#not like i dressed her or something. LET ME DREAM SHUSH IT

[whore-ibly-hot]

"A Servant and His King."

Yandere!Fae-King x Fae!servant x. Fem! Reader

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Dub-con, perverted thoughts, obsession, coercion, fae related hijinks, basically monster fucking, oral (fem receiving), loss of virginity, clit play, p-in-v sex, power dynamics.

(A/N): Part two to a non-smutnfic about Puck, based off of puck from 'Midsummer Nights Dream'. Can be read with or standalone.

Part one (not required to understand)

A brief gust of wind and leaves rattles the shutters of your small cottages window, not sounding out of place when mixed with the usual sounds of the forest. However, the gust turns softer as it gently brushes against the shutters, causing them to open slowly with a creak.

A pair of feet land nimbly upon the wooden dresser across the room from your bed, a shadowy figure squatting down with a grin. The figure hops down, making its way to your bed, where you sleeping form lies blissfully unaware of the intruder.

Groaning, you are soon roused from your slumber by a light pressure on your wrist, and your eyes flutter open. You gasp, seeing the being before you and trying to pull away. "

"W-who are you! Stay awa-" a finger is pressed softly to your lips, the figures face coming into view as the lean forward. Forest green eyes and a set of familiar pearly whites greet you.

"Shh! No need to fear, only Puck is here." He coos, kissing your wrist once more, pressing the soft flesh to his lips. "Sorry to frighten you, little mortal. I would never mean to upset you, but I couldn't very waltz in through the entrance to your humble abode, especially given your mother's feelings about my kind." He lays his lithe body across yours, head on your chest as he looks at you with glee.

"Why are you here, Puck? It's late, I must rest." You say, though you don't resist the fae boys touching. "Sleep is important for humans."

He scoffs. "I know, but I have something more important than your human need for sleep. My king, Oberon, leader of the seelie court wishes to meet you." He pulls you up by your shoulders, a hand fixing your nightgown which begins to slip from your shoulder.

"T-the king?" You're just a human woman, a peasant. You've never even met a human noble, much less a faery king. "Why? Puck, I'm not, I can't! Now? I'm not dressed properly, I'm a human, I-"

Once again, a finger is placed against your lips. Invading your space as per usual, Pucks forehead is pressed against your forehead, nose to nose. "Shush, little mortal. Please, the king loves me. I am his jester-servant, his beloved Puck! We've shared many a-" he chuckles. "Amourous night together. He knows if your good enough for me, then your good enough to meet him. Don't discredit yourself, you are so much more than some mortal maid I take in the woods for a night of passion." He makes her sit up, and tries to slip her out of the bed. "He'll love you, my sweet. It's only proper I introduce my new beloved friend to my closest companion, ruler, and my king." You allow him to pull you out of your bed, and into his lanky form.

"Mmph, Puck. I can walk." You groan, trying to wriggle from his grasp. He tsks with his tongue, and shakes his head.

"No, no, no. Don't whine, don't go away. Be good. It's a long stroll all the way to the spring we're going to, just relax." He cackles. "You humans are so indecisive. Just a moment ago you were whining, 'Puck, no. It's too late, I'm a human, I need my sleep.', now you won't let me carry your frail, tired self to see the king. Make up your mind."

You roll your eyes, but suppose he has a point, and allow yourself to melt into his warm embrace, shoulders flush against his pecs.

As he slips back through the window and dances through the glen, weaving through trees and brush like a gust of cool night air, he soon arrives upon a clearing. Smooth rock reflect moonlight, as the water resting atop them comes from the babbling freshwater spring that rests at the edge of the rocks. A figure, imposing and much more muscular than Puck's is sat on one of the rocks, admiring the water.

Puck gently sets you down with nimble hands, kissing your ear lightly. This causes you to squeak and push him off.

"Stop it, Puck! I-im about to meet a king and your acting like we're lovers! Like your an enamored schoolboy!" You exclaim, and his hands only wrap around your waist from behind, playing with the cloth there.

"And here I thought we were lovers..." He feigns a sad face and a pout, before jolting forward and taking you with him by the waist. "My king!" He yells.

The imposing figure looks over, causing you to freeze, mind not really in synch with body as Puck drags you forward. The king is truly a thing of beauty, rugged and piercing as if he were carved, not from stone, but from the wood that made up the forest which he called his domain. He wears a fur pelt around his waist, covering his only upper thigh and not leaving much to the imagination. His is decidedly hairy, and though beautiful is as rugged as a human man of the woods is expected to be. He has dark curls of hair not unsimilar to Puck's, but not as long. His eyes are a deep brown.

"Ah, Puck, my fair servant friend. I was almost afraid you had planned to trick me, having not shown yet." The king muses, legs spread casually and a hand resting against his chin.

Puck gasps, hand to his chest as if hurt. "Never, my liege. Well, at least not to you." Puck coos, sitting on the rock and curling up to the man's calve. The king runs his hands through the curls of the fae man, and you are taken aback by the sensuality of their interaction.

The king looks up. "And you, little mortal, must be my Pucks new favorite thing, hmm?" He asks, head tilted. You nod nervously as the man waves you closer. You bow, and he grins. "Good, good. I assume she knows who I am then? I am King Oberon, of this enchanted woods and over all of the seelie court. Though, my servant here told me you knew little to nothing of our people when asked you about us, so I doubt you'd know what the seelie court is."

You shake your head. "No, sir. All I know-" you glance at Puck, who is practically purring at his kings touch. "All I know is what Puck has told me. That you are powerful, and to be respected."

Oberon grins at this. "That is all you need know. Come here, allow a king to gaze upon you." His hands begin to wander, cupping your face. His large fingers prod your plump lips, your cheeks, and tilts your chin downwards to look at him from where he is sat. Then, the hand is on your shoulder, playing with the straps of your upper garment, then at your chest. This sudden touch in such an intimate place causes you to jolt back. Oberon raises a brow.

"I'm sorry, sir. That is, that is just a very intimate place for humans. It's for sensual matters, when between two adults." You try to explain. Puck sighs, leaning his head on Oberons knee while the king chuckles.

"I am aware. It is intimate and sensual for fae too. That is why you were being touched there." He says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. Now, you are only more confused.

"Well, intimacy of those matters between humans happens between a-a married couple, and even then, it should not be openly discussed. A woman like myself couldn't, shouldn't ever bee with a stranger like that, not even a suitor before marriage!"

"I have heard humans are... less indulgent in the passions of life than fae. All those awful, boring rules. And yet you kill your leaders and revolt because your miserable? Perhaps. Eing unable to express those urges is why." He laughs, and Puck joins in. He sense your confusion and continues. "Fae do not believing in brief enjoyment and indulgence. We live life to the fullest. Our liquor is stronger yet we drink more, our food is richer, yet we all eat like kings. And most of all, we indulge in the passions of the flesh with each other more than your little mind could take. I think if you had the opportunity, you'd see it was the best way to live." He muses.

To your suprise, he suddenly moves Puck up from his calve to his lap, holding the thin man by the waist as Puck grins wickedly. "You see, me and my servant here are close, emotionally and physically. We have enjoyed many a night of passion, without the watchful eye of my queen, of course." There is some bitterness in Oberon's tone at the mention of his queen.

"You... you indulge in passion with those, of the same gender as you, o-often?" You ask. It is not wrong, you are just so suprised and curious. You are not even supposed to think about a man pleasing a woman, let alone a man and another man. It is such a foreign idea.

"Mhmm. Being a king is hard for his majesty, and Puck... I, am happy to help him with his desires. My king cares for me, and I care for him." Puck says, before gasping and cutting off. You blush, seeing Oberons hand has slipped below Pucks leafy loincloth, hand stroking Puck manhood. He focuses only on the tip for now.

"I am suprised seeing as you are so shocked by how touchy and sensual fae are, seeing as you bedded my dear servant." Oberon says, and you immediately shake your head.

"No! I've never, me and Puck did nothing together. We drank a little, but he took me home." You exclaim, and look st Ouck for answers. He's too busy letting out soft whimpers and moans as Oberon moves his hand the full length of Pucks cock, paying attention to his bulbous tip.

"Is this true, Puck? I find it hard to believe, my servant can't keep his hands to himself. I suppose this makes you seem even more special to me, that my Puck would wish to see you again so desperately, and rave about you to me even if he had not bedded you yet. That begs the question though..." He leans in to Puck's ear. "Why did you lie to your king?"

Puck groans, brows furrowing. "M' sorry, your majesty! I knew you were so busy, and if I told you I had found a mortal capable of giving such incredible pleasure, you'd be more likely to come and see what a treasure I had found." He stammers. The king shakes his head, slowing his movements on Puck's cock.

"You know better than to lie to a king with a temper, Puck."

Puck cries out, bucking his hips and trying to chase that friction against his kings rough hands. "N-no sir! Trust me, I know if she'd just indulge, the mortal would be wonderful! She... she could be our mortal, not just mine! Please sir, I'll be good, she'll be good, don't stop." He begs.

Oberon sighs, still frowning in Pucks direction but intrigued nonetheless. "Alright, mortal girl. I yell you, if you would only let go, indulge just a bit in the pleasures of the fae, you would live a better life overall. And, should you please a king of the woods, perhaps your... what is it your mother does? Herbs? Perhaps they would see a better yield. An enchantment perhaps?" He offers.

You gulp, body hot with both arousal at the sight before you and anxiety. "I couldn't. What would the people in town think, I-I would be outcast!"

"Who would know? Even if someone were to find out, no one would believe a quiet gardeners daughter slept with a wicked spirit." The king teases, tongue poking out from between his lips slightly. He pulls you to him, and you offer no resistance. "For an untouched maiden, I assure you there is no one better to introduce you to a world of pleasure than the king, and his most loyal servant."

As he says this, the moaning Puck latches his lips onto your neck, continuing to moan as he sucks the soft flesh. You gasp.

"Oh, oh, gods." You squeak, the sensitive skin of your nape never having been touched, much less kissed in such a way.

"No gods, here, mortal. No angels or demons, only fae. Only the spirits of nature." He leans into your ear, kissing the shell. "Only your king."

Soon, a rough hand gets your skirt pooled around your knees, kneading the fat of your thigh and preparing to spread your legs and allow the fae king and his srmervant a view of the untouched treasure that lies there. You shiver as the cold air brushes across your stomach, you've never felt so exposed.

"See, highness? I told you, she's the perfect, pretty little mortal. Tease her, please? For me? I want to see her face as she experiences pleasure for the first time." Puck begs.

Oberon raises a brow and the request. "Such demands from a liar who has already been granted mercy, and is still being pleasure bu the hands of a king." He pulls his hand from Ouck's cock, causing tears to well in the edged faes eyes, having been denied his release.

"Majesty-"

"Enough. I will allow you to tease and prep the maiden, so she may except you king. Before you say anything, be grateful I don't only allow you to watch, or send you home." Puck whines, but grins a little inside. He knows the king enjoys his presence to much to remove him from this sensual scene.

Oberons large hands keep your shoulders flat against the warm stones of the spring, while Puck, still hard beneath his tented loincloth, crawls unceremoniously up between your thighs.

"What are you doing, Puck?" You whisper out softly, looking into his dazzling green eyes. He smiles warmly, pressing his cheek to one of your thighs.

"I assure you, maiden, my wicked tongue is not only good for japes and jabs." He coos. You are still confused at what he could mean, until the two thin fingers parting your folds are replaced with a hot, wet muscle. Puck licks a stripe teasingly up your center, savoring the flavour but eyes never leaving your face.

Oberon smiles down as he watches your face contort and wrinkle at the new sensation.

"Puck, y-your majesty, what is- oh, what is he doing?" You ask, trying to form a coherent sentence at the odd feeling of pressure and friction against both your clit and your entrance as Puck explores your folds.

"It's called cunnilingus, maiden. Fae have many ways to pleasure each other, but many enjoys the feel of one's mouth on their most intimate areas." He chuckles as he watches Puck tasting you curiously. "Sometimes, I find filling his mouth is the only way to quiet him." Puck giggles, and the vibrations make your legs quake.

Soon, the muscle invades your entrance, as Puck is now groaning almost as much as you. It's a gentle stretch, but both Ouck and Oberon know it will be necessary for what the king is to do later. Your aroused and needy clit is not forgotten by the fae pleasuring you, as a free hand comes to tweak it gently. The feeling is overwhelming, and soon, that knot inside you snaps, and you feel a high you've never known. It feels as though currents, waves run through your body as your maidenhood spasms around Pucks tongue.

He removes it, but continues to lap at your spent clit, tasting the juices of your climax. Oberon smiles.

"Was he good, maiden? Did you first touch by a man satisfy?" He asks. You can only weakly nod. "Ah, answer, maiden. Your being addressed by a royal."

"It was... it was very good, m-majesty." You gasp out. You look away at the sheer lewdness of the sight and Oberon crashes his lips to Pucks so that he may taste you on his servants lips.

"She was a divine nectar, my liege." Puck groans, pulling away from the kiss and now trading spots with his king. Now Puck lays by your shoulders, playing with your locks and kissing your neck and jawline while Oberon moves into place.

His chisled body places itself atop you, his sheer size dwarfing you and removing the moonlight from your body, casting a large shadow. You gulp.

"I... I've never done-" he chuckles, cutting you off.

"I'm aware, mortal. All that talk of purity led me to that conclusion. But, you won't be that innocent for long. I will be gentle, but it will hurt at first when you accept me into your sweet cunt. It's all part of the process."

You tense a little at the feeling of something hard, much more rigid than Pucks limp tongue, prodding at your entrance and folds.

"M' scared." You admit. This seems to soften the sensual yet cold king, and he sighs. Even Puck gives him a sad, wide eyes look. He leans down.

"Don't worry, mortal. I will be as gentle as any man has been with a woman. My Puck was never one to be nervous, but I have had lovers in the past who were. I will take care of you." He says.

Puck holds your hand and nuzzles his cheek to yours to provide a semblance of comfort. "It's true. The king is a fair and gentle lover when he wants to be. Don't worry, my friend." He assures.

Oberon strokes your thighs to relax soon, and soon the tip enters your weeping slit. You whine, the intrusion burns a little, especially as he adds a few inches every so often. But, he is slow, and talks you through it.

"Shh, it's alright. Your taking me so well, especially since I am endowed with more than some. Such a good mortal girl, it will feel good once you've stretched to accommodate a fae's cock." He coos.

As he begins to gently thrust, the slightly pain gives way to a burning pleasure. You whimper, his thrusts rocking your ads back against the stone of the spring. His large, curved tip is hitting the right spots, cervix getting pounded by the large man of the forest.

"O-oh, shit! Oberon, please- please, m-more! I need all, all of you in me!" You cry, and he chuckles.

"That's your womb speaking. This is your first time, you couldn't possibly accommodate all of me. But I will give you what I think, ugh, what I think you can take." He thursts become rhythmic, rolling in and out of your stretched tunnel, as Puck holds you steady and plays gently with your chest.

Oberon humps against you a few more times, moaning at Pucks encouragement. "She is so close, sire. I can tell, she's all tense and red, come on! Give it to her, let her take you. Please." It's clear Puck is still needy from not having gotten his release earlier. Still, he seems satisfied watching the king fuck his newest treasure.

"Mortal, mortal. You squeeze like a vice, such a warm, needy cunt. You needed this, to feel such pleasure, didn't you? Needed a cock to fill this cunt?" He moans. "It was fate, wasn't it, Puck? Finding this maiden, all alone. It was fate for you to be brought to us." Puck nods as his master continues.

"Your majesty, I'm gonna- its happening again." You cry, and his pace doesn't slow.

"I know, I know. I'm, fuck-" one last thrust sends the king over the edge. He groans, feeling your tunnel convulse around him as his thick white cum fills you. Puck plants quick, overwhelming kisses across your face as you climax, secretly wondering what you would look like if you bore the king's child.

Soon, Oberon pulls out, and you lay there, trembling and on the verge of sleep. Puck leans down and plants a final kiss upon your lips. He smiles.

"Sleep, little mortal. It's okay, you are safe with me and my king. I'll return you to your bed, pretty one." He strokes your hair softly, until your tired eyes close and stay closes. He sighs, and looks at the king. It's clear he could go for a fee more rounds.

"Majesty, our poor mortal needed this so badly, her body was on fire for it. We can't... we can't well let her go back to her little cottage, all alone in the dangerous wood with no one to please her. She's trusting, and she broke all the rules of interacting with fae so quickly, what if a worse one came along and-"

"Puck!" Oberon exclaims, making the imp jolt and go silent. Oberon sighs. "I am not a fool. I know how much this unique mortal has captivated the two of us. You need not convince me to take her back to my palace. As fair as Titania will be concerned, she is a plaything for you, correct? I will not have her cursing this treasure." Oberons muscular arms cradle your slumbering form.

"Majesty, I know of your endurance. Perhaps when we get back to the palace, while our maiden rests, I may please you." Puck asks, eyes wide and innocent.

Oberon scoffs. "All this acting because I didn't allow you to finish, Puck?" Oberon says, seeing through Pucks facade of goodwill and selflessness. Puck pouts.

"Isn't it tempting, though?"

"Perhaps."

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[lvr-111]

--BABY LOVE--

Pairings: Bf!Matt x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Crying, Mentions Of Pregnancy

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---*Y/n's POV*---

I'm so fucking screwed. I thought taking some pregnancy tests would be harmless. I had symptoms, Nauseous, My breasts were sore but the biggest problem was I had missed my period. Madi had recommended it, She had done it before but it was nothing but a scare for her. For me, I was pregnant. Pregnant with Matts child. He had a whole career ahead of him? We're only 20, it's way to early for kids, But what if it's my only chance?...What if I want this but he doesn't?

---*Matt's POV*---

What. The. Fuck.

We were mid recording but I left, ignoring the calls of Chris and Nick, We had enough footage to cover our Friday video anyways. I stood at my bedroom door, i can hear Y/n pacing back and fourth on the wooden floor. I open the door, She looks at me with these glassy eyes, her cheeks and eyes red and puffy. Yet she still looks beautiful than ever. I've seen her cry countless of times, but theirs some sort of glow to her this time. Just a faint hue outlining the beauty...

I move forward, No words are exchanged as I hold her. She instantly collapses to the floor, pouring her heart out into rambles and mumbles.

"I'm sorry."

"We can get rid of it."

"I thought we used protection"

I don't say anything. Just holding her against my chest, just trying to shush her, relaxing her as I drew stars on her shoulder.

--*10 Minutes Later*--

---*Y/n's Pov*---

I'm just numb at this point, I'm waiting for him to either kick my out, or something else.

"Do you want this?" He asks, cutting off my thoughts as I sit on his lap

"Do you want this?" He repeats him, looking into his eyes with pure love.

"Yeah..." I mumble softly, I've always dreamed of being a mother. Even with my nieces and nephews, I had this "Motherly Aura" or as Matt likes to say.

"Then we'll do it. I'll support you all thought this and more. We can have gender reveals, We can buy clothes for them, toys, te-" He says before I cut him off

"You're not angry?" I asks, clearly hesitant with my words.

"Absolutely not, I had a feeling something like this was going to happen, especially with you being 2 weeks late for your period. But never in a million years will I be angry at you, I love you too much for that." He says, meaning it from the bottom of his heart. I just admire him, his way of words and how he's so soft and gentle with me.

"We can play music for them, dress them up, make a nursery!" He says, quickly moving away from the upsetting subject as I laugh against him. Laughing at how ahead he is, even if I only found out 2 hours ago.

"I love you." He says to me, before he picks me up, placing her on the bed gentle and moving to my stomach. He presses a soft kiss against the flesh and he speaks against it.

"I love you too little man."He says as I correct him

"Or Little girl." I say smiling down ane giggling as he kisses my stomach, butterflies filling me.

"Yeah yeah, whatever."

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a/n: My first piece of writing!! Hope you enjoy and let me know if you want a part 2 🙏😋😈

tags: @guccifrog @sleepysturnss @mattestrella @therealcody1 @rodysuntiedtie

#nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #spotify #LvrWrites

[elsweetheart]

Hi!! I feel like u write Ellie and Abby the best and I love ur writing 😭 Can u do Ellie’s reaction to reader dressed in lingerie for her?

tht is so sweet 🥹 i feel like there are writers way better on here but thank u so much for enjoying my stuff <333 i will do some lil hcs for ya

pretty little lady.

🎀 kinda nsfw. reader raiding an abandoned victoria’s secret (the dream) and showing ellie what she found ;)

• so you’d wandered off on a supply run and hit the jackpot, an old victoria’s secret store — fully stocked, because who was raiding underwear stores in an apocalypse? ellie was off grabbing necessities, so you shoved a few lingerie sets into your backpack sheepishly and wandered out, finding her again. “stop wandering off, you little worm.” she poked your butt when you arrived back by her side, none the wiser.

• it was raining outside later that night, the two of you had cleaned up and now she was lounging around in your shared room, wearing her hoodie and sweatpant shorts. you slipped away, settling on a lacy pink set. you checked yourself out, smiling giddily at the way it cupped your ass and pushed your tits up. it wasn’t often in the world you lived in that you could feel truly pretty, let alone glamorous. you fished further into your backpack, coming across the cute white stockings you’d taken with pink bows at the tops of them and pulled them up your legs. your stomach swirled, giddy and nervous. it bottomed out between your legs, fizzling into warm excitement at the thought of ellie taking it off you.

• you get back into the bedroom to find ellie laying about, reading a book she’d found earlier on your supply run. “els, can i show you something?” you stood in the low light, your hoodie and sweatpants pulled over your lingerie. “uh-huh?” she tossed her book aside, sitting up slightly in concern. you exhaled with a nervous smile, reaching for your hoodie zipper and beginning to pull it down. “well i already like where this is going.” she raised an eyebrow with a grin, sitting up more on the bed making you snort.

• “shush, dork.” you flushed, revealing your new bra. you pulled your pants down, kicking them to the side before standing before her in all your lacy pink glory. “well, what’dya think?” you clasped your hands together shyly, looking down at yourself to avoid looking at her. she was quiet, so you peeked up to find her taking in all the small details, a smirk plastered on her face. she scooched to the edge of the bed, holding a hand out. “i think… you should come closer.” she smiled, her voice more quiet and intimate now.

• you scurried closer with a demure giggle and stood between her legs, where her hands hovered above you for a moment unsure where to touch first. ellie was a tactile girlfriend, and she had to feel you to know that she wasn’t having some kind of crazy wet dream. she settled on the backs of your thighs, stroking the smooth stockings before finding her way to the bows at the front, fiddling with them. “this all for me?” her question seemed genuine, in awe of you.!

• “who else?” you shrugged, just as genuine and this answer caused her to look up, eyes all soft and in love. you broke eye contact, looking down at yourself with a flushed smile causing her smirk to widen across her freckled cheeks. her long fingers pinched the bow in the centre of your panties and you held your breath, warm simmering lava dripping down into your heat. “this is very cute, suits you.” her voice was even quieter now and it brought a warmth to your face. you felt special, knowing no one else would be able to hear this conversation— her sweet words reserved just for you.

• “i’m gonna need you to spin for me, little lady.” she grinned, guiding your hips to encourage you to turn in a full circle. you obeyed, and her eyes lingered on your ass, only retreating upwards once you’d turned fully back around. “god damn.” she comment lowly to herself, making you bite your lip.

• “wanted to look pretty for you.” you admit, placing your hands on her shoulders. she stared up at you before turning her head and placing a kiss to your hand where it rested. she then warmed her hands along the backs of your thighs and pulled you onto her lap. “you always look pretty for me.” she began, running her hands over the lace of your panties stretched over your ass. her hands ran up to your waist, and then slowly round to the front, one of her fingers hooking into the underwear that covered your pussy, tugging at it ever so lightly. “these are pretty easy to pull to the side huh?” she leant in, lazily dragging her lips across yours.

• “mhm.” you agreed, urging her to go on. she slowly peeled the lace to the side, exposing your damp cunt split open by your position on her lap. “could always keep ‘em on. they’re too pretty to take off.” she spoke against your mouth, fingers swiping through your wetness forcing a shiver through your body. “s’what you wanted right? you wanted to tease me, hm? if you wanted to get laid, you could’a just said so babe… but i’m definitely not complaining.” she pulled back once more with her infamous smirk to get another look at your lace covered tits before you launched at her, desperate for her mouth to be on yours once more.

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#ellie williams smut #ellie tlou2 smut #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams hcs #ellie williams blurb

[meowniee]

Na Jaemin - Not Ready

Pairing: Female Reader x Na Jaemin (boyfriend)

Genre: Romantic and kinda kink smut

Word Count: 5599

Warnings: Switch reader and Jaemin | both are in college age | oral sex (m/f) | deep throat | cum play/eat | fingering | mentions of dry humping | unprotected sex (use condom in real life, please) | the reader is small compared to Jaemin | a little manhandling | bit of subspace | tell me if i need to tag anything else. Not proof read

A/N: Not a warning but: jaemin is a pillow princess (!!) in some parts (just a dick to satisfy her, omg this my favorite part) , reader is not innocent at all and she knows what sex is and everything etc.

“I want you”, you whisper in his ears using your sexier voice, lips pressing softly near the lob, the warm breath of your words caressing his little hairs.

“No, you’re not ready yet”, he whispers back, almost sounding like a repressed gasp.

“You can’t decide this for me!”, you speak louder, sitting back in his lap, outraged by the same old answer.

Jaemin shushes you with a tender kiss on your lips, cupping your face between his warm hands. “You’re not gonna die if we wait a little longer”.

Fuck, you can not be angry with him when he speaks so softly with you, his breathtaking stunning smile showing, looking fondly in your eyes.

“How can you say this? How do you know I’m not gonna die??”, you pout, your voice almost breaking ‘cause you want to cry in frustration.

“Are you going to die if I don't let you sit on my dick, baby?”, with an unblinking gaze he asks, his eyebrow raising defiantly. Your cheeks instantly feel warmer. Your eyes fall to your hands, regretting your words. Omg you're so embarrassed right now. Fuck, Jaemin…

“See? You can’t even handle the words”, his hand tucking your hair behind your ear, “Just give yourself a little more time. Be patient”. He kisses your forehead and lays you down, spooning your back. How can he sleep like that? You’re still burning in desire and frustrated. 

Jaemin is an exchange student, he came all the way from Korea to your country to study photography, pursuing his dreams. Since his first day he has captured everyone's hearts with his good manners and warm smile. You didn’t know a single person that dont like him. It’s like… impossible. He would never hurt a fly. On the contrary, he would take care of the fly if it was hurt. He’s just like that.

And it’s been a couple months that he is “taking care” of you. You aren’t hurt or something. You just really want to have sex with your boyfriend, but he his cock blocking himself everytime that you are making out. In the beginning you thought he was being really respectful, waiting for you to take the first step, approaching him or doing the first move. But in the last weeks it feels like he doesn't even want you. You tried a lot of things to seduce him: you dressed pretty for him, you did your sexier makeup, you touched him differently, you started slowly kissing his neck… And at no point did he show any interest in taking a step forward. So when you clearly stated that you wanted to have sex with him, he said this? Fuck, Na Jaemin.

Today you woke up in the morning to beautiful sunlight filling the room, the warmth covering you like a soft blanket. The sweet smell coming from the kitchen was amazing. Just before you decided to get up, Jaemin crossed the door with a tray full of delicious looking foods. 

“Good morning, princess”, his voice was cozier than your blankets.

You just smiled back, a little sleepy yet, stretching your arms above your head and sitting back at the bed frame.

He placed the tray in front of you. Orange juice, pancakes, coffee, a slice of cake and some grapes. It was a full breakfast for both of you. “Gomawoyo [thank you]”, you said. He looked surprised at you and smiled proudly. “I said it right?”, you shyly asked. “Ne [yes], it’s right. You’re so gwiyeobda speaking korean”. You closed your eyes trying to remember this one, but failed. “I don’t remember this one”, you pout a little, silently saying sorry. “It means cute”, he patted the top of your hair. You frown your eyes and smile with the gesture. Sometimes he treats you like his little puppy and you love it more than you want to assume. 

“Do you need something for tonight?”, he asked while eating a pancake.

“It is okay. I have everything ready”. 

Today is your birthday and you are having a party in your dorm. It’s not a big party but you made it clear that it was a kinda fancy party. You wanted to dress nicely, look pretty, like a doll in your high heels and short black dress. Your best friend helped with the preparations and will help you with your makeup too. 

“When is your best coming?” Jaemin asked.

“She will be here around 8pm… I hope”, you laugh. She’s almost ever on time but… you never know

“So I will go out for you to doll up without men around you”, he joked, “I will get some nice champagne for my princess birthday”, you flustered while he held your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“You tried something else after that?”, your friend whispered curiously while you two were choosing accessories to complement the looks. You sigh in discontent and shake your head. No, you haven’t tried anything after that sad attempt. 

“Girl, you read those things that I sent to you?”, she asked with a huge smirk on her face. “Maybe that way he can't say no… He’s being like that but he is still a man!”. 

You laugh, hiding your face between your hands, kinda embarrassed. “I don’t think I have the courage, but i will try my best”, you both laughed hard. She helped you put together a plan for today… you will sleep with Jaemin tonight. There’s no more time. You desperately need him naked, in your bed, touching all your body and everything. 

The plan? Well… If you couldn’t handle his words that night, now you can, and you will show your different side. You trained in the mirror a lot of times. You can’t be shy around him to conquer your prize. The sentences flood your mind for long hours the last few days. You will be the one that will not let him say no this time. You are choosing tonight and he’ll not be able to stand against it. If you don't give him a chance to say no, he can't stop you…

“Wow, you are stunning, princess”, Jaemin was enchanted by you. His eyes shining more than your jewels, his smile wider than ever while dancing close with you. “So, so beautiful”, he whispered in your ears. He was as stunning as you with a black suit perfectly fitting his broad shoulder and small waist. “Can’t wait to give you your present”.

“Wait! A present?”, you gasp in surprise, looking at him with rounded eyes.

“Yeah, a present… I think you’ll like”, he said with a mischievous smile, eyes piercing yours. “But we need to wait ‘till the end”.

Now your mind is malfunctioning. His words leave you dizzy, your body warm and chills running down your back. Maybe he planned the same thing for tonight? He is your gift? You couldn’t hear anything around you anymore, just his words repeating. God, just make this party end really fast. 

You couldn't wait. Two hours later you were leaving all responsibility for the remaining guests to your friend and walking upstairs with Jaemin right behind you. Holding his hand tight making sure he wouldn't run away, letting go only after having closed the bedroom door. You looked at him with your sparkling eyes, little smile.

“Wait a moment”, he asked, turning his back to look for something in his bag. You tried to sneak a look, but he was faster, turning to face you again.

He was holding a black box in one hand and the other was guiding you till you face the mirror with him pressed in your back, looking into your eyes through the reflection.

He rested his head on your shoulder as he opened the box, revealing a beautiful necklace. “I bought this for you. It will fit you so well”, he said as he took the jewel out of the box to put it around your neck. His hands brushing along your collarbone.

He put on the jewel and rested his hand on your shoulders gently, placing a soft but long kiss on your neck exposed by the dress. Eyes fixed in your expressions in the mirror. 

“This is so beautiful, Nana”, you sighed, touching the jewel that rested beautifully on your neck. “I want my princess all pretty for me”, he kissed your shoulder this time while his hands traveled down your arm. You got caught by his moves and turned your attention to him. His eyes were so calm, but so dark. Your body softened in his arms, letting your head fall back a little, exposing your neck.

He started to kiss you from your shoulder with little pecks all the way to your earlobe, sending shivers down your whole body. You had to bite your lip to hold a soft moan when he softly bit your ear, taking a deep breath of your perfume.

You let your hand travel to his neck, caressing his soft black hair, turning your head to look into his eyes. Your lips were so close, almost touching, like a magnetic force pulling towards each other. His hands pressing your waist, back pressed against his chest, solid like a wall. 

You part your lips and close your eyes inviting him to start the kiss. His lips are soft and you feel him melt when your mouths connect. His body moves while kissing you, almost like a little dance, and your body follows him naturally. He cups your cheek, a thumb pressed gently in your face while the rest pull you closer. Your body starts to feel warmer and you deepen the kiss, your tongue invading his mouth needy. The kiss became sloppy and messy, hard to breathe as you devoured each other's mouths.

He turns you into his embrace. Your hands flew to his chest, cupping his gym worked tits. He mischievously smiled after looking at how tiny your hands looked in his body. He took a deep breath and dove into your mouth again. Your hands started slowly to open his buttons, your touch so soft, trying to catch him off guard.

You only managed to open half of them when he broke the kiss and grabbed your wrists. You looked into his eyes and silently challenged him. With your fists immobilized by his hands, you lashed out with your mouth. Small kisses left on the warm exposed skin of his chest. “Don’t tease me like this”, he growled, closing his eyes, but not letting you go yet. 

You started licking his smooth skin with just the tip of your tongue, making sure to breathe right after so he can feel the temperature difference. He inhaled deeply through his teeth, letting a sound of pleasure escape his mouth. He let his head drop back, just enjoying the feeling. You took that opportunity to free your hand and grab his, leading him to the bed like a predator seducing his prey. Your prey. Your foux eyes fixed in his, your lips curving in the ends. He just follows you till you grab him and throw him on the bed. He sits and looks up at you, standing taller than him. You are so close between his legs that he is almost pressing his chin in your stomach, right under your boobs.

Hands pressing his chest down, you kiss him until his back is pressed on the mattress under you. His hands caressing your waist all the time, traveling up to your ribs and back to your hips. He’s lost in the trance. He’s lost in you and what you’re doing to him right now. He almost forgot that he needed to breathe.

“Baby…”, he sighs, looking at you and breaking the kiss, “Where is this coming from?”. For a moment you thought he might be mad, but he wasn't. No. He was enjoying it too much. His gaze melted, his body surrendered to yours. You sit in his crotch, sliding your hand in his chest and unbuttoning the remaining buttons. He’s not stopping you. 

You return your lips to his mouth, down his neck and collarbone, all the way down his chest. You stopped to leave an experimental kiss right beside his nipple. He groaned and tensed his hands in your hips. You go a little further and lick it before closing your lips around, sucking gently. You feel his hips trusting your core. You smile with victory. Your boyfriend is totally lost underneath you, surrendered and pretty hard.

You feel his hand holding the back of your neck, with almost no pressure, but guiding your mouth to the other nipple. His sounds are so pretty that is making you ruin your lace lingerie that you choose just for this night, for him. You continue your journey across his abdomen (all the six packs, omg), kissing and licking all the spots you've always wanted to worship. 

He took your lips off his body when you got to the waistband of his pants, gently pulling you by your hair. “You're evil”, he whispered the words in a deep voice. You smiled and pressed your cheek to his hip, bringing your mouth so close to his already hard bulge. “You sure about this, princess?”, he looked closely at you smirking, looking for signs of doubt. But he did not. You were very sure about that. Without a word, you laid your hand down gently, fingers touching his hard cock. His mouth opened on a moan as you closed your fingers around him. Then he snapped.

He grabbed your head and pulled to his face, sitting again, shoving his tongue inside your mouth, looking desperately for yours. Fuck… He was kissing you like he was starving for days and you were his fresh meal. His hand everywhere on your body, pressing you against his chest and down in his crotch, making you roll your hips against him. You finally let out a high pitched moan when he trusted you harder. 

“This feels so much better than my pillow”, you murmur in his mouth.

“Fuck, baby…”, the only thing that he could pronounce while you speed up your hips. His lost eyes rolled back.

“Do you want me to stop?”, you tease him.

He shakes his head ‘no’.

“That’s what you wanted? All that ‘you’re not ready bullshit”,you talk like a snake, your voice comes out like hisses while you return to assault his neck, biting his perfect skin, leaving little marks. He’s just a groan mess right now, his cock pulsating inside his pants, his eyes closed. “Did you want me to take control of you so badly? … Oh baby, you could've just asked me”, you mocked. You felt your head being pulled, forcing your face below his. His sudden attitude left you breathless.

“Watch your words… or I'm gonna think that you don't want to be treated like a princess in your first time”, he threatens, his voice is dark, his eyes trailing all over your expression.

Fuck, you’re so in trouble right know. But it softens right away. His duality will drive you crazy. He gently lay back, guiding your head gently to his crotch. His lips already smiling again, his hands leaving your head just to rest behind his own.

You unzip his pants and pull them down, lowering your lips to his covered dick. Just a thin line separating his member from your mouth. You’re drooling just thinking about having him weighing on your tongue.

You face him and start pulling his underwear down, almost painfully slowly, without taking your eyes off him. You take his thick member and massage it lightly, running your small hand up and down, feeling the sensitive skin at the tip and all the prominent veins leading up to it. You feel the fluid that slowly comes out of it letting your hand slide easier. You press a little harder and twist your hand when you reach the top. A low pitched moan leaves his pretty lips again.

You stick your tongue out and lick the tip like a kitten. His eyes devour every new move you make. You take him in your mouth, moving down slowly as your jaw relaxes to accommodate his size. As you accommodate him, you move your head up and down, pressing your tongue up and sucking, twisting your fists where your mouth couldn’t reach, doing it faster as your mouth relaxes.

“Shit, baby… Do it slower”, he instructs you. A hand resting on the back of your neck, guiding your moves. “Where did you learn to do that?” His rhetorical question was cut off as you swirl your tongue around the tip, followed by a series of indistinguishable murmurs. The hand that previously rested on your neck starts to press you down, making you take him even more. He stopped before it made you gag, but he kept you there. 

“Baby, can you relax and breathe through your nose for me?” You looked at him and nodded, doing as he asked, breathing slowly through your nose, feeling your throat relax even more. He presses your head down slowly, feeling his cock go deeper into your mouth, pressing against your throat. He groans and bites his lip as he watches the member disappear.

“Now swallow”, and you did. His cock slid down your soft, warm throat until your nose was pressed into his abdomen. He looked down and saw you wet eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed. Your little hands pressed his thigh while you trying to breathe with his cock shoved down your throat. He let go of your head and you freed your mouth with a pop, spit forming lines connecting you and his dick standing tall in front of your face. 

You wanted so bad to taste his cum that you protested when he suddenly pulled you into a kiss. “What was that?”, he asked after hearing you whining. You couldn't speak the words that went through your head. “Where is your bold persona now? Pull yourself together and say what you want, princess”, he used the same tone you used with him earlier, mocking you. “Want to stop?”, he asked seriously this time, always watching your expressions.

“No… just want to make you cum…”, you replied looking into his eyes, doing your best to hold his gaze as your face burned.

“You want my cum… in your mouth?”, he asked cautiously, his voice smooth as silk in your ears. You nodded in response.

“Fuck… you just need to ask, love. Everything for my princess”, he smiled and pressed your head below his cock, right in his balls, while his other hand wrapped around his girth. “Lick them like a puppy”, he ordered. You watched intently as he massaged his cock from bottom to top, licking his balls as he asked. He was a mess, lips parted in an 'o' shape, eyes closed and head tilted back. Small beads of sweat started to run down his neck and forehead, wetting the ends of his hair that were there. His breathing getting shorter and his noises louder, his abdomen contracting. 

“You think you can swallow me again, princess?” You didn’t wait to take him in your mouth again. He looked bigger than before, weighing more on your tongue.

“Relax and swallow”, and he pressed you all the way down again, faster than before, making you choke. Your throat closing made him squirm, moaning floating through his lips.

“Tongue out”, he commanded as he took it out of your mouth, jerking faster, looking at your face. You know you looked irresistible like that. Tongue sticking out, sitting on your heels, puppy ​​eyes, waiting thirsty for his cum to drop all over your face. 

The scene in front of you was also irresistible. He looked very close to cumming, breath hitched, mouth open, eyes almost rolling back. Fuck. You slid one of your hands between your legs to try to quell the pain that was making you throb.

Without a warning beyond the loud moan, he cummed in your tongue. The thick fluid falling into your mouth made you moan too. He kept jerking his cock until he could breathe and his muscles relaxed. You waited anxiously with your tongue full of cum for him to give you an order. He looked at you and stroked your cheek gently. 

“So patient”, he praised you, looking proudly at your messy face. “Come here”, he gestured with his fingers, beckoning you closer. You were doing your best not to let the cum run off your tongue, but it was too hard. You could already feel a part slowly oozing out. 

He helped you climb onto his lap, straddling his lap. “Oww, you are making a mess”, he took out his own tongue and licked what was running from the corner of your mouth. You didn't know you could feel even more horny than you were feeling right now. “Kiss me”, he ordered, already passing his tongue on yours, scooping someone from your mouth just to shove it right back. 

It was the messiest kiss of your life, cum dripping from the corners of your mouth as you shared. You couldn't control your hips rolling in this tight, pressing on your throbbing point, wanting some relief from the burning sensation in your core. In the end, he made you swallow everything, until the last drop of his cum. Hands gripping hard in your hips, helping you to keep the rhythm as it became out of step.

“Are you sure it's your first time, princess?”, Jaemin jokes, his voice still rough from moaning. 

“I just did it in my mind… a lot of times”, you admitted, sheepishly at the end.

“Have you been thinking about humping my thigh too?”, he forced your face to look in his eyes. His grip slowed your movements, making you whine.

“Nana… don’t stop”, your voice was like a whisper in his ears.

“My mouth is better than my thigh, you know?. Come here, baby”. He helped you out of bed and slowly began to take off your dress. His warm hands pushed the dress off your curves, letting it fall to your feet. 

He reached out and took your hand, guiding you to the bed again, but this time more romantically, laying you gently on your back on the soft mattress. He kissed your lips and imitated what you had done to him. He went down your body leaving wet kisses and small bites. Every new place his mouth touched burned your skin, making you shiver. 

He put your leg over his shoulder and looked into your eyes. His lips were so close you could almost feel them touching you. He stuck out his tongue and pressed against you. He maintained eye contact until his eyes closed in pleasure at the taste of you. He began to quickly move up and down past your swollen clit to your tight entrance, slightly sticking his tongue inside of you.

A new sensation was added when he started stroking you with his thumb. He pressed in and out, each time letting himself in deeper, until you felt him inside you, massaging your velvet walls. Your legs trembled around his head and you felt him chuckle pressed into you. The thumb quickly turned into one finger, then two, in and out in a slow, almost painful rhythm. Your body was sweating and your mind was going insane. You were almost there, but it seemed to be unreachable at the pace he was dictating.

You started rolling your pelvis against his face, trying to get his tongue to go faster.  He moaned with your movements and stopped, leaving his tongue out for you to use as you pleased. You started to fuck against his tongue, at the pace you knew would make you come. Your fingers tangled in his hair and pressed him even closer. The vibrations of his moans further increased your confidence and your pleasure. He kept his fingers firmly inside you, abusing a specific spot that brought you even closer to exploding. 

And then you did it. Pleasure flooded through your body and every muscle tensed, eyes rolling back, breathing paused as the sensation spread. And you melted in his mouth. He greedily licked all the pleasure that oozed out of your pussy. You didn't notice it but you've been pulling his hair all the time, pressing his face almost inside you. You couldn't get enough of it.

He made your orgasm last as long as possible. You protested when he took his fingers away from you, feeling the emptiness. His feline eyes were squinted at you. Satiated? He seemed far from being. He was just getting started and you didn't know if your body could take it anymore. You've never had more than one orgasm and surely your fingers didn't give you as much pleasure as his mouth did now. 

He laid his head on your thigh and waited until your body stopped shaking. His hands caressed your legs and hips, calming your senses. He looked like a predator softening up prey before attacking.

Like a cat, he crawled over your body, stopping at your chest. Your peaked nipples were an invitation for him to take them between his lips. He sucked gently as he swirled his tongue around it. His hand reached out, taking it and squeezing it gently.

“What was it like to use my face, princess?”, he whispered in your ear while his hand was still busy playing with your breast. 

“Incredible. But I want you inside me now.”

“Ohh, inside you? Come on then.”, he quickly spun you onto him, leaving you sitting on his hip. His hard cock rested on his stomach. Fuck... you couldn't believe all that had gone into your mouth moments before. He looked bigger now compared to the small distance from your entrance to your navel. 

“Worried?”, he asked as he watched your eyes travel over his body.

“I'm… a little… worried if it's going to hurt”, you pouted. He broke into a smile as soon as you shared your thoughts. “It looks so… rock solid”. Your words made him laugh out loud. 

“Yes, princess. It’s really hard right now”. He guided your hips until you had your lips pressed against his cock. He moved you the full length of his size, leaving a glittering trail behind. He stopped when you reached the tip, circling your clitoris deftly. He was stimulating you with the tip of his cock. Your body started to heat up again as your pussy managed to get even wetter.

He pulled your body against his defined chest, devouring your mouth without ceasing to minister against your sensitive spot. His hand burning all over your body. He was such a great kisser that you almost forgot that you’re about to be ripped open by his member. You felt a hand slip between your bodies. You felt him positioning the tip just in front of your entrance. You felt the pressure trying to get inside you. 

“Keep kissing me”, he ordered. He guided you down his dick, slowly. Your walls contracting with the entrance almost made your eyes roll over. Fuck, you’re feeling everything. All the bulging veins, the perfect shape of the tip, the delicious upward curve of his cock. Everything. The mixed feeling of discomfort and pleasure left your body confused. How could this be so good?

Then he stopped. You've never felt so full in your entire life. Your insides pulsed around him. 

“Hmm, you did so well, baby. When you're ready, use me however you like”, his free hand caressing your cheek. 

“Fuck, Nana…”, your head finally falls on his shoulder, trying to relax the rest of your body.

He patted your head while holding your butt pressed against him. You began rolling your hips experimentally, small circles at the base that further expanded your small hole. Each time it seemed to slide more easily through your walls. His growls below your ear matched the sounds you were making.

“Just like that, baby. Fuck yourself on my dick now. You wanted this so bad.”

Your ass began to pick up the pace, rising and sitting again, deeper and faster, the pain no longer hurting. Just pleasure running free all over your body. You could feel his body tensing, his breath unstable, little curses and praises flowing through your ears. 

You rested your hands on his chest and pushed yourself up, making him penetrate you even deeper, if that was possible. His gaze went from your face to where he disappeared inside you. His hand landed on your belly where a small bump formed. Your mind spun as you went up and down and saw the bump move. You looked at him in awe.

You started to set the pace faster, digging your nails into his chest, head dropped back, sweat nearly dripping into the valley of your breasts. Your thighs were burning with the movement, but it felt too good to stop. 

He watched your expressions of pleasure and frustration. He knew you had never come with penetration before. His thumb began to press against your already throbbing clit. The other hand guided your errant movement bouncing on his member. 

You slapped his hand off your pussy so you could reach your orgasm yourself, rubbing your clit the way you like it, pressing hard and fast. Jaemin was controlling himself a lot watching you use his body to achieve your pleasure. His eyes traveling between your face and your hand between your bodies. He didn't know if he could take much longer without coming before you. 

You felt your insides contract as well as your muscles. Your body spasms on top of him like electrical waves. You stopped your hips as your body processed the most wholesome orgasm you have ever had. Your moans echoed in the room and you had to place your hands on his chest so that your body didn't completely collapse.

There were so many sensations that you didn't notice when he quickly took your wrists and laid you down on the bed. With your wrists pinned above your head with one of his hands, he started to fuck your clenching walls. You involuntarily tried to get out from under him, but you were still with his other hand pressing down on your hips.

You didn't know what it was, but the overstimulation was driving you to a second orgasm without you having recovered from the first one. Now his hips were pressing hard and fast against you. Your name escaped his mouth in a mixture of groans and grunts. Maybe you felt it when the tears started to escape your eyes rolled with pleasure, but you’re not sure.

“I'm gonna cum deep inside you when you cream on my cock again, princess”, his voice came out as a deep, almost menacing growl. His brows were furrowed as his tongue pressed against his cheek. His eyes were just open enough to see you squirming beneath him.

“Please, Jaemin…”, you begged right away as the pressure on your G-spot was too much and the warm sensation took over your body again. 

The warm sensation wasn't just from your pleasure, but also from his cum being injected inside you. He pressed his cock so deep that you thought that you really were being split open. He stopped thrusting but you could feel him pulsing as he came with you.

You both remained catching your breath still inside each other. He slightly loosened his grip in your wrists and began massaging in small circles where he had pressed hard before. His lips left brief kisses down your face and neck while your minds returned to reality.

“Ow princess, why are you crying?”, he gently asked as he felt tears cut the path of his kisses. 

You shook your head in response. You didn't know why you were crying, but you didn't want him to think he had hurt you. He held you tight against his chest, stroking your hair as he soothed you.

“I'm feeling like I'm floating…”, you struggle to talk and think at the same time, but you manage to communicate with an airy voice.

“I’m here with you. Take a deep breath”, his nurturing voice came back. You're feeling so embraced in his warm figure that you could sleep right away. “You did so well, princess. You were such a good girl for me. I’m so lucky to have you”, he said and then kissed your forehead tenderly.

“Nana… why not before?”, you looked in his eyes.

“Why didn't we do this before?”

You nodded in agreement.

“I wanted you so bad, baby. But I hated the feeling of corrupting you like you were an innocent teenage girl”, he replied promptly, caressing your cheek and wiping the trail of the tears that had flowed earlier. “You're such a strong woman in all aspects of your life, Y/n. I wanted your confident self like this too. And the wait was worth it”, he smiled and kissed your lips affectionately.

“But you're going to have to tell me later where you learned all this…”, he said in a playful voice, lightly tickling your neck. Your face couldn't be hotter than it is right now from embarrassment.

“Now we're going to take a shower and then I'm going to prepare something for us to eat, okay?”, you cracked a smile as he picked you up.

Fuck, Na Jaemin… How could he be such a perfect man?

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dark elain x reader, imagine she teaches reader spells. Or imagine reader is like yeah elain i know youre dark but idc😍 pls teach me something cool and elain teaches her and they get horny and fuck

I Put A Spell On You (SMUT)

Dark!Elain x reader

A/n: I love this idea so much. I think of dark!Elain just picking up hobbies as she embraces her dark side. So I see this as a continuation of my headcanon where I talked about her gardening and her poison plants

Warnings: witchcraft, pentagram (if you’re uncomfortable with that), fingering, elain giving head

Living with and being Elain’s had been like a dream come true. She fascinated you to no end. And gods you are so in love with her. Not a day goes by where you aren’t consumed by her beauty.

Sitting in the study, enjoying your book, you felt a chilling breeze run across your neck. Perking up in your chair you look around the room wondering where it could’ve possibly come from. No windows were open, just the double doors.

Marking your place you quickly make your way out of the study, following the new cold in the hallway. Making your way towards Elain’s work room the temperature drops significantly. Placing your hand on the golden door knob you quickly draw it back, hissing slightly from the freezing feeling. You rub your hands together to get some warmth back. It was like all the heat had been taken from your fingers.

You knock, wanting Elain to open the door for you instead. At the second knock the door slowly creaks open to reveal Elain on the floor surrounded by candles and a star painted in white on the floor. Bundles of dried flowers resting on the work bench. Crystals glittering in the moonlight beside them.

As your gaze swept the room you found that no windows were open. You tilted your head curiously. Where could the wind be coming from?

Elain places her book down on the center of the star. Standing in front of you she takes your hands in her freezing ones. You let out a small gasp, “Elain! Your hands.” She shushes you softly. “It’s alright, my sweet lily. Nothing to concern yourself with.” She says gently, resting her forehead against yours. Nuzzling your noses together earning a small smile from you.

You give her doe eyes as you ask, “What are you up to? I felt it all the way in the study.” Elain gives you a wicked smile. She pulls you into the room, sitting you down in her previous spot. “A new hobby. You want to see what I’m working on?” She asks, sitting behind you. You let out a small mhm nodding your head.

Elain reaches for the book, holding it up so you can both read the page. “I’ve been studying witchcraft lately and wanted to try some basic spells. This,” she gestures to the floor, “is supposed to help with protection, empowerment and so much more.”

“What spells have you done so far?” You ask with an air of wonder. Elain lets out a small laugh as she pushes her face into your neck, peppering kisses down to your shoulder. “Just some statements of intent and casting.” You turn your face to rest your forehead against hers. You smirk at her. “Any love spells?” You tease, raising your eyebrows at her.

Elain smirks back at you, “Maybe.” She drawls. “Want to find out?” You wrap your legs around Elain’s waist, clinging to her as she pivots you off the star. Laying you down on the hardwood floor Elain kisses down your body. She pushes the skirt of your dress up, pulling your thighs apart.

She kisses and nips her way up to your covered pussy. Elain brings her hand up to the wet spot forming on your panties. You moan at the contact, needing more than her unusual light touches. Your moans keep Elain going as she rubs your clit agonizingly slow. You buck your hips against her hand. “More, more please. I need more Elain.”

Elain brings her mouth to yours in a passionate kiss. Conveying her love and want for you. You bring your hands to cup her cheeks, slipping your fingers into her long brown locks. She moans into your mouth, pulling away from you panting heavily. “Fuck,” she breathes out.

Without wasting anymore time Elain rips off your panties throwing them to the side. Rubbing your thighs Elain leaves feather light kisses on your pussy. Pressing her skilled tongue against your folds, licking up to your clit. Sucking and nipping at your clit has you writhing beneath Elain.

You grab at one of her hands. Squeezing her fingers and moaning. Taking advantage of the moment Elain places two of her fingers on your tongue. “Suck.” She commands. You greedily suck on the digits, grasping her wrist so she wouldn’t take them away too soon.

When she pulls them away her fingers immediately find home inside your warm walls. Curling and hitting all the right spots, making you see stars. Your back arches off the floor as you moan out Elain’s name. “That’s it my lily. Come for me.” At the vibration of her words against you, you come undone around her.

As you relax into the cold hardwood Elain’s face appears above you. That wicked smile back on her lips. “Do you have more in you?” You nod vigorously. Whining for her body on yours. You pull Elain into a desperate kiss. All tongue and teeth, clashing for dominance knowing you’d give it up to her.

Hours later you’re passed out in Elain’s arms as she carries you to bed. Placing you under the covers she traces your face. Pushing your hair away from your face. Climbing under the covers next to you Elain places a soft kiss to your forehead. “I love you so much, my sweet lily. My sweet poison.”

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[lostfirefly]

Life Must Have It's Mysteries (Ch.6)

This is my gift to the world for International Women's Day :) The world didn't ask me to, but I don't care :) Pain continues leading me to art :)

English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :) Masterlist is here.

Description: Buggy and Catherine continue searching for parts of the scepter.

Warnings: Fun, fluff, adventure, Buggy's inappropriate jokes, swearing (as always). Shitty shit again:)

Words: 5728 (sorry, this chapter is long again)

Buggy x OC from my “You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me” series.

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots, @hey-august, @rorywritesjunk, @yujo-nishimura (I hope you still like it!)

The title is taken from “Life Must Have It's Mysteries” by Hans Zimmer (OST Inferno).

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

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“Jesus Christ, Buggy, fuck off.” Catherine ran out of the bath, holding a towel in her hands and pulling on her underwear. 

“Why are you angry? It was so-o-o good, baby! I'm glad your Buggy Bear can make you moan his name out loud. Geez, it's like music to my ears!” He followed her out, smiling happily.

“Screw you!” She threw the towel at him. “Hate you! Do you even know how to control yourself?” She stood next to the bed and put on a fresh t-shirt and sweatpants. 

“Of course I know, I'm not an animal. Don’t be mad and come to me.” Buggy separated his hands, grabbed Catherine with them, and pulled her towards him. 

“Fuck you and your chop chop shit! Let me go!!” She tried to pry his hands off. 

“Nope.” He hugged her from behind. 

“What you did to me is unforgivable.” She was blushing. 

“Calm down, cotton candy, no one heard us.” He kissed her temple. 

“Actually, I heard you!” A male voice came from behind the wall. 

“Oh, my god!” Catherine covered her face with her hands. 

“Sorry! But that was hot! I was hap..” The voice wanted to continue the conversation. 

“Shut up, or I'll cut your throat!” Buggy barked at the man. “Do you want me to go and kill him, my little pie?” He whispered quietly in her ear and buried his face in her hair.

“No-o! Let him live.” Catherine removed her hands from her face, placed them on his hands and started chortling.

“What's so funny?” 

“God, I never thought I'd start a relationship with a clown with whom I'd have hot sex in a shower in a motel in the middle of the desert. And there will be a man lying in the next room who'd hear how you are fucking me.” She shook with laughter. “My mom and sister would be shocked. How did their little decent Catherine come to this?” 

“I don’t even know if I should be offended now or not. I’ll never ever force you to do anything against your will.” She heard the sadness in his voice. He was clearly upset.

“Oh, come on, my silly clown.” Catherine turned to Buggy, wrapped her arm around his neck, and ran her other hand through his loose wet hair. “I know that. Don't worry about it, okay?” 

“I’ll never hurt you.” Buggy looked at her with a frightened stare.

“I know!” Catherine stroked his chest. 

“So, you're not angry at me, right? Because I…”

“Shush!” She put her finger to his lips. “Everything is fine. But do me a favor.”

“Anything you want, Cathie-pie.” Buggy took her hand and kissed it. 

“Please get dressed. You've been naked since the moment you ran out of the bath after me, and our curtains are open.” She pointed with her gaze to the window behind which stood a family with a small child with their jaws dropped.

Catherine turned to the window and went to close the curtains, not knowing whether to be ashamed of the whole situation or proud. 

She smiled, waved to the people outside, closed the curtains and turned to Buggy, who was sitting on the bed. “My blue-haired love, please. Underpants. I see your... well…Buggy Balls.” She flushed. 

He detached his hand, grabbed Catherine's wrist and pulled her sharply towards him, sitting her on his lap. “So? We can do something more interesting while I'm like this.” Buggy hugged her, clucked his tongue and smashed his lips into hers. His kiss was a little sloppy at first, but became deeper. 

Catherine instantly cupped his face and pressed herself against him. She began to moan through the kiss, feeling his hand slide up her thigh.

“No, no!” She struggled but broke the kiss. “Get away from me, fucking clown!” Catherine slapped his hands. “That’s it. I'm getting up now and gonna make us breakfast. You get dressed and come to me, okay?”

Buggy pouted and sighed heavily. “Okay.”

Catherine smiled and pecked him on his nose. “I love you.”

She got up from his lap and quickly ran to the kitchen. She made his favorite breakfast and brewed coffee.

“Are you coming? Everything's ready.” Catherine was putting the plates on the table when Buggy came to the table and plopped into a chair. 

“You know, when I told you to get dressed, I didn't mean to go out in just a pair of very short underpants. You could at least wear boxers, otherwise you look like a stripper.” She poured him coffee, put it on the table and kissed him on the cheek. 

“You like what you see, don't you?” He smiled slyly. 

“Oh my god.” Catherine rolled her eyes. “Eat up. Your favorite fried eggs with lots of bacon and five sausages.” 

Buggy happily stuck his fork into the sausage and took a big bite. “Yummy! Thank you!” He mumbled with his mouth full. 

“Buggy, chew first, then talk. We've discussed this more than once.” 

Catherine checked the drawers in the kitchen. “Sugar. There's no sugar in here. Oh, wait, I grabbed some at the diner. Otherwise, I will be visited by a whining Buggy who will begin suffering because he cannot drink coffee without sugar. And then I’ll definitely kill you.” 

Catherine went to her bag and pulled out a couple of packets. “I think we'll eat and cont-- Why are you wearing just one sock?” She looked at him, pointing her fingers at his feet. 

Buggy shrugged and bit the sausage. “I couldn't find the other one.”

“Jesus Christ! If you couldn't find the second one, take the pair that has two socks. I can't believe it, Buggy. You drove me crazy today.” 

“Just today? I thought I could do this almost every night. And twice this morning. If you know what I mean.” He chuckled idiotically and started imitating her voice. “Hate you, Buggy, Oh, fuck me, Buggy. Please, Buggy, don't stop, yes, more. Geez, I love hearing that.” He took a bite of the sausage.

“Shut up! You're pissing me off!!” She hit him on the head, threw the sugar packets on the table, and went back to the bags. “Honestly, you're like a big baby sometimes. Although why sometimes. You're always like a big baby.” Catherine found a clean pair of socks in her bag and walked back to him. “How did you even live before me? I wouldn't be surprised if, before you met me, you could have been lying drunk in an alley somewhere.”

Buggy looked at her, chewing the bacon, and smiled strangely. 

“Oh, my God! You were lying drunk in an alley somewhere?” She threw socks at him. 

“So what?” He asked, stuffing three pieces of bacon into his mouth.

“So what? Well, I don’t know. You could have been hurt. You could have been beaten or robbed.”

“Meh..”

Catherine poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down on the chair. She sipped her coffee, watched Buggy happily spooning bacon onto a sausage, and started laughing. 

“What are you laughing at?” He asked, dipping the sausage in the yolk. 

“God, I went to a good university. My parents would be shocked at who their daughter fell in love with.” Catherine brought the mug up to her nose and squinted her eyes. 

Buggy raised one eyebrow in the silent question. 

She giggled. “Eat your breakfast, idiot!” 

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“I'm telling you, you read the map wrong!”

“Stop grumbling, Buggy! I couldn't read it wrong. See, in the copies it was written to go on the Long Ring Long Land highway. Shit. Another stupid name.” Catherine mumbled. 

They were standing in the middle of a part of the desert that was covered with few plants. The place seemed lifeless. 

“I'm telling you, we're lost!” 

“Jesus, will you stop whining?” She lightly punched the navigator in the car a few times. “The damn thing sometimes malfunctions from the heat.”

“We're standing in the middle of nowhere, and we don't know where to go.” Buggy picked up a bottle of water and took a small sip. 

“Don’t be nervous.” Catherine put her hand on his wrist and gently ran her fingers over it. He immediately fell silent. “Hm. I think I've found my way to calm you down.” She said quietly.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing.” She ran her hand over his ponytail. “Oh, look! There's some kind of caravan out there. Wait a second!” Catherine got out of the car and ran forward.

“Catherine, wait!” Buggy quickly looked out the side window and slapped his hands on the steering wheel. “Fuck!” And quickly went after her. 

Catherine ran across the sand towards the caravan. It was a big group of people, some of whom were sitting on camels, some of them walked on the ground, carrying the bags. Almost all were wrapped in clothes of fine rose-colored silk.

“Sir, sir!” Catherine ran up to the man sitting on the first camel. “Excuse me!” 

The man made a motion with his hand and the caravan stopped. He jumped off the camel and approached Catherine.

“What can I do for you?” The man asked with a low voice.

“Another one without a t-shirt.” She thought in her head. 

It was a very tall, light blond-haired, very lean and muscular man with tan skin. He was dressed in a green belt, and orange pants with white stripes, his light pink feather coat and wore thin white sunglasses with red lenses. He walked with an odd, bow-legged waddle. 

Catherine looked at him, blinking rapidly, and all she could say was, “Aren't you hot in your pink coat?” 

“Did you stop me asking that question?” Asked the man. Catherine looked at him more closely.

“What? Oh, no! I'm sorry! Would you mind...” Catherine felt Buggy's hand on her arm.

“I've told you a million times not to do that!” He hissed through gritted teeth and glared at the man in the pink coat. Buggy instinctively pulled Catherine a little closer to him. 

She pulled her hand from his arm and took two steps forward, walking over to the man in the fur coat, and showed him the notebook. “Look, we’re looking for this place.” Catherine pointed her finger somewhere on the sheet. “We were on the right road, but either we got lost or something else.” 

“Why would such a beautiful girl go to those godforsaken lands?” The man asked. “I'm Doflamingo, by the way.” 

“Your parents were cruel to name you that.” She shook her head. “Never mind. We're just tourists from Loguetown. My boyfriend and I came to Egypt to see the ancient beauties. So here we are, traveling back and forth, seeing all sorts of ancient stuff.” 

Catherine noticed Doflamingo shift his gaze to the clown as soon as she said the word “boyfriend”. 

“Weird.” He took two steps toward Catherine, stood behind her back, and put his finger in his notebook, slinging his arm over her shoulder. “You see this road right here.” 

“Uh-huh.” She took a small step forward. 

“So he can go that way.” He whispered in her ear, glancing at the clown. “And you, you can join my caravan.” 

Catherine turned her head and looked at him questioningly. Doflamingo winked at her.

“Why do men in Egypt talk to me like that?” She threw his arm off of her. “Listen, DogDingo or whatever your name is.”

“Doflamingo, actually.”

“Whatever. I can break your back if you don’t tell me where to go.” Catherine looked at him angrily.

“Okay. This is where you need to go. Now you're going to take this road right here.” He put his elbow on her shoulder and pointed in the direction with his finger. You'll see a foxy-shaped cactus and turn right. Drive about another hour or so, and you'll get to the right place.”

Catherine slammed the notebook shut, threw Doflamingo's arm off again, and replied “thank you” sharply. 

She took two steps towards Buggy, who was already getting redder than his nose from either heat or anger, took his hand and ran her fingers over his palm. 

“My little bear, get me away from this strange man.” Buggy hugged her around her shoulder and led Catherine toward the car. She got in, took another easy swipe at the navigator and punched in the coordinates from her notepad. 

Buggy was silent the whole way and clearly not in the mood as Catherine stroked his back.

“You know, when that man said fox-shaped cactus, I didn't think it would be a man-shaped cactus with his hair split into two spikes. There's even a sign here. Foxy City - 500 kilometers from here.” Catherine staring at the plant with interest. 

“Yeah. For all I know, he organized his community and now lives somewhere in the desert.” Buggy replied rather dryly, stepping closer to her. 

“Are you alright? You've been so quiet the whole way. And that's very unusual for my clown.” She ran her hand over his arm. 

“What? Yeah. I'm fine.” 

Catherine walked over to him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and rested her head on his chest. 

“What are you doing?” He asked surprised. 

“I love you and want to give you a hug. I thought you seemed upset after seeing that flamingo-man.” 

“I'm not upset. Big deal that every man on our journey considers it a right to flirt with you.” Buggy placed his hands on her back. 

“Hah, I knew you were jealous!” She squeezed him in her arms.

“I’m not! Better tell me where do we go from here?”

Catherine, without removing her head from his chest, simply pointed her finger in the right direction.

They walked along the very light and very faintly saturated reddish-yellow colored sand for about half an hour. Catherine kept looking at her notepad, orienting herself to the notes on the coordinates, while Buggy was silent the entire time. Catherine looked ahead, then at her notes, then ahead again. 

“Oh my God! Fuck me!! It can’t be!” She started squealing, kicking her legs and threw herself at Buggy with a hug. 

“Geez! What’s wrong, cotton candy?” He stopped pouting and laughed. 

“Do you know what a pyramid is?!” She waved him from side to side and pointed a finger in its direction. 

“I have no idea!”  

Catherine flopped to the ground and grabbed her head. She looked at a smooth-sided pyramid made of limestone. She lay down on the ground and started kicking her legs again. Catherine rolled from her back to her buttocks and looked at Buggy. She smiled broadly, joyfully clenched her hands into fists and jumped up to him with a squeal again. 

“Love.” Smack. “Love.” Smack. Smack. “Love, love, love you.” Smack. Smack. Smack. 

“I’m certainly delighted by your reaction, but maybe you can enlighten me?” Buggy flicked her on the nose. 

“Ouch!” She scratched her nose. “This’s Nefer Asut Unas. The pyramid of Unas!” 

“First of all, I didn't understand the first three words. And U.. Who?”

“The pyramid of Unas, he’s the last ruler of the Fifth Dynasty. All walls in this pyramid are covered with texts. These texts are prayers, spells, and incantations to help the deceased king ascend to his place among the gods in the sky and to resurrect. They are considered to be one of the oldest religious texts in the history of Ancient Egypt.” 

“Cathie-pie, I love it when you share your knowledge, but seriously, I didn’t understand half of what you said. So. This’s… This's... What?” 

“This’s the ancient necropolis. Let me see my notes. Not this one, not this one. No, no, no.” Catherine ran her fingers over the sheets and felt Buggy rest his chin on her shoulder. She reached out and scratched his head with her fingers. “Here! Look. The entrance to the pyramid is located on its north side, and from there, a descending passage leads to a series of chambers and passages. We need to find this room.” She pointed her finger at the drawing. “This’s our goal on the southern side. The largest chamber is the burial chamber, where the pharaoh's sarcophagus is placed. So I suggest not to lose time. We pack our things and set out on a search.” 

While Catherine was checking the flashlights, she looked at Buggy, who was changing his t-shirt. She glanced at his naked torso and blue hair on his chest. 

“I hate you.”

Buggy looked at her in confusion. “This is your fourth “I hate you” in the last two hours, Cathie-pie. Could you please tell me what did I do?”

“Screw you!” She wrinkled her nose, took extra batteries and a hatchet with her, just in case. 

They approached the main entrance to the complex. The whole complex was made of the main pyramid, a valley temple, a mortuary temple, a causeway, and the main pyramid which are all enclosed by a perimeter wall. They got to the entrance to the pyramid. Catherine examined the wall and stairs. Some of the casing on the lowest steps of it has remained intact.

“Now where do we go?” Asked Buggy, flopping down on the sand.

“Okay, look. Firstly, we have to be careful again. This pyramid is also on the tourist route. It's not as popular as the others, of course. But there are some people hanging around there.” Catherine glanced at a small group of tourists. She shifted her gaze to Buggy, put her hand to his face, and pulled a bottle of water out of her bag. “Here, you need some water.” 

He looked at her with confusion, but took the bottle from her hands and took a sip. “Thanks.”

She put the bottle back down, ruffled his hair and pulled out the map again. “Now there will be some kind of corridor, and then we'll enter a spacious hallway that we'll follow to the tomb we need.”

He picked up the ground, took the flashlight from her, and shined it down the path. “Well, this looks good. Let’s go?” 

They looked at another group of tourists at the same time and walked into the entrance. Descending an easy passage that drops about five meters, they entered a narrow horizontal tunnel that was well-illuminated, leading to the main hall.

“So beautiful!” Catherine could barely contain her squeals as they entered the central hall. “Some of the best hieroglyphs I've seen. Look! They’re very clear and some still have a bit of color.” She approached one of the walls and slightly ran her fingers over the drawings. 

Buggy walked up to her, put his hand on her back and looked carefully at her satisfied face.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Catherine noticed him staring at her.

“Me? I'm not looking.” He cleared his throat. “So. Where do we go next?”

“Oh, yes. We're straight ahead and to the east and then to the west.”

“Then let's go. If those people from the street follow us, it will be difficult for us to find anything.”

They walked through the long horizontal passage following a level path to the antechamber, which was guarded by three granite slab portcullises in succession. The passage ended at a room located under the center axis of the pyramid. All the walls and the ceiling were covered with hieroglyphs, drawings and various signs.

“Amazing!!” Catherine whispered, moving her flashlight along the walls. “Okay! Now to the east. Wow! Buggy! You see those letters?” She pointed with her hand at the wall.

“Yeah.”

“These are ancient texts which are said to mark the beginning of the afterlife.” Catherine didn’t notice how she took Buggy's hand. “Wow! It’s like a voyage through time, right? You know, my dad and I once dreamed of going to Egypt and seeing the pyramids. He would have loved it.” She felt Buggy stroke her arm with his fingers. “I'm sorry, a little flashback came over me.”

“Hey! Don't be sorry, my cotton candy.” Buggy hugged Catherine’s shoulders and kissed the top of her head. 

“I wish he could... “ She felt how Buggy hugged her tightly. “You know. Nevermind. We’re losing our time. Let's go.” Catherine dragged Buggy to the next room. 

They turned in the right direction to the east and saw a small room with 3 recesses.

“This’s the antechamber! Now to the west!” 

They turned to the west and reached the Burial chamber. The ceiling of the room was painted with golden stars in a dark blue sky. The decoration in every spare inch of the part of the walls consisted of vertical columns of meticulously carved hieroglyphs painted in blue. The saw basalt sarcophagus, surrounded by white alabaster walls.

“What’s this?” Buggy asked, shining his flashlight at the ceiling, which had starfish and hieroglyphics painted on it.

“Oh! These drawings represent Unas aspiring to become a star in order to ascend to the heavens. “We are now in the land of Osiris, the first resurrected king, where Unas was expected to spend time before he could go up to the sky.” 

“Where are we?” Buggy rounded his eyes. “It seems to me that we encountered this in the past... that one.. Okiris.”

“He’s Osiris, Buggy. Osiris and Anubis are the central characters of Egyptian mythology. No wonder they are everywhere. ”

She ran the flashlight along the wall and carefully traced the hieroglyphs with her hands. She started reading quietly. 

“Wow. Listen.

May you cross the sky united in dark. May you rise in light land, the place in which you shine. Set, Nephthys, go proclaim to Upper Egypt's gods and their spirits. This Unas comes, a spirit indestructible. If he wishes you to die, you will die. If he wishes you to live, you will live.

And these writings on the walls are a kind of Book of the Dead.” 

“And these things are probably expensive. Let’s take one?”

Catherine heard Buggy’s voice and shifted her gaze at him. She saw the canopic chest standing in the wall and Buggy, who had almost taken one of the figurines in his hands.

“Don't touch! How did you... How did you find them?” 

“I don't know. I just did what you usually do. Slid my hand along the wall and the thing opened. Cool stuff, yeah? Let's take it?” Buggy pointed to the vessels with his eyes and extended his hand. 

“I said no!” She slapped his hands. “I already told you, don’t touch anything!”

“But why?”

“Do you know who it is?” Catherine pointed her finger at the four vessels.

“I don't know.” Buggy shrugged. “A dog, a baboon, a bird, and a guy with hair.” He pointed the flashlight at each thing.

“It's not the dog, the baboon, the bird, and the guy. It's the four sons of Horus. They assist the king in his ascent to heaven with the help of ladders. I told you about Horus, remember?” 

“If you were naked then..” Buggy got lost in thoughts. “Then no.”

“No, idiot!! When we were on our first adventure.”

“No, either. Then I imagined you naked.” He giggled idiotically. 

“Oh god!” Catherine rolled her eyes. 

“So why can't I take them? Are you afraid that these nice guys can somehow harm me?” He stared at the vessels, hoping that Catherine would allow him to take one.

“I don't want to check, to be honest. We're in foreign territory. And we don't need to steal things from the Egyptian pyramids. God knows what curses are on them.”

“You're too late for curses, cotton candy. We stole part of the scepter from the last pyramid.” Buggy ran the flashlight over the heads of the creatures and squinted one eye.

“Stealing a scepter from the wall or a thing that's meant to hold the entrails is different. Please, Buggy, don't touch it.” She glanced at him with sad eyes.

He scowled, looking at her worried face, sighed sadly and stepped aside. Catherine approached the sarcophagus and began to examine it. 

“You know, Cathie-pie, I wouldn't have gotten this far without you and your knowledge of all Egyptian things.” He said, scratching his head.

“What? What happened to you? You've been acting strange these last few days. You look at me all the time and say nice things.”

“I always say nice things to you! Just.. I don't know. Sometimes I think what would I do without you?” Buggy said quietly. 

“Oh, you'd probably be drinking beer, sitting in bars or on the couch, and taking girls home to do to them what you're doing to me, little pervert.” Catherine let out a little blush and felt him come closer.

“Oh, believe me, I've never done that to anyone.” He chuckled, rested his chin on her shoulder and pinched her ass. 

“I hate you! Don't you dare grab my ass in front of dead pharaohs.”

“You just called me a pervert in front of that pharaoh.” Buggy squeezed her buttocks. 

“You like pissing me off, right?” Catherine narrowed her eyes and glanced at him.

“Ugh, my cotton candy gets angry, and we have sexual tension right next to the dead dude lying in the sarcophagus. How did you come to this, baby?” He wrapped his hands around her waist. 

���You're disg.. Hush!” Catherine covered his mouth with her hand. “There's someone walking around out there.” She carefully removed her hand. 

“Maybe it's a mummy that's risen and come to take you with it?” Buggy pinched her side slightly. 

“Are you an idiot? No. It's probably those people we saw outside. Hell, why did everyone go to Egypt?” Catherine rolled her eyes and slapped his hands. “Get your clingy arms off!” 

They heard voices and footsteps begin to move away. 

“Okay, we need to find the clues and get out of here.” Catherine started snapping her fingers. “The clues. The clues.”

She sat down on her knees and scrutinized the walls. “I don't understand. I don't get it. What's the connection?” 

“Maybe it has something to do with that man in the coffin?” Buggy asked, pointing the flashlights at the sarcophagus. “You said we're in the realm of this one. What's-his-name...” 

“Osiris!” Catherine ran her fingers over her temple. “That's right! You're right!” She huffed and raised her hands above her. 

“I'm right?!” There was surprise on his face. 

“Yes! If we're in the realm of Osiris, and there's something like the book of the dead on the wall, do you know where we are?” Catherine stared with a pleased face. 

“Are you expecting an answer from me?” Buggy bulged his eyes. 

“We're on trial!” 

“Yeah, that made it clearer.” He answered sarcastically. 

“Shh, clown! Look for scales or a drawing of scales. Something like that.” Catherine started running from wall to wall. 

“I didn't get anything, but okay.” Buggy started shining the flashlight on the wall. “Cotton candy, isn't that it?” He looked at the drawing behind the sarcophagus. 

“Where? Where?” Catherine ran up to the sarcophagus and pushed Buggy away. 

“For God's sake, woman!” 

“Yes!! You're doing great!” She ran to him and pecked him on the cheek. “It is the Judgment of Osiris!” 

“What?” 

“Oh my god, Buggy! It's one of the most famous myths! The soul would embark on a dangerous journey through the afterlife to reach paradise. Once the journey through the underworld is complete, the deceased reach the Hall of Final Judgment. Do you know what the most important trial was according to Egyptian mythology? The Judgment of Osiris. Let me check.” Catherine climbed onto the sarcophagus. 

“Cotton candy, what are you doing? You're trampling on a dead man.”

“Look! There’s a door behind the sarcophagus under the drawing with scales. Come here. Help me.” Catherine called Buggy with her hand.

He walked up to her and stood between the sarcophagus and the massive stone door.

“Try to move it!” She lightly spanked his back.

“Fuck, calm down, woman!” Buggy put his hand on the door and tried to move it. “Shit! It's heavy!” 

“Quiet!” Catherine gently slapped his hands. “Do you hear that? Someone's coming.”

Buggy plopped down behind the sarcophagus and pulled Catherine's hand. She collapsed onto him and sat right on his lap, so that his legs were between hers.

“I should mention that I like the position you're sitting in, cotton candy.” He winked at her and growled slightly.

“Holy Gosh!!” Catherine looked out from behind the sarcophagus. “Quiet. They’re close!”

A small group of tourists entered the room. 

Catherine peeked out from behind the sarcophagus and hid again. She pressed her face to Buggy's face.

“Ooh, too much, Cathie-pie, you're so sexy right now.” Buggy whispered and reached his hand towards her ass.

“You're nuts?” She grabbed his hand and covered his month with her other hand. “Quiet!” 

They heard the group walking around the hall and after a while the sounds of footsteps began to drift away.

Catherine looked out and saw an empty room. “Finally! They’re gone.”

She stood up from Buggy and helped him up. “Let’s try to open this door.”

Buggy tried again to move the door. “It doesn’t work out. Fuck!” 

“Wait! You see? The drawing! The scarab on the wall!” Catherine pressed her hands on the drawing. “Oh! I know! I know! We need to open the sarcophagus.” Catherine whispered and started hitting Buggy's hand. 

“Excuse me?” He stared at her.

“There should be a decoration in the shape of a scarab inside. According to myth, the scarab came out of the eyes of Osiris, and was also a kind of guide to the afterlife. Help me!” Catherine slapped her hand over the sarcophagus.

“I’m really sorry. Weren't you the one who told me not to take any weird stuff?” Buggy indignantly whispered.

“Don't be a baby! Do you want the second part of the scepter or not? Help me!” 

“Fine! Geez!” 

They leaned on the lid of the sarcophagus and tried to push it aside. Catherine remembered about the hatchet in her bag. She took it out and gave it to Buggy. He struck the hatchet several times between the lid and the base of the sarcophagus, and they managed to open it.

“Shit. There are the remains of mummies and bandages!” Catherine squealed. “Where is the scarab? Where are you... There it is! Buggy! Under his hand. More precisely, what is left of it. Get it, please.”

Buggy reached into the sarcophagus and suddenly fell into it.

“Oh my god! Are you okay?!” Catherine whispered with worry in her voice.

“Yeah. Shit, this thing stinks. Is that what you asked for?” He showed the scarab in his hand.

“Yeah!” She squealed. “Wait. Why didn't you use your chop chop thing?” 

Buggy looked at her, not knowing what to answer.

“Idiot and hero! But you smell like mummy now.” Catherine quickly kissed him on the cheek and helped him out. “Oh my God, I'm robbing graves.” She shook her head.

“You’ll have mental suffering later. What's next?” Buggy dusted his hands off.

Catherine placed the scarab on the drawing and quickly took out her notebook. “Okay. Now you just have to swipe it right three times and left four times and then press it.”

Buggy put his hands on the scarab and, at Catherine's command, rotated it in the right directions.

“And now what?” He asked at glanced at her.

The scarab's wings glowed a light turquoise color, and a narrow passage opened into a small corridor.

“Baby, if we find the second part of the scepter there now, I will buy the most expensive bottle of wine for you today.” Buggy rubbed his hands.

They entered the corridor and looked around.

“Look!!” She pointed to the drawing. “This is an allusion to the scales of Osiris. The transition to another world consisted of two parts. During the first part was when the soul stood between 42 judges. Here they are!” She patted Buggy on the shoulder and pointed to the drawings. “The second part was weighing the heart. Here is the drawing!” Catherine started jumping and kicking her legs. “The heart was weighed against the feather. If the heart was found to be heavier than the feather, it was fed to Ammut, a beast associated with the time of judgment. If the scales were balanced, the deceased had passed the test and was taken before Osiris, who welcomed them into the afterlife.” 

“Cathie-pie, I love your lectures about Ancient Egypt, but how will this help us find the scepter?”

“Look! There are stones in the shape of a feather and a heart. And here is something similar to a scale. Buggy! I need your help again. Take the heart-shaped stone and put it on the left bowl, and the feather-shaped stone on the right.” 

Buggy took the stones and put them where Catherine pointed.

“So, what is next?” He looked at her questioningly. 

“I don’t know.. Oh, wait, there’s an inscription here! Wait… King.. Die.. Setting sun. Wait! Listen!

The king did not die,  He became the one who rises like the morning sun on the horizon.  He rests from life like the setting sun in the west, but he will rise again in the east.  O, king, you did not leave dead, you left alive!  Did you say he would die? No, he won't die.  This king lives forever. He escaped the day of his death.  O, high among the eternal stars! You will never die.”

As soon as Catherine finished reading the poem, the scales tipped towards the heart-shaped stone.

“Fuck!” Catherine sat down on the floor and buried her face in her knees. 

“What happened?” Buggy asked with incomprehension in his voice.

“I don't know. If it's like a myth, I think...” Catherine mumbled in her knees. 

“Um, cotton candy. Look!” Buggy lightly tapped her head with his finger. “Is it supposed to happen like this?”

Catherine raised her head. They saw the scales swung in the opposite direction and the heart appeared on the same level with the feather.

“It can't be! If this is all for real this means that Unis's soul had passed the test!” Catherine grabbed her head.

At that moment, the stones in the wall moved. Catherine jumped up and ran towards them. She reached into the opened space.

“Fuck, you see that?” She felt Buggy looking over her shoulder.

“Cotton candy, I think, we're having a party tonight!”

#one piece #buggy the clown #buggy x oc #oc fanfiction #oc character #buggy the clown x oc #buggy live action #one piece live action #buggy one piece #opla buggy the clown #buggy fanfiction #buggy fic #buggy x catherine #opla buggy the clown x reader #buggy the clown x reader #opla buggy the clown x you #buggy x female reader #buggy the clown x you #opla buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy x reader #one piece au

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Mental Hospital AU! Yandere! Attack on Titan x Female Reader

Chapter 14- Lunch Duty

Watching the patients walk in, Sasha looked at Y/N who only looked at her fingers, uninterested.

”Y/N tell me which one are yours!!” Sasha said shaking her arm.

”Fine fine.” Y/N said as Sasha held onto her arm. “That brunette guy is Eren, the blonde guy next him is Armin. They are apparently friends.”

”You sure?” Sasha asked.

”Do you want me to tell you?” Y/N asked.

”Oka okay fine.” Sasha said.

“The bald guy is Connie, then that next to him is Jean, the tall muscular one is Reiner and the other tall guy is Bertolt.” Y/N said.

“You got a mixed group. Those guys over there are part of my Ward.” Sasha said directing her attention to a group in the corner.

”Babe! You looking real good today! Can’t wait to see you at night when I-“ Reiner shouted.

”S-Shush!” Y/N said flustered before walking away with Sasha to get water.

”You know Y/N?” Connie asked.

”Yep, she’s my lover at day and night.” Reiner flexed. “Bet you wish you met her too.”

”She’s my Doctor as well.” Connie bluntly said before eating his food.

”Same.” Jean said.

”It’s the same with us.” Armin said for Eren.

”W-what?! You mean you guys get to see her too?!” Reiner exclaimed, turning his head to a flustered Bertolt. “You too!?” 

“Uh well uhm.” Bertolt stuttered.

The boys ate in pure silence until Connie spoke up to say something that would cause chaos.

”Her hands are really soft..” Connie muttered.

”How would you know?!” Jean exclaimed.

”If you must know, she let me lie down on her lap as she helped me calm down. I got to hug her as well!” Connie said smirking.

”Her hands a-are soft and quite s-small..” Bertolt whispered as he looked at his hands and smiled.

”You too?!” Eren asked.

”Jokes on all of you! I got to fall on her.” Jean said whilst crossing his arms.

”WHAT?!” Eren basically screamed.

”Yeah Eren! It was when I was trying to escape and she caught a hold of my foot making me fall with her.” Jean said, recalling the memory. “Also, why are you so well dressed?! I bet you did it to impress your girlfriend.”

”What no! I did it to impress Y/N- I mean uhm. Mikasa’s not my girlfriend!” Eren said.

”It seems as though we all like Y/N but we don’t have a good chance.” Armin said.

”What do you mean?” Connie asked.

”It’s because of Erw-“ Armin begun to say until he saw the double doors open widely to reveal Levi, still handcuffed, walking towards their table.

Y/N came back with Sasha just a few moments later, gaining all of their attention.

”Hey Y/N, how’s Aiden?” Sasha asked as she ate her snack.

”Oh Aiden is all right.” Y/N said smiling. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen him but he sent me a photo.”

”Aww that’s so cute!” Sasha said. “Let me see it!”

”All right, all right.” Y/N said whilst grabbing her phone out and showing a picture.

”He’s so cute!” Sasha said, receiving a small side nudge from Y/N.

Back at the table, the boys could only hear their conversation and grew confused.

”Who the fuck is Aiden?!” Jean whisper yelled.

”Oh my god, she has a boyfriend.” Connie said whilst holding his head.

“What no! She can’t have one, I’m clearly her only option! She and I make love every single night.” Reiner said unhappily.

”Reiner.. that’s just in your dreams.” Bertolt said, slightly disgusted.

”You all are filthy.” Levi said.

”Hey it’s just Reiner and his wet dreams!” Eren exclaimed.

”You say that like you don’t have them too, Eren!” Reiner replied.

“Reiner it’s just you who has these dreams though..” Bertolt said.

“Will you brats shut up!?” Levi asked angrily.

”No we won’t.” Eren said boldly.

”Everyone shush.” Armin said as they all saw Y/N waving awkwardly at two girls approaching her.

”Sorry we took so long!” Krista said before giving Y/N a side hug.

”Hey!” Jean yelled out, getting the girls’ and guys’ attention. “No touching!”

Ymir began to cackle as she fell to the ground and held her stomach as Krista backed up a bit and looked fully at the ground, colour draining out of her.

”Get up Ymir, the ground is filthy..” Krista said before looking back at Y/N. “What were you guys talking about?”

”Oh I was just showing Sasha a picture of Aiden.” Y/N said.

”That little brat? Isn’t he going to be eight soon?” Ymir said before getting up.

Realisation hit all of the boys heads. You weren’t even in a relationship despite your gorgeous features. 

“I really miss my little brother, he lives with my grandma and grandpa so I rarely see him too.” Y/N said,” Luckily he sent a picture with my old phone.”

”Hey Ymir, who are your patients?” Sasha asked as she munched on her snack.

“Those guys over there.” Ymir said showing the other three, a group of people.

”What’re there names?” Krista asked interestedly.

”The hair slicked back guy is Porco, the blonde dude is Zeke, brunette girl is Pieck and the younger blonde is Colt. Nothing too special but they are sly.” Ymir said uninterested.

”The kids in my ward are called Gabi, Falco, Zofia and Udo.” Krista said. “They’re practically the same height as me..”

”We should get going now.” Y/N said as they all exited the Cafeteria.

”So..” Eren began to say. “Seems like she’s single.”

”Can’t believe you all thought her brother was her boyfriend. Disgusting.” Levi spat out.

”If Levi doesn’t like her that just means one less competition for us all.” Jean said.

”Who said is didn’t?” Levi asked.

”So you do!?” Connie asked confused.

”Why should I tell you?” Levi muttered before eating his food. “Lay your filthy hands off her. She doesn’t need your filthy hands crawling all over her.”

Soon the bell rang and all patients were lined up and sent back to their cells.

#christa lenz #sasha braus #yandere aot #yandere aot x reader #yandere bertolt #yandere connie springer #yandere erwin #yandere erwin smith #yandere jean #yandere jean kirstein #yandere eren yeager #yandere eren #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere reiner #yandere shingeki no kyojin #yandere #yandere armin

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The Cruel Prince - Revelry

a/n; im not gonna lie and say this isn’t based on cardan greenbrair. swear to god you read one book and shit like this happens.

no I'm going back on it now, this is 100% about cardan. please someone give us more cardan content, I'm frothing at the mouth i tell you.

word count; 1594

warnings; asshole men, dom-ish reader, little slight bit of Jude/Reader, gaslight gatekeep girlboss, suggestive content, asshole reader, gn reader, pining obviously

It started with a revel, as nearly all things in Faerie start. The mood was high, there was wine being passed around like candy and small delicacies graced everyone's mouth. For people looking in it was the most magical sight to behold. The cries of blissed-out folk echoed around the hall, gems of all different colours glimmered like stars in the sky.

It was almost like a dream come true...

until I spotted the two non-folk's making their way to the dining table draped in rosemary and basil. An unsettled feeling rested in my stomach, wherever the two of them went trouble followed. I shook my head and tried to let my mind leave their presence but it wasn't quite working.

I was just like the rest of them, or at least I had been to those two. I was a folk, I was an asshole and I definitely didn't particularly care about them. That was until they reminded me of the birds at my parent's estate that would always get fed last as their legs were crippled.

Taryn and Jude were like those birds to me, weak and helpless and always last no matter what. So I decided one day to not glare at them so much, to not whisper under my breath or to entertain the Prince's circle when they tormented the girls.

"Y/n, it feels like it's been ages since we saw you." My head turned from my pondering towards the voice. In front of me, dressed in clothes as grand as the rest of us folk, were the two twins I was just thinking about.

If there was one thing about the two of them that was so suffocatingly unique it was the fact that they were twins, two nearly identical people.

"Having a good time?" I asked them, looking down at my chalice of wine, the green liquid stared right back as if asking me 'why are you still standoffish to them if you technically like them?'

"As good of a time as any." Jude, in her usual scowl, answered me as she took a bite of the green apple in her hands. I watched as the two of them passed the treat to the other, back and forth. At that moment it felt as if nothing could ever tear them apart. I hadn't had the chance to discover someone who made me feel the same way.

It made me a little jealous. Folk relationships were hardly ever like the love mortals had to give. A transaction was all that it was, hardly did anyone find someone who truly loved them. I would be no exception, especially as my family had their eyes set on the varying circles of the royal siblings. Doomed to be with someone viler, older or more dismissive. Such was life.

I heard the bird chatter coming from beside me, gossip that I likely had no interest in. Though I managed to shush them as the Prince and his friends drew closer.

The royal family was beloved, idolised and feared. Even so I knelt like everyone else and bowed my head in respect. In the background, I could hear the revelry continue onwards as they passed by.

Shined boots, encrusted gems, taut buckles.

"Hah, did you think you could blend in? So plain, baseless, a horrific sight really." I could also see what had to be Valerian's boots stopped in front of Jude. I just knew he was doing something unnecessary. Before much else could happen Jude's head was thrown and twisted to the side as my shoulder was roughly grabbed.

I jerked a little but came up without much hassle. Valerian's eyes bore into me as his face was spread with a grimace.

"And you, spending your time around such filth. Your parents wouldn't approve would they?" His words were harsh, his tone perhaps harsher but his tirade didn't last for much longer as Prince Cardan's voice cut through the tension between the two of us.

"Valarian, give in." We both looked over to him, myself taking in the glower that Prince Cardan had. His eyes seemed to put me under some sort of trance, one I pulled myself from quickly. Valarian dropped his hand from my shoulder and went to crowd behind him as the group continued to make their way through the other folk.

However, they stopped a few paces from us, right in front of a small moth boy who had not bowed to Cardan as he passed. I could see in frightening clarity as Cardan's jaw clenched, his hands as well. In a matter of moments, his fist was planted right in the middle of the boy's face. The much smaller boy went flying as Cardan's hand reached out once more.

My mouth pulled into a pained grimace as I watched Cardan tear the boy's wing in half, as if it were nothing but stray paper in the air. The boy ended up on the ground as Cardan's tense face briefly scanned the area around him. Our eyes met for a moment, his onyx ones to mine. They looked as if they were alight, the almost unnoticeable ring of gold around his pupil made it look as if they were.

Then he was gone, lost in the crowd of resuming partiers. I let out a breath of air, imagining that the boy's wings could've easily been mine if I had made a misstep. It was in the past though and if no one was going to comment on it more, which they wouldn't, then neither would I.

Jude's hand rested on the crook of my elbow, hesitantly but somehow strictly as if she was prepared for me to throw her off. I looked at her and noticed for the first time how soft her eyes looked under the light, was she worried or just unnerved?

"I think I'll get some air. You might not have to party too much but it's expected of me." And just like that a certain bitterness came over her. If this were any other situation maybe we might've gotten along better.

I left the two of them to their machinations as I waltzed and swung around the cluttered room. A few of my movements were shared with strangers as I gave in and let them wisp me into their dance ring but eventually I made it out into the clearer air.

The beginning chills of the night washed over me like a well-intentioned blanket, letting me breathe in something that wouldn't make me feel as if I were drifting in the skies. I let my eyes close as I tipped the last of my wine into my mouth, letting the tart taste sit on my tongue before I swallowed.

"Too much for you? I should've expected as much." My eyes opened belatedly as I realised who was in front of me. Cardan looked down, his face all sharp edges and darkened angles. I cocked my head in a small resemblance of a bow as I looked for somewhere to sit my chalice down.

"Not particularly my prince, I'm just making sure I can dance all night. As should be." I murmured, he hadn't particularly approached me often. He had no reason to. If he hated Jude and Taryn he only vaguely disliked me.

"Aren't you ever the boring one. Are you not ashamed that you're the weakest in our class besides those bumbling fools." There was a sneer on his face, though it did nothing to make me hate him any more. Cardan was... like poison. Bad for you but also somehow magnetic, just one sip would be enough to quell someone's thirst and yet they may as well be dead.

"It's not my intention." The conversation was going nowhere, in fact, I had no idea why he had even approached me at all. He was likely looking for a fight, to sink his fingers into someone weaker than him.

I tried to move past him, as long as I got back into the revelry I might be hidden from his nitpicking sight. However, he stopped me, grabbing my arms and drawing me right back to being in front of him. My hand feigned to drop the chalice but I managed to catch it just in time.

I was sure that confusion was spilled across my face now but it seemed to deter him no less. For a few moments we simply stood in the company of each other, his hands present and tight on my arms. I drew in a breath, my chest just barely brushing against his. As his eyes dipped down to rationalise the fleeting touch he had felt I brought my hand up to his cheek.

While he looked steely there was a softness to him. My fingers sunk into his skin deliciously, as if they were made to be there.

"I must excuse myself my prince. The night calls." I gave him a placating smile and tore myself from his grasp, finding my way into the fray of folk moving back and forth like a wave. For the rest of the night I was under the impression that I had left him behind.

Though as I left I could've sworn I had seen his feathered suit coat out of the corner of my eye.

#cardan greenbriar #cardan x reader #dom reader #the cruel prince #the folk of the air #drabble #gn reader

[archiveoftara]

Behind the scenes pt 3

A/n: As per request I came back with the final part. Hope you like it. It's a long chapter. I was going through a writer's block but your comments motivated me to write. Thank you so much for reading. Word count: 1,677

Tags: @superpositvecloudshipper and @superbfishhumanoidweasel

Part 2

Part 1

"That was a great shot. Amazing work everyone." 

Today is the last day of filming Lockwood and Co. As soon as the sound of the clapper stopped, people started to exchange farewells. Hugs and cries spread all over the set. A certain gentleman engulfs y/n into a giant hug

"I'm gonna miss you so much, y/n" Ali mumbled. 

"Aww I'm gonna miss you more. We can always meet up. I'm just a call away." Y/n teared up.

After a good moment, Ali pulled away, said "I'll be right back. Let me get my things from the trailer." Y/n nodded.

*​​​​​​​​Y/N'S POV*

Eight months of struggle. Eight months of blood, sweat and tears. Exactly, blood. It's a funny story actually. It was our first day of training. Me and Cameron were practising rapier moves on each other when Cam accidentally slashed my arm. Thank Goodness it wasn't anything major but boy, Cam was all over the place. 

-flashbacks-

"I'm so sorry y/n." Cameron panicked.

"I'm fine. It's just a tiny cut-"

"Shush. It's my responsibility to fix it. Please don't stop me." Cameron pleaded. I felt this weird sensation in my tummy.

..................................................

"I got you taco bell." Cameron exclaimed. 

"Aww Cam, you didn't have to." I pout. 

"Nay, you're not eating well these days." Cameron said while opening the packet.

"How..do you know?" I frowned

He gave a soft smile and whispered "I know everything."

-flashback ends-

Since that day, Cameron made sure he was present with me. He used to bring me lunch. He used to help me with difficult scenes. He used to wait for me, every single day, no matter how late I got off set. He made sure I reached the hotel safely. Whenever I was homesick he gave me a shoulder to cry on. He was always with me. Always.

"So this is it?" 

I looked up and found Cameron playing with the strings of his hoodie. 

"This is it." I timidly said.

"If you need anything, don't hesitate to call me." He held my hand. What is with this foreign sensation in my tummy?

"I'll see you soon." I gave him a tight hug. I bid goodbye and left. 

Three months later

*Y/N's POV*

I was running around my house, in a red dress which ended just above my knees. Looking for my earrings but I just can't seem to find them. Jesus! I'm getting late for the premiere party. 

"Are you looking for this?" 

I looked at mom holding a pair of diamond earrings. 

"You're a saviour maa." I took it from her.

"You're so clumsy, y/n. What will you do without me?" My mother exaggerated.

"I'm blind without you. Absolutely clueless, your highness." I hugged her. 

"I have to leave. I'll text you when I get there. Bye" I rushed to the venue. 

"Silly girl." Y/n's mother sighed.

Soon Y/n found herself in the flashing lights. Cameras clicking, reporters shouting.

"Y/n look here." 

"This way"

Where the hell is my manager?

Suddenly she felt a hand on her waist. She froze. She looked up and found her heart beating so fast that it might explode.

"Cam?" She mumbled. Cameron gave her his signature smile. She thought she will go blind. A deep shade of red spread all over her cheeks. 

Cameron said something to her but she couldn't hear him. He pointed to the cameras that's when she realised what he meant. 

"You're staring again." Cameron smirked.

"Huh. In your dreams." Y/n smirked back.

"You look beautiful." Cameron said.

She again felt that familiar sensation in her tummy.

What is wrong with me? Y/n thought to herself. 

The premiere was a success. It was time for the after party. The club was packed with influential people. Y/n was in the corner of the room, looking for her friends. 

"Here you are. I was looking for you everywhere." Ali pulled her to the bar.

 Y/n chuckled. She looked around the club and asked Ali "Have you seen Cam?"

"Oh my! Aren't you happy to see me?" Ali said in a dramatic gasp. Y/n playfully rolled her eyes when she spotted someone, the said man she was looking for. 

*Y/N's POV*

Cameron was looking dazzling under the lights. The way his eyes crinkle when he smiles. The way he pouts when he's engrossed into something. The way his eyes sparkle when he talks about films. The way he put his heart into each scene. Then the realisation hit me.

Oh god..I think I'm in love.  

"Do you want a drink?" Ali brought me back to earth. 

"Ha? No thanks. I'm not gonna drink tonight. Remember what happened last time I drank?" I chuckled. 

"How can I forget?" Ali laughed back.

Before Y/n could rejoice about her feelings towards Cameron she saw something which broke her heart into pieces. 

On the dance floor, Cameron dances with a girl her age. 

*Y/N's POV*

I excused myself and went to the washroom to calm myself down. It was a joke. All of it.. was just a joke for him. Look at him, so happy. Dancing his heart out. Having fun with someone else. He didn't even ask me once. Ask? He didn't even bother to talk to me the whole evening. So it was a lie? Whatever he said during filming. I guess he never liked me. 

But I won't be shedding tears for someone who betrayed me. I retouched my makeup and went straight to the bar. I got myself some shots. 

"What happened to your 'im not drinking tonight'?" Ali looked at me in concern.

"Fuck that plan. I'm gonna live tonight." I chugged my drink. I don't remember how many shots I had but I found myself on the dance floor. I can't control my limbs. They were moving to the rhythm of the music. 

You're officially coming with me. You got that ah ah ah~

This is my favourite song 

I want to drown in these feelings. Who cares about love? I got me. The music was getting louder. I seductively moved my body. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my hips. I looked at the person and asked "excuse me?" The man smirked. Before he could grab my hand Cameron stood in front of me. I can't make out much but I guess he was glaring at the pervert. I don't know. 

"Let's get out of here." Cameron pulled me.

"No. Let me go." I said.

He didn't answer and dragged me outside the club. He took me to the rooftop where no one was there. 

"What is wrong with you?" I let go of him and yelled.

"What's wrong with me? What is wrong with you? Do you even know what you were doing?" Cameron glared at me. 

"It's none of your concern." I glared back. 

He pulled me closer and looked down at me. 

"Don't test me." 

"Ha. Why do you care, Mr. Chapman?" I pulled my arm from him. He looked at me with a hurt expression.

"Why don't you just go back to your lovely lady and continue your marvellous dance. While, I go back to my pathetic life and DRINK MYSELF TO DEATH." 

'Y/n. Please listen to me." He whispered. 

I held up his face against mine.

"Listen to what? You clearly don't love me Cameron but I am falling in love with you and I don't know how to stop." I cried. Shit. Did I just confess?

"Then don't stop." 

"What?" I uttered.

"Oh my silly girl. That was my cousin sister. I was looking for the right time to introduce you guys but before I could do that my sister dragged me to the floor to dance first." 

"Eh? Sister?" 

"Yes, sister." He chuckled. He wiped my tears and held my face closer. Our foreheads were touching. "I was about to ask you to dance when I saw you drinking and we all know how it ends." 

"Yeah." I looked down. The silence was comforting. 

"Um.. Cam?" 

"Yeah?" 

"Can you please let go of my face. I need to breathe." 

"Shit. Sorry." He let go of my face and held my hand instead. 

I blushed to his touch. 

"So you said you're falling in love with me?" He tried to keep a casual tone. 

I rolled my eyes and said "Yes, dumbass." 

"Do you love me?" I smirked at him.

"Truly, madly, deeply in love with you Ms. Y/l/n." He looked deep into my eyes and crashed his lips on mine oh so softly. Like I'm some delicate porcelain. I pulled him by his collar and kissed him hard. I melted to his touch. He pulled me closer. His hand around my waist.

We pulled back to catch our breath. We smiled at each other. He kissed my forehead and caressed my cheek.

"I love you." He mumbled.

"I love you too." 

"You never told me about your sister." I mumbled.

"You never told me you can dance so well. You should dance more often." 

"I'm not gonna take chances. You almost beat up that pervert." 

"Do whatever you want my girl, your man can fight." Cameron gave his signature smile.

"Cheesy." I blushed.

"Let's go. I'll introduce you to my sister. You gonna love her." He held my hand and guided me to the club.

"Did I mention I love you?" 

"You did, sir. Hehe."

#fanfic #lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x reader #cameron chapman #anthony bloody lockwood #save lockwood and co #lockwood x reader #oneshot #fandom #locknation

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@subzero1818 : Hey, can I make a request? For this request I'd like to see stupid Y/N, Angie, and Heisenberg playing a prank on everyone by dressing Y/N up in Heisenberg's clothes along with his hat and shades as they use his cigars and hammer everywhere they go even to the point the prank gods into the lords meetings and Y/N acts like Heisenberg and argues with Alcina while whenever they need to use his powers Heisenberg is hiding somewhere and using his powers to make it seem like Y/N is doing it

Haha! I love this! These three together are dangerous. Let’s get into it!

Heisenberg Y/N and Angie: *Hanging out*

Angie: You know what would be fun? And no, I’m not talking about egging Mother Miranda’s house this time.

Y/N: *Shakes their head*

Karl: … Dressing up Y/N in my clothes and tricking everyone into thinking they’re me and using my powers to make it seem like they can control metal, but they’re really not, thus the appearance of them wielding electromagnetic powers only further solidifies in the others’ minds that Y/N is me, and then we can shout at them and say “Ha! Got you, fuckers!” and they feel embarrassed and ashamed, as they should, because they are the worst people in the world and I hate them, also, this situation would be kind of like in that episode of Avatar: The Last Airbender when Aang was trying to learn how to earth bend, but he couldn’t yet so he used his air bending to move a boulder so th-

Angie: Damn, shut up! … I was gonna say we should get some ice cream.

Karl: …

Y/N: …

Angie: … *Sighs* Yeah, I like your plan better too.

Karl and Y/N: *Cheer*

At Karl’s factory:

Karl: *Placing his coat on Y/N* And, we’re done!

Y/N: *Literally looks like Karl, wearing the top of a floor mop as a wig and his hat and glasses* Damn, Karl! This jacket reeks! I can’t tell if this is b.o. or if you wrapped a dead body up in this thing!

Karl: *Shrugs* I mean, probably both. I’m not quite sure either.

Y/N: *Gags, starts panicking* Get me out of this fucking corpse coat!

Angie and Karl: *Reassuring Y/N*

Angie: Come on, Y/N! Don’t you want the plan to work?

Karl: Yeah! We’ll finally grind them into paste! The anguish on their faces is the stuff dreams are made of, kid!! *Grabs Y/N by the collar and shakes them*

Y/N: *Freaked out* I’m not really sure what we’re doing anymore…

Karl: Just shut up until we get to the meeting and then pick a fight with big bitch!

Y/N: How am I gonna start a fight with Alci?! I love everything about her!

Karl: I don’t know. Make something up! But remember, it’s gotta be something that I would be mad about.

Y/N: Hmm. *Thinks* I’ve got it! Let’s go everybody!

At the meeting

Miranda Donna Alcina and Sal: *Talking*

Karl and Angie: *Slip in from a hole in the floor, unseen*

Y/N: *Kicks open the door*

Everyone: *Startled*

Y/N: *Trying to talk in Karl’s voice, coughing like hell from smoking one of his cigars*

Y/N: Big *Hack* bitch! I’m *Cough, wheeze* angry with you! *Cough*

Alcina: *Smirks* Well, man-child, it seems like you can’t even keep from coughing up a lung. Did you finally smell yourself or something?And what are you so upset about?

Y/N: *Breaks character for a second* I know! This coat smells awful!

Karl: *Rubs his face, annoyed, uses his powers to smash his hammer on Y/N’s foot*

Y/N: *In pain, mad at Karl, decides to switch gears* Ow, fuck! *Clears their throat* Uh, I mean! I was going to bring up how your daughters and Y/N have been spray painting the side of my factory with graffiti… *Turns to stick their tongue out at Karl*

Karl: *Yells* You did WHAT?!

Angie: *Shushes him*

Y/N: But now I know that you’ve been telling people I have a small ding-dong!

Karl: *Pissed, shouts out* You fucking imbecile!

Angie: *Clamps a hand over Karl’s mouth*

Miranda: *Gasps* Karl! We will not discuss such vulgar things!

Alcina: *Crinkles her nose* Well, I’ll have to add that one to the arsenal. But no, I haven’t!

Y/N: *Gets a bit carried away* Yeah, you did! And I’m secretly jealous of Y/N because I think you’re really cool and you’re my favorite sibling, but I’m too pathetic and weak to get your attention! Y/N’s just so awesome, I wish I was them!

Karl: *Seething*

Y/N: And I have a patchy beard that never seems to grow in right!

Karl: *Fucking loses it, walks up to Y/N, harshly pokes them in the shoulder* You dumbass! Why can’t you ever just stick to the plan!

Everyone: *Panics* Two Karls?!

Karl and Y/N: *Start pushing each other, yelling*

Angie: *Trying to break up the fight* Hey! Knock it off, you two!

Karl: *Picks up Angie, throws her at Donna*

Donna: *Expertly catches Angie, holds her close*

Karl and Y/N: *Start beating the shit out of each other*

Miranda: *Comes over to break up the fight* Hey! HEY!

Karl: *Accidentally hits Miranda*

Everyone: *Gasps, shocked*

Karl: Oh shit! I’m so sorry!

Miranda: *Holds her face where she got punched, eyes wide, starts wailing*

Alcina: Now, look what you’ve done! *Runs over and scoops Miranda up like a child* It’s okay, Mother Miranda! There, there. *Starts rubbing her back*

Miranda: *Bawling, points at Karl and Y/N* One of you hit me! *Buries her face in Alcina’s shoulder*

Y/N: *Doesn’t want to be blamed* Actually, that was Karl! *Takes off the coat and hat* It’s just me, Y/N! It was supposed to be a prank!

Alcina: Draga! How could you trick me like this! *Settles Miranda onto her hip like a toddler*

Y/N: It was all Karl’s idea! I didn’t want to do it!

Alcina: *Rolls her eyes* Well, if Karl wanted you to jump off a bridge, would you?

Y/N: …

Miranda: *Still crying*

Alcina: *Raises an eyebrow*

Everybody else: *Waiting for Y/N’s response*

Y/N: … I mean, I’m gonna be 100 with you, babe. Yes, that sounds fucking awesome. I’d probably dress up as the Queen of England and film it, too.

Everyone: *Groans* IDIOT!

Y/N: *Crosses their arms and sticks their nose up* I believe the correct title is “Your Majesty”, peasants!

Masterlist

#re8 #re8 village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x y/n #re8 shitpost #y/n is stupid #re8 incorrect quotes #mother miranda #karl heisenberg #salvatore moreau #angie beneviento

[storiesforallfandoms]

an honor ~ johnny depp

word count: 2842

request?: yes!

“hey :) this is such a specific request and i’m so sorry but i need it lmao. can you do a female reader x johnny depp where she is an elementary school teacher and her school wins a contest where johnny goes to visit. he ends up spending a lot of time in her classroom and they hit it off. he’s in town for 2 more days so he and the reader end up getting dinner and he feels like he could really fall hard for her. THANK YOU. a girl can only dream”

description: after her school wins a contest to have a visit from the captain himself, she finds herself gaining his attention

pairing: johnny depp x female!reader

warnings: swearing

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My kids were buzzing with excitement as the minutes ticked closer to our big visitor arriving.

I worked as a teacher in a small elementary school. The population was just over 50 students spread out between kindergarten to grade 4. Not a lot ever happened at the school, so whenever something even moderately out of the ordinary happened, it was a pretty big deal.

The month before there had been a contest for one of the local schools to win a visit from Captain Jack Sparrow - actual Johnny Depp himself. Our principal had entered us, but none of us teachers really thought we’d win. To our surprise, we received a call at the beginning of the week that we had won and we’d be getting the visit on Thursday!

So now, on the Thursday of the visit, the students could barley focus on their school work. I couldn’t blame them, though. Just the thought that Johnny Depp would be appearing at my classroom door at any second made it hard to concentrate what I was teaching.

Everyone jumped with excitement as a knock came at the door. I tried to shush them but the quiet murmurs still filled the room.

I felt my heart leap as I opened the door and found Johnny, dressed as Jack Sparrow, leaning against the doorway. He smiled at me and I smiled back, hoping I didn’t look as nervous as I felt.

“Hello Mr. Sparrow,” I said.

“Captain Sparrow, darling,” he corrected me.

I felt my face heat up at the pet name. Calm down, (Y/N). He’s definitely called all the female teachers that today.

“Right, of course,” I said. “Please, come in.”

I stepped aside to let him enter. He look at my students, who were all watching him with wide eyes of wonder and excitement. In character, he grimaced at the sight of them.

“Oh, hello, more small people,” he said. He leaned in close to me to add, in a stage whisper, “Why is this place so full of small people?”

“It’s a school, Captain!” one of my students called.

“School?! Well, I must be in the wrong place then. A school is no place for a pirate.”

“Pirates are supposed to be in the ocean on their pirate ships,” another student said.

“Exactly! We’re supposed to be sailing the high seas looking for treasure. No inside a classroom learning. Although, learning to read and to do math does help us to figure out maps and if we are sailing in the right direction.”

“See?” I said. “I told you guys that math can be used in real life.”

“But Miss. (Y/L/N), pirates aren’t real!” another student tried to argue.

“You say that, and yet here I am,” Johnny said, dramatically gesturing to himself. “And I do believe I am pretty real.”

I sat down behind my desk and watched my students interact with the character. All their faces were lit up and they were so happy. I couldn’t help but smile myself. The biggest perk of my job was moments like these, where I got to see my students at their happiest. Getting to experience this memory that would no doubt stick with them for the rest of their lives was also a huge plus.

When we were told about the visit, Johnny’s management team told us that there was a strict timeline he was on for the visit. He would be at the school for a few hours, spending only half an hour in each classroom. We were told that was the best way for him to get to every classroom in a timely manner and give each of the kids the same amount of attention. It was reasonable, we all agreed to it.

However, after some time of Johnny being in my classroom, I glanced at the clock and noticed that he had been there for 40 minutes instead of the slotted half hour. I figured that maybe he hadn’t been watching the time, or that this was my fault for not having watched it better, so I quickly stood from my desk, stopping Johnny mid sentence.

“Sorry, I just realized that we’ve gone over time a little bit,” I said.

“That’s alright, I have plenty of time,” Johnny insisted.

“We were told you only have a few hours...because you have to get back to your ship,” I said, trying to improvise to keep the act up. “I wouldn’t want to be the reason that your adventures are delayed.”

“Truly, I don’t mind. I’m having a nice time with these little people.”

“But we wouldn’t want you to disappoint any of the other...little people.”

He sighed, finally defeated. “You’re right. Suppose I shall continue on then.”

He said goodbye to my class, who were upset that he had to go but could not stop talking about the visit once he had left. There was still an hour left of the school day, and I knew there was no way I would get them back on topic now, so I decided to let them have free time until the end of the day.

When the final bell rang, they raced out of the door, all saying goodbye to me as they went along. I stayed back to do some preparing for the next days lesson plan, when I heard a knock on my door.

I looked up and felt my breath catch as I saw Johnny standing there again, this time out of his Jack Sparrow costume.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” he said.

“No, not at all,” I told him. “How may I help you, Mr. Depp?”

“Please, call me Johnny,” he said.

“Alright, Johnny. Is there anything I can do for you?”

He stepped into my classroom. It felt like some sort of dream to have him there. I was convinced it wasn’t real. I had to secretly pinch myself to make sure I was awake.

“I just wanted to thank you for having me a little bit over my time today,” he said. “I hope I didn’t interfere too much with your teaching.”

“Maybe a little, but it was bound to happen given the circumstances,” I said. “But you don’t have to apologize for that. Really, it was such an honor to have you here. I just didn’t want you to get in trouble for being in my classroom too long, or for any of the other classrooms to miss the chance to get to meet you.”

Johnny chuckled slightly. “Yeah, I sort of forgot I still had two more classrooms to visit after yours. I had a hard time convincing myself to leave today until you brought it up.”

I titled my head in confusion. “Why is that?”

He seemed flustered when I asked, which shocked me more than anything else had today. It didn’t seem right that he - the Hollywood actor - was becoming flustered by me - the elementary school teacher.

“I...I kind of wanted...to spend more time here...with you,” he said.

I take it back, this shocked me more than anything else that day had.

“From the moment you opened the door, I was blown away by how beautiful you are,” he explained. “And watching the way you interacted with the kids, I knew you had a beautiful personality to match. I was trying to figure out how to speak with you in private, but the more that time went on the more I realized that may not have been an option. I didn’t want to miss the other two classrooms I had left to visit, but it felt hard to pull myself away.”

I was left speechless. Now I was sure this was a dream. Not even the pinching could convince me otherwise.

“I don’t mean to come on too strong,” he continued. “If I’m over stepping boundaries here please tell me, but I’m in town for the next two days and I’d like to get dinner with you. If you want, that is.”

He was looking at me expectantly, and that’s when I realized he was waiting for me to say something. I still felt tongue tied as I stuttered out some nonsense, but finally got ahold of myself long enough to say, “Yeah. I’d like that. How about tomorrow night?”

His smile was so radiant at my response. “That works perfect for me. I can pick you up around 6?”

We agreed and exchanged numbers so that I could text him my address the next night.

When he left I pinched myself one last time, a bit harder than the last few. I let out a yelp as my arm stung in pain. At least I could confirm that I definitely was not dreaming.

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I felt very distracted throughout my classes the next day. I tried my best to seem present and to teach the best I could, but I kept fumbling or forgetting what I was doing. The day felt like it was dragging on until the moment Johnny was supposed to pick me up.

Finally, the school day ended. I waited around after class like I normally did, but the moment the hallways were empty I quickly collected my things and rushed home.

I hadn’t been on a date in a while, and I wasn’t really sure what to expect when going out with a celebrity. I wanted to dress nice, but I wasn’t sure if I should dress fancy or just casual. I didn’t even know where we were going for dinner.

I finally settled on a dress and a pair of heels to match. I decided to put on light makeup to have a natural look and just wear my hair down natural as well. By the time I had finally made my decisions and finished getting ready, Johnny was pulling up outside and knocking on my front door.

He looked down at me as I opened the door. Of course, he looked extremely handsome as well, but he always looked that way.

He smiled. “You look lovely.”

“Thank you,” I said. “So do you.”

He offered me his arm like a gentleman. “Shall we?”

I took it and he walked me to his car. He even opened the door for me to get in, which is something that hadn’t been done for me in a very long time.

The car ride to the restaurant was silent and slightly awkward. I wasn’t really sure what to say to him, and he seemed to be having the same issue. It made me a little less nervous to know that he seemed to be in the same boat as me.

We arrived to the restaurant and I was relieved to see it wasn’t a super fancy place. It was just a locally owned restaurant that luckily wasn’t too busy on a Friday night. I was sure Johnny was used to being recognized in public, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to be noticed and swarmed by people while we were out. That much attention just wasn’t my thing.

Luckily, it seemed he had already thought of that as he had placed a reservation under a fake name and had us sat in a private section of the restaurant. The host gave us our menus and told us the server would be with us soon.

“I’ll be honest,” I said, finally breaking the silence, “I’m glad we’re not at a super fancy restaurant or anything.”

Johnny chuckled. "You were afraid that’s where I was going to take you?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never met a celebrity before, let alone gone on a date with one. I don’t really know what the etiquette is for being out with one. I sometimes assume they just go to the most expensive and luxurious places.”

“That’s not me. Some fancy places have good food, but that’s the main thing for me: the food. I don’t want to go to some place that will charge you $100 for the smallest portions that aren’t even good. As for the etiquette with a celebrity, I say act as if you’re on a date with just a normal person. That’s all I am really.”

I wanted to tell him he was anything but normal, but I knew he had a point. Some celebrities acted like they were better than everyone else, but I could already tell he was not one of those people.

Our server arrived and we ordered drinks and an appetizer. As I looked through the menu, Johnny started the small talk.

“How long have you been a teacher?”

“About ten years, I think,” I responded. “It doesn’t feel like that long, though. Besides the constant change of faces in my classroom, I could convince myself I started teaching just yesterday.”

He smiled. “You seem really passionate about it.”

“I am. I love kids and I love to teach. I’ve known my whole life that this is what I wanted to do. I was lucky that I got a substituting job at the school while I was still in college, and then that they hired me on full time when I graduated. Not a lot of people get those kinds of opportunities.”

Johnny listened to me talk as I told him about my family, my childhood, and my years in college. It wasn’t until our appetizers arrived and we placed our entrée orders that I realized how much I truly had been talking.

“Oh God, I’m talking your ear off,” I said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make this all about me.”

“Don’t apologize,” he assured me. “I like listening to you talk.”

I felt my face burn the same way it had the day before when he called me “darling”. I looked down at the food in my hands to hide any signs of fluster on my face.

“What about you?” I asked.

“What about me?”

I opened my mouth to ask something about him, but I realized it felt like there wasn’t anything for me to ask. A lot of Johnny’s life was already public and, having been a fan of his, it didn’t feel like there was a lot for me to ask that I didn’t already know.

I let out a sigh of defeat. “Okay, I got nothing.”

He chuckled again. “That’s why I don’t mind you talking. I don’t think there’s much about me that I could say that you don’t already know.”

“That must be hard,” I said. “Having people already know so much about you, I mean. Doesn’t seem like there’s a lot of privacy for you.”

He shrugged. “It comes with the job. I’ve dealt with it for so many years that it’s hard to complain now. I know what I’ve gotten myself into.”

“I think you can complain a little bit. Just because it comes with the job doesn’t really mean it’s fair to you.”

He nodded but didn’t say much else.

When our entrees came, I managed to coax him into telling me about his kids. I could see him light up even at just the mention of them. He started telling me all about them, especially his son, Jack, who was less in the public eye than his daughter, Lily-Rose.

We seemed to melt into easy conversation then. We went back and forth talking for the rest of the evening. I was almost upset when the bill came and we had to leave. I could’ve stayed in that booth for hours just talking to Johnny about anything and everything.

The ride back home felt less awkward. I felt myself becoming a little brave as I reached over to put my hand on Johnny’s. He laced his fingers through mine and gave my hand a light squeeze. I smiled to myself. Now I never wanted to let go.

He walked me to my door, like a gentleman. We both paused to look at each other, both hesitant to make a move.

“I had a lovely night,” I told him.

“Me too,” he said.

“I’d really like to do it again. If you’re ever in town again, that is.”

I tried not to let the hurt show on my face at the thought of him having to leave the next day.

“For you, I’ll come back as much as you want,” he said. “I’ll be here till you’re so sick of me that you’ll want to get rid of me.”

I shook my head. “I can’t see that happening.”

And then, with a brief moment of courage hitting me, I leaned forward to kiss him. He met me half way, cupping my face gently as he pressed his lips against mine. My whole body felt like it was exploding, in a good way if that makes sense. I could hardly describe what the feeling was like.

Johnny pulled away first and I had to stop myself from pulling him back to me.

“Have a good night, (Y/N),” he said. “I’ll see you again soon.”

“Goodnight Johnny.”

#johnny depp #johnny depp imagine #johnny depp x reader #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[xxaraaq]

𝘽𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧

Sorry that I didn't post anything for like three months, but it dont matter anymore, cus I'm here now

MILF! Ochako Ururaka x Black!Fem!reader

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At the ripe age of thirty two, Uruaka Ochako would consider herself to be a great mother. But with her boys, nine, seven, and four – she’s so fucking tired. Tired of not being able to catch a break, tired of not being able to live her life as a young woman, and really fucking tired of having a man child of a husband who couldn’t give less of a shit about her and their kids.

She’s tried to be okay with it, but she just cant be. But when she voices it, all she's met with – ‘it’s not like he's cheating on you, he probably just doesn’t find you attractive anymore.’ or ‘just lose some weight or offer to do more, he’s obviously distant for a reason’. And she’s tried all these things, so, so many times. But nothing ever worked, so she’s just given up. And maybe she just had shitty friends, but the two of you first, she had actually felt something.

“So wait – you're telling me that you haven’t had sex in how long?” You whisper, choking on your drink “Eleven months.” She sighs, taking a drink of her mimosa – she hadn’t touched her husband intimately in almost a year, and it was getting to her. She was getting antsy, and she was getting tired of pleasuring herself on her own.

“I would commit suicide, like, actually kill myself. Are you ok?” and Uruaka knows that she’s not, but there isn't anything she could really do.

“I’ve been so stressed out that I don’t know what today is, I’m not even joking.” She says, the fatigue apparent on her figure

“I seriously don’t know why you won’t get a divorce, I will literally move in with you to help out with the kids if that’s what it takes.” And your serious, the look in your eyes directed right at her

“If I could just get one day, that’s all I would need.” She groans, dreaming of the day where that happens

As the conversation goes along, her husband, m/n, comes up. “Hey honey, me and the boys are gonna go watch the game at Mikey’s house. I’ll be back later.” He says, turning away soon after. With an eye roll and shooing hand, she sends him off with malice in her heart. 

“He really gets on my fuckin nerves.” You say, side eyeing him as he walks away with his friends.

“I genuinely don’t care anymore.” Ochako says, getting up to go to the kitchen

Following after her, you close the door behind you, pulling down the blinds

“What’s wrong?” You say, opening your arms for an embrace

“I am so sick of him.” She says, a shake in her voice

“I know baby, I know.” You say, rubbing soothing circles on her back

“I get that he doesn’t care about me, but can he at least fucking act like it.” She cries into your chest

“He doesn’t deserve you, not like I do.” and she knew it was true

“Lemme make you feel better, how bout’ that?” You ask, pulling back from her

“W-what?” She, wiping the tears from her face

“You heard me, Ochako. Let me help you, you need it.”

The both of you know that anyone could walk in at any moment – but that didn’t stop you from kissing her – nor did it stop her from kissing you back. By the time she gained her senses back she was in her shared room.

“We can’t, everyone’s outside.” She says in between kisses

“We already are, and who cares, no one’s gonna come in here.” You shush her, attacking her neck with hickeys

She moans, grasping your hair in her hands – she doesn’t know why she keeps denying herself, she can’t even remember the last time she came by someone else’s touch.

“Fuck.” She moans, the feeling of your hands traveling over her breasts driving her mad. 

You pull down the top of her light blue sundress, exposing her front to you.

“So pretty.” You groan, capturing her breast in your hand, rolling her nipple in between your fingers

Ochako whimpers at the feeling of your fingers toying with her, her getting wetter by the second.

“Take it off for me, yeah?” You ask, tugging at hem of her dress

Nodding, she quickly strips down, throwing it to a random spot in the room.

“So fucking gorgeous.” You utter, hands finding rest on her hips

“Don’t be weird.”She says, wrapping her arms around neck

She kisses you – passionately – as you lead her and yourself onto the bed. You suck on her neck as you make you way down to her thighs, lifting one onto your shoulder.

“Can I?” You ask, playing the fabric of her underwear

“Don’t ask me stupid questions.” She groans, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as you smile

Taking her answer as a yes, you pull her panties off onto one ankle, licking a slow stripe up her slit. You rub slow circles on her thighs as you continue your assault on her cunt.

“Ohhhhh fuckkkk” She whines, throwing her head back in her ecstasy

“Tastes so good.” You mutter into her, the vibrations of your voice going straight to her core

She doesn’t know why she hasn’t let you touch her sooner – the fluid movements of your tongue making her delusional. But the best part is, all she has to do is sit there and take it.

You massage your thumb around her puckering hole before inserting two into her. “Shitttt” she mewls, holding both her legs up to her chest

“I can’t, s’ too much.” She slurs, her legs shaking as you slurp and suck up her excess

“You can do it mama, cum for me.” You say, moving your fingers in and out of her at an even quicker pace

“Shittttttttt” She screams, squirting onto you and the sheets

“Damn, I didn’t know you could squirt like that.” You say, licking her off of you

“I, I didn’t know either.” She exhales, letting her legs drop onto the now wet sheets

“Uh uh, why’d you let go.” You say, rubbing slow circles on her now puffy clit

“W-wait, we can’t keep going, everyone’s still outside.”

“And they’ll stay outside, I never said I was done with you. Eleven months is a long time y’know; I can’t let go now.” You explain, Entering her once more

Ochako moans as she thinks about what she got herself into. And she really, really hopes that everyone knows exactly where the bathroom is.

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Yayy I post. Dont expect me to post until summer now byee.

-Nene

#Nene #boku no hero academia #urakara ochako #bnha ochaco uraraka #mha ochako #x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha x fem reader #mha x black reader

[pickledpascal]

Lover

Chapter Four: Karma

Warnings: Smut, oral, penetrative sex, 18+ themes, fluff.

Word Count: 3.4k

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The reception lasted until about three in the morning. Elena and Mark left around ten since that was when they usually stayed up. Jay was the same. Even with half her friends gone, Avery had an amazing time watching Sammy try to hit on people from Jensen's family. She even danced as much as she could in her large dress—not just with Jensen but with Misha, Nate, and Felicia. Jacob wasn't one to dance. He was the type to sit at his table and eat scraps off his plate or drink a liquor of some kind as he watched. 

“Still can't believe this?” Nate asked when he and Avery sat down, away from Jensen who was dancing with his sister. 

Avery shrugged bashfully, glancing down at the tablecloth. “Not really. Seems like it was just yesterday I was dreaming about going to the brewery. And only that.” She admitted with a light laugh. 

Nate nodded as he took a sip from his glass. There was a honey-like liquid inside. Whiskey. “You've grown up.” He smiled softly.

“Yeah.” Avery chuckled. 

She had always thought she grew up a little too fast because of all the things she had to go through. But maybe she was just tall. Of course, Avery was a mature individual, even before she met Jensen, but this seemed to solidify it somehow. Marriage was a grown-up thing to do. She was devoting the rest of her life to being with someone. 

That someone just so happened to be someone she watched on her TV. 

Once back in their cabin, Avery took off her large dress and hung it up in the corner of the room. In exchange for the dress, she wore one of Jensen’s intentionally large sweaters. It stopped at mid-thigh on her. 

Jensen stripped off his blazer and tie with the top buttons of his shirt haphazardly undone. He pressed his lips to Avery's cheek. “Now… An Impala is waiting to be christened, Mrs. Cairo-Ackles.” He teased in her ear, hands on her waist as he pulled her against his chest. 

Avery turned her head and let out a small laugh. “Alright, Mr. Cairo-Ackles.” 

Their cabin was out of the way of the others, by design. They just hoped no one decided to go on a night hike. Knowing Misha, it was a possibility. Even then, he knew better. The Impala was parked right outside the cabin. Over time, it had become Jensen’s car of choice instead of his modern sedan. It was great to haul a lot of stuff in and well…. Great for stuff like this. 

Jensen lay in the backseat as Avery climbed over him, closing the door behind her. As the door slammed closed, Jensen grabbed her shirt and pushed it over her head. What he was met with made him nearly choke on his own saliva. 

“See something you like?” Avery winked. Instead of the bra she usually wore, she had pasties on. They were black and in the shape of a heart. Jensen gulped. “I'll take that as a yes.” She pressed a kiss to Jensen’s lips as she began to unbutton his shirt. 

Jensen drew in a shaky breath as he let her undress him. The pasties were a look. One he liked. He was pulled back into reality when Avery started to unbutton his pants. “No, no, I-I had a plan but then you… fuck. You—” He paused, stopping her.

“Fuck me what?” Avery looked at him, amused.

Jensen cursed at himself for getting distracted. “Shush. I just… Fuck, I need you in my mouth again.” He breathed, running a hand up Avery's thigh. He squeezed slightly, loving the way her skin felt.

Avery licked her bottom lip in thought. She genuinely didn't think Jensen would want that again. Or crave it. “Okay.” She resigned herself from Jensen and sat back on the leather seats of the Impala. 

Jensen let out a breath as he adjusted his position to get in between Avery’s legs. He slid off her underwear and pressed kisses to the inside of her thighs as he lifted her legs over his shoulders. His fingers traced over the dark lines of her tattoos on the front of her thigh. Screw boobs or butts, Jensen was a thigh man. He bit on a particularly thick part of her thigh, causing Avery to let out a light moan. 

“Honey,” Avery pushed a hand into Jensen's hair, messing it up in the way she loved. “C'mon.” She knew he wanted to take his time and ravish her, but she was getting impatient.

Jensen smiled smugly up at Avery, pressing his fingertips into her skin as he pressed a few kisses on her tip. He kept his hand on Avery's thighs as he took her in his mouth. 

He had been wanting to do this again for such a long time. He wasn't even sure. Likely since the last—and only—time. Jensen wasn't sure he'd want to admit how many times he'd thought about it. They have had a few escapades at night since Avery's birthday but they were few and far between and usually included Jensen getting fucked so well that he couldn't form words for a while after. Avery liked pleasing him. Jensen just wanted to return the favor. 

Jensen had nearly forgotten just how much he liked this. The weight in his mouth, Avery’s noises, the taste. He missed it. He wasn't even aware that was something he could miss. 

Avery watched with dark eyes as Jensen started to move his head. She forgot just how good he was at sucking dick. Not perfect—was anyone?—but amazing. “Honey, shit—” She panted heavily, scratching at his scalp. “Fuck.”

Resisting the urge to smirk—partly because his mouth was busy—Jensen focused his attention on the head of her cock. As his tongue pressed against her slit, Avery drew in a sharp breath. Jensen looked up at her and knew he had done something right. 

Avery let out a choked moan, a crease between her eyebrows as she let the pleasure wash over her. “Fuck, honey! I—” The muscles in her legs started to tense as desire built in her stomach. “Keep–Keep going. Such a good boy.” She wanted to pull harder on Jensen’s hair but she refrained, not wanting to accidentally pull him off. She liked this. Maybe a little too much.

Jensen had no plans of stopping until Avery came. In his mouth this time. Even if he liked the fluttery feeling it gave him when it was on his face. 

Digging his palms into the flesh of Avery's thighs, Jensen kept at it. Sucking and feeling up every inch of her cock with his tongue that he could. His brain buzzed louder each time his head bobbed down. Being distracted, Jensen had to remind himself to breathe through his nose a couple of times. He needed Avery to feel good, he didn't care if he died in the process. 

Would be a nice way to go out.

“Shit, Jay—” Avery hissed softly as Jensen grazed her cock with his teeth. Her leg jerked at the contact, driving into his back. He didn't let it distract him. “Fuck, please—I’m close.” Her lips parted as she stared down at Jensen between her legs. She'd never get used to seeing him in this position. So eager to please, lips red, and pupils so dilated she could only see a ring of green. 

Jensen let out a hum as he glanced up at her chest. He liked watching how her chest rose and fell as she breathed. His own pulse quickened. Avery shivered as she let out a pant and drew in a shaky breath. 

She came a moment later. Jensen quickly swallowed everything he could. Letting her go from his mouth, he licked and kissed at her tip. He wanted to drink every last drop inside her but he refrained. 

Avery brushed Jensen's hair away from his face with her hands. “As much as I love seeing you like that,” She pulled Jensen up to be face to-face with her and ran her hand down his exposed back. “I think I like seeing your face when I'm fucking you better.” She whispered into his lips. 

Jensen happily leaned into her lips, wrapping his arms around her neck as she worked his pants open. Avery had to pull away to focus on shoving them down his legs, leaving Jensen to nip and kiss at her neck. With a gasp, he was pushed down onto the seats once he was completely bare as Avery climbed over him. 

Avery pressed a few kisses to his chest—particularly where she saw some freckles—with a hand on his shoulder to ground herself. Jensen watched with hooded eyes, licking his bottom lip absentmindedly. He couldn't believe his life. He had someone who loved him so wholly—so deeply. 

“I'm gonna assume there's no lube in here?” Avery chuckled softly, a hand on Jensen's thigh as she settled in between his legs. 

He coughed a little, embarrassment flooding his chest. He might have forgotten about that. Too distracted. “No, but—uh,” Jensen wasn't sure why he was so flustered. He'd done this with Avery before. “I prepped myself earlier.” 

“When was this?” Avery cocked an eyebrow.

Jensen ducked his head, feeling a heat cross his cheeks. “This morning.” 

Avery thought so. That was more than twelve hours ago. “It probably helped but… this might hurt a little.” She whispered softly. “I'm gonna prep you best I can, okay?” 

The addition of lube would certainly help but she didn't want to completely ruin the mood by getting dressed, making her way into the cabin, trying to find lube, come back, and get undressed. Jensen didn't want to wait either. Why would he? Avery was completely naked—save for the pasties—her freckled chest was heaving, the muscles in her arms were well-defined, and her makeup made her look more ethereal than he already thought she was. 

“Take a deep breath,” Avery advised softly. Jensen nodded as he sucked in a breath. She inserted a finger inside him. He made a small noise. It was only a bit painful. He was glad he knew well enough in advance to try and prep himself. “That's a good boy.” She sighed. 

Jensen groaned softly after Avery added another finger—only when she felt he was ready for it. “Please, sweetheart, I-I need you.” He whined. The feeling of her fingers stretching him was agonizing. He was desperate and felt more and more desperate as time went on. 

Avery shook her head. “Not yet. Be patient.” She continued her work even after he kept whimpering about how much he wanted her dick inside him, not her fingers. She pressed a kiss to Jensen's lips to soothe his whimpers. “It's okay, honey, you'll get what you want.” 

Jensen leaned into Avery's kiss, expertly slotting his nose against hers. At this point in their relationship, he could care less about his nose bumping into the bridge of her glasses. His hand maneuvered onto her solid shoulder, the place it seemingly always made its way to. 

Avery sighed against his lips. She withdrew her fingers and replaced them with her dick, softly pushing into Jensen. His jaw dropped open in a silent moan, allowing her to nip at his neck. He always thanked whatever was out there for Avery and how she treated him—how she made him feel so much. 

“Avery, fuck—”

“Shhhh, relax.” Avery nipped at Jensen's jaw. She liked being rough but not right off the bat. Jensen still needed to adjust to the feeling of her inside him. “More deep breaths for me?” 

Jensen whimpered softly, he didn't want to wait longer but nodded. He breathed, adjusting his legs so they wrapped around Avery's waist. Something about it made him feel like she was deeper. “Please.” He couldn't even begin to express how much he needed her. Craved her. 

“You sure, honey?” Avery hooked a finger under Jensen's jaw, tilting his head so he looked in her eyes. 

He had to resist the urge to whine in response. “Yes–fuck–Avery, I need you to start moving!” Jensen hissed. 

“Bossy,” Avery teased playfully. “But I understand.” She knew that if she was in the same situation Jensen was in, she'd be plenty impatient too. Her hips started to jerk at a steady pace. She busied Jensen by pressing their lips together, swallowing down any moan he made with her mouth. 

Jensen cupped Avery's cheek with his left hand, face contorted in pleasure. He didn't even realize they were consummating their marriage. Another sign that, hopefully, they would be together in life and in death. In all the amazing and wonderful ways. In all the dark and twisted ways, too. 

Really, all Jensen wanted a year ago was a partner. One that would love him a fraction of the amount Avery would. And then he met Avery. And he was pleasantly overwhelmed with her love for him. He didn't even know half the ways he could love someone. Avery taught him new ways. He loved the new practices. 

Like this. 

He hadn't imagined he would be the one getting fucked in the back of the Impala when it first came under his possession. Avery quickly changed his mind to the point where it was all he could think about for a while. 

Avery let out a moan against Jensen's lips, the thrust of her hips faster as she set her palm against the glass behind his head. The car started to shake, making a small creaking noise, each time she drove into Jensen. “I love you.” She looked into his eyes as the words slipped out of her.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” Jensen breathed, appreciating the way her lips parted as she stared down at him. Compared to their previous times together, this felt a lot less rushed—even if he was needy—and more soft and sensual. 

He never would have thought he would be so in love with someone so much younger than him. But Avery was the woman for him. Her smile made his day better and her laugh brightened it like the sun. 

And then there were her choked moans. Jensen could get himself off just listening to those. If she'd let him.

“Fuck!” Jensen hissed as Avery hit his prostate at just the right angle. 

“There it is.” Avery smirked. “That feel good?” Her eyes held a teasing glint. She wanted to hear him say it. 

Jensen grunted out a “Yes.” He shifted his eyes to her lips. Her red lipstick was still somehow impeccable, the pigment didn't budge at all. But he was acutely aware of the red marks in the shape of her lips on his chest. “Avery, I need–”

“I know, honey.” Avery had begun to get a divine sense regarding Jensen. He needed a little more and then he'd come undone. “Shit… I'm with you.” She knew her orgasm was building just like his. “Just—ah—Just,” She pressed her forehead against Jensen’s, glasses steaming up at the heat from their bodies. She didn't mind. “Cum with me?”

“Yeah, yeah, okay.” Jensen agreed eagerly. There was so much tension in his body that he just wanted to release. 

As if a tidal wave on the shore, it happened all at once. Jensen came first and, not more than a second later, so did Avery. A whimper of Avery's name left his lips, legs shaking as they brought her closer. Avery gasped as she was pulled into Jensen's chest. 

Jensen cupped Avery's face as he brought her in for a kiss. She quickly leaned into it. For a little while, they stayed there. Simply enjoying the feel of each other.

Until Avery became aware of the cold night air creeping into the Impala, making the hairs on her arms stand up. “Honey, we need to get inside.” She whispered as Jensen tried to capture her lips again. 

“Do we?” He whined softly. “I'm comfortable right here.” Jensen ran a hand down Avery's spine.

Avery rolled her eyes, unimpressed. “You won't be in the morning.” As much as she loved the Impala, she had a feeling sleeping overnight in it wouldn't be good for her back. And an unsuspecting hiker could always catch a glimpse of them in the morning. Avery wanted to keep the look of a thoroughly fucked Jensen to herself. 

“Fine.” 

averyxcario: after some years, ive finally made it out of the country!!! to paris no less. 

Avery hummed as she scrolled on her phone, taking a bite out of her croissant as she and Jensen sat outside the café they got their lunch from. He had a mug full of espresso that looked comically small in his hand. 

“You never did tell me how you know French.” Jensen cocked an eyebrow at her. She had ordered their meal in perfect French that could fool anyone into thinking she was a native. If they didn't recognize Jensen as an American immediately. 

Avery shrugged, “Four years in high school plus one in college.” She set her phone down. “Plus I had a friend who was learning French too, we would speak together sometimes.”

“Had?”

“He's the one we don't speak with much anymore.” Avery explained as her eyes shifted to the Eiffel Tower in front of them. 

It was fairly early in the morning but there were crowds nonetheless. Avery was glad they booked a hotel right outside the tower so they didn't have to go to the park if she wanted to take pictures. 

Jensen nodded in understanding. “Ah.” 

A few more minutes passed and Avery had finished her croissant as Jensen finished up his espresso. They opted to walk around for a little while. 

They didn't exactly have plans, it was their honeymoon, so why would they completely plan it out? Avery wanted to find the cafés locals liked, favorite bars, underrated museums instead of the Louvre, and maybe find a few hole-in-the-wall restaurants. If such a thing existed in Paris. They had to if they existed everywhere else in the world. 

Jensen had Avery's hand in his as they walked. He couldn't stop staring at the rings on her finger, conscious of the ring on his own finger. 

The rest of the day consisted of exactly what Avery wanted. A bar Jensen had never heard of that had tons of experimental drinks that Avery immediately tried. He wasn't sure how they found it in the first place, the front looked like a normal building in the city but inside was a different story. It was lit lowly, almost entirely in blacklight, and felt more akin to a club than a bar—with all the teens and twenty-year-olds especially. No wonder Avery gravitated towards it. 

Jensen didn't complain though. He went for an orange wine instead of the slew of cocktails Avery tried. One of them tasted like mushrooms, apparently. It made her grimace. She hated mushrooms. 

When they left the bar, Avery glanced up at the moon. It was full and shined down on the street around them. The street lamps were lit. There were only a few people around. It was late. Probably midnight but neither of them checked. Avery felt like she was in a fairytale. Or a Laufey song. 

Jensen wrapped his arm around Avery's shoulder, smiling absentmindedly as they walked back to their hotel. 

“You wrote me a note, cast a spell on my heart. And bewitched me.” Avery sang softly, taking his hand to twirl him in her arms. 

Jensen laughed softly as he swayed with her. He couldn't care less that they were dancing in the street in the middle of the night. She looked radiant. He couldn't stop himself even if he tried. “I’ve never been through this all-consuming, fire fuming, cursing at the moon and losing all control and crying. ‘Cause I think I'm falling.” He sang, running his hand up her shoulder. 

Avery's buzzed mind couldn't believe she got Jensen to sing one of her favorite songs. To be fair, she had a lot of favorite songs. And her sober mind would be astonished too. “You bewitch me every damn second you're with me.” She breathed. 

Jensen swore his heart stopped. He knew those were the lyrics but hit him so much deeper when they came from Avery's mouth. He dipped Avery, causing her to let out a noise of surprise before it was muffled by his kiss. 

“Woah.” Avery was stunned, sobered up in an instant. 

“Yeah,” Jensen sighed dreamily at his wife. His wife. It set in right then and there. “Woah.” 

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[sebastiansluts]

Omg thank you for fulfilling my Dr. Seb dreams. Could we maybe have another where either Dr. Seb or Dr. Kemp (totally up to you) kidnaps the reader to make her his perfect little patient? He’s fascinated by her entire body, but her heart specifically. He wants to know exactly how it sounds when she cums for him, but first he needs to welcome her home with a through full-body exam in his lab. He needs to get her used to this room, as they’ll be spending a lot of time here.

Steve Kemp x Reader; non!con, kidnapping, med!kink, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

You woke up slowly, head pounding as you blinked your eyes open to bright lights surrounding you. You couldn't remember what had happened exactly, all you remembered was going to a new doctor, Dr. Kemp, and he...he did something, he put something over your face.

You started hyperventilating as you looked around, trying to move, but you couldn't. You looked down to see your legs spread and feet strapped into stirrups, a strap across your arms and torso, keeping you pinned to the exam table that was upright in a chair position.

You glanced up and screamed. Dr. Kemp was standing across the room from you, dressed in scrubs.

"Shh, princess, don't scream, it's just me," he said, walking up with his hands raised in assurance. Your breath was coming fast, making you feel lightheaded. "Don't pass out on me baby," he ordered, smacking your cheek. You blinked quickly, shocked, but you slowed your breathing.

"Wh-where am I?" you asked, fear tight in your throat.

"This is my lab, we're going to spend a lot of time in here princess. But today we're starting out with a full body examination," Dr. Kemp stated, snapping on a pair of gloves.

You flinched at the noise and he shushed you, pressing his thumb into your mouth and hooking around your teeth, pulling your jaw down. He slid two fingers of his other hand down your throat, testing your gag reflex. He tsked when you gagged, tears filling your eyes.

Dr. Kemp's hands traveled down to your breasts, squeezing them harshly before pinching your nipples until you were squirming and begging him to stop.

When he released you, his hands moved down to your spread pussy, plunging two fingers into you as he pinched your clit. You shrieked as he felt around inside you, pressing on a spot that made you writhe.

He took his hands away completely, pulling his gloves off and sliding on a new pair, then picked up his stethoscope and put it on. He pressed the end to your chest, right above your heart.

"You're going to be quiet now princess, no matter what. I want to hear this heart as you come, and you're going to be my perfect little patient and let me, aren't you?" Dr. Kemp asked, placing the stethoscope in his ears.

You bit your lip, tears falling, but nodded. He undid his pants, hard cock sticking out, and pressed into you steadily, hearing your heart beat faster already as you were stretched and filled.

Dr. Kemp fucked you quickly, desperate to hear your heart as you came. He used his free hand to rub at your clit, giving it little pinches to spark pleasure and pain through you, holding back his own groans at the way your heart tripped each time.

You felt your orgasm building until it suddenly hit, your heart racing in Dr. Kemp's ears, your cunt tight on his dick. He came with a low grunt, hips pumping inside you as he kept listening to your heart.

Dr. Kemp stayed where he was until your heart rate returned to normal. Then he pulled out and redid his pants. "I knew I was right to choose you, your heart is perfect."

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[minhosimthings]

Hold Me Without Hurting Me

Chapter 11: Hyssop and Hidden Feelings

A/N: In which an old friend fills your life with flowers again, along a bumpy sided road.

Pairings: Ceo!Jay × Ceo!fem!reader, includes rest of Enhypen and certain other groups

Warnings: angst-fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to enemies to fake dating to enemies to lovers, Mentions of food and alcohol, swearing, nothing much but it's a bumpy story, suggestive at the end

Story prompt: If I had a flower for every time I fell in love with you, I would walk in my garden forever. (This story is based on the language of flowers.)

A/N: I finally got my ass up and posted another chapter yay. I've been so busy nowadays so haven't been able to find time to write much so I'm sorry if this chapter isn't that good

SERIES MASTERLIST

7 years ago

Jay's hands were shaking and his mind was racing at the speed of an atom bomb bursting and spreading its debris. With clammy hands and untied shoelaces, his mind was only on one thing.

'Y/N's going to do it today and I'm not letting her'

The air around him felt suffocating as he glanced at his watch. Sweat and exhaustion didn't deter him, as he ran across the bridge, inching closer to you, standing nonchalantly on top of the grills, looking down at the trembling waters below, with an emotionless face. Your hands were gripping the bars tightly as your mind twisted itself into bits and pieces.

"Y/N no!" Jay cried out, as he reached you, putting an arm on yours, as far as he could reach. "No love, your stronger than this come on." He said in a soothing tone. As he looked back to this memory, he often wondered how he could ever had concealed his own tears.

Your tear stained face turned to him, blank expression on your face, and your grip on the metal bar getting looser. "Please Jay." You begged, feeling a sob come into your throat, "Please let me go, I'm begging you."

Your tone of voice was enough to break him into shards of glass.

"Y/N please we can talk about this." He begged back, his tears still enclosed in his eyes. "Maybe I'm done with talking Jay!" You cried, the imprisoned sob coming out of your throat, "I'm done Jay! Now please let go."

“You know if you jump, I’ll jump too.” “You wouldn’t.” “Oh, you don’t know how much I love you to not do that." You knew you couldn't beat him at his words.

"Y/N come on." Jay said, his words flowing like the calm evening wind, "Who will I have to pick Salvias with me I you do this huh? Who will I have to walk home with everyday? Who will I have to steal my chocolate and crash over at my place to rant about her new crush?"

A pathetic giggle leapt out of your mouth as you turned your body to Jay's and climbed over the bridge, falling into Jay's arms like an autumn leaf. "I'm here I'm here it's alright." Jay rubbed his hand down your back as you sobbed into his arms, his hands supporting your tired head, "Shh my yarrow shush now It's alright."

Current time

"Jungwon please tell me this looks good." You spun out of your room in your dress, posing uncertainly in fron of your assistant whose eyes went wide as his clapped his tiny hands together excitedly.

"It looks amazing Ma'am. This is the one!" He giggled, "I'm sure Mr Park would want to date you for real now." "Has anyone ever told you you're adorable?" You raised an eyebrow at him as he went red, "Don't worry Kayla will love you in that suit."

You checked yourself out in the mirror as your eyes traced the beautiful dress. Off shoulder with blue beads beautifully decorating the golden silk, it was the dress of your teenage dreams. Funny for Jay to have sent it to your room with the note "Get ready. It's party time."

Nevertheless you hadn't objected knowing that if you did this, you'd be out of this stupid fake dating deal. Yet something inside your heart ached. It ached for you to call out to Jay, to tell him you still remember everything about him, from his favourite song to his nickname for you.

My yarrow, he would call you.

Yarrow. The one flower whose meaning you never knew. Your mother never told you, and the book with the meanings sewed in never revealed its secret. You were convinced that Jay made the word up, until one day you saw a beautiful bouquet of flowers from the window of the shop across and realised that it actually did exist after having tea with the shop's old owner. Nevertheless Jay refused to tell you the meaning of it to this day. And as much as it angered you, you found it quite romantic, to be called by a name you knew not of.

"Jay did you maybe plan to tell me what this party was for or did that skip your big brain?" You questioned as the car moved speedily across the road. The hotel you were staying at was a big one, the size of two football fields to be approximate, and you had heard that there was a luxurious party hall just a few miles from the main hotel. Excited wasn't exactly a word you'd use to describe your current state, as you adjusted your tight fit dress, admiring the sheen coming off from it. You noticed numerous other cars parked outside of the party hall which, to have a description of it as 'grandeur' would be an understatement. It was big, bigger than the hotel, with mighty pillars supporting it, gold gleaming off of every corner, stone gargoyles keeping menacing guard.

"Come on Y/N." Jay opened his car door, "This party may be our only chance to break this deal." You swallowed the lump in your throat and climbed off the car, uncertainty clouding your thoughts.

Jay's arm felt like cotton at your waist. He was so afraid to touch you, to remind you that he used to be yours, and you used to his.

His yarrow.

No one else's ever. And yet there was that lingering bitterness in him. Why hadn't you stopped him? He wanted to turn back, knowing you'd love that, but why didn't you stop him?

"Woah this is-" you stared at the interior of the party hall, "-dramatic." Your words rang with nothing but truth as you stared at the brightly lit hall. Chandeliers draped from everywhere and huge curtains of what seemed like red silk decorated the seams with grandeur. People parading around with champagne clutched in their grimy hands stopped in their tracks as their eyes fell upon Jay and you.

"Mr Park! Welcome!" A raucous voice came towards your ear as you saw Mr Hwang from the meetings step forward, glasses of champagne in his hands. "Mr Hwang." Jay bowed curtly and took the glasses handing one to you.

God his perfume smelled good.

"And how do you do Miss Yang?" Mr Hwang's starry eyes directed towards yours, taking you off balance. "Oh I'm doing quite well thank you." You shot a polite smile at him, as you noticed, from the corner of your eye, Choi Minho, standing and glaring while sipping his champagne.

"Y/N come on." Jay tugged at your arm, making you turn your head towards his. "Y-yeah sorry." You quickly apologised, making your way across the crowd with Jay leading you. You noticed how the eyes turned to you viciously as if you were a fire spitting dragon threatening everyone in your presence. In a faint try to ignore them, you sped up and walked at Jay's pace, keeping your head down and looking at his shoes.

"Ignore the eyes darling." Jay whispered in your ear, one hand snaking around your waist, "They're just jealous." His words provided a sort of comfort to you as you finally reached up to a place to sit down.

Great, you thought, now come the vultures.

It had been exactly two and a half hours and you had downed twenty glasses of rose champagne. The sweet bitterness of the drink ran through your veins fast, like cold winter chill.

Winter, such a pleasant season.

All the flowers would wilt and you and Jay would have the task of settling the mud down. It was beautiful to watch the snowflakes fall like a crown on his messy hair, as he worked his hands through the cold mud. Good times, you thought.

The room kept melting into nothing as the voices of your boyfriend and all the guests bored into your mind.

Wait boyfriend? No not boyfriend.

Fake boyfriend, you reminded yourself as you drowsily laid an arm on Jay.

"Jay~" you let out an involuntary giggle into his chest, "wanna go home." Jay'd arm which rested on your shoulder shuddered as he felt you sink into him. He felt warm, warmer than he had before, as he looked at you rubbing your nose against his suit.

"Im sorry gentlemen." He stood your figure up gently, keeping a protective arm round your waist, "We'll have to continue the conversation next time."

"Jayy-" your mouth drawled as you snuggled into Jay's grip. He did have a comforting grip, which you wanted to melt into as he carried you to your bed.

This was familiar, you thought, his hands tracing your body, as if he was tracing lines of art.

Familiar, too familiar.

Jay settled you down gently on the bed and wrapped the blankets around you as your eyes fell upon his dimly lit face. His lips.

"Jay." You breathed out, inching closer to him, hands gripping his collar. "My yarrow you're too drunk." Jay recoiled from you, placing his hands on top of yours to shove the grip off of his collar. But you didn't budge.

The speed at which it happened shocked Jay, your lips swiftly landing on his, bringing back drunken memories for him. Your lips still felt like his childhood couch, where he had let you drift off to sleep as he cried himself to sleep about not wanting to leave you. 'God please let our paths intertwine again', a silent prayer used to leave his tongue. Your lips still lingered with the taste of Iris and Hyssop bundled up with lilac ribbon and handed off to Mrs. Next door for school credit.

Jay's hands unknowingly made his way to the slit of your dress, squeezing your thigh hard as you moaned with not a tint of holiness into his lips.

"Jay- want you." You whined, feeling his fingers grip your skin. "So do I darling." He responded, reaching up your thigh, making sure not to commit the mistake he had made years ago.

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[maulie-dyke]

All My Dreams Take Place in Heaven, Where It's Quiet Lying Next To You

For @novaemberbingo 2023: Prompt- Outfit + Library

Cyrille paced back and forth across her bedroom, hands twisting around each other, well aware she was spiralling into a panic but completely uncaring all the same.

“I can’t do this. Everyone will be able to tell.”

Elouan, from where he was lounging across their bed, responded, “You can do this, darling. Do you remember what I told you when you first told me?”

He rolled over to face her and opened an arm, beckoning her to join him. Sighing deeply, she walked to the edge of the bed and flopped into his waiting arms, shoving her face into his shoulder.

“Tell me again, Elouan,” she said, absently rubbing circles into Elouan’s arm.

“I said: I’m in a bit of awe, I thought you were Cyrille’s sister or something. You could go to court in a dress and no one would be able to tell you were born a man. And then you punched me for being insensitive.”

“I did…and it seems to have worked. You’re the only person who really sees me. But…I don’t know…are you sure nobody will recognize me? If even one person thinks they’ve seen me before and puts it together, I’ll lose my job, my status, and will be decapitated and burned alive!” She was getting frantic, her heart pounding through her chest, breath quickening to a frantic wheezing. 

“It will be fine, everything will be fine. Here, breathe with me,” Elouan grabbed her hands and tucked her further into his chest, encouraging her to match her breathing to the movement of his chest, “If it gets to be too much, then we can just come back home, make a nice cup of tea, and I’ll read you some poetry or something.”

“That sounds a lot nicer than what I thought I’d do,” she replied, muffled into her lover’s chest. It was becoming easier to breathe, easier to exist without the world seeming like too much. 

“And what would that be? I’m assuming something impulsive, knowing you.” Elouan wasn’t as subtle as he liked to think he was. Cyrille was well aware that he was trying to distract her out of her panic, and worse yet, it was actually working. 

Sighing, she responded, “Maybe…I was probably going to get overwhelmed and run back home as quickly as I could. Probably be crying as well, then shut myself in here, never to be seen again.” 

Elouan laughed at her dramatics, a lovely, undignified snort that made her giggle every time. “Yeah, I think my idea is better.”

“You think pretty highly of yourself, Elouan,” she teased, pulling away from his embrace to get dressed into her favourite outfit- her sole dress, the solitary set in her vast closet that actually felt like herself. 

Wriggling into her stays, she turned to Elouan, silently requesting his help in lacing everything up and adjusting the extra bits and bobs that gave the illusion of a full bust and wide hips, rather than her narrow chest and narrower pelvis. 

Elouan sighed affectionately at her as he responded, “Shush, Cyrille. What do you say?”

“Alright,” she sighed, running her fingers across the luxurious blue silk of the dress she held. Spinning to face her lover, she put on her best ‘you love me so you’ll do what I want’ face, and asked, “Can we go to the library? I’d like to see if they have some texts about demonic possession and witchcraft.”

“Is this about that necromancy expert I hired? Again?” She knew her lover well enough to know he was exasperated at her bringing up his ‘expert’s’ questionable expertise, but all the while amused at her sincerity. 

Well, Elouan would say she was like a dog with a rope, stubborn and unwilling to let go of a topic. Tomato, tomato.

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Ambling their way through the streets hand in hand with Elouan, Cyrille was not freaking out, thank you very much. She was fine. Not nervous. Completely normal, going about her completely normal day with her completely normal boyfriend. She’s not nervous, shut up. 

“So…how is it?” Elouan spoke up from beside her, his warm brown eyes focusing on her face. 

Nervously tapping her fingers across the back of the hand she was holding, she responded, “It’s not as bad as I thought it’d be. Nobody’s giving me weird looks yet. I am still very nervous though.”

“See! I told you! Unrecognizable, especially with your hair up. Everything will be fine, trust me,” Elouan said, beaming, as he ushered her up the steps of the library. 

“I’ll try,” she sighed, dropping her voice to a whisper as they entered the quiet environment. She may have trouble with situational awareness, but she knew enough to know you were quiet in a library. Thanks , mother. 

“But you might have been right on coming out here. A rare occasion,” she continued. 

They were deep within the folklore section by that point, and Cyrille was left hoping that there would be at least one text that was missed when any and all of the books containing topics ‘wrought upon by the devil’ had been last purged. Alas, her luck was nonexistent. 

She groaned and dropped her head onto a bookshelf, hoping they were deep enough in the bowels of the library so she wouldn't be stared at too closely. 

“Hey! I’m right most of the time,” Elouan responded, reshelving a book she had pulled out in her research. 

“Sure, Elouan. Say whatever you need to make yourself feel better,” she quipped.

“Oh, be quiet Cyrille.”

Giving up, she returned her final book to its spot and turned to her lover. “I think not. Anyways, do you want to go to the market? I want some flowers for our bedroom.”

“Sure, I think we may need some bread as well. And I’d like to buy you a new hair ribbon.”

“Elouan! You don’t have to,” she protested. It seemed like every time they went to the market for one thing or another she returned with yet again another hair ribbon, sparkly trinket, or some other object that had caught Elouan’s eye.

“I want to! Pretty ladies shouldn’t have to buy their own hair ribbons,” he said, ushering her from the library, offering his arm as they made their way back down the stairs. A true gentleman, her lover was. 

“Well, if you are insisting, I won’t stop you,” she teased. 

Elouan laughed, victorious, as she turned her gaze to her lover, basking in his vibrant joy. 

____Author's Note____

I wanted to get SOMETHING out for Novaember before November actually ends, as I am a full-time student about to go into final exams (rip), and am by far a much better (and faster) academic writer, so here's something that's been in my drafts for months half-finished. I'm planning on doing a bunch more of the prompts, but no promises that anything else will actually be out during November.

This is completely un-beta'd, so some grace and/or tips on whether this is actually accurate to the characters would be appreciated- especially since I've never a) written men or b) dated/liked men so hopefully Elouan doesn't read too much like a butch lesbian. Big thanks to my roommate for listening to my complaints and questions while writing this- especially considering the fact that she's never read the comic lol.

Title is from 'Crying During Sex' by Ethel Cain

Historical notes:

-- Cyrille isn't being dramatic when she's talking about how she would be murdered for being trans- if anything she's understating. The likeliest punishment would be decapitation, since she's canonically nobility, and/or burning at the stake, for 'gender fuckery'. -- All of the outfit pieces described are historical pieces that would have been worn at the time- with some additions based on what I think would have been done for gender affirmation, as I couldn't find any sources on what that would have looked like at the time. The best place for accuracy in historical clothing that I've found is costuming books, if you're interested. -- This isn't explicitly talked about in this fic, but Elouan's last name (Losa) indicates that he is either Spanish or Italian, and means 'slate'. Cyrille's surname (Valois) definitely indicates French nobility and may have connections to the historical House of Valois, who ruled France for about 250 years (would LOVE author confirmation/denial on this at some point). If she is descended from the House of Valois, it's likely through her mother's line, as the reason they lost the throne was that there was an absence of men the crown could go to (I like to think that Cyrille, by either a family curse or simply bad luck, is the first AMAB person in the Valois line since)

Not a historical note but still kind of important:

-- I write Cyrille as Autistic (or at least somewhere on the ASD spectrum) because I can see a ton of similarities between how Cyrille is written and my personal experiences with being Autistic, so she's also autistic. If you want the meta, let me know lol :)

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