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Nectar and Bane - Pt. 1

Pairings: Hunter!König x Witch!Reader

Pt. 2

Summary: König is hired to hunt down a pesky witch by a warlock, who paints you as the most evil thing in the past three centuries. With the promise of finding true love (or, the closest thing the warlock can offer: a brainwashed woman who is forced to dote on the hunter), König sets out on his journey. However, you aren't what he was expecting at all, and he develops a newfound obsession with making you become his.

Warnings: dubcon, mentions of rape, manipulation, kidnapping, sex pollen (kinda? If you squint? not really, but better safe than sorry), corruption kink, mentions of blood and violence, mentions of consuming human organs, unrequited pining, angst at the end, death (not for main characters), cowgirl, missionary, mating press, biting, hair pulling, nipple play, power imbalance, handjob, obsessive thoughts and behaviour (please let me know if I missed any!)

Notes: thought I'd try my hand a fantasy au version of cod, or at least of König. This is really long (over 15000 words) so I split it into two parts. The next part is pretty much done, I'm just exhausted and wanted to at least crank out half. Let me know if you would like to be tagged in pt 2!

ps if anyone has any suggestions or tips on how to make collages or banners for fics, pleeeaseeee lmk

translations at the end

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Watch your every step. From the moment you step foot into those woods, you can’t trust anything you see.

That’s what the sorcerer had drilled into his head before he had begun his journey. He called you dangerous, cunning… “A sneaky, meddling bitch…” he had grumbled over the table in that crowded tavern.

Two small pouches, one of silver, one of gold, sat in between the two patrons on the table. Stains of ale and coffee rings littered the unvarnished wood. The wax of the thick candle had trickled down and formed small, hardened pools at the base – its flame flickered weakly, casting unflattering shadows against the man’s weathered features, and making the portentous hood covering König’s face only that much more ominous.

He'd listened warily as the sorcerer described the witch – you. Tens of centuries old, too much knowledge and too little wisdom to use it sensibly. You take whatever you want by whatever means possible, and your favored method was using your physical assets and the promise of sexual devotion to coerce those within your web to do your bidding. “Sometimes it’s for her personal gain – sometimes, she does it for fun.” The warlock added bitterly. “Akin to a serpent, she winds you into her embrace, and then crushes your bones before she swallows you whole, saving your heart for last.” You’d done it to him, ensnaring him into your alluring trap, before stealing his spellbooks, his potions, his most prized collections… and vanishing into thin air.

An enchantress, König had concluded.

The warlock’s request? “Kill her. And be quick with it. The sooner this earth is rid of that swine, the sooner we can all rest. And, better yet – bring me her eyes! Potent things, witches’ eyes can be – of course, that is if they’re still working. If the bitch has gone blind, don’t waste dulling your dagger. A handful of her hair would do just fine.”

König had killed much worse for much less, and this sounded like it would be on the simpler side of things. A few days’ worth of hunting and a quick, efficient kill – hopefully, one of his easier jobs, although with the way the sorcerer described you, that might not be. He’d dealt with magicians before; up until now, they had been rather boring to hunt – tedious, but nonetheless, boring. Most of the time, they tried to end him with some elaborate incantation in the few seconds remaining of their life after he’d ambushed them. His silver blade would be slicing across their throats before they could utter five syllables. They were always so intent on murdering their victims slowly and in a flashy manner. With König’s preference for a more immediate result, he was usually the one collecting the fingernails, teeth, and tongues.

(Over time, he’d had noticed that it was always sorcerers ordering the assassination of other sorcerers. He wondered why they had so much of an issue amongst themselves, but he didn’t question it. Whatever kept him fed and paid for his room, he would do it.)

The picture the warlock was painting of you, however, made you seem much craftier and more calculated. You couldn’t resist the glamorous ways of murder via magic – it was written in your nature as a witch. But you played the game with your charisma and wit, too; something magic users didn’t typically rely on (half of the time, because they weren’t charismatic, nor witty). You waited until your assailant would fall to your wicked charm, before dissecting him like nothing more than a toad for your cauldron. If not an easy kill, you at least sounded like you would be an exciting one – but König knew he could get something more from this client for killing you.

“What more can you offer me?” he asked.

The warlock chuckled. “The gold is insufficient, is it?” he leaned forward and hunched his shoulders, speaking in a hushed tone. “Tell me, what do you desire? Recognition and respect? Revenge against someone who’s crossed you? To bring back a loved one from the dead? Or, perhaps, to find a love of your own?”

König’s shoulders tensed, and the rest of the warlock’s utterances fell on deaf ears. Could he possibly give him a chance to find himself someone to love? Someone that he and only he can worship? It was true that he would be happier to live alone, in whatever way that would allow him to be independent of society… but the thought of being able to live alone with someone, someone who was devoted to him, someone who could decorate his hut with signs of life and warmth, someone with a kind smile and a sweet voice, someone who he could spend hours upon hours with, memorizing each curve of their body, the taste of their nectar on his tongue…

He called it love. Others would call him insane. He’d heard it all before – how no one would ever love him, given his profession, his awkwardness in carrying a conversation about anything normal other than how sharp his knives are, and how he uses them… that, and the fact that he never shows his face (“He must be hideous under there…” they would speculate). Nonetheless, he still craved the devotion of an obedient, warm body waiting for him in his cabin at the end of the day – once he did get a cabin. Why should he be denied what everyone else wants?

He knew he was a hypocrite; he couldn’t expect someone else to be so willing to leave everything and run away with him. Not with his insane ideations and obsessions – hell, not with who he was as a person. But if he killed enough healthy rabbits to keep her fed, and if he fucked her hard enough that her eyes rolled back into her head and she couldn’t muster enough strength to escape the mattress… would she ever care about what kind of man he was?

The warlock smiled slowly. “Of course… that’s what all of you sick bastards want.” He said, leaning back and folding his arms. “If it will seal our contract, I will give you whichever woman you choose. I’ll make her yours, and only yours, with unconditional love – even for your damned soul.”

A fair deal, König had thought. Which is exactly what had him currently trudging through the dense woods, searching for any traces of a witch – a sack with two loaves of bread and some apples hung over his shoulder, along with his well-worn tashka stuffed with the coin he had earned over time. His sword was strapped to his hip in its sheath, his dagger (a short sword, when it was compared to the average person) stuffed into the lead-lined, deerskin sheath on the side of his boot; and a pelt, heavy and thick, hung around his shoulders. All he had to his name.

König had done a day of research on you – testimonies and sightings of you ghosting the perimeter of the woods at an early age, hoping to lure some poor soul away as your very first victim. “I imagine she was a succubus in her previous life,” the warlock had spoken, “maybe too much of a whore for even the devil to handle.”

He had caught you one night by luring you to his cabin with the scent of a savory meal. Guessing by your inexperience, and the way you avoided using words as you snarled and thrashed in the warlock’s grip, he assumed you had not yet reached one hundred years old. You were still young and fresh-faced, appearing no more than twenty to human eyes. “After a few decent meals, and reintroducing her to the work of her past life – she’d settled in as the perfect student. It almost felt like having a pet.” He added with a smug smile.

König questioned how happy you were with being reintroduced to the work of your past, but he didn’t comment on it.

After living with the warlock as his student and whore for a few centuries, you turned into a strong, young witch. You didn’t care to go into town, preferring to stay at the cabin and watch over the brews whenever he had to make deliveries or run to the shops. The warlock had no complaints about your desire to stay holed up in his home – fewer people to ogle at you, fewer glimpses into a more civilized life that might tempt you to run away. He’d much rather you be a brooding, antisocial bitch, than watch one of his clients stare at you with a yellowed, lustful grin, like you were some harlot in the window of a brothel.

On one particular day, without any indication of what you were planning, he had returned home from his rounds to an empty cabin – not just empty of you, but of his potion stock, his rarest ingredients, and his most prized spellbooks. He’d run into the woods in fury, screeching your name and hurling threats into the trees around him – but you were gone. Not a trace of you could be found within a five mile radius of his home.

It was like you had never been there, save the absence of his personal belongings.

In König’s opinion, you didn’t strike him as an extremely dangerous individual. Sure, the warlock had harped on and on about how cunning and deceiving you were – but all you had done was lie to him. And from the way he had described the conditions you were under, König didn’t exactly blame you for running away. Maybe this job was a waste of his time…

Still, he couldn’t find it in him to complain, despite the nip of the mid-autumn air, and the fact that he was embarking on what might be one of the most treacherous endeavors of his career. He was getting a decent payout for it – that is, if he lived to finish the job. Additionally, the scenery was a comfort to his journey; wiry birch trees stood high and thickly clustered, their brown and black spots like ever-watchful eyes, staring at the gargantuan hunter as he moved. Their golden leaves mimicked the light of the sun, the real thing blocked out by the overcast skies. A whisper of wind flew by his ears, carrying down and blowing the leaves further along his path with a gentle sigh. As if nature herself was telling the world to be quiet, be still, and prepare for winter.

It was times like this where König became unsure of himself. What if he hated having someone else to care for? What if, deep down, he preferred the silence and the solitude? But then, the loneliness would strike him. The longing to be understood (if that was humanely possible), and the desire to have something warm, alive, and sentient to acknowledge him. It consumed him on those sleepless nights, perfectly warm by the hearth of whatever inn he resided at, yet so hollow without having someone to wrap his arms around.

A swaying movement in the branches above pulled him from his thoughts. Hanging down by a twine thread, tied to one of the spindling birch branches, was a tiny, burlap pouch. It reached a few feet above König’s head, and was drenched in a dark, thick liquid that dripped rhythmically onto the forest floor. Looking to where the drops landed, he noticed the matter on the ground was decaying – a steaming pile of rot was all that was left of the leaves that were once there.

He frowned. The trap was clever – for a witch in their first century. König had expected something a bit more dangerous for someone your age. Maybe the last hunter had been too gullible, and you stereotyped them to all be oafs. Or, maybe you were too old and couldn’t craft traps with the same skill and precision as your younger self.

He drew his dagger from his boot and quickly sliced the twine thread. The pouch dropped to the floor with a squelch, landing in the very puddle of death it had created. The liquid beneath it bubbled and hissed, and the bag soon dissolved to reveal its contents: bits of bone – a kind of reptilian foot, from the looks of it – dried pomegranate seeds, and a fuzzy layer of mold, all appearing to be drenched in some kind of blood.

He carefully stepped around the stinking mess, his eyes turning back onto the path to continue his hunt. He both hoped for and against finding more evidence of your existence. He wanted to get back to town as soon as he could, so he could hole himself up in an inn until his money began to run out – all the same, his mind craved a puzzle and a chase. Though, with how old you were, he doubted there would be much of a chase.

More leaking, swaying hex bags hung from branches as he trudged on, pointing him in the right direction. He didn’t bother to quiet the sound of the leaves beneath his footsteps – the rustling of the wind through the foliage was doing the job well enough. He held onto his dagger tightly, his other hand on his longsword, as he carefully toed through the dense forest. He had to be close – the smell of fennel and turmeric settled around his presence, along with the babbling of a nearby stream.

The sound of a distant tune danced through the trees. The voice was soft, yet clear, and whoever it belonged too was much too confident that they were alone in these woods. König wondered if it was actually you, and not some poor soul who had been foraging for the autumn mushrooms and berries – but he was nearly a day’s trek into the forest. No one would dare come out this far, unless they wanted to be alone. And, they were potentially hiding from something; their own past, perhaps.

He cautiously followed the sound of the tune, still disguising the sound of his own steps within the rustling leaves and wind. His heart thrummed with both uncertainty and excitement; he always did get too thrilled at the idea of a struggle and blood covering his hands. He took a deep breath in through his nostrils, focusing his attention on the voice that carried through the trees, pulling him closer and closer… He gripped his dagger tightly as he crept, reminding himself of the warlock’s warning: cunning, sneaky – be on your best wits.

The voice brought him to the edge of a clearing. The birch trees parted and encircled a few meters of earth, and a few bushes huddled along the far edge, dotted with purplish berries and thorned branches. A wicker basket, woven clumsily and rather lopsided, sat on the ground and caught each berry and branch that was tossed into it. A figure knelt in front of the bushes, carefully plucking the berries with thin, delicate fingers, stained purple from the juice of the berries, and nails that might need a trim soon, unless they were intended to be claws.

The cloaked figure confused König. The voice was too melodic, too clear and fresh for an old witch. He had assumed you weren’t much younger than the warlock, but still old. He remained a few yards away from you, shrouded by the trees and dense foliage outside of the clearing.

It was when you turned your head, dropping your handful of berries into the basket, revealing your face, that he realized how wrong he had been in his assumption.

Your skin was soft, he could tell even with the distance between the two of you. Your lips delicately moved as you sang your tune, your eyes sparkled in contrast to the dull autumn colors that surrounded you. Small wisps of your hair danced around your cheeks as the wind caressed it. Your entire body looked soft, warm, and pliable… exactly what he needed. Craved.

It wasn’t hard for him to imagine it: leaves tangling into your hair as he pressed his fingers around your neck, pushing you to the cold ground and watching as you gasped for air. He’d use his knife, but not to kill you. He’d drag it over your hardened nipples, watching them perk up even more at the prickling sensation, before he’d carve his name into your stomach. Smear your pretty blood all over your pretty face, watch as your eyes widen with horror, as you question how someone can be so deranged and cruel, how he can take so much pleasure in something so vile and horrible-

Or maybe, he could convince you that he just wants a fuck. You looked like you could use one – when was the last time you’d had someone’s lips on your breasts, or their cock in your cunt? It had certainly been too long for him… he couldn’t imagine how long you had gone without being thoroughly ravaged, living in these woods all alone. He could take care of that. He could be gentle, for a little while; holding your wrists above your head as he pushed you against a tree, whispering praise and encouragements into your ear, “… so gut, so Schön, genau so…” taking you from behind as your nipples perked up from the rough texture of the bark, listening to you whine and moan in that sweet voice of yours as he lets out months’ worth of pent up frustration by thrusting his cock into your warm pussy, over and over and over until you scream and tighten around his length, milking the cum right out of him as he fucks you deep, maybe sinking his teeth into the junction of your neck-

He growled quietly, palming his rapidly-growing erection as he tried to clear his head. Stay focused. Kill the witch, and then you’ll get what you want.

Remember the warlock’s promise.

Even if he didn’t need you to satisfy his needs, he could still make this interesting. Not like you could outrun him, anyway.

He stepped into the clearing, and as if by some ironic joke, the wind died down immediately. The crunch of his heavy boots was enough to make his presence known to any living thing within a mile radius.

Your singing stopped. You whipped your head in his direction, and immediately a look of fear fell upon your face. For a moment, the two of you were frozen in a staring contest. You reminded him of a doe, staring at the crossbow of the hunter you had noticed, wondering if this being was actually dangerous, or nothing you needed to worry about. He wondered what he must remind you of, and he wished to hear the panicking thoughts flitting through your mind.

Finally, you broke the trance – you gasped, stumbling backwards and awkwardly standing as you ripped a pathetic, little knife from your boot. You faced him and pointed the knife at him – you held it improperly, and if he truly wanted to make this messy, he could easily make you stab yourself in a struggle. He wondered what it would feel like when your nails dug into his rough skin, dragging marks down his forearms (or his back, if he played his cards right).

You pulled the thick cloak tighter around your body – you were tiny. Well, everything was tiny compared to König. But you were unexpectedly small. With the way the sorcerer had described you, he had expected you to reach his shoulders at least. But there you were, craning your neck to look up at him with fearful, owlish eyes.

“State your business!” You demanded, your voice cracking slightly.

König chuckled in response. You really were too pathetic for your own good, weren’t you? He took you in – your lips were pulled into a frown, parted slightly to reveal your perfect teeth, the way the fabric of your cloak quivered where it bunched in your fist… perfectly ordinary things that ordinary people do. But, besides the fact that you were a witch, something about you made it all so captivating.

“Hey!” you shouted, bringing his eyes back to your gaze. Your fear had given way to a judgmental ire. “Gods, have you ever seen a woman before?!”

König scoffed. “Woman? Yes, of course. I’ve seen witches, too. None as young as you, however.”

Your eyes widened in panic once again. You stretched your knife out towards him as he stalked over to where you stood. “S-stay back! I’ll kill you!”

Your meek threat didn’t slow him down. He continued his advance until he had corralled you against a tree, your one hand bracing against the trunk behind you, and the other holding the knife under his ribcage. The only thing between his flesh and your blade was his linen tunic, which wouldn’t do much to protect him should you decide to stab him – but were you capable of that? Your eyes were so filled with fear as they stared at him, your chin to the sky to take all of him in. Your fingers trembled around the handle of your knife as if the prospect of having to nick him made you uneasy.

“Not with magic?” he asked, his eyes flitting to the bush next to you. He plucked one of the berries between his thick, gloved fingers, rolling the onyx sphere between his thumb and middle finger before squashing it.

You pouted (a sight König could never grow tired of). “I’m not a wi-“

He snatched your forearm, and you yelped, dropping the knife to the forest floor. His fingers easily wrapped around you; he wondered how easy it would be to break it.

“Don’t lie, now.” He ordered, his eyes narrowing with a hint of annoyance. “You’re not good at it.”

He released your arms with a shove. You scrambled back with a fearful expression, swiping the blade from the ground. He watched with interest as you stood several yards away from him, pointing your weapon towards him once again.

“Fine.” You said, holding yourself a bit taller. “You’re right. What’s the crime in that?”

For a moment, König was lost. Why weren’t you trying to weaponize your magic? It was almost as if you had forgotten you weren’t a human. For someone who was supposed to be a cunning bitch, as the warlock had put it, you weren’t very smart.

“I’m not here for justice.” He replied, wiping his glove on his shirt. “Just doing my job.”

“Hunter?” you asked.

He extended his arms – gods, he could have crushed a pillar between those arms – as if presenting himself to you. “Was it not obvious?” he asked, and you could hear the smirk in his tone.

You huffed. “Well, you’re not a very good one. Most hunters don’t make conversation with their prey.”

Prey. He liked that you understood your position, that he was the one in charge here. Maybe you were a clever girl…

“I like to listen to the begging.”

“Begging?”

“For your life.” König folded his arms over his chest, inspecting you closely. The only thing you had to protect yourself was your cloak, and that hardly provided a shield against the wind. Even though you were obviously wary of him, it wasn’t wary enough. You had spoken too many words with the hunter, and had it been anyone else, you might have been dead long before now.

You seemed malleable – book-smart and spitfire, yet all too gullible. Easily manipulated. Just what he needed to brainwash you into loving him. Or, at least, being his pet. You’d never truly love him, he had come to learn that from experience. But maybe, if he could somehow convince you that you needed a big, scary man, who could protect you and fuck you nicely, it would be enough to make you stay. After all, you were too naïve to be alone out here, weren’t you?

Could the warlock perhaps make you his prize? It’d kill two birds with one stone, he could convince you to return whatever knickknacks you had stolen, and your presence would never bother anyone ever again – besides him, but of course, it would never be a bother to bed you every night.

Your expression turned sour. “I don’t beg.”

The tone of your voice sent a shiver down his cock. He’d have to pound that little attitude right out of you.

“Who hired you?” You asked indignantly. The knife in your hand had slowly lowered, now pointing at his feet. Your initial fear seemed to have worn off. Were you brave, or just that stupid?

“It doesn’t matter.” König replied.

“It does to me.”

“You don’t know? How many people have you wronged?”

You scoffed. “I haven’t wronged anyone. People just don’t like it when you call them out on their atrocities.”

König hummed. You had a point. “Your teacher – the warlock.”

For a moment, you scrunched your face in disgust. Teacher. Only a fool as mad as the warlock himself could consider he was any such figure in your life, other than a torturous one. Then, you sighed, shoulders slumping defeatedly, the knife now aimed straight at the forest floor. “That old toad can’t even kill me himself…” you muttered. “What payment did he offer you?”

“He promised me anything I desired of your possessions.” König replied, taking note of the change in your presence. He purposely left out the warlock’s promise to find him a “companion.”

“And what would you do with cursed fig seeds, or stag’s blood?” You asked, folding your arms over your chest (which, König noted, framed your breasts perfectly). “I have no gold – not enough to be a reward for the trouble of killing me.”

“He gave me three hundred gold coin, too.”

Your lips turned down into a scowl. “That’s all?! That absolute hypocrite!” You lodged your knife into the tree behind you and placed your hands on your hips. “I took everything from him, save that disgusting old shed he called home, and that’s all he’ll pay to kill me?!”

Your outburst pulled König from his obsessive staring. “You’re… insulted?”

You turned back to him and huffed. “Well, obviously.” You retorted. “I stole all he had to his name, and he treats me like a fly buzzing in his ear. I deserve a bit more recognition than three hundred gold coin.”

“You admit to it, then.” König said, stepping closer. You appeared to be too angry to notice how near the hunter was to you. “You are a thief.”

You laughed – a sound that König did not expect to be so sweet. “I’ve done much worse than thieving, mind you.” You shook your head. “And he’s done even worse to me.” You sighed, pulling the dagger from the tree trunk and sheathing it back into your boot.

Once again, he was reminded of how small you were. Why weren’t you afraid of him? Sure, you had the advantage of magic while he did not, but you weren’t even acting defensively anymore. You treated him like a traveler who had stumbled across your path, starting up conversation and sharing your story.

“What has he done?” he asked, his interest in you growing by the second. An outcast, despised, hated by others. He felt that the two of you were kindred spirits, and he would not risk losing a connection so rare – one he had never felt.

“You mean he didn’t even tell you?” you said, sounding more hurt than anything else.

“He did.” König sheathed his own dagger as a peace offering. “But I’m coming to think he was not entirely truthful.”

You sighed, looking down at your basket, then back at König. “I suppose I could tell you, since he brought you all this way to kill me. Walk with me – but keep your dagger away. And if you try anything, I’ll slit your throat. Understood?”

He suppressed the urge to laugh. Could you even reach his throat? “The warlock said you would lure me away to your hut, and carve out my heart.”

You huffed disappointedly, walking back to the bush near König. Completely calm, like he had only ever come up to you with the intention of finding a friend. “And yet, he’s still alive, after all the chances I had to kill him. We can stay outside of my hut, if it eases your mind. I’ll let you make your own tea, too. But if you aren’t set on killing me right this minute, I really should return to start drying these out.” You held up your basket. “Before too much time passes, and I can no longer use them.”

König had never given his prey more than a few moments to try and beg their way out of his crushing hands. He couldn’t believe he had even given so much lenience to your baseless trust in him – what he should have done was take the opportunity to grab your face and snap your neck. But he was starting to doubt the warlock’s testimony; you were a thief, yes, but had you really committed any crime? Or were you simply just taking the revenge you deserved from your captor – or, as the warlock called himself, your master?

König sighed. He gestured his hand out, signaling for you to lead the way.

You frowned. “First, give me your word.” You demanded.

“I will not harm you.” He said, with a hand over his heart. He didn’t care about forcing you to make the same promise – you were harmless enough. He did, however, make sure to avoid saying that he wouldn’t touch you. Although he was developing a few ounces more of respect for you, who knows? Maybe you would find a reason to drag him into your hut and satisfy both of your needs – and, if he was lucky enough to get that far, maybe you’d offer for him to spend the night in a warm bed, and he could be saved from sleeping on the cold earth for one night.

His word seemed promising enough to you. Threading your arm through the handle of the basket, you began marching through the woods, watching the ground carefully as you stepped over roots and twigs.

König followed by your side, watching you from the corner of his eye. You really were helpless – all it would take is a strong push from him, and you’d be tumbling down, maybe hitting your head on a stone, or rolling down the mountainside until your neck snapped. Even if the fall didn’t kill you, he could easily land one hit to your chest and pierce your lungs with your own ribs. But here you were, worrying more about the uneven forest floor than the lumbering creature by your side.

“What did he tell you?” you asked, pulling him from his fantasies. “About the beginning, when he took me.”

König laughed in pity. “He made it sound like he caught you, not that he took you.”

You sighed. “He didn’t catch me… well, I suppose he did. More like how animals are caught.” You adjusted your grip on the basket, still watching the ground beneath you. “I was the botanist’s assistant before he came along. Stared at me like I was naked. He would come more often than he needed to - asked me where I was from, who my father was – things I didn’t understand why he needed to know. I still don’t.”

König didn’t understand himself. He continued to listen, the sounds of his footsteps drowning out your quiet ones. He began to wonder just how much of the warlock’s testimony was true.

“He came to the shop one night.” You continued to recount the story. “I was lighting the lanterns in the greenhouse. It was storming, and I didn’t hear him. He bludgeoned me and dragged me into the streets like I was some sort of animal.” You paused, turning your own words over in your head. “I suppose I was, to him.

He brought me back to his cabin – that’s when he started the curse. All I remember when waking up is feeling sick. I tried to stand, but it- everything felt heavy, like I was stuck in mud. I managed to crawl outside, and he was there. Saying my father wouldn’t recognize me, that he had killed the old lady at the botanist, that everyone would think that I had killed her… that I would be burned if I returned to the village. That I would forever be an outcast as long as I lived – as a witch. As what he made me.”

You paused again, for longer this time. König looked down at you, observing how your face twisted in… disgust? Anger? Your eyes were somewhere else, possibly somewhere where you could light the world on fire, drain the life from everyone who had ever done you wrong. König had felt that same hatred before, and he had learned to let it pass. You were still stuck there, wishing you could drive a blade into the warlock’s neck – and more.

“You stayed, then?” König asked, returning his gaze to the trees before him. “Why?”

You scoffed. “It’s not like I could go anywhere, not during the change. For the first fortnight, I couldn’t do anything but crawl on the ground and wail. And he let me – I’d get to the edge of the woods, and he’d be there to drag me back. Drug me into the hut at night and held me, fucked me, saying he was protecting me and similar bullshit. Of course, he was right; at that moment, I was as good as dead if I had ventured out on my own. And once I’d gotten my strength back, I was still a new witch. I’d never be accepted into the village – witches never are, despite the warlocks being the vile ones – and I had no idea how to live as one. So I relied on him for a while, until I knew enough to make it out on my own.”

König hummed in thought. Despite the initial desire to snatch you himself and have his way with you, his fists clenched at the thought of you being dragged around by the warlock. This life wasn’t one you had chosen, and yet the very person who had forced it upon you was killing you for it. It made something within him boil, something deep and buried, that he had thought had been tucked away for good.

You didn’t deserve any of this. He was fighting with himself in that moment, but the desire to show you what you should have been given was consuming him. He wanted to tell you that he knew what it was to be an outcast, he knew what it was like to feel lonely and crave being alone at the same time. To wish that you had the power to hurt anyone you deemed deserving of it, yet to have that someone who would never hurt you.

He would do it. He would be that person for you, he would be the one to kill for you. He knew he was getting ahead of himself – after all, he was hired to kill, you, not fall for you. And he knew it was just another one of his delusional fantasies… but he couldn’t help himself. You were like him, which was something that he had not yet been able to find. Something primal in him told him to sink his teeth in, to hold onto you until you stopped your struggling and realized that this would be good, for the both of you.

He was insane. But did it matter what he was, as long as he could give you what you needed?

“So, yes-“ you continued, bringing König out from the depths of his thoughts. “- I stole from him. Took the books he used to teach me, maybe a few ingredients for potions, a few seeds to start my own garden… but compared to what he took from me, I might as well have taken a loaf of bread.”

You stopped suddenly, and König came to a halt beside you. You nodded your head to the scene before you. “It’s not much, but it’s home.”

König looked ahead: the trees parted into another clearing, larger this time. A rickety hut leaned against a wall of rock, made of thin, birch logs and mud slathered on top to keep out the wind. In the center of the clearing was a large stone, positioned near a pile of ash and rocks. A log lay near it, possibly another place for someone to sit. A small garden sat closer to the creek before your hut – it didn’t look to be doing very well, but that was expected as winter approached.

By the creek, there was a large, twisted oak. Its roots hung directly off of the bank and down into the water. Its leaves had fallen to the earth and mingled with the rest of the foliage by now – the entire thing had crimson paths winding around it, hauntingly similar to blood-filled veins. Several pieces of clothing and fabric hung from the branches and swayed in the autumn wind.

As you marched ahead, placing your basket down by the makeshift firepit and disappearing into the hut, König took a few, cautious steps forward. He was both charmed by the simplicity of it, and despondent that you were forced into this lonesome sort of life. He wanted to drag you from this measly hovel and show you something better.

But how? He was no better off than you were. All his earnings were spent on a room at the nearest tavern and a decent amount of ale to help him fall asleep. He never cared about having a home, as long as he had a place to keep out the cold. He didn’t think it would be good enough to drag you back to the village and convince you to spend the night with him in a thin-walled, noisy inn… but, even if he didn’t end up killing you today (something that seemed more and more likely with each passing second), he refused to leave you in this hell. If it was a cozy cabin, built so far away from civilization for the sole purpose of privacy and comfort, he could understand. Maybe even plead his case to you so you would let him stay. But this – this was a last resort. A broken down spot in the woods that you made for your banishment, for hiding. This wouldn’t do.

Call him insane. Call him crazy, hopeless, sick in the head… maybe his desires were founded on the thought that he would give you what he had never received.

You emerged from your hut, the thin, wooden door clanging shut behind you. You looked at him with a puzzled expression. Why was he still standing at the edge? You wrapped your cloak tighter around yourself and made your way over to him, your hair blowing across your face.

He watched as you stopped in front of him, your brow creased with question. Your head tilted back to look up at him, yet any traces of fear that you had shown earlier were gone. You looked at him like you’d known him for the past hundred years. It made his heart ache within his chest.

How could anyone have painted such a wretched picture of the woman who stood before him?

“Is everything alright?” you asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Like I said before, if you’d rather we stay outside-“

König interrupted you, reaching down and grabbing the sides of your arms firmly. You sucked in a breath warily, but you were still not afraid of him.

“I- you-“ Scheisse, what is he trying to say? He wanted to take you away, he wanted to show you how similar the both of you were to each other, he wanted to show you what (he thought) love was – slow, gentle, possessive, and strong. He wanted to keep you in his pocket, both to keep you safe from the world, and to make sure you couldn’t be taken from him. He wanted you, you, you –

This is insanity. He knew it. But that didn’t stop the fire in his chest, and the questionable throbbing in his trousers.

You knew. Your eyes said everything as they softened, as your lips pressed together into a knowing, sad smile. Were you going to turn him down? Would you say that you preferred it this way, that you liked being alone and living like a prisoner on the run? You took his face in his hands, and he had a foreboding sense in his gut that you might tell him to leave.

Quickly but gently, he cupped one hand at the back of your neck and pulled himself down to you, pressing his lips to yours before you could speak. It was only right, he thought, as he held the kiss – you didn’t understand that he could help you, he could build the life you deserved and keep you safe from any other hunters and warlocks. He placed his other hand on your lower back and pulled you in, moving his lips against your own and praying you wouldn’t deny him.

Like an angel answering his prayers, you tilted your head and wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your toes and kissing him back. He tugged his teeth at your bottom lip, and you so graciously allowed his tongue to slip past your teeth, letting him taste you. He whined, flooded with relief that you didn’t try to shove him away and call him deranged.

His cock was quickly growing hard, but he ignored it. Right now, he needed to figure out exactly what he needed to say to make you-

A raven’s call tore through the air, piercing his thoughts. It was much too close than any bird would naturally be.

He tried to turn his head in its direction, but you dug your fingers into his hair, making him stutter and freeze on the spot. He grabbed your hips, about to pry you away-

You pressed your lips firmly to his, and he heard you faintly muttering incoherent words against him. The world around him was suddenly showered with colors: purples like the berries that had stained your fingers, oranges like the leaves that were scattered across the ground, silvers like the thick clouds that blanketed across the sky… The black spots on the birch trees suddenly blinked and flitted across his vision; thousands of them stared at him, and he heard your sweet laughter echoing in the distance as the world spun, spun, spun…

He felt the cold earth press to his cheek, and the last thing he remembered was a sickening ache in his stomach.

He should have heeded the sorcerer’s warning.

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"… so gut, so Schön, genau so…”

... so good, so beautiful, just like that...

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lovings4turn · 3 months

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જ⁀➴ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊 . . . (𝐎. 𝐏.)

— when oscar gets a little too drunk to drive home after a party at your place, you offer him a place to stay for the night

+ part of my 'be my valentine' mixtape series ! this was super fun to write - i have such a soft spot for writing for oscar, so

+ mentions of drinking and alcohol

a collage of empty bottles and sticky countertops were the only remaining pieces of evidence that a party had occurred in your flat. just over an hour ago, the small place had been packed with people, some you were close to, and some you were sure you vaguely knew, somehow.

loud music had been replaced by the soft sound of a vinyl playing from your bedroom as you pottered around with a black bin bag, throwing away as much waste as you could without disturbing some of the fuller bottles of alcohol. anyone who threw away a half-full bottle of gin was a sinner in your eyes.

it was peaceful, finally having some time alone to breathe, to think. well, almost alone, anyways.

oscar stumbled around your flat with a bag of his own, steadying himself against the counter as he collected the leftover beer bottles for recycling. it was endearing, the way he seemed to trip over his own feet every now and then, the intoxication turning him into bambi taking his first few steps.

his usually pink cheeks were flushed a little darker, hair more messy as a few longer strands fell in front of his eyes. clearly putting all of his focus into his task, oscar didn’t even bother trying to push his hair away, succumbing to slightly obscured vision in his already less-than-stable state.

truth is, oscar wasn’t even meant to be staying over.

when you’d invited him to your place initially, he had claimed he would come for a drink or two, but leave early since he was already feeling pretty tired. that plan had went out of the window twenty minutes after he arrived, thanks to logan supplying him with a shot - or four - before he’d even finished his first beer.

since he’d driven over and was in no fit state to get behind a wheel right now, you’d instantly offered for him to stay at yours. he could take your bed, the couch, wherever he wanted, as long as he stayed. because he wasn’t an absolute idiot, oscar agreed without complaint.

another thud alerted you to oscar only just managing to catch himself against your kitchen cabinet, having lost his balance once more. you held back a laugh, not wanting to embarrass him, but he caught your eye with a crooked grin.

“are you sick of me yet?” he asked, accent made even thicker as his mouth worked harder to wrap around the sounds of his speech.

“not at all,” you replied, the words rolling off of your tongue without a second thought.

you didn’t think you could ever be sick of oscar, especially not like this. here he was, absolutely smashed, yet still making an effort to help you out by cleaning up around the flat a little even though you’d insisted you were fine doing it alone.

anyways, to be sick of oscar right now would make you a hypocrite: you were far from sober yourself.

a lull fell over you both, the only sound coming from the lovers rock album playing in the other room and the gentle clink of glass bottles. the padding of your sock clad feet was like percussion in the soundtrack of your simultaneous cleaning, and the whole thing felt somewhat domestic as you worked peacefully.

but, you were only human.

it was only a matter of time before you both gave up on the cleaning, vowing to do it in the morning when you were sober and more alert. the last thing you needed was for someone to drop a bottle and make the process ten times harder.

after fumbling for the kitchen's light switch and bathing the room in a cold darkness, you both moved over to your bedroom, the fatigue of the evening suddenly crashing over you.

making it to the bed seemed like far too much of an effort, yet sitting down right in front of the wooden frame was apparently much more appealing to you both.

oscar let out a soft oof as he collapsed onto the floor next to you, folding his legs up to his chest in a way that didn't look to be too comfortable thanks to his taller frame.

motivated by your own selfish wants, you let your eyes trace over every inch of oscar, taking advantage of his more oblivious state. his already sleepy eyes were lidded, and it seemed like he was fighting his own body just to stay awake for a little longer.

because nothing was ever fair, oscar caught your stare. you expected a teasing remark, maybe even a playful expression, yet nothing came.

instead, coffee coloured eyes met your own, softening reflexively as he caught your gaze. there was no mistaking it. oscar was moving closer to you.

just as your lips brushed against his, barely there like the flap of a butterfly wing, the music stopped. as the vinyl cut out, you and oscar were snapped from the bubble you’d found yourselves in, and you both pulled away with a sheepish laugh.

“fuck. two seconds,” you mumbled, huffing a little as you clambered onto your feet and flipped the record over, placing the needle back down onto the disc to begin playing the second side.

and if you happened to sit a little closer to him when you returned to your previous position, who was to blame you?

instantly, oscar's hand came to sit on your waist, thumb brushing gently against your hip as he dipped his face closer to your own. there were no interruptions this time, and your lips found his like they'd been searching for them your whole life.

and lucky old you had the whole night to savour this moment.

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noctivague · 2 months

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PAC: What area of your life needs nurturing?

Hello! Felt like doing another Pick a Card/Pile reading.

The topic of the day is: "What area of your life needs nurturing?"

How it's going to unfold is that I'll first narrow down to an area of life, look at the challenges and then the advice on how to nurture this area. This is meant to be a supporting reading that will help you grow in that specific field.

Focus on the 4 pictures above, pick the one that resonates the most (it can also happen that you feel drawn to more than one) and then read more below the pile(s) you selected.

Take what resonates and leave out the rest as this is a general reading meant for multiple people and situations.

Feel free to tell me if that resonates as I wish to improve :)

PILE 1

Cards: 4 of Swords + Valiant Courage: Take Actions with Passion Rx; 4 of Cups Rx + The Chariot + 4 of Pentacles; The Creator + The Shadow + The Mystic

The area of your life that needs nurturing is your mental and perhaps physical health. As in, you are currently depleted and in need of a rest, with a sense that your energy levels are so low that you are unable to take actions towards what matters to you.

Right of the bat I notice you got 3 out of 4 Fours of the minor arcana (Swords, Cups and Pentacles), which indicates a need to go back to the foundation and restructure yourself. Your foundations are crumbling and it's stopping you in your track because you are not tasking good care of your basic needs.

You are not allowing yourself to be bored, to rest and contemplate what's happening within and outside of yourself. So focused that you are on pushing through and advancing your life. I'm getting strong ambition and goals from this pile. You are afraid that if you take time off, you're going to lose what you have so you hang onto it for dear life, but it is counter productive and keeping you stuck in place.

The advice on how to nurture this area of your life is to:

1) get in touch with your creativity in a free, childlike and non-judgemental way. Whether you are a creative person of not doesn't really matter as it is not about skills but about expression, and we all have things to express. Keep your creations for yourself so that you can truly feel free from expectations and results. So whether that is drawing, painting, collages, sculpture, pottery, cooking, music, dancing, acting, sewing, makeup, making floral arrangements of cutting bonsai, whatever it is, pick up something that calls you and start expressing yourself creatively. Doesn't matter if you're a beginner or have done it in the past, as long as it is fun to practice.

2) another important aspect of nurturing yourself is understanding your shadow. In non-esoteric speak, what it means is that there are things withing yourself that you are pushing away because you don't want to accept them. The problem is that by denying these important aspects of yourself, you are cutting your growth short. The most important messages we can receive come from the depth of our own mind, and the shadow, while it may be painful and scary, contains keys that can make you free through understanding, compassion and acceptance. I would suggest meditation and journalling, but something else that's quite cool that ties with the first advice is that you totally can look at your creations and see what themes, thoughts or emotions are naturally emerging. Nothing is ever random when it comes to creativity, there is always something from you that comes out!

3) Once you've started being in touch with those dark thoughts, feelings and patterns, you must learn to sit with them, integrate them and make them part of your full self so that they are not a shadowy treat lurking beneath the surface anymore, but something you are fully aware of and can live in peace with. I'm getting that you should not hesitate to reach out for help if you realize at any point that you need support in order to overcome that. Some traumas are better handled with the help of a professional to guide you through it. I would also highly suggest looking up and reading about the concept of integration in psychotherapy as it could help and empower you on your quest.

Hope that helps Pile 1 and I wish you good luck on your journey! 💚

PILE 2

Cards: Queen of Pentacles Rx + 8 of Swords; 2 of Cups + Page of Swords Rx + 10 of Wands Rx; The Underworld + The Shapeshifter + The Maiden

The area of your life that needs nurturing is your relationship with love.

I'm sensing that this pile is for people who are single, either since birth or for a long time, or people who got out of a relationship and have trouble finding their footing.

What I'm getting is that you feel powerless, stuck and can't seem to see an end to your situation. You are eagerly waiting for things to blossom again but loosing hope because it's taking too long in your mind. It's like you set yourself this goal that you would find love and you're frustrating yourself that it is not happening.

You have a very idealistic view of love and are looking for something perfect and transcending, which is not necessarily a bad thing, I truly believe that we're often better off alone than with the wrong person, but the problem here is that you are being overly defensive and it's stopping the flow of things.

You may have trouble communicating your desires, which again, implies that you found someone willing and able to listen, but there is something in the way you express yourself and come across that feels like a wall between you and potential lovers. You are guarding yourself up at all times and it's not a good strategy.

Also, you are carrying a lot of baggage that you have not faced yet and so long as you don't do it, you will either be stuck where you are or cave in for something that is not the beautiful relationship you're dreaming of. There is again a message to open up, free yourself to let enough space for someone to get in.

Here is the advice on how to nurture your relationship with love:

First, you need to dive within yourself and face those burdens and over-defensiveness regarding forming new connections. The Underworld implies that it is something you dread a lot. It might be scary and ugly at times, but it is so necessary. It's an internal process that may take some time depending on your dispositions and willingness to do the work, but going through your own personal hell will make you stronger when you come out of it.

I'm getting that some of you might have a lot of disgust and shame towards intimacy and sensuality.

Your self is composed of so many facets and it's time to explore those you have been neglecting for so long. Again, I'm getting that you are neglecting your romantic, emotional, and/or sensual side. You don't have to make it your whole personality but it seems that it's important for you and that you should integrate that in your whole self more.

I'm getting that some of you have also either been neglecting their appearance, or been stuck with the same look for a while, so it might be a good idea to switch things up a little! Get a haircut or find a few new outfits. The important thing is not to look like someone else but find something that makes you feel fresh and confident and that expresses a new part of yourself, one that has been hidden for a while. This might take so trial and error as you are lacking practice, so don't expect to find the right thing straight away, but trust in the process and have fun exploring!

The last card asks you to reconnect with your sensuality and candid openness to romance. Whatever gender you are, there is a lot of healing energy in the Maiden archetype you can embody. And you don't need anyone to do that *wink wink* use your imagination or whatever support you want (audio, visual, written, etc...) the goal is to explore your body, your sensations and your emotions, and, again, explore that neglected part of yourself.

As a result you will be more willing to open up to new connections, whether it be from people in your circle or outside of it.

That's it for today Pile 2! Hope that helped and I wish you good luck on your journey! 💗

PILE 3

Cards: 4 of Cups Rx + 8 of Wands Rx + Crossing Bridges Rx; Judgement + The Chariot Rx + 6 of Pentacles; The Creator + The Riddle + The Father

The area of your life that needs nurturing is your own stance towards life. More precisely, I'm getting isolation and refusing to be on the receiving end of things.

Basically, it seems you are shutting yourself off from the world and people around you. Refusing help and advice and shutting yourself off in your own familiar world of self-reliance. You are reluctant to leave this old way of doing things behind, metaphorically crossing the bridge and leaving the past behind.

Perhaps you hold unresolved grudges and resentment towards someone or a situation and you are unable to let it go and move forward. Perhaps you have been a carer for a long time and forgot that you al so need to receive sometimes to keep the balance of things.

It seems like you are stopping the flow of exchanges between you and other people, as in, you refuse to receive and you are giving too much of yourself, your time, your energy and/or resources, and are depleting yourself in a way.

You are getting stuck in your track and unable or unwilling to transcend to a new state of being and looking at the world. You are unable to see that life holds so many possibilities and potential for growth and you are stuck in stagnation.

The advice for Pile 3 is the following:

Like Pile 1 you got the Creator archetype, but I feel like it's way less literal in your case. For Pile 3, I'm getting that you need to focus on yourself and your own self expression more. Do things that make you happy and fulfilled and stop always trying to please everyone. The Creator archetypes creates for their own pleasure and enjoyment, and you need to embrace that stance on life, which might or might not include creative endeavors, but you've been neglecting your own enjoyment of life and it's time to stop.

I'm also getting that you are facing an impossible problem to resolve and you're getting stuck in mind games, trying to find the answer to the Riddle. The truth is, you need to step away from finding the answer to this problem because you are looking in the wrong direction. I'm getting savior complex. You are just one person, you cannot neglect yourself for the sake of your family, your friends, your community or the world. You need to help yourself first before you can help anyone else.

Finally, the Father here indicates me that you are over-focusing on the negative aspects of masculinity, and I'm saying that regardless of your gender, as everyone embodies these qualities in one way or another.

Basically, you need to learn to talk about your feelings and ask for help when you need it. Don't try to be a carer for everyone and find balance in the knowing that you can be taken care of to, and you need it!

If people around you don't accept that, I'm sorry but you're going to need a time out from them until they understand and change their way, or cut them off completely if that's not an change they are willing to make. You deserve so much more than what you are getting Pile 3!

That's it for this reading, I hope it was helpful and I wish you good luck on your journey! 💛

PILE 4

Cards: 2 of Wands + 4 of Swords; Knight of Wands + Page of Cups + X of Pentacles Rx; The Box + The Orphan + The Eternal Child Rx

The area of your life that needs nurturing is towards your career and your future goals regarding prosperity.

It seems, when it comes to your career, that you are stuck in a state of inaction and vague contemplation towards your future.

You feel quite dissatisfied with the state of things but you can't quite tell what it is you need in order to finally feel fulfilled. I'm getting that these thoughts are nailing you down.

You feel like you need to wait for something to happen, to show you the light, and that then you'll be able to find your path.

For the struggles regarding this situation, it seems you are balancing between two states. The first is some type of tense over-activity that pushes you to run towards the first potential opportunity that arises for you. You might jump from one idea of path to another, or one job or education to another, never truly digging deep enough or being committed enough to go anywhere. You're basically running in circles.

The other side is to get lost in your wishy washy stance and drowning in your feelings of indecision. Again, it's like you find a thing that seems cool, you go for it, get cold feet, and opt out. The result is that you are blocking your own prosperity, which by nature takes time and dedication.

The advice for Pile 4 and their career is the following:

First, it seems you are putting yourself into a box made of expectations learned from your upbringing and society. You feel like you need to find THE solution, find it fast, and earn success and/or fulfillment straight away. Reality is unfortunately rarely like that.

So you need to examine these expectations you are imposing on yourself and free yourself from them, because they are hindering you more than they are supporting you. They seem like a good idea to motivate yourself but really they are only making you more confused.

Because at the core, you are not asking yourself what you truly need. Perhaps the reason why you struggle so much to find your path is because you are rejecting what you need the most. Perhaps even it's related to the box because you've been told that this isn't possible or desirable.

This is not for everyone, but I'm getting that some of you have some undiagnosed disorder making it difficult for them to function. In that sense the box is literally you not fitting the mold of society and the best thing you could to is to seek help in order to navigate that because you've been trying for a while and you can't do this on your own.

Lastly, there is a need to grow up, and I'm not saying this to be mean, but rather, to encourage you to take accountability for your life and make decision for yourself. Not what other people wants from you, not what society tries to makes of you, but what YOU want to do. Stop waiting for an answer to fall from the sky, pick a path and work towards it. It doesn't mean that you will forever do that, but at some point you need to get out of your nest and pursue something with dedication.

Voilà I hope it was useful Pile 4! I wish you good luck on your journey! 💚

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aryxchse · 1 month

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beach talks / percy jackson x mortal! fem! reader.

a / n : and here i thought i wouldn't write anything mortal x demigod trope,,,, but yeah my brain is screaming ideas to me from all of the bf asmr's and percy jackson's hot self i keep up with. and please let demigod's have magical phones!!

warnings : crying, cuteness overload, suprisingly i didn't cursed?? childhood friends to strangers (?) to lovers, first love, enchanted to meet you fr

oh how you missed perseus jackson.

yancy academy was something traumatising for the both of you, but percy made it easier to survive. he was fun, sarcastic, cute, and had the most gorgeous sea green eyes.

you two loved sneaking out from the school, just to visit beach. you both loved the sea, but you knew he loved it more than you. whenever he was near the ocean, he would always be more calmer.

his eyes would change the color according to the sea, or you we're just so in love with his eyes that you romanticised it in every way.

so when he called you last night, to ask you if you would meet up at the beach you always visited back then, you couldn't say no. instead, you laughed and said 'you always loved to be near the ocean anyways.'

you were so mad at him, so mad. you said you wouldn't leave him when he got expelled, but instead, he left you. he dissapeared without saying anything. and years later, the last week of the summer before collage starts, he reached to you.

and you're so, so mad at yourself for agreeing to meet up with him.

but then again, the way you missed and loved him was more powerful than your anger.

the beach was the same as the last day you arrived here. two years after percy got expelled and didn't even answered any of your calls that time, dissapearing. you were 14, now returning as 18.

you saw a familiar boy sitting on the sand, hugging his knees and watching the ocean with a calm look on his face. he had the same messy raven hair and sharp features with the boy you were in love with when you were 12.

"percy?" you called softly, approaching the boy. he immediatly turned to you, bright sea green eyes piercing your soul.

oh, those sea green eyes.

"oh gods, y/n," he said, stooding up. you tried to pay no mind to him saying 'gods' instead of 'god.' since he hugged you like he was going to break your ribs. "i missed you so much."

the tears were already showing themselfs in your eyes. man, you really loved this boy. as you hugged him back, the change in his appearence made you sad. because you weren't there to see it, to tease him for how quick he got taller or how ripped he was now.

he was more tan, he had many, many scars on his body. he smelled like salt water and wow, he was so much taller than you now. not to mention of how bigger his body get. was he in the military or something when he was gone?

"thank you for coming," he said, pulling away to look at you. his smile was bright like you remembered, so strong that always making people mirror his expression. "i really appreciate it."

"well, i deserve an apology right?" you said, sitting next to his previous place on the sand. he sat next to you, expression.. guilty.

"you deserve much more than that," he said quietly, meeting your eyes. you avoided them, 'cause if you didn't, you would scream: it's okay! i forgive you handsome!

"what are you waiting for then?" you asked, watching the ocean. "make up for it jackson."

and with that, he began to tell you everything. he knew he didn't have to hide anything from you, and how you we're a little mythology obsessed. it did suprised you, but you didn't showed it.

"and i knew i had to reach you after the last war because," he said, meeting your eyes again. this time, you looked back at him. "there's not gonna be any prophecy soon."

a sigh escaped your lips, as a way of process everything. "first of all, i'm mad." you said, and percy groaned in sadness. "because i would've helped you through everything, i would try my best."

"i know," percy whispered. "but i didn't want to put you in danger, you're important to me."

good one, you thought. he sure learned how to make a girl melt.

"second of all," you ignored his comment. "i guess i can forgive you since, you saved the world and all." he chuckled at your joke, finally relaxing his shoulders.

"you- you're not freaked out?" he finally asked. and you shook your head.

"you knew i always had a thing for supernatural stuff," you said with a shrug, smiling at him. he smiled back, squinting his eyes because of the sun. "yeah, i know." he nodded.

"so uh," you avoided his gaze again. "got any girlfriends? you've been gone for too long, we need to make up for it."

you were actually scared to ask this question, because you couldn't had a boyfriend after him. you didn't know why, but you were so loyal to him that you didn't even loved someone after him.

"no." he said. "i never loved anyone like i loved you."

oh gods, you thought. did he read my mind? how can we be this same?

"you-" you stuttered. "you- what?" he chuckled, pinching your cheek.

"guess i skipped the part were my fatal flaw is loyalty," he explained. "i had the biggest crush on you when we were 12, and i couldn't forget about you ever since. i knew i had to be with you, so i won the wars and didn't die, just to return to you."

the pinching turned into caress, and the next thing you knew was you were in his arms. "perseus jackson," you whispered, tears rolling down. you hated when you were filled up with this much emotion. "you're really the worst first love."

he only smiled, like he knew the feelings were mutual. and deep down, he did. all those years, he knew he was going to reach you and make you his one day. just when all of the stuff was over, like now.

"i know pretty," he murmured, resting his forehead against yours. he kept caressing your cheek gently, and your noses brushed every once in a while. "but i'm gonna make up for it, i swear it on the river styx."

#haha i hate this #DID YOU GUYS NOTICED THE WAY YOU SAID GODS AFTER HIM TELLING HIS STORY??#its important to me that you did #and you guys are just 'i cant argue with a boy who has sea green eyes'#and like 'okay whatever you say handsome 😍'#same tbh #perseus jackson x you #i am using this tag from now on #percy x you #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #percy jackson series #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson headcanon #pjo show #pjo tv show

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SWEET DREAMS | vinnie hacker

--- MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD ---

your best friend sleeps over and what more can you really say- hot best friend sleeping over almost always results in sex?

VINNIE X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, praise n degradation kink, pet names, unprotected sex, choking,

word count: 2.3k

Vinnie and I have been best friends since we were 13. I had met due to him moving to my school and I was assigned with showing him around the school and that’s what led to both of us ending up making fun of shitty rom coms in my apartment 8 years later.

“No no they’re both gonna get locked in the room together and confess their love to each other and get married and have 2 kids and a pet fish” I laughed out, rom coms could be great but if only the directors tried to be a bit creative.

“No no what, he’s obviously a secret billionaire and the girl is poor so he’s gonna pay for her collage or some stupid shit and then they’ll confess their love to each other and get married and have 2 kids and a pet fish obviously” He said staring at me with a stupid grin on his stupidly attractive face

As we grew up together and puberty hit both of us like a moving van on fire I came to the pretty quick realization that my friend was hot- and that was fine- but I also realized I had the tiniest crush on him, but that's all it was a meaningless crush I wasn’t going to do anything about it.

“Shut up no there no way he’s a bill-” I was cut-off with my cat nipping at my leg- their so fucking cute

“Awe shit it’s really fucking late and it seems like my baby boy wants some food” I coo to my cat, ignoring Vinnie

“Awe I am a bit hungry” Vinnie jokes, both of us had a pretty flirty relationship and we’ve probably kissed while drunk- though I can’t really remember it- but I’ve tried to keep everything platonic no matter how hot he was and no matter how much I really wanted to kiss his stupid fucking mouth.

“Shut up weirdo I'm gonna head to bed you can do whatever weird shit you do at night” I picked up my cat and walked to my room, Vinnie was sleeping on the couch and something he insisted on since he was a ‘gentleman’.

I heard a faint ‘Yes Ma’am’ from the living room and cuddled up onto my bed watching my cat curl up on the end of my bed, I put on some mood music and tried to fall asleep.

After about 5 minutes of tossing around on my bed I fell asleep to the sound of rain outside my window and Deftones playing on my speaker.

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His hands curled around my neck squeezing the sides,

“Your such a fucking slut for your best friend aren’t you” I knew that voice, the voice that had been tormenting my life for years- Vinnie

“Please Vinnie, fuck please” I was begging

“C’mon you can beg better than that, I know you can be a good girl and beg” Fuck fuck fuck was this really happening

Before I could beg our lips connected- it was so much, almost too much- He bit down on my lip and his hands trailed to rub on my clothed cunt, his hands dipped into my waistband and-

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I woke up in a cold sweat- I felt so fucking gross.

Of course I’ve had dreams about him- he’s hot and I’m only human- but when his in the same house as me... fuck no

Oh god what if he heard me- what if he heard me having a fucking wet dream about him.

I wanted to curl up into a little ball and die

We are best friends

Just best friends. No more

I got out of my bed- if I was gonna act normal I need to get something to drink- I walked out into the hallway and heard shuffling coming from the living room.

Great he’s still up

I walked into the kitchen trying to ignore him heading straight for my fridge

“Oh hey I thought you were going to bed, are you okay?” He says now standing right in front of me and he’s fucking shirtless- fuck this is so hard for no reason

“Oh I just needed to get something to drink- y’know” I say trying not to stare at his bare torso

“Yeah want me to pour you some water” He asks, he’s really sweet but that's not what I’m looking for

“Thank you for the offer but I’m just gonna settle on some good old fashioned alcohol” I giggle and pick up a bottle, but he scrunches up his face- he’s confused

“Um this late are you sure y/n we can get food if you want” He’s says with his voice laced with concern

“Uh no thanks I’m fine with alcohol I guess” I say- the tension is suffocating and it makes me want to throw up- I turn around hoping that if I walk away Vinnie will drop it.

“Y’know your really talkative in your sleep”

what.

“Huh what” This can’t be happening, no it's not happening I don’t believe it. I turn around so carefully as not to disturb the thick fog of tension enveloping the room, to see him leaning on my kitchen counter with a stupid grin on his face

He’s walking toward me- fuck fuck fuck

“I said you talk in your sleep- I was walking past your room and heard noises coming from your room” He’s way to calm for this

“I-I guess but y’know a lot of what people say in their sleep could I don’t know be taken out of context or-” I’m cut off by him laughing- he’s enjoying this while I want to die, I really fucking hate him right now

He leans right next to my ear with his hands lazily resting on my waist,

“I don’t really know what other context ‘Please Vinnie, fuck please’ could be in besides me fucking you” he breathes right into my ear and I have decided that I want to shrivel up and die

I want to say something but I can’t- I literally can’t my voice is drying up

“C’mon don’t tell me you’ve lost your voice please do tell me what other context you moaning my name could be” He quirks an eyebrow and i’ve lost all form of constraint, I’m staring directly at his lips god there really pretty lips

He very obviously notices and catches my chin with his first two fingers forcing me to stare at him in the eye.

“Y’know” He draws out, while cocking his head to the side “I dream about you too”

“What” I can’t believe what I’m hearing

“Yeah, I dream about a lot of stuff but mainly you and I… fucking” He says with so much composure that for a second I don’t register what he means

He dreams of him and I… fucking.

His face moves from my ear to right in front of my face

I can’t even tell what’s happening until he’s inches away from my face with his hot breath fanning my face, waiting for me to close the space.

Am I really going to ruin our friendship just because Im horny?

Yes.

I instantly connect our lips, hooking my hands around his neck to link our bodies together. His mouth lifts off mine for just a second to tell me to “jump” before he’s on me again while walking both of us into my room as he throws me onto the bed.

He sits up for a second while he takes his pants off and then his boxers. And he hands trail up to my shit and then looks up at me as if he’s asking for permission and I answer him myself by pulling my shirt off and hooking my hands around his neck

Vinnie and I had been friends for as long as I could remember. We had grown up together, gone to the same schools, and shared so many memories. We knew everything about each other, but somehow, we had never crossed the line from friendship to something more.

But tonight, I couldn't help it. I needed him. I needed to feel his arms around me and his lips all over my body.

Our lips met again, this time with more passion and intensity, as we explored each other's mouths with our tongues. The taste of his lips was intoxicating, and I couldn't get enough of it.

As we continued to kiss, my hands found their way to the back of his head, pulling him in even closer. His hands roamed over my body, caressing every inch of my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

Our bodies entwined, our breaths becoming one, as we lost ourselves in the moment. Nothing else mattered except the feeling of his lips on mine and the warmth of his body pressed against mine.

He disconnects the kiss again, “God if I knew how bad you wanted me I would have fucked over my fucking counter the last time you were over” He tells you before looking down at me with admiration mixed with lust in his eyes.

“Hey Vin?”

“Yes, pretty girl?”

“Fuck me.”

And he finally shifts above me, guiding his dick into my folds and ever so slowly pushing it in.

He’s so big that I can feel him over me yet he’s not close enough. I arch my back trying to get more but he just laughs in my face shaking his head, “Baby just relax your worrying too much” He tells me.

He’s being so slow and so sweet but god I really just want him to fuck the living daylights out of me;

“Vinnieeee” I whine,

“Yeah doll” He replies

“Harderrr” And as I finish that sentence it’s like a spark ignites in him

His pace goes from slow and sensual to fast and rough, every thrust hits my deepest spots and makes my entire body loosen up. He hovers over me and presses chaste kisses all along my body and he focuses on my collarbones and shoulders biting and licking them, it's bound to leave marks for days.

His hands move in unison with his dick, going in circles as they press on my clit, forcing me to scream loudly enough for everyone outside to hear me. When his fingers do eventually touch my clit, a pool of heat forms in my belly.

And that’s when I remember how thin my walls are and if my neighbors can probably hear, and feel, me.

I quickly use my hand to cover my mouth to prevent me from any form of embarrassment. But I’m quickly met with a sound of disapproval from Vinnie.

“No baby I wanna hear how good I make you feel, I want everyone to know your my girl” He tells me, pressing a kiss to my tits, “So show them,”

That almost makes me lose it because those words transform me into putty that he can shape whichever he wants. At this moment, I no longer have any control over my body; he is pinning my hands over my head, and I have no intention of resisting him.

His actions don’t stop, I can feel each of his thrusts and the way they stretch me out until I go dumb, unable to form coherent sentences.

One of his hands leaves my hip and ends up next to my head caging me in. I’ve always loved his hands, they’re bigger than mine and when they flex over his keyboard or how their able to catch the light in a such a special way and god, when their adorned with rings it’s like he wants me to go fucking feral

I feel like he would be good at choking someone…

I need him to choke me.

“Baby I need you” I whine out not being able to express what I want.

“Princess, whaddya need, I’ll give you everything”

“Your hands… please” I tell him and he giggles in confusion

Cute “Baby where am I gonna put my hands?”

“Neck.”

And I just watch as his eyes blow out thinking for a second before his pretty tatted hand slides across my body reaching the base of my neck.

“If you ever can’t handle it just tap my leg pretty” He tells me before squeezing.

I don't see stars; all I can see is him hanging above me with a stupid smile, and I don't believe I've ever seen anyone more beautiful than him. It feels so fucking amazing. I roll my eyes to the back of my head and arch into his chest.

“So good for me, such a good, dirty girl” He says no louder than a whisper and he continues to jam into me

He lets go but returns his hands back shortly but uses his thumb to open my mouth, “Open pretty girl,” and fucking spits in my mouth

Now if this was another guy, I’d gag but the way Vinnies eyes are so dark and his lips curve into his cute ass smile, I swallow immediately arching into his touch

It feels like this ritual goes on forever, him rutting into me, choking me, letting go and then repeating- I feel like the best I’ve ever felt in my life.

And finally after a particularly hard thrust, I come undone below him, my hands freed and I use them to dig my nails into Vinnies back as he rides me through my orgasm making me feel so goddamn good.

He cums after a little with his forehead pressed to mine his presses kisses all over me and when he's finally done he pulls out and heads to the kitchen.

I’m so loopy that I don’t realize he’s gone until he comes back wiping me down with a towel and placing a glass of water on the bedside,

“Hey princess, how are you doing?”

“Good… really fucking good” I giggle

“Yeah, don’t worry too much about this, we can talk about it later.” He says pressing a chaste kiss on my lips and before pulling away he whispers,

“But we both know your mine, sweet dreams.”

#bella's full works #bella fawns over vhacker #vinnie hacker smut #vinnie hacker x reader smut #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker imagines #vhackerr #vincent hacker #vinnie hacker oneshot #vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie x reader #vinnie imagines #vinnie

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Drunken Crafts (Stucky x Reader)

It was a painfully average day in your house, Steve and Bucky off at Avengers headquarters doing god knows what while you lounged around. You had already cleaned the whole house to entertain yourself: the vacuuming was done, the bathrooms were spotless, all of the laundry and dishes were clean and put away. You had even started dinner, cooking a beef stew with vegetables in the pressure cooker.

What else, truly, was there to do?

You felt like Rapunzel in the beginning of Tangled–you had already read a book this morning, you took a shower, you even clipped the cat’s claws!

You pattered around the house, convinced nothing would entertain you at this point, until your eyes landed on Bucky’s bottle of Tennessee Whiskey.

You glanced back and forth, almost nervous to be caught sauntering over to the bottle. You shyly took it and brought it over to the kitchen, where you mixed it with some sweet tea you had made earlier.

You took a sip and sighed happily, bringing both the bottle and the tea to the living room where you planned on watching some youtube.

As the drink became more empty, new ideas sprung into your head. You decided to get out all of your crafting tools, deciding on making both Bucky and Steve a masterpiece. After another drink or two, you couldn't remember, you abandoned the crafts and decided hey, what better time than now to bake some cookies? It'd be a fun dessert after having your stew.

With that, you skipped off to the kitchen, drink in hand, to bake. At one point you decided to take off your pants, after all, they weren't your sweats and you didn't want to dirty them. The same thought did not occur about the XXL Avengers logo tee you had on.

You turned on your favorite happy music, bouncing around eating raw cookie dough from the wooden mixing spoon.

The music was so loud that you didn't hear Bucky and Steve enter. You were too distracted making cookies that you forgot you not only had music on, but youtube as well, and a mess of crafts in the living room.

Steve confusingly walked up the stairs as Bucky took off his shoes, unsure of why there was so much loud noise throughout the house.

“Beautiful?” He called, and his eyes softened immediately at the sight of you.

He stopped in his footsteps, leading Bucky to catch up and hastily go “Is everything okay, Stevie?”

Steve pointed at you, dancing obnoxiously with cookie batter in your hands, and Bucky sighed in adoration, before noticing that you had no pants on.

He practically bolted up the rest of the stairs, and you caught his eye as he fully entered the kitchen with a “Buck!!”

“What're you doing honey?” He asked, looking around the floor of the apartment to see your mess.

“Baking cookies!!” You happily answered, swaying back and forth with a giggle.

Before Bucky could comment Steve brought his attention. “Looks like someone got to your liquid gold, honey.” He held up the now empty whiskey bottle.

Bucky stared at the bottle with wide eyes, then turned back to you.

“Is something wrong?” You laughed, throwing your cookies in the oven (quite literally-you didn't realize how aggressive you were being).

Bucky smiled along with Steve, and grabbed you from behind. “Nothing, we just love you.”

“I love you both too!!” You said with a hiccup, then you remembered. “Oh wait !! I have a gift for you two!!”

You ran off to the living room, while Steve turned off the very loud music. They both followed you in, eyes nearly bulging out of their heads at the mess you made.

You didn't notice their look, instead holding up a large piece of card stock full of collage, stickers, and drawings. It said “DrAwINg fOr My SoULmaTeS” in letters from various magazines.

It was frankly a mess and didn't make any sense, but Steve took it in his hands anyway. Him and Bucky were silent.

You started tearing up. “You hate it!!”

Bucky rushed to your side, cooing. “No, no, darling. It's beautiful.”

“This is fridge worthy.” Steve announced, and you smiled giddily.

With a loud ding! your attention was immediately averted, deciding to shout (in Bucky’s ear none the less) “MY STEW!!”

You tried to run to the kitchen but Bucky caught you. “Why don't you let Stevie and I worry about dinner. You relax.”

You pouted, not thrilled with this decision that both of your boys seemed set on.

By the time they came back to you with a dinner plate in hand you were passed out on the couch, drooling all over the couch pillow. Bucky put your plate in the fridge and Steve picked you up, cautiously bringing you to the bedroom.

You blabbered on about something in your drunken sleep haze, repeatedly telling Steve “I love you, I love Bucky, You guys are my favorite.” and so on.

“I know darling,” Steve smiled. “We love you too.”

How did you get so lucky?

#stucky x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #captain america #marvel #the winter soldier

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luke hughes request

luke and reader grew up together as their parents are best friends, playing on the same hockey team together being best friends, but being the youngest of jack and quinn and the reader having no siblings, luke and the reader were the babies of the family. Reader and luke went to umitch together and played hockey together there too, reader and luke both got drafted in 2021 only one pick form each other but also meaning then went to diffent teams as well something they weren’t very happy about about. luke and reader have always acted like best friends so no one thought they would be anything different than that but when they went to collage the two saw each other different and started dating each other and quickly realized they worked perfect dating just as they do best friends. so maybe they haven’t told anyone and they are going to home to the lake house for the 23 season and maybe one day they are on the boat and luke takes his shirt off and he just has scratches and hickeys everywhere. and the boys are all the boy/(like jack and quinn’s friends since all luke and reader friends know about them) are shocked that luke would have that on him, and jack is like how did you sneak someone in and quinn noticed the blush on the readers cheeks and when she turned her head he could see a hickey on her neck and quinn quickly figured it out and maybe jack and quinn are just shocked and idkkk what to do for the ending so you pick :)

oooo i love this idea!

so reader and luke are besties and inseparable and so she goes 3rd to the ducks and obvi luke is excited for her but is a little sad bc they'll be on opposite sides of the country when she signs.

they go to umich together and after a fun night out at a party, they drunkenly confess their feelings to each other and start dating a few days later after realizing that they both meant what they said. all of their friends at umcih know that they are together and their parents know but it hasn't quite come up to jack and quinn yet.

the summer after luke signs (summer of 2023) is the first time they really get to have a summer with each other since they both had a bunch of hockey stuff going on.

reader spends the whole summer attached to luke's side which jack and quinn don't bat an eye at.

what they do notice is during the first week or so, luke takes his shirt off to get in the lake and it's scratched up to all hell. thankfull jim and ellen weren't with them. quinn is the first to notice it and his face twists in disgust as he instantly knows what it is.

jcak notices is after and calls luke out, "lukey, what the hell happened to your back? you look like you got in a fight with a thorn bush and lost?"

luke blushes and makes eye contact with reader who also blushes. jack then says, "who could've even done that? did you like sneak someone in without us knowing?"

jack is obviously oblivious to reader's face. quinn, however, is not. quinn notices the blush on her face and even sees a small hickey on her neck and quickly puts the peices together. luke sees the gears turnign in quinn's head and glares at him before sitting enxt to reader and putting an arm around here.

quinn comments, "jack, are you that fucking stupid?"

"what?"

"him and y/n are fucking. he didn't sneak anyone in. it's him and y/n."

"ohhhh. that makes a lot of sense actually. wait, gross! i share a wall with you guys! are you at least wearing protection?"

reader def gets embarrassed and hides in luke's chest who tightens his grip on her. luke snaps at jack, "yes we're being safe jack. and i really don't think i need to be having the safe sex talk with you of all people jack."

quinn snorts and keep his comments to himself. he trusts luke more than he trusts jack anyways. so now they're just shitting on luke for having a girlfriend and being in love.

#luke hughes #umich hockey #new jersey devils #nhl hockey #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagine

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hellooo! its me again i was wondering if you could make a oneshot youngest sibling! reader x rottmnt boys abt the reader moving out because their going to college and the turtles are just a crying mess of the thought of their baby sister moving away, please? no rush if you have the time it would be greatly appreciated. thanks!

A/N : this was more fun to write then i though it would be so thank you sooo much for this ask. Also i'm sick, got food poisoning somehow? so its not checked for spelling error cuz i cant be asked <3

Collage?

Huh?!

They swear you just started middle school!

Raph and mikey are just hugging you and bawling their eyes out

Donnie is trying to keep his bad boy cover on but you swear you see his bottom lip tremble

Leos just staring blanking at you as if you kicked him

Basically you will be very missed

Donnie and april were very helpful When you started submitting for different collages

Your sitting at you laptop before letting out a scream

Your brothers run into the room. Leos screaming as well

Of course he is. Why wouldn't he be.

“I GOT A LETTER”

They scramble around you telling you to open it

You hesitate

“What if they say im not good enough..?”

“GASP! Why would the little sibling of the smartest turtle not be able to get in?”

You take a deep breath and open the email

You read it out loud

“Dear ____ Hamato. We are happy to tell you that you have been accepted into _____ collage……”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHH”

Tears are coming out your eyes as your brothers hug you tightly

“Omg i got in! I GOT IN!”

You got in your dream collage!

Everyone celebrating

When the time comes for you to leave the turtles are heart broken

Your bags are packed and you room duller than usual

“Did you pack everything?”

“Yess dad”

“You’ll be safe right?”

“Dont worry theyll be safe”

You have like 7 trackers on you

“Don't go partying too much ok?”

“Don't go partying at all!”

“I will teleport there if you do”

“Please don’t”

#tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x you #rise of the tmnt x reader #rottmnt little sibling #little siblings #rottmtnt #raph tmnt #mikey tmnt #tmnt donnie #raphael tmnt #tmnt #platonic tmnt x reader #rise of the tmnt

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Shotgun

a/n: AHHHHH hello!! I’m Lottie and I've been so horrifically obsessed with dealer Ellie that it's not even remotely okay. I had an idea for a fic and instead of requesting it from someone else, I decided why not write it myself! I’ve never posted any fics before bc I’m lowkey ass at writing so if any dialogue is awkward or the grammar is bad I'm so sorry :( Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy it, have a great day I love you ♡ part 2

I kinda modeled the reader after me subconsciously, so the reader is a bit shy and bi (sorry to my lesbian baddies I luv yall, its only one line). Also, I just made up a random roommate named Sam, very sorry if your name happens to be Sam.

Summary: After being dragged to a party by your roommate, you escape out to the porch for some air. Not realizing it was already occupied, you end up having a lot more fun at the party than you thought you would

warnings: language, modern!au, dealer!ellie, weed, shotgunning, collage!au, things get the tiniest bit spicy (only a tad)

wc: 1.6k

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The music pounded in your ears as you pushed past all the sweaty bodies in the middle of the room. Parties had never quite been your scene, but Sam had begged you to come with her and that girl does NOT take no for an answer

This all started with Sam bursting into your shared dorm, ripping your headphones out of your ears, and standing beside your desk with her hands on her hips. “Bitch, you never come out with me! It's like all you do is sit in the dorm all day, you gotta get out there!!” She excitedly screamed, pulling you to your closet to pick out what you should wear.

You and Sam had been randomly paired as roommates but quickly got close despite how different the two of you seemed to be. Sam was always out at parties being social and seemed to know absolutely everyone on campus. You on the other hand... well were almost the exact opposite. You always joked that you were like the crotchety old man of your floor who only left for food or class, and just wants all those damn kids to quiet down while you’re trying to sleep.

“Sigma Nu is throwing tonight, you HAVE to come with me. I’ll be lost without you please please please!”

Sam was, in fact, not lost without you. She had practically ditched you the minute some frat boy asked her to play pong with him, leaving you alone and painfully sober in a sea of drunk college kids. As much as you loved Sam, she always seemed to do this whenever you come out with her. She’d beg that it wouldn't be fun without you but would leave as soon as you got there and you’d be stuck on babysitting detail for her drunk ass for the rest of the night. After about the fifth push and second drunk couple not noticing you leaned up against the wall and making out basically on top of you, you decided to leave in search of some desperately needed air. Weaving through sweaty drunk people should be a fucking Olympic sport because holy shit- you barely escaped with your life. After going through the kitchen, you finally found your way to a sliding door, quickly getting it open and stepping out into the cool night air.

“Jesus christ why did I fucking come here,” you say under your breath, leaning against the porch railing and putting your head in your hands “And I can't even leave because I have to make sure Sam’s okay- god damn it”. Scrubbing your face with your hands, you look up at the sky and get lost in your own head until the sound of someone clearing their throat startles you.

You quickly whip around, hand on your chest, to look at the other person who has also been occupying the porch without your noticing. A girl with short auburn hair and beautiful green eyes stands leaning up against the house. Her face is dotted with freckles and she’s wearing a comfy-looking flannel over a plain white tee, one hand shoved into the pocket of her jeans and the other holding a joint between two fingers. She is, without a doubt, one of the prettiest girls you’ve ever seen. You’re so entranced by her that you barely even notice when she says something to you.

“oh...uhm- what?” you oh so eloquently reply, internally debating if you should throw yourself off the porch to make your escape from this awkward ass interaction. The girl smirks as her eyes scan you up and down- if you didn’t know any better you would think she was checking you out.

“I said are you good? No offense but you kinda seem like you're freaking the fuck out” She repeats, smirk still present on her face as she brings the joint up to take a drag from it, blowing the smoke in your direction.

You blush, embarrassed that someone had been witness to your mini breakdown. “Yeah, I’m good. It's just a lot, you know? I don’t go to parties too often.” As soon as the words leave your mouth you cringe internally. Don’t go to parties a lot? You seriously couldn't think of anything cooler to say? Way to embarrass yourself in front of the hottest chick you’ve ever met. Your downward spiral continues until the girl breaks the quiet with a chuckle

“I get that, frats aren’t really my thing either but I get good business here so... here I am”. You nod your head, looking back up at the sky. “I’m Ellie, by the way. What's your name gorgeous?”. Your face feels like it's on fire, your brain practically short-circuiting trying to process that this actual goddess just called you gorgeous. You quietly tell her your name and when you look back at her, she has a wide smile stretching across her face. “Pretty name for a pretty girl.”

Holy shit this girl is going to be the death of you. You’re sure that your face is going to melt off from how hard you’ve been blushing, the ability to speak has left you altogether. You’ve had flings in the past, with both boys and girls, but no one has ever been so brazenly interested in you. You find yourself desperate to know more about her, maybe run your hands through her hair and cup her face as you lean in for a- WOAH. You’re goin wild right now, you need to cool down

“So um... what do you sell?” You ask, trying to change the topic and give yourself some time to chill out. Ellie looks at the joint in her hands, then back at you with raised eyebrows. “Right right, sorry stupid question” you huff while looking down, embarrassed yet again by your lack of rizz. Ellie lets out a full-on laugh, pushing herself off the house and making her way over to you.

“You ever smoked before, pretty girl?” she asks while leaning on the railing next to you, so close you can feel the heat radiating off of her. Looking up, you’re surprised to see that her face is so close to yours that your noses are practically touching.

“A few times, not a ton. I cough a lot though, so it's kinda embarrassing to do it with other people”. Ellie taps off the ash at the end of her joint, seemingly contemplating something before turning her attention back to you

“Well if you’re down to smoke, we can try a different way that maybe will help you cough less. That is, only if you want to”. You’re surprised by how quickly you accept her offer, asking her what she had in mind. Ellie moves from beside you to directly in front of you, planting her empty hand on your waist and bringing the joint she held in her other hand up to your face. “Okay, so it's called shotgunning. Just open your mouth after I take a hit, sound good?”. All you can do is nod, mesmerized as she brings the joint to her lips. The moon reflects off her soft skin, the end of the joint burning a deep orange as she inhales. After her hit, Ellie looks over at you and you do as she said.

Flicking away what little is left from her blunt, Ellie cups your face with her now empty hand and brings her mouth to yours. As she’s kissing you she blows the smoke into your mouth, but you can barely concentrate, too focused on the feeling of her lips on yours. After only a few seconds, Ellie pulls away but keeps her forehead pressed to yours and you blow the smoke in her face as you both giggle.

You reach up and brush away a bit of hair that had fallen to cover Ellie’s eyes, running your fingers down the side of her face until you are cupping her cheek as well. You look at each other for a beat before you both lean in, lips meeting again. Ellie caresses your cheek before her hand moves to join her other one on your waist, finding their way under your shirt and stroking the skin there. She tries to deepen the kiss, licking your bottom lip which you playfully deny. Suddenly, Ellie pulls away for a moment to lift you up onto the porch railing. Your legs fall open and Ellie steps between them, connecting her lips to your neck and kissing down the side to your collarbone. Letting out a breathy moan, you grip the hair at the base of Ellie's neck and throw your head back.

-SCHWOOP-

The noise startles you and you pull away from Ellie, much to her annoyance. Looking at the sliding glass door, you notice some obnoxious frat boy has thrown it open.

“Hey, you deal right? I need a pre-roll if you have em”. Talk about a fucking cock block. Ellie all but growls into your neck, whipping around ready to give this dude the verbal thrashing of his life when you stop her by placing your hand on her shoulder.

“It's okay, I need to find my roommate and get going anyway. But um... do you have your phone on you? Maybe I can give you my number and we can do this again sometime?”. Ellie smiles at that, pulling her phone out of her back pocket and handing it to you. Feeling bold, you give her one last kiss on the cheek before heading past the frat guy and back into the house.

You really hope she texts you.

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an: tf kinda noise does a sliding door make? Def not schwoop but thats all my brain could come up with lmao. so thats my first ever fic, my writing could use some work so i’m def open to any feedback! Stay super freaky, have great vagina, I LOVE YAAAA

#ellie williams x reader #the last of us part two #dealer!ellie #ellie williams #modern!ellie williams #ellie williams x you #ellie tlou #ellie williams x female reader

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honeysuckle’s & huckleberry’s

After four years away at collage, you’re finally home with the tools and knowledge to save your family ranch. That is, if their ranch hand would stay out of your way.

Or: Ranch hand Joel doesn’t know how to handle the return of his bosses prodigy daughter, her snarky little attitude, or her sinfully tight jeans.

a/n: this chapter gets me right in the feels every time. I love watching the way Joels character changes and his train of thought shifts. I hope you guys like this chapter because it was so fun for me to write 🥹❄️

Masterlink

Chapter 3: Blue

As it turns out, extreme levels of dopamine in his brain after a bone chilling orgasm is exactly what Joel needs to level himself out while you’re sitting beside him in the passenger seat. It doesn’t make him stop thinking about it, but it does keep the tiny little gremlin in his head that tells him to pop a stiffy at bay. The only thing he has to worry about is his eyes, keeping them off of you and on the icy driveway as he pulls away from the house. The snow has started to melt, leaving behind a sloppy mud that makes the truck slip and slide. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to get your car out, even if I can I don’t think you’ll be able to drive it in this.”

You make an exaggerated groan and he doesn’t even need to look to know you’re rolling your eyes at him from your spot beside him on the bench seat. “You just love deciding what I can and can’t do, don’t you? You know I lived here my whole life right?” He dares a glance over and you’re staring at him with your eyebrows knitted together and your arms crossed. His eyes tick down and he wants to kick himself in the head for even looking because your shirt is leaving nothing to his imagination and little to wonder about how good they would look bare with his dick between—jesus christ, Joel, get yourself together Man. “I wasn’t doubting your ability, I’m suggesting that it would be dangerous for you to even try.”

The truck hits the pavement and most of the snow has melted, but the freezing temperatures leave a icy film across the top. He had to go easy on the breaks and hope to god the truck makes it up the inclines he has to take to get to your car. The last thing he needs is to be stuck out here in the cold with just your bodies to keep each other warm. He absolutely one hundred and ten percent wont survive that, not without absolutely humiliating himself. God, he fucking hates how much you affect him against his will.

“Since when do you care about what’s too dangerous for me, huh?” Why in the hell is he arguing with you like you’ve been married for twenty years? “You left me in the snow to freeze to death in my car four days ago, why am I going to listen to you about whats too dangerous for me?” You have a point, but so does he so he just shuts his fucking mouth and keeps on driving.

It takes twice as much time to get down the pass than it usually does, but the lower Joel gets, the more the ice melts into cold water and mud. By the time he gets to your car, the road is clear but the car is still sunk down to the rims in the embankment. Theres a uneasy sort of silence in the truck, something lingering around the cab of the old blue pickup that feels like shame and embarrassment.

“Texting, huh?” He breaks the silence with a crude joke that earns him a deep glare. “Fuck you, asshole. You know, I really don’t know what it is that my parents see in you. My mom always said how polite you were but I don’t believe that for a second after knowing you for a few days.” You prop open the door and climb out into the snow with your car keys in one hand and the other holding your unzipped jacket closed. Your stupid fucking shoes and that tight ass—fuck.

How is he supposed to be okay with the way you make his body react when you literally curse the ground he walks on, thinking he’s the worst thing that ever happened to this damn town? He gets out after you and slips on his gloves to keep the cold off his hands. The winter always leaves him cracked and brittle from cold work, sometimes his knuckles bleed and his bones ache for gentle hands instead of hard callouses and a cowboys scars. “You don’t know anything about me.” He reaches into the back for a chain while you open the door to your car. “I know enough. I know you’re bullheaded and selfish. I know you’re rude and you don’t care about anyone but yourself.”

Fucking bitch, like he’s not allowed to have some self preservation after the life he’s lived, always cleaning up Tommy's mess and abandoning his own life in the process. “Don’t act like you’re any better.” You lean out of your car and make a face at him while he hooks the chain to the front of the truck. “Me? You don’t know a damn thing about me.” Like you didn’t just spout off about all the things you think is wrong with him—he can do that too. He has a fucking list of reasons you piss him off. “I know that you’re entitled and expect people to be at your beck and call. I know you’re privileged with no regard for anyone around you.”

He follows the chain to your car and hooks it to the chassis underneath. “Well were just a match made in fucking heaven then, aren’t we?” Its dripping with distain and bitterness, so Joel ignores the comment no matter how much his brain runs and runs about all the way he could be made for you, the way’s he’d fuck that attitude right out of you until you’re quiet. But he can’t and he won’t, he’ll probably spend the rest of his life wondering what you’d feel like, the way you’d shake and scream and beg for more—but wondering is far as that fantasy will ever go.

Because at the end of the day, you’re still Hank's daughter and you’re still half his age and—you hate his guts, which is definitely a deal breaker when it comes to getting someone in your bed. So he keeps his mouth shut and heads back to his truck to tug your car out. “When you’re out, hit your brakes so you don't slam into me.” You sink down into your seat and glare at him. “I’m not stupid!” He never said you were, but he doesn’t expect you to know everything, so he does his best to be the helpful asshole he usually is.

He pulls the little car out, manages to keep the chain tight until it's back on the road and the brake lights come on in front of him. He puts the truck in park and hops out to unhook the chain, but you don’t open the door. When the car is unhooked, you’re already pulling away without a word of thanks. Joel knows he’s well past earning the way you treat him, but that doesn’t make him stop wishing he could just get you out of his head already, wish he could hate you with that same mind altering disgust that you have for him, maybe watching you drive away would be easier.

Two months pass much like the first week. Joel keeps to himself, you frown at him and avoid him where you can. When you do see one another, Joel feels like you’re always at each other's throats. Everyone in the house has started to notice the distaste in your strained relationship, if Joel is willing to let himself call it that. It’s more like a forced acquaintance. Either way, your parents even see the way the two of you bicker and fight, but rarely does anyone but Tommy make comments about it. Tommy likes to bring it up any chance he gets, usually when Joel is alone just to rile him up further. He says stupid shit, like “I bet the sex you guys would have would be crazy good” when it’s just him and his brother at the dinner table and it makes Joel stiffen and run off to the cabin without his plate or a goodbye.

He sneaks in later for his plate and catches you in the kitchen with red eyes and tear stained cheeks, but you cross your arms over your chest and try not to meet his eyes. You’re dressed in just a big tee shirt and he can see from your bare feet to the tops of your thighs. He’s the luckiest son of s bitch in the world that he just worked himself over twice because he would be tenting his sweatpants right there in the kitchen.

That was three days ago and he still can’t get the sight of tears in your eyes out of his mind. He wonders if he did that, if he’d said something that struck a nerve and there you sat at the kitchen table after everyone was tucked in bed, crying your pretty eyes out. He feels like the worst fucking person in the world because of it, so he stays away even more, makes himself sad little ramen noodle dinners in his sad little hunting cabin he shares with his brother and he stares at his ceiling wishing it was you he was looking up at—smiling instead of frowning for once—all he wants is to see you smile. Really smile, for him, at him. He wonders what your eyes look up when they light up, wonders what your skin feels like when its not shaking in rage.

But between all the avoiding and hiding, Joel didn’t even realize how quickly Christmas had snuck up on him. He checks his phone sometime after lunch, his day spent getting the herd ready for another brutal snow storm. He’d been to town that morning for hot feed to keep them warm and any supplies they might run out of while snowed in, while deep, dark clouds hung in the distance. He was leaving the feed store when the clerk waved at him with a polite “Merry Christmas!” When he made it into the truck, he pulled out his phone and realized the date, December 24th. It was Christmas eve and it was an absolute miracle that stores were open right now. It was only eleven thirty and the sign posted on the door says it closes at two.

He starts to put the truck in reverse, turning around to look behind him while he pulls out. When he does, something inside of him doesn’t let his foot off the brakes. He thinks about you—in Christmas pajamas on the floor opening dumb little gifts from your parents because it's the first Christmas they’ve had with you for years. He imagines what they’d get you, probably things a grown adult needs—products, socks, underwear, (don’t even go there Joel) and he thinks about how disheartening that must be to a woman like you, used to proper city living now, expensive gifts and pretty things. You deserve pretty things, Joel wants to give them to you.

He turns around, throws the truck in park and jumps out, heading back into the feed store. He makes a bee-line for the glass jewelry case sitting in the corner, partially scavenged through since it is the day before christmas and all—he should have thought about this weeks ago. He scans through everything, shiny horse shoe earrings, matching pendants, jeweled cowgirl boots on a chain and turquoise ring sets. None of them look good enough, none of them scream you, sweet you—fuck, he’s seen it, when you’re so damn sweet, when you think no one is looking—Joel is, always looking.

He kneels down, scanning the bottom shelf of the case when he spots a simple golden chain and a bumble bee dangling delicately from its tiny hoops. It doesn’t have any stones on it and Joel thinks he likes that more, that it’s simple and graceful, not too flashy or obviously shoutings “look at what you do to me, look at how much I wish I could have you.”

In the end, he has just enough bills in his wallet for the necklace, tells the clerk he doesn’t need a bag as he stuffs the box in his pocket and heads back to the truck.

He has a busy day when he gets back to ranch, Tommy is checking on the pregnant heifers while Joel fill’s multiple feeders with hot grains that will keep them warm through the impending storm. He has just enough time before it starts to snow to get the horse fed and the equipment properly covered in tarps. This storm is set to drop more snow than they have seen all winter and Joel doesn’t look forward to the animosity that comes with never being able to get out of each other's hair. “How’s the heifers?” He asks Tommy when he brushes grain off his hands. “They all seem pretty far out besides one, she was really soft, sort of worried me.” Heifers get soft around the tail when they are close to caving, but Joel doesn’t think she’ll be willing to have her calf in this storm, so he lets it go. Instead, he takes a spot beside Tommy at the stable door.

“Snow’s comin’ down thick now,” Tommy says from the protective covering of the stable, staring out across the yard at the powder covered ground. Snow blows through the big sliding door, filling the building with cold gusts. “We should get inside before it gets worse.”

Joel wants to—when he looks off at the two story house, the christmas tree shining through the window, he spots you on the other side of it, fixing and ornament hanging from the nettles. The stable is a stone's throw from the house, Joel can see every feature, the color of your eyes, your sweet, sweet smile—because he’s nowhere to be seen.

He’s so busy staring, he doesn’t catch it in time when your eyes meet his across the yard. That sweet smile falls, those soft eyes harden and he feels his gut lurch. “You go ahead, Tommy. Think I’m going to hit the hay.” Tommy knows this bit just about as well as Joel does, knows he’s been avoiding the house, your parents, you because nine times out of ten, it’s just Tommy at dinner these days. Joel spends his night with microwaved meals and old episodes of The Rifleman to keep him busy until he finally gives in and slips his hands in his pants.

Tommy doesn’t put up a fuss, instead, he claps Joel on the shoulder and gives him this sad sort of smile before heading off towards the house. Joel turns in the other direction, follows the fence line for a half mile until he reaches the cabin. His feet are cold, his lips feel cracked after a long day outside in the harsh weather. He microwaves a sad little dinner, pretends the mac and cheese on the side is half as good as warm food at the table when the people he looks at like family. He’s simply not welcome there anymore.

He gets through two episodes before he promptly passes out, his pants left intact tonight because it’s not his dick leading the way tonight, its that look in your eyes when you saw him across the driveway. The pang he felt in his chest when you frowned and turned away like it hurt you to look at him.

He sleeps through the night, propped up like that on the couch and when he wakes on Christmas morning, his neck has a crick in it and his back is killing him. He barely drags himself off the couch and into the shower before his day has to start. The hot water eases out some of his muscles, but it still hurts like a bitch to stand up straight or turn his head.

But the cattle aren’t going to let him take a day off, the horses won't care for themselves, so he gets to it only a few minutes late. When he heads out the door, the ground is covered in two feet of pure white snow and dark clouds still hang overhead.

His Christmas is spent in the field’s and the stables and the box in his pocket burns a hole through his thigh the entire morning, until he’s shoveling off the driveway and the front door comes open. Louise makes her way onto the porch with a plate in her hands, shuffling down the slippery steps when she gets Joel’s attention. He tosses down the shovel and hurries over when she starts to wobble on the second step and nearly slips. He catches her arm and helps her steady before letting out a cold gust of air that fogs through the chill around him. “Miss Lou, what are you doin’ out here? It’s freezing.” She has a light coat on and her cheeks are red from the cold.

“You’re the one out here in the cold, Joel. It’s Christmas and you’re the only one working. Have you had a decent meal this week? I haven’t seen you at dinner in…well, I don’t know how long.” She’s the one reason Joel feels guilty for avoiding the house, in the years he’s lived here, she's always enjoyed cooking for them, she’d always tell him he couldn’t keep her dream alive if he was malnourished. He feels like that now, running on half the calories a man his size should be taking in and his mind is in a constant state of despair these days.

“Just needed some space is all, Ma’am, nothin’ you did.” He assures her, taking the plate carefully and helping her back up the steps. “I know it's not just that. My daughter can be really difficult sometimes…I know you two bicker. It’s a shame, really—I thought the two of you would hit it off.” That's the whole problem and what a shame it is that Joel can’t look at this woman’s daughter without thinking about all the ways he could have her, make her his. “Would you come inside? Hank and I got you something, he thought you would be in this morning but you never came. I'm sorry if your food is cold.”

He didn’t care if it was cold, his stomach hurt because he was so hungry, he'd eat it if it was frozen. He doesn’t have the heart to tell her no, so he heads inside the house with snow covered boots and a nervousness he hasn’t felt here since the first day he stood in this living room. For so long it's felt like his home too—but now he can't help but feel like an intruder.

When he closes the door behind him, Hank and Tommy are watching the game, but you’re nowhere in sight. He tries to shake off his nerves, moves to the couch beside Tommy and sits down. At his brother's feet is a brand new pair of deer skin gloves, Tommy’s favorite—but hard to come by. He knows they weren’t cheap and his heart aches a little, knowing they’d worked hard to pull together the money.

“Glad to see you can pull yourself away for a few minutes. You know it ain’t goin’ anywhere, stay for a little while.” He knows that—the storm will be with them for four days and he knows there will be more snow to shovel tomorrow, but he can’t stay for long, not when your prying eyes finally detect him in your safe haven. “I’ll stay for a little while, still a lot to do out there.” He knows Hank is too old for that kind of work, Tommy’s too lazy and Joel wants nothing more than to escape. “Got you somethin’, been saving up for it for a while now.” He leans down towards the tree and picks up a rather large box—it’s not gloves thats for damn sure. “Sir, I…I didn’t get you nothin’.” He didn’t have the money, he spent every dollar he had to his name on a stupid necklace for his daughter that would rather see him outside in the freezing weather shoveling snow than on her couch in front of the fireplace.

Hank throws a hand, playing off Joel's concern with an amused huff. “You do so much for us around here without asking for anything in return. You had one when you got here but i know it got tore up taking the cattle to pasture.”

Joel rips the wrapping paper, revealing a simple white box with the word Stetson on the top. Joel doesn’t even want to open the damn thing, he knows what's inside and how much it cost, an arm and a leg, probably a month's saving in the off season. “Hank…”

The olde man shakes his head firmly. “You deserve to have the sun off your neck, son. Just say thank you, make sure it fits.”

He pulls open the box and inside lays a black felt hat with a matching band, beautiful leather work that loops into an ornate metal buckle to hold it in place. He pulls the cowboy hat from its box, puts it on his head and—it’s a perfect fit.

It's been a long time since he had a hat, a lot longer since he had a nice one and a lifetime ago since he had the money for a new one, especially one this nice. “I don’t know what to say—thank you, Hank…this really…means more than you know.” More than he knows how to convey with words. It’s been a long time since Joel had a hat that fit, one that wasn’t second hand or made for someone else’s head. But this—this was made for his head, the measurement must be damn near perfect. “How’d you know my size?” He wobbles his head around and the hat doesn’t budge, hangs on snuggly. He’ll even be able to ride with this on. “I measured your head while you were sleepin’.” Tommy tells him with a smug grin. “That's weird, Tommy. I would have kept that to myself.”

It draws a laugh out of Hank who has abandoned the game in favor of watching Joel's excitement. “Well, what are you waiting for—go check yourself out in the mirror, make sure you like it,” he stands and walks over to the mirror hanging on the wall above a decorative entryway shelf. When he spots himself in the reflection, he realizes just how long it’s been since he’s seen the man looking back at him. He’s graying in his beard a little, the age lines on his face have gotten deeper and more pronounced, but the black hat on his head makes that same man grin from ear to ear.

The stairs creek behind him and he turns half of his body to look up them. Stopped halfway down the stairs, you’re staring at him with a slightly slacked jaw. Joel knew it, Christmas jammies that leave your legs exposed to his greedy eyes. This time, he tries to keep them to himself. “Oh, uh…” he swallows down the lump in his throat and his pocket burns all over again. Should he give it to you now? Will everyone question him if he does? If he waits to get you alone, does that suggest that the necklace means everything he wants it to? A peace offering, an ice breaker, a “I’m sorry about the way I’ve treated you, but I want to try again.”

Instead, he leaves it in his pocket and tries to tamper down the way his cheeks heat. “Merry Christmas, Honey.” He tilts his hat up a tad so he can look up at you, but your slightly dumbfounded look morphs into irritation and discontent.

“What are you doing here?” You cross your arms and Joel’s good mood disappears. “Your mom asked me to come in and eat. Your dad wanted to give me this.” He points to the hat and your eyes roll as you make the descent down the rest of the stairs. “So if you’re in here, who’s taking care of the ranch?”

It isn’t often that someone sticks up for one of them in an argument, they tend to not get between the two of you, but to Joel’s surprise, Hank interrupts his daughter. “He’s allowed to come in the house, Honey—he works hard around here, he’s not a yard dog.” But that doesn’t stop you from sneering at him when you pass him on your way to the kitchen where your mother is. “Sure looks like one to me.” It’s under your breath so Hank doesn’t hear, but Joel does.

And he feels like a fool. A fool for spending the last of his money on this stupid fucking necklace, like a fool for being so plagued by thoughts of you in a different world, one where you don’t innately hate him, one where he doesn’t fuck up every chance he has to change the narrative.

“I should get back to it, I’ll see you guys…later.” He starts to head for the door when Louise pokes her head around the corner. “Please come in for Dinner!” Joel tells her that he will, he hates lying to miss Lou, but he does it because it’s Christmas and the last thing he wants to do is worry her today.

He wastes the day shoveling off the driveway, tries his best to rub out the crick in his neck and finally calls it a day when the sun is nearly set and the animals are bunkered down for the night. It’s started to snow again, so Joel makes his way back to the cabin with tired limbs and a new dusting of snow hanging onto the brim of his hat.

Dinner is just as lonely as the night before but this time he doesn’t pretend it's Lou’s cooking, he lets it be exactly what it is—a tasteless mush and his misery to sip on.

The Rifleman is just as predictable as it was the night before, as is Joel—who falls asleep before he has the heart to get his hands on his dick. But unlike last night, he doesn’t make it long propped up on the couch before a knock startles him awake. He drags himself to the door with sleep in his eyes and a chill in his bones. When he pulls it open, his pocket ignites again. On the other side of the door, you’re standing in front of him with a plate in your hands and a vicious storm letting down behind you. Did you walk here in that? “My mom said I chased you off, that’s why you didn’t come to dinner.” Well, you aren’t wrong. If you were still away at college, Joel would have no problem spending Christmas with Hank and Louise and Tommy who is apparently too good to walk you down here.

“You didn’t have to bring me anything.” He says. He glances to the side where his hat hangs on the rack. “Actually, my mom made me so no, I didn’t have a choice.” Ahh, of course—of course you wouldn’t do something that nice for him. “Well, thank her for me, then…” he reaches out for the plate and his fingers brush yours—bolts of electricity shooting up his arm and igniting his starved skin. It’s been so damn long since someone has touched him with kind hands and all he wants is yours—your soft, gentle hands he’s seen folding laundry and soothing horses. You don’t release the plate, but your eyes track up to his, meeting them across the threshold.

He could hold that gaze for the rest of his life if you’d let him—he’s always wanted a chance to get lost in your eyes and he’s getting it right now, his home pouring with cold in exchange for the heat in your cheeks and the sparkle in your irises. “Joel—“

There's a loud sound somewhere over the fence beside the cabin. It draws both of your attention to the blinding darkness. Joel knows that sound, a distressed heifer, probably the one who was too damn close to calving in a storm like this. There’s no way Joel can save that calf if it doesn’t make it and even if he wanted to, the snow is too thick to help.

“What is that?” You ask, finally dropping your hand away from his when you glance back up at him. “Heifer, think she’s calving—Tommy said she was really soft and her milk came in. Afraid that calf might not make it tonight.”

There's a look of disbelief in your eyes, shooting from Joel to the fence line and back. “You can’t help her?” Joel shakes his head and listens to the cow cry out again. “Nothin’ I can do for her. They aren’t supposed to be calving yet, we still have a few more weeks and it’s too cold out there. We might lose the heifer too.”

Joel observes the way sadness takes over your face, then determination. “I’m going out there to help her.” You tell him, already heading off the porch before Joel can even interject. “Don’t you hear me? She’s not going to make it, honey, just let it go.” But you don’t, you start to jog towards the fence line, so Joel huffs in annoyance and slips into his boots and jacket, finally pulling his hat on on his way out the door. He grabs a spotlight off the shelf by the door and follows your tracks through the snow to the fence line. It doesn’t take him long until he finds you, knelt behind a laboring cow, who’s already pushing in the freezing cold. “I can’t get this calf to safety and this storm is getting worse—it’s not safe to be out here.”

There's blood marring the white snow and your delicate hands. “I’m not letting her die in the snow on christmas because we made her have a baby, Joel—she didn’t ask for this.” Joel sets the light in the snow beside him and rolls his sleeves up, kneeling down beside you in the soaked snow. “She’s not going to make it.”

You make a face at him, one Joel is more than accustomed to. “I’m not letting her die alone, then.” And Joel isn’t going to leave you alone in the snow for a second time, so he stays there beside you, helping deliver the little black calf, who shivers wetly in the cold. It’s a little boy, floppy ears and a wobble to him when he tries to hold his head up. Joel can't help but smile, because this is always beautiful, even if he can't save this little calf. He looks up and you’re grinning right back at him, your cheeks bitten red by the cold and your hands shaking, but you look so fucking proud right now. Joel is too, after watching you pull that calf out of his momma like you were made for that.

“What if we get them inside, would they make it then?” Joel doesn’t see how, the snow is too thick and someone would have to carry him. “They wont fit in my cabin and the stable is a half a mile away. We’d have to drag momma through this snow.” He has a lead in the cabin, he could get her out of this snow, he thinks. Would she even want to go, after having a calf in the ridged cold. “We should try—we should at least try.”

Joel leans back and brushes the blood off on his pants. “Yeah—fine, we can try. Stay right here, keep rubbing him to keep him warm.” He stands and jogs back to the cabin, racing inside for the lead that he runs back to you with. You have the calf laid out along your legs while you rub his wet skin. “He’s slowing down. I can feel his heart slowing down.” He’s getting too cold out here—if Joel doesn’t act now, he won't make it, so he wraps the halter around the heifers head and hands you the lead. “Think you can pull her? She’s going to put up a fight.” You take the lead from him and nod, grabbing the light out of the snow while he picks the calf up under his belly. He makes a little sound at Joel while he starts to make his way through the deep snow.

It’s a long walk back to the stables, but you tug on that heifer and Joel carries the calf the entire way there, until he reaches the gate and manages to push it open just enough to get them through. He makes it to the stable doors in just enough time, throws it open and helps you inside. It’s not much warmer in here, but theres no snow and theres straw in the empty stable towards the back, so Joel makes his way over and lays the little calf down in the bedding. You’re right behind him with the heifer who takes straight to her baby once she has him in her sight again.

Joel plops down in the straw in the corner of the room once they are both situated, trying to catch his breath and warm himself up at the same time. He’s covered in blood, so are you, but you saved both of their lives and Joel has more respect for that than he knows what to do with. You risked your life out there for a baby cow and his momma.

“You did a good thing, out there. I’m sorry I didn’t want to listen to you.” You find a spot beside him in the hay and sink down, leaned against the wood wall with your shoulder pressed against his with how closely you sit. “You have every right to question me…you’re right, you know…I have no clue what I’m doing around here. Four years of school and the only thing I know how to do around here is the books, which is easy because were so broke.” Joel's heart aches for you, the sadness in your tone and the defeated look in your eyes. “I almost got us killed out there.”

Joel shakes his head and leans himself back against the wall too. “But you didn’t. You saved us a lot of money and saved his little life. I’d say that's a win.” He knows it doesn’t feel like one when everything else is coming down on your shoulders, but he can pretend it is for your sake. “Thanks, Joel.” You lean a little more, bumping his shoulder with a quiet yawn.

His pocket begins to burn again, but this time, it isn’t followed by the shame he’s felt all day. “I uhm…I hope it’s not weird, but I got you something…” he reaches into his pocket and starts to fish it out. “You didn’t have to do that,” you interject but he shakes his head. “I just saw it while I was at the feed store, thought of you.” He pulls out the blue box and holds it out to you. He tries not to read too much into the look on your face when you open the box, but he has to know. It looks like confusion, then shock and finally, sadness. “I was really rude to you this mornin’…and you had this in your pocket to give it to me?” You look over at him with big eyes, full of something Joel has never seen in them. “It’s alright—I deserved that.”

You shake your head and start to pull the necklace out of the box. “I called you a dog, Joel—you didn’t deserve that.”

He shrugs his shoulders, trying to rid both of you of the shame of that conversation. You hold the necklace up and admire it for a while, the little gold bee that’s going to lay against your chest, against your heart. You hold it out to him with a little quick of your lips. “Would you?” He takes it from you and you turn your back to him, using one hand to hold up your hair while he undoes the clasp and brings his hands around your neck, laying it around your delicate throat. It feels so intimate, sitting here in the hay beside a newborn baby calf in the middle of a snowstorm on christmas.

His knuckles brush against your neck gently when he does the clasp together, letting is hang from your neck, feels like a fucking brand on his skin. You turn back around, meet his eyes and smile carefully. There's a comfortable silence filling up the space between you, so Joel leans back against the wood and sighs to himself. “Let me walk you back to the house…it’s getting late.” His words are low and slow.

You nod at him and he stands, holding out a hand to pull you to your feet. He walks you out of the stables, through the blizzard and up to the porch of the big white house. “Where are you going?” You ask him when you get to the door. “Don’t know if I can make it back to the cabin in this. Might sleep out in the stable so I can keep an eye on the little guy.”

You don’t say anything, just stare at him for a long moment, then glance behind you at the warm house. “Come inside…Tommy took the guest bedroom but you can have the couch. It’s better than being out here in the cold.”

He wants to decline, but when will he get this opportunity again? To mend what's been broken between you? “Yeah—sure, that sounds better than straw poking me in the ass all night long.”

It makes you giggle and that makes Joel's stomach churn, his cheeks heat and his hands flex as he follows you inside. You get him a blanket, help him get situated in the low glow of the christmas tree in the corner.

When he kicks his boots off and settles down on the couch, you start to head for the stairs. He thinks you’re going to head up, but you pause at the bottom of the stairs before turning to look at him. “Thank you for helping me today.”

He hums, smiles and shakes his head. “It was my pleasure.”

There's another long silence, then you take the first step up the stairs. “Goodnight, Joel…Merry Christmas.”

He smiles back at you with tired eyes.

“Merry Christmas, Honey.”

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➤ APART OF THE PLAN

parings; TWICE x 10th!fem!reader

genre: SMUT

warnings; SMUT, group sex, bratty reader, bratty tzuyu, punishments, humiliation kink, groping,fingering,spanking,crying, g!p, belly bulging, cervix hitting, smacking, public sex, teasing,

summary; you and tzuyu wanted to tease your fellow members; just to see there reactions, but it was way more than you guys thought…

note: wrote this while at a meeting with my collages AD. let me know if you want a part 2!! sorry for ghosting you all!!

It was you and your fellow members day off from the busy week you guys had promoting the ‘READY TO BE’ album. It was around 10’ in the morning when you came up with the idea to tease all of the girls. You finally got up out of bed to go freshen up in the bathroom. The smell of food came through the bathroom.

After you came out of the bathroom, you walked downstairs into the kitchen to see Momo, Sana and Jihyo cooking up some food for the girls. “morning y/nnie!!” Sana exclaimed when she saw u. “morning jagi, what are u guys cooking?” “fried rice, kimchi pancakes and some kimchi toast” Momo said to you. You walked to the fridge to get something to drink, Grabbing a coke from the fridge you went to lay on the couch as you scrolled on social media.

Jeongyeon, Mina, Chaeyeong and Dahyun came out of there rooms you saw from the corner of your eye. “Morning everyone” Jeongyeong said fairly tired. She went to sit on the island watching they girls finish up breakfast. The other girls all went to the couch to watch tv or just scrolling on their phones. You got a text from your from Tzuyu to come to her room saying she wants to see u. You got up from the couch and went to the youngest members room.

“morning tzu” you said as you walked over to her. You sat on her bed just before she starts talking. “i was thinking that since were going out today we should tease the unnies” tzuyu said fairly confident in herself because they usually tease her back when she does it to them. “do u remember when i teased Jihyo? it didnt end well for me..” you both busted out laughing because of the thought of what jihyo did to you last time you teased her.

“i would love to see what she would do this time, and maybe what would momo, nayeon and sana would do?” You said to her before she quickly replied. “sana?!?! shes so evil she forced me to have a vibrator in for the whole day… and she made me cum 6 times in like 3 hours” tzuyu said still giggling from earlier. “wait she actually did that i wouldn’t have thought she was that cruel” “yeah she is more then you think n/n” You were just about to say something when you heard momo yell u and tzuyus names. “Y/n and Tzuyu come and eat.

You both walked out of the room and walked into the kitchen to see everybody sitting at the table waiting for you to come and sit so they can eat. “finally you guys came out of the room we were waiting for you” Jihyo said to you and Tzuyu. You went to go sit next to Jihyo and you all began to eat. Nayeon and Momo were making fun of each other like always, You all laughed as they continued to argue. Tzuyu was sitting next to you so you whispered to her that you were going to start with the plan. You placed you hand on Jihyo’s thigh, She stopped chewing for a second before looking down at you hand.

You slowly started to move you hand up her thigh before she grabbed your hand. “stop y/n, i thought we talked about this” she whispered into your ear, but you wanted to push her buttons even more so you didn’t respond to her, which you know very well that your supposed respond to anything she says. Jihyo didnt do anything about you not responding to her so you thought you will be fine. You thought wrong.

As soon as all of the girls were done eating as Everyone starting to clean up, Jihyo dragged you upstairs and pulled you into her room and pinned you against her bedroom door. “y/n. do we need to go over rules again?” “no, i didnt do anything wrong” you replied very innocently,

“Just for that little stunt you pulled earlier..” she stopped and turned you around; making you face her. You felt something hard on your thigh, and you wanted to say something but instead you moved your hand onto her bulge. She immediately stopped you; before you had the change to open your mouth she shoved you on the floor. You quickly noticed on what she wanted to you to so you pulled her pants down with her boxers. You began to give her tip kitten licks but Jihyo wasnt having it, She grabbed the back of your head and made you take her whole length in one go; making you gag, her precum began to come out.

A satisfied groan leaves her lips as she throws her head back, fingers pinching your nose tightly while her other hand has a firm grip on your hair keeping you in place. Her hips thrusting wild and without rhythm as she abuses your throat in chase of her release. Your gags only spiring her on as saliva begins to drip down your neck, tears streaming down your face at the brutality of her thrusts. Its only when she feels you swallow around her cock that she reaches the edge, so close to falling into a pit of pleasure.

Jihyo was groaning lowly so she wouldn’t be too loud but u on the other hand; you were gagging, moaning and on the verge of crying, since you felt her cock her bigger in your mouth you knew she was about to cum. “f-fuck imma cum y/n-nie”

But she remembered that you were being a bad girl so she pulled out and began to jerk herself off, Jihyo cursing under her breath as the knot in her stomach snaps, hot spirts of cum hitting your face and hair yet her hand keeps you in place. You got the cum off your face and ate it because you know better to waste it.

A minute passes by when a knock was heard on the door; you went into panic mode but before you could get up from being on your knees, Jihyo decided to open the door. “can i have y/n now because shes been here for a long time and she didnt do anything earlier; i just think your being dramatic” you heard Tzuyu say. “hmm idk because shes been bratty all this morning? Do you want to end up like her because i don’t appreciate you talking to me like that.” Jihyo said to Tzuyu in a annoyed voice as Jihyo opened the door half way so she could see you on the floor on your knees and she rolled her eyes at her leader.

“ Well since you two want to act like bitches go to Sanas room and explain why you were sent there” Jihyo continued. You stood up by the time she said that. “B-but why me, you already punished me already” You whined at Jihyo, “Well u should of thought of that before the both of you decided to act like that” You huffed oh annoyance and opened the door all the way and walked out.

Tzuyu followed behind you before walking into the kitchen. “tzu.. what are you doing?” you questioned her actions as she went to the fridge to grab a drink. “im not listening to her fucking rules just because shes our leader, and its not fair that she can say and do whatever she pleases and expects us to just follow.” You’ve never seen her this pissed before; but you don’t question it. As you two are standing in silence; you see a notification pop up on your phone.

Jihyo jagi 💋😍

just know the longer the 2 of you take to get into Sanas room, is the longer the punishment you both are gonna get / read at 10:17am

‘Fuck, we are screwed’ You thought to yourself and youve been to slowly panic because of what the tall girl said to you earlier about her punishments. “What happened? You look concerned” Tzuyu said to you farely quietly because Nayeon was right behind her grabbing some stuff; You leaned over the counter so Nayeon wouldn’t hear. “Jihyo said that the longer we take to get into Sanas room is how harder the punishment would be.” The moment you said that Tzuyu freaked out; her heart must of been racing after hearing that we had a time limit to get to Sanas room.

She immediately grabbed your hand and began to walk to Sanas room. “We are fucked Y/n” she whispered in your ear. As you both finally made it to the door, you both were so nervous to knock on the door. But since you didnt want to waste any more time; you were brave enough to knock on the door. You both heard a voice saying “come in” You slowly opened the door and Sana sitting on a chair in her room that faced her door. As you both walked in Tzuyu closed the door behind her.

“took the two took about 8 minutes to get here and since you both have such smart mouths i have just the right thing to sort this out” Sana said farely upset because this is the second time this week you been sent to Sana’s room for you acting out.

“I want the both of you to take your clothes off except for your bras and panties and ill be right back” Sana got up and walked out the room without a word. Tzuyu began to slowly strip her clothes as you began to do the same aswell. You both havent seen each other basically naked in a while but you both didnt mind; because sometimes you both fuck every now and again. You heard footsteps coming towards the door which you assumed it was Sana. She opened the door to see both of you sitting on her bed waiting to see what she was going to do.

Sana walked over to you and sat directly next you before shoving her hand something in you. “go sit on the chair Y/n” as the ‘good girl’ you are you got up and sat on the chair she told you to sit on. As soon as u sat down you felt something vibrating directly on clit. You wanted to say something but you stayed quiet and sat there like you were told to do. “Tzuyu.. lay down on the bed facing Y/n” So that’s exactly what she did; she layed on her stomach and layed diagonal so she was facing you. Sana got up and walked to other side of the bed so Tzuyu could see what she was doing. You watched her every move though because that all you could do.

She bent down and went to grab something from the floor. Then you see a vibrator that was way bigger than the one you were wearing. She turned it on and placed it on Tzuyu’s cunt. She quietly moaned but not to loud because the other members were still in the house. She had a remote in her hand and she moved her thumb up as you gasped in surprise as vibrations on ur clit began to get more intense.

Music was heard through the door and you gussed it was Dahyun because she usually plays music as she showers. “Now Tzuyu, i want you explain to me why you decided to act like a bitch to Jihyo” Sana questioned her. But Tzuyu didn’t reply with make Sana smack her in the ass the paddle she hid under her pillow. “Tzuyu you being quiet in going to help you so answer my question”

After she said that she increased the intensity of the vibrator which made Tzuyu whine of the intensity. “i-i just think it isnt fair how Jihyo could umm” Sana swats her ass again and again to make Tzuyu speak, “Jihyo could what? You know shes the leader and she can do whatever she pleases to you and the rules she set arent even bad they are very straightforward”

As she was saying that to her you felt your orgasm nearing. ”Sana.. im going to cum soon” You said outloud so you wouldn’t do it without permission. “No Y/n you cant cum until Tzuyu tells me the truth” After she finished her sentence you began to touch yourself because you knew Tzuyu wouldnt give her an answer as you thought.

“Well Jihyo is mean saying we have to follow every rule an-and if we dont its a punishment” Tzuyu said but deep down she wanted to scream because of how bad her ass hurted of the spanking she received.” Y/n you better be listening; just know that the rules Jihyo set are there for this exact reason. She doesn’t want her members thinking they could just talk to her or anyone else like how the two of you did, okay?” Sana stated very clearly that you and Tzuyu listened to her.

She looked up at you to see you touching yourself; And she began to put the vibrator on the highest setting which made the room start to fill with your moans. Shortly after Tzuyu began to moan as well as getting spanked too. “Tzuyu i want you to count each spank ok? if you miss one we are starting over” Sana stated.

Slap! Sana smacked her ass softly “aghnnn.. o-one” Tzuyu said quickly, slap! “fuckk!! two” and the more slaps Sana did the harder she went. “AAHH! s-sev-seven” Tzuyu moaned out with tears streaming down her face. “i-im sorry mommy.. it-it was stupid of me to a-act like that earlier” As she finished her sentence Sana put the vibreator on the highest setting to make her cum.

“f-fuck mommy im cant hold it.. im going to cum!” You exclaimed to Sana hoping she would say yes. Tzuyu felt that she was going to cum soon too; “AAGHH! mommy im going to c-cum too! ” Tzuyu whined out “2 more and you both could cum” Sana said to the both of you. She slapped Tzuyu on the ass two more times like she said. “You can cum now” She said and in a instant both of you came very hard.

You both were heavily panting as you guys were coming down from your orgasm. “Y/n come over here.” You got up and walked over to the bed and sat down where there was space. You noticed Sana’s bulge through her pants that must of been there for a while; Shortly after Tzuyu finally sat up and looked at the two of you. “ Y/n i want you to do whatever you please to Tzuyu as i fuck you” Sana said to the both of you.

You layed on your stomach while Tzuyu layed on her back. You saw a dildo under her pillow so you were going to use it on her so she could feel something inside too. “are you ready Y/n and Tzuyu?” “yeah” You both said to Sana so she could start. You began slid her panties off quicky to slowly rub along her slit, so you put on finger in Tzuyu and began to thrust it into her.

Her brown eyes got a good view of your soaked panties. warm palm caressing your ass as he spoke. “what’d i tell you baby?” The smoothness of her voice made you shiver. Usually when you’d get in trouble your member would lecture you and make a big fuss so her calmness was very foreign to you. “Dont be m-mean to your leader” you said as you continued to finger Tzuyu but adding 1 more finger.

“good.” A hard smack was brought to your ass causing the pending tears in your eyes to begin to fall. your hand instantly flew to cover your burning skin, sheliding them from her rough palms.

“Instead of being my good girl and listening to me, you decided to be. a. brat.” three more strikes were made to your ass. each harder than the last as you thrashed around on his thighs. “m-m’sorry mommy.”

your tears created a small wet patch to form on Tzuyu’s leg. You honestly didn’t mean to make her really upset, the wet patch went unnoticed until your cheek was smushed into it.

She untied the strings of her sweatpants. you gushed at the sight of her print through her grey briefs, moaning out loud as you thought of how good she was going to feel. “look straight princess. this a punishment, not a reward.” you obeyed, You continued to finger Tzuyu as you prepared yourself for the stinging stretch of her dick. She moved your panties over so she could actually fuck you.

“be g-gentle m-mommy.” You mumbled “be obedient.” She thrusted her full length into you, giving you no time to prepare as she began pounding you into the bed. “oouuu fuck. you always so tight.” Sana groaned, hand flat on your back as her other delivered many slaps on your ass.

you outstretched your arm, pushing at her stomach for her to ease up. “p-please aahhgg. jus take a little out Sanaaaa” Whining as you were already trying to run from her. Sana grabbed the bottom of your bra, pulling your ass all the way back to her to the point where you were flush against her stomach. “stop running and take this shit. and move your fucking hand. barely even started yet.” She slapped your hand away, continuing to pound into you.

all eight inches of her curving just right in your pussy. as you got more used to her size, your pussy grew wetter as the constant friction. moans began flying from your mouth left and right making you tighten round her. “there you go y/n takin me like a good girl.” her hips began snapping into you harder, making it more difficult for you to take her. “ahh w-wait a little bit Sana. s’too biggg.”

Ignoring you, Sana thrusted into you harder, pushing your back down lower so she could reach that spongy spot deep inside you. Your stomach rubbed harder against the bed blankets as your body jolted. “Where’s the big girl that likes to talk back huh? Where’s the girl that like to give everyone a attitude?” Where she at?” Sana said to do to see what you would say.

“im-im sorry i-i wont be disrespectful again, but please go slower!” You whined to Sana. You could also tell that Tzuyu was very turned on by Sana degrading you, and you couldnt even blame her because it did the same to you. “Sana?” her head snapped up towards yours, shaking herself out of her thoughts before replying. “y-yea pretty? ahh fuck.” she breathed.

You quickly took your fingers of her and put in the dildo into her and sped up to the speed just the way Tzuyu likes, So you guys can get this over with faster. “i’m r-really sorry. i d-didn’t mean to make y-you upset.” you began pushing yourself back harder as you held eye contact. Sana’s resolve weakened as she felt her blood begin rushing to her dick, signaling to her that she was going to cum if she didn’t get in control quickly.

“mhmm. not finna say it’s okay ‘cause it’s not, but i forgive you Y/n.” Sana said because she couldn’t really resist on of her favorite members. “Tzuyu? Do you think shes tell the truth?” “haah.. um.. yes i think you should…let her cum too” She said quickly so they could cum with her. “ Okay i believe you, Now keep making mommy feel good and i’ll give you my cum. how dat sound?” “y-yes please.”

the two of you moved on one accord, fucking each other dumb as you and Tzuyu reached your climax’s. You went faster using the dildo to get up to Sana’s speed so we could all cum together. Bodies growing weak and legs shaking as your thick cream rushed down her cock. Sana easily held you up, continuing to use you as her personal fleshlight. “ughh fuck baby m’finna cum.”

Her pace quickened, hips pistoning into you as you and Tzuyu screamed from the overstimulation, Tzuyu squirted all over your face and her lower stomach . she gave you one final trust before kissing you to keep you quiet, moaning into your mouth as her hot cum flowed into your walls. The 3 of you stayed like that for awhile, giving each other light kisses as you panted in each others mouths.

You pulled the dildo out of Tzuyu as Sana slowly pulled her dick out of you. As you all finally came down from your orgasms your heard Dahyun’s music cut off so atleast nobody heard what was going on in the room. You all quietly got dressed and you and Tzuyu walked out the room and you began to walk to your room but Tzuyu grabbed your arm and began to drag you into her room. “Tzu we have to get ready” “i know i just want to eat you out..”

That was one of the boldest things Tzuyu has ever said to you. “well i guess but please be fast we have reservations in a hour and a half.” You said to her walking down the hall to Tzuyu’s room. You both made it to her room and she locked the door so nobody would come in. “we have to be quiet aswell Y/n so try very hard” Tzuyu said in a very teasing tone and she knows very well when anyone but especially when she eats you out; you never stay quiet.

You stood before her, your expression a tapestry of conflicted emotions. A sigh escaped your lips once more, a breath laden with a blend of disbelief and surrender. It was a look that spoke volumes, a silent acknowledgment that you were about to relinquish control, bending the rules of convention to fulfill Tzuyu's desire.

Tzuyu, her eyes sparkling with delight, couldn't help but break into a warm and affectionate smile as she beheld your commitment to grant her deepest desires. With a tender grace, Tzuyu leaned in, closing the distance between the two of you. Her lips met yours, sighing in relief as you moaned into her mouth.

In the delicate space between your lips, Tzuyu, known for your reserved nature and quiet demeanor, were a symphony of contradictions in that moment. The gentle melody of your moans reverberated against Tzuyu’s lips, a harmonious composition that stirred a wellspring of emotions within both of you. Each sweet, muffled sound that escaped your throat spoke volumes, revealing a side of you that had long been kept hidden from the world.

As Tzuyu smiled into the kiss, she marveled at the power she held over your inhibitions. The way your body trembled against hers, the way your moans seamlessly merged with the shared breaths, all spoke of profound trust and surrender. It was an exquisite revelation, an invitation into the depths of your desires.

In that stolen moment, Tzuyu tasted not only the sweetness of your lips but also the vulnerability and passion that emanated from within her. Your moans, once silenced in the shadows of your reserved nature, now spilled forth with unbridled intensity. The sounds echoed with a mixture of pleasure, longing, and the liberation of self-expression.

But, soon, Tzuyu remembered she wasn’t all by her self, where you could be as loud as she wanted. The two of you were still in near the other members, a private room within the house — a room that was definitely not soundproof.

Tzuyu sighed, whispering against your lips, “I want to taste you.”

You almost felt lightheaded with the way she began to kiss you behind your ear, down to the curve of your neck, and her hands sneaking their way under your shirt and underneath your shorts, pulling them down roughly. Tzuyu pushed you with her body until your backside hit the front of her bed,

Tzuyu smiled once again and gave you another searing kiss before she slowly made her way down to her knees. She knelt, her face leveled with your panties as she pushed your hips against the desk, holding you still. After a moment of enjoying the way you gripped onto her hair lightly even when she hadn’t began doing anything yet, Tzuyu let her hands run along the back of your soft thighs, trailing them upwards to your ass as she hooked your lace panties on her thumbs. She also began to rip your panties right off of you.

“Mhmm,” was all you could muster out as you stared down at Tzuyu

Her fingers slip through your folds softly, coating them with your slick. She made you watch as she brought her fingers up to her lips, letting her mouth wrap around her own digits, groaning at the taste of you on her tongue. And you could see it — how wet you were.

Before you could even protest, Tzuyu’s head disappeared under your big t-shirt, eyes finally meeting the gorgeous sight of your beautiful cunt. She didn’t know if it was just because she was in love with you, but she had never seen a prettier pussy. Your scent filled her nostrils each second she came closer, drawing her in like a moth to a flame, up until she pressed a gentle kiss on your clit. Her hands gripped your thighs tightly as she continued to kiss your pussy, before her tongue darted out to lick your slick from your entrance all the way up to your clit.

“Fuck…” Tzuyu breathed to herself, moaning at your warmth and sweetness. God, you tasted so good.

You trembled against her as she worked her tongue on your pussy, clasping a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. Tzuyu hummed against your clit, vibrations making you stutter slightly as she listened to you struggle to keep quiet. Her hands gripped your thighs open as she continued to delve deeper over your most sensitive parts.

After a moment, Tzuyu eased a finger into you, mouth moving to work over your sensitive clit as she curled her finger against your walls. You gasped when she did so, hips squirming against her bed.

“T-Tzuyu,” you breathed out quietly, your hand messing up her hair as you tugged on it. “I-I’m close…”

Your body went rigid as she fingered you faster, as she sucked on you harder — the licking and sucking paired with the ridiculously lewd wet noises coming from her was driving you closer and closer to the edge. Humming a deep moan, Tzuyu slid in a second finger, fucking you thoroughly with her fingers. You let out a strangled moan, bringing your other hand down to her head, and began slowly bucking yourself into her mouth; orgasm building in the pit of your stomach as she fucked you.

“T-Tzuyu…” you whined, still trying your best to stay quiet.

Every breathy moan and whimper that came from your lips shot straight towards Tzuyu’s own heat, knowing very well that no one else but her could hear you like this.

She pumped her fingers in and out of you, building and building and building up closer to your orgasm until the band that held you together finally snapped, causing you to bring one hand up from Tzuyu’s hair to clasp it over your mouth. You muffled your loudest moan as best as you could while Tzuyu helped you ride your orgasm out, pulling away from your clit after giving it a gentle kiss that made your legs stutter. Before you could even pull away, Tzuyu slowly began to pump her fingers into you once again. She used her mouth to muffle your moans along with hers as your hands clawed at her back. Tzuyu didn’t stop, continuing to finger you until you couldn’t take it anymore. Even after riding out your orgasm, you began to squirm underneath her, desperately trying to shut your legs.

Every part of you was so sensitive and Tzuyu only sought out more. Your jaw went slack as you tried your best to keep kissing her, but you couldn’t help but keep your mouth open to let out silent moans as she fucked her fingers into you, “T-Tzu-Tzuyu, please—I’m gonna cum again—“

Tzuyu smiled wickedly, “Yeah? Gonna be a good girl and give me another one, baby?” Your second orgasm hit like a freight train. Tzuyu used her free hand to clasp her palm over your mouth, muffling the scream that you were about to let out. Your body trembled against hers, arching your back as you continued to shake.

Tzuyu held you close, creating a cocoon of safety and warmth as you trembled in her arms. With whispered tenderness, Tzuyu’s voice caressed your ear, a soft symphony of soothing words that washed over you like a balm. In the hushed tones of her whispers, she wove a tapestry of affectionate reassurances as you calmed down from your high, letting you rest your head in the crook of her neck, catching your breath. Fingertips brushed tenderly against the nape of your neck, soothing the frayed edges of your being.

Tzuyu looked at her phone to see you both had about 45 mins to be ready to go out for lunch. You immediately got dressed and rushed upstairs to get ready. “As you went almost at your door you saw Jihyo standing at your door frame waiting for you. “3 times Y/n? You are really a slut huh.” She was referring to how you’ve fucked 3 times in a row with barley any breaks at all. “Hurry and get ready we are leaving in 44 minutes” Jihyo said to you as she walked a way from your room into hers.

You quickly got undressed and hoped into the bathroom you and Jihyo share. 15 minutes past and you got out of the shower and began to get ready to go out for lunch.

You finished getting ready and applied some lip gloss, extra lotion and perfume before walking out of your room. “Y/NNNNNN ARE YOU READY YET!!! WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE” Momo yelled from downstairs, “IM COMING GOSH!” You yelled back at Momo as you walked down the stairs. The other girls were all dressed nice aswell and Tzuyu looked very cute aswell. They all were wearing either a dress, dress pants or skirts. And after Jihyo checked if all of you were there; it was time to head out.

It was a 45 minute drive but since there was a little traffic it was 50 minutes. You sat next to Sana that was sitting in the middle seat and Tzuyu was next to the drivers window. “Y/n.. put this in you now… because i dont want you acting up.”She put a blanket on you after she finished whispering in your ear. You did as you were told and placed the vibrator on you clit. She did the same to Tzuyu and said the same thing to her.

You all shortly arrived and when you got out Momo grabbed your hand and pulled you aside. “You know i heard that you were being bratty earlier.. and i don’t want you acting like that in public okay? because i have the remote and i could make this afternoon living hell, so do you understand me?” Momo said to in a very nice way but you knew she was serious. “ i understand.. i guess” You said the end farely quiet hoping she wouldn’t hear you but she did and lets just say things get worse when you get in the restaurant.

Shortly you all were seated and after you ordered your drinks and the waitress walked off, Momo tried her last soft attempt at getting you to stop the silent treatment. You rolled your eyes at her sorry ass excuse which caused Momo’s jaw to tighten. "ion give a fuck about nun of that. i say what i want and do as i please” You said softly after Momo tried to talk to for the second time but she hears every word you just said.

You thought she didn't hear you, but you were sadly mistaken as you watched her raise her eyebrows at you. "oh word?" Momo stared directly in your eyes as she awaited your reply. You were too nervous to speak though, not wanting to make matters worse. "uhhh i gotta pee." as you got up you instantly feel a strong vibration come from your underwear, making you have to quickly lay your hands on the table to keep your balance as you felt the device rub against your clit. you looked up at your unnie who was paying you no mind as she looked through her menu. "sit down." was all she said as she continued to read through the different dishes. you felt your wetness begin to make its way down your thigh before quickly sitting down.

"I told you ill make your lunch living hell" you couldn't even reply, settling for just a nod as you tried to ease the sensation by crossing your legs. ony kept his eyes on the menu as he opened his left hand, showing you the small remote in her palm. "you know how i feel about the head movements. let mommy hear you." you tightly gripped your skirt as you felt your climax coming, but it left as quickly as it came. Momo eyed you as she turned off the vibrations and put the remote back in her purse. Right before you spoke you noticed the waitress coming back with your drinks.

the waitress began to ask everyone at the 2 tables of what they went to eat after she places everyones drinks. Tzuyu ordered and it was soon your turn. You felt vibrations slowly coming back as the waitress asked you want you want. “C-Can i have the… uhh Brisket Kalguksu and s-some Budae Jjigae” You struggled saying that to the waitress as Momo has the vibrator on. “is that all” You nodded as she goes over what everyone ordered before walking away.

“Momooo.. i- please t-turn it off” You said loud enough so she could hear over all the talking going on around the 2 of you. “No and if you ask again ill make you cum in front of everyone and i know when you cum you cant be quiet” Fuck. She caught you because the many times the other member fucked you and revealing that your the loudest when you cum. So you didnt say anything back as Momo began to chat with Nayeon. Mina noticed you looked uncomfortable and asked if you were okay, “im fine i just am ready to eat..” You said so she wouldn’t see how hard you have your legs crossed so you wouldn’t cum.

A minute passes by as you continue your conversation with Mina, but you feel a knot in your stomach signaling your going to cum soon. Mina gets up with Nayeon, Jihyo and Chaeyoung to go to the bathroom while, Dahyun and Jeongyeon walks out to grab something from the car. Which leaves Sana, Momo, Tzuyu and you left. “ Momooo im gonna cumm” You began to whine at her very quietly.

“Shut up Y/n! i told you no so the answers no” Momo angrily said to you making Sana and Tzuyu look at you. “What happened Momo? is she already acting up again?” Sana questions her. “Obviously!? You know she cant go a few hours without getting fucked.” Momo laughed at herself and Sana joins in. “Momo just let her fucking cum like its not that ha-.” She was stopped mid sentence to a slap in the face by Sana. That left you and Tzuyu in shock; since Sana never gets that upset even when she’s punishing someone. She turned on the vibrator that Tzuyu has puts it on the settings right below the highest. “Didnt i tell you to not be disrespectful? Did i not tell you that Tzuyu?” Sana said to Tzuyu very upset.

“aaHH! fuuuck! Sanaaa!” Tzuyu put her head down on the table so nobody could see her moaning like a whore in public. “ooohhh g-god im-im cuming” You couldn’t hold your orgasm any longer so you squirted all over yourself, chair an floor. And Momo watched you do it too, She and Sana noticed how easy it was to put Tzuyu and yourself in a submissive place so easily. She cleaned you up the best she could before she saw the other members making their way over to the table.

“no! no! no! no! turn it off Sana i cant be like this in front of them, please i cant” Tzuyu whined and begged for her to turn it off but did Sana listen? No she just lowered it and watched how quickly she changed up. “im going to the bathroom” you got up and Tzuyu followed very quickly after. But as soon as the both of you began to walk you almost fell over because Momo and Sana raised the setting of the vibrators.

As the both of you walking the other girls are walking back from the bathroom. You felt your phone vibrate so checked to see what it is….

Wifey Momo, My love Tzu, Bae Sana

Bae Sana; If you touch yourselves in that bathroom; i swear ill tell everyone at the table about how much of whores you both are. I bet you don’t want everyone to know you guys have been fucking all this morning? Do you now? / read at 11:54am

Wifey Momo; And just know.. we will know if you do so when you comeback don’t even think about lying because it wont help you in the long run / read at 11:54am

Oh god thats the only reason why you went to the bathroom is to touch yourself. “Tzu.. can we yk fuck really quick because i cant take this anymore” You whispered in her ear since your still in a public place. She nodded an youve both reached the bathroom so you could now fuck. The vibrations soon came to a halt as you opened the door to the bathroom.

You both ran into the big stall, locked the door and you both began to touch each others bodies. "i bet you're so wet right now.." She smirked as she took your silence as an answer, She lifted your shirt and bra up and she parted her mouth to lick over your nipple at such ease watching you bite your lip feeling frustrated by the lack of touching elsewhere. "if you want more.. beg."

she spoke nonchalantly as she switched boobs repeating the same action to the other with your back arching slightly to feel her tongue pressed up against your nipple, ready to be sucked and licked by the tall girl. "fuck off.." you panted feeling her laugh against the mound of your breast, using her other hand to pinch your nipple making you gasp slightly as she tugged on it.

"fuck off?" she said with such attitude looking up at you with her brows raised, letting go of your nipples with such force watching them jiggle against your chest. she let out a sigh removing herself from your body per request making you rise from your back to look up at her with a confused expression. "where the fuck are you going? you can't be serious right now.."

"oh i'm dead serious, you said we are being bratty and shit to out unnies not to me.." She snapped back holding up two fingers feeling herself get riled up even more as she looked at your face filled with such frustration. “all you have to do is beg, is it really that hard?" of fucking course it was "that" hard, begging wasn't something you'd ever do in public. You felt your blood boil at the thought of her having the audacity to even tell you to do such a thing, you were fuming. You felt yourself growing hot with anger, seeing how she looked down at you never wiping that same annoying smirk off of her face, breaking into a smile at how worked up you had gotten over her request.

"what? oh- you thought i was just gonna fuck you? let you have it so easily?" She laughed in your face watching how your mouth formed into a thin line letting your anger get the best of you. "aw come on princess i know you want me.." She taunted reaching to whisper in your ear, "just need to hear you say it."

She mumbled on your skin with her lips now attached to your neck placing soft kisses on your skin, letting them linger. Feeling you swallow your saliva she let her teeth come into play as she nibbled against your neck; you had too much pride for this, to even be put in a situation like this you wanted to act out violently.. but she was right, you did need her. You needed her oh so badly, being so hot and bothered by the aftermath of Momo’s teasing there was no denying how much you needed her assistance.

"Tzuyu.." you mumbled feeling her hum against you in response to you calling out her name, proceeding to kiss you so gently with the sounds of it filling your ears riling up your body up with more and more desperation. you were gonna get her back for this for sure. "what is it, princess? need something?"

"i.. i need you to fuck me.. please.." You sighed gritting through your teeth at such obscene words you never thought you'd ever say to her in such place. Feeling her smile as she pulled away to face you, her wide toothy smile decorating her face as you rolled your eyes hearing her chuckle in victory. "It could be better but i'll let it slide cause my pussy is aching." She critiqued as you shook your head falling back onto the stall wall to watch the girl undress her lower half, focusing on pulling down her panties and pulling up her dress to her waist.

"I hope this will be worth the begging.." your snarky reply made the girl snort, "If that's even what you call begging.." She hovered over you as you spread your legs apart shifting her way between them, letting your eyes land on her cunt that was shown to you as her eyes landed on the dampness of your flimsy panties.

She quickly pulled your panties down and made sure she kept the vibrator on you so you wouldn’t get in trouble. But she had taken hers out and placed it in her dress, “Wait where’s your vibrator?” You questioned her after you noticed it wasn’t there. “I took it off because i want to see want Sana will do to me again because when i saw how she fucked you, i want the same or even harder” Tzuyu said quickly so she could began to kiss you.

“mmph—! you're gonna angh—make me cum, you're gonna me cum, you gonna make me cuuumm” You moan out, not caring if anyone walking past could hear you. Nayeon began to suck on your nipples and rub your clit to get you too cum. "Anh…h-haaah! oh god Nayeon! i- Mmfh! fuckkkk, i’m gonna cum! gonna cum” And thats what you did. You squirted all over Nayeon’s fingers and your thighs.

As your makeout session continues a knock was heard on your stall door. “Y/n and Tzuyu! Are you doing what Me and Momo told you not to do?” Fuck. You both are screwed because you didnt think they would come out here and say something to you. Tzuyu stopped kissing you and you both looked at the door in silence, She scrambled to put her panties back up and put the vibrator back in, “And Tzuyu why did you take it out? And i know you saw my message so why didnt you listen?” Sana questions Tzuyu but not saying what the ‘it’ shes talking about outloud.

“I.. I forgot i had it” That was probably the worse lie you have ever heard her say. You pulled your panties back up and fixed your clothes before helping Tzuyu fix her dress. You opened the stall door to see Sana leaning on the sink. “Y/n go. I need to handle this one alone” Sana says to you as you left. As soon as you closed the door you heard a loud noise that sounded like a slap but your not sure. You began to walk to the table to hear some foot steps behind you and you were almost at the table.

You looked back to see that the waitress was walking to the table so you sped up to get to the table. As the waitress was giving everyone their food, you could just feel a set of eyes burning into your skin. You look to see who is and its Momo that looks very angry at you. “Me and you are going to have a talk in the car” Momo says to you before looking at her food.

The waitress walks away and you see Tzuyu and Sana walking back from the bathroom. Tzuyu looks kinda upset but very lowkey and Sana looks how she always does. You could just think about what happened to her. “Are we all here?” Nayeon says before looking around to see if everyone is at the table. “Yes everyones here, So we can all eat now” Jihyo says and everyone begins to eat.

You start to have a conversation with Mina, Charyoung and Jeongyeon and you eat. And the others have there own conversations. Its been about 18 minutes later and everyone is about done with there food and the waitresses come to out table to collect the dishes and one of them ask if anyone wants dessert. You and a few other members say yes and order some dessert, You all chat about whatever until you feel vibrations starting to come back and you try not to worry about them because you already know your doomed when you get back in car.

About 5 minutes later the waitress comes back with dessert and hands it to the people that orders it. You take a quick picture of the dessert before eating it. You offer Tzuyu some and she of course says yes. After you and the other members finish eat you all clean up the table and grab all of your stuff before getting up to leave. Your on your phone scrolling social media and Tzuyu texts you.

My Love Tzu

My ass and tits hurts and also my legs do too, Sana literally spanked me again all over my body tho not just my ass and ig she had brought her paddle with her so it made it painful / read at 12:44pm

Dam bitch, Momo said she has to talk to me in the car so i wonder wtf shes gonna do and say. / read at 12:45 pm

Word up like this way lowkey fun we should act like this more often because i want to see what the other members would do aswell. / read at 12:45pm

You all began to walk out the restaurant after Jihyo payed and gave them a tip. You were walking with Tzuyu and were waiting so Momo and Nayeon to get in first but Momo pulls you into the car so your sitting next to her. After you all were situated the car, the staff member that was driving us said he has to stop to the gas station and the store before they bring you home. You all say it fine or whatever and the car begins to move.

About 27 minutes into the drive and you feel that Momo turned on the vibrator again. And this time she had it on the of the highest settings. “a-ahh s-shit” You moan as quietly as you could and you hear Momo laughing at you it seems like because she was looking dead at you when you moaned. The car parks at a store and the staff member lets you all know that he will be back just give him a few minutes once you heard the door close Momo decided to put the vibrator on the highest setting making you whine farely loudly. “Momo! what the fuck! w-why d-did you do t-that.!” You said to her barely over a whisper.

“Do what Y/n? I told you ill make your life living hell if i needed to” Momo said with no remorse. You heard low whines coming from the seat infront of you that it was very obvious that it was Tzuyu. “S-Sana n-not in here” Tzuyu said to her in her ear. “Im not doing anything Tzuyu” Sana said still looking at her phone so she knew that it was Nayeon that had control with the vibrator now. “Sana snd Tzu switch seats” Nayeon said that kinda drowned out ur whines.

They both undid their seatbelts and switched seats. Tzuyu was now in the middle seat and sat next to Nayeon and Sana. “Tzuyu. i would of never expected you to act like that towards your own leader” Nayeon questions Tzuyu just like Sana did earlier. Nayeon began move her hand on Tzuyu thigh and began to inch her hand closer to her cunt. “Nay-Nayeon what are you.. doing” Tzuyu said to Nayeon trying her best not to moan.

She put the vibrator up more which made Tzuyu gasp and whine. She moved her hands up more on her thigh until she reached her panties. “How are you soaking through your panties and I’ve done nothing yet? Or maybe it was when you and Y/n went into the bathroom and almost fucked again for the 2nd time today?”

“i- how do you-”She questions, “You think i didnt hear you when Sana fucked you and Y/n hm? I heard you say to Y/n how badly you want to fuck her too?” Nayeon continued to Tzuyu and she could just tell Tzuyu’s pride falling.

She was just about to say something else when the drivers door opened and the staff member sat in the car. The staff member began to start the car. “Now im going to finger you for the rest of the car ride and if you make one noise im stopping and when we get back; you and Y/n’s ass is grass because when we get in the house its over for the both of you okay?” Nayeon whispered in Tzuyu’s ear but loud enough for you to hear aswell. And that’s exactly what Nayeon did for the next 25 minutes before the car stopped and the Staff said that he was going to get gas for the car. And he got out and began to pump gas.

“o-ohhh Nayeon-unnie i-im gonna c-cum” Tzuyu moans but not too loud since the staff was right outside of the car. “Didnt i say i dont want to hear any noise from you” “but-but i” “No Tzuyu now your gonna have to deal with the vibrator for the rest of the car ride them” “Please no! i cant do that” Tzuyu began to whine at Nayeon basically begging at her. And she turned on the vibrator and within a few minutes Tzuyu was a mess; She was moaning and whining in Nayeon’s ear. “Shut up Tzuyu, Y/n is getting the same treatment as you right now and she’s quiet, why cant you do the same.

And the only reason why you were very quiet is because Momo literally forced you to be quiet or she will send a video of Sana fucking you to everyone and that wouldn’t end well for you since everyone would see how much of a whore and slut you are for your members. And thats that is the only reason why you are very quiet at the moment. The staff member came back in the car and began driving once again.

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•Daddy Dare Care•

✨Pairing✨: mechanic!Ari Levinsonxblack!reader

Summary🪄 : Ari’s bright idea to stay with the girls to give you a break may not go as smoothly as he thought (Operation: Rekindle addition)

⚠️: dad!Ari (truly a menace Lol), all fluff💕

A/N🎙️: Just something short and sweet. It started out a bit self indulgent since it was my birthday on April 18th☺️, but since that has definitely passed and it switched to Mother’s Day (which also has since passed🫠 lol). Either way, we now have a change in celebrations! Hope you guys like it! *If I can push myself, I have 2 other belated bday/self indulgent fics I want to put out but we’ll see!*

*DISCLAIMER!*: Although collage was made by me, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of any pictures used as they were all found on Pinterest

“Ari, you sure you’re gonna be okay?,” you ask in a hushed whisper daring not to wake your sleeping twins. As angelic as they looked at this moment in their matching bassinets, long lashes resting peacefully against their cheeks, you wouldn’t believe they were screaming like mad men an hour before.

Aliana was hungry, but wouldn’t take your breast milk from the bottle her father so nicely warmed for her. She wanted it from the source, which wouldn’t have been an issue if her sister Brynn wasn’t so keen on staying attached to you today.

So unsurprisingly, she wasn’t happy when you and Ari had to trade.

And sensing her sister wasn’t happy, Aliana therefore would not feed and instead cried in solidarity with her sister.

Like she’s done pretty much every other day since you’ve moved in, Mrs. Holloway shuffled her way across the hall knocking on your door to check on your little family and make sure everything was fine after over 15 minutes of wailing. Although a very sweet gesture, you really weren’t in the mood for her “what I used to do is…” at that current moment.

“I probably shouldn’t even be-,”

“Y/N it’s Mother’s Day. You deserve to get out the house and have a break,” Ari responds. “Go and have fun, we’ll be good.”

You honestly felt guilty how much you longed for more than the monotonous cycle that was your life these past months. Not a complete change, just a little twist in the routine if you will

Seeing your friends going out for dinner and on trips made you miss your college days of exploring the city or those around. Not caring about what time you came back because you only had yourself to worry about.

Yes you knew you needed a break - your doctor and the girls’ pediatrician always emphasized that during your respective appointments - but you honestly felt like you didn’t deserve it. As your mother said when you announced your pregnancy, “Say goodbye to whatever you consider fun and the life you had before. It’s now solely about those two until they’re good and grown. Heck even past that really.”

By the time you realize you’re crying, Ari’s already wiping away the lone tear with his thumb sweetly smiling at you as he caresses your cheeks.

“Baby I know it’s hard, but this is good for you. It’s okay to have a life outside of our girls.”

“Is it though?,” you whisper. “What if 20 or so years from now they need therapy because I wasn’t there?”

“…Well seeing that they’re infants, I doubt they’ll even remember this,” Ari lightly chuckles successfully making you smile - even if for only a few seconds. “Plus it’s only a few hours sweetheart. It’s not like you’re leaving for good. At least I hope not.”

His feigned suspicion and playful, narrowed eyes make you giggle as you lightly shake your head. “I’ll admit that was a bit dramatic.”

“But it’s just you being a concerned mama, which I understand.”

There he was being that grounding force you always needed. Helping quiet the noise from your brain to bring you a step closer to peace.

His warm palms still on your cheeks as you gazed into his eyes, you were happy to have him back - unfortunately only just for a short amount of time.

Ultimately, he was your center and from his absence you learned without him everything was off.

Unknown to you, he felt the same way of your presence. During your time apart, he honestly thought he wouldn’t make it how his body seemed to crave more than your touch. To hear your footsteps coming down the hall. Feel you under the same roof even if you weren’t in the same room.

Your buzzing phone signals your best friend’s arrival outside making you both separate - and further miss having such an intimate moment with each other again.

“If you need anything please call. Don’t try to struggle through so I don’t worry.”

“I will.” Ari’s hands on your hip and lower back gently move you towards the door not giving you a chance to possibly change your mind. “And you try to have fun. I don’t even want you thinking about us until you get back. Okay?”

“Kay,” you sigh stealing one last look at your beautiful girls. “I’ll see you guys later.”

“Just be sure to call when you’re on the way so we can kick everyone out and have everything cleaned up from the party.”

“Very funny.” His lips on your forehead smooth away your worry lines; instead replacing them with a flush of heat and a soft smile.

Instinctively, he wanted to lean down and meet your lips as well but he somehow restrains himself. Flashing his adorable tilted smile as a last assurance everything would be fine before you’re out the door walking down the steps to your friend’s Lexus. After a final wave, you’re both gone and he’s left with the quiet apartment and two sleeping babies.

Definitely not secretly worried himself as he sits on the couch with both bassinets in front of him. His girls and the tv in perfect view.

“Alright ladies, looks like it’s just us,” he quietly speaks to no one in particular. “So far so good right? Yea I think so too.”

As if sensing her father’s anxiety and mother’s absence, Brynn begins to wiggle and whimper as she typically did before having a full fussy meltdown. Luckily he’s able to get her before she could wake up Ali. Gently holding her close to his chest as he slowly rocks back and forth quietly shushing her.

“Hey it’s okay, I’m here babygirl. Nothing to worry about we’re alright.” In a matter of seconds she’s back to sleep and Ari’s smiling to himself comfortably sitting back against the soft, decorative pillows.

What was he nervous for? He had everything completely under control and these next few hours would easily fly by.

Or so he thought.

A couple hours later and his little angels were wide awake loudly broadcasting their requests for new diapers through their tears.

“I know sweetheart, I know. Daddy only has two hands though, so he’s working as fast as he can,” he responds in a sing-song tone to Aliana using one hand to try and tickle her cries away while the other steadies her squirmy sister.

He never really realized how long this takes not having any help.

Now they sat, relatively calm, in their high chairs watching as Ari opened their containers of food to place on the small plates in front of them.

“Okay my loves, dinner is served.”

With a fist full of smushed peas and carrots, the nine-month olds each inspect their hands before deciding they’d rather not.

“What’s wrong? You guys love this.”

Brynn just smashes more veggies between her fingers while Ali fiddles with the side of her chair as if trying to let herself down.

“Cmon girls you gotta eat,” Ari states grabbing two plastic spoons in each hand. Expertly, he’s able to get something on each one before holding it up to the twin’s mouths. Ali whines moving her head away, and Brynn smacks the utensil from his hand finding it quite hilarious when it drops to the floor.

“Alright, if you don’t want that let’s try this then.”

With the clean spoon, he digs into the clear baby food container before holding the yellowish goop to Brynn’s lips letting her taste. Smacking her lips once, her face contorts in disgust as she holds her tongue out not wanting anymore of whatever that was.

Ali does the same with the addition of smearing the remaining food from her lips to her cheeks and nose.

“It’s chicken and rice guys, I know it can’t be that bad. Here, watch dada.”

Getting a healthy spoonful for himself, he quickly realizes that probably wasn’t the best idea once it settles into his tastebuds.

Whatever this was definitely did not taste like the chicken and rice he was used to. And why did it almost taste like medicine?

He’s quick to spit it back into the jar gagging and frantically searching for a napkin to wipe the remaining residue from his tongue. His two angels giggling the entire time enjoying the impromptu show from their father.

“Glad my pain could make you laugh,” he shakes his head sliding the terrible chicken and rice to the side so he’d remember to throw it away later - and any other food from that brand.

Sighing, he journeys back to the fridge wondering what could work for his extremely picky girls as his oceanic blues scan along the shelves.

“Well since those two were a no, maybe we’ll have better luck with this.”

He takes one small container of strawberry yogurt and scoops the pink substance on one mini placemat before taking another to do the same on the next.

Just as they did with the peas, the yogurt oozes between their fingers then is brought to their mouths where they seem to enjoy the cold treat.

They reach for more practically sticking their entire hands in their mouths trying to eat as much as they could. He even hears a “mm” come from Brynn while Ali gnaws on both hands with that adorable dimpled smile.

“You like it girls?,” Ari asks chuckling at his messy little ones who’d definitely need a bath when they were done. “Don’t worry we got plenty more.”

Returning to your apartment, you’re a bit nervous as to what you’d find on the other side of the door not hearing anything from Ari since you left.

Everything seems okay though, seeing the pristine kitchen and dishes drying on the pad next to the sink.

As you step further into the living room, the only noise is some colorful cartoon character running across the tv screen while Ari snoozes with his head on the couch’s armrest. He must really be exhausted how his mouth is parted letting his snores freely escape to the open air. There’s even a bit of drool glistening in the corner of his mouth.

And you’d still gladly give him another child if he asked.

Perching on the edge of the cushion, you turn to run your thumb over his thick brow while gently calling out his name until he’s shifting and mumbling. “Ari, I’m back.”

One eye squinted, he tiredly smiles as he stretches his limbs - and you try to hold yourself together watching his muscles flex under the black Nirvana graphic tee. You shyly turn away, busying yourself with one of the girl’s rattles once his tummy pokes out along with a bit of his happy trail.

“Back already?,” he asks with a yawn.

“Ari it’s almost eight,” you softly chuckle as he looks towards the window to find it completely dark outside. A short “hm” rumbling in his chest as he sits up.

“I was out longer than I thought then.”

“How was everything? Were they fussy when I left?”

“It was good,” he smiles instantly making your own form. “And no, they actually stayed asleep for a couple hours before they woke up. Then had diaper changes, ate, and played until they got tired. Before you ask, yes I took plenty of pictures.”

He chuckles at the way you giddily bounce as he hands his phone over. The screen already showing a photo of your babies with messy faces and hands as they ate their yogurt. How did they always manage to get it in their hair?

“How was your girl’s day?”

“Pretty good. We went to that new little area, Midtown. They have some cute shops and things so we stayed there, talked and ate.”

“And see? Everyone’s fine, no one in any emotional distress,” he adds nudging your side and making you roll your eyes.

“I know I know, the world didn’t end,” you giggle standing as you hand his phone back - trying to ignore those fuzzy feelings in your stomach for the second time today when his hand touches yours. “I’m uh gonna go peek in on them before getting ready for bed.”

“Okay, just uh let me know when your done so I can change and everything.”

It’s been months, and it’s still taking time for both of you to get used to the new arrangements of your “separation”. At least once a day Ari had to remind himself how it was your bedroom now. How he was basically the guest in your home.

You, on the other hand, would never get used to the cold bed though having had your own personal heater for years.

Secretly, you didn’t wash the pillowcase from his side for the longest not wanting to get rid of his smell. The last remnant of his former presence in your little apartment.

Nodding your head, your sandals dully flap against the carpet as you make your way to your girls. More than ready to attack those chubby cheeks with kisses and nibble on fingers/toes if you could. However stepping foot in the door, that excitement soon turns into dread.

“Um Ari,” you sweetly call over your shoulder, “come here please.”

In seconds, he’s by your side still yawning the residual sleep from his body.

“What’s-,” his words catch in his throat as the horrendous scent finally touches his nostrils. “What died?!”

In their crib, Brynn and Aliana sat quietly covered in green, pasty poop that seemed to have run from their diapers out onto their starry mattress cover.

More specifically, Brynn sat squeezing poop in her fists while Ali lied on her back staring at the ceiling as if saying, “why me?”

“Exactly how much yogurt did you give them?”

“…Two.”

“Two?!”

“A-and a half,” he adds nervously scratching the back of his neck.

“Ari!,” you whine with hands on your hips. “The girls don’t do well with lots of dairy or sugar. It’s why we have the ‘only one’ limit.”

“But they really liked it! You should’ve seen how cute they were doing that excited shake thing. Plus they wouldn’t eat anything else I tried to give them,” he explains hoping to make it to the twins first birthday.

Sighing, you kick off your shoes before leaning down to pick up Ali being careful to not get any feces on you. “Let’s get you cleaned up my love. Can you get B please?”

Hesitantly, Ari reaches over the wooden railing to get his daughter trying to control his gags as she joyfully reaches out wanting to be held closer. “Please tell me you didn’t try to eat it.”

“Sorry I messed up,” Ari whispers as the four of you lie in bed. The girls, now freshly cleaned and in new onesies, each on their stomachs gently breathing. “Now you’re never gonna want to leave again.”

“It’s okay Ari, it was an accident. Need I remind you of the trip to your mom’s?,” you both chuckle.

“I just don’t want you worrying every time you step out the door.”

“That’s gonna happen no matter what. I love you guys and don’t want anything to happen.”

That innocent admission had a bright gleam forming in Ari’s eyes and a warmth blooming over his body. He tried ducking his face deeper into the pillow, but that smile was hard to hide.

“Thank you for everything today. I feel like I don’t say it much, but I appreciate all you do for us.”

Luckily his blush was easier to conceal from how dim the room was. “Anything for my girls.”

#ari levinson #ari levinson x black!reader #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x woc #ari levinson au #chris evans #chris evans x black reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x woc!reader #red sea diving resort

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athena-swords · 1 year

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pick a card

genot gonna give any disclaimer

YOUR 2023 IN A NUTSHELL

PICK YOUR PILE

PILE 1

HEY my pile 1 the messages I am getting for you for the year 2023 are

getting your mental health on check

achieving perfection in your some hobby/talents

lots of stuff will keep you on your toes but at the it will make you feel alive

doing your own shit without caring about what others might say (lowkey getting u were always like that but somthing might have happened to change you a bit)

yes MOVING ON like shifting place ideas or just ya mindsets and having the will or passion for life you always wanted

could go to foreign like it will be very unpredictable like clearing some competition or something you never thought of happening

at last all your efforts will pay off you will be satisfied with the results the destiny you have for you ohh .ENJOY

PILE 2

HII pile 2 you might wanna check pile 1 too as you are too gonna have a blast this upcomiing year

you are never too young to try your hands on things you wanna learn about so do give it a try as it can open some good fortune for you

well you gives might be starting a new course or perhaps job?? or might re join school

might have problem choosing /or taking the decision as all of them will be too good

may feel that the more you want clarity the more you are getting confused. So, just go with the flow that could be the best thing you could do for the time being.

could get on talking stage with someone

as you will start achieving stuffs you will get the lost confidence back and will feel a huge sense of completion as well I am seeing you getting rewarded. CONGRTULATIONS enjoy the read

PILE 3

HELLO pile 3 you might meet a psychopath who might become your good friend

will be attending lots of celebration or events or hosting them heard you will sleep less this year dont worry it all fun but try to balance it

making your mother proud. you can get to know about your ancestors and will be doing research about something

starting AFRESH pile 3 are you joining a new school or starting your collage years feels like that

leave old residence moving on

could get less than you expected from something or someone

BUT you are gonna have the time of your life innit like I am seeing you experiencing all sorts of stuffs you wanted to .stepping into the adult life

PILE 4

heyy pile 4 you might have been a empty shell for quite a bit ig

so yaa this year will bring you out of your shell bestie is gonna drag you out of your space

can suffer from chronical depression but it will also give time for some self reflection

dont beat yourself up for past mistakes and gone opportunity there is always a reason - a message form your spirit team

lots of inner child healing. you will be trying your hands on a new stuff

will be getting attention from many. AND to brighten up yourself

there will be a new romantic suiter entry in your life. you will make new friends too

okay it will be so wonderful if you try to give feedbacks take this as new year present

#tarot #tarot cards #tarot reading #tarotcommunity #tarotblr #tarotb #Psychic #intuitive readings #astrology #pick and choose #pick a card #pick a pile #athena-swords #Athena 🐚

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tessiex17 · 5 months

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MY CHILDREN I HAVE PROVIDED YOU WITH ANOTHER RAYMAN FIC

You will be happy to hear that this is a 2 parter (second part is in development) since this is infact already 2,147 words WHICH IS KINDA LONG FOR ONE CHAPTER

This does have a fem reader BTW!!!

Short description: set when rayman is attending collage in America before he became famous and he gets invited to a party where he meets y/n

(Also if there are any mistakes/errors in my spelling PLZ let me know as written helps me improve with my dyslexia so any feedback will be amazing 😋)

Tw: alot of swearing, smoking and alcohol, abusive behaviour

"What am I doing?"

Rayman muttered to himself regretfully as he walked down the cold grid iron streets to the address the party was supposedly located. Rayman has always been a social creature, he loved the idea of meeting new people and going on adventures with them but that mindset had been slowly chipped away during his time in America. Specifically American school. He struggled to make social connections in his classes and was quickly deemed an outcast by his peers which was heart breaking for Rayman because he know it was only because he was alien, the people that liked to make fun of him made that fact pretty clear. It was something he couldn't change and even though he didn't choose to look the way he does or be where he's from he still got hate for it and he never really understood why.

Which is why he was shocked when he was invited to a house party by one of his class mates. He just knew he couldnt miss this opportunity to finally mend his social status and make a friend! Which leads him here. Walking towards the door of a house he's never been at before. He let's out a Sigh before raising his fist and firmly knocking the door. He knew he was at the right place, the sound of music and enthusiastic people could be heard quite clearly through the door (it made him almost feel bad for the neighbours).

Before rayman had the chance to knock once more the door swung open revealing the very drunk but very happy class mate that invited Rayman in the first place

"BROOO! You made it! I thought you where gonna be a no show"

The class mate ushered rayman in shutting the door behind him.

"Hehe what can I say, im a man of my word"

Rayman chuckled slightly nervous but intertained by how friendly his class mate was being. He finally takes a look around the house to see that this party was a lot bigger than he thought. There was at least 10 people in each room. Some where in groups chatting away to eachother, some where playing drinking games and others where dancing. A small smile started to grow on raymans face. Everyone seemed to be having fun so it shouldn't be so hard for him to join in right?

"If you wanting a drink feel free to grab whatever you want in the kitchen!"

The drunk class mate spoke a lil more slurred but still sounding enthusiastic. Rayman just gave him a smile and a small thanks before watching him stumble back to a group of people he must have been previously chatting with. 'Now what?' Rayman asked himself as he looked around anxiety curling in his gut like a snake. Does he just go up and chat to someone? He decides before doing anything he should take his coat off which he then hung up on the pegs by the door. He walks further into the house seeing people having fun. ' they make it look so easy' he thought to himself sullenly but a small creature in the corner of his vision distracts him from his thoughts.

"A cat!"

Rayman says aloud to himself before following the cute Calico cat into the kitchen. He doest pay much mind to the people as they seem to be talking amongst themselves. He crouches down In front of the cat petting it gently

"Arnt you just a sweetheart~"

He cous while scratching behind the cats ear. He spots a purple collar and a little silver name tag around the cats neck reaching for it to find out what the cats called. He flips the little silver tag and reads it

"Well hello kaya, aret you a cutie~"

Kaya looks at him Acknowledging he is speaking to her. She let's out a high pitch soft meow that makes rayman chuckle. He always loved animals.

"Of course your making friends with the animals considering you practically are one"

A voice filled with poison and Sadistic Humor spoke from behind him. He looked away from the cat and up to the owner of the voice. It was a guy in a very generic outfit and a blue hat.

"Excuse me?"

He spoke confuse hoping maybe the guy was meaning it as some sort of distasteful joke? Oh lord how he hoped.

"Who the fuck invited this thing to the party!"

Blue hat guy shouted loudly while pointing at rayman looking around the room as he did so. A few people began to giggle and rayman could feel all hope for having a fun night disappear.

"I'm not a 'thing' dipshit!"

Rayman retorted embarrassment making his face feel hot.

"Well what are you then huh?"

He leaned in close to raymans face. There was a short moment of silence before he continued

"Because all I can see is some sort of alien freak!"

The smell of alcohol was reaking from his breath. Rayman didn't like how close he was. How angry he was getting the more he talked. He opened his mouth to speak.

"I-"

"What the fuck is your problem!"

An angry feminine voice spoke causing both rayman and the drunk guy to turn and face her. She stormed towards the both of them before pushing the drunk guy away from rayman.

"You asshole!, what gives you the right to speak to anyone like that!"

Oh lord was this girl mad. Rayman looked up at her in disbelief as she shouted at the guy who was previously insulting him. Was she defending him? She stood tall in front of rayman making sure she was blocking him out of the drunk guys line of site.

"Hes a fucking freak just look at him!"

The drunk guy slurred his words trying to justify his point but the scowl on the girls face just grew deeper.

"Your fucking disgusting"

She spoke lowly to him

"Thinking you have the right to speak to somone like that, do you think your better than him because he's not from here or something?"

She asked with genuine confusion In her voice

"Is that why? Do you feel more entitled than him because he looks different from you?, because if that's the case then that sound pretty fucking racist if you ask me"

She quirks her brow as if asking a question. He stays silent but his anger is clear on his face

"Men like you disgust me"

She spoke her words laced with anger before she turned around and faced rayman. She jerked her head to the side indicating towards the door

"Let's go"

She said kindly to Rayman who looked up at her like she was some sort of godess that saved him. He nodded quickly before grabbing his jacket and following her outside.

"Well that was a shit show"

He muttered to himself while following after her. She made her way to the sidewalk before taking a seat on the edge of it. She looked over to rayman and patted the place next to her offering him to sit down which he does. The air is chillie enough to see your breath as a moment of silence fell apon them. She pulled a packet of cigarettes out her pocket before offering one to him which he decides to take.

"Thank you..."

Rayman spoke timidly.

"Not just for the cigarette obviously but for everything that went on in there"

That got a little giggle out of her. She brought the cigarette up to her lips taking a long inhale of it.

"It's okay, that guys was being a prick"

She faced rayman with a slightly sullen expression.

" I'm y/n, I don't think I got your name?"

"It's rayman... thank you y/n"

She chuckled again a small smile growing on her face.

"You've already thanked me"

She spoke sweetly

"besides I couldn't just stand and watch. That guy was being cruel for literally no reason"

"People stand and watch all the time"

Rayman spoke sadly but honestly his eyes avoiding hers

"Your the first person who hasn't..."

He looked back up at her to see her intently watching him. There was something behind her eyes he couldn't quite place. Anger?, sadness?, he wasn't sure but he just knew that the feelings weren't directed at him.

"Don't say that man, your gonna make me cry"

She joked half heartdly the sound of her voice wavering was clear.

"Oh nonono!, im so sorry!"

Rayman spoke in a panic

"I wasn't trying to upset you-"

"No no, don't worry!"

She placed a finger over his lips in order to get him to stop talking. He's silent. Pleading eyes staring up to gentle one's as she moves her hand away from his mouth.

"It just makes me upset that nobody was willing to help you before. Don't feel like you need to sensor yourself for my benefit"

She spoke softly to him. Rayman was starting to feel like he didn't have to be so much on edge now that it was just them two alone which was new for him. Usually he had to be more alert if hes gonna be by himself with somone. Even thought he didn't know y/n that much he still felt safer alone with her than back in the house. She took a deep drag from her cigarette and so did he.

They sat there together for a while. Talking and laughing between cigarettes and alcohol. Y/n decided to share a good few bottles of her own alcohol with rayman. It wasn't the nicest of drink but it was good enough and strong too. It didn't take long for the both of them to be intoxicated. They where sitting closer together now the alcohol making them loose the concept of personal space as they chatted.

"Hey this place blows, why don't we go back to my place?"

Y/n suggested as she took another swig out her bottle

"We have been sitting outside getting drunk ourselves, would be warmer at yours too"

Rayman spoke semi to himself as he pondered on the idea

"Kmonnnn~"

Y/n whined as she grabbed one of raymans shoulders and shook him playful chanting "My house! My house!" Over and over while laughing

"Okay okay!"

Rayman laughed placing his hand ontop of the one y/n placed on his shoulder in hopes it would get her to stop shacking him

"It is better than staying outside the party we kinda just walked out on"

He chuckled as he stood up reaching a hand out for y/n to help her up. She takes it as rayman pulls her up onto her feet. Y/n thanks him before giving herself a big stretch followed by a pleased groan

"Ahh~ Alright!, let's go!"

She glanced over the floor making sure she didn't leave anything behind before looking at rayman a smile spreading across her face.

"We're actually not that far from my house probably like a 10-15 minute walk roughly"

She tilts her head a little to see if raymans okay with that. He gives her a smile and a goofy thumbs up.

"All good, lead the way!"

He smiled enthusiastically. Y/n just laughs before turning around and walking down the street. She checks over her shoulder to see if rayman is following and motions with her hand for him to catch up. Rayman jogs up next to her before sticking to a walking pace. He doesn't know if it's the alcohol or not but he's having more fun tonight than he has in a while but whatever it is he doesn't want this good feeling to go away. Then suddenly y/n gasps

"Oh my god! I just released somthing"

Y/n spoke in a shocked voice

"What is it?"

Rayman look up to her worried as they walked.

"I can order McDonald's!"

Rayman playful hits her shoulder while chuckling

"You bitch, I though you where gonna say something serious"

"I am serious!"

They both laughed as they walked

"Somthing to eat does sound good though"

Rayman agreed and nodded with this idea they began cooking up

"I just want food"

Y/n whined as she walked down the street and before they knew it they where at her house.

"Home~ glorious home~"

Y/n sung aloud to herself while approaching the door making rayman chuckled in amusement. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her key sticking it into the door and opening it. She stood to the side of the door before doing a little bow while gesturing rayman to enter

"Ladies first?"

She teased as rayman walked by rolling his eyes but the smirk on his face was hard to hide. She chuckled at his lack of a reaction before closing the door behind them

End of chapter 1

So what did u guys thinkkkkk 😋😋

I gave the reader and rayman a silly lil dynamic bc I love bammy interactions I think it's so funny so I made them bams

If you have any feedback LMK and i wanna hear ur opinions of if it should stay platonic between rayman and the reader or should I make it more romantic 🤭

THANK U FOR READING IF U MADE IT THIS FAR XOXO

#rayman #captain laserhawk #clhabdr #rayman fandom #rayman fanfic #clh au #clh rayman #fan fiction #rayman x reader #x reader

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winxanity-ii · 8 months

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𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐭.

╚»★«╝ 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐞𝐧: 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞 x 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐨!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ╚»★«╝

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: comedy

‌🇷‌🇦‌🇹‌🇮‌🇳‌🇬‌: non-explicit

🇵‌🇴‌🇻‌: 2nd person; You/Your

🇩‌🇪‌🇸‌🇨‌🇷‌🇮‌🇵‌🇹‌🇮‌🇴‌🇳‌: in which, you attempt to get a late snack, but almost become one instead.

🇼‌🇴‌🇷‌🇩‌ 🇨‌🇴‌🇺‌🇳‌🇹‌: 1.7k

🇦‌/🇳‌‌: Ngl I had more fun than I should writing this lol...go to 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐍𝐨. ʲʲᵏ if you want to understand this; also Toge translations will be at the very bottom.

★·.·´🇯‌🇺‌🇯‌🇺‌🇹‌🇸‌🇺‌ 🇰‌🇦‌🇮‌🇸‌🇪‌🇳‌ 🇲‌🇦‌🇸‌🇹‌🇪‌🇷‌🇱‌🇮‌🇸‌🇹‌`·.·★

The moonlight casts soft shadows over the Jujutsu academy grounds as you quietly step out of your dorm room. The door clicks closed behind you, and you pad down the outdoor hallway, your flip-flops barely making a sound on the concrete. Your eyes are half-closed, weighed down by the heaviness of a long day and the looming thoughts of another tomorrow.

Grape or orange soda? The question swirls in your head like a mantra. Grape feels exotic, a vibrant purple fizz that tantalizes the tongue, while orange is a classic, evoking childhood memories of carefree summer afternoons. You're too tired to make big decisions but muse that choosing a soda flavor feels important, in a whimsical sort of way.

Up ahead, the vending machine stands like an oasis at the end of the outdoor hallway, promising refreshment and a momentary escape from your tangled thoughts. The buttons showcase a collage of colors and logos, the popular brands winking at you like old friends.

Taking the final steps towards it, you slip a hand into your pocket, fingers thumbing its cold, ridged edges for a moment before taking it out. As you go to feed the coin into the machine, your hand slips, and it clatters onto the ground, rolling under the machine.

Seriously?

Sighing, you get down on your knees and peer under the machine. Instead of finding your coin, you spot a Thumbelina-sized ghost squatting near it. Its tiny eyes are widened, staring at the coin as if it were a treasure. The mini-curse looks up, your eyes meeting for a split second before it scurries away, belly-crawling from under the machine and then rushing around the corner.

Aw, it's kind of cute, actually. Beats the hellish stuff I've seen lately.

Suppressing a giggle, you pick up your coin and roll it theatrically in the direction the tiny spirit had fled. "Oh no, my coin rolled way over..." your voice trails off as you follow the curve of the coin.

The world seems to stop as you lay eyes on the monstrous sight before you. A towering version of the tiny spirit crouches there, surrounded by several miniature copies of itself. Its skin is a deep red, its eyes an even darker hue, bulging unnaturally. Where its stomach should be, a second head resides, its mouth agape.

You could only watch as the tiny spirit you were following darted into the larger one's mouth for refuge. Megumi's quick words echos in your head: Whatever you do, don't make eye contact with curses.

Great. No pressure or anything.

For a few agonizing seconds, you just stand there, your heart pounding a furious rhythm in your chest.

Why the fuck did I follow that mangy-ass gremlin back here!? You internally screeched, cursing your own curiosity. But your survival instincts kicked in, and your thoughts swiftly shifted gears.

Finally, you let out a fake gasp. "G-Gosh, where could it be?" you theatrically wonder aloud, your eyes scanning the ground but purposely avoiding the curse. You bent over to examine a random leaf, your entire body quaking but your movements strangely deliberate. If you could win an award for bullshitting your way out of life-threatening situations, you'd have a shelf full by now.

Just play it cool. Keep it together. You've got this, your inner monologue chanted, even as the looming presence of the curse made the air thick with dread.

With your heart pounding like a frantic drumbeat in your chest, you manage to squeak out, "O-Oh, t-there you are," before cautiously lowering yourself into a squat and reaching out for the coin.

Your fingers tremble, hovering over the object, when the larger curse slams one of its hands next to the coin. You can feel its gaze on you, almost as if waiting to see your reaction.

Don't panic. Don't let it know you can see it.

With a shaky hand, you finally grasp the coin, its cold, metal surface feeling like a lifeline. Just as you think you've got a grip, the coin falls out of your trembling fingers, clattering back onto the ground.

Damn it. Not now. Seriously, not now.

Your internal screams rise to new decibels, so loud in your mind that they almost drown out the unsettling sound of the curse above you. Sweat beads on your forehead as you try to remind yourself to keep cool.

C'mon, hands, work with me here.

Your hand moves toward the coin again, trembling so much you wonder if you've suddenly developed a nervous condition. Picking up this coin shouldn't be this hard. You touch it again—your fingertips barely brushing the ridged edges—and just like before, it falls out of your grasp, clattering back onto the concrete below.

You've got to be kidding me.

Your heart feels like it's running a marathon inside your chest. You clench your fists, feeling the trembling move from your hands to your arms, up to your shoulders, and spreading through your body like a viral infection.

I swear it's like the universe is playing some sick joke on me.

The larger curse looms even closer; it's so near that you could probably reach out and poke it—if you had a death wish. The creature's mouth seems to open wider, as if stretching its jaw to impossible lengths, the darkness inside like an abyss ready to swallow you whole. Its tongue continues to twirl in the air above you, now dripping some unidentifiable substance.

It's like the thing is toying with you, and you don't like that one bit.

This is how I go out? Over a coin? A mix of disbelief and dread fills your thoughts.

The coin continues to sit there on the ground as if taunting you.

And as ridiculous as it sounds, you can almost hear the coin shout: "Pick me up, idiot, before you get us both killed!"

Just as your fingertips brush against the coin one more time, you feel a change in the air pressure. The larger curse seems to gather itself, its body tensing, its main mouth opening wider. Its tongue unfurls above your head, and you can sense the creature leaning in closer for the kill.

This is it, you think, I'm gonna die to this nightmarish gremlin because I wanted to be cute and follow shit around—

"Leaf mustard?"

The voice cuts through the tension like lightning in a storm. You and the creature snap your heads toward the source of the voice. Standing there is a man with white hair, a stark contrast to the moonlit night. His demeanor seems nonchalant, but his eyes are sharp and focused. His head tilts slightly as if puzzled by the scene before him.

"E-Eh?" you stammer, unable to form a complete sentence.

The man repeats, "Leaf mustard?" and points at the monstrous creature, not a trace of fear on his face.

Seeming to reconsider its target, the curse lunges not at you but at the stranger. In a fluid motion, as if he's been practicing this for years, the man sidesteps the creature. It crashes into the wall with a thunderous impact, sending debris scattering. A screech of pure frustration erupts from the creature, the sound echoing ominously through the outdoor corridor.

For a moment, the man looks at the flailing creature as it struggles to right itself, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "Dried bonito," he mutters under his breath.

With a flick of his wrist, he beckons the creature. As if involuntarily responding to his call, the curse lunges again, its form taking up nearly the entire corridor. But the man is faster; he sidesteps the second lunge as easily as the first, this time sending the creature sprawling on the ground.

Seizing the moment, the stranger locks eyes with the monster as he unzips his collar to reveal tattoos around his mouth that look more like arcane symbols than mere ink. "Explode," he says, his voice calm but loaded with a promise of destruction.

The air thickens as his word hangs there, as though the world itself is holding its breath. The curse inflates for a split second, like it's taking a deep breath, and then—boom. It explodes, splattering black, gooey liquid against the walls, floor, and even the ceiling. Each droplet sizzles as it makes contact, emitting a foul stench that fills the air—imagine burnt rubber, rotten eggs, and sour milk all blended into one nose-curling stench.

Even the coin you were trying to retrieve lies forgotten, stained by the dark, tarry remains of the exploded curse before slowly disintegrating into nothingness. Silence sets in, replacing the screams and screeches that used to fill the air.

Still petrified, you remain squatted on the ground, eyes wide with disbelief. Sensing a need to break the lingering tension, the stranger walks over to pick up the coin before turning to the vending machine and casually pressing the button for a soda. "Salmon," he offers, extending the can toward you with a deadpan expression.

Lime, huh?

You stare at the soda, then back at the stranger, and then at the spot where the curse used to be. Everything crashes down on you—your fear, your confusion, your relief—and you break. Tears flow down your cheeks, and you're practically wailing.

Flustered, the stranger makes several flapping hand gestures, resembling a bird unsure of how to land. "T-Tuna!?" he finally gets out, his eyes widening with concern and confusion.

This is it, you think, clutching your knees to your chest as you rock side-to-side, sobbing harder. I've finally gone off the deep end. Can't even handle soda without breaking down.

Finally, understanding that words—coded or otherwise—are futile at the moment, the stranger simply squats down next to you. Gently, almost timidly, he lays his hand atop your trembling head. "Tuna and mayonnaise," he says softly.

The coded word might not have translated directly, but its intent is as clear as day: reassurance, comfort, a promise that things will get better. As you feel his gentle touch, a part of you begins to believe it too. Still, at that moment, the walls of the academy seem to close in around you, and all you can wish for is the familiarity and comfort of home.

I'm so excited about y/ns future reactions with the 3rd years, I just had to give a glimpse/set it up

🇹‌🇴‌🇬‌🇪‌ 🇹‌🇷‌🇦‌🇳‌🇸‌🇱‌🇦‌🇹‌🇮‌🇴‌🇳‌🇸‌ (🇮‌🇳‌ 🇹‌🇭‌🇮‌🇸‌ 🇨‌🇦‌🇸‌🇪‌):

"Leaf mustard?" = "Do you need help with that?"

"Dried bonito." = "Weak."

"Salmon." = "Here."

"T-Tuna!?" = "E-Eh!?"

"Tuna and mayonnaise." = "It'll be okay."

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