on his forearm cutting the car cleanly in half. But she had been there to surprise him, lunging forward after she had thrown the car knowing he’d cut it in half opening up an ambush as she erupted in between each piece of the vehicle.
He gasped silently in shock at her appearance through the split and grunted when her punch connected to his face. Enough strength from her abilities coupled with Venom to send him flying back. And he flipped midair to land on his feet several feet down the street, he dug the blades on his forearms into the pavement to halt his movement as he looked up.
“I suffered! Alone! For twenty years, because of your cowardice!” [Y/Name] shouted as she stormed down the street, the mask Venom provided peeling back to reveal a ferocious snarl tugging her lips back and baring abnormally sharper canines.
“Protecting the security of the multiverse is not cowardly!”
“You knew invading another universe at the expense of your variant’s death was wrong! You knew your presence could collapse the very fabrics of a dimension! You always knew!” She roared in exclamation to his rather weak defense, having stopped just a few feet in front of him to properly put her feelings forward. Give him everything she had bottled up inside that had erupted suddenly since his abrupt appearance in her dimension two weeks ago.
Miguel just stood there, he swallowed thickly at her statement as he held eye contact with her. There wasn’t any indication he was intimidated by her on his face, his expression blank and guarded with slanted brows and narrowed eyes. But internally he was dreading the fight that would no doubt occur, she was anomoly after all.
“But— when she told you she was pregnant, when she told you she was excited to start your family.. what did you do? What did you do? You. Ran!”
“She was never meant to bear children! Never meant to give birth to you— that was not my fault!”
The audacity he had to ruin her life and not even acknowledge it only made [Y/Name] all the more furious, her blood boiling beneath her skin as she tightened her vicious snarl. “Not your fault?!”
[Y/Name] advanced forward, she reached to her left— her muscular forearm flexing beneath the deep black Venom suit as she gripped the side of another car and effortlessly lifted it throwing it at him.
He jumped to the side to dodge but she was there to meet him once again, having leapt from her spot on the street to put her knee in his face. He couldn’t bring his arms up quick enough to block it this time, and she forced him backwards when she utilized Venom’s alien strength to really hurt him.
Miguel grunted as her strike connected and he was thrown into the side of the building off to the side. She followed right behind him tearing her arm back and throwing it forward the second she was close enough. The hit had enough power and strength in it to send him right through the brick wall and into the empty warehouse within.
[Y/Name] landed several feet away from the form of her father on the ground, he was slow to get back to his feet but once he had he turned to face her. And she could tear his throat out at the scowl carved into his features, the conversation that followed only making her all the more infuriated.
“I’m not here for any other reason than to capture the anomaly in your dimension.” He says, a still blank and guarded look on his face. One that his young daughter matched only to a degree that looked more like she was enraged rather than unbothered.
“There’s no anomaly here, Venom and I would’ve picked up it’s unnatural scent immediately.” She reasoned.
“You wouldn’t know of it’s presence. Because it’s you.”
“What?”
“You are an anomaly, you were never meant to be born.. never meant to be bitten… never meant to host Venom. You don’t belong. You need to be contained.”
[Y/Name] froze, Venom inside stilling too as he and herself processed the words that had just fell from her father’s mouth. All was quiet for but a moment—
“You…”
Miguel watched as a dark look overtook her features, from enraged previously to downright hostile as her eyes darkened to an unseen degree. He felt a shiver of fear and intimidation shuck down his back in a brief burst.
“You bastard.”
The snarled words growled from her throat sent another ripple down his spine. And he swallowed thickly as the deep black viscous matter of Venom returned, and then she bore the same appearance as before.
The same lean and muscular frame but now entirely black with a white spider insignia, her mask’s eyes now more monstrous-like as opposed to the regular diamond shape as most spider people.
“Fine.”
[Y/Name] Venom snarled ferociously, Miguel watched as the alien bulked up his daughter. Not so much so that it wasn’t proportionate but enough to have him breathe out a brief exhale of uncertainty and anxiety.
His daughter had become powerful in his absence, and he had caused the black hatred to plague her heart. The fact she only looked at him with hate and a fiery light of murder and bloodthirsty rage was his fault and his fault alone. He had no one to blame but himself.
So, he really had no one to blame for this fight that would occur one way or another. He wasn’t sure he could beat her, and for the first time in a long while he felt a surge of anxiousness brew to life in his stomach. His heartbeat slightly erratic at the new feeling of diminished confidence in his chest.
He knew this would be hard, he knew he was walking into this fight with a significant power difference, and he knew for damn sure he wasn’t certain he’d keep his head. And Miguel had no one to blame for it—
But himself.
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a/n: started writing out requests so expect to see those soon but don’t get too excited as I can’t promise when exactly they’ll be finished and posted, my classes are kicking my ass and my job fucking sucks so.. bear with me please and I hope you enjoyed!
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On The Wrong Side of History: The Queen of Hybern
Azriel x Hybernian!Reader
synopsis: Reader is one of Hybern’s generals, fighting for her freedom after Prythian turned her back. Born with no magic, she was forced to cultivate a different kind of power, one that could prove deadly to the inhabitants of magic-blooded fae of Prythian. But when she’s captured and thrown into the scarred hands of the Spy-master, which side of history will prevail? Will Hybern’s story be told, or will it be covered up and concealed before the suffering of her people ever makes it to the light.
warnings: miscarriage at the end, war, general suffering and grimness, slight torture(?)
a/n: I had this idea yesterday and wanted to write something so fair warning it’s a little rushed! It also lightly brushes over miscarriage which might be a delicate subject for some so please take care of yourselves 🧡💛
word count: 3,810
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The war is coming, and not a single inhabitant of Hybern will stand by and let the chance for freedom pass. It’s been five-hundred years since you were confined to that island, cut-off from the mainland and left to rot and starve. Now is the time to reclaim the ground you were deprived of. War is coming, and she is starving for revenge. Starving like your people have for centuries, and nothing will stand between you and fighting for your right to life. Not even the baby you know is growing inside of you.
The air is fresh and damp, and you take the time to inhale its freshness before hot blood is spilled, turning the ground to a mushy, fleshy soup. The day is overcast, heavy grey clouds that look like the mould on bread swelling in the sky, ready to start leaking, dripping down into the open fields. Grass stomped into a muddy mush as feet frantically fight for ground, desperate to keep steady before they’re trodden down into the dirt, trampled and crushed beneath the weight of an army.
If you fall, you cannot rise. Not with a writhing mass of violence crowding the land, oozing bloodlust so thick it won’t matter which army you fight for. A body shouldn’t rise from the mud, any attempts to would be met with steel slicing down in a frantic jolt.
You turn from the entrance of your tent, making for the bed, moving slowly, peacefully, to the protective coatings you’ll be wearing in a couple of hours. The leather that will stick and slide over your skin, wet with blood and sweat, hopefully some rain, too. Heat gathers quickly in the midst of battle, and between the stink of gore and the sweltering sweat that greases any soldier’s grip, rain and wind are much appreciated for their gentle touches.
Your nose twitches as a breeze passes through the camp, quiet in the early hours of misty, grey dawn. Even beneath the cover of your tent, the smell of the battlefield can reach you—damp and bloody, contaminating the fresh air you’d been treating yourself to.
Something shifts inside of you, and you glance down at yourself, hesitantly raising your palm to your lower stomach. You only found out about your condition mere weeks ago, but even had you only found out this morning, you would still be here, preparing for your freedom.
The baby won’t survive, anyway. Not with what your body has turned into.
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“You’re ready for today?”
A wry smile curves your lips, settling deeper into the chair that’s been set to one side of his room, the large bed in the centre already made despite him having risen as recently as yourself. Neither of you have ever particularly been ones for sleeping in, having so much to do at all times of day. “I’ve been ready for the past five hundred years,” you answer, leaning your chin on the heel of your palm.
The King of Hybern reflects your smile—the slightest twist of his lips. “Perhaps I made a mistake sending Amarantha to seize control of Prythian,” he muses, slipping the shirt over his head, pulling his dark, shoulder-length hair free of the collar once it’s on, making to tighten the laces that can be used to close the V of the hem. A note of dissatisfaction slides beneath your skin as his amulet is obscured—a hollow iron circle, his crest welded from the dark metal inset to its centre.
“Perhaps,” you agree lightly, watching as his fingers tighten the ties of his trousers, noting the distinct lack of armour—he’ll be watching over the Cauldron today. “Though in that case she might still be alive,” you murmur quietly, a little smile dancing in your eyes.
“You disgrace her,” he chuckles lowly, pulling the thick coat from his bed, leather on its exterior to keep out the bite of wind or the lick of rain, while lined with a warm fleece. “You trained beside her for a good portion of your life, at least honour her memory.” The King of Hybern shucks on the coat, the hem of leather coming down past his knees, and he adjusts the cuffs before making for the large, wooden chest at the foot of his bed.
“There was little to honour,” you counter, straightening in the chair as you watch him decide on which daggers to hide beneath the coat. “She was brash and brazen at the best of times, too quick to grow comfortable on her throne. And I never liked her bedside manner. She was always too grabby and rough for my liking.”
“She was ambitious,” he counters, strapping a small blade to the interior of the coat, hidden away in a pocket on his left side. He pauses, briefly considering something, then glancing over you, how you’re lazily sprawled across his chair, “though her nails could have been a bit shorter. They were an unpleasant surprise, at times.”
Your lips curve at one corner, sharing a look with him, before he returns to selecting his daggers, settling on one with a jagged, serrated edge, a wicked hook to its tip.
It’s then he turns, blades concealed beneath his coat and he silently walks to you, charcoal eyes glittering as you sit straighter. “How long have you been serving me now?” He asks, pausing at your side, so you have to incline your chin to look at him, baring your throat. “Five centuries? Six?”
“Six and a half,” you reply, “if you’re counting foot soldier duties as serving.”
He smiles a strange smile, glittering teeth showing briefly beneath familiar lips. “Loyalties are rewarded,” he says cryptically, his palm settling beneath your jaw, inclining your chin—it would be easy for him to snap your neck with the slightest snap of his hands. “Have you thought about what you want?”
“It seems greedy to ask for something before I’ve even succeeded at winning this war,” you reply.
“Consider it a show of assurance,” he remarks, “I have no doubt you’ll prove instrumental to Prythian’s ruin. Now, what would you like, upon your victory?”
Your eyes gleam with hunger, and you wonder if it’s at all possible he might not already know what you desire, more than anything. And looking at the way those charcoal eyes of his are gleaming, as if goading you on, urging the words to spill like honey from your velvety tongue—you feel it’s impossible. He knows what your request will be. And he’s practically dragging the desire from your throat, with the grip he has on it.
“Make me your queen.”
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Darkness pounds at your mind, eyes aching as if the blood vessels are bursting, hot pressure building, ready to splash out through your pupils. The air is cool…cold, skin hypersensitive to the slightest shift in temperature, telling you there’s a layer of sweat over your exterior, alerting you to each swish of air.
Your thigh stings, the laceration taking its time to heal, longer than others of your kind would. The small cuts you’d been given the day before—a few inches long—have scabbed over, no longer in danger of leaking blood, but there’s going to be a definite pucker around each cut. A shiver traces up your spine, an involuntary shudder passing through your lungs as coldness sweeps across your skin, like a winter’s breeze.
Slowly, keeping your breathing as even as possible, you crack an eye open, only to be met with darkness. Hesitantly, the other slides open, and you peek at your surroundings but the dark seems impenetrable, thick and absolutely solid. Your nostrils flare, and the faint smell of ammonia and iron waft up along with the sharp tang you associate with stomach acid, the air itself thick and damp, slightly humid. Fertile and rife, perfect for things to start growing.
Casting your gaze downward, you can spot the stitching that’s covering the split in your right thigh, jaggedly stitched up, and from the looks of it you’re quite glad you weren’t conscious for it. You also notice the grime that’s already begun settling on you, dirt and mud and gore still layering your skin, save for the small perimeter that’s been cleaned around your thigh. The thought of how you must smell is a grim one.
“You’re awake,” a voice observes from the darkness, making your ears twitch.
You keep your mouth tightly sealed, waiting to hear what the observer has to say. Let them speak their part first, before you start making your own moves. Already you can tell this one is different from the previous ones—yesterday’s one had a lighter voice, squeaky and dragging. This one sounds like the first roll of thunder before a storm breaks.
“You’ll forgive me for the haphazard stitching. Healers are needed elsewhere.”
So this one’s to blame for the child’s-quilt on your thigh. It’s more than likely it was done intentionally carelessly, rather than simply poorly—poor stitching could lead to further infection, while careless stitching just might leave a trace of a scar. On a regularly healing body, at least.
Straightening in your chair, you try to pick out where the voice is coming from, but the darkness is so thick, and your eyes have barely had a chance to adjust, and with the faelight bobbing above your head there’s little chance they will anytime soon. Keeping them shut would be the quickest way, but it would be leaving yourself open. More open than you already are, that is, with your arms bound at your back. They haven’t bothered to shackle you to the chair itself today, the ties from yesterday are gone, and you can feel the weight of the stone around your wrists: Gorsian shackles—utterly useless on you.
“What do you want today?” You ask into the darkness, stretching your fingers to keep them awake and ready. It’s already been at least three days, and you suspect whoever has come to visit today isn’t just any old torturer. You can tell from the silence they keep, how undetectable they are despite your honed senses, sharper than most’s. They had to be, for you to survive.
“The same thing anyone might want from a prisoner of war,” the voice replies, ghosting through the room, bouncing about in the darkness so it’s impossible to tell its root. “And what is that?” You ask, following the script, familiar with the direction of the conversation—unaccustomed, however, to be on this side of it. “Information,” the voice replies, and there’s less than a second of detectable presence before your hair is wrapped around a fist and dragged back, your throat exposed as you’re positioned over the back of the chair, making it impossible to swallow. The faelight glares down at you, beaming into your adjusted eyes, and you’re forced to squint as your vision blurs from the sting of the light and the grip on your scalp. Cool steel settles just below your jaw, the tip of a blade spiking into the soft flesh just beneath the hollow of your mouth.
Your teeth grit together, hissing sharply at the roughness of the touch, thigh aching from the tension that shot through your body. A laugh forces its way from your chest, ragged and strained as you peer up into the faelight, pupils tightening to slits in the face of the brightness, “give me something in return. I can’t very well go back empty handed, can I?”
Your captor roughly tugs on your hair, your lip twitching a little from the pain but otherwise unruffled. “You might go back with no hands at all, unless you’re careful.”
“Threats already? You haven’t even told me what you’re after,” you bite out, voice heavy and grim.
A beat passes between you, then the steel is flipped away between deft fingers, removed from your throat in favour of pressing to your sternum—a warning before the cuts begin, gradually skinning you alive until they get what they want. Fury simmers quietly inside of you, but you keep it tucked away. That’ll only come in useful once the pain starts setting in. A fuel to fall back on when food would become a problem. But it’s high time you return to your king. You’ve spent long enough here, all because of a stupid, foolish…
“Would you like to hear something interesting, then? In the name of compromise?” The voice asks, low and rasping, and you sit silently, waiting for what they have to say.
“The one who visited you yesterday, the day before that, and the day before that…each one refused to come back the next day. Insisted there was something wrong with you.” The hand tightens on your hair then releases, the presence vanishing like a flame snuffed out, leaving your skin tingling with awareness. “Once is by chance, twice is a coincidence, but three…three’s a pattern.”
Something hisses past your ear, and you jerk in your seat, not foolish enough to stand. You glare into the darkness, peering deep from beneath your lowered brows, lips turned down in the corners as you try to pick out even the faintest shadow, but they all blend together so seamlessly, like one giant, blank wall. Not a single shape to be found.
Something whispers to your left, then cracks to your right, your pulse beginning to pick up involuntarily form the confusing stimulus, attention split between both directions.
A figure steps into the grey shift in light, silent and menacing as it prowls forward, one military-grade boot in front of the other, and you take in the towering silhouette, the great wings looming in deeper shadow. Your eyes follow the light as it glides up his frame, revealing long legs clad in Illyrian leathers, scarred hands within easy reach of visible weapons, a lean waist and broad chest, the Night Court insignia clear over his heart. Cold, cutting hazel eyes, with a glint you recognise. After having spent so many centuries gazing into eyes like that, it would be strange to not be able to place the intense glint of honed reproach, the look that desires utter eradication of the thing that’s causing suffering.
Calm and deadly, he is your exterminator.
“We’ll start with an easy question,” he says, gaze unfaltering as he meets your own.
“What is it that makes all kinds of magic recoil from you, General?”
A slow smile breaks across your lips, delicately curving in a mocking grin. You should have known this would be his question, that they would have figured something was wrong with you by now—the slowed healing, the way their magic leans back from you, as if trying to scuttle away.
“And you?” You ask, a gleam in your eye. “What’s your title?”
His mask doesn’t shift, not even the slightest hint of emotion in his dark eyes. Just silence. Patient, grating, silence.
“Not even the name of my captor?” You push, smile slipping away, settling back into a wall of ice to match his own—you can play that game, too. “Or are you nobody? You don’t seem like you’re nobody, though.” You angle your chin, shifting in the chair slightly, re-flexing your fingers, testing the gorsian shackles. “You’re clearly important, if you were sent in to investigate after three turned away, and considering the insignia you’re wearing, with those wings…master torturer of the Night Court?”
He inclines his head, “Spymaster. Shadowsinger.”
“And how do your shadows like me, Spymaster?” You murmur, able to guess the answer.
His dark eyes narrow on you almost imperceptibly, then his right hand is wrapping around the hilt of one of his blades, inset with strange markings, as dark as obsidian. The hairs on the nape of your neck rise as he thumbs the blade free, a sharp glint in his eye being the last thing you see of him before he steps away into shadow, falling seamlessly back into the darkness.
“How long had you planned to let this war go on for?” He rasps from the darkness, the question bounding in and out, coming from different sides that make it impossible to track his position. All while he’s free to observe from the shadow. “You ask that like we have control over the nature of war,” you reply neutrally, keeping your gaze sharp, but all it looks the same. If you could find a way to put the faelight out, or to lure him to stand before you… Getting some information first would be preferable, though.
“But maybe we had an idea.”
The sound of steel slicing through air comes from your right, and you instinctively follow the familiar hiss of a blade, body tensing, as if expecting it to come flying out from the darkness.
“You’d have to be confident in a victory to have a timeframe in mind.” His rasp echoes throughout the room you’re kept in, whispering in varying volumes as it’s bounced off shadow. “We’ve had a long time to prepare,” you reply vaguely, features remaining blank, despite being unable to so much as feel the weight of his attention. If it wasn’t for the fact you’d seen him, and were having a conversation, you wound’t believe he was in here with you. You hate to admit it, but it’s impressive.
“And I suppose you believed you’d win?” He questions.
“I know we’ll win. Whether I’m in here or not.”
The steel tip of a blade grazes the top of your back, slowly tracing the length of your shoulders, occasionally pressing deep enough to disrupt the skin, but mostly remaining as a taunting reminder—he could choose to cut you at any moment, as deeply or as slowly as he pleases. “What made you believe that? Numbers? Experience? Speeches?”
“We have the cauldron,” you reply, keeping apprehension clear from your voice, the tip of the blade pressing a little too deeply into the back of your left shoulder. “What was it like, by the way? Seeing your soldiers wiped from existence in the blink of an eye?” The blade bites into your skin, probably pushed in to about an inch of flesh, and you grit your teeth as he twists the steel, opening the wound up. “I’m fairly certain we targeted your aerial armies on the first day,” you grit out, remembering the wings at his back. “I’m guessing you knew some of that scum?”
The blade retracts calmly, but he makes no further incisions, walking back around to stand in front of you. He’s strangely under control, considering how badly the war will be going for his side.
“Why are you so repulsive to fae magic?” He repeats. Unruffled by the comment. Good. “Why don’t you come closer and figure it out yourself?” You reply, noting the living shadows that are gliding down from his shoulders. “See if your shadows can answer that question.”
He regards you silently, then slides the blade back into its home at his hip, walking forward until he crowds your space, scarred fingers biting brutally into your cheeks, squeezing as he leans down. “I don’t think I need an answer. Not anymore.” You keep your mouth shut, confused by what he’s saying. “You see, despite your certainty, you were proved wrong. Two days ago. I would like to know what it is about you that makes magic react the way it does, but at the end of the day, it’s ultimately of no importance.”
You glare up at him, muscles tense from the grip he has on your cheeks, squeezing your jaw.
“You lost the war,” he says, quietly. “Your king was decapitated by one of the humans he used as a test subject. Felled by his own creation.”
There’s no falsity in his gaze, just ugly, unforgiving, truth.
And he’s in reach.
You twist your wrists in a snappy movement, harsh enough the already weakened gorsian stone crumbles away, allowing you to launch from the chair, hand seamlessly wrapping around the hilt of his blade, sliding it free with the familiar sing of steel.
He’s caught off guard—it’s impossible to break out of those shackles—his moments of surprise allowing you to use his weight against him, pushing into the frame of muscle in the places you’re familiar with, tripping him up. His wings thrash as they’re caught beneath him, shadows vanishing at your proximity, shoved away to some godsforsaken pocket as you aim the blade for his throat, his own scarred hands wrapping around your wrists to loosen your hold. But fae are made of magic, their very strength dependant on it. Encountering a creature that nullifies any and all types…his muscles tremble beneath you, shaking with the force of keeping you from plunging the blade into his throat.
“I’ll kill you, and your High Lord,” you hiss, leveraging your own weight, so the blade sinks down toward the bare, unprotected part of flesh. “I’ll end every single one of you, and I’ll save that abomination for last,” you snarl, in regard to the human who he’d told you decapitated your king.
His strength is draining swiftly, and he knows you can sense it, can feel the tremble in his muscles, and the steel inches closer, spurred on by his weakness.
The Spymaster grits his teeth as he shifts suddenly beneath you, allowing you to gain precious inches so the steel scratches the swell in his male throat, but in turn allowing him to raise his leg from the ground, stomping his boot into your stomach, sending you flying back, crashing into the chair you’d been sat on, the faelight flickering above.
Your lips part, eyes going wide as nausea rises up swiftly, having only seconds before you’re vomiting onto the floor, heaving up chewed food and saliva, a dizzying feeling sweeping through your entire body.
You’re flipped over not even a second after you get the first clear breath down, the Spymaster over you, dark eyes cold as ice as the steel of that blade glints in the unnaturally pale faelight. The blade hisses down, aimed to slice up beneath your ribs, cutting into your heart, but his eyes have dropped to the hand you have over your abdomen. Nostrils flaring at the slight tang of blood.
His features slack. “You’re—”
You take the chance, knocking the blade from his hand, reaching to wrap your hands around his throat, but something impacts with your temple, a second figure coming from the darkness that you hadn’t noticed, and you feel as the hit registers.
A fresh wave of dizziness slams into you, the world tilting dramatically before you’re slumping, heading for the floor before hands catch you. Making sure you don’t land on your front.
The world goes silent.
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Redamancy: Chapter Twenty-Nine
Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?
Warnings: does a handsy Jasper need a warning?
Notes: oh my god it’s been so long, I’ve been eating myself up over not posting. I’ve been working myself to death, but I’ve finally got a long weekend off and so I used it to get back to what makes me happy - this story! Omg I hope you guys love it🥹 I also have to go through and update my taglist later tonight, so bear with me on that until I add it!
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• April 3rd, 2006 • Forks HS •
Reader
Tingly.
That’s the state of my body this morning, the state of my mind.
Not only am I riding an emotional high from our conversation this weekend, but my dream last night… Good lord, that dream.
I can feel the echoes of his fingers on my skin, the coolness of his lips, the wet trail they would’ve left behind… the solid weight of what surely his body would feel like, pressed against mine. I can imagine all of what it would be like vividly, to be under him, to get carried away, to just explore-
“You alright, darlin’?”
His voice jolts me from the day dreaming stare I had on the locker before me, caught red handed. To make matters worse, that deep southern tenor questioned me inches from my ear, causing a blush to heat my cheeks to an almost uncomfortable degree.
“Perfectly fine, why?” I immediately busy myself within my locker so that I don’t have to face him right away.
“You do remember that I can feel you, right?” His voice is low and his hands find my hips tenderly, but the air changes around us.
My heart rate skyrockets, this is dangerous. His fingers flex against me and the death grip I have on this book in my hands turns my knuckles white.
“Jasper-” his name is a whispered warning, but also a plea.
“I know.” Instantly a cooling, soothing balm blankets our tension and I release the tightness in my chest. Leaning backwards into him I just feel tired all of a sudden, like I had run a marathon. “Let’s get out of here.”
His request sounds more like a demand and I twist in his arms, “Is that a good idea?”
“Darlin’, I don’t have many of those these days.” His mouth quirks up in a lopsided grin as he shoves all of my school supplies back in my locker, shutting it and tugging me along behind him towards the student parking lot.
Jasper
Something is on her mind, something dangerous. Something I absolutely want to know, something I’m not sure I have the strength for, but I can’t help it - it’s her.
I’ve never been more thankful for an overcast day with no rain: perfect motorcycle weather. Come to think of it, my sister had a knowing look in her eyes as my siblings all piled into their respective vehicles as I straddled my bike this morning. A decision that currently led me to now: Y/n and I leaving school before midday.
Those thoughts I interrupted earlier have her quiet, but her emotions are raging and it is driving me insane. Curiosity, need, nervousness - a dangerous concoction begging to overtake my rational mind. Separating myself from her feelings is almost impossible at this point, she is so well ingrained in me.
Finally arriving at my thankfully empty home, I shut my motorcycle off and offer a steady hand to help her dismount. Swinging my own leg over, I turn towards her and lean against it, observing her for a moment with crossed arms.
“What?” She makes eye contact as she struggles with the chin strap of my helmet.
Grabbing the helmet by the chin piece, I gently tug her forward between my legs, “Tell me.” I lace the command with neediness to encourage her to be pliant.
And judging by the way her lips part behind the dark visor, the immediate dilation of her eyes, and the weight of her hands settling on my thighs gently, I might’ve laid it on a little too thick.
Chuckling, I free her from my helmet and riding jacket. By the time I finish, she seems to snap from the daze and her hands clench on top of my legs.
“Not fair, Hale.” Feisty this morning.
I lean forward towards her ear with a grin as I stand from my bike to put away the gear, “All’s fair in love and war, sweetheart.”
Reaching to swat my chest, I grab her hand gently before she could injure herself.
Pausing as I hang my jacket up, her teasing response sends excitement through me, “Two can play at that game, baby.”
Stepping into my room, I realize too late what has her curiosity: my desk. Well, the art that occupies every inch, my art.
“What is all this?” Leafing through pencil sketches of my favorite hunting spots and pen etchings of my family at random moments, she gets to the important ones hidden below. Her breathing hitches and I know she’s found them, the ones of her.
Some are in pencil, some are in random felt-tip pens, but my favorites? Those are charcoal. A decently basic medium, but I feel like it captures so much more than anything else ever could. Maybe it’s because I use my fingers to smudge and shape her perfect curves and lines, but it radiates emotion in sweeping gestures and subtle shading - something that’s hard to capture with anything else.
“There’s-” awe, shock, surprise, they all shuffle through her and I’m on edge, waiting to hear her thoughts. “There’s so many…”
I watch her carefully examine each one and I smile when she chuckles at a few - some of her at school, some of her here in my home, moments I not only committed to memory, but to paper.
“Now you know what I do with my free time.” I smile through the minuscule anxiety that bubbles up at her seeing my secret hobby. Everyone in my family knows I draw, but they haven’t seen my drawings.
“Jasper…” I can tell she’s getting emotional, but a part of me is excited for her to see my innermost thoughts on paper, to see herself through my eyes - the unaltered beauty she contains.
“You haven’t even seen the ones I cherish the most.” Opening a familiar sketchbook buried under many other drawings, I reveal my favorites. “The very first ones.”
Her breath hitches, running a reverent finger down the first page. It’s the very first moment I saw her, crouched, scooping up papers on her first day of high school in Forks - absolutely radiant.
“You were a vision that day. A beautiful tornado that wrecked my world, I tried to capture every detail from memory because I never want to forget-”
Her hand finding my cheek breaks me from my explanation and my eyes find her watery ones, mouth open, searching for words clearly hard to get out, “Jasper…”
“I love you.” My confession steals her breath completely this time, the first time I’ve uttered these words aloud and it feels absolutely right. “I’ve loved you since the moment you hit me with that door. I knew I was absolutely ruined for anyone else and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Tilting her chin up with the tip of my finger as it wobbles at my confession, I smile, “Say something, darlin’.”
“I love you, too.” Now it’s my turn to go wholly still. “I knew from the moment I saw you I’d never be the same, I was yours-”
I couldn’t wait another second, I closed the minuscule gap between our mouths to seal these confessions. I love her and she loves me. Me.
Tilting her head back slightly as I cradle her, I take my cue to deepen the kiss, to pull her closer carefully. Groaning into her mouth, fuck I can’t get enough of her. Trailing kisses down her jawline as she tips her head to the side for much needed air, her gasps drive me to lift her onto my desk.
“Jaz…” her breathy plea of my nickname freezes me, panic seizing my actions.
“I am a gentleman, but only just barely.” My voice is gravel in my own ears, breathed down the slender column of her throat.
A shiver from her causes me to clench my jaw and attempt to gather myself.
“Maybe I don’t want a gentleman right now.” Her whisper damns me, it fucking sets me on fire.
A slamming door downstairs straightens my spine and my hands abandon the exploration of her. Fuck, my family’s timing couldn’t be better, but also worse.
“Honey, we’re home!” Emmett’s booming voice echoes up the stairs and immediately I know he knows, he can probably smell it.
Huffing, I help her regain her footing and straighten her clothes from the rumpled mess my hands made of it. I also take half a thought to smooth her arousal, a damn shame-but a necessity if we’re to face my siblings for the rest of the evening.
“Fucking Emmett.” Her frustration draws a chuckle from me as we make our way downstairs.
“I heard that!” My brother’s response causes her to roll her eyes at me playfully and I shake my head, my heart weighing much fuller in my chest as she plucks its invisible strings with her shit-eating grin.
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— TIRED OF YOU ʚɞ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨
← 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞
warnings: swearing, blood, arguments
Patrolling with Ellie was y/ns favorite things to do, being her source of peace. So, when Ellie switched out of her patrol shift with y/n for the second time in a row, she couldn’t help but be mad and automatically ignore Ellie to give her a taste of her own medicine. Hours after a heated argument before y/n’s patrol, Ellie seems to lose all her senses when her patrol replacement returns without y/n.
Patrolling along side Ellie was y/n’s main source of peace. When it was just the two of them, wandering the grassy fields and chasing one another through the trees, the uncomfortability that surrounded y/n melted away and left behind a little girl amazed by the wonders around her. The distaste constantly directed at her became nothing but a ragged memory.
“Y/n, y/n! Oh my god look!” Ellie called out, pointing ahead and turning to face her. Childish glee coated her face and she jumped on her heels excitedly.
Y/n quickly finished tying shimmers lead onto a tree branch and ran up to the delightful girl to see what she referred to.
She couldn’t be help but laugh when spotting Ellies object of reference.
A rusted orange unicycle laid in a bush. Ellie ran up to it and lifted it off the ground, seeing if it was functional. She rotated the wheel which creaked and resisted at first, but then loosened up and turned easily.
“Help me get on.” Ellie insisted, sticking her arm out to hold.
“Ok Els but if you eat shit you’re not allowed to blame me.” y/n giggled, one hand on Ellies waist and another on her arm as she mounted the unicycle and found her balance.
“Ok, ok let go.”
As y/n backed away hesitantly, Ellie leaned forward, attempting to centralize her weight stand taller. Her body swayed as the wheel rolled back and forth, tipping her side to side.
Her eyes wide and a maniatic smile on her face, Ellie looked up at y/n as she started finding her balance and gently pedaling.
“Look im going it! Haha get fucked! Thought i wouldn’t be able to do it, huh?” Ellie laughed.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself there.” Y/n said when Ellies arms started frantically grabbing onto nothing but air as the wheel tilted to the side.
Before y/n could reach over and help her, the unicycle flew forward and Ellie fell onto her behind, releasing a huff of air when she landed and groaning. She was surprised when she felt the entirety of her pants get soaked, realizing she felt into a dip in the concrete that held old, muddy rain water.
Hysterically laughing, y/n ran up to her and crouched next to her, trying to help her up.
“Oh yeah so funny isnt it?” Ellie said, holding back her own laughter and grabbing onto the arm y/n held out to her.
When y/n expected to pull Ellie up, she was strongly and suddenly pulled into the puddle along with the girl, also getting her pants and hands wet.
“Oh are you fucking kidding me!” Y/n yelled, attempting to sound angry but failing.
“Yeah whose laughing now huh?” Ellie said, reaching up to catch y/ns wrists as she tried to playfully punch her.
The two laughed hysterically and rolled in the puddle for a few minutes, the warm summer sun shining down on them and causing a golden overcast on all the nature surrounding them.
Ellies grey eyes shone a hazey green under the sun and her skin prickled pink under her freckles.
"Wait! Stay right here.” Y/n suddenly said, jumping onto her feet and running to her pack that laid next to Shimmer. She pulled out a weathered white polaroid camera from her bag and clicked the button to turn it on.
Tommy had found the camera and dozens of boxes of film while on a patrol and gifted it to y/n to celebrate her one year at Jackson. As she began taking photos, she realized she had no where to store them. Ellie suggested the two of them made y/n her own polaroid album so, the two got together on Joels porch one hot summer day and made the photo album.
Now, y/n only stores her favorite of memories and people in the album, being mainly pictures of Tommy, Joel, and Ellie. She wanted to keep pictures and remembrances of the small, joyful moments of her life. The moments where she was nothing but happy. Surrounded by so much negativity and darkness, inside and outside of Jackson, she wanted to keep these memories close and never let herself forget them.
So now, under the hot Wyoming sun, she had to take a picture. The rarity of this warm, comforting weather made the moment all the more special, the golden overcast taking over everything.
y/n walked back to Ellie who was distracted with the unicycle, sitting on the ground and twisting some random screws to see if she could better the device
y/n brought the camera up eye and looked through the viewfinder, landing on the brunette girl before her.
“Ellie.” Y/n called, snapped the picture the very second she whipped her head around.
Ellies hands clasped over her eyes and laughed at the suddenness of the camera flash. “Jesus no warning or anything. Gonna make me go blind.”
Shaking the image, y/n ran back to her pack and pulled out the diy photo album and came back to Ellie. She flipped to the last page with three empty slots in the bottom and slid in the forming picture. The two sat and stared at the polaroid, watching the figures form and the white screen turn a yellow tint.
“Oh wow. You look so pretty.” Y/n said, the minimal comment making Ellies cheeks redden.
“Shut up.” She mumbled, receiving only giggles from y/n who knew her compliments to Ellie always left the girl jittery and pink.
“I have a question for you.” Ellie began as the two sat on the concrete floor.
“Hmm?” Y/n hummed in response as she flipped through the pages of the photo album.
“How come you never put pictures people take of you in the album? like you only put pictures you take of other people.” She asked. Y/n froze for a moment, unsure of how to respond. “I guess, i like keeping memories from my perspective, ya know?”
“Hm.” Was all Ellie responded with a nod. She leaned forward and grabbed the camera from the ground beside y/n and brought it to her eyes. “Smile.”
Y/n laughed, her hand flying up as to cover the camera lens but Ellie quickly took the photo before she could.
“You bitch!” Y/n laughed. Ellie stuffed the polaroid in her pocket. “Not gonna put it in here?” Y/n asked, suggesting to the album.
“No way. You get to keep pictures of your favorite things from your perspective and i get to keep a picture of mine from my perspective.”
Y/n couldn’t help but blush and look away from Ellie at the suggestion that she was her favorite thing.
“Now c’mon, we gotta go back and pretend we did shit.”
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“The fuck do you mean your here in Ellies place?” Y/n yelled at the man before her.
“Uhh i mean she asked Maria to switch out so she took my shift and now im here.”
Y/n sighed angrily. It was the third time Ellie decided to switch out of her patrol, specifically the patrols she had paired with y/n.
Y/n couldn’t help but feel devastated, her best friend seemed to be avoiding her and patrolling with her.
It’d been a three weeks since their last patrol, y/n decidedly giving Ellie the silent treatment after the second schedule change. Y/n even didn’t show up to Friday movie night at Ellies. She was angry and hurt and couldn’t help but jump to the conclusion that Ellie was in fact, getting tired of her.
Shed feared this for ages, the two constantly together. Shed feared that her inability to socialize with the people in Jackson would take a toll on their relationship and cause Ellie to find others, realizing try were better than her. Normal.
Y/n turned on her heels, having plans on exactly what she was going to do the 40 minutes she had left before patrol.
Ellie was awoken by five heavy bangs on her door.
“What do you want?” She sleepily called out, twisting and turning on the couch shed fallen asleep in.
“Open the fucking door Ellie.”
Ellie jumped to her feet, her senses immediately sharpened and at ready. She looked into the small mirror hung on her wall, rapidly pulling out the hair tie that held it together and brushing it with her fingers and straightening her hoodie.
“Uhhh coming!” Ellie yelled, aggressively cursing when her foot came into painful contact with the leg of her couch.
When the door swung open, y/n’s almost had to hold back a laugh. Ellie huddled in front of her, her socked foot in her hand, her hair all over her face, and imprints from the couch stamped in her cheek. But the comical image in front of her didn’t dissipate her anger, the very imprints she wanted to laugh now making her just more furious.
“The fuck is up with you? Im being fucking partnered with some seventeen year old twig that doesn’t know his head from his as because you wont fucking take the shift.” Y/n began, pushing herself past Ellie and into the house.
She knew the house so well, pictures of the two and pieces of paper littered with doodles and drawings covered the walls. Y/n had spent countless nights on that couch, being delirious from laughter and too lazy to walk back to your house.
“You’ve been avoiding me l and its clear and if theres something you want to me then just say it because u swear to god Ellie i cant deal with this petty bullshit-“
“Y/n what the fuck are you on about!” Ellie yelled, a face of confusion.
“Im talking about the fact that you’ve switched out of every single patrol we’ve been partnered for the last three god damn weeks and have provided no reason! AND i literally haven’t seen you in ages!”
“Yeah because every time i talk to you you practically have been running away! You didn’t even come on Friday or let me know why!”
“Ive been ignoring you cause you’ve been fucking bailing on patrol, also without letting me know why! You obviously don’t seem to want to be around me and if thats the case i want you to say it. Because i am tired of expecting you to show up and getting some fucking runt.”
“Oh my god y/n stop being so fucking dramatic! I don’t always have to be around you, i have my own shit going on! Its not my fault you’re incapable of working with people like you’re fucking supposed to!”
Y/ns mouth closed and her eyes clouded with hurt. Ellie couldn’t believe she’d just said what she said, her pwn eyes widening and her hands cautiously to reach towards Y/n’s shoulders. “Y/n i didn’t-“
“Don’t.” Was all she said before storming out of the door, leaving Ellie with her face in her hands and collapsing to sit on the edge of her bed.
Fuckfuckfuck. Was all she could repeat in her mind. Shed just told off her best friend and used the thing she was most insecure about against her. She was disgusted with herself and the carelessness of her mouth.
Ellie never meant for this to happen. She meant to distance herself from y/n for the sake of her feelings but not to ruin their relationship. That was the one thing she was trying to preserve. She refused to let turmoiling feeling of love brewing within her whenever they laid eyes on one another ruin their bond and now, she let that distance hurt that now sped down the streets on Jackson to get to the gate and leave as soon as possible.
“Woah kid! Slow your roll.” She heard from a voice she rushed by, stopping her in her tracks. “Where ya off to walking like that?”
“Hey Tommy.” Y/n sighed, a small smile coming to her lips. He could always do that. Anytime y/n was spiraling in her anger or swallowing in her sorrow, he could cheer her up with just the enthusiastic call of his voice. “Boutta go out on patrol.”
“With the mousey kid? Luke i think his name is.” Tommy asked, a face of confusion.
Y/n rolled her eyes. “Seems like it. Ellie was supposed to be scheduled but shes-“ Y/n cut herself off, looking down at her boots in an offputtish manner.
Tommy knew there was something going on. He’s been able to sense it for a week or two. Hed try asking subtle questions to the both of them, but he’d only ever received dismissive jokes or immediate changes of subject.
“Whats goin’ on with you two? Ive barely seen y’all together the past few weeks.” Tommy asked, y/n rubbing her hands against her face and groaning.
“I don’t even know man. We just talked and she said some shit and im really fucking pissed at her cause she said some pretty messed up stuff but i also wasn’t exactly in the right i guess but- i don’t even know.”
Tommy put a comforting hand on her shoulder and squeezed it, lowering his head slightly to meet with her eye to eye. “Look kid. You two have been best friends since the second y’all met. You’ve been constantly together for three years and that wont come with some kind of disputes but one thing is for sure. Y’all love each other and you’ll get over it.”
“I guess your right.” Y/n mumbled, breathing in to regain her composure.
“C’mon, ill walk you to the gate.” Tommy said, hugging her from the side and the two walking off.
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“Look, just keep fucking quiet ok. In and out thats how we’re gonna do this. You follow my lead and nothing else. Got it?” Y/n commanded harshly, her finger inches away from the boys face.
About four hours into their patrol, y/n and the boy she was partnered with came across a deserted warehouse that looked promising. It was five stories tall and incredibly large. Being just two of them, they had to rely on stealth and quickness, two things y/n doubted Luke was capable of.
“Yes ma’am. Got it.” Luke said, urgently nodding his head.
“Don’t call me ma’am.”
“Yes ma- Sorry.”
Y/n placed her hand on the handle of the door leading into the side of the warehouses first floor. She slowly pushed it open, the rusted hinges creaking at the action.
The two crouched down, listening for any sign of movement. When there wasn’t any apparent threat detected, she pushed in through the door.
The place looked like any other abandoned building, littered with old trash, broken tables, and rusted machines.
One each side of the floor there were doorways. Y/n raised her hand and signaled to the one on the other end of the room considering the other doorway was slightly blocked, scurrying forward and looking around carefully with eyes peeled for anything that could be useful.
When they reached the door way, it led to a stairwell, the lights broken, making it completely dark.
“Take out your flashlight.” She whispered to him.
He swung his bag in front of him and frantically searched it for the flash light. When he found it, he pulled it out with so much momentum it flew out of his hand, the bulky metal light slamming against the hollow metal stairs, the sound echoing off of the walls of the entire stairwell.
“Are you fucking kidding me? The fuck is wrong with you?” Y/n seethed, her body automatically placing itself directly in front of him, chests almost touching and her eyes stabbing into him.
“I-im sorry i didn’t m-mean to drop it.” He spit quickly.
“I swear to god if you get us in trouble im going to beat your fucking ass. Be careful!”
Luke urgently nodded, his eyes wide and embarrassed.
Y/n turned around and began to go up the stairs, her steps quiet and careful. She turned around and pressed her finger to her lips, telling him to be utterly silent.
The sound of clicks and groans started to grow along with the shuffling of feet.
Shit.
“Backbackbackback-“ y/n started saying urgently, practically jumping down the steps and dashing to the doorway.
Luke closely behind, four infected rushing down the stairs wildly, trampling over one another in desperation.
Once through the doorway, Luke shut the two doors. A bit ahead y/n stopped running, Luke slamming into her back at her sudden halt when he turned which caused her to fall forward on the ground. From the door way on the other side, three runners clawed over the desk, their force pushing it forward and getting them closer and closer to climbing over.
Luke stood above y/n, eyes dashing back and forth from the girl trying to get herself up and the infected trying to get to them from either side.
“Fuck-“ He said weakly. He looked down at the struggling girl, her fall making her fall onto a pile of rubbled stone and concrete and pulling blood.
“Im sorry. Im so so sorry.” The boy said as he backed towards the the door they’d come in.
“No, no, NO!” y/n yelled from her place on the ground, holding her knee that bled aggressively and ached brutally.
“YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH, COWARD! IF I MAKE IT OUT OF HERE ALIVE IM GONNA COME FOR YOU YOU PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT! I SWEAR TO GOD LUKE!” y/n yelled, her voice hoarse and pained.
As he left through the door, shutting it closed y/n tried to stand and look around, spotting what seemed like a closet or storage unit behind her.
Finally, the runners finally busted through the barrier, recollecting themselves and setting their sight on the target.
Y/n tumbled back towards the door, dragging her leg with the injured knee.
Once she met the handle, she swung the door open and threw herself in, shutting the door with her and cutting out the infected by mere seconds.
On the ground, y/n rolled slowly herself into a ball, her knees to her chest that rose and fell frantically. The animalistic clawing at the door prevented her heart from calming or her breath from slowing, the sound a reminder as to how death was a single metal door away.
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“You did WHAT?” Tommy yelled furiously at the seated boy that sobbed deliriously before him.
“I-I couldn’t do anything. I ran and i got to the horse and came here.” He said, his words slurred and conjuncted with his cries.
Tommy’s fists tightened furiously at his side, his teeth clenching, resisting the urge to deck him.
Before Tommy could succumb to his urge, the door flew open, the person who came in just a blur before they immediately grabbed Luke by his shirt, standing him up and slamming him into the wall.
“Where the FUCK is she?” Ellie yelled, her voice reverberating through the room, everyone’s movements stilling at the excelling tension within the room.
Joel, who came in behind Ellie having just informed her of what happened, stood behind her, his hand hesitantly held up slightly and at ready to pull her off is she let her anger get the best of her.
“I- I- I don’t know how to tell you, it was pretty far out!” Luke cried, his voice begging for mercy.
Still holding his shirt, Ellie pulled him towards the table and forced his face to the map that sat on it, his face turning sideways at the expectation of getting it slammed into the metal.
“If you cant tell me then mark it.” She seethed, grabbing the pen next to her and slapped it onto the map right bellow his face and roughly let go of his shirt.
Hesitantly, Luke stood up straight and ran his hands over his shirt where Ellie clutched onto him. With shakey hands, he grabbed the pencil and studied the map.
What seemed like ages of silence passed over the room, everyones eyes between him and Ellie. Finally, he crouched forward and circles a spot on the map.
“There. Its this big warehouse that-“
Ellie didn’t let him finished before snatching the map and dashing out the room and she rolled it.
“Ellie, wait.” Joel called out, trailing behind her. “Think about this.”
“Fuck off Joel.” Was all Ellie said before leaving the building the were in and speeding off towards the gate, Joel giving up following her and watching her walk away, clutching the map in one hand and her other dipping into her pocket.
As she walked, she pulled out a polaroid from her pocket. Specifically, the polaroid of y/n taken on their last patrol. More specifically, the polaroid that made Ellie realize she was tragically head over heels for her best friend.
She looked down at it, the picture of her beautiful face igniting nothing but more fuel to her fire.
“Im gonna find you y/n/n. im gonna find you.”
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bucky barnes x reader
words: 912
warnings: **18+ ONLY** smüt, clothed s*ex, unprotected s*ex (don't do that), creampie.
a/n: i finally have some bucky spice on this blog!! praise be! any and all mistakes are mine. feedback is encouraged & appreciated ♡
What started out as an innocent lunch date had rapidly taken a turn neither you nor Bucky expected.
He'd driven you out to a beautiful piece of land with a small pond and trees surrounding it. The area was secluded, the only sound that of birds and other wildlife chittering about. Bucky laid out a thin blanket for the two of you to sit on, placing a basket filled with tea sandwiches and fruit in one corner.
It didn't take long for the act of feeding each other to light flames of desire. You were on your back with Bucky on top of you before you even realized it.
The skies had been overcast all morning, but you hadn't thought anything of it. When you felt the first raindrop on your cheek, you startled a little. Bucky pulled away from where he was sucking a bruise on your collarbone and raised a questioning eyebrow at you.
You opened your mouth to explain, but suddenly a downpour began. You shared a brief, surprised silence with Bucky, and then you were both rushing to gather your things and making a mad dash for his car. By the time you made it there, you were soaked to the bone, giggling as he fumbled to unlock the doors.
He made quick work of tossing the basket into the floorboard, rounding the car to the back so he could open the hatch and lower the seats until they were flat. He spread out the damp quilt you were previously sitting on and gestured for you to climb in. You hadn't stopped smiling the whole time.
“Never a dull moment with you, is it?” you giggled, settling on your back as Bucky followed with a matching grin. “It's always gotta be an adventure.”
“Of course! Have to make sure I keep you on your toes, make things interesting so you’ll stick around,” he replied with a wink.
It was easy to pick up where you'd left off. Bucky kissed you, slow and sensual, so good it had your toes curling. You thanked your lucky stars you'd chosen to wear a flowy skirt, because when he attempted to undress you and himself, he'd grunted in frustration. Your sodden clothes were sticking to your skin stubbornly.
He'd settled for pushing your shirt up as high as it could go and gave the same treatment for your skirt. He nearly ripped his own shirt in his haste to remove it and you laughed when he finally freed himself of it, chucking it to the side as he hastily unzipped his jeans. He definitely wouldn't have had luck taking those off all the way, so they were shoved halfway down his thighs, along with his underwear.
He wrapped his hand around his cock, giving it a few strokes to ease the tension, then reached to slide your panties to the side so he could sink two fingers into your warm pussy.
“F-Fuck,” you gasped, legs falling open as you welcomed him in.
Only a few minutes passed with him fucking his fingers into you before you got impatient.
“Bucky, please, just fuck me,” you begged.
He didn't even try to argue. He used your wetness to lube up his cock a bit, shuffling forward to line himself up and thrusting into you, wasting no time at all.
Your moans were almost drowned out by the sound of the rain, especially since he left the hatch open. Almost, but not quite. Instead, your soft sighs, calls of his name like a prayer, and lust-filled groans mixed with the rain like a symphony in perfect harmony.
Bucky’s hips pistoned into you in the best way. His cock filled you to your absolute limit, stretching you deliciously, hitting all the right places. You grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down to you. He rested his weight on his elbows, his hands gently pushing your wet hair off your face. He cradled your cheeks as he leaned in and kissed you, exhaling in bliss when your tongue met his. Your hands slid across the slippery skin of his back, desperate to just touch and feel and be as close as possible. You locked your ankles around him and held on.
“Fuck, baby. You're so tight, so warm,” he moaned, thrusting faster, harder.
You keened. “Just for you, Buck. Only for you. No one else. Never want anyone else.”
With a growl, Bucky began fucking you brutally, loving the way you cried out, voice cracking. You could feel the car shaking with his violent thrusts and the thought made you whine, had heat creeping up your neck. If anyone happened upon this area, not only would they be able to see the movement of the car, but they'd hear how good Bucky was fucking you.
“This pussy is mine,” he swore.
“Yes, yes, it's yours, I’m yours,” you agreed quickly.
He licked his thumb then brought it down to your swollen clit. You exclaimed his name, clenching around his cock as your orgasm hit you without warning. You whimpered, whined, riding out the pure ecstasy racing through your veins. Bucky thrusted a few more times before stilling, groaning deeply as he emptied himself inside you.
The rain continued pouring as you both breathed heavily in each other’s space. Bucky trailed soft kisses up your neck, mumbling praises that had you smiling bashfully.
It wasn't the original plan for the day, yet it turned out better. Much better.
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Listen we need more 👏older👏 virgin 👏larissa
Obviously it needs to be sub!Larissa 😆
Larissa and the reader have been together a long time but haven't slept together, leading to Larissa admitting she's inexperienced, super fluffy cute smut about reader showing Larissa all there is and Larissa having the best night of her life and feeling super loved 🫠
I love love love your writing and thought you'd make a perfect story ❤️
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Larissa Weems x f!reader
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a/n: I COMPLETELY AGREE. I AGREE SO HARD
sub!Larissa is so fucking cute to me for some reason and I'm glad I got a req to do it ehheheh. I like writing both, but it should be fun to finally be able to do the other perspective.
Thank you for trusting me with writing this! and for complimenting my writing <33 it means the world. i hope you enjoy, anon !
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You laid on the couch in your private quarters, the flames roaring as the overcast sky settled itself for the weekend, the small pattering of the rain landing on the window was tuned out as you held a book in your hands and welcomed a familiar weight on your chest - your lover, Larissa Weems.
Retiring to your quarters for the day was something that had become a routine for the two of you after months of dating - it had become a shared sanctuary for the both of you, especially Larissa as it let her be completely away from her work at the end of the day, all her worries fading away whenever she stepped through the doorway.
She was mindlessly twirling a lock of your hair between her fingers, taking in your scent with each breath as her cheek rested against your chest, watching her favorite show as you enjoyed each others company. Your free hand was tracing along her back, providing her comfort and making her subconsciously aware that you weren't leaving her side.
In the months that you had been dating, you had let Larissa set the pace of where this wanted to go. Being a professor and a principal at the same school definately had its ups and downs, but you made it work, regardless. Communication was the biggest thing in your relationship, making sure that any miscommunications or misunderstandings were made clear in a gentle tone, not wanting to upset the other and both knowing better than working on negative emotions.
You always tried to give her all the love that she deserved, all the love that she, sadly, never got from others. It pained you to think about the things that the precious woman right under your touch had been through, the days of heartbreak, the nights being unable to sleep, the countless amount of restless hours she had gone through without someone by her side to make her feel safe.
You vowed, since the moment you met her, you would always make her feel safe and comfortable in your company.
A large sigh had come from the peaceful beauty, breaking you from your focus on the book as a commercial played on the screen. Her hand had moved from your hair to trail under your shirt, tracing her fingertips along your stomach, her eyes looking down at your smooth skin.
You took a moment to look at her form. She wore an oversized sweater you owned, saying something along the lines of how your clothes were more comfortable, but you knew how much she loved to wear your things, so you let her. Her legs were bent with your own as a blanket covered the both of you slightly. She seemed so comfortable and so at ease, it melted your heart.
You put a bookmark along your pages and set the book gently on the side table behind you. You moved your hands to rub Larissa's shoulders, getting rid of any tension she still held there before kissing the top of her head and moving to gently pull all the pins from her hair. You set them all on top of your book and massaged her scalp, eliciting a rumbling hum from your lover.
"You know I'm the luckiest woman in the world, right?" You said softly, not wanting to break her gaze from her favorite show. However, she shuffled to look up at you, her chin resting on your chest, with a dreamy look in her eyes. A curious smile rose to her lips as she chuckled.
"And what makes you say that, my love?" You heart rate rose as a blush flooded your cheeks, you were sure she could feel it pounding in your chest underneath her touch from her actions. The sight in front of you was one you wanted to commit to memory. The way the flames casted an orange glow on her features and how her hair was sprawled out beneath her, long enough to fall down her sides and over the expanse of her back - it was as though there was a goddess living among you, especially with the spark in her eyes.
"Because…" You started to sit up a bit, moving to the side to flip her underneath you, your hands landing at her sides to hold you above her after guiding hers to rest at your shoulders. "I just so happen to be the lover of the smartest, most patient, elegant, regal, alluring- gods, I could go on.. The point is that I'm so lucky to have you.."
In between each compliment, you kissed a different part of her face, ending with a soft kiss on her lips as you finished your small ramble. When you broke away, she had the biggest smile on her face, meeting her eyes and casting a deep blush along her features. Your words had hit her heart, engulfing it in a warm hold.
"I love you.." There was nothing but sincerity behind her words, her thumb stroking along your cheek softly as she said as much. You kissed the pad of her finger before leaning down again.
"And I love you, sweet girl.." Your lips captured hers in a passionate kiss, coursing electricity through the both of you as your tongue swiped along her bottom lip. She smiled as she denied your access, a tease she loved to do from time to time, but you knew her weak spots.
You drew your hands under her sweater, your cold palms meeting the warm skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake as she shivered. You scratched down her sides, pulling a moan from the woman underneath you and creating an opportunity to explore her wet cavern.
You took your time exploring her mouth, your tongues moving in tandem before you pulled away, biting her bottom lip gently. You both paused for a moment, taking in each others forms and soaking in just how much you loved each other. Just as you were about to bring your lips back to hers, she spoke.
"Darling.." Her tone was soft and just above a whisper as she spoke. A worried expression filled your features as you thought of what she could be dwelling on so intensely.
"Is something wrong, love?" You asked, concern lacing your tone as you began to sit up only to be pulled back down by strong arms. The action made you laugh, a smile replacing your concerned notes as you looked back down at the sapphire goddess.
"Nothing's wrong.. I just- I wanted to.." It seemed like she couldn't bring herself to say whatever was on her mind, breaking eye contact with you to flutter her eyes all around the room - it only made you more curious as your smile grew at her actions. You grabbed her chin softly, moving it so her gaze was locked back onto yours, before speaking.
"What is it you want, sweet one? I can only help so much if I don't know the details, hmm?" Your tone was caring and curious, a blush filled her features at the forced eye contact, exposing just how much it flustered her.
"I.. Could we try- Can we-" A defeated and near frustrated sigh left her lips as she shut her eyes. She took in a breath in attempt to ground herself, before facing you again. "I want to sleep with you, y/n.."
You laughed at that. You had never seen her so flustered and so all over the place, it was something you would cherish as she felt safe enough to even bring the topic up. You always wondered when you would get to this point, not dwelling on if it would take months or years, you just wanted her to feel solid enough in her desires and wants before you dove in that direction.
You moved to sit up, successfully this time, as you pulled her up with you. You flashed a reassuring smile back at her as you rubbed her arms, tracing your hands up to cup her face. "You want to have sex with me?"
The question that left your lips only seemed to make her fluster more, the blush darkening as a quiet response was thrown your way.
"Yes.." She was adorable. You couldn't get over the bashful version of the woman before you, it was a sight you haven't seen often, so you tried to remember every feature and every emotion that crossed her before it faded away.
You moved your hands down to hers, holding them in a gentle grip. "This is something you want?" There was a glimmer of insecurity in your tone, there for mere seconds, before it disappeared. You were answered with a nod, something that caused you to throw a knowing look her.
"I need words, my love.." Your tone was soft, visibly settling her nerves as her shoulders relaxed and she let out a sigh. She looked deep into your eyes before speaking, only being met back with love and safety.
"Yes, I want this.. I really want this with you.. I've, however.. ..I-I've never done this before.." The admission shocked you, something she saw turn into confusion. You didn't understand how someone like her, someone so beautiful, so graceful, so intelligent, didn't have paramores or anyone before you that had good intentions other than this.
"And that's perfectly fine, Larissa.." Your reaction surprised her, as though she was waiting from the worst from you. It saddened you at the possibility of her being met with anything but understanding, knowing that she was probably picking at her own mind and every insecurity she had before becoming confident enough in the bond you both shared before bringing it up.
"We won't do anything you don't want or don't like, okay? If you end up not liking something or want me to stop then I want you to tell me. I want you to feel exactly how much I love you, and I plan on translating as much into every action I give you.."
A big sigh escaped her as she completely relaxed, her shoulders dropping and her jaw unclenching as she squeezed your hands softly, a small smile making itself known at her lips. "I'll tell you.."
"Good. Now, come here.." You stood up and guided her to the bed you shared in a gentle hold, the cool air of the room causing goosebumps to rise along both of your arms as the blanket no longer covered your bodies, but you ignored it as care ran through your veins and excitement ran through hers.
You guided her onto your lap, something you both loved, before pulling her arms to completely rest at your shoulders, pulling her near flush against you as you held her waist securely. You searched her eyes for any uncertainty only to find none, her eyes looking down at your lips just moments after. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and it felt as though your breathing had stopped at the small action alone.
You brought a hand behind her neck and pulled her in gently, crashing your lips into hers. You could tell with how her lips moved along with yours that she had wanted this for quite some time, meeting you with desperation and a moan as you took the opportunity to bring your tongue to hers.
Your hands moved along her smooth skin agonizingly slow for the blonde, exploring every dip and giving her thighs a firm squeeze before beginning to move them up her shirt, higher higher higher until you completely took the garment off of her.
You couldn't take your eyes off her as you took in her form, your eyes raking over the complete expanse of her exposed skin that was finally making itself known to you. Your hands moved up her body and traced along the underside of her bra with your thumbs, your eyes fluttering shut with desire at the small whimper that left her lips.
Your eyes met hers, she had her bottom lip between her teeth as her chest heaved slightly, a blush apparent on her cheeks matched with pupils blown with her desire for you. You took a moment to reach down to the hem of your shirt, pulling it off you completely in one swift movement so she wouldn't feel any insecurity at being the only one showing more skin.
You brought a hand to her neck, your fingers guiding themselves up under her chin and pulling her face closer only to move it, missing her lips, to speak softly in her ear. "Is this still okay, my love?"
Your hot breath ghosted over her neck, a shiver running a course down her spine as her eyes fluttered shut for a quick moment. You felt her nod slightly, causing you to move back and raise your eyebrow, your fingertips moving to hold her chin ever so slightly. The action made her swallow hard, her breath hitching as you made her look at you again.
"Y-Yes, sorry.." A small smirk lifted your lips, shooting her a proud look at her quick memory. You leaned in quickly, stopping just in front of her lips to watch her lean in, only for you to move back as she chased you. She noticed this, and her eyes fluttered back open, being met with your lips just a hair away from hers.
"Good girl.." You said before slamming your lips into hers, swallowing the whimper she had let out at the praise. She kissed you back with a newfound ferocity, her hands quickly traveling over your shoulders and torso. She had quickened up everything about her actions and you held in a chuckle after you had noticed that. You pulled away slightly, causing her actions to stop as she looked back at you.
"Slow down, Larissa.. I'm not going anywhere.." Your words seemed to heavily settle her, and you couldn't help but notice that. You shifted, moving her to rest against the pillowy mattress as her white locks of hair sprawled out and curled along the thick blankets and pillows of your bed. You gave her the softest of kisses while doing so, putting more reassurance in your words. "Let me love you.."
You had whispered those words against her lips, and you heard her suck in a breath. You moved your lips in a trail down her jawline, moving down her neck and meeting her pulse point. You bit down on the skin softly before smoothing your tongue over the area and sucking.
The sensation that rippled through her sent a heat to her core, her hand tangling itself in your hair as she moved her head to the side to give you more access. You left a few more marks of different sizes before pulling away slightly and looking at your work, a slightly sinister smile gracing your features, knowing it would take her a little bit to cover them up.
Your lips traveled down and trailed kisses along her chest, smoothing out your tongue and biting the exposed parts of her breasts. A moan left her as you moved your hands under her bra and smoothed your thumbs against her nipples, her nails digging into your shoulder slightly. "Y/n.. please.."
Oh..
That was something you never heard before..
But you'd be lying if you said you didn't want, didn't need to hear her beautiful moans escape her throat, your name fall from her lips over and over again..
One of your hands snaked around her torso, unclasping her bra from around her and pulling it down her shoulders and arms. You threw it to the side and were met with a mouthwatering sight beneath you, and you couldn't help but moan as you worried your bottom lip. Her features were flushed and we pupils were as dilated as they could be, her chest rose and fell quickly with her breaths and her hands rested on either side of her head.
This was definately something you could quickly find addicting..
"I want you, y/n.."
That sentence alone was enough to break any of your remaining resolve, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss before trailing down her body again. You left dark marks all along her chest before rolling your tongue over her right bud, capturing it with your lips shortly after as your hand toyed with the other.
A broken moan left her lips as her back arched a bit, pushing more of herself to you. You moved to the other bud, needing to give it the same amount of attention, as you pulled delicious moans from the goddess beneath you.
You trailed your lips down the rest of her body, getting rid of every article of clothing that still stood in your way as you kissed and bit down her thighs, getting rid of the rest of your own quickly after. You loved how much she was squirming under your touch, every trace, every pinch, every squeeze making her increasingly needier.
You looked over her completely, your breath lost in your chest as you took in how absolutely drenched she had become.
"You are every dream come true.. My needy girl," You traced two fingers through her slit, her hips bucking at the contact and a near pornographic moan leaving her lips as you circled her clit before pulling your hand away completely.
"So wet for me already.." You brought the hand up to your lips while you spoke, taking them in your mouth when you finished. You groaned at the taste of her and decided that you needed more. "Absolutely delicious.."
You kissed back down her other leg, the smell of her arousal increasing as you continued to tease her. You hooked your arms around her thighs, keeping her squirming down a bit, before kissing along her slit.
"Please, please, y/n I-" She was cut off by an unadulterated moan rushing out of her, the feeling of your tongue licking through her folds giving her the pleasure she had been craving. You dipped your tongue as far into her entrance as you could, taking as much of her juices as you could, moaning again at the taste of her.
The vibrations had sent a wave of pleasure through her, her core growing increasingly sensitive as her breaths got quicker and her moans became unfiltered. You brought your tongue up to circle her clit, sucking on the sensitive bud right after. One of her hands tangled itself into your hair, pulling you closer to where she needed you, while the other fisted the sheets beneath her, her back arching at the intense waves of pleasure you were giving her.
"More, I- F-Fuck! Please-" You brought a finger to her entrance, easily pushing into her soaked cunt. After giving her time to adjust, you added another, feeling her thighs squirm on either side of your head and threatening to close around it as she clenched around your fingers, pulling a moan from you. "You're doing so good for me.."
You started moving them at a nice speed as her hips bucked for more friction. The moans you were pulling from her were sinful, and lustful pride filled your chest knowing you were able to have her come undone so deliciously.
You increased your ministrations, curling your fingers in such a way that had her seeing stars as her moans got louder. You could tell she was close as her grip increased and her core tightened. You curled your fingers and sucked on her sensitive bud at the same time, pulling a loud cry from the woman before she shuddered beneath you, her juices flowing out and you took everything she gave you as you helped her ride out her high.
You kissed back up her body, your hands smoothing over her skin as you moved. She pulled you by your shoulders and crashed her lips against you, swiping her tongue along your bottom lip. She moaned at the taste of herself on your lips and against your tongue.
You broke away after a moment, taking in her flushed form, seeing lust still swirling in her eyes. She'd be the death of you as she'd already become an addiction you wouldn't dare get rid of.
"Do you think you could do one more for me, darling?" You whispered against her lips, and she pulled you closer to her. She licked her lips softly as she stared at yours with half lidded eyes.
"Yes, please.. I want more.. I wanna cum for you again, please.." The desperation and want in her tone had made your eyes flutter shut as your eyes rolled back. You were sure her pleas alone would be able to get you off, but you didn't want to be finished with her just yet.
You took a box from your bedside table and opened it, revealing a strap on that would make you feel everything as well, and it was something she seemed to notice as her eyes widened, only to fill with need. It was something that you had saved for this moment, and your mouth watered at the idea of slipping into her.
"You are so easily addicting.." You said after you finished putting it on. She bit her bottom lip and you couldn't help but stare. You really couldn't understand how someone could be this beautiful, but a smile rose to your lips as you took in just how much of a mess you'd made her so far.
"It's going to sting a bit, love.. When you're ready, tell me when to move, hmm?"
After receiving a needy 'yes' from her lips, you ran it along her slit, before slowly pushing into her. Your body shuddered, and a low moan left your chest at the feeling of filling her up. Her nails dug into your back and shoulders at the stretch, whines being pulled from the woman before she took you completely. She gave you the sign to move, and you started off at a slow pace, helping her get used to it.
Moans and whimpers started to leave her lips again as her head fell back in pleasure. You left kisses along her skin as you moved, your own moans ghosting along its canvas. "So good for me, Rissa.. You're taking me so well, my good girl.."
Her moans left her at every thrust, her walls fluttering around the strap, nearly making you topple over in the pleasure you got from not only being inside her and feeling it but also the sight of her beneath you as her rushed, needy pleas flowed out of her lips.
"Please, please, y/n- oh! F-Fuck, I-I'm close, please! Fuc-Fuck!" Her moans grew higher in pitch as your thrusts quickened, her nails digging into your skin as you were sure there would be marks left there for a while, not that you were complaining. You felt your own high starting to build, her walls fluttering around you, making the chase for it absolutely divine.
"Cum for me, Riss.." With your voice raspy and low, it was as though your voice alone was what was able to send her over the edge, her back arching and her eyes squeezing shut as you followed right behind her, each others names leaving your lips as you both came.
With heavy breaths, you helped her ride out her high before pulling out of her slowly, still causing a whimper to leave her throat at the empty feeling. You took the strap off and threw it to the side to be an issue for later, before taking a rag out of the same drawer it came form to clean up your love as she laid back in her blissed-out state.
You moved to lay beside her, pulling a blanket over the two of you before capturing her in your arms. She dove into your embrace, your warmth and safety something she sought out as she came back to reality. You pressed kisses along her hairline as you traced your fingertips along her back. "You did so well for me, so so good for me, Larissa.. How are you feeling, my love?"
She pressed a kiss against your neck before moving her head to face you. She smiled as she met your gaze, seeing nothing but love in your eyes. You cupped her cheek, softly moving your thumb against it before planting a kiss to her forehead. "That was amazing.."
You couldn't help but laugh as the words left her. You took her in after all that just happened between you two, and it was crazy how you thought you still fell for her more than you already had.
The rain raced down the glass of your windows as it kept falling from the clouds above, but the fire that was once dancing along the logs of the fireplace was a dormant ember, casting red etches along the wood it sat on. You relaxed into each others embrace, settling there for the rest of the night as exhaustion held you both in its increasing grip, the comfort and safety you had for each other making it an easy choice as you fell asleep under the thick covers together, knowing you wouldn't be leaving each others side.
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We can tell by the word count but HOOLLLLLYYY
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Anon, thank you SO much for the ask. I don't think we have a lot of sub!Larissa out there, so being someone to add to the fuel is fun even if I get both sides of writing for her.
I have some other asks but since the weekend is right here that means series time !! if all goes well, the next chapter will be out by the end of the weekend hehehhe. I'm excited for it lol
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Goodnight, Darling
(Price x GN! Reader)
Wordcount: 1.1k
Rating: General Audience
Tags: Rainy days, Cuddling, Fluff, Tooth-rotting fluff, Price being a softie but only once you finish your paperwork, Naps, Comfort fic
A/N: Literally all I wanted today was to curl up on someone's chest and doze. Call me self indulgent, because I am.
There’s a dismal, sodden grayness that falls over the base during summer rainstorms. As the overcast and heavy sky buckles inwards, releases a downpour that trickles down to a misty shower, you feel the heaviness of the atmosphere weigh down on your form, drain the vigor from your weary muscles until you’re merely a slouched, bleary-eyed figure blinking lazily at the wet windows. It’s the type of day for you to go back to bed, curl up under the covers and surrender to blissful dreams until the sun comes out once more.
Unfortunately for you, this particular afternoon has you filing a series of tedious reports, the boxes and letters on the forms swimming before your eyes. Whatever remnants of energy you had to conquer the task have long since been sapped away with the dismal drain of your tea, the mug sitting lonesome and empty on the desk. You cast a sorrowful look at it imploringly, wishing it would refill itself but feeling far too lazy to do so yourself.
“Chin up, sergeant. Not done yet.” A voice reminds you from the other side of the desk, and you lift your eyes to see Price holding aloft an intelligence report, brow furrowed in concentration as he devours the words imposed onto the paper. He’s traded his hat for a pair of spectacles that balance on the bridge of his nose, and you can’t help but think the man looks rather professorial, and dashingly handsome in a strange, gruff way.
You grumble at his scolding, slouch further forward into your seat so the chair scoots out behind you petulantly.
“Sleepy.” You murmur, and Price’s eyes flick to you for just a moment, measuring you before he provides: “Almost done, love.”
Love.
It tugs at a warmth in you the rain doesn’t touch with its cold, wet drizzle. It’s a reminder of his affection, his tenderness for you, and you know for a fact that there’s a part of him that begrudgingly finds your little complaint as endearing. You want to wrap your arms around him, want to nestle into his chest and fall asleep cradled in his arms. You’re tired, cold, bored and sleepy and he’s right there.
“Just a little break.” You try at first, and Price pretends not to hear, flipping a page in the folder to scan the other side. “Please?”
When he doesn’t respond you fall back into your chair with a little groan, slouching so your chin touches your chest. That makes him glance at you, and even though his lips don’t pull there’s a smile in his eyes.
“Finish your current page.” He tells you idly, and doesn’t elaborate.
You sit up straight at that, reach for your pen and re-examine the document, scribbling in a few boxes, making a few notes before setting it down and looking at him expectantly.
Price’s eyes don’t stray from the folder, and instead he reaches out a hand, beckoning you to hand him the report. You try to hide a wince as you do, realizing how quickly you filled it out, and when Price looks over the paper his gaze peeks over the top, placing it down on the desk and sliding it back to you.
“Forgot something. Try again.” He tells you, and you groan, swallow down a protest and commit yourself to examining the document more closely. You find the error, a missed checkbox and signature towards the bottom of the page, and when you hand it back Price nods accordingly.
He stands, doesn’t stretch, and paces over to the worn, dipped cushion couch on the other side of his office. You watch as he sits, heaves a weary sigh before arranging himself lengthwise on the couch, briefly glancing over his paper towards you, locking eyes meaningfully.
You don’t need to be told twice.
You go willingly, don’t bother to kick off your shoes before gently trying to arrange yourself across his front without nudging him too severely. It takes a minute or two for you to get settled, chest to chest with him, fully splayed out across his front, but when you do it’s bliss.
He’s so warm, solid and full under you, his chest rising under your cheek with every even inhale. A hand settles across your back, thumb smoothing several times into the dip of your waist before it goes still. Legs tangled, you drink in the scent of him, heavy with acrid and smoky from his recent cigar, but musky and forestry underneath with his cologne. You’re so comfortable, so utterly content that you can’t contain a sigh of utter satisfaction, fogging across the soft fabric of his sweater upon which you rest your head.
“Could spend the rest of my life like this.” You tell him honestly, and your next inhale is a jaw splitting yawn as fatigue takes its full hold of you.
“I have no doubt.” He offers, still a little distracted.
You prop your chin between his pectorals at that, pouting a little. Price pulls the report away from his face to look down at you, eyes resting over the rims of his glasses. He seems to catch your mild displeasure in your eyes, because there’s a bemused sort of smile that morphs his expression, accompanied by a small chuckle.
A hand presses up against your nape, and Price strains to lean forward for a moment, placing a brief but indulgent kiss on the crown of your head.
“Take a nap, darling.” He tells you fondly, gently pressing your cheek back into his chest. “I’ll be here until you wake up.”
You can’t possibly argue against that, and as you lay your cheek against the warmth of him, you can hear the steadying thump of his heartbeat echo into your ear. It gentles you into stillness, languor, and soon your world is dimmed by the sound of drizzling rain muffled only by the soft exhales of his breath.
As you drift off, you feel a hand stroke across your cheek, a tender voice that whispers:
“Goodnight, darling.”
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everyone but her pt.3
a/n: dont mind me, just posting at work.
EDIT: previously titled about time
Word Count: 3.0k
Warnings: mention of past injury, hints of past abuse, swearing
Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader
(Masterlist)
There was still an ache in your shoulder when you sat down in your phytotoxicology class. It was decently scabbed (which was beyond itchy) but the actual joint was sore. You had hoped it would ease up a bit over the weekend, but to no avail. Hopefully no one had really noticed your stiff movements. But hey, at least you were left handed.
“You look miserable,” Wednesday said as she sat to your left.
“Shut up, Addams,” you mumbled.
Enid sat behind the two of you, her eyes glued to where your hands were resting on the desk. If you just moved your hand a few inches to the left. And if you could talk just a little louder so she could hear, that would be great. She needed to know what you two were talking about. If it wasn’t about a date then she was going to scream. She just wanted you both to get over yourselves.
Class went on as usual; Enid was forced to bear witness to you doodling in Wednesday’s notebook, completely interrupting her notes. In turn, Wednesday would add rather… violent attachments to your initial drawing, and the cycle would continue. She couldn’t see your face, but your shoulders would shake with silent laughter every few doodles. You were both so close.
“Miss Y/N?”
Your head snapped up, turning toward the front where Miss Thornhill was standing with an expectant look.
“Adonis vernalis,” you said proudly without hesitation.
“Not even close,” Miss Thornhill said with a smile while everyone failed to stiffle their giggles. “See me after class.”
“Aw man,” you mumbled as you slumped back into your seat. All that pep in your step had been washed away.
Quite frankly, Enid thought it was hilarious.
She rushed to catch up with Wednesday as you stayed behind to talk to Miss Thornhill. For such a small person, Wednesday could move really fast. It was starting to become an issue because Enid was not dressed for jogging across campus. God, why couldn’t she just slow down?
“It seems it’s impossible to get away from you,” Wednesday said when Enid finally caught up; she slowed her pace anyway.
“Did you-”
“-No, and I’m not going to,” Wednesday interrupted.
“You don’t even know what I was going to say,” Enid pouted.
“You were going to ask if I have asked Y/N on a date, and the answer is no.”
“Then I give up,” Enid said as she threw her hands into the air. “You two are far too stubborn. Enjoy the friendzone.”
She stalked off, trying not to smile to herself when she noticed Wednesday had stopped walking. With any luck, her plan would work splendidly and you would both be together before Parent’s Weekend in a month. It may have taken her a little longer than planned to come up with such a genius idea, but it was going to be worth it.
—---
It was truly a beautiful day to be outside. Overcast skies, a cool breeze, potential for rain. Not the best day to fly, but a wonderful time to walk around. Maybe you could stop by the lake, tease the monsters below the surface. At least you would if you weren’t stuck in the greenhouse.
Miss Thornhill was truly, and you meant this with the utmost respect, a bitch. So maybe you didn’t pay attention in class, and maybe you got a bunch of questions wrong. But that’s what she got for calling on you in class. Had you raised your hand? Had you given any indication whatsoever that you knew the answer? No. So really, this was on her.
And now you were stuck in the stupid greenhouse having to jot down sketches of each plant, their scientific name, and what symptoms they cause if ingested or inhaled. You had only finished maybe a third of the greenhouse and it was already midafternoon. You were never going to be done with this stupid detention.
You didn’t even like plants.
“You look miserable.”
“There’s more than one way to greet a person, you know,” you said without turning around.
Wednesday slid into your peripheral like a wisp of smoke; she always moved smoothly even though she appeared so rigid. Her coat hung off her small frame, and the snood Enid had made her only accentuated that by swallowing what little of her remained. She was reminiscent of the little kids at the park in winter; their parents had bundled them up in the warmest clothing they could find in the house.
“Just let me finish my detention, Addams,” you mumbled as you jotted down another sketch. It wasn’t half bad, actually.
For better or worse, Wednesday stayed silent as you moved around the greenhouse, assigned sketchbook in hand. There was no doubt you were getting 90% of the names wrong, and you were just writing “it’s bad :(“ under the list of symptoms at this point, but you didn’t care. This kind of detention was stupid. Besides, it was a Saturday; you should’ve been out getting coffee or harrassing everyone at Pilgrim World, not sitting in a humid greenhouse practicing your art skills. But no, now you were stuck here and- oh that plant is pretty.
“Don’t touch it,” Wednesday said rather quickly as you reached out to touch the flower.
“Why not?” You asked in indignation, finally turning around to see her. Oh, she’s cute.
“It’s a foxglove,” she answered.
“Wednesday,” you sighed, “if I knew what that meant, I wouldn’t be in here on a Saturday afternoon.”
“It’s toxic to birds.” She rolled her eyes at your incompetence.
“Oh, well thank- wait.” You narrowed your eyes at her and the smallest movement at the corner of her mouth. “I’m not a bird and you know it.”
“You can never be too sure,” she said without hesitation.
“Oh, you’re a prick,” you huffed out. You had to turn back to look at the plants again so she wouldn’t see your poor attempts at not laughing. “Why are you even here?”
“I brought you this.”
She brought me something? You thought. Well know she was just getting desperate if she was going to be bringing you things. You set your sketchpad down on the table, in front of the foxglove that Wednesday claimed to be toxic to birds. What had she brought you-
“-What is that?” You asked once your eyes landed on the small bag in her hands.
“Birdseed,” she said. “It’s a bribe.”
“That better not be for me or I will get offended,” you said, switching your weight to your other foot and crossing your arms over your chest.
“You’re going birdwatching with me.” She rolled her eyes but held the bag out further for you to take from her.
“Are you asking me out on a date?” You asked.
Wednesday Addams did not blush, that was a well known fact. Not a drop of colour would be found on her cheeks, ever. But that didn’t mean she was emotionless; you could tell when the stretch of skin over her cheeks and nose turned a little darker. It was the closest to an uncontrollable show of emotion as she was ever going to get.
And you were absolutely living for it.
“Are you coming or not?” Wednesday asked, completely ignoring your question for clarification.
You wanted her to admit it was a date. Wanted her to swallow her pride and say the word “date” because it’s just what you needed. There was no way in hell you were going to ask first, not when she had always been so clear about her thoughts on what a waste of time relationships were. “Look at my parents,” she had said one night, “limited because they can’t go anywhere alone.”
But you needed her to call it a date. Your hopes were embarrassingly high and you just needed her to say that four letter word. It could only be once and you would be happy. If she called it a date once and then never again until the day you died, you would be content. Just say the word, you thought to yourself as she finally turned her head back around to face you.
“Fine,” Wednesday sighed, “I’ll go on my own.” She turned around and started walking away.
“Wait!” You called after her. She stopped, but didn’t turn around.
You looked around frantically for the rest of your things. What if Miss Thornhill showed up and realised you were gone? And worse yet, what if she realised you sucked at detention? She was going to tell Principle Weems and then you would get another scolding. But pass up on a date with the Wednesday Addams?
Shit.
“You’re a bad influence, Wednesday Addams,” you huffed once you finally caught up to her and you both started walking out of the greenhouse.
You missed the small smile on her face.
—---
For all intents and purposes, Wednesday did not like you. If anyone dared to ask, you were nothing more than a thorn in her side, and not in a good way. No, you weren’t as energetic and colourful as Enid, but you still smiled too much. You cracked too many jokes and made yourself too accomadating. Any normal person would have been embarrassed.
No, Wednesday Addams did not like you.
She did not like the way you had talked the whole way to your preferred spot in the forest. “It’s a bit late for birdwatching,” you had said on the walk over, “but it’s overcast, so it might be fine.” She did not like the way you actually took your harness off and ruffled your feathers. Or the way they puffed up a little, “because it’s cold,” you explained with a shrug and a blush on your neck. Then there was the way you were sat still as a statue, birdseed scattered around, just waiting for some birds to stop by.
No, she didn’t like you.
There were absolutely no feelings in her void of a soul when a bird finally did appear, standing directly in front of your outstretched hand. The gentle smile on your face was completely moronic. You would make an excellent side character in her book; the same character that would get herself killed off in the first chapter. Wednesday could see it now; you would be too focused at the park and would get yourself put on a hit list simply because you were an easy target.
She wouldn’t be caught dead watching your feathers ruffle when more birds appeared, flocking around you. Or listening intently to what you were saying to them, holding full conversations as they hopped around and picked at the birdseed you continuously scattered. No, she would not join you on the ground, she was just fine sitting with her back to the tree. And no she didn’t want to feed the birds, this is an outing for you, she’s just the chaperone.
Her cold, black heart did not stutter when the light caught your skin just right and illuminated the nearly-healed scrapes and bruises from your incident last week. Wednesday had always loved the colours of a bruise. The angry red reminiscent of a wound, or the healing yellow-green that was nearly the same as the colour of a waterlogged corpse. Although they didn’t look quite as stunning on you. For one odd reason or another, seeing the bruises and cuts on your skin, or the apparent stiffness of your joints brought no joy to her.
There is no way in heaven or hell that she would admit she watched you the way her father watched her mother. Watching your every move, from the rise and fall of your chest to the twitch in each individual feather. The way the veins on your forearms stood out when you lifted a bird up or the eyelash that now resided on your cheek that she so desperately wished to wipe off for you. Or that your small, airy little laugh made her feel like an arrow had impaled her heart and mind and soul, painfully tethering her to the tree she was leaning against.
No, she was not her father.
And no, she did not like you.
—---
You looked like a little kid sitting in the chair on the other side of Larissa’s desk. With a bowed head and hands folded tightly in your lap, you reminded her of the young children in normal schools who got sent to the principle’s office for something they hadn’t done. Except you very well had done what you were accused of; maybe that was why you looked so guilty.
“Miss Thornhill told me you’ve been struggling in class,” Larissa started off. “You’re struggling to focus.”
“I’m just not any good at it,” you said with a shrug. You still weren’t looking up.
“She also told me you had been given detention last Saturday,” she continued; you sunk further into the chair. “And you were nowhere to be found when she went to check on you.”
“Wow, that’s wild,” you said with a huff. “She probably needs to check that her perscriptions are up to date,” you said, tapping your finger to the corner of your eye, “might need a better one.”
“Did you skip your detention?” Larissa asked, far softer than she would be with any other student.
“I didn’t “skip” detention,” you started. “I was there until around 3, I think that was punishment enough.”
“What came along that was more important than your detention?” Larissa continued to pry.
“A date,” you said so quietly that she almost couldn’t hear you.
“A date? With whom?” She asked with a small smile and in the gentlest voice she could offer you.
To most, it would be an inappropriate question. No one wanted their principle to know all the juicy details of their personal lives. But Larissa knew you both had a… slightly different relationship. She knew you struggled, you had been a student at Nevermore for nearly eight years; she knew what damage your personal life had inflicted upon you. For eight years she had been able to provide some sort of comfort, a surrogate parent of sorts, and she was doing her best to give you that space to be a normal teenager with a normal parent.
You had talked with her about these things before, it wasn’t like she was implying something out of nowhere. Larissa had been your shoulder to cry on through all of your family woes, your frustrations, your first heartbreak. It shouldn’t have been such a surprise for her to ask, even though you had initially been sent to see her because you had evaded your justly-deserved detention.
But instead of your usual excitement, Larissa noticed a glaze cover your eyes and your arms wrap tightly around yourself. She had seen you like this multiple times; you still refused to see a therapist about it. And as much as she wanted to go to you and comfort you, previous experience had told her you needed to feel it all before coming back to the present.
“Y/N?” She asked quietly, leaning over her desk to get closer to you without invading your space.
You blinked once, slowly, a single tear falling onto your quivering bottom lip. Your tongue darted out to lick your lip before your eyes opened. The haze took its time in fading from your usually sparkly eyes, but you looked up at Larissa as it diminished. One shuddering breath in, a shaky breath out, and your body fell into a relaxed state once again.
“Wednesday Addams,” you choked out around the sobs that you were shoving back down your throat. Your eyes flickered away from her at the admission.
“What did you both go do?” Larissa asked with a smile that you definitely saw this time.
There was a hesitancy on your face; your lips were parted slightly as if you were about to speak, and your eyes shone brightly, but the slight tilt of your head gave you away. You weren’t one to outwardly share your emotions, but your body langauge always gave you away. It brought a joy to Larissa that she had never understood was possible before you had come around.
“Well, she bought some birdseed-,” you started, immediately going off about the entire date.
Larissa leaned forward, completely enthralled with your tale. The way your hands gestured this way and that, the movements eloquent in their own right. Pianist’s fingers, she recalled. The inflection in your voice a mirror of your younger self, back when you had less worries. You’re excited, she thought with a soft sigh. You haven’t been excited in years.
“-and then Miss Thornhill saw me and sent me straight here,” you finished with a huff, clearly out of breath.
“Will you go on another one?” Larissa asked after you had caught your breath slightly.
“Well, I think it’s my turn to ask next,” you shrugged; there was a sparkle in your eye. “So yes.”
“Then you’d better go prepare.” Larissa sat back in her chair and crossed her legs. “She set the bar pretty high, don’t you think?”
“Might find an autopsy she can watch,” you mused aloud as you pushed yourself off the chair. The stiffness of your injury had yet to ease, Larissa noticed as you essentially limped over to the doorway.
“Oh, Y/N,” she called out once you were halfway out the door.
“Yes ma’am?” You asked, leaning back into the office.
“You can make up your failed detention on Saturday,” she said with a smile that only got bigger as you groaned.
“This place is a fucking prison,” you grumbled as you walked away.
Larissa sat back in her chair and looked over toward the fireplace. Maybe, she thought, Addams won’t be so bad afterall.
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Bitter Water 0.00 ~ ♆
“ Let the Reaping of the 67th annual Hunger Games begin, “
{{ Finnick Odair x Reader }}
{{ prologue || next part }} {{ masterlist }}
warnings: typical Hunger Games violence/trauma/themes, language, blood, injury, insinuation of forced prostitution, enemies to lovers, slow burn, etc.
{{ word count }} 2.6 k
{{ prompt }} Panem is cruel - bloodthirsty even. Every year twenty-four children must fight to the death as a sick form of entertainment. Today is the 67th annual reaping in the seaside District 4 - may the odds be ever in your favor.
{{ a/n }} Warning there’s a lot of exposition for what i think life in District 4 would be like though it may not sound 100% accurate to the canon ideation! I did way too much research on District 4’s presumed location and the general pacific northwest seafaring system for accuracy. This chapter is a lot of scene setting to reference later on top of the reaping occurring - please enjoy !
The Pacific-Northwestern region of Panem was home to District 4. Otherwise known as the “Fishing District”.
Most of its citizens are concentrated directly on or near the salty coast of the sea, working the many sailboats or on the bustling ports that harbored them. Children of the district learn to help from an early age, shucking oysters and various mussels or helping their mothers weave and repair nets for the local fishermen. Everyone smelled of the sea - fresh air, sea salt, and a damp pine, with sand clinging to their shoes and linen clothes.
Though a majority of the year brought overcast skies and rainy weather, the better parts of mid-July through late August were filled with warm, sticky sunshine and cloudless skies. Come autumn and winter, cold snaps and heavier rain storms were regular visitors, with many homes donning rain barrels to collect the excess liquid to be boiled down for drinking or bathing. The northernmost edge of the District sometimes saw snow, bringing ice fishing and skating to measured popularity amongst locals.
The port towns were anything but sleepy. Community in a constant hustle and bustle while watching out for one another in tandem with the intense seafaring labor. Days spent on the beach were filled with tugboat horns, captain's orders, and elated shrieks of children wading in the spray of the ocean. There was always a game of who could find the best cliff to dive from, or conch shell to hear the distant whispers of waves inside and whatnot. A group of older kids developed a make-believe currency of sand dollar bits to trade wooden beads, small clusters of natural quartz, seashells, rope bracelets, and more to entertain the younglings on an outcropping speckled in tide pools on the rocky shore.
More often than not, a walk down the boardwalk as dusk neared brought warm golden lights flooding from old taverns with deep, joyous shanties of the past and banter amongst hardworking sailors merging with joyous whoops and hollers of young women and barmaids. Everyone knew one another like family, and the seaside town practically breathed on its own with the rolling push and pull of the tide.
However, the Fishing District was silent today.
Waves crashed on the beach as boats creaked in their ports. Scarred wooden tavern signs wailed in the eerie breeze on salt-rusted chains. The absence of sound in the sand swept cobble streets was almost unsettling. There’s only one day a year that invokes such an abrupt halt in District 4’s beating heart.
The annual Reaping of one female and male Tribute set to compete in a fight to the death against twenty two other children from the districts all for the Capital’s sick reminder of what rebellion once cost the “great nation” of Panem.
The Hunger Games.
You knew the odds were never in anyone's 'favor'.
“It’s fine. Everything - everything is going to be fine…”
The repeated mantra is barely a whisper under your breath as you make a futile attempt the smooth the front of your lightweight, sage colored ensemble. There was a tremor in your fingertips. The idea of getting cleaned up like this just to attend your own prospective funeral made your stomach twist painfully. Tucking a few stray hairs behind your ears and a deep sigh through your nose, you take one last look in the foggy mirror on your dresser before making your way out to the main room of your home.
Although the Fourth District was deemed wealthy among the remaining 12, your seaside cottage was quaint - and quite a ways from the beach, in all honesty. The home was small, if not cozy. The outside wooden panels were worn with smears of grey from age due to the weather, paired with a tin slabbed roof that allowed every raindrop to be heard throughout the house when it rained. The inside wasn't much better. Little furniture adorned the household and appeared washed out in the summer light. Ivory walls were marked with the mayhem of childhood and clumsy hands. The large main room held a mantle and hearth with a makeshift stove built in and a rickety dark stained wood table with four chairs connecting to a barebones bathroom and two bedrooms. There were fixtures and switches for lights but no electricity. Candles were placed where lightbulbs would be for nights when the hearth wasn't keeping the house warm.
"Come on, we've got to get moving, or we'll be late."
You groaned as the younglings, twin boys with hair like your father's, sat on the oval roving rug you had finished braiding two springs prior. "You were supposed to get them washed up." You quip towards the older man seated at the worn-out table. His only reply is a gruff rumble as you scoff, stooping to rub soot off the boy's cheeks with your thumbs. They burst into giggles, and you can't help the tight-lipped smile that crosses your lips.
You tried to be patient with your father. There had been too much loss in recent years, but it wasn't an excuse to neglect his boys. You had enough trouble picking up the slack as it was, from taking extra hours on the shipyard and staying up late mending sails like your mother used to. She passed away some years ago. There had been complications delivering the twins, and there wasn't anything the midwife you'd called could have done. It left your father resigned to himself, taking up more time at the nearby tavern than on the shipyard hauling crates due for the Capital. A foolish miscalculation and one too many drinks ended up costing him his dominant hand and forearm in a freak accident at the port.
To say you had fallen on hard times would be an understatement. It was more akin to plummeting down one of the tall cliffsides bordering the port and smacking face-first into the water like concrete.
Eventually, you managed to wrangle the little rascals into their shoes and straighten the collars of their matching olive-green tunics. Hoisting one onto your back with a huff, you tried to calm the drumming of your racing heart. Your father stood with another grunt and shrugged on a deep brown leather coat to cover what was left of his arm. Allowing the other half of the youngling pair to weave their fingers through his, your father offered a firm nod in your direction, and the four of you set out toward town.
Looking back on that moment, you regret not taking in that quaint little cottage one last time.
The trek to town was about a mile or two. The beat down from the summer sun brought sweat to your brow and the nape of your neck, forcing you to set down the toddler on your back halfway. "I know it's hot, but we have to keep going," You cooed when the pair began complaining about the lengthy trip. This would be the first Reaping they might remember, not to mention the first they weren't in diapers for. You'd done your best to keep them healthy, sometimes at the expense of yourself, but it was worth all the risk in the world.
With a little more commentary from the twins, the tall brick clock tower above the judicial complex at the center of town came into view above the pine trees, and you let out a shuddering breath that made your chest squeeze. "Almost there," You muttered. Averting your gaze to the dirt path under your feet. The sun was almost at its peak when you converged with the lines of other citizens. Many reeked of sweat and body order, having traveled through most of yesterday and this morning to get to the Reaping on time.
You didn't allow your fear to show more than a tightness in your jaw as you gripped your siblings tight in an almost bone-crushing hug. You refused to say goodbye as it felt like admitting defeat before the duel with death had even begun. After a few long moments, you heard the automated voices of Peacekeepers in stark white uniforms and government-ordered guns slung across their chests, and you had to let go. "I'll come back in just a few minutes," You promised, though your voice felt meek and caught in your throat. Ruffling their hair and sparking a fit of spritely laughter, you lifted your gaze to the hardened eyes of your father. "See you soon."
"See you soon."
Another brief, tight-lipped smile, and you forced yourself to turn away and join the other prospective tributes for check-in. Families were forced to remain in a balcony above the judicial complex due to such a large population and past "complications" from reaped children's family members. Anxiety and anticipation brought a tension thick enough to be cut by a knife through the courtyard of people. Wetting your lips following a thick swallow, you tried not to focus too much on the looming Peacekeepers overseeing the procession. When it was your turn to check in, you didn't stutter when asked for your name but scrunched your nose as they pricked your finger, squeezing to pool the blood before pressing it into the paper list and scanning with a device that flashed green. "Next!" The peacekeeper barked, shooing you away with a wave of their hand. Your gaze danced around the all too familiar formation of children as you fell in line with the older Tributes.
You were led in groups through a few back hallways before being brought into a widely open auditorium. Floor-to-ceiling windows lined the back wall with long Red capital banners hung on the dividing stone pillars. Clenching your trembling hands into fists, your fingernails digging into your palms, you tried again to steady your racing heart as it pounded against your ribcage.
Things were going to be fine.
Another thick swallow forced its way down your throat, and you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth. The anxious habit often left your bottom lip puffy, if not bleeding from the repetitive action, but you couldn't help it. Shuffling into place to stand in rows and columns with the other prospective Tributes, you had to will yourself not to look anywhere but ahead. You couldn't break till this was all over. It was a long process to get everyone inside. But once the large wooden doors behind you slammed shut with a contagious shudder shifting through the crowd, you knew this was it.
The deafening cry of an unfocused microphone wails through the room, causing your nose to scrunch and your head to lean into your shoulder in discomfort. A stocky, overdressed Capital escort appears on the short stage made of stone to match the rest of the auditorium. They release a small gasp at the noise and allow a brief dismissal before tapping the microphone twice, the poor device exerting two loud "thumps" for good measure. Clearing their throat with a phlegmy cough, the escort begins a crawl of lines that were evidently rehearsed and regurgitated the same way every year to every district.
"Welcome, welcome! Happy Hunger Games!"
The escort's tone is elated, making you feel sick at the pride they seem to take in their position. Your jaw set in place as they continued their spiel.
"Before we begin, I'd like to share this wonderful message from our dear President and our beloved Capital!" They exclaim while gesturing to a letter they seem to pull from thin air. A small "shink" whispers through the mic as the letter is opened. The escort pulls a sheet of parchment out, discarding the envelope in a dramatic toss behind themselves and another phlegmy cough before reading the page.
"Dear Prospective Tributes,"
"It is an honor as the President of Panem to welcome you all to the annual Reaping for this year's Hunger Games. As you all have learned from birth. War, destruction, and rebellion have brought great shame to our nation. A shame that runs so deep that our Districts must be reminded of the consequences and retribution that rebellion costs. War brings death. War brings dead children, dead mothers, dead sisters, and dead brothers. To raise war against your Capital, which has provided you all you've ever needed, is treacherous. To bring war against your home is treason. These Games preserve our past. And these Games protect our future."
Signed, President Coriolanus Snow."
There isn't a single round of applause that rolls through the crowd once the escort finishes reciting the letter. The letter has been identical at every Reaping you've attended since you were twelve. The silence in the auditorium is loud enough to hear a pin drop. Your palms grow warm as blood slowly seeps from where your nails dig in, but you don't bother to take notice.
"Well then, if all is said and done, we shall now move on to selecting our two wonderful tributes who will hold the greatest honor of representing District 4 in the 67th annual Hunger Games. As always, ladies shall go first." The escort exclaims once more, accompanying animated waves of their gloved hands towards the pristine crystal fishbowls on either side of the stage. Both bowls are brimming with slips of paper. Your heartbeat thrums in your ears now.
Everything is going to be fine.
The escort all but skips their way to the crystal mouth of death on the right side of the stage. Your heart feels like it might as well burst out of your chest and splatter against the backs of those in front of you. Your eyes are glued ahead as the escort makes a show of sifting their gloved fingers through the name slips for what feels like an eternity. At last, a slip is chosen in a dramatic swipe up into the air to be displayed to the crowd.
The anticipation is suffocating.
The escort comes back to center stage, coughing into the microphone again as they peel away the black seal of the name.
As the chosen name booms through the auditorium, it's as if you're suddenly underwater. But you can't be underwater because you're standing still, and nothing's wet.
The name booms through the open room again.
This time, you're shocked out of your thoughts at the recognition.
It's your name.
You have been chosen as the female Tribute for the 67th annual Hunger Games.
You barely register the prod of a gun at your back or the jab to your side to force you out of line towards the stage.
This really was going to be your funeral, and you couldn't stop it.
A wail rips apart the blanket of silence as one of the twin younglings cries out for you. On instinct, your head whips towards the cry, but your temple connects with the butt of a gun, and you're knocked to the concrete below. Somehow, a sound akin to a growl emits itself from your throat on your hands and knees as you force yourself to stand back up. Your head throbs with white hot pain from the contact point, but a bitter, spiteful decision solidifies itself in your mind as you're led towards the jaws of certain death on that stage.
You will not die.
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Dreams
luke hughes x chubby!reader
warnings: 18+, slight!somnophilia(?), teasing, descriptions of luke watching reader
summary- when a seemingly innocent nap session, turns a bit more hot.
a/n- hiii everyone! sorry it’s been taking forever for me to post! i’ve been super busy with life lol! anyways i hope you guys enjoy this fic until i get my requests published!! should i do a part 2?? i love you all 🫶🫶 (p.s gif is not mine, creds to the owner!)
it had been the perfect day for a nap. the weather was overcast and rainy, the bed was practically yelling for y/n and luke to return to it after lunch had been finished. and to top it off, neither y/n or luke had plans for the day.
the lake house was empty, besides the two of them, as luke’s eldest brothers busied themselves with who-knows-what. after an uneventful morning, watching the sunrise and eating homemade pancakes, as well as having a short movie marathon, y/n and luke found themselves ready for a long nap.
as if the world agreed with their decision, the rain began to pelt the roof and windows of the house, creating the perfect napping conditions. with tired eyes and sleepy smiles, y/n and luke all but ran to luke’s room.
surrounded by the warmth of the thick comforter, a plethora of pillows, and wrapped in each others limbs, they let slumber quickly overtake their senses. though, it wasn’t but about an hour into their nap when luke was awoken by y/n’s constant shifting.
opening his heavy lids, he looked down at her tensed face. eyebrows furrowed, lips swollen from her biting at them, and breath slightly quicker than normal. as she began to stir once more, she let out a quiet moan. luke immediately is flooded with worry, assuming she is having a nightmare.
his assumptions are quickly diminished, as he notices the familiar rub of her thighs in order to gain friction in a much needed area. a strangled whine leaves her parted lips, only solidifying luke’s theory; y/n is having a sex dream.
luke feels his cock immediately harden at the sight of his girlfriend’s plush, round body squirming before him. he could only imagine what is going on in the dream she is having. what is she doing? who is she doing?
although she did not leave the latter question hanging for long, as her desperate body let out a cry of luke’s name.
“luke!” she cried. her body beginning to rub into his subconsciously. luke fought against himself as he felt her plump ass drag deliciously along the outline of his cock through his sweats. he quickly gained some distance between their bodies as to not disturb her, or more rather, as to not lose his self control.
torn between waking her up and letting her ride out the dream, luke’s body begins to throb with need. the need to touch her, the need to help her body reach the release it so desperately needs, the need to be inside of her. his dick begs against the fabric of his boxers, as he rids himself of his sweatpants.
y/n’s breath turns rapid, at some point her body gathering the comforter between her thighs. she mindlessly ruts her core against it, pathetically trying to soothe the ache in her sleeping state.
luke decides to wake her up, in order to properly help her. scooting closer to her body, he wraps his hand around her round hip, haulting their movements against the sheets. he shakes her body lightly, as she awakes with a gasp.
“shhh. shhh. i know, baby” luke comforts her confused mind. little to luke’s knowledge, y/n had been on the brink of an orgasm in her dream. her mind still hazy with all the things he was doing to her. she looked up at luke while taking time to catch her breath.
“what were you dreaming about, angel?” the teasing twinge in his voice could not be overlooked. still in a haze, y/n found herself getting bashful.
“you clearly know what i was dreaming about.” she said with a huff, turning her body away from luke. his teasing grin only spread wider. he grabbed her hips and skillfully switching her body to be lying underneath his.
she could feel every ripple and divot of his muscles against her plushy body. his unclothed torso pressed into her soft skin, making it hard for her to form coherent thoughts. he was very intoxicating to her overstimulated senses.
“i’ll make you a deal,” he said as he dragged his long fingers over her round tummy and closer to her core, “you tell me everything that happened in your dream and i’ll make it a reality.”
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Ruben Dias x Reader - A House Is Not A Home Part 1/8
It's finally here! So excited for this new fic!😊😊
Ruben's wife dies during childbirth along with their son. Ruben hasn't been in a relationship since. Y/N is a single mother to a four year old boy. She buys a house in the small town that Ruben lives in. The house needs alot of fixing which Ruben helps with, resulting in him slowly falling in love with Y/N. However, falling in love with Y/N makes Ruben feel like he is betraying his dead wife.
Enjoy!
You were stringing along an old country road on your way to your knew house. The gravel made the tires swerve beneath you but your grandpa's old Chevrolet was up for the challenge. It would be dark soon and light rain already tapped the car windows. By the time you arrived at the adress that you had been given, the breathtaking landscape was already swallowed by the night, preventing you from seeing anything beyond a two kilometer ratio. From the driveway of the house you could see a shed rising in the fields. Must be the barn, you thought. You had been informed that there would be a barn. You didn't own any animals but you could do other things with it, like turn it into an atelier to hold your art.
"Shit!"
You rushed towards the house as the rain was pouring now. Upon turning the key in the lock you were welcomed into a dark house with silhouettes of overcast furnitures.
"Shit."
You were told that the house was left furnished for the next owner, however you had not been informed about the absence of electricity. Seeing as there was a storm, you suspected a power outage. Despite this knowledge you kept flipping the switch, with nothing happening. The house remained in darkness.
"Come on." You sighed. It had already been long journey and all you longed for was a hot shower before bed. Getting started on the house would have to wait until tomorrow.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for a Ruben Dias?"
In case of any emergency, you had been informed to call the number of a local bar, perhaps the only bar in what appered to be a very small town. Despite the storm it only took you a couple of minutes to arrive. Since there was no power you hadn't been able to call. You had entered the semi full bar, asking for the name that was written next to the number you had been given.
"How can I help you sweetheart?" Said the man tending the bar. It was a Saturday night and the bartender found a way to take the next man's drink order, at the same time give you his full attention.
"A...are you Mr Dias?"
"Dias?" The man snorted. He looked to be in his late fifties, but it was hard to tell because of his vibrant personality and youthful smile. "As in Ruben Dias?"
"Yes. Are you him?"
The man laughed. "I'm afraid not. You won't get a hold of him tonight, I promise you that."
"B...but I was given his number to call in case of an emergency. I just moved into the house down the road but because of the storm I have no power."
"No?" The man looked genuinely concerned. "I'll see what I can do." He took a step back from the bar, grabbing the home line that hung on the wall behind him. As a call was made you took a seat in one of the stools before the counter, curiously turning your head. The people here looked different from the ones in your hometown. People back home looked more diversed, and younger some how. On a Saturday night like this one the bars back home would be swirling with loud college grads and well dressed people from the city. The people in this town looked old, you observed. At least the majority of them appered to be over forty years of age. There was a young man though, sitting on a stool not too far from you. Sitting was the wrong word to explain his posture. The man lay passed out drunk, his limb body collapsed upon the bar counter. He appeared to be asleep, snoring peaceful despite the noise around him. He wore flannel, typical attire for the majority of the men in the bar. It seemed to be the typical attire for all men of small towns in the English country. That and heavy boots that came in handy during their hard labor. To your surprise the drunk man wore black sneakers, Converse, for those who are interested in knowing the brand. As you focused more on the man's facial features you could tell that he was handsome. Beyond his thick beard and untamed hair, lay a young man with fair skin.
"Alright..." Said the bartender as he hung up the phone. He had noted your fixation of the man laying passed out on his bar table, causing you to feel embarrassed for staring. "My wife is on her way. She can help you." He said.
"Is she an electrician?"
Again the man's face flared up along his marvelous laughter. "No she is not, but I dare see her try. She is truly stubborn like that."
"Why is she coming then? How could she possibly help me?"
"Well, you are in a need of a place to stay, are you not?"
Because of the power outage you had no place to stay for the night. At least not if you wanted somewhere dry and warm to sleep.
"I would've taken you to her myself, but as you can see..." The man gestured at the sea of people before him. "....I am a little busy."
"Aren't there any hotels in town?"
Not to be rude, but the thought of being taken in by strangers automatically raised a red flag within you.
"Hotel?" The man frowned. "Aren't those for tourists, thought you were a local now?" There was a twinkle in his eyes, one that instantly made you feel at ease.
"What are you drinking sweetheart?" He asked, grabbing a glass from a trey.
"Um...somthing hot." You were shivering in your seat, your hair still wet from the rain.
"Tequila shot?"
"Not that kind of hot." You laughed.
"Hot chocolate it is." He winked, disappearing into the kitchen in the back. He would return with the tastiest hot chocolate that you had ever had.
"Oh poor girl..."
The bartenders wife arrived a few minutes later. She was a short and plump woman with platinum white hair.
"David, get her a towel." She said, ushering her husband back into the kitchen. Whilst he was gone you two made acquaintance. You told her your name and she told you hers, which was Katarina. You told her about moving into town and the power outage at your house, most likely caused by the storm.
"Not the warmest welcome huh?" She chuckled as she tried to warm you up with a blanket that had been draped over your shoulders. Her husband, David, returned with a towel, actually a table cloth, for your hair.
"Make sure to tell Ruben to come by early tomorrow." Katarina told her husband. "He might have to help Y/N clear up her yard after the storm."
At least they didn't lack hospitality in this town, you thought.
"Alright Y/N, I'm taking you home with me so you can take a hot shower and get yourself cleaned up."
"That's so kind of you, thank you."
You stood, your body shivering with cold. Katarina held you close, ready to escort you out of the bar. She turned to her husband. "You make sure he gets home too." She said, reffering to the man passed out drunk by the bar.
"Always. " David winked.
They were so kind and thoughtful here, you thought. You already felt at home.
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