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bugsbia · 7 months

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ʚ Kabukimono Nsfw Alphabet

ʚ BEFORE READING: Sorry for my recent inactivity, i am perhaps, just a little, burnt out. This is about the Kabukimono phase of Scaramouche's life specifically.

ʚ WARNINGS: none really needed, Kabuki is very soft and quite the virgin. Reader is a little dom, but not very.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Kabukimono is a softie for you, so naturally he'll give you aftercare without a second thought. He'll pamper you in kisses and tell you how much he loves you and how good you make him feel. He'll wanna fall asleep in your arms afterwards, just staying close to you! Don't forget to give him aftercare too though, he needs his love too.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of your body)

He loves all of you really, but your tits are his favourite. They're just so soft and warm, he can’t help but play with them during sex. Sucking on yours tits happily while he buries his dick inside you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

He’d cum inside you if you let him, he likes the way it makes him feel so close and connected to you. Don't surprised him he quietly begs for your permission to cum inside when he starts getting close.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

When you cry from pleasure? sends him reeling. The first time it happened he got worried, thinking he'd hurt you or pushed you too far, but when you explained that overwhelming pleasure can cause you to cry he became addicted to it. He does everything within his power to make you cry everytime.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Sweet Little Kabukimono has no experience at all, and we all know that. He’s a bit shy about it, but not ashamed. He just wants you to lead him through it, show him how things work and teach him how to make both himself and you feel good.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Big fan of cowgirl but more so when he’s sitting up opposed to laying back, he likes being able to wrap his arms around you and nuzzling into your neck or between your tits. He’s a bit clingy.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s not so much goofy in a playful way, but goofy in an inexperienced way. He’s trying his best to learn the ropes though, so don’t get upset with him, he just wants to please you. Have fun with it.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

As mentioned in the Scaramouche one, he’s a puppet and most likely hairless. Though he can’t really change that as Kabukimono since Dottore isn't around.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Intimacy is a need for him, he isn’t really here for recreational sex (most of the time). To him it’s something very intimate and he loves that, he loves being so close and romantic with you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t masturbate often, but he will if you’ve been too busy or are away on a trip. Though it’ll never feel as good as when you help him, he needs you. He’ll spend the entire session whimpering and whining to himself about how he misses you so much and how he needs you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

As mentioned earlier, dacryphilia. He thinks it's just so nice when he sees you crying because he makes you feel so good, it's like wordless praise to him. Aside from that he might slip out some "mommy's" here and there, the mommy issues go hard for him, especially when you teach him the ropes.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The cosy comfort of your bed. If you two share a bed then it's a nice moment of intimacy in a place only for the two of you, if you don't then he'll love being in your bed, in your space. Makes him feel special, that he gets to be in your spaces and do such things with you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Wrap your arms around his waist and kiss his neck, it'll do it for him. The close contact and the way it feels, he can't resist your touch, the way your lips feel against his skin. He'll be a mess within seconds if you're not careful.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sorry but Kabukimono can’t be mean to you during sex, he’ll feel bad. He’s too sweet for his own good, and he really doesn’t wanna upset or hurt you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He likes giving and receiving, but prefers giving, he's a big giver. He's quite shy though, he worries he's not doing good enough or that it'll be gross for you if you go down on him, but once he gets into it and learns a bit he will gladly give or receive any day.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Typically he'll go for slow and passionate, he likes the intimacy of the act and things end too quickly if you're going fast. Though he isn't totally against it, at the end of the day he wants to do his best to please you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

As mentioned just before, he prefers slow and passionate sex, he's a soft guy and just wants to be close to you. To savour the way you feel, the taste of your skin, the way your lips feel. But, he will indulge if you really want to have a quickie, but not often. He thinks waiting is more worthwhile.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He is always down to try new things within his limits, those limits being he simply does not want to hurt you or cause you any discomfort. So he'll decline if you ask for those sort of things, but beyond that he'll try it at least once.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

As we know Kabukimono is a puppet, and therefore he has practically infinite stamina. Meaning he'll go on for as long as you desire, and as long as there isn't anything else either you or he have to attend to.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Before you he had never considered the concept of sex toys, he didn't know the existed, so he didn't have any and had never used them. Once you brought up the idea he was confused at first, naturally, but willing to learn and try new things.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He hardly knows how to tease, he's awkward and clumsy, doesn't know how these things work. Eventually, if you push him in the right direction, he'll get the hang of it though.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Kabukimono can be fairly loud, he whimpers and whines a lot, he can't help it when you just feel so good. He'll try keep it quiet but it isn't rare for him to get too excited, meaning you'll have to help him keep quiet a bit. He'll gladly suck on your fingers if you want him to.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He cries too sometimes, after long sessions he just gets so sensitive and so overwhelmed with pleasure that he can't hold back a few tears. He looks so pretty when he cries too, it makes his eyes glisten.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

His body is quite slim and delicate looking, smooth pale skin blemish free, untouched. His skin is so soft too, just feels so smooth and nice under your fingers. As for his size, he's around 6~ inches, the tip is a pretty light pink colour and super sensitive.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is pretty normal, and he's pretty good at controlling himself when it comes to being on his own. That said though, if you're around it's a bit harder, especially if you're being touchy with him. He's just a touch starved virgin after all.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Puppets do not need sleep, so he probably won't fall asleep. He'll probably just go back to doing whatever tasks he had for the day, maybe he'll make you some food. If he isn't busy then maybe he'll nap with you a bit.

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qawcamiz · 1 year

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A Reward

VAL + MLIST ; Happy Valentine's! It doesn't intrude on anyone if you'll be spending the particular day this month brings in, alone, we can spend it together with these one-shots I've prepared just for you, hoping it would send passion to you.

NSFW : office sex, secretary x ceo, humiliation, dominance, cockwarming, teasing, fingering, exhibitionism, praise, teasing, pet names, riding, cursing, degradation, penetration, etc.

note : I was only gonna do one character but since I've been inactive, yall take this, Happy Valentine's! The poll's ending and so far, secretary y/n x ceo is in the lead, whatever won would be the result for the female version as well. 💗

[ male ver. ] — Al Haitham, Ayato, Dainsleif, Diluc, & Tartaglia

│ AL HAITHAM

doing something nasty with your boss was something you never thought would ever happen to you in your lifetime of work at a publishing company, especially in your life as a bitter individual, but here we are, with the most recent edition in progress. you felt your stomach flip whenever he would thrust up his cock inside you further, the warmth radiating off his body seeping into yours, and that one thing you had always been discreetly craving for came right back again.

it's funny how all those sexual thoughts about him that you have never really let yourself admit to anyone, in particular, come rushing to mind when you think about what it might be like to fuck him, to have sex with him, it’s almost enough to make you feel ashamed from your desires.

"S-Sir... Please..." you begged him, and though it was difficult for you not to plead with him since he liked edging and teasing you like this to get you into positions where you would just do what he said or say something he wanted you to, you pushed your best to the limit to withstand him.

"Can't even wait until I finish my work, huh? Like a naughty thing you are, entering my office without even knocking first." He whispered seductively, You bit your lip, hoping you didn't make things worse for yourself by refusing to look at him. "I'm sorry... I-It won't happen again... I... Was just in hurry to- to get the work done as fast as p-possible so you'd get off early, s-sir..." you explained, your voice quivering and barely audible, but you were doing everything you could to hide how flustered and embarrassed you were at that moment. You didn't want to seem weak before him, it would only make him more determined to have you as his cocksleeve,

He hummed in reply, and you heard the shuffling of papers behind you, "So what? You want me to award you or something for doing that? I never asked you to rush the work, but if you must insist on having your head held down, then I can't deny you this." he told you. You gulped and looked at him sheepishly, You weren't exactly sure what he meant, but you knew for a fact that you wouldn't refuse anything he asked, especially if it involved getting to kiss him or touch him, you just couldn't help yourself sometimes, you had fallen hard for him. "if you can wait for me to finish this, who knows? I might even consider rewarding you."

│ KAMISATO AYATO

The sound of skins clapping and your wails are the only voices that permeate the room. You’ve lost trail of time after all this. In a way, You wouldn't lie, it was kind of nice though, being so immersed in the sensation of someone else or rather your 'boss' who's doing you to such a great extent that it leaves you feeling like a mess.

The chimes that come out of your mouth were loud enough to drown out any thoughts and doubts that might come to the surface, even if you try not to think about them at all. You're not certain how long you've been laying there with your hands clutched together, but all you could think at the moment is how much satisfaction he had given your body from the inside.

"You've been working pretty hard, (y/n)," You felt an arm caress your waist, Ayato pressed his lips against your neck. "And for that, You deserve a reward." His lips move to smooch your skin as he speaks to you, sending shivers down your spine every time. It's almost like he knows precisely what you feel and how to please your body just right, leaving you unable to move on your pact.

the way his cock moved inside your tight walls while he fucked you into thoughtlessness and made you enjoy the moment better... It made your heart beat faster, He was so fine, the way he would move with his lips on your neck and his cock into you made everything more severe than it should have been.

"A-Ayato~" you couldn't help but whine loudly when he started moving slowly in and out of you from behind. The oscillations of his hips against your own caused warmness to pool between your legs, stretching out through your whole body and making you want more. He groaned and bit your earlobe. "Normally, I'd be furious for you calling me by my name informally just like that, but today I'm just too busy here to care," Ayato said in between heavy pants. Your mind went blank as you felt him hit that particular spot, causing you to arch up and let out another moan that sounded less like a word and more like a plea.

│ DAINSLEIF, & DILUC

you were always curious about his reputation, in fact, you never get how your workmates are drawn into him! He was all cold and mysterious, always working at his desk and barely interacting with his employees. But then again, there is no shortage of people who are frigid and bizarre, to begin with. You know this. everyone was envious of you for being taken the yield of as his 'assistant' but that's just how things are between the two of you. It's not like he behaves toward you differently or anything, it's just that you can see right through the facade he puts up when it comes to his emotions toward others.

so now it's all weird to say that you're giving your boss the best day ever, How did it happen? it was because you had an argument with him and now with his dick inside your mouth, it felt really good, especially when you heard some sounds coming from his pretty lips. He sounded like he was having trouble controlling himself and you thought he would stop you but he didn't. so that's when your brain finally clicked. you were both horny, and the only way to relieve that pain would be to do something to each other.

but no, you were being disciplined for speaking disrespectfully toward him, and now would you even call this punishment? giving him a head like this makes you feel incredible, especially when your hands roam around his body, touching what you could brush. you don’t know how to describe his body, he has a ton of muscles that move with every movement he makes. it’s all amazing to you. you wish this feeling will last permanently because right now you think you could fall asleep with this man's cock inside your mouth, your lips wrapped around his shaft.

you’ve been sighing softly and he seems to be getting a kick out of this too. maybe he finds it as arousing as you do, maybe he's aware of what you want, or maybe he doesn’t give a damn either. you don’t know but he seems to be getting more impatient, and soon his hand is on your hair, pulling slightly so you open up further to take a better hold of his cock. “oh... your mouth... Fuck” he mutters breathlessly before thrusting into your throat harder than before. you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second and you don’t think that’s fair because this isn’t even fucking you yet.

the noises he makes and how his dick slides into your mouth smoothly feel like heaven in the best way possible. he’s almost completely out of breath by now and looks like he might collapse any moment. you have him now, your fingers tightly wrapped around his shaft, pumping him with your mouth as hard as you can just to earn his forgiveness.

| TARTAGLIA

Your tight walls hugged his cock as if they were the very walls of your heart. Your hands held resting on his shoulder with your weight as you pressed your body onto him. You rode him hard until he cried out in euphoria. His face was buried in your neck, his hair was soft, and his scent was intoxicating.

He felt you squeezing his hips to keep his cock deep inside of you. He was aching for discharge, you could sense it. But the instant his hand wrapped around your waist, you gasped. His touch left an ice-cold trail across your back. The way his fingers traced circles on your skin made you shudder. He had that effect on you that no one else ever could. It was so powerful, so captivating. It wasn’t until that moment that you realized how much you liked this.

You like all of the noises he's making, the feeling of your thighs against each other, the roughness of your bare legs digging into his chest. You're sure that it makes him think of other things too when you're fucking him, but you don't mind at all. There's just something about having someone so passionate about sex, but so careful with everything else as well. "You're so tight..." he groaned, It's like you're in sync with each other, both of you moving in perfect tandem. You want to be as close to him as possible. So when he touches your shoulders or your ass, you let go and take his hand wherever you can reach. And that feels good. You love his big strong hands roaming over you. They are bigger than your own but softer. Like when he caresses you from behind, his touch lingers as it travels upwards.

"Not only were you good at seducing others," he says, "But you also knew what you were doing." His breath tickles your ear and you shiver. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your hole has you moaning softly. It seems like the only thing that sounds louder than your breathing, and that alone makes you crave more. Your body aches for more. Your eyes flutter closed, enjoying the feeling of having him inside you. You move your hips up again and again, pushing yourself against him as if trying to draw every bit of his cock into you. It drives both of you insane. All of it. Everything.

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m1lflov3rrr · 7 months

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Can’t Help Falling in Love (With You, Over and Over Again)

Pairing: Larissa Weems x fem!reader

Warnings: none, just heartwarming fluff <3

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: You were away for a year, and thought you’d surprise your wife at the night of the Rave’n…

A/N: Hello loves, so so sorry for being inactive!! I’ve been very busy with school, but I am writing one of your requests at the moment :))

You were nervous, to say the least.

It had been exactly one year since you saw her.

Let us rewind a bit, shall we?

You had been together with your wife, the formidable Larissa Weems, for 8 years. And tonight was the night of your anniversary, when you got engaged. It was on this day, exactly 9 years ago that she had asked to marry you. The night of the Rave’n dance. You weren’t surprised that she had chosen this specific event for the proposal, you knew how close to Larissa’s heart the Rave’n was. You found it to be the most adorable thing ever.

And tonight was the night of the Rave’n, once again.

You had started your own business a few years ago, a law firm. And last year it had gained an unexpectable amount of success, so much so that you had to leave her and expand the business across the country in California.

Obviously she couldn’t have come with you, she had a school to run.

You were glad of how supportive and understanding Larissa was, and even though she tried to keep a strong façade and pretend like she’s okay with you leaving for such a long time, you could see right through her. You knew how much your absence affected her. It sure as hell did affect you.

But every day, you both made time in your schedules for a video call. Twice a day, every morning, every night. Asking how your days had been, updating each other on the latest events.

And you made that system work. Although the distance was gnawing at you both, you somehow managed to make it work.

Your business had expanded three times bigger during your stay in California, and when you finally were informed by your assistant that everything was organized for your stay to be over, that you had enough employees and that the business was thriving, you immediately booked a flight back home.

And it was perfect, actually. You wanted to surprise her, and the Rave’n was the perfect place to do it. (And also, you couldn’t help but love dramatic entrances, as well.)

You were sitting on the taxi, on the phone with your dear friend and your wife’s co-worker, Marilyn. You wanted to make sure everything was perfect for tonight.

You did keep in contact with her frequently as well, asking her updates on her life, (and also asking her how Larissa’s doing, since she was pretending to be all fine when talking to you).

Marilyn had told you, how lately the usually most modest, organized and practical woman had been more snappy and stressed than usual. And she didn’t have any extra workloads or anything, so you knew it was because of you. Because lately, you had been so busy that you were only able to call her once a day.

It didn’t seem like a big thing or anything, surely she wouldn’t be affected by such a small change? Wrong.

Larissa was definitely affected by it. She always had to be in order, having things to go her way and sticking to her schedule, that such a small change did, in fact, take a huge toll on her. And you felt incredibly bad about it.

Last year, you had left the day after the Rave’n. You wanted to stay for that night, to make your last night there unforgettable. And it was only so ironic and fitting that you were coming back the exact day, tonight. And Larissa knew nothing of it. That was the best part. You loved making surprises.

And tonight would make the greatest surprise of all.

”And you’re sure she has no idea?” You asked Marilyn as you were checking yourself out on the mirror. You were in her private quarters getting ready with the redhead.

You had a gorgeous silk gown on you that was definitely accentuating every curve on your body, paired with matching high stilettos.

(Or, imagine your own!)

When you saw the dress on one of your shopping trips, you knew it’d be perfect for tonight. The dress was expensive, but with your now-high salary, it really didn’t matter. It was graceful, but still left little to the imagination with an open back and its tight, but comfortable fit.

”Trust me, Y/N, the woman’s clueless. She was literally venting on me yesterday about having to spend the Rave’n completely alone. You have no idea how hard it was for me to just not spill the plan right there and then.” The redhead responded as she was putting on her black, gem earrings.

You smiled, feeling those nervous butterflies in your stomach about what was going to happen very soon now.

”Good.”

”Okay, the dance starts in 15, and I have to be there early to greet the students at the entrance. You know what to do, right?” She asked as she slid on her striking red boots.

You nodded, smiling thankfully at her in the mirror as she picked up her purse and waved you goodbye before rushing out the door.

This was going to be one hell of a night.

And before you knew it, you were standing at the entrance, waiting for your call.

You had planned everything out perfectly. The very same song that played on the night she proposed, would start playing any moment now, and then you’d enter the venue.

And then, sooner than you thought, that beautiful piano melody began enchanting your whole being as the doors opened.

Wise men say…

Larissa, who was standing in the middle of the venue, frowned as she heard the music - it sounded vaguely familiar. She soon recognized it and smiled at herself, maybe a bit sentimentally, being reminded of your absence. (Or so she thought.)

She had really been struggling lately, missing you. You were her everything, her world, her whole being. She simply didn’t know how long she could survive without you anymore, she thought she’d burst with how much she just needed you in her arms at this moment.

Only fools rush in…

You nervously walked inside, scanning the room with your eyes. Many people were already looking at you, in awe and in surprise. They didn’t know either that the principal’s wife would make it here tonight.

The children had grown to love you over the years as you naturally hung out a lot at the Academy.

Several gasps could be heard across the room, causing Larissa’s attention to divert to the doors.

And she saw you.

And her entire world froze.

But I can’t help…

Was she dreaming? Did she have a fever? Was she really missing you that much that she had started seeing things? Imagining things?

But her racing thoughts were interrupted as you gracefully walked over to her, cupping her cheeks with your hands.

”Hello, my love.”

And at hearing your voice, feeling your touch, she realized that it was all real. That you were real.

You saw how her eyes began glistening with unshed tears, and an almost inaudible sound, barely above a whisper came out from her lips;

”Darling…”

Falling in love with you.

And her hands practically flew to the back of your neck, pulling you close and connecting your lips after all this time.

And it was so magical, and the whole room had their eyes on you. Everything was perfect.

You smiled in content against her lips, glad to be home again.

”I missed you so much, Rissa. You have no idea. May I have this dance?” You whispered, watching how a single tear was running down her cheek. You wiped it away with your thumb as you placed another loving kiss on her lips.

And your wife seemed to still be so incredibly shocked, that all she could mutter out was a rushed; ”Always.”

Oh, take my hand…

She pulled you into the warmest hug you’d ever been in as you began swaying to the music, everyone else in the room gathered in a large circle around you two, admiring your moment and the unconditional love that was now felt by everyone in the dance.

Take my whole life too…

Larissa buried her face in your neck, breathing in your familiar scent and sighing with relief, you were at last, back where you were supposed to be. In her arms.

”Don’t you ever leave me for that long again.” She whispered to your ear, causing you to grin widely as you turned your gaze to meet hers.

For I can’t help…

”I wouldn’t dream of it. I’ll never, ever leave you again. Cross my heart.” You whispered back, sealing it with a kiss.

Falling in love with you.

#Spotify #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x you #larissa weems x y/n #wednesday #principal weems #larissa x reader #larissa weems x female reader #gwendoline christie

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yourstrulyrika · 24 days

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hey guys did u miss me :3 i am most likely back !!! i feel like i owe everyone an actual explanation what happened that i disappeared for a moment;

first, i was really sick and couldn’t really do a thing, and if i had the energy, i had no motivation, then i got 100$ stollen from me so i basically had a really low episode. sorry for the inactivity, i was sick for almost three weeks & had to go to doctors multiple times. there was more, but i don’t want to dump it all here, since it’s literally a fic post and those things are private so um!! yk.

either way, here comes the actual post, and then i’ll actually get to my rqs so no worries, i’m not missing anyone out! i might be just a biiiiit rusty. just a bit. i lowkey hate this i think

leon x fem!reader, of course it’s a smut, soft soft soft, soft dom!leon, lovelovelovelove, leon letting you try to ride him basically

the last thing Leon likes is being vulnerable. well, one of the last things. he hates being seen as weak, emotional. he’s the strong person of the relationship, he can’t show his emotions right? he’s so deep into that headspace that it was almost impossible to pull him out. he always found an excuse to not let you take care of him.

you would try and suggest taking control in bed, and he always found a way to make you stop thinking about it. it’s not that Leon doesn’t trust you. he trusts his darling more than anyone else, even himself sometimes, but letting someone take control over him just.. sounds weird. to him. he’s also nervous about lying back down and letting you do the job. what if you won’t like it or something? he doesn’t want to mess up. it’s just that Leon doesn’t know what to do when he’s not taking care of someone or when he’s not being ordered around.

when he finally agreed though, he still kept his hands on your hips. not bruising, but it’s still there, large hands holding onto your hips, controlling the pace. he’s not ready to let go fully, he has to hold onto even the slightest bit of control. it brings him a peace of mind in its own way.

but you also bring a peace of mind to him, and he finds himself letting go, even if a little. the feeling of your walls surrounding his length is enough to make him go stupid. Leon has always been quick to grow pussydrunk on you. every time you squeeze around him, he thinks he might bust a nut right there at this moment. the fact you’re so beautiful doesn’t help either; he finds himself losing in the sight of you all the time, his eyes blown out, that stormy blue of his almost nonexistent with his pupils wide.

“Goddamn, your grip on me isn’t fair…” he half whines half grunts it out — it’s true, though. you don’t even have to do anything and he’s already on his knees if you need him to. only for you though — there’s no way anyone else would ever have this type of grip on him. you’re squeezing him so damn hard, he’s losing his mind. he can’t help himself — he agreed to you taking control but he finds himself thrusting his hips up, taking over the pace because your pussy just feels too good.

when you stop moving your hips, he whines. he was feeling so good, but you took it away! looking at you with blown out eyes, he pouts his lips, only for you to remind him he’s supposed to let go. he knows you want him to relax and let you take control— but he just can’t, not fully. still, he tries.

his hands hold onto the fat of your hips, lifting your hips up and down, making you bounce on him, his heavy balls slapping against your ass and making loud clapping noises echoing through the room.

“Fuckkk, your pussy’s so damn good.. can’t hold back when you’re gripping me so fucking hard, feels ‘s warm,” your slick leaks down onto his pelvis, both of your juices mixing into a mess, your sweat mingling with his. one of his hand trails up, pulling you down to wrap his lips around your breast, suckling on it as if you were about to start leaking milk. you tug on his hair, clenching around his fat cock which causes him to groan around your nipple, resulting in you arching your back. he pulls away just a bit to attach his lips to your neck, a faint grin forming on his lips every time you react to his touch. he got you too dumb on his cock for you to keep reminding him that it’s his turn to be lying down and just taking it, just as pussydrunk he is on you, and he’s planning to use it. he still keeps you on top of him but he’s thrusting in and out of you so fast you can’t quite catch up, his pillowy lips all over you making you feel dizzy. you can feel his cock starting to throb and him getting just a tiny bit bigger. he’s relentlessly hitting your sweet spot which has you mewling for him, just the way he loves. it doesn’t take long before you cream all over his thick length, your toes curling and walls pulsing with every heartbeat of yours. soon enough, Leon follows suit, thick cum bursting out into deep your guts.

when both of you cool off from the peak, you grumble about how it was supposed to be him being the submissive one for once, but he just laughs it off with a kiss on your nose before speaking with that grin of his,

“Maybe one day, sweetheart. Gotta work up for it.”

#leon kennedy #resident evil smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy smut

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heespect · 1 month

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📼 ꒱ ⋆ We Can't Be Friends 𓈒 ݁♩

pairing :: hockey-player!sunghoon x student!reader

genre :: a little bit angst

sinopse :: where you have a crush on Sunghoon, but unfortunately he doesn't reciprocate your feelings

wc :: 1,3 k

-note :: hey guys, it's been a while since I was inactive. I ended up forgetting about this account and recently decided to write on it again, anyway, I deleted my two old works about Ni-ki and now I'm starting from scratch. Again, I'm sorry if the English is bad, you know, I'm not American.

Usually people used to call you heartless. Unlike all the other girls in your class, you hadn't even dated yet, and at that stage of your life, you preferred to pay more attention to your studies than to fall in love with some boy your age.

And then you entered your high school phase.

New phase, new school, and consequently new boys. You could say, maybe you had never studied with such handsome guys before, and oh… They definitely seemed to have come straight from paradise.

But among so many faces, there he was, the hockey team player.

Park Sunghoon studied in the same class as you, of course, your conversations never went beyond "hi" or "did you understand this question?" but still, his presence in the same space as you was able to attract your attention.

And consequently, accelerate your heart like never before.

Sometimes you would attend his hockey games, even without understanding any stupid rule there was, or you would be overly polite, always greeting him just to hear his sweet voice. You also laughed at his jokes, even if they were so bad.

So, it didn't take more than a year for you to end up being included in his circle of friends. You would hang out together sometimes, go out in groups for some activities after class, and then even have lunch together on some days.

But of course, there was still an implicit barrier between the two of you, which visibly ruined any chance of "being more than friends".

You wouldn't push it, just pretend everything was fine and secretly continue to fall in love with Sunghoon.

Even though deep down, you knew there would never be a slightest chance with him.

"Well, what do you think of Lee Y/N? I heard she likes you..." Your friend announced proudly, almost as if he were forcing Sunghoon to give an answer to that question. Loud whispers could be heard among the group of friends, and you shifted nervously in place.

"I'm not interested. I mean, she's not my type," he replied at the moment, causing the rest of the friends to respond in a loud chorus of understanding.

That day, you just faked a bitter smile and tried to break the tense atmosphere that had formed, saying words like "we're just friends, this doesn't even make sense" and then fell silent for the rest of the game.

The rest of the week hadn't been pleasant either, apparently all your classmates knew what had happened in that truth or dare game, they cast sympathetic glances, and the closest ones even tried to comfort you by saying that Sunghoon wasn't even that handsome.

But you knew it wasn't true.

The sun shone warmly through the open classroom windows, announcing the arrival of spring. You were alone in the classroom because that day it was your turn to clean the whole environment.

To be honest, there was nothing to complain about. You used to enjoy being alone at times, it was a good time for reflection, even if it was when you were cleaning your classroom.

Light knocks on the door startled you, making you jump before turning towards the source of the sound. There he was, Park Sunghoon, in his school uniform and his backpack slung over one of his shoulders.

"Are you alone here?" He offered a friendly smile, leaving his backpack in a corner of the room.

"My cleaning day..." You replied, wringing out a wet cloth that would later be snatched from your hands by him.

"Let me help," he shrugged, gently taking the towel from your hands to then scrub the classroom desks.

Heavens, your class was definitely unpleasant and disgusting.

Silence fell, there was no need to express verbally, he would know that you were grateful for his help.

"Hm, it's not that I don't like you..." He suddenly started, awkwardly scrubbing a dirty desk while trying to watch you.

You felt strange, as if a glacial cold was sending shivers down your body. Then you nodded vaguely, agreeing with his words.

"Oh, no need to explain..." A bitter smile spread across your face, but you kept pretending everything was fine in front of him.

"I mean, the problem isn't you," he emphasized.

The problem isn't you. Well, that sounded good to your ears, right?

Maybe he just wasn't really excited about getting into relationships. Maybe he just had the same thoughts as your past self before meeting him in the first year, he just wanted to focus on the hockey team and future college spots...

"I'm just not into relationships right now. I think that goes for all the girls..." Sunghoon rambled on for almost ten minutes, but still, you didn't fully pay attention to his words, just nodding along as your brain was hit with various thoughts.

Maybe I have a chance.

He just doesn't want anyone right now.

He just wants to focus on the team.

That doesn't mean I'm not his ideal type.

Later that afternoon, on the same day, you went out after school and went to an ice cream shop. You had great moments, and subconsciously Park planted in your head that maybe you would have a chance.

But all of that was wrong.

The school year began again, now being their last one before finally going to college and starting a new stage in their lives. You were confident in that year, in fact, your grades were still high, and your feelings for Sunghoon still remained.

In a way, you didn't mind anymore, he had already said he wasn't interested in anyone, and consequently that brought false hope for you.

But there was another name alongside that departure. Kim Sooha.

Sooha was beautiful, so incredible that you wondered for days how she could be real. She definitely had the Korean standard, she was so intelligent, but most of all, she was so nice that everyone fell in love with her personality.

And that included Park Sunghoon...

You weren't sure, but it all started during the summer vacation, before classes started. Sooha had a history of figure skating, and she used to give lessons at the ice rink managed by her family. What no one knew was that Sunghoon curiously frequented that same rink, which contributed to both of them starting a brief friendship.

Neither of them knew, but that same year, they curiously ended up in the same class, which further contributed to this bond of friendship growing.

And with that, confused feelings arose in Sunghoon's heart.

For a long time you believed that friends don't lie, but you should have known that at some point Sunghoon would fall in love, even if it wasn't with you.

For months you felt guilty, of course, besides Sooha becoming friends with Sunghoon, she also became friends with you, claiming that the boy often talked about his "good friend" to her.

And that was exactly the problem: because she was your friend, because of this closer proximity with Kim, you simply felt awful for trying to hate her.

Sooha definitely seemed like an angel on earth, she was kind to everyone and would never be able to hurt anyone. You knew that if you told her, the girl wouldn't even be able to get close to Sunghoon and have any kind of romantic relationship with him.

So you let her go.

Over time, the girl was already sighing when the subject was Sunghoon. You knew that the feeling became mutual, and the hockey player intended to take the girl as his date to the winter dance. It didn't take long for rumors to spread throughout the school in December: Sunghoon had asked her to the dance with a grand gesture involving the rest of the team, she had accepted, and consequently declared her love for him.

They became a couple, and all you could do was watch from afar and hope for the couple's happiness...

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Enemy's cruelty

Author's note: Hello, I know that I've been away for a long time and I'm sorry for that but I needed some time away. Recently I came back in the app and realised that I never posted this part so this is my way to apologise for being inactive for so long. I hope you will enjoy this.

Pairing: Ubbe x Reader.

Genre: Mini!series, drama, angst, slight romance.

Summary: You are planning to leave Ubbe after the news you received.

Warnings: Violence (emotional and physical), mentions of strangulation, mentions of marriage and strong language.

My enemy and me masterlist | Nemesis's wish |

History had always had this odd tendency repeating itself.

The first one was Ragnar Lothbrok. He cheated on his wife with princess Aslaug – Ubbe's mother – and she showed up on his doorstep with child – his child. Lagertha had no choice but to leave him. After all, that should be the actions of everyone who had a little bit of dignity left in them.

History is the greatest tutor. It taught you that being a great man, doesn't have to mean that you are an equally great husband.

The sons of Ragnar had a long legacy behind them from the past coming from their father and from the future because they were destined to score great achievements matching their father's reputation or even overcoming him. Though they were famous about their battle and political exploits, when it came to their intimate relationships things were completely the opposite. All their glory were coming in contrast to the infamous rumours surrounding them.

To be honest, the loyal husband didn't exist – or it was extremely rare to exist among them. It was a common secret that they had their affairs in the lands they were raiding, but it was only because they wanted someone to warm their bed for some nights before they come back to their families.

You had never cared about Ubbe's affairs. In fact, you wished something like that happened because you wanted to be free away from this who you hated passionately. But never guessed that the day your wish came true would come. Also, you would never believe that you could feel any other feeling than hate or disgust or anything bad about this awful man.

This was the worst thing that could happen and it did happen at the worst time possible. Ubbe and you had started developing weird feeling for each other – but probably it happened for the best. You were only in the beginning of feeling less abhorrence about the other person and luckily you were back on same terms before you would disappear from Kattegat for good.

Thinking about taking your child and walking away made your heart clench in your chest. You didn't want young Ragnar to grow up apart from Ubbe. You wanted them close, but you couldn't keep them close anymore. You couldn't stay and be more humiliated than before. It wasn't right neither for you nor for your son.

You knew you had to leave immediately and you would when the boy would recover from the flue. He was better the past three days – the fever was almost gone.

The same as Ubbe. Ubbe was barely around. You two couldn't stand each other in the same house. As you were informed by Torvi, he was having restless nights at Great Hall in the company of his brothers.

He wasn't seeing Margrethe anymore.

He barely talked to her.

He didn't talk at all to you.

You didn't talk at all to him.

The only moments his tired hoarse voice made it in your ears were when he was talking to your son, but even then you didn't want to hear him at all. His voice was irritating you even more than before.

You didn't want him around, but you couldn't keep him apart from his son – not when you were about to take him away from him in a matter of days.

You were trying not to think – especially not for him and not when he was around. It was even worse thinking about him and sensing his presence being in the same place as you were.

It was one of those moments, Ragnar was laying on his father's lap and was listening carefully to the stories Ubbe was telling him about his father and the cities they had raided. Ubbe was speaking about his family's legacy proudly and your son was looking at him magnetized. It felt like he was hanging from each word coming out of his mouth.

You dared to dream about a total different life for a damned second, but you erased that bloody thought from your mind the following one. There couldn't be any other alternative life that Ubbe and you could live happily married with Ragnar. You were meant to be at each others throat.

You turned around and pretended to clean your already cleaned house because you didn't want to look at him anymore. You didn't even want to breathe the same air as him.

It was all back to normal – you were back to hate him. The only difference was that after all these events you hated yourself more than you hated him. You were at fault more than he was because you let your guards down. Even for a little amount of time you let yourself change your feelings. It wasn't a wasn't a great change but still it was enough to get hurt.

Hopefully, you wouldn't get to be around him anymore if everything worked according to your plan. You didn't really like the idea of Ragnar growing up without his father, but you couldn't stay. You had been enough humiliated so far because of him and his mistress.

You would have left sooner if it hadn't been for your sick son, but he was getting better now. If your plan worked right, you would be away from this place in two nights from this moment. You would grab your son and leave at dawn before the any fisherman or merchant saw you. You had even paid some fisherman a great amount of gold to let you sail on his boat in the nearest town and there you would find your way alone.

Your mind was so absorbed in your thought about your escape plan that you didn't notice Ubbe and your son moving from the bed. Ubbe stood up and had the child on his lap before placing him inside his crib. After that he came behind you, standing there uncomfortably without saying a word. When, in fact, Ubbe wanted to say something – anything.

You almost startled when you faced him so close to you, but you didn't do any action that would let him notice. It had felt so long since the last time you were facing each other this close – the last time you had fought about his child with that girl. This time didn't feel any different.

You were standing facing each other without speaking, but there were so many unsaid things between you. So much tension that both of you couldn't unsee the fact that it existed.

Before, in moments like that – when you were staring at each other – you were throwing blades at each other. It felt like a whole single combat between the two of you. The first to take his eyes away from the other was the one who lost the battle. But this time, it didn't feel like it.

The anger and hatred were participating as any other time. Only now, another emotion was there too, in addition with the other two. It felt like guilt, coming from both sides for different reasons.

Though Ubbe was the one to blame for the best part of this situation they were put into. It would be only fair to let her go without any word and he knew it himself deep in his heart, but it was hard to accept it – to deal with it. They weren't in the best of terms ever – in fact not even close to good ones – but she had never left or had done anything to humiliate him in public. Their personal matters were kept to themselves within the walls of this house – though it was a common secret that they weren't getting along. Apart from that they kept themselves civil in public and in front of his family even though they knew everything about them.

Ubbe cleared his throat first. He had been wanting to say something since the moment he set his foot in the house, but couldn't form a word. But he knew that he couldn't keep himself from speaking. He had to say something – it felt now or never. Ubbe wanted to clear his position, to apologize. He knew that you wouldn't let him do so.

You were a proud woman – he knew it as he knew that you wouldn't let him say anything about the matter that would be keep things civil between you. In any case, this would end up bad, like it always did. You would fight again and this time it might be worse than the other times because this time you had something really serious to argue about.

"The child seems better." This was the only thing Ubbe managed to say.

You rolled your eyes at his statement and felt your blood boiling. It felt like he was in disbelief that you managed to take good care of your son and he was healthy all over again. You were mad at him for all the other situation with the slave girl, but him undermining you was worse than cheating.

"Did you believe that he wouldn't?" You tone was harsh and bitter. At the sound of it, Ubbe's expression changed. His features hardened and his jaw was clenched. The battle had started once more – like any other time.

"Would you blame me for that? It isn't like you are the most caring person around." His tone was matching to your own which enraged you even more than before. You had all rights of Midgard to be angry and he was trying to turn it to you being a bad mother because you were mean to him.

It wasn't like you didn't know it – you knew that your actions towards him wasn't kind but the opposite. But you weren't this way to your son. Ragnar the Younger was your only comfort, your only companion. The person who made you like your life when you hated it more than ever.

Your love for him was sincere. How could it now be, he was your only child even though he was also the son of your nemesis you couldn't feel any less love for the person who grew inside your body and got out of it. He was yours and you adored him.

"But your whore is, right?" You felt like you were going to strangle him to death with your bare hands. After your words, you didn't even wait for an answer of his or any movement, you were mad and you wanted to take it out of you without pressing your hands on his throat. You had never did something like that – you had slapped him, yes, but your hands never went further than that. "If you believe that she is, you are stupid enough. I have learned not to underestimate any rival of mine and I certainly haven't underestimated you or her. How could I underestimate a slave girl? Slave girls can do anything to get them out of the low position they are and be in power and when they manage to free themselves, they want more and more." A fire was dancing inside the color of your eyes. You were mad and you couldn't keep the words from getting out – you didn't want to keep them.

Ubbe didn't get to say anything. His eyes were glaring directly inside your own burning eyes – his gaze was no different than yours. He didn't answer and you after a short breath you started again with the poisonous words.

"It's so easy to notice that she is a gold digger after your status. Just by looking at the way she has all of you – the sons of the mighty Ragnar Lothbrok – wrapped around her little finger you can say it. You fools have sincere and true feelings for her – how pathetic. But I won't blame you, you can't choose who your heart belonges – unfortunately. Just don't ever judge me again. You can't because you don't me." One long breath again. Your eyes always on his – sign of you believing every word that came out of your mouth. Ubbe was listening to you, preparing for his own little speech.

"I won't deny that I am a cruel woman – I know I can be harsh and bitter, but that's how I grew up. It wasn't easy for me either. I am not a thrall, but all my life it felt like I was. My fate – it seems – is controlled by men, treating me like an object they can use to secure some kind of alliance or a womb that's only use is to produce heirs. But I am a woman – a person." You almost tear up, but before even your tear came make it further than your eye you manage to wipe it away.

When you finished, Ubbe was running his hand through hair, ready to speak himself.

"You speak a lot without really knowing what you are saying – yet your words is your truth. I am not saying that life was kind to you – I can't know what has happened to you before I met you, I can only assume. My life hasn't been kind as well. Everyone is expecting extraordinary things from me because of my father – a father that was never there for me. Most of my life I've been only with my mother – who was never really there – and my brother – Bjorn. If it wasn't for him, I probably wouldn't be the man I am." Ubbe was starting calmly and yet so intensely.

"As for Margrethe, don't judge her you don't know her the way me or my siblings do. The problem is between us – it had always been there. We are the people to blame about the tragedies of our lives. You and I have made mistakes and the worst of them all was our lack of interest in hearing to each other. You had problems and I had mine when we married and we let those problem tear us apart. Both of us haven't been the ideal person for the other, but here we other stuck with each other having a conversation that had to be made a long time ago.

"We fucked up our lives with our bare hands and now after all this time of failing ourselves we are called to deal with the consequences."

"You fucked up our lives big time." Your words came out in the most selfish way possible when his own were spoken wisely and reasonably. That was Ubbe people knew and loved.

"Me, alone? As if you are a saint." His bitterness was back, but it wasn't enough to make you stop. You were mad at him.

Yes, his words were right. You were the authors of your destruction and downfall, but his doing – his intimate relationship with her and the aftermath of it, their child – was the worst part of it and was his own doing. He had tore you apart and signed your end. He couldn't say it was both your doing. Well, partially it was, but Ubbe was the one to take the most of the credit about it.

"I am not, but I wasn't the one who humiliated you by sleeping and impregnating a thrall. Be the reasonable man you claim you are and accept the amount of the blame you have, along with the consequences that follow." You spoke calmer than before and took first your eyes away from his. You moved away from him to the crib of your son to check on him. He was asleep, luckily you were calmer than usual and he was able to take his nap.

"This incident is just the tip of the iceberg. We have equal amount of blame for the rift in our marriage." He continued behind you in a tired tone of voice.

Your eyes moved away from the small form of your son and moved to the much larger one of Ubbe. You rolled your eyes once more frustrated. You were done by this. You knew what you had to do to stop all these arguments and drama – you were going to leave just a couple of days had left for you to endure Kattegat and Ubbe.

"Which marriage are you talking about? There's no marriage. You destroyed that." You weren't yelling – just scoffing. But your words, you damn well that wasn't the entire truth. It would be the whole truth if you said that you both destroyed your marriage with your foolish actions.

Your scoffing made Ubbe even more than he was. He moved towards the table and sat down on one of the wooden chairs. You stayed at your former position. You were standing close to your son's crib in front of him.

"You are my wife and that won't change even though both of us would like that." Harsh and calm tone, enough to make your blood boiling for once more. Your lips pursed in a thin line and your jaw clenched.

"Yeah, I forgot you would love to free her and then marry her." Your own tone was an ironic one when you referred to her.

"I intend to marry her regardless."

Your eyes turned to meet his – his blue ones were already gazing you. It was one of those rare moments he caught off guard. For a moment or so you thought that you misheard him, but the fucking expression on his face told you otherwise – told you that you heard clearly his words.

"What?" Your voice wasn't louder than a whisper.

"I'll take her as a second wife of mine. I would tell you under different circumstances, but I have to realize that there would never be ideal or even better circumstances between us. So, yes, Margrethe will be my wife and she will give birth to my child." The whole time Ubbe was speaking, his eyes were studying you – your eyes, your expressions, everything.

You managed to take a couple of steps away from the crib. You couldn't even form a word, because you couldn't process his words.

"Your first and only wife you meant to say."

"You are my first wife."

"I am not your wife anymore."

Your whole conversation was happening – surprisingly – in the most civil way possible. No bitterness, not poisonous words, nothing. The first and hopefully the last time.

"This conversation goes nowhere. You are way too stubborn to understand a couple of things and I have a tone of fucking stuff to deal with. If you decide to calm down before the marriage, good. If not, then I'll take matters in my own hands the way I know." Ubbe stood up from the chair and moved towards you not too close, but not far enough.

"Don't do anything impulsive for your sake."

Low voice, quite threatening and eyes gazing deep in your soul. But you would never let him notice that. You were eyeing him the same way – you would never back down to none especially him.

"I am not afraid of you." Your voice was challenging and for the first time after days a vicious smirk formed on his face.

Ubbe leaned towards you, his hot breath fell on your neck. He took a sip of your scent before any word came out of mouth.

"Maybe not at the moment, but you will be." His voice was soft – softer than ever. Yet that was definitely a threat.

You didn't get to answer to that because he stormed out of the house, leaving you behind confused and angry – definitely not afraid.

The days felt insufferable. Each was another torment for you. You couldn't even step out of the door of your house, everyone was pointing their fingers at you, gossiping about your husband's offspring with the slave girl. They were mocking you – something that you proud self couldn't accept. You glared at them but that wasn't enough to restore your dignity. The only thing that would help your reputation would be to leave him for good and never ever step a foot on this damned grounds.

And the big was finally there. You were only an hour away from your freedom, but your heart was aching. It felt wrong and apart from this another strange feeling were eating you up alive. You felt like you shouldn't leave with your son, but this wasn't an option. You were out of options indeed at the end of the day.

You didn't bother to wake up Ragnar. You wrapped him in a thick fur and put your own black cloak on.

The sheet of snow on the ground and the roofs of the houses was thick. It was very cold this time of the night out there. You shouldn't be out, but you had to make it in the dock and leave to save any little dignity you had left after your husband's achievements.

You walked like a shadow in the way that led on the dock. Your weird feeling was getting stronger and stronger at each step you took towards the directions you wanted. It felt like your heart was trying to warn you not to go – not to leave Ubbe – but your mind was telling you otherwise. You had to leave, to get in that boat and move away from Kattegat.

Eventually, you made it on your destination and took off the hood of your cloak, but something felt off. Things didn't go as you planned them to.

Two men were standing in front of the dock and there wasn't any boat close enough. Moreover, the fisherman you had paid to help you was nowhere to be found. You were watching them like a hawk, trying to study them and find to get away somehow. There was no way back to Kattegat.

You turned around to step back – not to your house – to the forest. There should be a way to escape from the forest. However, when you did turned around, your eyes widened when you spotted Ubbe eyeing you with two men standing next him. Both of them were his brothers – Bjorn and Hvitserk. You couldn't read his face, but you knew by heart that he was angry and tried to hide it under this mixed expression.

Before you even thought about anything to say, Ubbe had already started walking in your direction. You couldn't really anything – you didn't need to. Both of you knew that this was the only right thing to do for the sake of your dignity, but Ubbe would never let you slip away in the middle of the night with his son on hands. Once Lagertha had managed to leave his father and Bjorn had gone her. Ubbe couldn't let you take his eldest away. He couldn't bear the thought of his boy growing away from him.

"I told you not to do anything impulsive, but per usual you didn't listen to me." Ubbe whispered to you when he was just a breath away from you. His hands wrapped around your son's little body and pulled away from your hands violently, waking him up by the way he pulled him.

The boy started crying and you yelling.

"Don't touch him! Give him to me! Ubbe!" You were yelling at him as he was walking at the other way around towards his brothers. You tried to reach him and take your son back, but the two men you saw earlier grabbed you by force by both of your arm and didn't let you approach. You were hitting them and were trying to break free but they were far more stronger than you. "No! No! No! You can't do that to me, Ubbe! NO!" You were yelling crying. Your son was crying as well on Hvitserk's lap. You sank on your knees, still trying to break free and reach your son. "You are a monster! I fucking hate you!"

Hvitserk was trying to calm down your son, but he couldn't unsee your state.

"Ubbe, maybe you should—" Hvitserk tried to reason with him, but Ubbe stopped him using both words and movements of his hands.

"Don't get involved in that, Hvitserk. This is between me and my wife." Ubbe's voice was stern as his steps were bringing him closer to your wrecked form.

"Your former wife. Former." You spitted as he was kneeling in front of you. He clicked his tongue inside his mouth when he heard you.

Swiftly his hand pulled your face by your chin and your eyes met – yours were burning full in tears and his had gone darker, they had the darkest shade of blue you had ever seen. Shortly after your eyes met, his hand moved from your chin to your throat. It wrapped around your neck so firmly that you almost couldn't breathe, but you didn't care at this point. The worst part of this situation you were into was your son's crying – it broke your heart. You wanted to reach him and caress him, sing to him and calm him down.

"You are my wife. Mine. Like it or not this is the way." Ubbe was speaking in hoarse and stern tone all the time. He was imposing and serious. "Now you have two options here and that's because I am a generous person. If it was for another man, you wouldn't have the option to see your son again, because you would be dead or worse." He left your throat and ordered his men to help you stand. At first you resisted, but eventually you did as he said. Ubbe stood up as well and for once more you were facing each other.

"Your first option is to leave. You are free to go where ever you like away from Kattegat – away from me." He started say and motioned to his men to set you free – something they did instantly.

You frowned you couldn't believe your ears. There has to be something there he wasn't going to let you leave just like that – not after all this chaos.

"But my son stays here. You will leave and never lay a foot on Kattegat. You will never see him again."

At the sound of this, you felt your heart clenching. It was like he had stabbed you with his knife directly in your heart and then ripped it out of your body. You couldn't leave your son behind and never see him again.

"No, I can't do that! You can't do that!" You cried and gazed only at your son, but Ubbe's hand wrapped around your jaw tightly and forced you to look at him, when you tried to look back at your son he didn't let you. He kept your face stable at your former position.

After your words, Ubbe smirked.

"So this leaves us with the second option. You will stay here, be my wife – my loyal wife – and you will move in the Great Hall with me. You will accept my marriage with Margrethe and give us your blessing. Also, you will never try to harm her or my child or else you will never see Ragnar the Younger again. That's a promise." He continued and left your face. After that, he moved back to his brothers who were watching the whole scene without talking after Hvitserk's attempt to reason with him. "I'll give you a second to think about your options. Think about it well."

Ubbe took Ragnar on his hands trying to calm him down himself, but he couldn't – Ragnar was still crying.

You approached them – tears were falling like waterfalls from your eyes – and opened your hands for Ragnar. Ubbe didn't give him to you even after he saw the boy's hands lifting towards you – he wanted you.

"You won't get to touch my son unless you choose correctly."

Before you mumble your answer, you wiped your tears from your soaking cheeks.

"Everything will happen as you wish. We will go to the Great Hall and I'll give you my blessing for your marriage. I'll take care of your wife and your child. Just give me my son. Please Ubbe." You hadn't felt more humiliated than this moment ever again. Even when you learned about the slave girl and her child, you didn't feel like this.

He let you have your son. When he brought him on your hands, you let your tears fall freely. You closed your eyes and smelled his scent. After that, you placed a long kiss on his forehead.

"He is my son and don't you dare think of doing something like this again, because next time I won't be this generous to you." Ubbe whispered to you and you didn't answer.

As long as you had Ragnar on your hands, you didn't care about anything else. Neither your dignity nor who Ubbe slept with. You were defeated for good. You had lost the war of your life. Your life had no meaning apart from your son. You were nothing more than a mother. Ragnar was all that had left in your life and you would give it to protect him – or end with the worst way possible whoever dared to harm him.

The following day you moved in the Great Hall, earning scoffing and mocking looks from the people in it – even the queen had a weird look on her face like she was questioning the choices you had made and your approval for Ubbe's second marriage with a thrall. The people who knew were the only ones who showed quite the sympathy, but still they were on Ubbe's side. You had no allies in this place. You were on your own as you had always been.

"Welcome in the Great Hall." The queen was the one to welcome you first. You didn't even pretend that you were glad about it, didn't even bother to force a fake smile on your face.

"It's good to have you here. Maybe you could help us with the preparations of the wedding." Margrethe was the one to speak next. She approached you smiling. Your gaze met the one of Ubbe's who was already on you, expecting your answer to his bride. You knew better than to cause a scene.

"Sure. It would be nice." You spoke, earning the laughter and mockery of Ivar. You couldn't blame him though. If it wasn't for Ragnar, you would scoff at yourself for your foolishness.

The day of the wedding was even worse than anything you had to endure so far. Maybe that was the worst day of your life and not the day of your own wedding to him. This day and the day you tried to escape with your son had been marked on your memory as the worst day of your life – you couldn't really choose which one had been worse than the one. You only knew that on those days you had been humiliated and violated in the worst ways possible.

You used to be a proud woman – now you were the exact opposite of that. You were dishonoured. You felt small and vulnerable in public, but kept trying to not break in front of the prying eyes. They had disgrace your honor, but you would never let them see how much it affected you.

You wore one of your finest dresses and put on your best of efforts to keep forcing fake smiles on your face. Your hair was braided on a tight bun. The dress you wore was black unlike the bride's white.

You were the first one to walk down the aisle and notice everyone. It was an open wedding – all Kattegat participated to confess your public humiliation, but you kept your forced smile there and waited for them. Ubbe and Margrethe followed shortly after you.

Everything was blurry for you until the Gothi asked who would give the bride to her husband. You forced a smile and without a lot words you gave her the ring made of gold Ubbe had picked for her. Then, the priestess blessed the three of you with the blessed blood of the sacrifice and it was you who had to give your bless about their union next, before the Gothi would bless the ring and Ubbe would put it on her finger.

That was the most difficult part of it. You weren't hurt about the fact they were getting married – you couldn't be. Ubbe had treated you the way your father did and that was enough to had the same feelings for him as you had for your father – to despise him. They treated you like one of their possessions, like an object. You wantes to believe that even the person he were towards you – Ubbe was different from him. But eventually they were all the same.

Margrethe lifted her hands which were inside a wreath and you touched it. You wanted to destroyed the moment your hands touched it, but you didn't do that. Instead, you freed her hands from and let it slip on the floor.

"You are free." You looked at her with your fake smile and tears threatening your eyes. Tears that you would never let them fall. You were stronger than that. Apart from relying on your own strength, you had asked Frigg herself to help you endure this. "Go, marry my husband... with my blessing." You paused for the shortest of breaths and touched your hands with Ubbe's and Margrethe's. After that you were enough not to remember the rest of the ceremony.

A feast came after this parody of a wedding. You were seated on the right side of Ubbe and Margrethe on the left. You didn't really payed attention to the conversations in the Hall, neither tried to start one. You were seated on your chair drinking ale from a curved horn.

You were quiet until Lagertha – or Earl Ingstad – approached and sat down in the empty chair next to yours. You smiled politely at her and fake. By the look on her face you were sure that she could say whether or not that smile was sincere. She knows more than people would like to.

"I have a question for you, though I know the answer myself." She started and got all of your attention on her.

"What would that question be?"

"Why did you blessed this union? Why did you stay?" Her voice was soft along, but her gaze sharp. She was studying you – reading your mind. "You and I have more in common that we would like. Once I was in your place as well. I know the feeling."

You took a long sip from your drink and worked on your answer for some seconds. You weren't going to say the truth – you weren't going to mention anything about that night. You wouldn't like to be called a coward, but better a coward than a childless mother. After all, you were there because of Ragnar the Younger, not because of Ubbe.

"Not all of us are as strong as you."

Lagertha seemed pleased by the way you chose to answer. Her hand reached for yours and she leaned closer to you. Her voice was softer than a whisper – you barely heard her – and when her words made it in your ears you were surprised.

"Yes, because you are stronger. No woman would let herself be disgraced in such way because of the love for her child. I – I didn't. When I left Ragnar, Bjorn didn't choose to come along, but eventually changed his mind. A son should be close to his father – yes – but no mother must be away from her child." Her words made your heart clench. As one mother to another she could understand your agony and pain for your only child.

A true smile formed on your face and you gave it to her, before she retreat to her original seat.

The rest of your night went by the same way it did before Lagertha showed up. Ivar would leave his offensive remarks which didn't really bother you anymore. Hvitserk wouldn't be in his usual mood due to this marriage – something like yourself. Sigurd didn't really seem offended or affected by Ubbe's choice to marry the girl. Bjorn was Bjorn – he was his usual self. After all he was the only one who never had or seeked any kind of relationship with her.

When you retreated to your chamber, you found Ubbe having Ragnar on his lap, talking to him about one more story of his family's saga. When he spotted you, he left the chair he was sitting and came closer to you, giving you the child.

"You were unexpected today." Ubbe noted and you almost let a bitter chuckle leave your mouth.

"I didn't have a choice." You spoke, looking only at your son. The only time you decided to look at him was to ask him about something. "And why are you here, anyway? Isn't your wedding night? Shouldn't you be with your new wife?" There were more than a question – more than you intended to ask – but it came out naturally.

Ubbe decided to avoid the answer you gave him after his remark and focused on your questions.

"I wanted to see my son." He said casually tickling with one of his hands your boy, making him jiggling and laughing. You smiled at the sound of his angelic laughter. "And you." This time his voice was much softer than any other time. Your eyes met and you tried to focus back on your son and not on the fast rate of your heartbeat.

"Ragnar is fine, I am fine. Go to your wife." You said quickly turning your back.

You were walking through the room, caressing your son's back. That was one of your desperate attempts to put him to sleep. He was upset the nights away from home – your former home. He wasn't used here and he would refuse to go to sleep.

"You are also my wife."

You sighed harshly when he reminded you – like you could forget when he was around all the time. Or you could forget when you were giving your blessing to wed another. Or when he forced you to stay. Or—

A soft knock on your door was enough to stop all your thoughts and prevent you from giving him any answer. Ubbe opened the door himself and revealed Hvitserk.

"Sorry to interrupt you." He spoke looking at you and you smiled at him.

"You don't. Ubbe was just leaving."

"Yeah, that was exactly the reason I came. We are expecting you. Don't be late." He whispered to his brother, but not low enough for you not to hear them. You didn't even want to think about the topic of their conversation, but you could imagine – much to your displeasure. Your mind was getting there not following your attempts not to. After these words from brother to brother, Hvitserk turned to apologetically. "Sorry again."

"Goodnight." You muttered and he winked at you. Ubbe closed the door, but not before he overheard your whisper to yourself. "I suppose that it will indeed be a good night." You laughed to yourself and he did the same as he closed the door behind his brother.

"We—" Ubbe started saying awkwardly. A hand was at the back of his head, scratching him skin. You stopped him, before he could even form a second word.

"No need to tell me anything. It's your personal life." You told him quickly, raising one of your hands – the one which wasn't holding the child – to stop him.

"You are part of my personal life." His voice was hoarse and calm for once more. As he was speaking, he was moving towards you for once more.

"I am part of your chores. I suppose." You smiled. One more real smile that evening. He smiled as well.

"No. Do you want one truth?" Ubbe was whispering now. He had stopped right in front of you. Your son was the only thing who kept you apart.

"Only one?" You kept whispering as he did.

Both of you were smiling.

"Just one."

"Go ahead, say it. I promise I won't tell a soul."

"Good. Coming back to you had always been my top priority since we met."

Your whole conversation was made of whispers and smiles – like a sacred prayer. One that was so sacred and holy that shouldn't be heard from the other. Your first and only silent one without yelling or anything loud.

You hadn't noticed how close to each you were standing until you stopped talking. All this closeness felt uncomfortable.

You took your eyes off of him and looked at your son – he was asleep. You smiled at the sight.

"He is asleep." You told Ubbe softly enough not to wake the boy.

"Yeah – um – I should probably get going." He was saying awkwardly as you were placing your son inside his crib.

"Yes, I think you should. Goodnight." You muttered and smiled uncomfortably at him.

Ubbe took a few steps back and mouthed a rushed "goodnight" before he was out of your door.

You felt yourself smiling at the memory of your previous conversation, the most real in all this time you knew each other. The only one which didn't end up in a fight or happened within one. The most calm and yet the most intensive you had.

If only this was the beginning and nothing had happened before that.

You moved you head in an attempt to remove these thoughts. Ubbe was in Margrethe's chamber with Hvitserk celebrating their first night as a wed couple and before he had forced to stay in Kattegat and suffer under the roof of the Great Hall.

Things wouldn't change with a couple of romantic thoughts. After all, any time you had one of those things had the tendency to become even more wild between Ubbe and yourself. As far as you stayed in the comfort of your chamber – away from everyone and their drama – you were safe.

Your child was the only person you needed around and Ubbe was the opposite – the person you definitely hated to have around. He and his new wife were the people you wanted to avoid and you were going to try.

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gingernut1314 · 4 months

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Truth or Dare?

Nami x GN!Reader

Summary: When you fall heavily injured, you resort to the familiar game of truth or dare to let Nami know how you feel about her.

Warnings: angst, some fluff, mentions of blood, anime spoilers (Whisky Peak Arc, Alabasta Arc; episodes 117 and 118)

Word Count: 2.6K

A/N: I've been going through a little bit of writer's block recently so sorry for being so inactive, but I've wanted to write this for a little while so here it is! This is my first time writing for Nami so I hope you all enjoy!

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“Truth or dare?” You breathed out in a voice just below a whisper. Nami pulled her blue eyes up from what she had been doing and locked onto yours. Blue eyes that had begun to water--that never filled with tears unless something was truly wrong.

And that something wrong being the gaping gash dealt to your stomach by that spiky, spider woman that had been chasing you both through the streets of Alubarna.

Nami shook her head full of orange hair, which you wished to run your fingers through its short length. The golden hair clip she had just bought must have fallen out while you two had been fighting for your lives.

You watched her try to steal herself against the fear you had no doubt was waging within her and found you wished she would show you her fear--show you every emotion she was feeling in that moment so you could properly care for her.

“No.” She said firmly.

“No?” You questioned with a chuckle that turned into a hissing wince when Nami pressed her hand tighter over your wound, trying desperately to slow the bleeding. “You can’t say no. That’s the rules.” Nami shook her head again more forcefully.

“Well, I’m changing the rules. I’m not going to play this game when--” Her voice quivered, those vast eyes that always reminded you of a crystal blue lake shining in the sunlight nearly overflowing with tears. Tears for you.

You remember when you had first seen her lake-blue eyes. First took in their utter depths.

You had been a Broquet Works agent based in Whiskey Peak--had been assigned to kill off the Straw Hats with the other agents stationed in that town. Had been ready and more than willing to help kill them off, but then you had seen those eyes--so bright and calculating--and knew instantly it would be a more difficult task than you had originally thought.

You had been the first to greet the woman, besides the likes of Mr. 8. Had made an utter fool of yourself in doing so, but you hadn’t cared because she had laughed at your horrible and flirty jokes. Had outdrank you without so much as breaking a sweat and it enthralled you.

She had won over your heart with just a few laughs and witty quips. Had won you over so much so that you had turned your back on your organization, despite knowing your death would be painful and bloody. You guarded over her and her passed-out crew after dark. Had protected her despite the horrendous wounds you had received from your fellow agents.

After much convincing, you had been allowed to join the Straw Hats on their journey to Alabasta under the rouse of wishing to help protect the recently revealed princess from other-like Broquet Works members. Though, that was far from the truth.

You and Nami had started this game of truth or dare when you had made it to Little Garden. You, Nami, and Usopp had been wandering around in the jungle when you had offered the familiar question her way.

She had still been very distrustful of you then, but she had humored you. At some point during your voyage through the Grand Line, you think she stopped merely humoring you and began actually enjoying the game. Enjoyed it so much she had begun starting before you could get the chance.

You played the game on nights neither of you could sleep. During boring and long days of endless sailing. You had played it when she fell sick and when you were injured yet again by some horrible king on a snowy island.

It was how you managed to grow closer to her. To learn of her haunting childhood and near enslavement to that horrid Fishman from the East Blue. It’s how she had learned your real name and your own haunting childhood.

And you had fallen stupidly for her. Had probably fallen for her the moment you laid eyes on her. Anyone else in Whiskey Peak would have called you foolish for giving up everything you had worked for just to follow some woman who might never like you back, but you didn’t care.

You would do it over and over again. Would get beaten down, stabbed, and shot at all over again because you couldn’t imagine your life without the strong-willed, fiery-tempered, and kind-hearted woman kneeling next to you.

“Come on, sunshine. Please?” You asked, pulling a playful smirk to your lips that Nami wouldn’t meet.

“Fine. I dare you to shut up and not die.” Nami hissed, those pools of blue spilling over her cheeks despite her angered gruff at it. You chuckled, wiping away one of those hot trails from her slightly sunburnt cheeks.

“I was hoping to say a truth.” Nami shook her head once more, pulling away from your grasp. She looked away from you, turning to peek her head out of the large hole in the brick townhome you two had hidden away in. “Nami--sunshine--”

“Stop.” She hissed, whipping her burning gaze back onto you. “Stop it. You can’t break the dare until I say so, so shut up.” Another stray tear fell over her dirty, scratched-up cheeks.

“If you get to bend the rules today, I think I get to bend them too--just a little bit.” You said, trying to keep your tone light despite the darkness of your situation. Nami gave a frustrated little sound that came out sadder than you think she had wanted it to.

“You’re not going to die.” She insisted, telling you like it was a fact. And maybe it would turn out to be fact, but at the rate you were losing blood and the knowledge that Chopper was probably miles away made it seem less likely to happen. You kept your playful smirk on your lips as you grabbed for her hand, holding it gently.

“Ask me why I paid you all that berry to board your ship.” More tears streaked down her cheeks, her bottom lip sucking into her mouth to keep from letting any sort of sound escape her. She shook her head again and you chuckled, giving her hand a comforting squeeze.

“I didn’t care about getting Vivi here safely. I didn’t care that I was turning my back on my work and that I was signing my own death warrant. I didn’t care because I was following you. I wanted to be by you.”

“Stop.” Her voice came out watery. So small and weak. She was begging you. Begging you to just shut up like she had dared you to and get better.

But you wanted her to know--needed her to know.

“It's the only reason I started this stupid game in the first place. I wanted to know you better.” You said on a laugh that turned wincing as another wave of pain washed through you. Nami went to try and stop you from speaking again, but you beat her to it. “And I--I like you. I like your laugh and your eyes and your smile. I like watching you talk about your maps because you are just so passionate about them. Hell--I only pretend to hate reading to get on your nerves 'cause you look too cute all mad.” Nami huffed a small, saddened laugh.

“You shouldn’t have said that. I’m going to make you read all my books now.” You nodded, allowing her to keep hoping for the future after this. Allowed yourself, for just a second, to do the same. To think about you laying your head in her lap as she read you one of the many books in her collection.

“You’re--you’re really special to me.” You felt your own eyes begin to sting. Felt your throat tighten against the swell of emotion rocketing through you. “And I want you to know that. You--you’ve made me a better person…saved me from my darkness.”

Nami moved herself closer to you, sniffing back her tears. You gladly allowed her presence into your atmosphere--allowed her to lay her forehead on yours. Closing your eyes, you took in her warmth and the smell of that overly expensive perfume you had bought her the other day in the marketplace.

You brought your blood-covered hand up to caress her cheek, holding her closer. Holding her for a moment that might very well be the last.

Fight it. You needed to fight it. Fight to stay alive--for her.

The chilling sound of Miss. Doublefinger's voice calling for you both echoed through the deserted street you were on. Nami tensed against your hold, eyes snapping open in fear.

You needed to protect her.

You needed to keep her away from that woman…but you could hardly feel your legs, let alone move with the amount of pain you were in. But you would do it--you would crawl and let that spider trap you like some fly. Let her strike you down just to give Nami enough time to run and find the others.

“I’m going to get you out of here. Okay?” Nami said and you watched her push her sadness and fear down. Watched her pull that confidence and courage she held within herself, whether it be fake or true, up.

Painc, rapid and tight, shot through your chest.

“What? No--”

“Truth or dare?” She asked, pulling her forehead from yours. You shook your head as she moved your hands to place them over your wound.

Tears did fill your eyes then. Tears of fear for her. Because you knew Nami could handle herself, but even you had fallen prey to that spider’s sting. You had made peace with death a long time ago, but you had hardly made peace for her. Wanted death far, far away from her.

“Nami--” You started, pulling out of her guiding movements to grab hold of her wrist, keeping her from leaving. “I’m supposed to protect you. I want to protect you. Whether I die--”

“Truth or dare?” She insisted strictly, leaving you speechless.

“Truth.” She smiled through her sadness and fear.

“How long do you think Usopp's weapon is going to hold against her?” You huffed, pulling yourself off the wall Nami had leaned you against, spying the blue, three-pieced metal staff strapped to her hip.

“A minute--if it doesn’t break before you even get a chance to use it--which is why I’m going out there and not you.” You insisted just as strictly.

“Truth or dare?” Nami asked once more, dismissing your continued denial of her fighting that spider.

“Nami--” She fixed you with a strict look that had you huffing in frustration.

“Pick dare.” You furrowed your brow in confusion at her. “Come on, pick. She’s getting closer.” You huffed. And huffed again before giving in to her request.

“Dare.”

“I…” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, something like nerves filling her eyes. “I dare you to kiss me.” Your mouth fell open to speak--to keep fighting to keep her from leaving your side--but Nami gave you that confident smile of hers as she brushed her blood-covered fingers over your cheek. A touch you unconsciously lend into. “Are we still bending rules?” You huffed a laugh that fell just as quick.

She leaned in, her deep, blue eyes searching your own. Eyes that, though still held that fear in them, were calm. Ready--sure and steady. Eyes you had fallen in love with over and over again.

You pulled her closer by the wrist you still held, your other hand cupping her cheek to guide her lips against yours. Lips you had wished to kiss ever since she had first laughed at your bad joke. Lips that were sweet, yet just a little chapped from the desert sand that had been thrown at you like a weapon earlier that day.

It was a kiss you pressed all your love into. A kiss you used to try and communicate every last little adoration you held to her. A kiss you prayed would keep her from leaving you--to keep her from facing death.

Nami pulled away all too soon, her soft breaths brushing over your cheeks as she rested her forehead against yours. She kept her eyes screwed shut, fresh tears having sprung to life beneath her bare eyelids.

“Plea--please don’t go. I’m okay. I’ll keep you safe.” You tried, but Nami shook her head, her eyes opening once more. She removed your hand from her cheek and replaced it over your wound, making it sting in the process.

“You’re not okay and if you face her again, she’ll kill you. Just--stay here. I’m going to find help.”

Click, click, click went Miss. Doublefinger's heels as she passed by the row of townhouses you two were hidden in. You both held your breathes as the clicking grew more faint with each passing second. Seconds you spent taking in her face--such a beautiful face you hadn’t looked at nearly as much as you should have.

“Don’t--” Nami cut you off with one last kiss. A kiss that was meant as a bitter-sweet promise. A promise of her return to you--though a return to you how and in what shape was unknown. A big unknown that pulled at your heart and had you holding her wrist tighter.

“I dare you to stay put--no more bending the rules,” She said, giving you her best confident smile and wink as she grabbed for the strange weapon Usopp had built her, called the Clima-tact.

“Nami--” But she pulled from your fingers as she snuck away out of the townhome, leaving you utterly alone with the dark and dust.

The sound of buildings crashing, people screaming, and the wind howling only made your fear grow and grow with each passing minute. Had you gritting your teeth against your pain and dragging yourself from the spot Nami had left you in.

That had been a very bad decision on your part because as soon as you made it to the exit, your vision began dotting with black. Black that filled your eyes and left you in a blinding sea of pitch-black pain.

Your vision returned, though rather foggy, with the feel of gentle fingers caressing your cheeks. Orange hair and lake-blue eyes shined down at you like some angel--gods she was a sight to see, even covered in dirt as she was.

“I said no more bending the rules.” Nami huffed, eyes watching you narrowly before looking behind herself to call for Zoro, who she must have found while you were passed out.

“You’re hurt.” You said, running a shaky finger over her shoulder, having spotted the fresh blood on her sunkissed skin. Her blue eyes found yours again, though softener than they had been. More--fearfilled.

“She was--strong. Scary. But you were wrong.” You furrowed your brows up at her as Zoro’s tall shadow fell over you both, blocking the sun from your blurry eyes.

“Wrong? That she was a bitch? No.” Nami rolled her eyes, an amused huff of air leaving her.

“No. The Clima-tact lasted longer than a minute. It took her down.” She said, pointing towards a smoking townhouse that had a strange, Miss. Doublefinger-sized hole in its side.

“Truth or dare?” You breathed, looking back up to Nami who was already watching you.

“Dare.” She smirked, a laugh spilling from your chest as you grabbed her neck in a gentle hold, pulling her down to claim her lips against yours. She kissed you back eagerly. A kiss that fulfilled the silent promise she had given you earlier.

You heard Zoro gruff something about not having time for this, which only spur Nami to pull away, pissed.

“You’re carrying both of us now.” She hissed up at the swordsmen who groaned in his own annoyance.

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vioartemis · 11 months

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Until the end

(Tara Carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: Just a little something to make up for the recent inactivity :)) Warnings: angst a/n: it's a bit short 😭 (and it might not make sense lol, I tried something) (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

Tara had been a bit weird for the past few weeks, and the others couldn't help but notice. They tried to see what was wrong, offering the brunette to listen if she had problems or just wanted to talk, but each time she denied them.

It was only when Sam came into her sister's room one night and found her crying in her bed, that Tara accepted to talk to her. Just a little bit.

"Why are you crying, Tara...? You know you can talk to me -to us- if you need to..."

"I know I- it's just... embarrassing... like really- you wouldn't even know..." the youngest Carpenter said quietly

"I won't judge you; you know I never would. You can talk freely, Tara. It's just you and me"

"You don't understand, it's- it's more complicated than that..."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, a bit concerned now

"I..." she took a deep breath "I think I'm in love..."

"That's... a good thing, right? Who is the lucky guy? Or... girl?"

"Who she is doesn't matter... It's impossible for us to be together..."

Sam took her sister's hand and gave her a gentle squeeze as she saw tears in her eyes.

"Why is that? Is she already taken? Does she like someone else?"

Tara shook her head, trying her best to hold back her tears.

"Maybe, who knows...? I- I don't even know her very well... But sometimes I feel like... I feel like we've lived so many things together... I know it doesn't make any sense but... I don't know how to explain it..."

"Then how can you say you love her if you-"

"I don't know, Sam." Tara cut her off "I told you; I don't really know how to explain it... I have this feeling that... that deep down, I know her... that we lived many lives together... but at the same time, I don't really know her... She seems so close... and yet she's out of reach..."

"How is this possible? Tara, I don't understand, who-"

"I know, I sound crazy. You don't need to understand. I'm fine, really. I'll... get over her. Thank you, for listening..."

"Tara-"

"Can you leave now, please? I'd like some alone time..."

Sam looked at her sister for a moment, not saying a word, not sure if it was a good idea to leave her alone, but eventually nodded and got up.

"I'm here, if you need to talk again"

"Thank you, but I'm fine, I swear"

She gave her a little smile that, she hoped, was convincing. She kept that smile on until Sam got out of her room. Only then, her smile disappeared.

She sat on her bed, fidgeting with her fingers, almost nervously.

"... I know you're here, you know...? I know what you must think. That whoever I have feelings for surely doesn't deserve me, or whatever you're supposed to say in this kind of situation. Or that it's not good to say I'm fine, even though I'm not. I know that, but... She wouldn't understand. No one would..."

She sighed, before laying down on her back.

"But you would, right? I know you would. I'm sure you know what it is to like someone, even if you never met..."

She let out a little chuckle, covering her eyes with her arm.

"But still, it was a bit rude to listen to the conversation I had with my sister, don't you think? Don't act all innocent; I know you were here. I can feel your presence. I'm not saying that in a mean way, though. It's just... embarrassing, for me at least..."

She paused for a moment, thinking of what to say next.

"You know, I thought about the moment I would confess a million times. Yet I never thought it would go that way; you being here when I talk about that with my sister... It was inevitable, I guess"

She stayed silent again, as if waiting for an answer.

"Are you waiting for someone to come out of the shadow of my room, where I could not have seen them, saying something like 'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spy on you'? We both know it won't happen"

Another silence filled the room.

"What...? You don't... you still don't understand? I thought I made it obvious though..."

She sighed and sat up.

"I love you."

She had a sad smile on her face now.

"Yes, I'm talking to you. You, behind your screen... so close, yet so far away from me... Don't act so shocked, you should have seen it coming... I mean- you knew what you were reading, right?"

Tears started to form in her eyes.

"I was not wrong when I said we lives many lives together, was I? I feel like I've already fallen for you so many times, in so many different ways..."

Another little pause.

"You're not going to leave me, right? That's... so stupid... of course you are. You can't stay here forever..."

She sniffled, as tears started rolling down her cheeks.

"It's almost the end, isn't it? There isn't much time left, I can feel it. So, please... Try to visit me again sometimes, hm? I won't move, I promise... My story won't change either, nor will my love for you..."

She whipped her tears away.

"I know we can't have a happy end together, but... I would really appreciate it if you came back from time to time... Or if you can't... just don't forget me, okay...? I won't forget you..."

She tried to put herself together, a smile forming on her face. She didn't want her last impression to be her crying on her bed.

"Thank you for staying with me until the end. I love you"

#scream #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x fem reader

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amourisms · 1 year

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idk if you’re inactive but i love your writing.. i would kill for some dumbification with dick

maybe it can start like a hatefuck👀

ohmygosh i'm so sorry it's taken me so long to get to this but i hope you enjoy :)

blue.

summary : dick can get a little animalistic when the person he finds most irritating wears his colour.

pairing : dick grayson x fem!reader

warnings : hate sex, dumbification, pet name ( princess ), manhandling / overall rough sex, degradation, fingering, unprotected sex, bit of praise, overstimulation, hickeys n marking, cum eating.

wc : 1.7k

a/n : its 4:27am but i just rly wanted to get this out so major apologies if its a little sloppy. sidenote can you tell i’ve got a major thing about being spoken to in the third person in this?

everything about him set you aflame. although half the time you struggled pinpointing whether it was a fire filled with hate or lust which unbeknownst to you, was a feeling dick was conflicted in as well. even now when you were dancing and flirting with his best friend, wally west.

it was just another small celebration with your group of heroes as dick sat on the couch of titans tower’s living room, keeping his conversation with donna and roy in the back of his head as his teeth gritted at the sight of the person who irritated him most all over his best mate. yet out of everything, the fact that it was wally next to you and not him was deemed the most annoying thing you've ever done. especially when you were wearing such a dress that framed your body so perfectly that it somehow made you even more picturesque with hints of your blue bra being shown. so when you left wally briefly to go freshen up in the bathroom, his unmistakable grip on your arm stopped you before you could even reach your destination.

he dragged you to one of the many bedrooms within titans tower and quickly locked the door after pulling you inside. "you and wally, huh?" dick had asked with a tone concocted with jealousy and anger though that's exactly what you wanted from him.

"what about it?" you seethed back at him, confused as to why he cared. he took a step closer, backing you in the door behind you and making you shrink under his harsh gaze.

"what about it is that i hear your soft calls of my name and your pretty little moans in the dead of night when you think no one's awake, just to find you flirting with my best friend right in front of me."

feeling a little embarrassed now knowing that he's heard you all those times, almost made you back down. though something in you just wanted to piss him off, "you catch the times i screamed out wally's name too?". you were lying but staring him down as he did you, dick was starting to have small doubts.

your faces remained inches away, until in a blur of your own thoughts you decided to close the gap and kiss him. dick reacted quickly, kissing you back intensely. his right hand was gripping your hip roughly whilst the other relaxed in your hair. you had bought a hand to lay flat on his chest as the other found his on your hip to drag down to your pussy. dick smirked into the heated kiss as his fingers ran up and down your clothed slit, feeling the lace of your underwear and more importantly how wet for him you were even through the fabric.

lifting your legs to attach around his hips he bought you to the bed, tossing you on there with ease. he took the moment to take off his shirt, revealing his alluring torso then he wasted no time in bunching up your dress to your waist, revealing your blue lace underwear. nightwing blue.

"christ, y/n, you're such a whore." he scoffed, but he couldn't help but manage to get harder knowing you were wearing his colours whilst flirting with his best friend. it made him feel like you would always be his, his to use like his own personal fleshlight, and that's exactly what he intended to do to you tonight.

his fingers moved underneath the bands of your panties, and as much as he hated taking his colour off you he loved seeing your pretty glistening pussy more. his middle and ring finger ran long strokes up and down your slit, teasing you, as he bought his body on top of you he began to suck marks on your neck. just at that moment, dick plunged a finger into your sopping cunt in a singular smooth motion making you gasp.

as he added another finger, he continued sucking on your skin moving down your neck, careless of the marks that were sure to be left in his wake. after all, he was determined to show everyone you were his.

your breathing was heavy and whimpers were being squeezed out of you as his long, slender fingers skilfully found your sweet spot inside you. his thumb began to work your clit, his fingers finding a pace that coaxed moans out of you effortlessly. "you're much more tolerable like this," he told you as your brain couldn't even register what was happening anymore besides the blinding pleasure of just his fingers, "all soaked and dumb for me."

with that, your orgasm came crashing, and a smirk grew on dick's face as you clenched around his fingers. "you're so easy to please," he spoke softly as he continued to finger-fuck you through it. as you came down from your high, dick removed his fingers from your pussy, leaving you with an achingly empty feeling.

your mouth couldn't comprehend anything your mind was saying only allowing for a "please…" to leave your lips, though he seemed to understand you.

"don't worry, princess, i know how much of a slut you are," he began as he unbuckled his belt and removed his pants, "i know how much you need it."

your mind was in a haze as dick began repositioning himself, so when he laid down on the bed your brows furrowed in confusion until he grabbed you and positioned you over him, "show me just how much." he told you nonchalantly.

your hands rested on his shoulders as you began to drop down on his cock, filling you up perfectly. you sat atop his pelvis for a moment, adjusting to his size in which he took the time to take your dress straps off your shoulders and pushing the fabric covering your tits down so he could see your matching nightwing blue lace bra. just the sight of it made him groan. he couldn't define what it was in his head, but you in his colour just seemed so right.

when you finally adjusted to him, you gathered up all the power left in you – which granted wasn't a lot – and began moving up and down on his cock. already riding on your knees was restrictive and now considering your sensitivity you just didn't have it in you to go any faster.

growing tired of the pace dick gripped your hips and began slamming you down on his cock with his hands, "poor baby, can't even ride like the slut i know she is" he spat harshly.

even with his extra assistance and mindless babbles rolling off your tongue, it still wasn't enough to please dick. remembering you all up on wally west of all people? he needed to take all this pent up frustration he had with you out, and with that he planted his feet on the mattress and began thrusting into you at a brutal pace.

your head rested in the crook of his neck with a hand gripping his shoulder and another planted firmly on his chest, allowing him to hear your angelic sounds even louder in his ear. the sound of it all was so pornographic with skin slapping against skin, your cries of pleasure and his deep groans. you were glad all the rooms were soundproof although a little part of dick wanted everyone to hear.

nothing in your mind was coherent, your thoughts were stuck in the overwhelming pleasure dick gave you and that was the only word you ended up being able to say. his name came out of your mouth like a mantra. it was him and only him, and hearing you stuck on every word besides his name his earlier doubts had completely dissolved. you were his and you knew it.

dick's thrusts were unfaltering, much alike the stream of curses and calls of his name escaping your cluttered mind. you were completely thoughtless on his cock.

a muffled string of m's left his lips as he took note of your completely fucked out state, "you're taking my cock so well, baby." he would take a picture of this moment if he could. the lewdness of it all only made him go harder and faster. you cuddled up in the crook of his neck as one of his hands explored every crevice of your body whilst the other traced the marks littered everywhere above your breasts. to him it was ecstasy.

he could've sworn he hated you half an hour ago, though he couldn't deny how mesmerising you were right now. "that's my girl," he cooed in your ear as you were still whimpering at his every thrust, "spewing nonsense like the brainless whore she is." the knot in your stomach wound tighter and tighter and your walls only clenched around him tighter making him murmur a small "fuck…".

you called out his name as you came, your eyes shutting and your sensitive pussy spasming around his cock. your hands had managed to move all over his torso and was now gripping tightly onto his hair and bicep, especially now that his thrusts were relentless.

he flipped the both of you over, grabbing you with ease and tossing you on your back as he now was chasing after his own high. he was still ramming into your poor, aching cunt making your mind blind with such a level of overstimulation. one hand of his began groping your tits through the material of your bra as the other drew circles on your clit. it wasn't long before your third orgasm of the night washed over you leaving you to yet again spasm and tighten on his cock.

a deep groan came from his throat this time as he muttered "gonna, fuck– cum" he told you in a broken sentence. with that he pulled out and laid his cock on your stomach, cumming on your tits. seeing his length reach your belly button was almost enough to make you cum for the fourth time.

your head was still dizzy, though you could feel his slender fingers lightly trace stray lines on your chest. "open" he told you softly as he brought those same fingers to your lips that were now covered in his cum and as you did what he said, he pushed his fingers deep into your mouth letting you suck them clean.

#dick grayson #nightwing #dick grayson smut #dick grayson x reader #nightwing smut #nightwing x reader #dick grayson x y/n #nightwing x y/n #dc smut #dc comics #dc robin #richard grayson #smut

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starstruckserenity · 11 months

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reverse comfort with s/o who’s a soft hugger that tries to cheer kokichi up by using his interests? ex. gaming

hi everyone!! i am so, SO sorry for the inactivity. i haven't been doing too well mentally as of late, and motivation is very hard to come by. thank you for the request, and thank you for being patient! ❤

"Y/N?" Kokichi called your name from the exterior of your door.

You had been relaxing on your couch, deciding to spend a few hours by yourself. Being able to forget about the horrors of the killing game for a while was a nice change of pace. Soon, your eyesight grew hazy. You were slowly falling into a quiet slumber, ready to embrace the euphoric feeling of a 6-hour nap...

Ouma knocked on your door rapidly, panicking to himself. He felt as though he didn't quite catch your attention, the attention he needed so desperately.

This immediately disturbed your sleep. You looked up and let out an overexaggerated sigh before getting up and opening the door.

There he was. Ouma stood there silently, staring at you with cold, hopeless eyes, his mouth drawn into a straight line. He was tracing your doorframe with his left fingertips, and fidgeting with the end of his coat with his right hand.

"Hey. I really need someone to talk to. I need you. Let me in... please." He mumbled out quickly. He looked down and let his purple locks fall over his face. He looked almost shameful. You were fairly surprised, you had never seen him so quiet, so lost for words... You were partly expecting that this was some kind of joke.

"God, Kokichi, I've never seen you this stressed. If you're just using me for the empathy I have for you, I'm gonna be pissed." You joked, cocking your head to the side.

Kokichi grimaced, his frown piercing through your heart and mind. You blinked. "Shut up. Just let me inside."

You just looked at him for a moment before ushering him inside your room, guiding him with a gentle hand.

As soon as you both got inside, he threw his arms around you and collapsed onto you without any warning. You yelped, falling back onto the sofa you were once casually resting in.

"Kokichi, seriously... What's wrong?" You half-yelled, before shutting yourself up as you felt his hair tickle your collarbone.

"You can talk to me." You whispered in a hushed tone, subtly wrapping your arms around him as you heard him sniffle into your chest.

"I hate this. I hate this, Y/N. I really do. I have to get outta here. I have to get out before they do something to me, before they kill me, I have to---" He was silenced when you started mindlessly drawing shapes onto his forearms. He watched you, melting into your embrace. He shuddered a bit at the sensation of your fingers on his skin, loving every second of it.

"It'll be fine, Kokichi. You'll make it, I'm sure of it. ...And, I mean, if it means anything, I can try my best to protect you. I care for you a lot." You caressed his hair, sliding your fingers through his thick strands. "I'm here for you, always."

He lifted his head up slowly, glancing up at you with shiny eyes and a weepy nose.

"Do you really mean that?" He blubbered out, gripping onto your shoulders tightly.

You kissed his tears away. "I do. And if anything were to come in between us, I'd do anything in my power to shut them up." You mused, attempting to peak his interest.

"Wowww~ you'd really do that...? For me?" He began to giggle and kick his feet slightly. "That's real cute of you, Y/N." He twirled his hair playfully before grinning lightly.

It seemed like he was back to his normal, goofy self. But you wanted to make sure he was completely, undoubtedly, 100% okay.

You looked down at him. "How about we go outside, yeah? It's nice out." You pointed to your dimly-lit window that was secluded by shades. You continued, "I'm sure we could find someone to mess with..."

"...You know me so well. I'd love to~!" He popped up from your chest to get a better view of you. Finally, you were able to get a good look at him. This was the first time you've seen Kokichi's smile in the past few hours. You couldn't lie and say that you didn't miss it.

You leaned down, kissed him, and smothered him between your chest one last time. After a few moments, you found each other stepping towards the door, hand in hand.

But before you could let the door close behind the two of you, you heard him whisper a quiet, "Thank you, I love you."

#kokichi x reader #danganronpa x reader

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toothfa-1-ry · 1 year

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NCT DREAM AS ODDLY SPECIFIC (ISH) TROPES/AUS EXCEPT ITS ALL ANGSTY (OT7)

WARNINGS: Mentions of death, cheating(?) in Haechan's part, reader wears dresses, reader is mentioned as prom Queen I'm Haechan's part), mentions of God in Jisung's part

GENRE: Angst, gn reader

A/N: I'm sorry for being so inactive and not posting so much (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ also I'm still new to writing for Chenle and Jisung so it might not be accurate??

Also please reblog or comment something if you enjoyed!!

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"you were my first love, I wish you were my last too" - Mark Lee

First love, idol au, idol x non idol

Mark Lee was the first boy you ever loved. The first boy you fell inlove with, the first person who you could see a future with. He was who you wished to have a future with. He was going to be the one, he will be the one.

That's what you always told yourself, that if he loved you and you loved him it was enough, all the things you wanted didn't matter if the both of you were together. Maybe if you had continued telling that to yourself things would have worked out.

Now, you stare at him through the TV screen remembering the time once when you could look at him up close. You watch him sing and dance and do all the things he loved. All the things he couldn't do with you but now that you were gone from his life he could do it all, he could live his life, he could actually be happy.

You watched all his live concerts hoping for him to catch you in the crowds atleast once, one small glance, one small glimpse of resemblance but this wasn't a movie where the girl gets the guy she always wanted, this wasn't a fairy tale dream you would get to live. He never saw you ever once, he never saw you no matter how many concerts you would go, or maybe he didn't want to see you, maybe he did glance over your face, maybe he did catch a glimpse. But that's all he did, that's all it was. A glimpse.

They say that first love's never last but you and Mark promised to be there together till the end "forever and always y/n. I'll always love you. Until forever ends, I promise" you remember smiling upon those words but now those words brought nothing but pain to your heart because Mark was your first love and that's what he'll always be, what he'll only be. Because first love's never last, and you and Mark weren't an exception.

"You exist now, only in my memories, forever in my memories." - Huang Renjun

Love at first sight, painter au, painter x muse

Renjun remembers the day he met you clearly. Even though it's just bits, there are some parts that he remembers clearly. He remembers the rain, he remembers the wet road and he remembers you stepping into the rain like a painting, your hair down, your red dress getting all wet, but it was your eyes that Renjun remembers the most clearly. Those star like eyes that made Renjun fall inlove with you that moment, those eyes which saw all parts of Renjun that no one had, those eyes which Renjun had painted so many times. He remembers wishing to never forget them, those eyes, that face.

But now, in the middle of the night, when he's all alone, when he can't sleep. He wishes to forget those eyes, he wishes to forget that face of yours. He wished he could forget the way you looked at him that day with fear all over your eyes. Renjun remembers the day he lost you. He remembers the rain, the wet road where you were standing in the middle, getting all wet but he remembers your eyes the most. The way it widened when the car came out of no where, the way you couldn't even scream for help, the way you looked so helpless.

But most of all he remembered himself, standing on the other side of the road all frozen, he remembers himself not even being able to breath or walk a inch towards your unmoving body which bled in the middle of the road. He remembers the way his heart cracked, the way it cracked and shattered into a million pieces unable to be fixed again.

He remembers the day he got you and the day he lost you. And he wishes he could forget them both.

"your always ones arms reach away from me yet I want your touch even more relentlessly" - Lee Jeno

Forbidden love, royalty au, knight x princess

Knight Jeno stares at you in a way which couldnt be explained. He looks at you in such a melancholy way yet there was shock painted in those sad eyes. He stares at you as you lock eyes with your husband, the future king of the neighbouring kingdom. The smile you give your husband being reminiscent to the smile you always gave Jeno but it didn't quite reaching your eyes. Your heart quite not beating for your now husband the way it beat for Jeno.

Jeno stands along with the screaming crowd as your carriage slows down for the new couple to greet the excited crowd. The crowd screams as the carriage stops, children, women and men all throwing flower petals and congratulating the couple as Jeno's stomach tightened and breath shortened. The white bouquet of roses in his hand being mushed by the grasp of his hands.

You both make eye contact for a second or two but it was all Jeno needed to know that you did remember what happened yesterday night and all the nights before. That you remembered the stolen kisses, the lingering touches. That you remembered him begging you to stay with him, to run away with him and you saying sorry again and again. You look away first and quickly but Jeno's gaze just remains at you unmoving.

He slowly walks up towards the carriage, raises his arms and throws the half dead roses at you which you catch and cradle in your arms as if it was gold. The both of you share one last look that day just like all the last kisses and touches the both of you once had shared. One last look was all Jeno needed to know that you did love him and that your heart belonged to him only but it was also all Jeno needed to know that you'll never belong with him, that your one arms reach away from him, always away from his reach and that there was nothing he could ever do to change that.

"I'm still waiting for our last dance" -Lee Haechan

Prom nigh au, lovers to exes

Being prom Queen would have been rather fun if Haechan was prom king, instead your stuck with his friend Na Jaemin who was next with you, holding your hands as the both of you glide across the cleaned gym floor which was now adorned with blue spotlights on the both of you.

The metallic crown covered in plastic gems and beads placed in your perfectly done hair and your dress twirling as Jaemin spun you around, the same dress you and Haechan picked together months before preparations for prom even began, months before the both of you broke up.

You couldn't help but wonder if Haechan would realise that it was the dress he picked, or if he'd realise that the hairstyle you wore tonight was the hairstyle he always complimented, or if he would even be looking at you slow dance with Jaemin. But you hoped that atleast he would know that a small part of you still remained with him, that a small part of you still yearned for him even after all the fights, bitter words and after the breakup. Your eyes scan the crowd searching for Haechan, every movement you took was just a chance to take a glimpse at the crowd to see where Haechan was. You finally see him, behind crowds and crowds of people but he easily stands out, his eyes being the same soft brown eyes you adored.

Your eyes meet Haechan's soft combed hair, his body adorning a neatly ironed tux, the same one you picked out months before the prom, before the breakup. The same tux you chose for him with the small rose print in the left breast pocket. A part of you wonders if Haechan feels the same way you do, if he thinks about you at night, if he wishes to change things, if he still loves you after the breakup. You heart however is torn into pieces as you watch Haechan bend down to kiss another girl, holding her hand tightly into his, his sole attention placed only on her.

For the last time you wonder if he remembers the last dance he promised you on prom night, probably not, probably for the best.

"my mind might forget your face, my skin might forget your touch, but my heart would never forget the way you made it feel" -Na Jaemin

Lovers to strangers, amnesia au

Jaemin looks at you from a distance, the empty feeling inside of him growing even more as the seconds go on. He looks at you as you hold hands with you parents, smiling, laughing. Your parents never liked Jaemin, they never liked the idea of the both of you together.

Jaemin remembers the first time he met you in the hospital, the way you refused to look him in the eye, the way you refused to acknowledge his presence. He remembers the way you apolagised for not remembering him, your heart no longer beating for his. Not anymore, not even recognising it.

Jaemin looks at the way your eyes shine now, as your mouth curves up into a smile, so radiant, so beautiful. It reminded Jaemin of the ways he used to make you smile, the sweet laughter of yours which played after all his corny jokes. All now which you had forgotten. Your eyes which always crinkled and brightened whenever you saw Jaemin now looked at him only in confusion, your sweet soft lips which used to kiss him in the death of night now no longer recognised his pink lips. Your heart which once danced along to the beat of Jaemin's heart could now no longer find the rythm which you both shared. All the golden memories now turned into dust as you fail to recognise the face that you so loved, as you fail to recognise the heart which you so loved.

You looked so happy even without the memories of Jaemin, without all the memories you spend with Jaemin, who was Jaemin to take away your happiness? If after all your happiness was all Jaemin lived for, all Jaemin was willing to live for even if it meant that he'll have to let you go.

Even if it meant that he'll have to let go the person he loved, the only person he'd ever love even though you don't even remember him.

"a plane ticket away from you but my heart will always have you as it's destination" - Zhong Chenle

Rich boy x poor girl, difference in social status,

Staring at the plane ticket in your hands, you wonder if things were really going to end this way, if it really was going to be as easy as this. Your fingers glide on the piece of paper bought by Chenle's mother, the smooth piece of paper which was going to divide you and Chenle for good. That piece of paper which was going to separate you and Chenle countries apart. You couldn't help but wonder if it was really all going to be worth it.

You look outside the small airplane window as you hear a femal voice speak, a small teardrop rolling down your tears as you clasp the plane ticket in your hand, slightly tearing it.

You had no choice but to leave, you had to leave. Not only for your sake or your families sake but for Chenle's sake, for the boy you loved. After all the boy you loved was the heir to the Zhong company and you were a just a simple girl whose family was struggling to find a ends meet. Things would have never worked out anyway. You were stupid for thinking that things could have worked out, it was all just a silly Teenage dream like how Chenle's mother had phrased it.

You think about Chenle, he's all you can think about in this moment. You think about whether he'll be hurt, whether he'll understand why you left, whether he'll understand why you took the money. A part of you hopes that he will, that he'll search for you and forgive you but a part of you also hopes to never see him again, that he'll get angry at you, curse your name. That he'll never forgive you for the horrible thing your doing and that he'll forget your existance. You'd rather have him angry at you then ruin his future, his life by involving you in it. You loved him too much to let him to that to himself.

The airplane gets ready to take off, you squirm slightly in your seat as you wipe away your tears. You close the window, your afraid that if you don't you'll just end up crying even more so you close your eyes shut not seeing the figure of a boy running towards the airplane. You don't hear the boys loud screams and shouting of your name, you don't hear him begging you to stay. You don't hear his cries as the airplane finally takes off and as his bodyguards are holding him back.

You don't hear his heart breaking because you were to busy hearing yours break.

"to all the sweet laughter under the sun we shared without worry of the days to come" -Park Jisung

Terminal illness au, highschool au,

Jisung holds your hand tightly, his warm healthy hand contrasting from your cold frail ones. His soft eyes look at your cold tired ones as he watches you shoot a tired smile at him. Jisung forces a smile back, trying to fight the ever-growing lump in his throat, the water in his eyes pooling whenever he sees you lying down in your bed. Jisung fights back the horrible thoughts in his heads, the words he heard the doctor say to your parents a few minutes ago ringing again and again in his head

Your the strongest person Jisung knew, the most stubborn. He knew that you were going to be okay, that your going to be fine. He knew that your going to stay in the hospital only for a few more days before you fully recover and the both of you can go back to complaining about algebra class and making fun of Mark. He knew that the tubes sticking out of your body, the injections you take everyday was just going to be a phase. That you'll be able to go outside and walk around freely without being stuck in a wheelchair. Jisung believed in miracles, he believed in you after all you were a angel in disguise for Jisung. You were his blessing

But angels come from heaven, you belong to heaven too. Jisung watches as you close your eyes his heart hammering, he watches as you breath slows down, as your grip becomes weaker. Jisung's eyes widen, his body begins panicking as your machine begins beeping, he screams for help.

He prays and prays, it's too short he says. Your time in earth is too short, your time with him is far too short. You can't leave him yet your both only kids, you both have the rest of your lives to live. You still have a life to live with Jisung. You still have to keep your promise to Jisung, to build a house together, own a pet cat. He continues praying as the doctors take you away for a emergency surgery, using up all his breath, his words. Begging that of there really was a god out there, to save you. To save the person he loved, to perform a miracle.

But if there really was a god out there, a creator of life and the bringer of death. They must have been cruel to Jisung because now your heart which once beat, your heart which Jisung adored now remained cold and unmoving. The minute your heart stopped was when Jisung's heart also froze. After all he lost his miracle, his only blessing.

He lost you, his highschool love and only love

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callsign-rockstar · 2 years

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I do - N. Bradshaw

After a couple years of being engaged, Y/n and Nick Bradshaw were finally getting married. Even though the proposal had taken place years before the wedding, there was one more thing Nick had to say "I do" to on the day-of :)

a/n: sorry again for being so inactive!! this was a request and so is dedicated to @fandomstanner24 who requested it. I really hope y'all enjoy it, (stop reading this a/n if u dont wanna know what the surprise is, keep reading if u do) and if you want to know what y/n asks goose at the end/what the surprise was it's that she's preggers again :,).

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Opening her eyes, Y/n registered that today was different. She wasn’t waking up by her fiancé’s side. She was not, however, alone in her hotel bed. Her best friend, Penny, was waking up next to her, eyes sparkling while she was thinking about the day ahead. She shot up like a spring and shook y/n fully awake.

“Come on, y/n/n, we have to get you ready!”, Penny said.

“We can stay here for like, 5 more minutes, you know? We’re supposed to be up at 7 and its like, 6:30.”, replied y/n.

“Why am I more excited about this wedding than you are? Are you getting cold feet?”, asked Penny with mock concern. She grabbed her best friend and looked her in the eyes.

“If you want to ditch, I can be your getaway driver”, said Penny. And although it was a joke, somewhere in the back of her eyes, y/n knew Penny was more than willing to run away with her.

But y/n didn’t want that. Although she was nervous, she wanted to marry Nick Bradshaw more than anything she had ever wanted in this lifetime.

“Shut up, Penny! I promise we’ll still be as close as we are now, if that’s what you’re worried about.”, replied y/n smiling and sitting up.

Penny smiled and gave her best friend a hug, whispering in her ear that she loved her.

Neither of the expected to cry until the wedding itself, but on days like these emotions are running high. So, at 6:35 am, they were crying in each others arms.

They had been through everything together, and Penny could not be happier that her best friend was finally getting married to Goose. She knew they were soulmates, and she wasn’t worried about her friendship with Y/n because they were more than friends, they were sisters and twin flames. And nothing could ever take that away from them.

Both women got up and went downstairs for an early breakfast alone. They knew that this was probably one of the last moments they’d get to be alone together considering the day, so they enjoyed every last bit. The rest of the bridal party was supposed to get up at 7:00 like they had planned but quiet downtime was much appreciated. When they were done, they got to relax for a while up in their room.

“I’m nervous, Penny. I have to call my parents and ask about Bradley. I miss him a lot and I want to know if he’s ok.”, said y/n, already dialing her parents’ house phone number into the hotel’s.

“Honey, I get it, getting married is big and nerve wracking. But I’m sure Bradley is perfectly fine! In fact, I bet he’s still asleep”, says Penny.

“Hi mom! Sorry for calling so early, I just wanna know how Bradley is.,” said y/n.

“He’s doing great princess. He just woke up, actually, do you wanna say hi?”, said y/n’s mom through the phone.

“Yes!”, exclaimed the bride-to-be.

“Hi mommy!”, said Bradley.

“Hi, honey. Have you had fun with your grandparents?” Asked y/n.

“Yes! We played with my toys and then we…”

Bradley proceeded to tell his mom about the time they’d been apart. Truthfully, he sounded like a big kid, despite only having turned 4 years old. It made y/n tear up a little bit, and it also brought back memories of when he was born. Nick had proposed to her only a couple weeks before they found out she was pregnant, and when they found out they figured they would rather focus all their energy into the baby and making sure y/n had the best pregnancy possible than to split the efforts between that and the wedding. That’s why it had been pretty much 5 years and they hadn’t gotten married yet.

But it was finally the day and they couldn’t be more excited.

Neither of the women knew, but Maverick and Goose were both asleep in their own hotel room, snoring the morning away. Nick woke up before his best friend, appreciating a second alone before Pete woke up.

He sat with his feet on the floor, breathing in and out slowly and feeling the morning chill in the dark room. He drew the curtains slowly and stood right next to the window, observing the streets below. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping. Everything was still for a fleeting moment, until he felt Maverick’s hand on his back.

“Ready, Goose?”, asked maverick.

“I’ve been ready this whole time,” answered Goose, with a smile on his face.

By 11:00, the bridal party was out of the hotel and at the venue: a beautiful botanical garden with a seaside view. The group consisted of Y/n, Penny who was the maid of honor, 3 other bridesmaids, Y/n’s mother, and the makeup and hair stylists. There was also the photographer who was doing her best to capture every moment that they would want to remember in 10, 20, 30… years time.

Bradley was in neither party, being carried around the venue back and forth between the guys and the women, but he was happy to be the center of attention wherever he went.

The day seemed to be both passing as quickly as water might slip through one’s fingers and as slow as a snail. One might say that 11:00 was early to get to the venue, but with weddings one can never be too early. By 2:00, almost everything was in order, and everyone was having lunch. The wedding planner was running around, trying to get every last detail right. She was making sure not one flower was out of place, that the band were where they had to be, that the sound system was in order and everything in between.

There was one more surprise that y/n and her best friend had to finish working out. One that not even Penny knew until a few hours before they came to the venue, but the reveal would have to wait until after the ceremony itself.

The guests were arriving at 3:00 and everything was exactly on schedule, with the wedding supposed to start at 3:30. Even though Y/n and her fiancé weren’t exactly the most traditional couple, they had been told by his mother to set the ceremony on the half hour mark, because that way their wedding would begin on the upswing as the minute hand on the clock was going up as well.

30 minutes later and everything was right where it needed to be. Y/n was still in the parlor, touching up her lipstick when her dad walked through the door. The room was silent, but there was a lot of love filling in the blanks that the quiet left open.

The man smiled at her daughter who always looked like a princess, but even more so in her gown. She looked like more than a princess, like an angel, he thought. She was perfect and he began to cry even before the ceremony started. Behind him was her mother, who shared her husband’s thoughts. She was getting teary eyed as well and both of them practically ran up to their beautiful daughter and hugged her tight.

Y/n wanted both of her parents to walk her down the aisle, she wanted to feel both of them next to her. The trio cried a little bit, but then y/n opened her trembling lips.

“Ok, we really have to stop crying. I can’t even imagine how bad it’s gonna get during the actual ceremony,” she laughed.

“Oh honey, we love you so much,” said her mother, as both parents kissed their daughter’s cheek.

“We better get going,” said her dad, as he heard the guests quieting down when the piano began.

“I know. But I have one more thing to tell you both…”

The ceremony began with Rooster and Maverick walking down the aisle together, the biggest smiles on both their faces. Then came the bridesmaids and the groomsmen, arms linked. Then came Penny, already tearing up and sniffling her way down. Even so, she had a smile on her face that could light up a room.

Little Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw (because yes, his father and uncle had already come up with a call sign for him) was walking down the aisle right before the flower girl with the rings for his parents. Everyone looked at him with endeared looks on their faces, because no one could resist “aweing” at a child as cute as him. He proudly walked down that aisle, with a smile on his face and his tiny chest puffed out.

It was a mystery to the guests why the bride and her parents already seemed to have cried as they walked down the aisle, and a lot. But, the bride looked beautiful and not one eye was dry.

Though it was supposed to be Mr. and (almost) Mrs. Bradshaw’s day, Bradshaw Jr. stole the show with his complete awe and admiration towards his mother. He stood there with his little jaw hanging wide open, and everyone laughed. But when everyone was looking at him, Nick only had eyes for Y/n. She was sparkling, gleaming, floating down that aisle. She was an angel come down from heaven. She was perfect, even when se cried she was flawless and he couldn’t help but cry as soon as he saw her.

The wedding continued and then the vows came. And finally, the I dos.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may-” and the officiator was cut off, because Nick was already dipping his bride to kiss her.

Everyone cheered and the celebration began.

One of the reasons they had decided to get married in the afternoon was so they could have the best lighting for pictures: golden hour. The photographer had spent all day trying to find the perfect spot for pictures because the goal was to capture both the plants and the beach in the background. The gardens were full of life, breathing and the plants were letting the sun bathe them in what looked like molten gold. The pictures began with only the couple in the frame, then with their son, and their parents and friends, etc. After about 30 minutes, they had gotten enough pictures to remember the day by, and everyone was going toward the large tent where the dance floor was and their tables, too.

“Alright, one more picture,” said the photographer. This time, it was just the newlyweds in the frame like they started.

“Ok, I want you to face away from each other and I’ll let you know when you can turn around. That way we can get a picture where everything looks dynamic and lively. These kinds of shots are great to make the pictures look like they’re almost moving,” instructed the photographer, winking at the bride.

Y/n was smiling so wide that it was hard to hide from her husband, but she knew holding back would be worth it for the surprise she’d been planning all day.

Once Nick was facing away from his wife, y/n got down on one knee, carefully arranging her dress so it would get caught beneath her. Penny came running to hand her the supplied necessary for the surprise and then ran away as quickly as she came back.

“You can turn around now,” said the photographer.

Goose looked down in confusion at his wife.

“Didn’t we already do this, love?” he asked.

“Nick Bradshaw, will you honor me by being the most wonderful father in the universe one more time?”, asked y/n, the biggest smile on her face and handing him a positive pregnancy test and a baby onesie.

The photographer was clicking away on the camera and all of their family and friends were already gathering around, cheering.

“Of course I will, I do!”, he exclaimed, picking his wife up and kissing her. His face was filled with pure love and admiration, the feeling of pure excitement filling him as he imagined his growing family. Bradley came up to his parents, having to be explained that he would be a big brother in about 9 months :)

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