#this is literally nothing I just noticed it in a gif and laughed myself stupid

[leiswxrld]

𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒.. “shit- baby what if someone catches us”

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Bill Kaulitz x black fem reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: smut, p in v sex, blowjob, doggy style in the changing room, reader being literal feral for him, cock hungry , you guys could get caught, not proof read 🤧

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1188 words

𝐀/𝐍: A Bill Kaulitz smut 👏🏾 bye bill is such a cutie, managed to come up with this on the spot and write it in a day proud of myself 🫡

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒: @cafekitsune for line divers ❥

It was safe to say you had never been this turned on in your life.

Yes you had watched bill’s concerts with the band before but this particular concert had you wanting to be on your hands and knees and milking him completely dry.

He was wearing all black as usual but something just stood out to you, the way he sang like his life depended on it.. the copious amounts of sweat dripping down his forehead, the fact he had quickly flashed the crowd, showing his tone body to the audience something he had never done before.

It had you going completely feral.

When the band said their final goodbyes, he made his way back to his changing room, you were already there waiting for him.

“Oh shit- you scared me, how did you get here so fast” he says, putting a hand to his chest to indicate that you had really given him a jump.

“Oh nothing I just wanted to congratulate my boyfriend before he got back” you say, stalking your way towards him and wrapping your arms around his waist. He notices this and looks up into the mirror to see your eyes had darken from the usual colour as if you were being controlled by something.

“I know that look.. you know we can’t do it here” he says rubbing your hands before gently removing them from his waist. you look at him innocently, through the mirror and turn him around so that he was facing you and gently press soft kisses on his neck making sure to create reddish bruise’s all around.

“I don’t know what your talking about bill I’m just congratulating you on today’s performance” his breath jerks, eyeing you suspiciously as he rubs the sides of your waist.

“You’ve never congratulated me like this before, it’s just like any other concert what’s so special about this one”

You let out a sultry laugh as if he had asked a stupid question, “what’s so special…is that you looked so fucking sexy up on stage baby, I barley could contain myself” you say tracing the outline of his chest with your finger.

His eyes widen, watching you get on your knees and he begin’s to panick trying to push you off as you unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants along with his boxers. “Shit- baby what if someone catches us… you know how loud I get”

“Then you’ll just have to learn to shut up”

His cock hits the bottom of his abdomen, the tip leaking precum. you licked your lips in excitement going straight to work, swirling your tongue around the mushroom shaped tip before engulfing the entire length into your mouth.

He lets out a muffled moan as he brings his hands to his mouth, watching the door fearfully as your head bobs up and down his cock. You look up at him and grin, moaning as the oscillation’s went to his dick. “s-shit baby I didn’t know I turned you on this m-much” he whimpers, his eyes watering.

You were giving him the most toe curling head he had ever received and he was enjoying every last second of it. you were drooling all over his length as it dripped down your chin and onto the floor.

Bill was moaning so loud, that he could be heard from outside, that’s how you knew he was close. You bobbed your head at a faster rate and moaned briskly,

“shit..shit..shit”

bill let’s out a groan and comes down your throat. You don’t think he had cum this hard before, heedless amounts of cum going down your throat and you continued to suck him, until he was milked dry.

“fuckkkkkk” he wailed, falling onto the desk behind, you stood back up, licking the cum that was on your lips and fingers like ice cream.

You kiss him once more, letting him taste the saltiness of his cum that surrounded your mouth and showing your needyness and deprivation for him before pulling away the string of saliva connecting your lips, breaking.

“I want you right now bill please” you whine, giving him more kisses on his neck. He couldn’t resist you, especially if you were this needy and desperate for him.

“We have to be quick I have to meet up with the others in 10” he says, pulling you toward him and bending you over the desk. “How wet are you for me…hmm?”

“So wet for you bill” you say, grabbing his fingers and laying them against your wet cunt. His breath hitched, feeling the wetness coat his fingers and noticing that you were not wearing any panties, underneath the short plaited skirt.

“Just want it in me… please” you whine, putting your fingers to your clit and rubbing slowly.

He was so hard for you that he could feel the overwhelming pulses in his cock intensify, watching you play with yourself. “So fucking sexy”

He grabs your love handles and positions you, teasing your folds with his cock-head, tapping it ever so gently before easing himself into you. He heave’s, the tightness of your inviting warmth nearly making him spill into you, “Jesus- your so tight”

You moan, resting your head on the desk as he begins rocking his hips into you, the wetness of your pussy being so much that it felt like a strong vice tugging on his length, “oh-ssshit” you slur, feeling already cock drunk.

He began pounding into you, making your toes curl as it hit your g-spot every time. You’d moan ‘yes’s’ and ‘more’, the feeling of an orgasm trickling up, your hands gripping the table like your life depended on it, the vanity’s desk banging and shaking against the wall.

“Look at me baby…look how fucking beautiful you look”

Dazed, you look up and make eye contact with bill in the mirror, watching yourself get fucked like a common whore, in a dressing room knowing that anyone could come in and catch you both in the act.

He grabbed your throat and kissed up your ear, whispering praises and sweet nothings. Your walls tighten around his length and bill knew you were close,

“Come for me”

“nghhhh- coming” you wheeze, your vision going crossed eyed as you cum on his dick, slumping on the desk with a whimper. “Where do you want my cum baby…shit….tell me”

“In me… cum in me” he listens to you, shortly after coming inside of you with a loud moan, his load filling you up as most of it spilled out of your warmth, letting it drip down your thighs.

You felt bad for the person who was going to have to clean the room after your little escapade as they were going to be met with the displeasant surprise.

He takes short breaths, the high coming down as he pulled out and carried you over to the couch. You were far too gone to even react or say anything just resting your head on his chest, letting him play with your hair.

“I love you so fucking much” he confesses kissing your forehead,

“I love you too”

#bill kaulitz x black reader #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz #black reader #black reader smut #tokio hotel #smut #bill kaulitz x black fem reader #reader #leiswxrld #leiscoven #bill kaulitz smut

[dirty-bong-water666]

Zoro x Fem!Reader

Drinks!!

Tw- frobin (sorry if you don't like it😭😭), alcohol, gambling, fingering, oral (both recieving), piv, no protection (guys please wrap your willy dont be silly), praise, nicknames

Nami had suggested getting drinks after another big win. So I was stood infront of my vanity on the ship putting on lip gloss. I was in the dress I newly bought. It was a short dark green dress that had strings with rhinestones hanging off the bottom while the straps were rhinestone as well. Not to mention the cute low cut.

Nami stepped into our shared room with Robin. She had a dark maroon dress that had a slit up the leg. "You look hot!" She complimented. I laughed and did a spin for her. "I might take you before Zoro does." Nami teased.

"Stop that." I laughed. "There is nothing between me and Zoro. Now help me find some heels." She rolled her eyes and looked in the closet. Soon finding a pair of white high heels that has rhinestones on the heel. "Cute!" I said snatching them and putting them on.

"Alright let's go everyone else already left!" She said pushing off the ship. We walked to the casino we were going to party at soon arriving.

Nami and I walked to an area to gamble and cheat. We ordered our selves margaritas and began to gamble our hearts away, or bank accounts.

"Nami I'm gonna go relax for a bit." I yelled over the music. Even though she was too caught up to even notice me speaking. I laughed and walked to the booth where Zoro, Robin, and Franky were. I giggled noticing how Zoro l9oked like a third wheel.

Franky was quite obviously flirting with Robin and Zoro was quite literally about to throw up. I took the seat besides Zoro and poured myself some sake. Drinking it quickly.

Franky and Robin walked off to the dance floor leaving me and Zoro by ourselves. "Where did the captain go?" I asked him.

"Him, Chopper, and Usopp just walked off. They're probably eating. And the pervy cook is off with some chicks." Zoro told me.

I laughed and covered my mouth with my hand. "Sounds like the cook." We sat in a comfortable silence for a little while watching as Nami gambled, Robin and Franky dancing, Luffy eating 7 course meals while Usopp and Chopper are passed out on the table beside him, Brook going around making stupid skeleton puns, and Sanji trying to flirt with every girl there.

"Wanna have a drinking contest?" I suggested. I smiled at him. He smirked.

"Your on." He said. He called a waiter over and ordered tons of shots.

I had gotten down at least 5 and himself 7. I was admiring the way his jaw would flex everytime he took a shot. The sight could make me drool. His strong hands gripping the small glasses. Not paying attention I spilled some of the alcohol on my breasts. I groaned and grabbed a napkin to clean it up.

From the corner of my eye I could see Zoro watching me clean my chest. Well really just my chest. At the sight if this I decided to move closer to him. I wrapped my arm around his own and pushed my tits against him. Grabbing another shot and taking it.

Zoro leaned into me close to my eat and spoke. "That looks good on you but it would look way better off." The breath on my ear was hot. I blushed, hard. "How about we get out of here hmm, princess?" The name made me blush even more.

I smirked. "Alright let's get going then Zoro~." I dragged him from his eat and out the casino. I could feel the crews eyes on us as we left.

As soon as we made it to my bed he kissed me deeply. Placing his hands around my waist I wrap my arms around his neck. I kicked off my heels while still making out with the green haired man. He pushes us down on the bed hovering over me. Zoros lips were still connected to my own.

His hand traveled down the sides of my body and to the hem of my dress his hand reached up and pressed against my clothed clit. I moaned into the kiss and gripped his shirt. He pulled away with a smirk. "You like that princess, huh?" He removed my whole dress leaving me in only a pair of underwear and a bra. Ge removed my bra and panties leaving me fully naked infront of him. "Your so pretty, princess." He praised. I blushed and looked away from him. "No need to be shy." He hummed and tilted my face to face his own and connected our lips again. His knee was invetween my thighs and his left hand on my right breast.

He began to kneed my tit and I moaned leading him to enter his tongue into my mouth exploring every corner. His knee pressed against my pussy and I squealed at the pressure.

He pulled away and attacked my neck leaving little marks along my neck. Little moans kept escaping my lips. His lips traveled down my body and he lifted my thighs above his shoulders. Zoro kissed her inner thighs. "What a pretty little pussy." He said before kitten licking me. I moan and my hips buck upwards. He pushes my thighs down to hold me in place and began to attack my pussy with his tongue.

"God... uh- Zoro.. oh!" I moaned out. His tongue was lapping at my clit and his hands were rubbing the sensitive parts of my thighs. He hummed against my clit when I moaned. I could feel my legs twitch and he did it again liking my reaction.

Zoro brought one of his hands to my hole and pushed a finger inside of me. I arched my back and moaned. He began to pump in and out of me quickly. His tongue still working against my clit.

"Zoro I'm- ahh~ g-gonna- hah cum!" I moaned. He pumped his fingers faster and soon brought me over the edge. I was in complete ecstacy as he pulled me through the orgasm. Zoro pulled his face away with my juices all along his face. He smirked and kissed me. I could taste myself on his mouth and moved so I was sat in top of him. "Let me return the favor." I said taking his shirt off.

I then slid down to his pants and began to unbutton them. Pulling them off he was left in boxers. I reached my hand inside and began to stroke his cock feeling how big he really is. "Mmm." He groaned. I smirked and removed his boxers.

When they were off I fully saw his size. Zoro was massive. I didn't think I would be able to fully fit him in my mouth. I spit in my hand and use it to coat his cock. Placing my lips along the tip and swirling my tongue. I pulled away and began to kitten lick his tip.

Zoro getting impatient he pushed my head down his full cock me gagging in the process. I began to bob my head back and forth along his large dick sucking and stroking it. "Y/n.... hahh." He moaned. I couldn't help but hum at the sound of my name leaving his lips. It was so hot.

Not to long after his cock was twitching inside my mouth. He gripped me by the hair and pulled me up. "Can't take this any longer." He groaned. He flipped me onto my stomach with my ass in the air.

He smacked my ass and I moaned. "Princess, are you ready for a reward for being such a good girl." He whispered seductively into my ear. I nodded. "I wanna hear you say it." He rasped.

"Yes I am Zoro." I whined. With one more slap on my ass he slid his tip across my folds. He used my slick as lube and slowly pushed inside of me. "Ohhh~." I moaned as he slid inside. He was huge and wasn't even fully inside of me. After getting all the way in he let pit a breath and stayed still for a moment.

Soon he began to move at a slow but hard pace. Picking up the pace slowly. I moaned his name as he sped up. "God your pussy feels so good Y/n." He purred out. His hands on my hips as he thrusted inside of me.

"Zoro!" I moaned he flipped me around so I was on my back and facing him. He lifted my legs on top of his shoulders and plowed into me.

My mind went hazy as he kept his hard pace. I moved my hips in a circular motion, grinding into him. "Oh my god." I moaned out. My hands were pulling and grabbing at his hair.

Zoros face dipped down to the crook of my neck leaving bite marks along it. "Hah hah y/n." He moaned. His hand moved from my waist to my clit and started to rub.

"Mmmmm!" I whined at the pressure on my clit. His thrust and his fingers were bringing me closer and closet to the edge. "Oh Z-zoro hah mmm I'm s-so close!" I whimpered out.

"Me too, princess." He groaned into my neck. He moved his face and captured my lips in his. Tears were brimming my eyes at the feeling of him pounding me.

"Ahh!" I moaned. I released myself all over his thick cock. Soon after he pulled out and stroked him self till he released on my stomach.

"Hah Y/n." He moaned as he came. The sight could've made me cum myself. The way his face contorted into one of pure bliss. After I sat up and kissed his lips.

"How about a shower then we sleep." I said while embracing him. My bare breast pressed against him. He smiled and inhaled my scent.

"Alright."

---

♡BONUS♡

The rest of the crew were sitting at a table all together now. "So when's a good time to go back?" Asked Usopp.

"In an hour or two." Nami said.

"I can't believe this my beautiful Y/n-swan is with that mosshead." Cried sanji. Luffy laughed at him.

"At least he gets some." Luffy laughed at his own comeback. Which had Usopp dying and Sanji fuming.

#one piece x reader smut #one piece #one piece smut #roronoa zoro #zoro #zoro x reader #zoro x reader smut #anime

[helloalycia]

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 [𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑] — 𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐂𝐈𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐍𝐀𝐌-𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐘

one / two / three / five / masterlist / wattpad

summary: as you try to avoid witnessing Clayton making moves on your girlfriend, you start to hang out with the help some more, only making Alycia jealous in return.

warning/s: none.

author's note: super delayed (my bad), but here’s the final part! hope you guys liked this one :)

Alycia's parents were treating her to lunch today, so I busied myself with icing the cupcakes Millie let me help her bake yesterday, and also the little 2-tier cake I'd baked for Alycia as a surprise.

It was fun, I wouldn't lie, even though I was terrible at baking and icing and anything creative in that aspect. But Millie was great company and it was a nice enough distraction from the utter boredom I otherwise would have felt with Alycia being gone. 

"So, how did you and Alycia meet?" Millie was asking as we dyed our icing.

"It was actually at a job, working over the summer at one of her parents' camps," I answered. "Though, back then, I definitely didn't know she was the daughter to millionaires."

"Would that have changed anything if you did?" she asked with an amused smile.

I shrugged, weighing it up as I'd never really thought about it. "I'm not entirely sure... I think if I knew before speaking to her, I may have avoided her. But that would have been based on a preconceived idea that she's stuck up and spoilt, y'know? Obviously, I spoke to her because she was my buddy at the time and we got along from there. And by the time she told me about her parents, well... she's lucky she's cute."

Millie laughed at my joke. "That's adorable. You guys make a lovely couple. And you're right about getting to know Alycia. I've worked here for a year or so, mostly for her parents, but the few times she's visited and we've interacted, she's been kind."

I smiled, knowing that sounded like Alycia. Nothing like her parents, thank God.

"So, how did you end up being a private chef?" I asked curiously.

We passed time as we decorated, talking about how she went to culinary school, what she did when she wasn't baking and her love for it all. It was refreshing, especially because I'd never met anyone who did this for a living. And after she helped me not make a fool of icing the cakes, but also assisted me in decorating Alycia's, a waiter entered the kitchen to let us know of Alycia's return.

"That's your cue," Millie encouraged, before nodding to the cake in the box on the counter. "Knock 'em dead."

A little excited, I smiled gratefully before grabbing the cake and heading to the front door with hopes of finding Alycia. They were still outside, I noticed, when I glanced out the window, and then I realised they weren't alone. Her parents, her and fucking Clayton of all people were getting out the car, chatting and smiling. Had he gone to lunch with them? What the fuck? I literally stayed behind so Alycia could have some bonding time with her parents, not him.

Frustrated, I stepped away from the window and realised my anger had gotten the better of me because I'd unintentionally squeezed the box in my hand and, consequently, the cake.

"Fuck," I mumbled, before backing away from the door and returning to the kitchen.

"How did she– wait, what happened?" Millie started, but stopped herself when I tossed the cake box on the counter.

"Fucking Clayton and his fucking lack of boundaries," I muttered with irritation, before leaning my head in my hands on the counter to contain myself.

"Oh, Y/N..."

I'd never discussed anything of my feelings towards Clayton to Millie, but it was pretty evident how I was feeling right now. I thought I was over it, especially after Alycia's reassurances last night, but clearly I wasn't.

"It doesn't matter," I said with a heavy sigh. "It was stupid anyway. Just throw it out. It's basically bird food now anyway."

No doubt giving me a disapproving look, Millie grabbed the box and said, "Don't be silly."

I glanced up when I heard her shuffling about, only to see her taking the cake out the box and cutting a decent enough slice that wasn't destroyed by my inability to contain my anger.

"Go," she ordered, pushing the plate towards me. "Give this to your girlfriend."

I narrowed my eyes at the cake. "She's too busy with Clayton."

Millie gave me a knowing look. "It's her dad, not her, now go." I just about rolled my eyes when she added, "Don't be a child, Y/N."

Grumbling to myself, I straightened up and grabbed the plate. But not before glancing at her and saying, "You're getting too comfortable with me."

She cracked a smile, resisting the urge to laugh, before wafting me away with her hand. I groaned inwardly before returning to the front of the house, where Alycia, her parents and Clayton were just entering the atrium. As soon as Alycia spotted me, her face lit up and she ran to me, almost making me drop the plate as she hugged me. Admittedly, it made me forget why I was annoyed in the first place and I immediately returned the hug.

"Ooh, what's that?" she asked distractedly, eyeing up the cake slice. "My surprise, perhaps?"

Unable to stop my smile, I was about to reply, but was instantly cut off by her father.

"Oh, that can't be Millie's handiwork, surely," he said with a loud laugh. "What on earth is that decoration?" Glancing at Clayton, he added, "This is why you have to be picky with the help."

Clayton laughed at his joke whilst I tried very hard not to throw the plate at his head.

"Dad!" Alycia scolded with a look. "That's not nice!"

Her dad played dumb, then looked to Clayton for approval, which only boiled my blood more.

"Y/N, what is it?" Alycia asked, expression softening when she looked back to me.

"Nothing," I managed to say without flipping out irrationally. "Just leftovers from a practice batch Millie made." Swallowing hard, I took a step back. "In fact, I should probably throw it out. It's not that nice anyway."

Alycia frowned, about to speak, but bloody Clayton of all people spoke up.

"Alycia, your dad and I are going to get a drink, would you like to join us?"

Seconds away from smashing this plate on his head, I rolled my eyes and turned to leave instead. Storming back to the kitchen a second time, I made a beeline for the bin.

"Seriously?" Millie asked with playful disbelief. "You still haven't–?"

"It was a stupid idea," I snapped, setting the empty plate before her, before leaving to get some fresh air.

—

Not even half an hour passed when Alycia found me returning to the house after a well-needed sulk around the property.

"Y/N!" she called once she spotted me by the outdoor dining area. "I've been looking for you everywhere!"

"I haven't been very far," I said nonchalantly.

She frowned guiltily, eyes flickering between mine. "I didn't know Clayton would be there. My parents took me out and he was already sat there at the table."

"He always seems to be present, don't you think?"

She sighed. "I know."

I lifted an eyebrow questioningly. "Seriously? Why not doing something about it, Alycia?"

She raised her eyebrows too. "Don't you think I'm trying?"

I tried not to scoff as I crossed my arms. "Well, not hard enough."

Definitely surprised by my attitude, she gave me a look. "Y/N."

I looked down at my shoes, knowing my anger would return if we discussed this any longer. "Forget it. See you at dinner."

"Y/N," she started as I began to walk away.

"Or maybe we'll see Clayton, who knows?" I said sarcastically, before rolling my eyes as I left, ignoring her calls.

It wasn't her fault, I knew that, but she wasn't exactly telling her father to back off, at least not well enough. I was uncomfortable and her parents were doing a pretty great job at making me want to leave. So, why couldn't we?

—

Dinner time that same evening was awkward as hell and I was counting down the seconds before I could leave to go up to our room. Her parents were chatting, talking about the business and Alycia, and I was staying quiet because I seriously couldn't be bothered. The only relieving thing was that they hadn't invited Clayton.

At one point, the dessert was brought out – the cupcakes that Millie let me help her make, though she did ninety-nine percent of it – and her dad felt the need to comment.

"Ah, see? This is Millie's handiwork," he said with a smile as the waiter placed some cupcakes before us all. "None of that rubbish from earlier."

I bit my tongue as I distracted myself with my cup of tea. Alycia glanced over at me, wanting to say something, but as usual, she didn't.

When the meal was over, Alycia and I headed straight upstairs for bed. I never usually went to sleep so soon after eating, but I didn't want to stay awake and have to talk things out with Alycia, not when I was still so upset at the situation. So, after getting ready for bed, I jumped right in and laid down, turning my back to Alycia who was still unchanged from her day clothes.

"Y/N?" she called gently. "Can we talk?"

I closed my eyes, frowning to myself. "I'm tired."

I heard her sigh from behind me, and though a small part of me felt bad for treating her like this, the rest knew that it wasn't fair how I was being treated this whole trip. The sooner we left, the better. But for now...

"Okay," she muttered. "Goodnight, I guess."

I didn't say anything, but the door closed and I assumed she'd gone into the ensuite to get ready for bed, too.

—

I'd hoped going to sleep would put me in a better mood, but when I woke up the next day, I was only reminded of how shitty everything had been and my mood still remained.

There were only two days left before Alycia and I could go home, but for now I had to suck it up. I still wasn't in the mood to talk to Alycia, so I avoided her the best I could, which I soon discovered was ideal because none other than fucking Clayton was back at the house again. Apparently it wasn't for Alycia, based on what the staff chatter had to say, but rather for a business meeting with her dad. Either way, it was an excuse for him to be around and I would have rather stayed away.

Deciding that Millie was the only other person here that I knew and felt comfortable enough to be around, I went to bother her as she worked in the kitchens. Plus, I owed her an apology after my outburst yesterday.

When I found her, she was preparing some ingredients for something and almost didn't notice my presence until I stopped by a stool at the counter.

"Hey," I said with a small smile.

When she saw me, she returned my smile with a relieved one. "Y/N, hey. How are you doing? You seemed really upset yesterday."

I leaned in the palm of my hand nervously. "Yeah, look, I'm sorry for snapping at you. It wasn't very nice, especially not after you tried to help me with the whole situation."

"It's okay," she assured. "I can see how annoying it must be to find out Clayton is always around. I'm guessing that's why you're here now."

I sighed, trying not to get worked up at the mere mention of him. "Yeah. I hope that's okay. I just can't stand being around him. And Alycia isn't helping the situation, so we're kind of not talking."

At this, Millie gave me a disapproving look. "You can't just not speak to her. You know this is an awkward spot for her. It's her parents, not her."

"I understand that, but how about me? I'm at my girlfriend's house to hang out with her family and instead of that, they're trying to show her off to another guy right in front of me. Why do I have to be okay with that?"

Millie sighed, shrugging as she worked. "You're right. It's shitty. But you need to communicate this to Alycia, not avoid her."

I put my head in my hands and groaned quietly. "Can I avoid her a little longer? I'm not in the mood."

Chuckling quietly, Millie nodded. "I suppose so. Maybe I can teach you how to make fresh pastry."

Glad she was letting me stay, I smiled for real and jumped off the stool. "Thanks, Millie."

It was probably a terrible sign that I enjoyed spending more time with a pastry chef than I did my girlfriend's family, but I didn't care. If they couldn't bother to make half the effort with me that I was making with them, then I couldn't change that. Besides, there were only two more days left. I could surely survive that.

After spending the morning with Millie, chatting away mindlessly and watching as she worked because it was better than watching TV for hours on end, it was soon lunchtime. We were supposed to be having an outdoor afternoon tea for lunch, with some baked goods that Millie and a few of the other chefs had prepared in advance. I was stood outside with Millie after she set the table, the two of us talking by the doors, when Alycia found me.

Millie and I's conversation ceased as soon as Alycia stopped by us, glancing at me with a tense jaw.

"Alycia," I greeted, still mildly irritated.

"Can I speak to you, please?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. Before glancing at Millie and adding, "In private?"

I looked at her with disbelief, but before I could say anything, Millie nodded awkwardly.

"I should get back to work," was all she said, before returning to the kitchen.

When she was gone, I looked back to Alycia. "That was a little rude, don't you think?"

Alycia's green eyes stared holes into mine. "What are you doing?"

I was confused. "What?"

She crossed her arms with annoyance as she asked, "Do you like her?"

Absolutely baffled now, I raised my eyebrows and stared at her. "What? Are you joking right now?"

She clenched her jaw, unimpressed. "All you keep doing is avoiding me and hanging out with her instead. What gives?"

The audacity of her to make such assumptions was laughable, to the point where I had to stop myself from doing so.

"Wow," I said with both irritation and impatience. "You're kidding me, right?" Judging from her know-it-all expression and the patronising glare she was giving me, I knew she wasn't. I continued, "Maybe if you stopped appeasing your dad's wishes this whole trip and hanging out with Clayton all the time, you'd see that I'm bored! Millie is the only bloody person I can hang out with here!"

Alycia scoffed frantically, shaking her head and looking away. "That's hardly fair."

I widened my eyes as I gave her a questioning look. "Isn't it?! What's not fair is that I'm here to bond with my girlfriend's parents and, instead of doing the same, they're trying to set you up with a new man whilst I'm literally right here!"

"That's not what's happening–!"

It was my turn to scoff as I cut her off. "Sure it's not. Because he just so happens to be around all the time, doesn't he?" Giving her an angry glare, I said, "He drools over you, Alycia. And do you think I like watching him check you out? Because I bloody don't!"

She opened her mouth to speak, but just on cue, someone approached us and interrupted, and it was damn Clayton.

"Sorry to interrupt, ladies, but Alycia–"

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" I shouted at him, before losing my patience and shoving past him to return indoors. I didn't have to deal with this – it wasn't fair!

Storming up to our room, I shut the door and tried very hard to contain my frustration, but it was too late, I was already fuming. It wasn't fair! I didn't deserve to be treated like this! And I wasn't going to stand for it anymore. Being here was only making me miserable, so I had to leave. Alycia could stay the rest of the trip with her parents, but they didn't want me here and I didn't want to be here.

Pulling out my suitcase, I grabbed as much as I could from the wardrobe and threw it in, deciding to pack everything up. Clayton and Alycia's parents could live happily together, but I didn't care to see it.

I was midway through packing when the door suddenly opened and Alycia appeared.

"Y/N, we need to talk," she said sternly. "Not argue."

"I'm not interested," I said dismissively, throwing another shirt in.

She must have realised what I was doing, finally paying attention, as she lost her irritation and looked to me sadly. "You're leaving?"

I narrowed my eyes at her. "No, I just thought the suitcase was a looking a little empty. What do you think?"

"Y/N!"

I ignored her and continued to pack, moving to grab some toiletries from the dressing table.

"Please, let's just talk this through," she tried again. "I don't want to fight."

"Neither do I, but I can't be here anymore," I said, throwing my toiletries in my bag. "We can talk it through at home. You should stay the rest of the week."

"We're literally talking right now," she pointed out, making me roll my eyes. "C'mon, just sit. Please."

I met her eyes with a hardened stare. "Not in the mood."

She frowned and then her jaw clenched and I saw her impatience shining through. "Y/N."

I was stubborn, but so was she, and I refused to let her get her way this time.

Returning to my packing, I planned to ignore her presence until I finished, and even when she rounded the bed to approach me, I blanked her out. A little too much, in fact, as I didn't realise she'd pulled out some handcuffs from her back pocket and snapped them onto my wrist, connected to hers.

"Alycia!" I scolded. "Unlock it right now."

She pursed her lips, shaking her head. "Nope."

I bit back my irritation. "Maybe when you were a kid this sort of behaviour was cute, but it's not now, so let me go."

"Talk to me then," she insisted. "I don't like how things ended before and I don't like seeing you upset."

"Well, I'm not in the mood to speak to you right now and I just want to leave," I retorted. "So, respect that."

Her gaze softened. "Please."

I outstretched my free hand. "Key. Now."

Just when I thought I'd have to wrestle it from her, she sighed and gave in. "Fine."

As she patted down her pockets, I pushed my hair from my eyes and groaned inwardly. "Where the hell d'you even get handcuffs anyway?"

"Toy set from when I was a kid," she mumbled, before I watched her pat her pockets some more. Judging from the worried look she had, I couldn't imagine the news being good.

"Alycia, give me the key," I repeated, growing nervous, and she tensed her jaw with annoyance. "This isn't funny."

"D'you see me laughing?" she snapped, before checking her back pockets and coming up with nothing.

I tried to pull my wrist from the metal cuffs, but it pulled her wrist too, making her yelp, and that's when I realised she really wasn't joking.

"Alycia, are you insane?!" I shouted, already stressing because of what this meant.

"Just shush!" she ordered, though the guilt was seeping through. "Panicking doesn't help!"

I gasped sarcastically. "Sorry if we're bloody handcuffed together and I'm panicking! Because in case you didn't realise, darling, we're handcuffed together!"

"I know!" she shouted right back, before giving up with her futile searching. In a quieter voice, she said, "I've lost it. I must have missed my pocket when I put it in."

I groaned loudly, attempting to sit on the bed, but she of course came with me and I had to remain standing.

"Look, let's just go back downstairs and retrace my steps," she said hopefully. "It'll show. And if not, there's gotta be some tools somewhere."

I stayed quiet, not wanting to snap at her even more when I was already pissed off and she was the last person I wanted to be handcuffed to right now. Instead, I let her lead me downstairs and around the living room and old playroom, with hopes of finding the key on the floor somewhere. But we searched everywhere and there was nothing. Not wanting to give up, Alycia assured me we might be able to find some tools in the shed outside. But of course, it was just our luck when there was nothing there either.

"No offence, but you're terrible at this," I told her bitterly, before flagging down the pool boy who was nearby. "Hey, mate, are you alright to give us a hand? Alycia over here has handcuffed us together and we need something to unlock it with."

The pool boy, more of a man in all fairness, glanced at our handcuffed wrists. "Have you tried the key?"

I closed my eyes, containing my constant frustration that didn't seem to leave me today. Thankfully, Alycia responded so I wouldn't have to.

"We lost the key. We were thinking something like a screwdriver or a hammer. Anything else, really."

"Hmm...," he thought to himself. "I'm not sure about the wrist part, but I can definitely separate you by chopping the chain with a butcher's knife."

How hadn't I thought of that? It was genius!

"Yes!"

"No!"

I blinked, looking to Alycia. "I'm sorry?"

"Y/N, are you insane?" Alycia asked with disbelief. "That's so dangerous! What if he missed?!"

I opened my mouth, stunned. "Are you– are you kidding me right now, Alycia? Insane? You bloody handcuffed us together! The only insane one here is you!"

Taking that as his cue to leave, the pool boy turned on his heel and left Alycia and I to bicker.

"How dare you!" she exclaimed, not even attempting to disguise her annoyance anymore. "Sorry if I had to take extreme measures to talk to my girlfriend!"

"I said I would talk about it back home!" I reminded her, before yanking our wrists towards me. "Now c'mon! I don't want to be handcuffed to you any longer!"

"I said no!" she said, yanking me back as I attempted to walk away.

Frowning, I pulled her towards me. "We're using the knife, dammit!"

"I said no!" she repeated firmly, yanking me back towards her.

"Alycia!"

"No!"

"We're going to the–!"

"You're not listening–!"

"Alycia–!"

And before either of us knew it, she'd yanked me too hard, enough for me to go tumbling right into her and knocking us both into the pool. The cold water shocked the anger right out of me and I immediately tried to resurface, gasping for air. I made sure Alycia was okay beside me, momentarily stunned, and when she was pushing her wet hair from her eyes, the realisation settled in and my anger returned.

"I can't believe you just did that!" I shouted.

"Me? You're the one who fell into me!"

Swallowing hard, I began to swim to the stairs. Thankfully, she got the hint, and we both returned to our room dripping wet.

"We'll go to the garage in town first thing in the morning when it opens," she suddenly said when we were stood there making a mess on the carpet. "They'll have tools."

I resisted the urge to glare at her. This was probably the biggest fight we'd ever had and, right now, I hated her.

"I'm showering," I said without giving her much choice. "Come on."

Yanking her into the ensuite, I shut the door and grabbed a towel, mumbling to myself, "I'd have a bath but I can't because tweedledum is handcuffed to me..."

"I'm not stopping you," she said defensively. "Go for it."

I glanced at her, trying to see if she was joking, but when she wasn't, I thought what the heck? I deserved a nice, relaxing bubble bath. Though preferably one that didn't include her. Unfortunately, I couldn't manage that, but I could still have the bath, so I filled it up as I undressed and forced her to sit on the edge of the tub, look at the door and be quiet. Being Alycia, however, she couldn't manage that, and she was nonstop talking about how she didn't like Clayton or what her dad was up to or anything about this week so far. And I'd finally had enough.

"Alycia!" I snapped, opening my eyes. "The whole point of this is for me to relax. Be quiet, please."

She sighed, but thankfully listened, and I closed my eyes again, trying to forget that she was attached at the wrist and sat on the edge of my supposed-to-be relaxing bubble bath. Just when I thought I was doing better, she suddenly moved, making me open my eyes, and then I saw her jump into the bath with me, sitting opposite me and with her clothes still on.

Widening my eyes, I looked to her. "Alycia!"

"I'm sorry," she said with a pained voice, ignoring my shock and her current situation. "I know I need to do more. This week hasn't been fair on you. But my dad doesn't listen and I don't know what else to say. I don't mean to appear ignorant. I care about you, Y/N, so fucking much."

The sincerity in her voice was convincing enough, but I was still staring at the fact that she was soaking wet and fully clothed in the bath with me.

"Say something," she pleaded.

"You're wearing clothes?" I said with disbelief.

She rolled her eyes. "Forget that. Just talk to me. Please."

Despite the stupidity of everything, it was the distraction I needed to finally tell her how I was feeling. I hesitated, not planning to do it whilst sat naked before her in a bubble bath, but she clearly wasn't going to leave, so it was now or never.

"I've tried to be respectful, but your parents don't like me, Alycia," I started, meeting her eyes. "I can't stay here any longer whilst they do what they're doing. I just want to go home. This whole week has been a train wreck."

She sighed dragging her hand down her face. "I know."

I sighed too, looking down with embarrassment. "I know you don't like Clayton. But seeing him with you doesn't feel good. It's not that I don't trust you, but I can't help it if I feel jealous sometimes. Especially when I'm here because of you. I don't know. It just sucks."

She rested her cuffed hand on mine, rubbing her thumb gently. "I feel the same with you and Millie. And it wasn't fair of me to accuse you of anything. I was just pissed because you already hated me and she was making you smile and I got stupidly jealous."

I frowned, meeting her eyes. "I'm sorry to make you feel like that. I don't hate you, Alycia. I've just been upset. I'm not usually the jealous type and it got ugly."

"You're not," she agreed. "Neither am I. I guess this whole trip has just pulled us apart, huh?"

I hummed in agreement, leaning on the side of the tub with my elbow. I didn't know where to go with this. Her dad wasn't listening and that couldn't be changed. So, now what?

"I love you," she said, earning my attention. "I want to make things right. And that starts with you being comfortable. So, we'll leave tomorrow."

"It's your family, we can't just leave."

She lifted a brow. "Wanna bet?"

I gave her a knowing look. "Alycia. No. Look, I'll go. You stay. I'll see you back home in a few days."

"I'm not staying without you, and you don't want to stay, so we go together," she insisted, moving closer to me, unbothered by the fact that she was chest deep in water. "Besides, I don't really want to stay either. Not when my girlfriend is being shit on time and time again."

That was all I'd wanted to hear, selfishly enough.

"You're sure?" I asked. "I'll stay if you really want me to. And I won't sulk."

She cracked a smile. "I'm sure, love. We've been here long enough."

I nodded, relieved. "Thank you, Alycia."

"Thank you," she corrected. "For being so patient."

I gave her a small smile, before nodding to her clothes. "Take them off, idiot. You've already made a mess from jumping in here."

She laughed, pulling off her clothes whilst still in the water, only making a further mess of water on the floor. I rolled my eyes but gladly pulled her towards me, struggling at first but managing to keep her between my legs and hold her tight.

"Sorry, I was jealous," I mumbled into her shoulder.

She kissed my cheek and leaned back. "Me, too. And I'm sorry I couldn't try the cake you made me. It looked really nice."

I sighed. "No, it didn't."

She began to smile, her body moving slightly as she held in a laugh. "Yeah, no, it didn't."

I squeezed her playfully, making her laugh properly, and refused to let go.

#alycia debnam carey x you #alycia debnam carey x reader #alycia debnam carey imagine #alycia debman carey

[huggybearhughes43]

okay so i have an idea.. basically reader just broke up with someone and she went back to her hometown to get away from everything for a little bit, and she re found her old high school boyfriend (vince dunn) but now he was older more mature and like really hot 😜 and they would in secret “hang out” (iykyk😉) so they wouldn’t be caught by paparazzi (ALSO THIS CAN BE SMUT BUT IF YOU DONT WANNA WRITE IT AS SMUT THEN U DO WHATEVER U WANNA WRITE GIRLIE 😝()

More than anything

Vince Dunn X Fem! Reader

Warnings- none just fluff, past mentions of Vince being toxic in high school, lmk if you guys want a part two with smut

Summary- in the request :)

Word count- 624

My fingers fidget at my side as I contemplate actually doing it. I’m back in Lindsay, Ontario. It was off season, I knew that. I’m stood in front of Vince Dunns childhood home, the one I knew he stayed in when he wasn’t in his apartment in Seattle. I couldn’t lie, I missed him, his stupid smile, his pretty eyes. It might’ve been an act to just get back in my pants, it’s what he would’ve done in high school. But after the breakup two months ago, I had to see him again.

My shaky hands raise to knock on the door. I curse under my breath as I wait for someone to open the door, he didn’t know I was here. Hell, we hadn’t spoken in about five years, six years after we broke up our senior year. The last we had spoken was us catching up, nothing special. It wasn’t even in person, it was over text.

The door creaked open to reveal Vance. He was older, obviously, I knew he was going to look different. But what I didn’t know was how amazing he’d look. His curls were more defined, so were his cheekbones, and his jaw line. I was surprised he didn’t have a line of girls out his front door.

His eyes lit up at the sight of me. I figure I looked different as well. “Y/n…?” He smiled. God that smile, the smile I remember from every football game, every break in between classes, every hang out sesh after school. “Shit, I’ve missed you! I- I- fuck, come in.” He smiles, standing to the side to let me into the house.

That’s how me and Vince Dunn became friends again. For the first time since high school we actually laughed together, watched movies together, went on walks together. But what I forgot was that he was literally famous. People were taking photos from every corner of every road we walked on. In a week’s time our photos were plastered every where. “Vince Dunns new Girlfriend” “Who is Vince Dunns new girl?” “Vince Dunn spotted with new girl in his home town of Lindsay”.

Me and Vince were tired of it. Originally we planned to spend a day at the beach down at Sturgeon lake. But with all off these creeps taking photos, I didn’t feel like spending a day in public in a bikini knowing old men were probably taking photos. So instead Vince suggested to spend the day at his place in which I happily agreed to. Which leads to now, a pizza box on his coffee table as we’re cuddled up into a shared blanket, watching “The Haunting In Connecticut”. I had to force myself not to joke him at the fact that he remembered our favorite movie to watch together.

Vince’s arm was wrapped around my waist, his thumb rubbing at my side. We spoke about everything and nothing, catching up on our years spent apart. His voice had deepened and his jaw line had sharpened, everything that was new I couldn’t help but notice. It was like he was a new man, like hockey had changed him.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He softly whispers in my ear as he manages to wiggle himself to lay his head on my lap. I smile as my hand falls to his hair, combing my fingers through his curls. “Happy I came back to visit, hm?” I tease and his smile falters. “I’m just fucking with you,” I giggle “if I hadn’t missed you I wouldn’t have came here.” My fingers find their way to almost caress the side of his face. I naw at my bottom lip, staring at him.

“I’ve missed you more than anything.”

#smut #hockey smut #nhl #new jersey devils #jeremy swayman #jeremy swayman smut #boston college #john marino smut #luke hughes smut #umich hockey #vince dunn smut #vince dunn

[gemini-sensei]

Fem!chubby!reader, monstercock!demetri, shi!Eli, mentions of insecurity, nsfw (unedited)

Nerdy, shy, quiet Reader who has been life long friends with Eli and Demetri. They're close as can be, know each other better than they know themselves. They don't want to do anything but watch movies, hang out together, and survive high school. All they talk about are video games and comic books. They literally do everything together, even talk about crushes despite all of them having feelings for each other and being totally oblivious to it, so they hide their feelings by talking about girls like Yasmine and Moon and how pretty they are.

But then one day they're all talking about God knows what while playing a video game. They're laughing at how many ass shots were put in the game but it starts to make Reader feel insecure because she doesn't look like those video game ladies. She's not fit and skinny. She's chubby with a pudgy belly and too thick thighs. So she gets quiet, which isn't normal around her two best friends. They immediately take notice but think she's just getting tired. Eli leans in to start cuddling her like usual, but she pulls away and closes herself off.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong."

"I smell bullshit."

She asks them to leave it alone but they don't and she eventually breaks down and tells them. She starts crying because she's not pretty and clearly not the vision of beauty. It's stupid to her because it all started with the stupid video game girls, but obviously they're inspired by real life models and pretty women.

They tell her she's beautiful and spend the evening comforting her, picking out one of her favorite movies to watch while they cuddle in a big blanket fort. She falls asleep between them very warm and cozy and assured that she doesn't have to look like any model to be pretty.

Life goes on, but they're all still hiding from each other. It's so obvious they like each other, just not to them. Their distraction, Yasmine and Moon, can even see it from across the room. As the girls hold hands under the table, they watch the trio and gossip about them; Yasmine calls them "so dumb" while Moon thinks their whole obviousness is cute.

Meanwhile, the trio are talking about how cute the popular girls are, but then Demetri - unfiltered as all Hell - takes a hard left turn when he muses aloud:

"I bet a handjob from a girl is a lot better than getting myself off."

"What the fuck. I'm trying to eat."

"I'm just saying."

Eli is beat red and mortified that Demetri said something like that in the school cafeteria. He watches from the side as Demetri and Reader squabble about it for a good five minutes before she tells him:

"Fine, you wanna handjob from a girl, come over to my place after school. I'll give you one."

They all shut up, in shock at that. Even Reader is surprised she said anything like that. She can't take it back now, though, and it's not like she really wants to...

So they all end up at her place after school and they're sitting awkwardly on in her basement.

"So... should I just...?"

"Pull it out."

"Okay."

He undoes his pants and shoves them down around his ankles, his boxers following soon thereafter. Reader gasps at seeing his semi hard dick and how big it is. She also grows flustered at seeing him exposed and her eyes widen, because she's sure she can't wrap a hand around that.

The agreement also changed somewhere between lunch and now, so Eli is in on it too. So he also drops his pants after some hesitation and he's growing hard. They're both sitting on either side of her, cocks out and she's licking her lips.

She reaches out and grabs them both, or at least as much of Demetri as she can hold, and slowly starts pumping them. She gets a feel for what to do and once she figures it out, she starts really jerking them off. They’re moaning loudly, heads tilted back on the couch, watching her hands with half lidded eyes. They look at each other and are in silent agreement that, yes, this is better than their own hands.

As they get closer it gets harder to keep hold of them. Eli starts bucking his hips up involuntarily and Demetri's big cock throbs and makes it hard to hold. She manages somehow and they come all over her hands. She doesn't know what to do with it, so she gently licks up their cum. Then they return the favor...

She ends un spread open between them, their fingers exploring her opening. The run along her pussy lips, find her clit, spread her wetness everywhere. It's prodding and naughty, Eli hiding his face in her neck while Demetri watches her cunt. Then they each push a finger into her hole and she's whining loudly as they stretch her out and play with her. They finger fuck her, one thrusts his finger slower than the other while they rub and pinch her swollen clit.

From there on out, they do a lot of hand stuff and oral, but don't start a real relationship until a little later on. They don't even officially ask each other out, they just melt into a relationship the night they all took each other's virginities.

They were having a sleepover at Demetri’s house and Reader is only allowed to stay because she sleeps in the guest room while the boys sleep in Demetri’s room. However, that night she sneaks into his room because she can't sleep and wants cuddles. Demetri let's her climb under the blanket with him and soon thereafter Eli joins them. It's so tight, they're really rubbing against each other and before they know it, they're kissing and pulling one another's clothes off.

Reader sinks down on Eli's cock and rides him while Demetri plays with her tits. They have to stay quiet and Eli is so whiny, Reader has to kiss him to keep him quiet. They're both so shy and sweet with each other, they don't start making out until they're almost coming. She's starts having a hard time riding him and Demetri helps her by guiding her hips. When she comes, she shakes and squirts all over Eli's thick cock, which throbs hard as he unloads in her fat cunt.

Once she's recovered, Reader is laid down and Demetri pushes into her. He sinks in and bottoms out thanks to her having her first orgasm and Eli stretching her out. She's still stretched out on Demetri's big fat cock, but she loves it. They hold each other as he fucks her and Eli watches from the side. Demetri has to cover her mouth when he comes because she screams as he slams into her and comes hard.

As they both cuddle up to her for the night, they know their relationship is forever changed and they wouldn't want it any other way.

#poly binary boyfriends #poly eli and demetri #eli x reader x demetri #eli moskowitz imagine #eli moskowitz smut #eli hawk moskowitz #eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz #eli moskowitz x chubby reader #hawk moskowitz x chubby reader #hawk moskowitz x reader #hawk moskowitz smut #hawk moskowitz #demetri alexopoulos x chubby reader #demetri alexopoulos smut #cobra kai demetri #demetri alexopoulos x reader #demetri alexopoulos #cobra kai #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #cobra kai x plus size reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #cobra kai smut thought #cobra kai smut #gemini sensei

[silentmoths]

The most amicable guest at the party.

here it is folks, the promised Vampire Zhongli smutfic for halloween w only 45 minutes left until mariah carey herself defrosts.

it do b kinda rushed feeling, sorry ;;

Vampire Zhongli x Afab reader

NSFW, Modern setting, Vampire AU, Hypnotism, biting/blood drinking, zhongli's stupid long tongue, some aphrodesiac, all of it is consensual dw. 3K Words, not proofread.

It wasn’t often you let yourself be dragged to one of these silly halloween parties by your friends.

They knew you hated things being sprung on you, you were a ‘three to five business days notice’ type of person, not a ‘three to five minutes’ to prepare. 

Yet here you were, dinky set of cat ears clipped into your hair, with some fruity, alcoholic beverage in your hand, your friends long since splitting away from you to mingle with the other people here that you didn’t know.

Your silly little cat costume was certainly on the more…modest end of things here, considering the little clip-on ears and tailed-belt had been thrown at you in the car on the way here, but not like you were complaining. You’d seen a couple other ‘cats’ when you’d talked in that were far more…ahem, exposed than you would ever be comfortable with. 

Heck, since your friends abandonment, the only companionship you’d managed to find and enjoy until this point was the party-hosts actual cat, a fluffy, grumpy looking creature that seemed to hate this experience just as much as you did.

That is until you spot a pair of enchanting, amber eyes from across the room.

They belonged to a man. He was tall, with dark hair and sharp, stupidly handsome features. It doesn't take long for him to confirm you are in fact, looking his way, and he silently moves through the crowd and towards you. Somehow, and you’re not quite sure how, but he manages to pull of the vampire costume with grace, even with the stupid, high collar and the tiny little fangs poking from beneath his lips as he smiles softly at you.

“Ah, I see you’ve found the most amicable guest at this party.” He comments teasingly, motioning his glass of wine towards your feline friend.

“So it would seem.” You agree, giving the cat another scratch upon the head. “I do say he’s certainly pulling off my costume better than I am…perhaps I should go home and change.” 

The new stranger chuckles, regarding your slapdash costume “I take it this party was thrust upon you with little warning?” 

“Quite literally as I had finished my shift at work, yes.” You sigh, taking another sip of the drink your friend had thrust into your hand before vanishing. “If I’m being honest, I’d much rather be at home watching some shitty vampire movie- oh! No offence.”

The stranger laughs, warm and hearty and wow, those are some sturdy fangs, he’s even able to speak without the telltale lisp that come with the shitty plastic ones.

“Oh none taken, to be honest I was thinking about leaving myself as well…if you would like, I can always give you a ride home?” 

You have never said yes to jumping into a strangers car so quickly in your life. 

—

Zhongli was his name, and after some amicable talking and a quick trip through the drive through for a much needed coffee (which he paid for and refused to accept your cash even though he purchased nothing for himself, chivalrous bastard), plans take a decidedly flirtatious turn. 

“You know.” He muses as his fingers thrum against the steering wheel “My apartment is closer…you said you were a fan of vampire movies, yes? I happen to be a bit of a vampire aficionado if the costume didn’t give it away…would you like to join me for a movie instead?”

Internally? You’re screaming, you’re crying, you’re throwing up. This is the single most handsome specimen you have ever encountered on the planet and he’s just asked if you’d like to netflix and chill.

“O-oh Only if it’s not too much trouble Zhongli, I wouldn’t want to impose…” 

His gaze flicks to you a moment, soft and warm like honey and you want to faint; how the hell had you gotten into this situation?

“I would not have offered it if I hadn’t wanted you to say yes, darling.” His words are all but a low purr and you need to tamp back the urge to squeeze your thighs together like the hopeless, horny idiot you were. “Plus, my apartment is a ways off the ground floor, so It’s not like we’ll be disturbed by trick-or-treaters.”

Oh, potential sex without the fear of being interrupted? Sign you up.

–

When he said his apartment was off the ground floor, you had not expected the penthouse, but then again, the fancy black car should have also been a dead giveaway that he was loaded if his face didn’t scream ‘i'm rich’ already.  

Even now, he opens the car door for you, and even invites you personally into his home, a lavish apartment with all sorts of interesting, historical knick knacks and pretty shiny rocks, you had asked on the way here what he did for a living and he was apparently a geologist, which judging by the immaculately labelled gemstones…yeah, that checked out.

You sigh with relief, finally reaching up to pull those stupid ears from your hair and unclasp the belt, shoving both away into your bag, turning to watch as Zhongli shrugs off the silly vampire coat, revealing an immaculate vest and trouser combo beneath that made your mouth water just a little too much.

“You’re not gonna spit out the fangs?” you ask as he approaches; his smile only widening as something more sinister flickers across his gaze.

“Oh, my darling, these are very much real.”

In the blink of an eye, Zhongli’s handsome face suddenly radiates something else, something predatory and something you cannot escape from as he reaches out for you, one hand curling around your waist to pull you close, and the other to wrench your head to the side.

“You have no idea how starving I am.” is all he whispers before his fangs sink sharp and quick into your throat. 

You expect to cry out in pain, to scream and to sob, at the very least you expect to struggle. 

It seems neither you, nor your attacker, are expecting you to moan, and neither of you are expecting your body's sudden jolt as you cum, untouched, right there in the middle of the living room. 

Apparently it’s surprising enough to have your assailant pull back, your blood still dripping from his fangs as he blinks down at you. You, who is caught somewhere between horribly ashamed, and horribly upset that he’d stopped.

“Did you just…?”

“I did nothing.” you huff, looking away from him.

“You did, you did just-”

“If anyone did anything, it’s you!” you hiss “You’re the one who bit my neck like some crazy fucking vampire!”

Zhongli is silent for a moment, eyeing you with confusion, you don’t even have the reaction time to stop him when his hand quickly delves beneath the waistline of your pants and underwear, two fingers smearing through the slick mess you’d already made of yourself.

“So, you’re telling me, you did not just orgasm from me attempting to feed off you?” He teases, warm tongue gently lapping across the bite mark he’d left on your throat, and humming when your thighs clench around his hand.

“A-and you’re telling me you’re actually a v-vampire?”

“Are you always going to answer my questions with more questions?”

“That depends on if you’re going to answer me or not…” you were doing your best to keep up a brave face, you really were, but how long had it been since someone had touched you like this? Fuck you can’t even remember. 

Zhongli quirks an eyebrow at you, golden eyes dark and swimming with curiosity and lust in equal measure.

“And…if I said I was, in fact, a vampire?”

“I would ask you a lot more questions…”

He hums, leaning in close once more, fangs grazing against delicate skin.

“And the question at the top of that list is…?”

“Do I…still have to invite you in if it’s my body?” 

Oh, well that certainly got a reaction, what a delightful little shudder that pulls, something you can only savour for a moment before his grip on you tightens. 

“You.” he breathes, ragged already against the shell of your ear “You little minx…I’ll admit, you’ve very much caught my interest… it’s been a good century since I last bedded anyone, let alone a mortal… you have one last chance…if you say no, I’ll have my meal and leave you on your way come the morning…”

Chivalrous, even with that rather impressive-feeling hardon pressing against your hip.

Perhaps you should feel frightened, perhaps you should really reconsider your life choices if you’re very much considering fucking a real vampire…

Oh well, that was going to be a problem for future you, present you was far too horny to care that tonight might be your last night alive. 

—

The feeling of your blood slowly being pulled from your body is one you’re not sure you’d ever get used to, but there's something so…delightful about the feeling.

Zhongli tells you it’s rather atypical to enjoy it, but he’s not exactly upset by this development either.

His fangs slowly retract from your flesh as he’s finally had his fill pulls with it a small gasp, letting your head slump back against soft sheets as he sits back to simply admire.

“My, what a wonderful development…hm…I do hope you’ll enjoy tonight just as much as I will, little kitten.” His voice seeps into your mind, words weaving through your very soul and making you keen for more. 

Seems more is exactly what Zhongli is happy to give, once he’s cleaned his mouth of your blood, you can see the way his eyes spark with rejuvenation right before his mouth descends upon yours, lips pressing together with fever. It’s easy to ignore the taste of iron on his tongue when you’re more preoccupied discovering just how long said tongue was. Prehensile and slippery, dominating and mapping out every inch of your mouth before he pushes even more, to the back of your mouth and beyond, pushing towards your throat.

Only then do you struggle, afraid you may gag, but a soothing hand pressing against your forehead eases your movements, before his voice invades your mind.

‘Shhh, hush darling, bear with it a moment longer, this is so I do not hurt you later.’ 

His lips don't move, you supposed if the blood drinking hadn’t been proof enough of his status, the fact he could speak telepathically was. He croons against your mouth as you whimper, trying your best to keep still, you’d trusted him this far somehow, just a little more wouldn’t hurt.

‘Good, very good darling.’ his words echo through your mind again as you feel…something, some kind of liquid? Thick and viscous, slide down your throat, warming your body on it’s way down before Zhongli finally pulls away, his tongue retracting from your mouth with a slick click of a noise. “Give that a few minutes and you’ll feel amazing.”

“W-what was…that?” you hadn’t realised that you’d been holding your breath through that entire process until you’d finally been given access to air once more, leaving you a gasping, panting mess as you watch Zhongli slowly, but carefully begin to undress you. First your shoes, then socks, leaving one in it’s respective shoe, before he moves on to his own, seemingly taking his sweet time to let…whatever he’d just done, do it’s work.

“An aphrodisiac.” He enlightens “Not that you need it for arousal…but it will help your body be even more…perceptive.” 

“I…don't think I need help with that either…” You point out, but he simply shoots you a look that does nothing but scream ‘just you wait’ as he shrugs his vest from his shoulders. You’re not sure if he’s intending to make this a show for you, but you appreciate it either way. He’s methodical, one piece from you, one from him, each folded neatly and left on the ottoman at the end of his bed until you’re both left in nothing but your underwear.

(Not like your panties weren’t already soaked through, leaving nothing to the imagination, how embarrassing.)

Finally he puts his hands back on you, smooth and warm, certainly not what you expect from centuries old. 

“Look at me.” He murmurs, sliding between your legs and leaning forward, hands spreading up your torso. His gaze is warm, like dripping gold, predatory and lustful, and as you gaze up at him, you swear you can see the colour in his eyes shift, slow and mesmerising, to the point you can’t tear your gaze away, your mind slowly clouding, like a haze that left nothing but Zhongli and Zhongli alone.

“That’s it, nothing else matters right now, just you and me, hm? Like I said, perceptive.” 

“What…what freaky vampire thing did you just do to me…?” your words feel slow and slurred, just like the rest of the world as Zhongli smiles down at you.

“A little bit of hypnotism, nothing more. You still retain yourself, but everything feels just that little bit more…vivid.” At first, you don’t know what he means, but he’s quick to elaborate, brushing his thumb across a single, pert nipple and the resounding shock of pleasure that it brings leaves you reeling as he chuckles above you “see?”

God, you were in for a long night.

—

It had been entirely too long since your last foray into bed with someone, you weren’t exactly a novice with this but damn.

Damn did Zhongli blow all your previous partners out of the water. 

He left nowhere untouched, no patch of skin escaped his hands or his lips; soft in their touch, but intent clear. He drinks in your pathetic noises as his previous ministrations leave you strung out, hot and desperate for him; made worse by his loving croons and coo’s of praise. 

You don’t realise just how long his tongue is until it works its way deep inside your aching sex; his hands gripping your hips firmly, keeping you stuck in place despite your desperate cries and attempts to shift, craving more of his tongue, more of his touch, more of him.

“L-li..” You manage to choke out one of the few words your brain can even muster, and are rewarded with a hum, which does nothing but send glorious vibrations up his tongue and right against your most sensitive spots. 

You can feel his fangs grazing against your pussy, reminding you of the danger, of the situation you’ve found yourself in, yet that added note of danger, of predator and prey? The thought still has your mouth watering, especially because as of yet, he’s yet to test his fangs anywhere too sensitive. 

Even with his mouth occupied, his stupid telepathy meant no escape from his words, praise marred with filth, promises of all that he wanted, and what would be happening to you that night.

He doesn’t remove his face from between your legs until he himself is satisfied. Greedy in his pleasure, and the lower half of his face glistening with slick, mesmerised once again as he slowly licks his lips with a pleased, predatory hum.

You had absolutely been prepared for the whole ‘invite him in’ spiel when he finally frees his cock from the straining confines of his boxers, but he doesn't even give you the chance. Grabbing one of your legs and throwing it over his shoulder before he rolls his hips forward and all but spears you in half in one hot, wet slide that has you screaming for him.

He’s not gentle, he’s spent too long being gentle with you and honestly? You’re tired of gentle. Both his clawed hands grip your thigh tightly, pulling your body down and into his deep, brutal thrusts; moulding your insides to the shape of his cock so wonderfully, the stinging burn of the sudden penetration lasting only a moment before it’s replaced by pure, euphoric pleasure. 

It’s here, when you’re both caught in the throes of pleasure, that you see him truly come undone. Talons flexing into your skin, eyes glowing bright gold and fangs glinting dangerously, this man truly was a creature to be feared and admired.

With the apparent stamina to match, after over an hour of pushing you over the edge so many times and neglecting himself, you’re really not surprised when he climaxes first, filling your belly with liquid heat that spread down your limbs and numbed your brain even more than it already was.

He only needs a moment to catch his breath, head slumped against your knee, before you catch the mischievous glint in his eyes right before he shifts, manhandling your body like it weighed nothing, barely even pulling his still-hard cock from you as he all but holds you up against the wall, unable to touch the floor.

He takes this in stride though, ramming his dick all the way back into you and swallowing your squealing moan with his hot mouth pressing over yours as he continues to rut against and bully your insides.

You lose count of how many different positions he takes you in that night, how many more orgasms he managed to pull, but when you finally regain consciousness the next…day? A quick check of the clock on his bedside confirmed, yes, definitely the next day, almost nearing noon in fact; The room is still dark.

Thick, heavy blockout blinds cover every window, and the lump of sleeping vampire beside you shifts, reaching out with one, groggy hand, groping at your place in the sheets until he finds you and pulls you right back in, snuggling right into your chest like a pampered cat.

“Don’t go…’ll drop you off tonight…bu’ stay f’now…” He mumbles into your boobs, and you can’t help but giggle quietly, smoothing your hands over his ragged hair. “Or…” he supplements “y’could stay f’rever…I’d like that too…” 

Forever, eh? Now that’s a tempting offer…

“I’ll have to think about that one…I kinda like garlic pizza though…”

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Never.

Masterlist of fan fiction

Fandom: Doctor Who

Pairings: Eleventh Doctor x OC

Warnings: Angst, insecurity, sadness, smut, first person POV

Summary: Sarah has been travelling with the Doctor and has fallen madly in love with the Time Lord. Will their feelings finally get the better of them?

Comments/Notes: I wrote this fic around 2014/15 and it is currently up on my AO3 page for reading, but I thought I would try it here and see how it goes. This is part 1 of 5, in a series called 'Cup of Tea and Jammie Dodgers'.

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It didn’t matter how many times I tried to convince myself that he could love someone like me, I knew he never would. I was a mere human, nothing special, nothing fantastic. A man like him deserved an exotic woman from a distant planet who could match him mentally with her expertise in time travel and higher than average IQ. I couldn’t deliver on any of that. I was just a mediocre, run of the mill woman from central England.

The Doctor had come into my life quite by accident. He’d been the one to pick me up from a dark place and took me to the stars – literally. Over the time we’d travelled together in the TARDIS, he’d spoke of his previous companions and all of them seemed to have something to offer. But I just couldn’t see at all what had called him to take me to other worlds. Maybe I should have asked him as it was something I’d never brought myself to ask.

The last two or three days I’d tried my best to keep myself to myself while I let this confusion in my head unfold. Each day I’d retire quite early to the library or pool and so far he hadn’t really noticed. He was his usual self: bouncy, child-like, but always had that all too familiar sadness sitting behind his eyes. I’d only seen him cry once, but he’d smiled through the tears, pretending that he was being silly. But, to me, he’d never be silly. He was the most amazing man I’d ever known, and I’m sure everyone else that had met him thought exactly the same. So...why would I be any different?

The TARDIS, so far, had been big enough for me to hide. But not anymore. I was sat beside the pool, listening to my own thoughts, when I heard a gentle calling of my name. And there he was, stood in the doorway. When I first met him he hadn’t been the kind of man I’d have fallen for; he was boyish in his appearance with floppy hair, continuous hand gestures and a mad bowtie. Behind that and he was so much more. He was freedom, hope and a reason to live life expectantly. Since stepping on board the TARDIS, I woke up awaiting the wonder of a new world or the echoes of someone’s forgotten past.

He placed a freshly brewed cup of tea and a packet of Jammie Dodgers on the table beside me. His shoes squeaked on the tiles as he spun on his heel and sat on the edge of the recliner next to me.

“You don’t look dressed for swimming,” he said softly, looking at my attire of jeans and blouse.

“You never know what I might have hiding under here,” I laughed, looking down at my blouse, but as soon as I’d let the words fall off my lips, I realised my stupidity. I’d never been one to talk provocatively, no matter how hard I tried.

The Doctor let his expression gradually turn to a sad smile as he seemingly forgot my comment. Maybe he hadn’t seen the innuendo of it.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” he asked. “I had noticed even though you always tell me I don’t seem to notice anything.”

I sighed and shifted awkwardly in my seat. I wanted to tell him so badly how I felt. Every time I caught sight of him and I felt the butterflies set up residence in my stomach. I’d always been so guarded when it came to men and allowing myself to fall for them. There were still old scars inside me which hadn’t quite healed over completely. One of these scars was due to an old fiancée who had fallen out of love with me. He’d grown distant from me, finding more happiness in the company of others until he broke the relationship off. Maybe he hadn’t been the one so to speak, but he made me feel like I fit in with everyone else. With him and I could tell everyone that someone loved me. I could be like all my old co-workers and ex-school friends who I accidentally bumped into on the street. With the Doctor...oh, it was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Unknowingly, he’d taken me from that need to be ordinary and like everyone else, transforming me into something else. I was different now. I travelled through time and space with a mad man in a blue box. What was normal about that?

How could I just let everything spill out? I suddenly felt hot and flustered. I needed to run.

I got up from my seat quickly, ignoring his protests for me to come back. The tears began to fall down my cheeks and a lump rose in my throat.

Suddenly I felt his hand around my arm and I was turned quickly, although not forcefully.

I looked into his eyes, those deep set eyes that had become so beautiful to me. Gradually I backed up against the wall, but he stepped forward, keeping the distance between us minimal.

My heart thundered in my chest and I looked down, unable to keep eye contact. “You’re playing with me,” I said sternly. “Stop it!”

“Somehow I believe you’re the better one at teasing,” he replied. His eyes had grown darker with something I couldn’t, in that moment, admit to seeing there. I just couldn’t admit it to myself that he might possibly feel something for me.

Then he raised his hand and cupped my cheek, his thumb gently rubbing away the one tear that had clung there. “My dearest Sarah,” he whispered. “You just don’t see it. None of it. You think beauty lies in the constellations, nebulas and galaxies. But I see all of that when I look in your eyes.”

“You chose me to travel with you, but why? Everyone else that you’ve had as a companion has had more about them...”

“Shhhh,” he said, growing agitated. “There’s a reason for each one of you passing through those doors. The TARDIS knows who I need, and she chose you for me, Sarah.”

How could he speak to me like this when he was married to River Song? Did Time Lords have a twisted idea of marriage and then sneak off with concubines? He was confusing me, and I think he sensed that.

“Doctor, you’re married to River. Why do you think I’ve kept away from you?” I asked, moving aside and out of the door. “How can I stand in front of the man I love day after day and know nothing can ever come of it? I age and die, you regenerate. It’s as though life enjoys playing sick games with you.”

I dashed down the corridor, trying to find my way back towards my room, but each and every time I attempted to get away, I kept coming back to the entrance to the pool. The Doctor stood there with his arms crossed.

“You know how the TARDIS works, Sarah. Don’t keep running away. You need to face up to problems in your life rather than keep running,” he told me.

“Oh, you’re a fine one to say that to me seeing as you took me from home!” I shouted. “You run from your past every day, Doctor. And you stand there preaching to me about it.”

I could see the frustration growing on his face and with no other words spoken he approached me quickly, and kissed me.

I tried to pull away but he had his hands on my cheeks, keeping me against him. As his lips moved, I knew I couldn’t keep the running routine up. He weakened me and I stood there completely defenceless, responding to his kiss. My arms wound around his waist and I groaned beneath our locked lips.

Gradually we parted, our breaths heightened.

He smiled at me and then pressed his forehead against mine. “Never think you’re unimportant. Never!”

*

The Doctor excused himself from my company a short time later, promising to come and see me once he’d taken care of some calculations and such in the main console room.

I took a quick swim and then had a shower, washing all of the chlorine out of my hair. But all the way through I couldn’t take my mind off the Doctor. Smiles kept coming out of nowhere and I must have looked like a lunatic to anyone watching. However, I knew I needed to learn of his intentions. Where would any kind of relationship go from here? Or would it be nigh on impossible. For today I needed to forget it all and just enjoy the moment. Living in the moment for the sheer fun of it was something I’d never been able to do. My mind had always been locked on the future, stressing about the what ifs and maybes of life.

After the shower, I returned to my room only to find that the single bed which was against the wall had now turned into a double, centred amongst the simple furnishings.

What on earth was the TARDIS doing? I’d been told countless times how she needed to be sure of a person and only allowed those on board who were important and integral to the Doctor’s travels. What was the reason behind my presence?

I stepped further into the room and slipped a hand down onto the crisp, white bed sheets. A tingle shot up my back making me shiver. The Doctor... and me...in this bed.

The door shut behind me and as I turned I saw him. His tweed jacket was missing and his shirt sleeves were rolled up.

“Been busy?” I asked.

“Not as busy as I’d like to be,” he replied. “I think you’ll make sure I have my work cut out for me.”

One thing I knew was for certain: if I made love to him here, tonight, things would never be the same for me. I couldn’t let this be a one night stand. My heart was his, completely. But was his heart mine?

“Doctor,” I whispered. “I can’t.”

He smiled at me. “I know you enough by now to know why. Truth is, I know I’m married to River, but my heart...or hearts,” he began. He stopped and chuckled. “My hearts aren’t there. I care for River but not in the same way I care for you. In my last regeneration, I felt this way for someone else.”

“Rose?” I asked. I knew it was her. Sometimes the way he spoke about her made everything so clear. She’d been his first love. He’d speak about other companions from his last regeneration like Martha and Donna, but the regret and sadness wasn’t present in his voice like when he mentioned Rose. His previous companions from this regeneration, Amy and her husband, Rory, had been his best friends, sharing in so many of his trials and triumphs. Where I fit in, I didn’t quite know.

“But...I’m different, Sarah. In this form I have my memories, but the feelings disappear...some of them.”

“You said that you left a clone of yourself with Rose so she’d never be without you. How am I supposed to walk away from all of this without you? And I mean you as you are now.”

“Isn’t it better to taste love once even if it’s not meant to last, than never taste it at all?” he asked me.

All reason and control left me and I leaned up to kiss him.

My hands wound up in his hair as his drifted down me, causing goose bumps to rise on my skin. I couldn’t help but let out a groan, momentarily feeling embarrassment, but that soon dissipated as I found myself being disrobed.

His lips inspected me carefully, inch by inch as we made sure no more clothing could get in the way. And shortly after, we lay amongst the fresh covers. He was leaning over me, kissing my neck passionately. I’d never seen him so primal and unrestricted.

I couldn’t help but arch my back as his lips travelled down my body, until he came to my inner thigh and it was then that I called out into the air.

“I don’t want to wait anymore,” I said, trying to get the words out coherently between the feelings which were bombarding me.

He never spoke but instead began kissing back upward, seemingly not missing an inch. And as his face came in front of mine, I took his lips back against mine but felt him enter me at the same time in one swift movement. On instinct and in shock I groaned under the kiss, and then he reciprocated.

We began to thrust against one another, matching one another’s movements and as we did, he took my hands in his. I could feel the ascension to my orgasm beginning and it became so quick the harder we pulsed into one another, until finally, I felt that last turbulent wave hit me. Whilst the orgasm pulsed through me, the Doctor groaned against my neck, signalling his release.

Breathlessly, he withdrew and lay beside me.

We let our breaths come back to normal before the Doctor reached over and began tickling me. Instantly I laughed, pulling away, but he came almost on top of me, attacking me with his hands. My insides hurt as I laughed over and over, until I found a way to get at him.

I lunged forwards, still giggling and began tickling him back in retaliation. His laughter filled the room until we settled down to sleep.

*

I woke to find that the space next to me had become vacant and the Doctor’s clothes had disappeared. Sighing, I got up, re-dressed and decided to take a walk down to the console room. Maybe he was in there, hovering over leavers and gauges...as per usual.

This time the TARDIS allowed me to walk smoothly into the console room, where I found him. I stayed by the door, watching him grinning like a happy child and hopping around the system, chattering away. Now that I’d experienced what it was like to not only travel with the Doctor, but allow him in, I knew I’d never be the same again.

***

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Eight Months (Part 5)

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n went missing at the end of spring. A note was left explaining that after her father, Bob Newby, died, she just couldn’t bear to stay in Hawkins. The others were shocked but after gaining no leads on where she could be, they had to accept that she was gone. But when summer rolls in and Hawkins starts getting scary, Steve and Dustin find themselves venturing into a Russian base and uncover more secrets than they bargained for.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: swearing, [flashbacks], blood, guns, death, grief, literal pain cause i hate myself

[A/N: so long story short, never let me write a one shot cause it always leads to a series that ends in pain]

Eight Months [Masterlist]

Eight Months: There Are No Second Chances

[Part Five]

You were stupid to ever think you’d actually escape.

“We should probably tell Dustin where we are before he freaks out on us.” You finally say after your laughter dies down, and when your friends give you their best blank stares, you groan. “Fine. I’ll do it.”

You should have just waited it out.

You stand up and quickly swipe the toilet roll to dab at your face, just in case, before sending them a smile and stepping out of the bathroom.

You never should have left the bathroom alone.

Because as soon as you turned the corner, wiping your face, the world was about to prove that there were no second chances.

You didn’t notice the man stood there until it was too late for you to turn back unnoticed. The squeak of your shoes caught his attention and he spun around, raising his gun.

“Shit.” You breathe, surrendering before you focused on his features, heart stopping.

He was one of the Russians involved in your torture, a familiar face you hoped never to see again. Even with your hands raised, knowing that he held the gun meant your action was worth nothing.

A terrifying smirk crept onto his lips, the gun never lowering, as he spoke with a thick accent. “Well, hello there, American.”

“I’m guessing you’re taking me back, now.” You reply, eyes already blurring with tears.

He simply lets out a cruel laugh, turning your blood cold. You figured as much.

“You’re not going to win.” You say just before he pulls the trigger, and he tilts his head in amusement. “We know what you’re doing. We know about the gate. And it’s only a matter of time before the authorities are alerted and your whole operation goes down the shitter.”

The Russian practically snarls at you before narrowing his eyes, aiming. “Maybe, suchka. But you won’t be alive to see it.”

Before you can react, he pulls the trigger.

At first, you feel nothing other than the force, pushing you back into a stumble. Then, as you look down, you watch the blood spread across the material of your shirt.

The pain didn’t hit until you collapsed to the floor, clutching your stomach with ragged breaths.

It was a burning pain that spread across your body, slowly turning to shock as you try and apply as much pressure as you can, tears streaming down your face. You had survived eight months in the Russian base, and yet you were going to die on the surface.

You had expected death every time you were dragged into a room, every time you were tied to a chair. So you weren’t afraid. Not as much as you should be. But you were terrified of what would happen if your friends found your lifeless body in the middle of the mall.

And, with an echo of gasps, you realise that fear was already here, watching as you bled out on the floor.

“No.”

The whisper broke your heart as you watch the Russian turn to the noise, raising his gun once again. And you knew exactly who it was aimed at.

“You Americans are very stupid.” He spat, stepping over your body and facing the defenceless group in front of him. “No sense of self preservation. And now… you’re going to end up like your friend here.”

They couldn’t tear their eyes away from the gun, knowing that all it took was one slight movement of a finger. Robin was frantically glancing between him and Steve, trying to come up with a last minute solution. But even she couldn’t get herself out of this one.

Dustin slowly moves Erica behind him at the same time as Steve steps forward, arms outstretched.

“Steve!” Dustin hissed at him, panic flooding his body. All he got in return was a motion to stay still.

A laugh left the Russian’s lips before the gun was raised ever so slightly to align with Steve’s head and the boy took a breath. He just hoped that when the gun was fired, it would give the others enough time to run.

The longer the man took to shoot, the closer you managed to crawl behind him. And, just as the Russian bid his farewell to the boy in front of him, you painfully span on the floor and kicked your legs out with a yell.

Once your feet made contact with the back of his knees, he dropped with a grunt, gun clattering to the floor.

Robin took the opportunity to push the kids away from the danger, taking no objections as she steered them behind a wall and out of sight.

Steve lunged for the gun, but his fingers barely brushed the handle when the Russian sprang back into action, tackling him to the ground.

Shouts and yells echoed across the mall as you struggle to move, pulling yourself across the ground, blood trailing behind you. The man was on top of Steve now, hands clasped tightly around his neck while the boy thrashed out beneath him.

Once your hands fumble over an object, you knew what you had to do.

“Hey, asshole!” You scream out, the man turning his head with a snarl before his eyes widen.

You were still led on the ground, arm outstretched as you pointed the gun directly at him with tear stained cheeks. Rage bubbled inside of you as you closed your eyes and pulled the trigger.

“Who’s the suchka now?” You spit out, dropping the gun.

The shot made Steve jump until air returned to his lungs, a heavy body slumping onto his.

Struggling to breathe, he uses as much force as he can muster to push the man off of him, trying not to grimace at how fluid the motion was, his eyes open and staring at the ceiling while red trickled from his mouth.

A spluttering cough snapped him back to reality, turning his body to where you led, barely moving.

“Y/n?” He manages to choke out before crawling over to you, slowly regaining his energy. Once he sees the pool of blood beneath you, his whole body is struck with fear. “Shit!”

Scrambling across the floor, he slides himself next to you, trembling hands roaming over your body as he panics.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper and he shakes his head, focusing on your eyes glistened with tears.

“Hey, hey, just stay with me, okay?” He pleads, voice shaking as he places a hand over your wound, a choked sob leaving his lips when the blood continued pouring out.

“I shouldn’t have left.” You say, struggling to keep your eyes open and Steve pulls you into his lap, head whipping around as if a miracle would appear. “Steve.”

“Look, I don’t care about that. I care about you staying alive.” He stresses, catching Robin’s wide eyes. “Go get help!”

Without a word, she sprints away. But you know she won’t find anyone.

“Jesus, this is all my fault.” Steve cried and you frown slightly. “I told them I knew you. I- I did this.”

“No.” You choke out, blood staining your lips and you reach up to place your hand on his cheek. “You… you got me out.”

“Right.” He says through gritted teeth, eyes drifting to your wound while a tear slipped down his cheek.

“Steve… listen to me.” You say, body starting to feel numb, “It’s okay.”

“You’re not dying.” He shakes his head viciously, somehow pulling you closer. “Just- don’t you dare give up.”

“Eight months.” You nod slowly, tears streaming. “That’s… it’s how long it took me to realise… that this is okay.”

Steve squeezed his eyes shut, hand placed over your own as he tried to breathe. All that time down there, the torture, the loneliness. He realised you had just been waiting for them to kill you. You had given up.

“I love you.” Steve finally confesses in a whisper and he opens his eyes to see your smile, a laugh leaving your lips.

“Took you long enough, Harrington.” You say and he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Please stay with me.” He mumbles into your skin and you close your eyes, blinking away the tears.

“I can’t.” You cry and he nods, grabbing your hand and holding it tight. “But it’s okay.”

“You keep saying that.” Steve lets out a breathy laugh, feeling the weight of grief already pressing against his chest.

“Because… it’s true.” You manage to say, breaths becoming shallower every minute. “I’ll… I’ll be with… my dad.”

Steve gulps down tears, taking a breath. He remembers how you watched Bob die, how it broke the final piece inside of you.

“Just…” You start, struggling more than ever. “… stop getting into fights.”

A laugh leaves his lips despite everything, nodding along with your words as he felt your heartbeat fade.

“It’s okay.” You whisper out one last time before the last breath finally leaves your body, vision blurring to black until… nothingness.

Steve just holds you there, cheeks wet with sorrow. His lips pressed against your forehead, eyes closed. Eight months since you left him.

Eight months later… and you were gone forever.

“Hey.”

Steve entered the room after knocking softly on your door, closing it before walking over to where you led, curled up on your bed.

You let out a sniffle before turning to face him, slowly sitting up. You stared at the ground for a second. Then, lifting your head to meet his eyes, you tighten your lips.

“He’s gone.” You cry and he immediately moves to you, holding you in his arms and letting you cry into his shirt as he stroked your hair.

“It’s okay.” He whispers and you let out a choked laugh.

“How is any of this okay?” You question with a sob and he tentatively pulls away from you, still sitting close enough for your shoulders to brush against eachother.

Holding your hand, he looks at you. Your eyes were red, hair messy, and he noticed how the light you usually held in your eyes was faded.

“You’ll see him again, someday.” Steve says quietly and you frown before a small smile lifts your lips.

“Someday.” You nod and he catches you in another hug. You mumble into his shoulder. “Say it again.”

“Hm?” He asks and you lift your head, looking at him from barely a breath’s distance, and you bring your forehead to his.

“That it’ll be okay.” You whisper and he strokes your cheek with a sincere smile.

“It’ll be okay.”

A/N: So... that happened.

but thank you to everyone who supported this story. And since so many of you seem to like it, there is a chance I could make another chapter. MAYBE. if you want. and yes, it would be a happy ending instead of the absolute cry fest this one was lmao

anyways, thank you again for putting up with me and my writing :)

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[chardou15]

Shattered Memories - Ch. 4

Chapter summary: Atxo is angry 'cause of guarding Nuyia and Miles and trying to humiliate him in many ways. Quaritch shits on him until he becomes really angry.

Pairing: Na'vi Quaritch x Na'vi Fem OC

[1,625 words]

Chapter 3. |

Keltsun - Impossible

Ngenga nìteng - You too

Atokirina - woodsprite; a seed of Tree of Souls

TW: blood, cursing

@missroro @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed

A/n: This story takes place after the ATWOW so it contains spoilers. I don't have any beta for that fic so I'm sorry if you find mistakes. English is not my native language (I wish).

Two weeks later

"Nuyia took well after you." Unipey said, checking Quaritch's wound on his chest. Miles sat on the mat, looking at his body. He felt better - thanks to the great medical treatment.

"You think so?" He asked, touching his loincloth. He was still uncomfortable with that - he wanted back his camo pants. But if he wanted to regain Spider from Sully's and kill Jake he had to wear that shitty Na'vi clothes.

"I know it. Nuyia was my student. Once. Before her betrayal."

"García used her. How old was she? Nuyia is quite young."

"She was 17. That massacre was three years ago so... She is 20 now... Old enough to be mated and have a family. But why do you care? You're a demon." Unipey put ointment on the wound.

"I don't care. I'm only curious why you exiled her. I'm sure she wasn't single who talked with García. García was a scientist and doc, right? You are a healer too. So you talked with him. And many people except you and Nuyia." Miles gazed at Nuyia who has talked with Atxo and his stupid band. He noticed that she tried to make a contact with former friends, but Atxo was completely uninterested in chatting with her. He was disappointed 'cause of her previous behavior.

"What do you mean?" Unipey asked Miles looking at Nuyia too.

Miles giggled.

"Why are you laughing?" She asked again.

"You all are such a bunch of hypocrites. You talked with García many times, Sänume, and probably the whole clan talked with him. And you exiled only Nuyia. That's called 'hypocrisy'. You found a goat in her. You should have been exiled too, Unipey. The whole clan is guilty. You only wanted to pass the buck clan's sins and guilty to Nuyia."

Unipey hissed at Miles.

"You know nothing. You don't know our rules and law. You're just only a dreamwalker!" Unipey stood up and walked away.

"I'm just honest!" He looked at Nuyia again, noticing that something has happened. That dipshit Atxo was bullying Nuyia. He grabbed her arm and laughed at her. His teammates were making fun too. What a fuckin' idiot... Miles stood up and walked toward Atxo. The Na'vi was shorter than him by only a couple of centimeters but has ass-lickers. Miles clenched his jaw. "Hey, Atxo!"

Atxo turned and smiled.

"What you want?"

"To be honest? Nothing but... Ya know. I want to train with you. I know, you're one of the greatest young warriors of the clan and Beyda'amo's son. And you know that I wanna be one of you, Na'vi.

Atxo rolled his eyes.

"I'm not going to teach you, demon."

"Okay then... I'll teach you something." Miles smirked and Nuyia knew that something worse will happened.

"What you could teach me?" Atxo laughed. "You are literally nothing. Stupid as a rock. I saw you. You don't understand anything. You don't even try. Nuyia is teaching you how to move in the forest. How to make a bow and arrows. How to hunt and how to ride pa'li. And you don't understand."

Miled nodded, still smirking.

"Maybe you're right, but ya know? I'm not the kind an asshole that is bullying women." Quaritch opened his eyes and suddenly punched Atxo certainly in his nose. The blood has shown up. Nuyia screamed.

"You're a son of a bitch!" Atxo hawked the blood from his mouth and mopped his lips, smirking at Quaritch.

"That's me, fuckface! Fuck off of her. Leave Nuyia alone. I won't repeat myself."

"Miles... Stop. You too, Atxo. You both behave like kids. You're grown men, ma Eywa!" Nuyia hissed, and her tail moved from left to right.

"I know what I saw. She tries to make a bond with you! The new bond and get her home, friends, and family back." Miles crossed his muscular arms, looking at Nuyia. "I know you missed them."

"I missed but you haven't to defend me. I'll deal with it by myself. I don't need your help."

Quaritch rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, sure."

Atxo looked at Nuyia, starting to laugh again.

"You know what, Nuyia? You can try to become Tipani again. I know that is your main target. But... You won't. Never. Do you really think you will get that all back? You are naive. You are only a murderer. And for me, you are not only a murderer, Nuyia. You are just scum. You are nothing. I disdain you. So stop trying and just kill yourself. Do the same thing as your mother. You will never be my friend. You had a chance."

Miles clenched his jaw and fists. What a fuckin' little bastard. I know I'm not a good man but I'd never said that kind of words. Especially to women. He saw that Nuyia froze with tears in her golden eyes. She sighed and turned back.

"You finished?" He asked calmly. Miles didn't get an answer so he repeated. "I asked you. Did you finish?"

"Why are you meddling in that, demon? It's not your business."

"It's my business because I'm a witness. You called Nuyia 'scum' but the true scumbag is only you." He came up to Atxo, smiling at him. "You're pissed off 'cause she turned you down three years ago and you feel like a loser. I don't defend García but you didn't get over that you lose with a demon." Miles knew that he provoked Atxo; he saw anger in his eyes. Pure rage.

Atxo took his blades in no time and throw one of them to Miles. The blade rained on the ground.

"Fight with me, you fucking demon! To death! I promise I will kill you."

"You wish but I don't wanna fight with a man who can't control himself. So fuck off." Miles was completely calm. That whole situation, Atxo's fury amused him. Nuyia who was sitting on the tree trunk stood up and came up to Miles. She put her hand on his shoulder.

"You don't have to defend me, Miles. I said that to you but if someone throws you down the gauntlet in Tipani... you have to fight. To death. Only one can survive. Take the blade."

"Any rules?"

"None. Just fight." Nuyia recoiled, biting her bottom lip. She was worried about Miles even if she didn't say that. Until recently he was weak due to his wounds, furthermore, Atxo was an excellent warrior - he was Beyda'amo's son - the best warrior in the clan. And now he was definitely a better warrior than three years ago. Miles was more muscular and taller but no one know his combat skills.

"So... Let's dance, you little shit." Miles spun the blade around. Other Na'vi came. They were curious about the duel especially the duel between one of the best warriors and dreamwalker who knows nothing.

"You will be dead!" Atxo barked then attacked Quaritch. Miles defended himself, dodging and giving Atxo a kick. Atxo blocked that kick, trying to split Miles's stomach but he only nicked. "First blood!"

Nuyia was unwell seeing that stupid fight. One of the fighters was her former friend and promised mate, and the second one guarded her against Atxo's bullying. And he wasn't even her friend.

The tall blue men were fighting and the level was a playing field. She didn't want to see that all so she closed her eyes and covered her ears. That's such a mess. Why all men are so stupid? Ma Eywa, please. Stop that madness...

She heard duel sounds and yelps from both men. The fight dragged out. She didn't know how long it has taken. Ten minutes, maybe more. And still nothing. Suddenly someone screamed so Nuyia opened her eyes and saw atokirina on Miles's forehead and heart. Not Atxo’s. She stood up and came to the both of men. Atxo looked confused and surprised and Miles lay on the ground with Atxo's blade on his neck completely flurried. They stopped fighting.

"Keltsun..." Nuyia whispered. Her former friend and Quaritch looked at her.

"Ngenga nìteng?!" She raised her head and saw the third atokirina above.

They were blessed by Eywa.

"What were that things?" Miles asked, resting against the tree. Nuyia was preparing dinner for them, chopping fruits and bulbs. "You know what."

"Atokirina. Seeds of Tree of Souls."

"Seeds. I got it but... why everyone was so shocked? That were just seeds!"

"Not 'just seeds', Miles. Atokirina is the purest thing in this world and that was a special sign." She looked at him, seeing many scratches on his face, chest, and limbs. He's become more and more muscular due to training and a healthy diet. Miles brushed his lip from the drop of blood and smiled.

"What sign?" He sat next to her and took a green bulb, digging it. Nuyia was absent and didn't pay attention to what she wanted to chop.

"I don't understand that. I don't understand you, Miles. You're a demon, a dreamwalker. You're supposed to be evil but... I don't know. You saved my life a couple of times, and now you defend me from Atxo's teasing. And that sign from Eywa... I heard only once about that kind of sign. It happened sixteen years ago in the Omaticaya clan. The olo'eyktan, clan leader, was Toruk Makto, Rider of the Last Shadow. His name is Jake Sully. He was blessed by Eywa. And now... Eywa blessed us."

She didn't notice that Miles clenched his jaw and fists, hearing Sully's name.

"I don't understand that decision. That bless. I'm an outcast, you are a demon. Great Mother Eywa never bless that kind of people like us. Never."

"Maybe... Maybe we have a mission? Or we're just special."

He didn't live to see an answer.

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[xieula]

How they would comfort you if you were insecure

Encanto characters x Female Reader

A/N: alright, this is a new account.. which is a new start. So I hope I'm welcomed on tumblr in this .. account. First thing I'd like to post a writing of is Encanto. Since it's such a good movie, how can I resist myself? Enjoy.

Also, I do have insecurities of my own. But in this chapter, I'll place SOME insecurities I do not own, because it can't just all be about me.

Camilo

Your looks.

Now, don't get me wrong- looks aren't everything. But you fear that Camilo may lose all interest for you.

It's scary to think, "Camilo only goes for looks." But that's what you often think to yourself, which isn't very unusual for people to see you pacing back and forth, thinking ways on how to gain much more beauty.

The people from the village, Encanto started to aware Camilo by telling him all the things you've been doing recently, and has been going on for quite a while now.

Which makes Camilo upset.

Not upset at you, but at himself. He's been so busy with chores recently that he didn't even notice himself any sooner.

"Y/N, can we talk?.."

Now you were trembling, is he planning to break up? What have you done now..? Have you done something upsetting?

"Mi amor.. I fear that you have a.. huge insecurity about.. your looks?"

Oh, this?

WAIT, THIS?!

How did he catch up ? How did he take notice ? WHO TOLD HIM?!

"waaaaat, me? Insecurity? About my , pfft, looks?! Funny , Camilo."

Now you know he was being dead serious.

"Mi vida , you are perfect in every way, and I want you to never forget that. Alright? No matter how much insecurities you have, my love will never fade for you."

Those words touched your heart fully.

Now, you don't know if your insecurity is going to fade, but all you know is that it will die down for a bit.

C'mon. This guy literally looks at you for 1 second and he has hearts in his eyes already!! He's in love😔‼‼

Mirabel

Your smile.

Being a good girlfriend as she already is, she caught up to that pretty quickly.

She's always noticed how you'd always look away from her, like turning from the side whenever you'd smile.

From your whole 3 months of dating, I dont think shes ever seen you smile before.

It's either that you cover your mouth when laughing

Or looking away to which she can't completely see your face!

She knows it's just out of habit but she is very sure your smile is as bright as the sun.

"Uhhh, s/o?" Mirabel lightly spoke

"Yes, Mirabel? Need anything?"

"I've been wondering.." Mirabel stops mid-sentence to gather up her words, "why haven't I ever seen you smile before?"

"Huh..?" You asked, knowing full well what she was saying. You just needed to double check if your ears werent fooling you

"I-I mean, it's either th-that or you're always hiding your smile because you're ... insecure?" Mirabel replied rather quickly, in panic of thought that she offended you.

"Oh.. insecure, seems like you've catched up rather quickly than I expected," you spoke.

Mirabel walks up to you and smudges your face in order for you to make a smiley face.

You thought it was adorable and ended up smiling, which you did NOT want.

Mirabel's cheeks started turning red, probably flustered.

"See?! You're so adorable, awhh!~"

Bruno

Your teeth gap.

You've always been so insecure about your stupid teeth gap, why does it have to look so stupid?

Due to your insecurity, whenever Bruno made you smile or laugh, it shows your teeth gap- making you cover your mouth.

Bruno's been quite concerned about it for a while

He decided not to make a scene and just ignore it for a while, though.

But that won't help anything, he wants to see your smile, your wonderful smile..

It may seem selfish of him, but he wants to see you laugh without your hand in the way.

He's decided to approach about your certain habit, which he is aware it may seem offensive- which he prevents on making it sound like it.

"Uh.. i-is it just me or you're always covering your hand whenever you smile or laugh.."

"Oh, uh, yeah, just out of habit. Heh, nothing to worry about, Bruno."

Yeah, easy for you to say that.. he just wants to see you smile for once!

"I just wanted to say that.. I wanna see you smile without covering your hand.."

"Uhm." You spoke- not liking the idea of doing so.

"I-I'm so sorry, if it made you uncomfortable then it's alright , again, I am so so sorry-"

You couldn't help but smile, I mean, that was adorable. And you know he's going to apologize for the next few hours if you don't, so you just had to.

Bruno suddenly stopped talking to gaze at you, with love hearts in his eyes. It just like in one of his dreams.

He's indeed lucky to have you, and he sincerely hopes you continue doing this often.

Alright, that's the end of it. If you want a part two, well I'll try decided that for now.

If you actually want one, do suggest me some characters!

Hope this one was good enough for you, thank you and goodbye!

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[waiting-for-motivation]

insecurities

summary: Because his girlfriend hates her body, Poe does everything he can to help her accept herself.

pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

warnings: angst, fluff, insecurities so maybe trigger warning

words: 682

a/n: I‘M BACK BITCHES yeah after two months with a writers block this is my first piece of writing so expect the worst hehe STILL HOPE YOU LIKE IT :)

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She is perfect. She is the definition of perfection in Poes eyes. He would never find a mistake in her pure soul. (Y/n) means everything to Poe, therefore his heart skips a beat the moment he sees her tonight. A long black dress covers most of her body, still revealing enough skin to let his eyes wander.

There is a dreamy smile on Poes lips, and he stops in his tracks, just staring at his breathtakingly beautiful girlfriend. Now and then he has no explanation why she is still with him. And now is one of those moments.

It’s not because (Y/n) is wearing a dress, her hair as well as make up are done, that Poe admires her. It’s because she is his girlfriend, his everything and means so much to Poe. He loves literally anything about her - the way she smiles at his beloved droid, the moments with her in bed early in the morning, her laugh whenever he does something stupid. She is beautiful every second of the day.

But that’s not what (Y/n) sees. Her eyes focus so hard on every inch of her body that her sight becomes blurred after some time. Because of this, she does not notice Poe right behind her. Only when he takes a deep breath to come back into reality, does she flinch.

“Darling. You are the most-“

“Please…don’t!“

At last, (Y/n) turns around without looking Poe in the eyes and even wraps both arms around herself, covering her chest. Poe takes a step forward and places a hand on her cheek. Only now does he notice the tears filling her eyes.

“What‘s upsetting you?“

(Y/n) takes a deep breath. Then she turns back around, looking at herself in the huge mirror. Her hair has a bland color and strange texture. Her skin is not as clean as the one of others her age. Her boobs have the wrong size. Her legs show too many stretch marks. Her whole body is strangely formed. At least that is what she sees.

Poe sees a whole other version of her. She is perfect in his eyes and so lovely. He loves her so much, and no one compares to her.

“I hate myself so much. My body-“, (Y/n) sobs and the tears run over her cheeks, wetting Poes hand which is still caressing her face. His second hand carefully grabs her neck and pulls his love closer.

“Stop! No, darling. You are beautiful the way you are. You are so perfect to me“, Poe interrupts (Y/n)s rambling about every insecurity she can find on her body. Every single insecurity she can think of only makes Poe love her more.

The moment (Y/n) sobs so hard that Poe believes his heart will break, he pulls her into a hug. She hides her face in his neck and wraps both her arms tightly around him. They stay like this for a long time. (Y/n) cries. Poe tries to reassure, whispering sweet nothings.

“Hey, you remember me being insecure about my ass?“, Poe asks after some time and can hear a soft giggle coming from his girl. He smiles and continues to stroke (Y/n)s hair.

“Stop that. You know I love your big butt“, (Y/n) whispers. Poes body shakes with laughter, so she raises her head and looks at her boyfriend.

“And that is my whole point, darling. I had a hard time accepting myself, even waited so long with letting the seat of my x-wing customize that I had sometimes bruises from it. But when I met you, and you accepted me the way I am, I learned to love even my insecurities“, Poe explains with passion. (Y/n) eyes glisten, not with tears but with appreciation. A smile starts to form on her lips, and she wipes away her tears.

“Thank you so much. I love you“, (Y/n) sighs happily and places one of her hands behind Poes neck, pulling him closer. Their lips finally meet in a sweet and passionate kiss. (Y/n)s free hand wanders from Poes chest to his back. “and your butt!“

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[helloalycia]

The Wrong Lifetime – Three // Wanda Maximoff

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author’s note: i have nothing to say except enjoy!

Chewing on my bottom lip, I looked over the shelves at the different kinds of stationary the shop had to offer. I needed a new notebook and some ink since I'd ran low at home, so I decided to come into town to have a look.

A brown leather-bound notebook caught my eye and I picked it up, flicking through the pages. Sadly, they were too thin for my liking, so I replaced it and kept looking.

Moments like this were one of the few luxuries I had to myself, where my mother wasn't nattering in my ear about finding a husband and learning to do something useful other than writing, or where my brother wasn't overshadowing me in everything he did, making me feel even worse about myself. No, moments like this, I could just be.

"Y/N? Is that you?"

And there goes my moment.

Plastering a smile on my lips, I spun around and was surprised to see Wanda approaching me with an equally surprised expression on her face. She really was everywhere, wasn't she?

"Wanda, hello," I greeted as she stopped by my side. "It's good to see you."

She looked good, considering I hadn't seen her for a few days. Maybe once when she'd popped in to say hello to everybody before her date with my brother, but that was hardly a meeting. Now, she looked cheery, eyes sparkling with their usual excitement.

"You, too," she said softly, a smile creeping on her lips. Her eyes fell to my hands, where I was holding some ink. "Don't you have servants to do that for you?"

"Don't you have servants to do that for you?" I countered lightheartedly, eyes flickering to the vast amount of paintbrushes and paint in her arms.

She narrowed her eyes in a playful manner. "Touché."

Rolling my eyes in good nature, I asked, "So, what made you decide to go shopping?"

"I needed some new supplies," she quipped with an adorable smile, lifting her arms which were filled with said supplies.

"And you didn't think a basket would help?" I joked, before turning to grab a stray basket beside the shelves and helping her to put everything in it.

She chuckled, accepting my help, and answered, "Truthfully, I only came for the paint, but then I saw some new brushes I wanted to try, and then there were some new colours in stock and, well, before I knew it–"

"This happened," I finished for her with amusement, handing her the filled basket.

She took the basket from my hands and nodded. "Exactly. I would have sent my servant to get the paint, but last time I did, she came back with the wrong one."

"Oh, the scandal," I teased.

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and it was refreshing to see the shoe on the other foot. I guess I could see the fun in it now – no wonder she teased me often. Plus, she looked cute when she was caught off guard.

"What about you?" she countered, attempting to take the attention off her.

Content smile on my lips, I watched her. "What about me?"

She gave me an isn't it obvious? look. "I told you why I was here. What about you?"

I shrugged, looking back to the shelves. "I just needed some things... and I may or may not get excited when buying stationary."

Her melodious laughter filled the air. "Of course."

"I just don't know which to get," I told her, motioning to the notebooks. "There's so many options!"

She hummed with amusement, stepping by my side closely and reaching out to get a better look. I was acutely aware of her shoulder pressed to mine and tried to stop thinking about it, but obviously, once I told myself to stop thinking about it, it was all I could think about.

"How about this one?" she suggested, picking up a notebook wrapped in a burgundy-coloured sleeve. She was probably biased since it was her favourite colour.

I took it from her grasp as she held it towards me, feeling tingles at the tips of my fingers when they grazed her hand. God, I needed to get a grip.

Before I could look at the notebook properly, I noticed a smudge on her hand, subconsciously grabbing it before she pulled away. Flipping it over so I could see her palm, I saw several smudges of colour and stared with confusion.

"Paint," she explained, mildly embarrassed as she pulled away. "The stuff goes everywhere."

I hid a smile, finding it cute, before looking to the notebook again.

"I like it, but now to see the pages," I said, flipping through them to see if they were thick enough. I hated getting a notebook with flimsy pages that ink seeped through.

"Are they to your liking, your majesty?" she teased, and I looked up to see her tilting her head and watching me through her eyelashes.

"Yes, they are actually," I retorted with a childish glare, before closing it. "Thanks."

She half-suppressed a laugh. "Good. Let's hope it gives you some... vdokhnoveniye."

She paused, scrunching her nose in thought, probably searching for the right word in English. I was too distracted by how enchanting she looked when she did that to care about her struggle to find the word.

"Vdokhnoveniye is like inspiration," she explained, eyes looking back to me after staring up in thought, "but it's something better. It's from the word vdykhat', meaning to breathe."

"So, you want me to get a good breath from this?" I asked, quirking a brow with bemusement.

"No! No." She laughed, running a hand through her curls. "It's like... when you get inspired by something so quickly, as quickly as it takes to take in a breath. Never mind, it's stupid."

"It's not," I reassured her with an appreciative look. "I get it. Thanks. I like that. Russian is definitely a fascinating language."

She seemed glad that I made sense of her ramblings and I smiled, realising there was much more to Wanda than her ability to make me a stumbling mess.

"Have you got everything?" I asked her, glancing to her basket, before quickly adding, "What am I saying? Of course you've got everything. Practically half the store is in there."

She shoved me gently. "Not nice. But yes, I have everything."

I refrained from chuckling at her dismay before leading the way to the till so we could pay. As we took turns, the cashier made conversation with both of us. I knew of him because I'd been here enough times to make a friend, but I was surprised to see Wanda was the same. I was certain I'd never seen her here before. And I'd been here a lot.

When we finished paying, we began to head outside and I decided to speak my thoughts.

"You know, it's strange to think that we've both been coming here for a while and yet we've never crossed paths," I noted. "I mean, unless we have and just didn't know who each other were then."

She shook her head casually. "Oh, no, we haven't crossed paths. I'd definitely remember a pretty face like yours."

I paused, bewildered at her words as they took time to sink in. She seemed to notice as she laughed, holding the door to the shop open for me. I walked outside and she followed after me, eyes glancing at me satisfactorily.

"So, er, what are you doing now?" I changed the subject, recovering from my momentary shock.

She settled with a smile as she answered, "I'm in the middle of adding some finishing touches to a painting I'm working on. I'll probably head back to finish it."

"Ah, the paintings that you talk about but I've never seen," I joked, relaxing under her stare. "I'm starting to believe you're lying to me, love."

She rolled her eyes, though her smile widened, revealing a dimple by the corner of her mouth. "I'm not... You can come with me if you'd like. I don't mind showing you." When her eyes met mine, she quickly added, "If you're not busy, that is."

Humour disappearing, I nodded with surprise. "Sure. I'd love to."

And that wasn't a lie. I was curious to see the Sokovian's work since she seemed to enjoy talking about art so much. Plus, I could appreciate some good art when I needed to and I wondered if hers would fit the bill.

Or at least that's what I told myself when she flashed her dazzling smile my way, making my heart explode with adoration.

—

Just like me, Wanda didn't have a dedicated place to work from because her parents didn't deem her passion an appropriate hobby for a young woman in today's day and age. So, just like I did, she worked in her room and made the most of the space she had.

As soon as we took a step inside, I was amazed by how much stuff there was. Of course there was the expected – a bed, an ottoman, a wardrobe and a desk – but it was as if that was all secondary furniture to the main focus.

Closest to the giant window on the opposite end of the room were several canvases being supported by easels, some painted and some blank. Papers with sketches of literally anything you can think of were taped to the walls, some scattered along the floor and some scrunched up entirely, missing the bin.

Her desk was filled with jars of paintbrushes, oils, pencils, chalk and any other art supply I'd probably never heard nor seen of before. The place was messy, but not dirty. Her bed was made, the sheets as crisp as could be, her books were lined up neatly, her paintbrushes all had a perfect spot. It was clean, but it was a giant mess, and it was the most beautiful mess I'd ever seen. I refused to believe art was merely a hobby for her when it seemed like her room was dedicated to it.

"This is your room?" I asked with disbelief, eyebrows raised.

Clearly mistaking my amazement for critique, she dumped her newly purchased art supplies on her bed before rushing to pick up some loose papers and canvases from the floor.

"Yes," she squeaked, attempting to kick some papers under her bed as she straightened up sheepishly. "Sorry for the mess. Believe it or not, it does follow a system."

I laughed wholeheartedly, heading further into the space to where her makeshift studio was. "Wanda, you don't need to apologise. This place is amazing."

She snickered, glancing around at everything. "You think? I'd love something more – a real studio – but of course, women aren't supposed to have hobbies apart from pleasing their husband and hosting dinners every other week."

The last part she said with a hint of bitterness, clearly repeating what she'd been told before, no doubt by her parents. I was surprised by her vulgarity, but I wasn't in disagreement. She was absolutely right and it was such a shame because women were so much more than their husband. Too bad society would never see that.

"My father only allows me this... sanctuary," she finished with a sigh, before her hand rested on her desk. "It's not much, but at least it's mine."

"Well, I love it," I told her honestly, making her smile as she looked my way. "Can I look around?"

She waved her hand. "Of course. Nothing's off limits,  but do be generous. My ego is easily bruised."

I chuckled at her joke and she flashed me another smile before grabbing her neglected art supplies. As I helped myself to looking around at her work, I heard her rustling around behind me and glanced her way, seeing her making herself comfortable on a stool before a particular canvas. I presumed it was the piece she was working on that she mentioned earlier and got back to my browsing.

She was extremely talented, not that I had any doubts to be honest. There were her bigger pieces, the extremely detailed ones, that she'd painted of grassy landscapes. Some were green full trees with falling leaves, some were cherry blossom trees with pink blossoms floating in the air, some were buildings overgrown with mother nature. I recognised none of them, but they transported me elsewhere like a nostalgic reminder of being a kid and playing in the garden with my mum. Even now, I helped her do the gardenening, but I'd never really appreciated my surroundings until I saw Wanda's work.

And those were just the huge pieces. She'd done sketches that were taped to the wall, to her desk, floating out of sketchbooks. Some were plans for bigger pieces, others were daily observations, all of her surroundings. She didn't draw people, I noticed, it was mainly scenery. But it was all stunning and it brought a smile to my lips as I imagined her producing all of this in her own little sanctuary, as she called it.

"You've been quiet for too long," she called out jokingly, after a while of me perusing her sketchbooks.

I looked up from my seat at her desk, seeing her focused on her painting, but an amused smile ghosted her lips. The sunlight from the window was hitting her perfectly at the moment, and even from where I was sat, I could see the flecks of gold shimmering in her eyes, matching the auburn streaks in her hair. The breath got knocked out of me momentarily, and I almost forgot that she'd said something.

Clearing my throat, I returned her smile. "I'm admiring your work, Wanda. You're bloody talented."

She lowered her paintbrush and gave me an incredulous look. "Tell me what you really think, Y/N."

I grinned, laughing slightly. "I am! I genuinely think this is amazing."

She pressed her lips together, still reluctant to believe me, but she nodded gratefully and returned her attention to her painting. I didn't fail to notice the pink spreading across her cheeks at the compliment, and my heart fluttered at the sight.

"Would you ever sell any of these?" I asked her, standing up and approaching her side to see what she was working on.

I noticed the addition of stray paint that had made its way to her hands and forearms and it made me smile. I don't even think she realised it was there.

She scrunched her nose up at the idea. "I've given some away to family friends because my parents made me. But no, I don't think I'd sell them." Something seemed to make her snort with amusement, then she said, "Nobody would buy them anyway."

I frowned as she sighed, her shoulders sagging at the thought. It was horrible to admit, but she was right. Female authors – questionable, but sure, they existed. Female painters? Let's just say that it was easier to be successful if you worked under a pseudonym and pretended to be a man. Which she clearly wouldn't do, or at least her parents wouldn't allow her to do. Sadly, Wanda Maximoff was in the wrong lifetime.

Hoping to cheer her up, I stood by her side and admired the strokes she made with her paintbrush. "If it's any consolation, if we were in another lifetime where I actually made money, I'd buy them."

She glanced at me, partially disbelieving my words, partially intrigued. "Seriously?"

I nodded with certainty, eyes flickering between hers and her painting. "Seriously. All of them. I'd buy every single one."

She looked away, swallowing hard, then a soft, barely noticeable smile appeared on her lips, and I was glad I'd said the right thing.

Focusing my attention on the painting again, I saw it was a stunning view of a stream, and the way she'd painted it made it seem like it was flowing off the canvas. Her last minute touches, adding white flecks of oil paint on the water, managed to bring the piece to life without any effort. I was amazed at how someone could make nothing turn into something so easily.

"Where is this?" I asked curiously, not recognising the scene, and also wondering where she'd gone for the inspiration since we lived in a busy town that didn't have water sources nearby.

She pointed to her head with the end of her paintbrush. "Up here."

"You made this up?" I asked, surprised for the millionth time since arriving.

"Uh-huh." She tilted her head to study the piece, whilst saying, "I usually paint what's in the garden. Sometimes what I see in town is good, too. But I really wanted to paint water, and apart from the constant rain we get, there is none. So, I made it up."

I was impressed at her ability to make up something like this, but also slightly confused. "Why don't you just visit Blackpool? There's a beach – water, sand, pier, everything. And it's not too far from here. You could make it a day trip."

She shrugged, distracting herself with dipping her brush on her palette. "I don't want to go by myself."

I probably should have recommended she visit with my brother. You know, the man she was engaged to? But my eagerness got the better of me, and I ended up saying, "Maybe we could go together. If you want."

She looked up, a slow smile forming on her lips. "I'd like that."

I mirrored her expression, nodding slightly. "Great. I'm sure we can arrange something. Promise."

She held my gaze for a second longer, saying, "I'll hold you to that, milaya," before looking back to her painting.

"What does that mean?" I asked suddenly, my mind clearly not controlling my words today. "You keep calling me it."

She chuckled, leaning forward to get a closer look at her work with her paintbrush. "Darling."

"Pardon?"

She shook her head, glancing at me with amusement. "No, Y/N. It means darling."

I swallowed awkwardly, certain my cheeks were as red as they felt warm. I wasn't sure what was more embarrassing – that I'd responded to her calling me darling when she hadn't, or that she'd been calling it me this whole time without me knowing. "Oh."

"Pull up a stool," she changed the subject, though my mind was still racing at her revelation. Had she called Y/B/N that? I couldn't recall. "I'll show you how to paint a little if you want."

Dazed, I did as she said whilst chewing on my lip with thought. She watched me, grinning from ear to ear, but said nothing. Was it normal for my heart to flip-flop in my chest like it was? I couldn't tell anymore. And when she grabbed my hand without saying anything, my hand felt like it was on fire with her touch.

The tip of her paintbrush swiped against my inner palm, her soft fingertips holding it up. Every area that her finger touched was burning, sending tingles up my arm and leaving me paralysed. Good thing I was sat down.

"There," she said like it was obvious. "Now you're an artist."

Blue eyes met mine excitedly and I gave her a small smile in return, hoping that these strange thoughts and reactions would disappear soon enough. Because this was definitely not appropriate.

—

My dreams were never anything worthwhile.

For someone who had a creative mind and could string sentences together to create a story I was proud of, my subconscious was the opposite. It was dry and boring and I rarely remembered my dreams unless they were scary enough to wake me up. But this time, this was a dream I was certain I'd never forget...

As with all dreams, I was unable to control what was happening. I was myself, observing from a first person point of view like it was real, but I had no control over my words or actions. Everything was predetermined, like a script I was forced to follow.

So, in this particular dream, I was sat in the back of a carriage, wearing a dress that was fancier than my usual taste. One hand was clutching my purse and the other was in someone else's hand, the person playing with my fingers soothingly.

"We're stopping now. Are you ready?"

It was Wanda. I had no idea why she was in my dream, or why she was leaning into my side comfortably, or why she was playing with my fingers like she did it all the time. I just knew that it shouldn't have been happening.

"Yeah, c'mon," I said with a smile, following my dream's script.

I intertwined our fingers and raised them to my lips, pressing a kiss to her palm. She smiled with adoration and allowed me to lead her out the carriage quickly. We were at the theatre and the first thing I thought was that my mind was creating a date similar to the one she shared with my brother. Oh, God, this wasn't good.

"Promise you've got the tickets?" she asked as we walked inside, hand in hand.

In my dream, nobody around us seemed to care that we were together, that we were two women showing affection and simply existing in a way more than friends. As wrong as I knew it was to dream of my soon-to-be sister-in-law like this, my mind was at peace, knowing I could be myself in my dream state. I didn't have to hide my identity and it was liberating.

"No, I decided to leave them at home," I answered her sarcastically, smiling.

She squeezed my hand and tugged me close, stopping me from walking any further. Her face scrunched together with a feigned annoyance.

"You don't need to be mean," she mumbled, eyes peering into mine, and my heart raced at the contact of her body pressed to mine.

Grinning, I pressed a kiss to her nose. "I've got them right here, love. Now let's go before we're late."

The dream didn't have a clear transformation. I just knew that one second I was staring at Wanda and the next I was sat beside her in the theatre, waiting for the lights to go down.

"Here," I said, passing her the programme for the show that was in my hand.

When I looked down at it, I was surprised to see a wedding ring on my left hand. Huh.

The lights dimmed when Wanda looked my way, green eyes bright in the dark. She shrugged, grabbing the programme and tossing it over her shoulder to the (thankfully) empty seat next to her.

"Looks like I missed my chance," she said, referring to the lack of light.

I opened my mouth to counter her words, but she didn't give me chance to as she pressed her lips to mine, hand raising to hold the back of my neck and pull me closer. Real me was freaking out, wondering why the hell I was allowing myself to have such thoughts about the girl who was going to marry my brother. And dream me was melting into her touch, shivering at her warmth and the way she began to suck my bottom lip.

"Wanda," I breathed out, pulling away breathlessly, but she continued to hold me close with a stifled grin.

"Isn't that why we got these tickets?" she said jokingly, eyes meeting mine.

My heart raced as she did, the simplest of glances making me weak in the knees. I was beginning to learn that her eyes were irresistibly beautiful.

"Right," I found my words, smiling in agreement as my eyes flickered to her lips.

They were painted red tonight, slightly smudged from the abrupt kiss she gave me, and I could only imagine the state of my own lips.

"We can watch the play now," she whispered, and I just about managed to tear my gaze from her lips to see the entertained look in her eyes.

I hummed in response, not trusting myself to say something comprehensible. Her lips curved into a smile and she linked our arms before settling into her seat, head leaning on my shoulder. I leaned mine on top, kissing the top of her head gently before also getting comfortable.

When I woke up, I didn't remember the rest of the dream, or know if there was a rest of the dream. I opened my eyes and found myself laying in my bed alone, tired and in the dark. It was still nighttime and my mind was foggy with fatigue. It took a moment for me to remember what I'd just dreamed. And then it hit me.

I liked my brother's fiancé.

#wanda maximoff au #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff imagine #scarlet witch imagine #scarlet witch #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen imagine #elizabeth olsen #marvel #marvel imagine #mcu

[johnnybabymama]

let’s drive away together - johnny suh

pairing: johnny x reader (soft!dom johnny)

explicit warnings: dry humping, spanking, fingering, oral stimulation (giving/receiving), dirty talk, car sex, cum play

summary: it’s friday night - you want to go to a club. you‘ve had the worst week, but now you’re here to have some fun instead. your night takes a turn when a certain man catches your attention.

note: english is not my first language

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9:53 p.m.

the cab stops. you lean foward to pay and get out of the car, ready to forget everything that happened at work this week. your coworkers, your boss, your customers - nothing matters anymore.

before you make your way up to the crowd, you check how you look in the big window right beside the entrance. today your makeup turned out great and besides that you feel quite confident and sexy right now. it kinda shows, because of the outfit you chose for this occasion.

you’re wearing a black tight silk dress with some lace knee socks underneath. those have always made you feel powerful and that’s just what you needed right now.

spontaneously you decide to quickly go for a smoke, to relax your mind, before you enter the club. you turn around and look for a calm place to enjoy your cigarette. that’s when you notice the almost empty parking lot on the opposite side of the street - you walk right over.

you start searching for your cigarettes in your little purse. you pull the pack out, hoping to find your lighter in there.

“fuck, i left my lighter at home!”, you whine.

suddenly you hear a clicking sound behind you. it’s 10 p.m so you don‘t really see anything and you decide to turn your phone‘s flashlight on.

you scream outloud, when you spot a man walking up to you.

„sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you!”, he chuckles. he than pulls out a lighter out of his left pocket, handing it to you.

“uhm, thank you. you seemed a bit scary at first…”, you laugh nervously, not knowing how to respond correctly. you light your cigarette and give it back to him, smiling at him.

“don’t worry, i’d be scared too.” he says calmly, also taking out a cigarette.

now you two are standing there, in the dark, not talking, but enjoying each other’s presence. you turn your head around.

man, he’s a really good looking guy.

you barely see anything, but you can’t take your eyes of him. the way he effortlessly looks good, literally just standing there smoking, is crazy to think about. you’ve always had a little attraction to guys who smoke. you can’t really explain why you feel this way.

after he’s done with his cigarette he looks up to you.

this is the first time you both have eye contact - it’s doing something to you. a loud gulp from you breaks the awkward silence, and it’s just now that you realise how near your standing next to eachother. he probably heard your reaction. it makes you feel embarrassed.

“i’m going inside, you wanna come with me?”, he tilts his head, pointing to the club.

his presence really made you forget what your plan had been in the first place. you wanted to get wasted - forget about everything.

“you can go in first. i’ll be there in a second.”, you say, even though you wanted to go with him. you just didn’t want to seem so clingy.

the guy nods with a stupid smirk on his face, and walks past you disappearing in the dark.

after you make sure he can’t hear you anymore, you sigh out loud.

what is he doing to you? why does he have such an effect on you?

but you turn that embarrassing thought into a good one. maybe it’s fate, maybe he’s just what you needed right now. usually you are not that type of person for one-night-stands. but you think that he’s worth it to try out new things.

somehow you’re excited to get to know him and his actions better. you take a deep breath in, probably the biggest one you’ve taken in all day and choose to enter the club.

———

as you step in, you let soak in all the different impressions. there are more people than you thought there might be. at first it’s hard to even keep your eyes open, because of all the different lights. soon you start to recognise the song that’s playing and you start feel the spirit you’ve been wanting all week long.

“hey, come sit here!”, his screaming voice catches your attention.

you turn around, trying to find out where his voice was comming from. moments later you manage to find him sitting there in the corner.

the way he was sitting made you feel things. he was manspreading.

you walk straight to the table. he places his hand to the spot right next to him, signalising you to sit down.

“i’m johnny by the way”, he looks you straight in the eyes.

“i’m y/n”, you laugh considering the way you just now found out his name was johnny.

“what are you doing here today?”, you ask stupidly, trying to come up with a topic for your conversation with him.

he raises one brow. “i’m killing time, i’ve been bored all day long. and you y/n, what are you doing here?” he’s still staring at you with his playful eyes.

you break the eye contact and look around.

“y/n?” he tilts his head, trying to look at you.

you lean back and get comfortable on the couch - throwing your head back and looking at the ceiling. “i’ve had a rough week, i’m here to dose of, maybe get wasted. i don’t really know it myself.”, you glance at the bottle of wine standing right in front of johnny. his eyes follow your eyes.

“i know something better than that.”, he says confidently.

you roll your eyes back. but on the inside you don’t know if you should find him funny or annoying for saying that.

he seems to notice. because he starts laughing: “i’m not joking though, i’ve been looking at you for a while now, before i called you over here.”

you crossed you left leg over your right one and a bit of your thigh gets exposed. johnny is not really trying to be slick with the way he looks at what was happening. you can clearly see, that he was eye-fucking you.

but you don’t mind.

this is what you came for, right? to have some fun.

“so johnny, what’s your plan?” you ask, trying really hard to not seem excited.

you feel him take your hand and dragging you out. you laugh out loud.

“why are you laughing y/n?” he’s amused and still dragging you out of the club.

“it seems like you’re not willing to wait anymore. you’re desperate.” you smirk.

“watch that mouth of yours.” his expression changes and his grip gets harder.

———

10:27 p.m.

it’s fucking freezing outside, you begin to shiver. your outfit was not convinient.

“johnny, what’s the plan?”, you ask again, because he hasn’t given you an answer yet.

you whine outloud.

“stop whining, y/n. we’re going to my car”, he says with clenched teeth.

you can’t help it - you’re excited. it’s been too long since you’ve had sex.

you need this right now.

it took you 3 minutes to get to his car.

“get to the back seat and undress yourself!”, his voice got a lot deeper.

“wait for me and don’t touch yourself.”, he demands.

you do walk up his car - but you feel cheeky and brave. johnny doesn’t even know you, there’s no need to feel embarrassed. and this is probably going to be a one-night-stand, so you slowly start stripping yourself down in front of his eyes.

firstly you grab your panties. you’re glad you wore a dress, so it’s easy to pull them down.

secondly you bend foward too take off your shoes - both of you know it’s just an excuse to show of your naked ass.

thirdly you open the door and crawl in, again slowly and sexy.

he licks his lower lip, with his eyes glued on your bare ass. a loud and raspy groan escapes his mouth.

you close the door behind you and wait for him to come inside. a feeling of victory overcomes you, because of his facial expressions.

after minutes that felt like years he finally opens the door and sitts right next to you.

“why did you take so long, johnny?” you mutter, grinning at him.

“i’ve been trying to make you desperate, to tease you, but you’re the one doing that to me” he replies.

you can’t hold yourself back anymore and climb on his lap.

his hands immediately find your ass and he squeezes it.

you subconsciously started to grind on his clothed dick and you both groan.

you are so needy for him.

grinding faster you lean your face foward, to kiss his lips. but he stops your actions, when he grabs your chin and lifts it with his left hand, that had just been on your ass. his grip is hard, but you kinda enjoy it.

“do you think i’ll let you act they way you did before? stripping down in front of me, hm?”

you gulp, not knowing how to react. and besides that you’re incredibly horny by now.

“answer me!” he yells at you.

“i-i don’t know what to say.”, you look so helpless right now.

your facial expressions turns him even more on and he breathlessly moans. it’s the most erotic noise you’ve ever heard.

suddenly he smacks your ass, probably hard enough to leave a mark.

“fuck, what was that for?” you scream.

“for your bad behaviour, y/n”, his voice is just groaning at this point. his sadistic ass gets turned on from your reaction to his smacks. so he does it again.

“ah, fuck!”

“you like that, don’t you?” he grabs your hair, in order for you to look at him.

“don’t tease me, just take your clothes of already!”, you try to ignore his question.

he grinns at you, but he also starts doing what you wanted from him.

you get off his lap and sit down right next to him. you stare at johnny, while he unbuttons his shirt. he’s going really slow, probably trying to tease you again. than he strips of his shirt.

your jaw drops and you quickly try to hide it. it would’ve been embarrassing, if he saw you like that. but his defined abs really make you want to slide your fingers upon them.

“you like what you see?”, johnny whispers.

you just nod and wait for him to take off his pants.

when he finally pulls them of, you here a sound. his dick just slapped against his stomach. he really must be hard.

“hm y/n, you really need to take care of my dick right now.”, he’s desperate - you see it in his eyes.

you position yourself on all fours, ready to take him in your mouth. leaning foward you take his right hand and put it on your head. signalising, that you are allowing him to choose your pace.

his eyes widen.

he again tightens his grip on your hair and roughly shoves his dick in your mouth.

he’s big. you don’t even have a third of his length in your mouth, but you already have to choke.

he fastens his thrusts and uses his left hand to hold onto the car. he’s right hand still tucked in your hair. johnny takes a look down on you, he’s overwhelmed from the sight that’s given to him.

you taste his precum far back in your throat. saliva is dripping out of your mouth running down your neck.

he moans louder than you’ve ever heard him before. hearing this motivates you to pick up the pace.

johnny starts twitching in your mouth. he’s breathing heavily. still guiding your head up and down.

realizing he’s close, makes you feel incredibly good. you’re getting really wet down there yourself.

“ah fuck y/n, you’re so good. i-i’m coming.”, and just as he finishes this sentence, he spills cum all over his stomach and in your mouth.

he lets go of your hair, but praises you a bit more.

“fuck baby, you made me feel like no one else did before you.”, johnny mutters.

his fingers slide up his abs, collecting his sticky and warm cum.

he grabs your chin and pushes two fingers inside your mouth. slightly sucking on his fingers you instantly moan, him feeling the vibration on his fingers.

“yea, that’s it.” he praises.

you’re so tensed, your pussy hasn’t been touched all this time. and you need your relief.

right now.

your right hand makes its way down. you press your middle finger on your clit, and this is enough for you to shake.

a chocked moan escapes your mouth, still having johnny’s fingers inside of you.

johnny smacks your ass once again, trying to make clear, that you should stop touching yourself.

“johnny, please touch me!” you cry out.

“oh baby, you’re begging right now - you needy little girl”, he points out.

you’re still on all fours, his hand reaches to your butt again. he caresses and squeezes your cheeks.

but you want more.

you press your wet pussy on his fingers. and he starts to rub you.

“you’re soaking, you’ve been waiting for my fingers all this time, baby.”

you moan in response, than he finally slides two fingers in you.

“oh fuck johnny!” you can’t help but scream right now, subconsciously you started to fuck yourself on his fingers and he seems to enjoy it.

johnny curls up his two fingers, touching your g-spot immediately - he got you trembling for him.

“cum for me baby, scream my name when you do it!”, he commands.

and that’s all you needed to hear for you to cum. screaming and shaking on his lap.

johnny pulls you up for the most intimate and passionate kiss you’ve ever had.

you’re both out of breath.

“let’s drive away together”

#nct #nct 127 #johnny nct #johnny #johnny suh #johnny smut #nct scenarios #smut #late night #sleepy #fluff #kpop idol #dirty talk #scenarios

[bi-bard]

Exhaustion - Winchester Brothers Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Exhaustion

Pairing: Winchester Brothers X Reader (Platonic)

Requested: by @holdbu

Word Count: 917 words

Warning(s): violence, injuries, cussing

Summary: (Season 7) The leviathan had taken a lot from the Winchesters. (Y/n) is ready to stop them in their tracks.

Author's Note: Listen. I think Dick Roman is one of the few villains I haven't written for yet. I've killed the devil a few too many times.

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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I was tired.

Tired and angry and desperate.

I looked at Sam and Dean, who had both been thrown against the wall hard enough to be knocked out.

I pulled myself off the ground. I glared at Dick Roman, who was smirking at me.

I didn't have my powers. After my fight with a possessed Castiel, I found myself lost for powers. Nothing would happen no matter how hard I tried.

Still, I was angry enough to face Dick Roman. I was powered by pure rage.

"Listen, walk away now and you live," he taunted. "Stay and you will die after watching your dear Sam and Dean die."

"No," I said through gritted teeth.

"What," he asked.

"No," I repeated.

Dick shrugged before going to step forward. I stepped into his path.

"Don't be stupid," he glared at me.

"Don't be an ass," I sassed.

He chuckled before lunging forward. I threw my arm out, shocking myself when he was shot backward.

I looked down at my hand. My veins were glowing.

I caught my reflection in one of the windows.

The veins in my face were glowing. My eyes were now a bright, burning orange. Like fire. My hair looked like it had caught on fire. I felt the power in my veins. I felt my powers boiling with my anger.

Dick looked shocked at me.

"I said 'no,'" I shouted.

He ran at me, mouth opening fully.

I threw another ball of energy but he still managed to grab me and throw me to the far wall.

The air was knocked out of me for a moment, giving Dick the chance to punch me a few times.

He had a hand wrapped around my neck and my back against the wall.

I looked over and saw Sam, Dean, and Cas struggling to stand. It was like it was the power I needed.

I picked my hands up and grabbed the sides of Dick Roman's head.

I watched him burn as the energy coursed through him.

I fell as he turned into a pile of ashes. My shoulder hit the ground hard, making me yelp.

"(Y/n)," I stood up when I heard Sam. I wrapped him and Dean in a forcefield before closing my eyes.

I leaned back and expelled as much energy as possible. In my core, I could feel any other Leviathan burning. It was over. They were gone.

I gasped as I stopped using my power. My legs gave out. I was exhausted from using so much power and all of the cuts and bruises all started hurting at once.

The forcefield fell from around the boys. Sam ran over first, scooping me up into his arms; one around my shoulders and the other under my knees.

I leaned against him as the boys ran out of the building.

I wasn't fully aware of what was happening until we were in the impala.

By that time, Sam and Dean were in the front with Sam glancing back at me. I was leaning against Cas, nearly passing out from exhaustion and with his trenchcoat laying over me.

"How are you feeling," Cas asked as he noticed that I was coming back to reality.

"Tired," I muttered. "Sore."

"We're gonna get to a motel and get you taken care of," Dean promised, looking at me through the rearview mirror. I nodded.

"I'm gonna nap," I leaned my head on Cas's chest, leg stretched across the seats next to me, and he wrapped an arm around me to keep me from falling backward across his lap. "You're comfy."

I heard Sam and Dean stifle a laugh at my quiet and kind of loopy compliment.

"Thank you," Cas replied softly.

About a half-hour later, Cas was helping me out of the car and to the motel room.

Sam had me sit against the headboard of the motel bed. He cleaned the cuts on my face. None of them needed stitches but a few of them needed bandages.

Dean walked in with a few bags of food from a diner down the road. He placed a soda on the bedstand next to me.

"They had your favorite," he mumbled, smiling at me. "No one touch the cookies, they're for (Y/n)."

I smiled back at him as he set the container of cookies next to the soda. He placed the actual bag of food next to me.

"Greasy diner food and cookies," I asked. "Damn, I must've done well today."

Sam had finally finished checking my injuries. He kissed my forehead as I opened the bag up and pulled out my food. Sam stood up and walked to the table to eat his food.

"Of course you did," Dean grinned, walking over to kiss the top of my head. I turned to the side, using the bedside table as a makeshift table.

After finishing my food and a cookie, I washed my hands and changed my clothes as I could be more comfortable.

"How are you feeling now," Dean as I went to get under the covers. "Better than earlier?"

I nodded, "I'm still tired but my powers are kicking back in. Everything's less sore."

Dean grinned, helping me adjust the blanket as I curled into the pillow.

The boys talked very quietly as I fell asleep. They knew that now that my powers were back, we had a lot to talk about and prepare for. I was just relieved. I was ready to face anything.

Quite literally... anything.

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Darling (Diana Prince x Reader)

Summary: Day Two - First Kiss

Words: 1037

Warnings: None other than a kind of douchy dude and a few cuss words.

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Nervous hands wrung together as you wandered the halls of the museum. It’d been so nice of Diana to invite you – and buy your ticket – to the latest show she’d helped scrape together but you couldn’t help feeling terribly overwhelmed and completely underdressed as you studied the suited men sipping champagne and their dazzling partners.

Even if you had someone you could’ve brought, you probably both would’ve stood out like sore thumbs.

You sighed softly, accepting a flute as a man with a tray brushed past you. You had hoped to see Diana for more than a few passing moments yet clearly the world was not on your side. She had waved and smiled when you’d caught her eye but that was all. Nothing more.

It was stupid having a crush on her, anyways. Being Barry’s adopted sibling, you were well aware of who she was – who they all were – but that hadn’t deterred your feelings for Diana. You blamed the allure of her heroism and the fact she was a literal goddess even though you knew there was more to it than just her status. It was who she was as a person that dragged you in. Her sweet demeanor despite everything she’d been through, the way she hugged you whenever Barry could bring you to one of their meetings…

Diana was more than just a goddess. She was perfect.

Taking a drink from the flute, your eyes traveled along the expanse of art before you. Bold colors popping out and bright, it was an attractive piece, you must admit.

“Ah, good eye,” a deep voice broke your thoughts, bringing your attention away from the work you lingered on. “Composition X. A lovely slap of colors if I do say so myself.”

Glancing at your sudden companion, you smiled faintly at the newcomer. “You seem to know a bit about it?”

“It was created by Wassily Kandinsky. We had to study it in my art courses at Cambridge,” the man explained with a tilt of his head. “I was quite surprised when it was announced it was coming here. Miss Prince must be spectacular at her job.”

“She’s definitely something,” you murmured, attention falling back upon the art.

You could practically feel the man’s pause. “You know her?” The incredulous inflection nearly made you flinch. Like it was so unbelievable you could know Diana.

Nodding thoughtfully, you hummed. “She’s a friend of my brother’s. She actually got me my ticket for tonight.”

“Impressive. I had heard Miss Prince was known to be charitable.”

The slight dig forced a dry swallow. It was obvious he thought you didn’t belong here either. In the best outfit you could afford, the world still saw you as out of place.

“Well, I am to assume you’ll be taking advantage of the free food provided for the opening tonight then? It’s probably nicer food than you’ll ever be accustomed to,” he inquired, his casual tone not enough to offset such a question.

Gritting your teeth, you drank a healthy swallow of champagne. “Actually –”

“There you are,” Diana cut you off suddenly, her scent enveloping you as she pressed her chest against your back. You hadn’t noticed her approaching but neither did the unwelcome conversationalist. A tiny part of you wondered if she used some of that goddess power to appear so quickly but you didn’t linger on that thought for long. “It took far too long to escape Mister Klarek, darling. I do apologize.”

Darling?

“Darling?” the man sputtered, gaze flickering between you and the woman glaring at him.

“Apologies for interrupting your chat with (Y/N), Mister White, but I have been missing my girlfriend terribly since I was dragged away,” Diana replied, an undercurrent of steel tightening her words as she completely ignored his unspoken question.

It took everything within not to react, choosing to accept her warmth and school your features. You’d never complain about being linked with Diana, even if you didn’t understand why she was claiming you in such a manner. Maybe it was her way of politely telling him to fuck off.

“N-no worries. I don’t blame you for missing such charming company,” he coughed, scratching the short hair he surely called a ‘distinguishable’ beard. “I shall not feel so bad leaving this lovely woman when she’s in good hands.” With a tight smile, he spun on his heel and stalked off.

Your eyes never strayed from his form until he disappeared into the crowd, enjoying Diana’s presence. You could hear soft muttering but the words sounded alien so you simply ignored them.

“How miserable. Are you alright?” Diana finally murmured into your ear, breath hot against the shell.

“Y-yeah,” you whispered, fighting the urge to let your eyes close. “He was an…”

“Ass,” Diana finished, clicking her tongue in displeasure. “I should speak with his boss before he leaves tonight. Let him know the type of man he has hired.”

Slowly twisting out of her embrace, you smiled bashfully at Diana. “Thank you for doing that.” Your brows furrowed worriedly. “I just hope he doesn’t spread that rumor. I’d hate for you to get stuck with that.”

Diana laughed sweetly, snagging the flute in your hand and taking a drink. “I am not worried, (Y/N). It would be an honor to be tied in such a way with you.”

Giggling in disbelief, you shook your head. “I’m pretty sure I’d have to be the honored one in that situation, Diana. I mean, you’re a goddess!” You could see color blooming faintly in her cheeks and a swell of confidence urged you to step forward. “But if it’s such an honor, I definitely wouldn’t be opposed to taking you to dinner.”

Tension thick with anticipation, your eyes flickered to Diana’s lips for a second too long, watching the tip of her tongue wet them. A flash of movement and the sudden impact of a mouth against yours startled you, though you weren’t entirely sure why. Maybe this moment was predetermined, simply waiting for the stars to align just perfectly.

Diana inched back slightly, breath fanning across your face. “I would like that very much, darling.”

Oh. You were going to enjoy that word. A lot.

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Pairing: Derek x fem!Reader

Word count: 1885 words

Warning: discussing body image, negative opinion of body, body comparison

Summary: Reader and Derek have been friends for years. Derek finds her in her kitchen worrying over having to go swimming with Lydia and reader explains her struggle with her body image.

“I don’t know.” I say, holding my books tighter against my chest as I follow Lydia to the bleachers. She frowns.

“Please,” She begs, grabbing my arms and pulling me to a stop. “It’s been forever since we did anything together, just the girls,” She explains and looks back to where Jackson and the other lacrosse players are walking out of the school building. “I need a night without lacrosse talk.” She says and I smile lightly at her little eyes roll, but frown again when she looks back at me for a reply.

“I’m not getting out of this, am I?” I ask and she nods with a satisfied smile and I sigh loudly. “Can I convince you to do anything else?” She shakes her head quickly.

“Shopping and sunbathing, Y/n. It’s all we need, “ She says, linking our arms as we start walking again. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning and we’ll go get some new bikini’s before going to the lake house,” She informs me and nods at Jackson who is waving her over to the bench. “Duty calls. Stop pouting it’s going to be fun.” She tells me and boops my nose before scurrying away towards Jackson and I shake my head with a smile as I watch her leave. I stay still for a while, making sure she reaches him without being hassled by anyone and then turn to leave, already dreading the weekend ahead, even though it’s quite literally just begun.

I fall into step quite quickly, only pausing to put my books into my bag before walking home. My parents are working late again, so I have the house for myself for a couple of hours, but if history has taught me anything, it’s that Derek Hale tends to show up unplanned and unfed, whenever he wants. Not that I mind, it’s always been like that and only more so since the fire.

I lock the door behind me, throwing my bag onto the couch and heading to the kitchen. I shake my head when I see Derek’s car parked in the backyard, just like I thought it would be and grab the pizza bites out of the freezer. The stairs creek behind me as the microwave starts doing its thing and I throw the empty box away.

“How did you get in here?” I ask, turning around just as he takes a seat at the table. “The door was locked.” I add with an amused smile as he stares up at me.

“But your window wasn’t.” He says and smirks happily. I shake my head as I slip onto the counter.

“Derek, my bedroom is a mess.” I say, only now remembering that I was too lazy to clean it up before going to school. Derek nods his head quickly, brows raised for effect.

“Hell yeah, it is,” He says and shrugs. “Don’t freak out, you know I don’t mind,” He adds sweetly and I smile over at him before focusing my attention on my folded legs, fiddling with my fingers as the sound of the microwave fills the room. I hear him sigh softly, moving in his chair. “What’s up?” He asks and I shrug.

“Nothing.” I reply too quickly and he scoffs.

“Bullshit,” I look up at him surprised. “I can literally smell that you’re not okay,” He informs me and I raise my brow at him in confusion. He rolls his eyes. “Chemo signals, Y/n. Now tell me what’s going on?” I think it over for a moment before shaking my head with a sigh.

“You wouldn’t understand.” I say and the alarm from the microwave pings to tell me it’s done and I use that as a momentary distraction, jumping down and getting it, placing it down in front of him.

“On account of the fact that I’m not of the feminine variety or no longer of the teenage variety?” He asks, lightly grabbing my wrist to stop me from leaving. I shrug again and he nods. “Ahh, both.” He uses his foot to push back a chair and then smiles as I rip my arm away from him. “Sit. And talk.” He orders and I roll my eyes as I take a seat next to him, watching as he grabs a pizza bite from the plate.

“You’ll think it’s stupid.”

“Most things are,” He shrugs. “Doesn’t mean I can’t be here for you anyway.” I let out a loud breath, reaching for a pizza bite, but pulling my hand back slowly, he watches the gesture carefully, raising a brow at me.

“You know Lydia, right?” I ask and he thinks it over before nodding, chewing slowly as he waits for more information. “Would you say that she is, I don’t know, good looking?” I ask and he leans back in his chair with a shrug.

“I guess.”

“Exactly,” I almost shout and he flinches, furrowing his brows as I settle back down in my chair. “Exactly.” I repeat, calmer this time. “She’s very pretty and her hair is silky and she’s in perfect shape, like the perfect possible shape. One could go as far as to say that she’s like the perfect example of what we’re expected to look like.”

“We, being all girls?” He asks and I nod, leaning onto the table with my elbows.

“Yes.” I look down at the table. “Except that not everyone does look like that, perfect,” I say and frown. “Some of us aren’t as one would say, skinny.” I clarify and look up to find him smiling lightly, leaning onto the table as well, he looks me over slowly.

“I really hope this isn’t you hating on yourself right now, because you’re literally ridiculously beautiful and I’d be damned if you’ve somehow convinced yourself otherwise.” He says in an effortlessly smooth tone that would usually prompt me to blush, but I roll my eyes instead.

“Okay, you saying that doesn’t count.” I say, taking a pizza bite and munching on it. He scoffs.

“Why not?” I laugh softly.

“You’re like family, Derek. There’s some sort of inclined niceness that goes with it, you have to say shit like that. It’s like a mom telling you that your dress is nice or my brother telling me my hair doesn’t look horrible. It doesn’t count.” He raises a brow, sitting back quickly, his face disgusted as he looks at me.

“Okay, first of all, I’m not like a brother and please don’t put me in a position to act as such because then the way I look at you would be rather questionable,” He says, looking over at me seriously to make sure I get what he means, and I bite my lip to hide a smile forming. “And secondly…” He looks me over again, eyes darker as he smiles at me. “When I called you beautiful, I was also implying how crazy hot you are, which doesn’t sound like a compliment, but bloody hell you’re in no position to think you’re ugly.” He ends and despite myself, I feel my cheeks warming up. I swallow slowly as I look back to the table, not sure what to say until his hand numbly takes hold of mine on the table. “Not everyone looks the same, doesn’t mean that you’re ugly by default, it just means you have a different form of beauty.” He tells me, tone softer this time.

“You really think that?” I ask, fingers folding around his own around his own. He smiles.

“Of course, I do.” He says and tilts his head to get my attention. “Do you know me to say something just because I know that it’s what you want to hear?” I laugh lightly as I shake my head and his smile grows as a result. “Exactly. Now, don’t let me ever hear you talking down on yourself again, you’re much more than just your body. Doesn’t matter what size or shape you’re in, I’ll always think you’re pretty bloody brilliant. “

“Thank you,” I reply softly and gently pull my hand away from his when I realize that I haven’t let go yet. “You want something to drink?” I ask, standing up from the chair awkwardly, he laughs lightly while he nods and I pretend not to notice as I walk over to the fridge. It’s silent for a second and the plate scuffs against the table as he eats another few pizza bites.

“I mean it, you know,” He says, confusing me as I place our glasses down on the table. “You might be my default family, but I do not see you as my sister,” He clarifies and I clearly am not doing a good job of hiding my shock or the fact that I obviously don’t see him as a brother either. He laughs. “You really think that I come here everyday for the pizza bites?” He asks and I shrug.

“We do buy the good brand.” I say, mockingly and he rolls his eyes, far from serious or annoyed.

“You do. But I come here for you,” He announces like it’s nothing and my heart does a full-on backflip because holy shit, this man can’t possibly be serious. He smiles. “I heard that.” He says and looks at my chest when the embarrassment makes my heart beat even faster, he smiles likes he’s achieved something great and then gets up from his chair, picking up the empty plate as he does. I frown.

“Wait does this mean that…”

“Oh, I’ve been very much aware of our shared attraction for quite some time,” He says and my mouth all but falls open as I stare at him, a look he completely ignores while he puts the plate in the sink. “Speaking of, are you free tomorrow?” He asks me casually and I shake my head because clearly words will fail me. He nods. “Next weekend then, you can wear that red dress you hide in the back of your closet, the one that shows your curves,” He smiles when I stare at him blankly. “I really do love your curves, Y/n.” He informs me as he starts heading to the door, making me stand up as well.

“Where are you going?”

“Your mom is on her way home,” He informs me and shrugs. “And truth be told, I think I might send you into shock if I stay any longer.” He explains and once again steals a glance at my chest where even I can hear my heart nearly exploding.

“You didn’t drink your juice.” I say and he folds his arms in front of him, smirking with a raised brow.

“I think you need it more than I do. Cool down and all that.” He says and I gasp.

“Derek Hale,” I say, walking towards him. “I did not peg you as the type of guy who just shamelessly flirts with his best friend.” I say, stilling in front of him. He smiles.

“I think there’s a lot of things you might not know about me, Y/n.” He says and looks over at the door when my mom pulls into the driveway. He leans forward slightly, kissing the top of my head sweetly, completely contrasting his words before pulling away. “I think this is going to be fun.”

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