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#ty for the request my love sorry this mess took so long to make
luveline · 5 months
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spencer one shot where he’s angry at somebody else [bc he so does look so kissable when he’s angry >:(] maybe someone at one of the precincts they’re working at said something rude about r and he defends u and maybe he gets a lil kiss <3
im thinking “this is calm and it’s doctor” vibes bc that scene does things to me 😭
ty for requesting ♡ fem, 1.1k
cw for sexual harassment
"Jesus," Spencer says, rushing to stand behind you as you bend over. 
"Mm?" you hum. You're fishing for your dropped change unsuccessfully by the precinct vending machines. "They have your chips, did you see?" 
"Your pants are ripped," Spencer says, hand ghosting your thigh. 
"What?" you ask, shooting up. You turn on the spot to hide, hand leaping back. You feel at the seam. "Where?" 
"Top of your thigh." 
"Shit, really? Can you see my–" 
"Yeah," he says, meeting your wide eyes while you locate the rip. "How did you do that?" He laughs. 
"Don't laugh!" you demand, though you're giggling as you do, hand covering your thigh and the bottom of your butt inefficiently. 
"Do you want my jacket?" 
"Don't cover it up, toots." 
You and Spencer both blink. There's a crowd of grinning beat cops by the door of the cafeteria who've obviously witnessed your misdemeanour. "Toots?" Spencer asks. 
"Sorry, boys, that's the end of the show," you say with a grin. Not because you particularly enjoy having been oggled, but it's always been like this. Men will always make weird comments to you, and you've learned to play nice until they're out of your jurisdiction. 
"Turn back around," one says bravely, though you aren't sure which one. 
Spencer stands in front of you subtly. "Do you know that thirty eight percent of women experience sexual harassment in the workplace?" he asks, quick but measured. "Thirty eight percent, but I'm sure a much smaller number of those women are federal agents, and a smaller number again have the capacity to break your arm. I've seen her give serial killers radial fractures. I've seen her do worse." 
"We were just messing around," one says. 
"No need to get defensive," says another. "Don't get mad, boy." 
"I am defensive, but I'm not mad."
His tone attracts the attention of a precinct sergeant who barks at them to stop messing around and get back to work. "Were they bothering you?" he asks after they've filtered out with their heads down. 
"No," you say swiftly. "Everything's fine." 
Spencer frowns, worse when the sergeant leaves, turning to you to take your hand. A few weeks ago at a company picnic, when the sun was high and your spirits comparatively lower, you'd apologised to him for flirting. You love to flirt and especially with him, puppy eyed Spencer with his head of brown hair and his big brain, but some of the team suggested you were taking it too far. You apologised, but Spencer didn't really get what you were saying sorry for and took your hand to lead you out of the sun. He protects you. 
"You okay?" he asks. 
"I'm fine." 
"You sure?" His voice fries. 
"I'm sure," you say. His hand is an interesting thing on yours. He has long, long fingers that seem to possess their own willpower, moving even as they're sewn through yours. "I don't know what to do about my pants." 
Spencer's eyebrows pinch together. "Well, I'll take care of that. I'll find you something. I can't believe those as–" 
"Oh," you interrupt, taking your hand back in want of a better thing to hold, his cheek a mix of soft and scratchy against your palm. "You're still mad." 
"I'm not mad," he insists, though eventually he relents, "Alright, I'm angry that they'd think it was okay to objectify you." 
"What else?" you ask, letting your voice drop in pitch, the sound smooth as angora silk. 
"I'm thinking about if I hadn't been here." 
"I can protect myself," you murmur, endeared by the heat in his gaze. "You said it yourself, handsome. Radial fractures." 
"You shouldn't have to." 
"We both already know that," you say, the side of your hand slipping down his cheek reverently. He squints gently, his lashes dark triangles, his irises a browned sugar. His jaw clenches under your touch. "You're handsome." 
"Right now?" he asks dryly. 
"Are you handsome right now?" 
"Are you really flirting with me right now?" 
"Why wouldn't I be?" You draw a line under his ear whisper soft to curl a longer strand of his hair around the tip. "You look hot when you're winning." 
"What did I win?" he asks, like he doesn't want to know. 
You grin at him, stickying. "Would you like an itemised list?" you ask, rising on tiptoes to speak into the shell of his ear. "What do you think you deserve, handsome? For such a fearless defence?" 
He's not immune to your whims, but he is used to them, planting his hands on your shoulders to ease you back on sure footing. "I don't want anything. I'll always defend you." 
"Can I give you a small token of my gratitude, at least?" 
His pinking cheeks practically emanate heat. "We don't have time for this," he says regretfully, "I still have to find you a coverup." 
"Just a small token," you say. 
He hums and haws. "Alright. Okay, whatever you want." 
"You sure?" 
He nods once, his jaw working with something unsaid. You touch his neck, fingertips trailing along the underside of his jaw until you're sure it's what he wants before you brace your hands behind his head and press a chaste kiss to his cheek, close enough that the corner of his lips align with yours but don't overlap. His neck is hot in your hands, his hair soft, his breath hooking as you lift your lips just a touch and your nose digs into his cheek. "Thank you, Spencer," you whisper. 
He pulls you closer. 
You shudder as his hand presses into the small of your back, wondering what it is he wants to do. His fingers spread. Your thoughts turn to white noise. Like he can sense it, he breathes out and steps away, but any sense of urgency is gone. 
"As much as I might tease, I really do need some pants," you say. "I'm not very interested in anyone else seeing my panties today." 
He rushes off to find you something and you press the backs of your fingers to your cheeks, feeling the heat there with a resigned embarrassment. He has no idea how much power he has over you, in his stony anger and his eager reception. The phantom of his hand warms your back until he returns, his sweater in hand. "Sorry, this is it." 
"If you want me to wear your clothes, just say so." 
"Hotch is pretty pissed at us." 
"Ah," you sigh, tying his sweater around your waist, "another day in paradise, baby." 
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》 LEAVING TONIGHT — rafe cameron x reader
{ part 2 }
word count — 5.7k
warnings — MDNI, dark!rafe (he’s very much unhinged in this one), reader can be kook or pogue tbh, abusive relationship/DV + mentions of, no actual smut but mentions of, swearing, confinement, restraints, kidnapping (?? could be considered ig), drug use + mentions of, victim blaming, lmk if i’m missing anything!
summary — based off of this ask! ty for the request and for saving me from this writer’s block 😭💕
a/n — OKKK MISSED U GUYS SM. i’ve been struggling w writing lately and just in general tbh LMAO so i would be extra appreciative (if thats even possible) for any feedback and love on this one <3 anyway this is my 500th post 🤭 didn’t expect it to be this long but here we are!! leaving tonight by the neighbourhood is a good one to listen to while u read btw! ty to everyone who sent requests yesterday, i’ll be getting to them! happy thanksgiving loves 🤍🤎
Things with Rafe started off great, but the honeymoon phase lasted a strikingly short amount of time.
The oldest Cameron could only mask his true colors for so long.
Date nights and surprise gifts, kisses and love making quickly turned into arguing, witholding affection, criticizing you for every little thing.
You felt like you were constantly walking on eggshells, always worrying that you would say or do the wrong thing and cause your boyfriend to snap on you.
And it didn’t take much to set Rafe off.
But your resilience was one of the things Rafe admired about you.
You could take whatever he dished out to you, whatever insults or profanities he spat, whatever blows or shoves he dealt, and move on.
He didn’t even have to say sorry anymore, you were the one apologizing to him when he lashed out.
You didn’t complain, didn’t try to make the problems Rafe subjected to you anyone else’s problem. You knew better.
You’d stopped fighting back, both physically and verbally, long ago.
You were conditioned at this point, trained to take Rafe’s rath in stride and still go on about your day afterwards.
The amount of assaults and verbal lashings you’d been subjected to didn’t necessarily align with Rafe’s true stance.
The boy wasn’t too fond of his correctional methods.
He didn’t like putting his hands on you. He hated yelling at you, calling you names, ridiculing you, but he didn’t have a choice.
Rafe had a temper. He had anger issues, among a slew of other unsolved mental and emotional issues. Anything could piss him off, anyone could set him off, and click on the voices in his head.
His actions were always fueled by those incessant voices in his head.
They were loud. So loud, so overwhelming, so persistant.
They told him when he needed to correct your behavior, and the voices lacked a moral compass, too.
He would go until the voices finally whispered ‘enough, enough, enough’, and it was only then that he’d decide to spare you from any further mistreatment.
Rafe just couldn’t control his anger, and you just happened to be the most accessible outlet to channel it through every time.
Plus, you were great at bouncing back afterwards.
There were plenty of times Rafe was sure he’d overdone it, went too hard on you, hit you too harshly or choked you for too long. But somehow, you managed to get up and redeem yourself without any further issue, every single time.
You were strong, strong enough to deal with him on his worst days and his good ones.
Today in particular was a hard day for Rafe. His dad had laid into him all morning about some numbers he’d messed up in the company books.
Truthfully, Rafe could’ve done everything right by his dad and still be subjected to his violent tendencies. He was never good enough for the Cameron patriarch, and the feeling of inadequecy was eating him alive.
Safe to say, Rafe needed to be alone when he got home that afternoon.
So, he fixed your palm with a few blue notes and sent you on your way. You’d kill some time shopping in the city, while he took advantage of his alone time.
According to you, Rafe had stopped using cocaine completely, ditched the bad habit months ago.
But you only knew what you could see, what Rafe fed you to be true.
And in truth, the boy did try to stop using.
He managed to make it almost a full 24 hours without a fix the day after he informed you of the lifestyle change, but again, the voices in his head directed his actions.
He was at Barry’s the very next morning, you thought he was at work while Rafe was really buying enough coke to make sure he didn’t need to travel back to the Cut anytime soon.
He’d never admit that he was too weak to kick the habit all together, so he’d send you away instead, keeping his affair with the forbidden drug private.
Rafe kept his bag stashed under the mattress in your room. It might have seemed like an obvious hiding spot, but he knew you had no reason to be peering under there anyway.
He fished for the bag blindly, hand manuevering between the mattress and bed frame in search of his stash.
He both felt and heard the sound of a plastic baggie rustling beneath his fingertips, and sighed in relief when he tugged on it, eager to knock down a couple lines after the day he had.
But the bag he pulled out would do nothing to get him high in that moment.
Because the bag Rafe brandished was full of paper.
Cash.
A large amount, from the looks of it.
Some bills were wadded up, some folded different ways and directions, but all corraled into one Ziploc bag.
Your initials were scribbled in Sharpie at the bottom of the bag, and Rafe felt the voices awakening as he stared at the two letters.
The wad of cash stashed under the mattress in your shared bedroom was more than enough to elicit a fit of rage in the kook.
Because Rafe just couldn’t understand.
You had it so easy.
Most women only dream of being able to stay at home, live rent and bill free while the man handles the career, the finances, the planning.
The only thing you had to worry about was making it to your sunset yoga classes or your spa sessions on time.
You didn’t have to desire for anything.
Whatever you wanted, Rafe made it his mission to get it for you, and then some. 
Modestly, you never asked for much. Ever. He would offer to take you shopping, refresh your wardrobe, buy you nice bags, any monetary gesture he could conjure to make up for whatever abusive behaviors he exerted that week. 
He funded every aspect of your life, made everything easy and seamless for you.
All Rafe asked for in return was your unconditional love. You’d promised to stay with him, to see him through his drug addiction and anger issues, to help him and support him as he worked to be a better man for you, for his family, for himself.
But you just couldn’t do that, could you?
Something in your brain must have short circuited, convinced you that trying to leave in the middle of the night was a smart idea.
When in reality, it was probably the stupidest decision you could’ve made.
Rafe should’ve known.
You always declined his offers more often than you accepted, so he should’ve known something was up when you started making more requests, seemingly out of nowhere.
You usually didn’t care to get your nails done, but you’d been frequenting the nail shops in recent months. Your hair was typically styled one of a few ways, but you’d randomly started asking for money for hair appointments too.
Rafe didn’t mind it. He was glad you were asking for more money from him; he loved the fact that you depended on him for it. It allowed him more leverage, more things to hold over your head or bribe you with in the future.
Rafe cursed himself for missing such an obvious clue that something was up. You’d been pocketing the money, or most of it anyway, and stashing it away under the mattress.
On the bed the two of you shared. The bed he laid his head every single night, right beside yours. The boy clenched his fists, eyes falling shut as he started to think of all of the nights he’d laid his head on top of your little escape fund.
The stack of paper was a blantant act of bretrayal. Rafe felt double-crossed, and it burned, just like a papercut.
Blue eyes couldn’t peel away from the money, staring at his palm in disbelief. Rafe’s mind combed over any reason you would’ve hidden his money under the bed other than what he knew was the obvious truth.
The one person that was a part of his life by choice, who chose to stick around despite his flaws, wanted to leave him. The only person who stayed because they wanted to, not because they were teathered through blood or familial ties, had planned to leave him.
It was a miracle he found the stash when he had; who knows which day you’d planned to sneak off?
It could’ve been tonight, for all he knew.
All Rafe could think about was how much of your relationship had been a scam.
How much of his time and money invested into you was wasted?
How many of your words, your promises had been nothing but lies?
When you told him you loved him no matter what, how far were you stretching the truth?
When he left you alone to go take care of business outside of the house, how much time did you spend planning your escape? How many days had passed where you planned to walk out of the door and never return, but waited another day instead?
Then he thought about every time he’d come home to find you in the garage or heading out of the door… had you been ready to leave each time, only for him to soil your plan?
Rafe could no longer decipher what was true from false, and it pissed him off.
You weren’t supposed to be a liar like Sarah.
You weren’t supposed to fake concern and love towards him like his dad.
You were supposed to be different…but the Cameron blood must have worn off on you by association.
Which would be unfortunate, since Rafe had big plans for the two of you.
He wanted nothing more than to replace the promise ring he’d gifted you with a realone.
You stayed with him, loved him no matter how harsh he was with you, how often he treated you like anything less than a human, and that’s why Rafe knew he was going to marry you.
You’d be his wife, he was sure of it…
Until now.
Rafe’s first instinct was to march down to the department store to throw the money at you, if you were even really there, he thought. You were a liar, clearly you couldn’t be trusted. Rafe was sure if he’d found the bag later on that night after you returned back home, it probably would’ve had at least one more blue hundred dollar bill tucked right on top.
Confronting you in the store would be the first act of aggression before the voices in his head inevitably pushed him to take things farther.
Rafe had to simmer the boiling pot, had to settle his thoughts. He had to let you think your little plan was still in motion.
So, he gave the bag one last bone-crushing squeeze within his palm before he shoved it back under the mattress, right where he’d found it.
He fished further to find what he’d been looking for in the first place, except now he needed more than just a couple of lines to satiate his nerves, the fury he felt at your act of treason.
The burn was overwhelming as the powder funneled through his nostril, straight to his brain, which was racked with dark thoughts about how he should handle your defiance, your secrecy.
He could only wonder how long you’d been planning to leave him…
It definitely was not a spur of the moment decision.
You’d been saving up the money for months, planning your escape. Anytime Rafe offered you money, you’d ask for more than you really needed, pocketing the extra cash in your secret hiding spot.
You figured Rafe had no reason to be rummaging under the bed, so you kept the money hidden under your mattress, the same place Rafe used to keep his coke stashes, back when he still used. 
You’d hoped to have $5,000 saved before having to use the money.
You weren’t sure how much you had currently, but you didn’t have it in you to care.
After Rafe threatened your life during an argument last week, you decided enough was enough. 
The more you listened to true crime podcasters telling stories of relationships gone wrong, the more you realized Rafe was exactly like the men they described, abusing their partners until they finally snap, and end up killing them. And a lot of the girls didn’t even get a clear, verbal warning like the one Rafe had given you.
You didn’t want to end up like the girls on the other end of the crime, but that’s exactly where you feared you were headed.
So you would’ve ran for the hills with just $20 if that was your only option.
Your bag was packed, stowed away in the trunk of your car in the garage, ready for your departure.
All you needed was the key from the foyer, and you’d be on your way.
You silently prayed that it would be as easy as it sounded on paper.
If only you had a way of knowing that Rafe had already found your bag earlier that day…
You held your breath as you tiptoed through the home, nearing the front door where the key holder was bolted to the wall.
The house was just as quiet as it was dark, so you didn’t recognize the empty spot where you were sure you’d left your keys until you got close enough to reach, only for your fingers to find a bare hook.
Your eyes grew wide, but you tried to mask your panic, tried to steady your breathing even as your hands shook.
Did you move them and forget to put them back?
Did they fall off of the hook? 
You glanced down at your feet, eyes met with nothing but hardwood before they darted back up to the bare spot where your key should be.
“Looking for these?”
The voice made you flinch harshly before it then rendered you frozen in place, every hair standing on end as the question filled the silence in what you thought was an empty living room.
You didn’t dare turn around, even as heavy footsteps gradually grew louder and closer.
Rafe didn’t rush over to you, he didn’t need a sense of urgency. He knew you wouldn’t run.
You had no choice but to admit defeat when a harsh grip on your upper arm yanked your body around, giving you no option but to come face to face with your boyfriend.
His large hand wrapped around your throat before you even had a chance to speak, scream, plead for forgiveness, anything.
Rafe used the hold on your column to push you backwards, feet tangling together in the process.
The only thing that stopped you from tripping over your own two feet and landing on the hardwood floor was the front door that you fell back against instead.
Rafe held you there as he pressed his body into yours, the gateway to freedom ripped from your fingertips and used as a barrier instead, locking you in the house with the one person you were hoping to rid yourself of.
He didn’t say anything as he drew a hand up beside you.
You screwed your eyes shut tightly, waiting for the blow you knew you were in for.
But his palm never connected with your face.
Instead, a light jingling sound had your eyes slowly fluttering open, landing on the car keys Rafe was dangling in front of your face.
Tears sprang to your eyes as you shifted against the door.
Rafe picked up on the movement, quick to shove his knee inbetween your legs, making it almost impossible to try to flee from the uncomfortable position.
You’d seen Rafe at his worst. You’d seen him completely strung out, been there for him when he was a sobbing, emotional wreck, when he was an angry, rageful monster bulldozing over you completely.
He’d scared you before, and there had been plenty of times you were sure the man standing in front of you couldn’t possibly be Rafe.
This was much worse, though.
His eyes were no longer blue, but a dark hue as he forced the entirety of his strength onto you.
His face was twisted into a sinister sneer, lip curled inward as his fingers curled tighter around your throat.
Wild eyes darted across your entire face, Rafe unable to focus his gaze on just your eyes as his mind ran wild.
He couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged at his lips as he drank in your startled, trembling, terrified state. He knew he’d caught you off guard, knew he’d scared you beyond belief, and Rafe thrived off of your fear.
“What? What’s a matter?”
The question was rhetorical. Not just because the tight grip on your throat was robbing you of air and your ability to speak, but because Rafe already knew the answer.
“What? Did I spoil your little plan? Hmm?” His voice was so low, so condescending as it cut through the tension in the air.
His grip on your throat didn’t relent until he finally grew tired of your silence. Even though he was stealing your ability to talk, the voices told him you were ignoring him on purpose.
Blantantly disrespecting him, like you had been each time you lied to steal his money, saving it to run off without him.
Your hands flew to your throat, instantly gasping and choking on what little oxygen managed to squeeze through your constricted airways.
Tearful eyes were glued to the floor in the process, avoiding the harsh glare you could still feel burning into your skin.
Rafe fixed that though, roughly grabbing at the hair at the back of your head, scratching your tender scalp in the process. He yanked your head up, leaving you no choice but to face him directly.
You were still coughing, struggling to breathe again when he spat out, “tell me what you planned to do tonight.”
“Rafe,” you somehow managed to choke out his name, hardly above a whisper, “please-!”
His grip on your hair only tightened, and you winced in pain.
“I said tell me what you fucking planned to do tonight.”
You were a sobbing, sniffling mess in Rafe’s hold, and it only provoked him to press harder.
You gasped when his free hand moved to your jaw, fingers squeezing harshly, pressing the skin of your cheek into your teeth until you couldn’t take the pain anymore, forced to drop your jaw and allow his fingers to squeeze further without the restrictions the hardness of your teeth warranted.
“Use your fucking words, Y/N. What were you going to do tonight?”
“I-I…” You started shaking your head, unable to accomodate Rafe’s confrontation.
Even though it was clear he knew what the truth was, you were still scared to admit it, scared to say it out loud and confirm his suspicions.
“You what?” You shifted your weight to the pads of your toes, trying to stand on them to alleviate some of the pain stemming from your scalp.
“You were stealing from me? Lying to me so you could make some-some fucking rainy day fund?” He was so close to your face as he seethed at you, you could see the saliva flying off of his lips as he laid out your plan for you.
“Thought you could sneak off and leave me in the middle of the night?”
You shook your head vigorously, one hand still gripping Rafe’s wrist near your head while the other moved to push at his chest that was pressed flat against yours.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” he spat, shoving your arm away. He relinquished his hold on you, and you were quick to scramble further down the wall, chest heaving as sobs racked through your body.
“Aww, don’t cry now, baby,” his tone had switched in an instant, now softer and mimicking a faux concern as he stepped towards your trembling frame.
You shivered when his large hand cupped your face, the touch so gentle and soft, a conflicting contrast to the harsh tone and grip he’d had on you just moments ago.
You dared to lift your gaze, but your eyes trailed up to his anyway.
“You wanna leave me?” He asked, eyes wide and glued to yours.
You couldn’t find the words to say.
Rafe’s question totally threw you off guard.
“Answer me when I’m talking to you, Y/N.” He spoke slower this time, spacing his words out as if he was speaking to a child, “do you want to leave me?”
You couldn’t speak, too afraid that both a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’ would set him off either way.
Rafe took a step back, giving you more space to think over your next move. He hoped you’d choose wisely.
“There’s the door.” He said matter-of-factly, “no need to fucking sneak around me like I’m some-some idiot or something,” Rafe tapped the side of his head a couple of times for emphasis. 
The offer to leave freely through the door would have calmed you, if you could only take Rafe seriously.
The sudden change in his demeanor scared you. Just seconds ago, he was throwing you against the same door he now was telling you to use to leave.
“Just go. Walk out the door.” He gestured to the door, but your eyes didn’t leave his.
You were sure Rafe was going to snatch you up when you took a cautious step forward, but the harsh grip never came.
So, you took a couple more slow steps. The door was so close, it was hard for you to believe Rafe was going to let you walk out that easily….
And rightfully so.
Because as soon as your fingertips so much as grazed the cold metal knob, a hand was at the back of your head, Rafe yanking you back into his hard chest by your hair.
The fucking audacity, he thought as he corraled you against him.
The mere steps you’d taken when he offered the ultimatum only served to piss him off even further.
Your hands flew up to his own, trying to pry his fingers off of you to no avail.
Rafe leaned down, lips brushing against your ear as he ridiculed, “God, you really are fucking stupid, Y/N,” 
“Rafe!” You struggled against him, legs flailing and nails scratching at any exposed skin you could get your hands on.
One of your longer nails eventually dug deep enough into his arm to draw blood.
The stinging pain and the sight of the crimson droplets had Rafe clenching his jaw together, and he was quick to shove you away.
“Fucking bitch,” he mumbled as he examined the scratch.
That was all Rafe said before furious eyes met yours. He cleared the gap between you, reared back and delivered a swift, brutal slap clean across your face.
You cried out as your head whipped to the side, no time to recover before Rafe grabbed you up, forcing your back against his chest once again.
The boy dragged you backwards against your will, back through the house you’d summoned all of your courage to try to leave.
Your head was still spinning from the slap, combined with the oxygen you lacked while Rafe was choking you out against the door.
You continuously tripped over your feet, legs weak and wobbly, and each time your body tried to slump onto the floor, Rafe would only tighten his grip and yank you back up harshly.
He was growing more and more frustrated by the second, the voices in his head growing louder with each step he took.
“Fucking walk!” He spat, “You can walk, don’t fucking act like you can’t,” his lips brushed against your ear as he spoke, “You were about to walk outta that front door just fine, hmm?”
You squeezed your eyes shut, only opening them again when you felt the surface below your feet soften.
It felt like he’d been digging his nails into your scalp for ages by the time he made it to a stopping point.
Light flooded your eyes, they had to adjust to take in your new surroundings.
Rafe wouldn’t allow you to turn around at first, holding you firmly in place, fingers moving to dig into the flesh of your neck and shoulder.
So your eyes fell to the floor, and you noticed you were standing on a rug now.
You recognized the pattern even through your blurred vision. You were looking at it upside down, but the grapes and wine bottles were clear on the rug residing just outside of the only door you’d never been through in Tannyhill.
The wine cellar was strictly off limits to all of the Cameron kids, even the oldest, so you couldn’t figure out why Rafe had dragged you to this part of the mansion at first.
You wanted to ask, but you didn’t say a word when Rafe turned you around by your shoulders before slinging an arm across your chest to push you back and hold you against the cold wall.
Again, you tried, “Rafe-!”
“Shut up,” he spat, “I don’t wanna hear you talk.”
You listened, screwing your lips shut tight.
If staying silent would avoid another slap, another tug of your hair, you wouldn’t open your mouth to say anything. Not even a ‘sorry’.
“I do everything for you…” He sniffled, narrowing his gaze at you.
“I make your life so easy, all you gotta do is ask and you know its yours. Correct?”
You swallowed hard.
“Y-Yes…”
“Correct?” He repeated himself, tone more stern this time.
“Correct...” You amended your word choice quietly.
“All you have to do is-is sit in this house and obey. You have no responsibilities other than doing what the fuck I tell you to do,”
“I’m-,”
He ignored you, continuing on with his scolding, “All I ask for in return is your love, and the fucking truth.”
You choked on your sobs, head pounding, eyes puffy and red now.
You felt like you’d disappointed him, and you hated the feeling.
But you also couldn’t understand why you even cared. Rafe did nothing but disappoint you, 24/7.
“So tell me then, Y/N, why the fuck would you try some stupid shit like that?”
You finally found your words when he shook you violently, the back of your head bouncing off of the wall a number of times.
“I’m sorry! I’m s-so sorry! I-I didn’t think-!”
“Yeah, yeah that’s right. You didn’t fucking think.”
“I’m sorry,” you tried again, softly.
Rafe tilted his head at you.
“No, no, don’t be sorry baby,” His face mimicked a look of confusion and concern, though you knew both were fake.
“You just don’t think, like you said.”
You shook your head with what minimal movement Rafe’s tight grip would allow for.
“But that’s okay though,” he said, though you both knew everything was far from okay.
Rafe kept you against the wall while his free hand moved to turn the knob.
“Wha-?” Your question was cut off when you were yanked away from the surface, your frame crashing into the taller one before Rafe positioned you just in front of the now open doorway.
You were surprised to see a long set of stairs leading to had to be the famous Cameron wine cellar, based on the smell that hit your nose when you drew in a sharp breath.
“You’ll have plenty of time to think in here.”
There was no chance to register the weight of his words before Rafe was tugging at you harshly.
What little fight you had left was reinstated when he started lugging your weak frame down the staircase.
You pried at his arms while your feet stumbled over one another continuously, Rafe purposely robbing you of the chance to catch your footing.
He held you a bit higher, just too high for your feet to plant securely on the steps. If Rafe wasn’t going to throw you down, then he would be the one to walk you down the steps. He would decide what happens to you now, since you demonstrably needed to be reprimanded.
And his previous methods clearly weren’t cutting it.
Several times during the descent, you would have collasped down the rest of the staircase if it wasn’t for the burning hold at the back of your head.
When you finally reached the bottom of the stairs, you were out of breath, as was Rafe. He forced all of his strength onto you, pulling you further into the unfamiliar room.
The first thing you noticed was the never ending collection of wine bottles. Surely, there had to be thousands of dollars funneled into the fancy glass bottles plastering the many shelves in the cellar.
Rafe forced you to avert your gaze when he rounded a corner, and that’s when your eyes fell upon the only two things housed on this side of the room: a dingy air mattress, and what appeared to be a makeshift chain of some sort, bolted into the wall at the head of the inflatable bed.
Panic immediately ensued, and your adrenaline allowed for more strength than you would’ve had otherwise.
You struggled against him, but you were no match for Rafe, the inevitable victor time and time again.
“Relax, baby,” Rafe cooed in your ear, shushing you softly as your cries and pleads increased, growing more frantic with each step you were forced to take towards the disturbing set up.
“It’s just temporary.” But the clarification didn’t put your mind anymore at ease.
Was he seriously going to lock you down here?
As if he read your mind, Rafe continued, “Just until I feel like you’ve learned your lesson.”
With that, he shoved you forward at point-blank range, leaving you no choice but to collapse dramatically onto the bed below you.
You discovered the mattress lacked a good amount of air when the plastic dented in as your frame landed on it, offering you some of the impact of the hard tile floor underneath.
You were quick to try to scramble away from him, but Rafe was quicker, grabbing your ankle and yanking your body towards his with a tug so harsh, you thought your ankle might have popped out of it’s socket at first.
“Rafe, please-,” you breathed as his free hand pulled at the chain attached to the wall.
“Be quiet,” he instructed, a nicer way of warning you to shut the fuck up.
Rafe held your foot in place despite your attempts to kick and flail, while he wrapped the metal ring around it, locking the restraint with a loud click.
The cold metal sent chills up your spine.
Tugging at the shackle proved to be pointless, all you got in return was the clanking of the chain against the cold floor. You were sure that if you kicked the wrong way or tried too hard to move, you’d break your ankle.
You blinked up at your captor, tearful, bloodshot eyes following his movements as he kneeled down at your side, sighing loudly while taking in the sight before him.
Rafe wiped over his face multiple times, almost like he was trying to come to terms with what he was doing to you.
You thought maybe he might have a rare change of heart, realize that this was undoubtedly the biggest felony he’d committed against you.
The biggest, but nowhere near the first.
His eyes left your teary ones in favor of your legs, and he didn’t miss the bruises that littered them already from the harsh descent down the stairs.
He rubbed a large palm over the dark spots, attempting to sooth the wounds he’d created.
You melted into the touch, shaky hands clinging onto his arm, unsure if you were trying to ground yourself or him.
“Rafe, I am so, so sorry... please, you have to believe me! I-!” Your voice was so loud, so distressed, compared to the stoic tone he boasted. It served to make you feel like you were the crazy one, like you did do something stupid and he was right for correcting you in such an inhumane manner.
“I know you’re sorry, baby,” He nodded his head, and you found yourself nodding with him, hoping he was flipping his pages to the same one as you.
“I know you’re real sorry,” he brought a hand to the top of your head, softly brushing your hair back. His knuckles then trailed down the side of your face, which leaned into the gesture.
“You know I love you, baby.”
You nodded again, “I love you, Rafe.” You felt pathetic directing the words of affection towards the man who’d just chained you to a wall in his basement, but you were desperate.
At first you were desperate to escape Rafe, now you just didn’t want him to leave you down here all alone.
His lips rolled inward as he shook his head, “I hate that it had to come to this…”
The words sent any sliver of hope you might’ve had right out of the door you were restrained from reaching.
“You did it to yourself, though, baby…”
He took a glance behind him at the stairs, then back to you, once again rubbing over the bruises on your leg.
“Just be grateful I didn’t throw you down them.”
Your lips parted, brows furrowed together in shock. A chaste kiss was planted on your forehead, and you reached out for Rafe as he rose to his full height.
“No, Rafe please don’t leave me down here alone!”
He only sighed again, hands on his hips as he glared down his nose at you.
The look on his face could be mistaken for one of pity, sympathy, but it faded just as quickly as it appeared.
You currently lacked the mental capacity to think about the fact that Rafe had clearlyplanned this.
You had no idea if he’d found out about your plans to leave just recently, and strung this space together to hold you captive after he figured it out.
…But there was also a chance that maybe he’d had this all along, the makeshift prisonjust waiting for you to overstep, to do something to upset Rafe that would require more than just a simple beating or verbal lashing.
He started to turn around, and you made a last ditch effort to tug at his heartstrings, if he had any.
“Rafe, please! I’m sorry!” You couldn’t get the words out fast enough,” I-I don’t wanna leave you, I promise! Please, don’t leave me down here by myself!”
Your voice was hoarse now from all of your crying, cracking embarassingly with almost every other word you managed to choke out.
“You made this decision, not me.” His back was now fully turned to you as he spoke, he wouldn’t even afford you to decency to make eye contact with him as you humiliatingly pleaded for mercy.
“Now you’ll think next time you wanna try something so ignorant like this.”
Rafe didn’t even spare so much as a look back at you before his hand reached up to flick off the lights, leaving you chained to the wall in the dark.
Only an air mattress and the overwhelming stench of alcohol were left to keep you company through your sobs, with no idea how soon Rafe would grant you the light of day again.
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house-of-daena · 7 months
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Requesting for sub!dottore having his virginity taken in the akademiya by reader :3
Just imagining being his first,, he'd be so cute!!
obviously a virgin [dottore x amab.reader]
contents: no pronouns specified, dom reader/sub dottore, nsfw, akademiya zandik, slight exhibitionism, virgin taking, vanilla-ish, praise, dacryphilia, degradation, biting, blood, choking, overstimulation, (wc: 2.6k), tell me if i miss anything.
꒰ hi! thanks for being my first rq ❤️❤️ i do like me virgin taking ideas hehe, rqs r open btw n sorry this took too long :( ill be working on another dottie rq,, also holy shit thanks for 500??? i literally hit 400 a week ago... haha hi.. theres so many of you guys.. 😥😥(ty for all the support!)꒱
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it's entertaining to mess with zandik, the cute boy who always gets paired with you for projects, since you're the only one who willingly sits beside him whenever you have class together.
you could definitely see why people are both intimidated and suspicious of him. you wanted to get to know your partner more, so you had asked him what he was writing in his notes all day long instead of listening to the professor, and just hearing him talk about his most recent research was enough to get the matra to do a thorough investigation in his flat.
you should've really backed away from zandik and refrained from interacting with him anymore aside from your projects, but the way his eyes turned from his usual bored and cold stare to turn into sparkling rubies when you said you wanted to learn more about his studies, the way his behavior slowly went from snobbish and irritated whenever you were around, to getting giddy at the idea of someone finally showing interest and understanding of his views and perspective while also trying to keep pretending that he's not growing fond of your company at all, has you completely hooked on zandik.
it was only a matter of time before you've managed to get zandik all wrapped around your fingers, all putty in your arms whenever you hold him, and finally able to call him yours.
before you asked him out, he was very... shy, for lack of a better term. whenever you think he feels flustered by something you say or do, he starts swearing at you and insulting you for no apparent reason. of course, you were taken aback at the sudden attitude, but he'd be all red in the face as he tried to hide away from you, a hand on his chest and muttering curses to himself under his breath.
and he proceeded to be a cutie even in a relationship. the boy can not express himself at all, and you can't blame him. he was used to being alone for the majority of his life, people casting him out, his own village even banished him, so you know he has never felt a lick of love ever since. zandik was just very lucky that you had the patience of a god despite his deranged self and rather less-than-humane ideas. he was aware enough to be grateful for your loving sincerity.
it's always so entertaining to see his face turn completely red, brows furrowed and lips curling into a terrifying scowl as he stumbles over his words, yelling at you for flustering him, making him feel loved.
really, it's not your fault that his reactions are so amusing. hugs, and kisses, he was slowly getting accustomed to. he was also getting bolder day by day, grabbing you by your forearms as he shyly pressed a kiss on your lips. he's so assertive, but at the same time, he's seconds away from punching you in the face because of your big dopey grin.
one day, you thought, "what if i take it a step further?". it was your own experiment to conduct, and you merely wanted his reactions as a result (or maybe even a green light to proceed...) and so, you began subtly touching him on his erogenous zones.
it started off innocent, your hands caressing the skin of his neck while you pull him into a deep kiss, tenderly squeezing him as you grab him by the waist, nipping on his earlobe and even going as far as lightly giving his ass a slap. and just as you expected, he'd immediately glare at you, sharp teeth exposing themselves as he glowers at you. of course, you don't miss the way his hands shaky slightly and how he becomes extra jittery when you get too close, your hot breath fanning into his ear.
then you took it even further when zandik never told you to stop.
in the middle of a class, you'd place your hand on his thigh. you'd pretend to be listening to your professor, writing down notes and humming to yourself as he shoots you a pointed look. yet he didn't move away from you, only letting out a small sigh as he melted when you absentmindedly circled your thumb on his skin, gently squeezing and kneading his thigh.
he didn't mind it at all... until you decided to slowly move your hand closer to his crotch, which made his breath hitch and close his legs, his nails digging into the book he was reading. but you keep your hand on on him, forcing your hand into his inner thigh to give it teasing squeezes. zandik almost gasped when your fingers slipped inside his shirt, featherlight touch grazing the smooth skin of his pelvis, ghosting over his quivering abdomen, then massaging onto the dip of his hips.
then you pulled your hand away, resting your chin onto your palm, and spun your pen in your other hand, ignoring zandik's looks of frustration with a big smirk tugging on your lips.
and this continued for weeks on end; pinning him against a wall in an empty hall and then making out with him so good his knees would buckle underneath him, only to leave him yearning for more when you remind him you've got classes to attend to—openly talking about very sexual topics that would make his jaw clench and narrow his eyes at you, his mind reeling from all the fantasies that you've been planting into his imagination—eyeing him so intently and making sure he sees you lick your lips, leading him to throw his book at your face.
you can easily tell it was driving him mad, for you to push and test his limits, only to fuck with him and pull away. his carnal desire only grew at your ridiculous behavior, and truthfully, zandik doesn't know what to do with himself. he's not a stranger to the warmth that pools in the pits of his stomach, but he has never done anything about it, and it got overwhelmingly intense when it came to you.
and frankly, he has had enough.
here you go again, trailing wet kisses all over his neck and collarbones, in a fucking library. zandik had to hold back screaming at you when you pinned him against one of the shelves and started making out with him. at least you had half the mind to do it somewhere more secluded.
your hands were inside his shirt, grazing his skin with your nails, fingertips ghosting over his hardened nipples. he couldn't help but whimper into the kiss, his knees growing weak as you press yours onto his crotch.
zandik really wanted to be the one in control so bad. he wanted you to be quivering beneath him, moaning his name and begging him for pleasure. but fuck, just by your touch, the warmth of your palms, how your lips leave his skin tingling and muttering sweet nothing's in his ear, he can't possibly fight against it. it was like all his previous thoughts have escaped his mind, and now he's reduced to some dumb, needy slut who can't get enough.
the ever so smart and arrogant zandik, now just a pathetic, quivering mess in your arms, desperate for more. it was obvious how his hips erratically moved against your knee, though sloppy and without a rhythm. it was obvious how his hands kept grabbing you; from your arms, shoulders, and wrapping his arms around your neck, he was restless. he squirmed and whined, nipping at your lips and refusing to let you pull away.
he was so fucking horny that he is not going to allow you to fuck with him again this time.
so, as soon as you leaned back, he grabbed your arms and yanked you back toward him. brows furrowed as his sharp, crimson eyes glower at you, his hands gripped you so hard, you were convinced it was bound to leave bruises. you tensed at his sudden actions, and your expression grew sheepish.
uh oh, you thought, guilt quickly overtaking you. immediately, you assumed that you've finally reached the limit of his patience, and now you're about to get it—especially with how angry he looked. but then he smashed his lips against yours, catching you off guard. you groaned against the kiss, teeth clashing against each other, the iron taste of your blood making you shiver.
zandik pulls away, licking his lips, "if you're gonna keep touching me like this—" he pants between breaths, growling and digging his nails into your arm, "then go through with it! i can't take it anymore!"
"oh," you say dumbly, blinking at him with wide eyes. zandik groaned at your response, his cheeks reddening as he grew flustered when your lips curled into a dark, mischievous grin. "oh my, in a library of all places?" you shook your head teasingly, pressing your body closer to his and making his breath hitch when he felt your lips against his ear. "how naughty you are."
zandik shuddered at your words, his arms now wrapped against your neck, biting his bottom lip to suppress any embarrassing noise that threatened to leave his throat. "y-you're the one who started it!" he whispered angrily in your ear, his face completely red, chuckling at the way he stumbled at his words.
that's how he ended up getting his virginity taken by you in a library. he didn't expect you to, but it seemed like you couldn't wait any longer either.
you tried to be gentle. really, you did! you love zandik to death that you wanted to take it easy on him on his first. but then he was complaining and rushing you, pleading for you to just put it in and that he could take it. you can't help but click your tongue, a bit annoyed, but still understanding. he was really needy, a bit cute, especially when you've embarrassed him.
"just put it in!" he bemoans, wriggling his hips impatiently whilst your fingers scissor his hole. you frown at him, shoving your fingers deeper, soliciting a silent moan from his lips, his heart pounding hard against his chest. "i have to stretch you out first, it'll be painful if i don't." then you tilt your head to the side, a curious glint in your eyes as you smile, "lest you want it to hurt?"
zandik scowls at your suggestion, but you can tell he is flustered by how you read his mind. your smile only widened, ideas forming in your mind as you curl your fingers into a certain spot, and he had to swallow down his screams and bury his head onto your neck.
"gods zandik," you chuckle, watching his shoulders shake at your condescending tone, "you're such a fucking whore."
you don't trust him to keep quiet for his first time. his sharp teeth bit onto the flesh of your hand, hissing at the pain the more his teeth sink into your skin. your blood mixed in with his drool that dribbled down his chin, muffling his whorish moans as you pound into him.
zandik clawed at the wooden shelves, books falling to the ground as he tried to desperately hold onto something, anything to make him feel even a bit of stability. it felt so fucking good, the way your cock stretched his insides, his walls convulsing to your girth as you push deeper into his hole. he could feel it pulsating inside of him, so warm and big, easily stuffed as you bury even deeper into him. he regrets that he didn't let you fuck him sooner, easily growing addicted to your cock.
beads of his precum dripped onto the floor, creating a pathetic puddle of his arousal. his poor neglected cock, red and throbbing, bobbing in the air and flicking bits of his juices everywhere at each thrust, making a mess onto the books on the shelves. he couldn't stop it even if he wanted to, he doesn't understand why his cock is leaking so much, twitching and practically begging to be touched by you. too bad you're ignoring it.
you had to hook your arms under his, unable to stand on his own with how good you were fucking him. his legs could barely function, trembling and weak whenever your cockhead harshly hits his prostate.
he keens at the burning pleasure that's spreading all over his body and all the way down to his toes. it was better than he could ever imagine, your cock was so big, and he never wants you to stop—all he could let out were mantras of fuck's and faster! and harder! and don't stop! he almost forgot that he was inside a library.
you feel him tighten when you wrap your hand around his throat, squeezing his neck. he choked on his own spit as he grew lightheaded, the smell and taste of your blood sending shivers down his spine, the corners of his eyes darkening as he's gasping for breath in between his moans. he squirmed against you, throwing his head back as he raked his nails onto your arms and leaving bright red scratches, but you only groaned at the pain and slammed your hips against his ass, your cock abusing his poor prostate.
zandik couldn't take it. it was too much! he cums, hard.
ropes of his thick cum flung onto books and onto the floor, his eyes rolled back as his body shook. your hand remained wrapped on his throat and your thrusts slowed to let him ride his high, whimpering as tears rolled down his cheeks. his head was in the clouds, screaming your name against your hand as his body quivered.
his head laid against your shoulder, so fucked out that his mind was completely blank. he wanted to scold you for driving him mad for weeks, for fucking him and taking his virginity in a library, of all places! but most important, he wanted you to bend him over his desk and fuck him harder. to use him, keep fucking him to your heart's content, as long as you're burying your cock that he loves so much into his hole.
then, you start moving again, your thrusts now held more vigor than before. zandik arches his back, his body trembling, sensitive from his previous orgasm. he looks at you with wide eyes, his teeth biting onto your hand once more. he's afraid he might scream at the top of his lungs if he doesn't bite on your hand.
he wanted to tell you to stop, that it's too much for him to handle, but the burn, the pain, it felt too good. the way his dick drooled when you started fucking him again had his head spinning. it stings, and his cock was still painfully throbbing from how neglected it was. it's not like he can say anything coherent anyway, you have your hand preventing him from pleading for mercy.
"don't forget about me, love." you purr into his ear, squeezing his neck and choking him, watching his tears clump his lashes together as he claws at your arms for oxygen. you grin at the pathetic display, struggling to breathe even if you've let him go. you don't stop, forcing his body to bend to your will, using him until you've had your fill. or at least, he's finally lost his mind to the pleasure. "you're gonna let me cum, right? fill you up until you're full?" you're not sure if he could even understand your words at this point, but zandik nods, like a good, obedient slut.
oh, you are going to have so much fun with him.
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smutstevington · 6 months
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Resensitized (part 2) | Eddie Munson x Reader
(Find part one here)
Summary: Oh, how the tables have turned. Your porn star roommate is getting a little distant and weird after your night together. But don't worry - his attempts at avoiding you won't last long.
Word Count: 6.4K
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI!!! Smut (pwp), Pornstar!Eddie x Fem Reader, no use of y/n or defining characteristics, Eddie is a soft dom but has a kink for reader, grinding, pining, reader tempts Eddie and is kind of a BAMF, protected PIV sex, oral fem receiving, fingering, male self-gratification, hickies, communication/consent is sexy, things get very sweet at the end
A/N: Okay so you all loved part one and wanted more so...here we go! I tried to add what I saw requested - sub Eddie, some of his POV, the date, etc. By the way, I read ALL comments and tags, because they make me so happy. So, thank you to everyone who left feedback on part one and I hope this lives up to the hype?? xx
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Wait, did he just say-?
“What?” you asked, your eyes wide. His face fell.
“Uhh, shit.” He let out a breathy laugh, then jumped out of bed to put his clothes back on. “That was, uh - I don’t know why I said that.” 
As you watched him hurriedly step into his boxers, face flushed and hair a mess, you couldn’t help but notice that you’d never seen him flustered like this before. Sure, during sex, his usual composure was blown to bits by the end, but this was different.
You’d heard about the concept of “post-nut clarity” before- men who think something is a good idea when they’re horny, then immediately regret it after the fact. But you weren’t offended by Eddie’s nerves, because you knew this wasn’t him regretting that he’d had sex with you.
It was him freaking out because he enjoyed it.
Let’s be real - successfully getting Eddie to bust after he’d insisted he wouldn’t be able to made you feel like a goddess. So, instead of feeling rejected or vulnerable, you were riding high. 
“You probably said it because you want to go on a date with me,” you teased, sitting up in the bed and swinging your legs over the edge. 
Eddie looked at you, but he didn’t respond. Instead, his eyes traveled to your breasts, lingered for a moment, then widened.
“Oh, shit,” he said.
“What?”
He pointed at your chest, and when you looked down you saw several dark splotches on your skin. You chuckled.
“Well,” you responded with a sigh. “I think it was worth it. Any on my neck?”
“No! I was careful,” he replied. You eyed him accusingly. “I just got carried away at the end, there.” You smirked at each other, and you realized that despite the fact you’d had sex, the dynamic between you both hadn’t really changed. Not as much as you thought it would have, anyway.
“Well, luckily I stayed true to my word,” you replied, gesturing at his unblemished neck. He checked himself in your mirror to confirm, then nodded, impressed. You grabbed your robe from the floor and wrapped it around yourself, tying it until it was snug, then unintentionally began ogling the way his jeans hung low on his hips, his buttons and belt still undone.
“You see something you like, roomie?” he teased with a smirk. “My eyes are up here, you know.”
Your gaze snapped up to meet his as you bit your lip, guilty.
“Sorry, you’re hot,” you responded.
“And you’re drooling.” 
“Am not.”
“Are too.” 
Eddie took a step forward to close the gap between you, then dragged the pad of his thumb across the skin just below the corner of your mouth. Once again, you were mesmerized by him, your lips parting at his touch. After his thumb finished traveling along the curve of your bottom lip, his hand found a home against your cheek. 
“Eddie,” you said softly. “I would go on a date with you.”
His expression went through a series of small shifts - surprise, amusement, joy - then landed on cockiness, his lips pursed and brow raised.
“Good to know,” he replied. “We’ll, uh - We’ll talk about this more tomorrow, yeah?”
You were feeling incredibly sleepy, so you didn’t fight his avoidance of the subject. Besides, you lived together - you were bound to finish the conversation eventually.
“Okay,” you replied. “Night, Eddie.” He dropped his hand from your face, and you immediately shuddered at its absence
“Night, roomie.”
He didn’t kiss you, even though you very much wanted him to. You wanted him, in all capacities. As a roommate. As a friend. As more than that. You couldn’t quite comprehend it all in your tired state, though, so you let him leave. You heard his footsteps trail off down the hall, and you swore you heard a hesitation before his bedroom door creaked closed behind him. 
-
Fuuuuuuuucking hell. 
Eddie wasn’t supposed to feel like this. This wasn’t how he did things. He didn’t like this. 
Eddie closed his bedroom door and wished he hadn’t. He wished he’d instead stayed in your room and held you while you fell asleep and maybe fucked you a few more times because oh my god????
That was amazing. So amazing he’d nearly forgotten how the whole thing started.
He’d told you it wouldn’t mean anything. He’d told you that it wasn’t a big deal. That it was simply transactional and nothing else. 
He stayed there with his back against the door, breathing rapidly, hearing you walk down the hall and hoping you were coming to him. Instead, you went to the bathroom. He heard the toilet flush, then the sink running, then the sound of you brushing your teeth. 
You lived together. You were friends who signed a lease and who got along and had a good thing going and Eddie felt like he screwed it all up. 
He clutched his chest and let it rise and fall against his hand, his heart pounding beneath his ribs. 
Just calm down, idiot. You’re acting crazy.
He’d grown to care about you quite a bit since you’d moved in together. He loved any time schedules lined up and you got to spend time together. He loved joking around with you, and the way you let him be completely himself with no judgment. He loved how nervous you were around him after you watched his videos for the first time. That was probably his first clue that he kind of maybe liked you as more than a friend or a roommate. His second clue was less of a clue and more of a neon sign. 
Sex hadn’t meant anything to Eddie in a long time. Now it meant everything.
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Unsurprisingly, you slept better that night than you had in months. You woke up with the sun streaming in through the windows, fresh as a daisy. 
You loved this apartment. You loved your room. You loved your roommate.
You didn’t love him like that. Actually, maybe you did. Or maybe he was just so good at sex you were getting your feelings confused. 
It was still early - Eddie would probably be asleep for a few more hours. It’s one of the reasons why you didn’t see each other much - you woke up early, made breakfast, then left to work or run errands, and he slept in until the early afternoon, worked or rehearsed with his band, then stayed up late practicing guitar or playing video games with online friends in his room. 
You walked into the kitchen to get a pot of coffee ready, then made yourself a bowl of cereal. You checked your phone to see that your horrible Tinder date had messaged you again. 
Had a lot of fun with you last night. Would you wanna do it again?
Hmm. What was the classiest and least hurtful way to say, absolutely the fuck not??
To be honest, you’d forgotten him already, even though it had only been about twelve hours since you’d hooked up. He was entirely irrelevant, now. Every other partner you’d ever had paled in comparison to Eddie. That was just a fact.
Then, you realized you’d never told your friend what happened. You had passed out so immediately you hadn’t had the chance. 
HEY GUESS WHAT
WHAT
I FUCKED MY ROOMMATE
Naturally, she called you pretty much immediately.
“Tell me everything, spare no details,” she greeted. You looked down the hall to see Eddie’s door still closed. 
“I don’t want him to hear me,” you told her.
“Wait, are you still in bed? Did this happen just now?”
“No, it was last night,” you answered, holding your phone to your ear with your shoulder so you could carry your coffee and cereal to your room. You closed the door with your foot and set everything on your desk, then sat down with a sigh. “It was the best sex I’ve ever had, no contest.”
“I’m sooooo jealous,” your friend replied. You laughed. “So, how did it start?” You sipped your coffee and leaned back in your chair, happy to recount the memory. 
“Well, I - that guy from Tinder came over, and it ended up being extremely underwhelming, and Eddie picked up on it because - um, anyway, he wanted to help me out, I guess?”
There was silence on the other end of the phone for so long, you wondered if the call dropped.
“I have so many questions,” she finally said. “Why did he pick up on it?”
“He heard my fake noises through the wall,” you answered. 
“He was listening?” she asked, a flirtatiously quality to my voice.
“Said he was curious.”
“Hmmmm.” You already knew what your friend was thinking. “And then he wanted to prove he was better than Tinder boy.”
“Yes.” She waited for you to continue, so you did. “He was all about communicating and doing exactly what I wanted him to do.”
“Hot,” she responded. “Did you - I mean, did he get you to - you know?”
“Yup,” you replied. “Four times.”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“Oh my God!”
“I know!!”
You realized that you were raising your voice, and you didn’t want to wake Eddie through the thin walls, so you calmed yourself down.
“So, what happens now?” your friend asked. “You’re going to hook up again, right? You have to. Do it for me, if nothing else.”
“Trust me, it wouldn’t just be for you,” you replied. “And I think we will. I mean, I know we will, but - well, he kind of asked me on a date after.”
“He WHAT?!”
“I was confused too!” you told her. “We’re going to talk about it more today.”
“You absolutely have to go on that date,” she said.
“Duh.” You laughed, but were interrupted by a light knock on your door. You brought your voice to a whisper. “Shit, he’s at the door. Talk to you soon.”
You put your phone down on the desk, took a deep breath and walked to the door, then opened it.
Eddie was fiddling with his rings, one corner of his mouth raised into a smile.
“You’re up early,” you noted.
“You were yelling,” he explained, his smile turning into a smirk. 
“That was not yelling,” you replied. “God, these walls are too thin.”
“That is how we got into this whole mess, isn’t it?” he teased, walking into your room and looking around as if it had changed since the night before.
“It’s a mess?” you asked. He turned around and shrugged.
“I was up all night thinking about it,” he began. “I just - it’s not a good idea - you and me starting something, I mean. It won't end well.” You laughed and rolled your eyes. “What?”
“You were the one who asked!” you pointed out. “Way to dangle the carrot in front of my face and pull it away.” He ran his hand through his hair and smiled, bashful. 
“There’s a joke in there somewhere where the carrot is my dick.” You rolled your eyes again. 
“God, Munson, get your head out of the gutter for once,” you told him. “If it’s a bad idea, why did you ask me in the first place?” 
He looked down at you, and you realized that he was wrong. It had changed things, because he’d never looked at you like this before. In an instant, he snapped out of it - clearing his throat and shaking his head.
“It doesn’t matter,” he replied. “Look, I like you. I like living with you. And you’re kinda my closest friend right now.”
“I thought you were used to fucking your friends, though,” you countered, referencing a statement he’d made in what felt like eons ago. 
“I was,” he responded. 
Two words, and yet he’d said everything he’d needed to say for you to understand the rest of his thought - I was that way, but I guess I’m not anymore. Not with you.
Well, fuck. He had a point, as much as you hated it. Hooking up with your roommate was a recipe for disaster, usually. It was why you’d resisted the idea for as long as you had.
“Okay,” you sighed. “So, I’m your closest friend, and you don’t want to mess with that.” 
“Exactly,” he agreed. You both stood there awkwardly, not really knowing where to go from there. Finally, he puffed out his cheeks and exhaled deeply. “I’m gonna go smoke.” You crumpled your face in disgust.
“Cigarettes are a bad habit,” you reminded him.
“Yeah, but I’ve got an oral fixation,” he replied.
“Oh, I know.”
He was stunned for a moment, and then you caught him fighting a smile. His tongue grazed across his upper teeth, and then he nodded.
“I guess you would,” he responded at last. He went to leave, but paused with one hand grasping the door frame and the other giving you a halfhearted salute. “Catch ya later, roomie.”
Then, he was gone. The conversation didn’t go at all the way you’d wanted it to, but whatever. It was for the best, probably. When you returned to your desk, you saw that your friend had never hung up. You brought the phone to your ear and shook your head.
“You’re too nosy for your own good,” you told her.
“He likes you,” she said.
“Yeah, but you heard him,” you continued. “It’s not happening.”
“Bullshit,” she argued. “That man is obsessed with you. You’ve totally got him hooked, but he’s pushing you away because he’s scared. It’s a tale as old as time, babe. You live together. Any attempts he has at getting over you are doomed to fail.” You laughed, then resumed eating.
“I don’t want to make him do anything he doesn’t want to do,” you said.
“You’re not,” she assured you. “You’re reminding him that he should do the thing he very much wants to do.”
“Maybe.”
“Please,” she begged. “For me. Otherwise I’ll just hear you pine about it some more, and it’s entirely avoidable.”
“Fine,” you agreed. She squealed into the phone.
“Yay!” You smiled against your coffee mug, then realized you’d actually taken one of Eddie’s this morning. “As always, keep me posted.”
“I will.”
She was probably right. Okay, she was right. Relationships and dating were things you had long given up on, ever since your horrific breakup. But one thing you knew about yourself was that, once you found someone you liked, you weren’t able to just…stop thinking about them. 
So, you decided to be a little sneaky. You wouldn’t do anything crazy, you’d just give him a few reminders on what he was missing out on. He liked you, and you liked him, and you knew with 100% certainty that you could get him to break. 
You had this in the bag.
-
Eddie was losing his mind.
For a few weeks, everything went back to normal. You were extremely level-headed, and things were how they’d always been between you. As if that one night had never happened. Which, granted, is exactly what he’d asked for, but he didn’t like it.
He thought about you all the time. He lingered in the kitchen and kept his door open on the off chance that you’d want to talk to him. He felt like a goddamn fucking idiot, honestly. It wasn’t even about the sex, he just wanted to be around you. He wanted to make you laugh. He wanted to make you blush.
But, more often than not, you were doing those things to him instead of the other way around.
He would walk into the kitchen and see you wearing an oversized t-shirt and no pants, reaching for something on the top shelf enough for the shirt to lift and reveal your cotton panties. He’d try not to stare, but he would anyway, and he’d fight the urge to fall to his knees and sink his teeth into your skin. 
He wanted to literally bite you on the ass. What the actual fuck was that about.
You’d sense his presence and look over your shoulder to confirm your suspicions, then smirk. 
“Good morning,” you’d say. 
“Morning,” he’d respond, already fighting a hard-on.
And you knew exactly what you were doing. You knew that it killed him every time you asked him to zip up your dress. You knew it made him blush when you’d come home on hot summer days and walk around in a sports bra and shorts. You knew his heart skipped whenever your playful banter turned flirtatious. You knew why his eyes focused on the edge of your coffee mug after you took a sip - because your lips had just been there. You had to know.
And then, one fateful night, he dreamt of you. 
He was at work, except you were the only other person there. He was confused at first, but then you told him that you were the one he was paired with that day. He nodded, but it felt different than all the other times he’d been told the same thing about other people. He took his shirt and pants off and tried to touch you, but you backed away, tutting and waving your finger at him. 
“Not this time,” you said. “I don’t want you to do anything unless I tell you to. Lie down.”
So, he did. He swallowed and felt his heart rate skyrocket when you climbed on top of him and rocked yourself against him. You were moaning, your eyes closed and lips parted. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you, but you weren’t going to let him. You kept your hand on his chest, holding him down, biting your lip. 
“Can I -?”
“Shh,” you cooed, focused on what you were doing. “Don’t talk.”
His cock stiffened as you continued to grind on it, and the feeling was indescribable. Your motions picked up, your hips rocking faster and faster, your moaning turning higher pitched and less controlled. 
He watched you - beautiful, sexy, incredible you - and felt the familiar feelings of his own orgasm building within him. Any moment now and he would -
“Fuck!” you cried out, your composure fully unraveling and your movements stuttering. He spilled onto his stomach immediately, feeling the warmth of that and himself and you all around him. You crashed down onto the bed, still breathing heavily, and pulled him into you. 
“Thank you,” you said, placing a quick kiss on his cheek. 
Suddenly, he jolted awake in his bed, eyes wide. 
He was sweating a little bit, but thankfully hadn’t jizzed in his boxers. He was grateful to keep up his streak of no wet dreams since his teenage years, especially since he shared a bathroom and washer/dryer with you. That would have been mortifying.
Seriously. What the fuck were you doing to him???
He decided he needed yet another cold shower - he’d been taking a lot of them recently. One would think that him still having sex with other people through all of this would have helped his situation, but it was actually quite the opposite. He didn’t want them, he wanted you. Besides, the sex he was having was for work. He did try once to hook up with one of the other actors after hours, but even that didn’t curb his desire for you in the slightest. 
He probably should have anticipated running into you on his way to the bathroom, considering you lived together and all, but somehow it took him by surprise.
“Hello,” you called to him casually from the kitchen. 
“Uh, hi,” he said, awkwardly standing in the hallway. He saw you sitting there, fully clothed and doing literally nothing remotely sexy, but he blushed anyway as if you were. 
“If you’re about to shower, just know there’s something wrong with the water heater,” you informed him.
“That’s okay,” he replied, perhaps too quickly. “I, uh - I don’t mind.” You put your phone down and looked in his direction, suspicious.
“Okay, weirdo,” you teased. “Anyway, I tried to talk to the landlord but I think he likes you better, so -”
“Uh, yeah, I’ll give him a call,” Eddie said. He pointed at the bathroom awkwardly and nodded. “I’m gonna - uh - yeah.”
Way to go, idiot. She totally knows something is going on with you.
He couldn’t worry about that yet, though. By the time he shut the bathroom door, his dick was so hard he had no choice but to deal with it. He hadn’t been this out of control horny since he was going through puberty. His face was red and his bottom lip was chapped from biting it so much. He stifled his grunts and groans to the best of his abilities, leaving the water running to mask the sound of him jerking off. 
It didn’t take long. It never did when he was thinking about you.
The shower was in fact cold, but he was too busy trying to figure out what he was gonna do to notice the temperature that much. He didn’t come up with anything by the time he was finished washing up, or even after drying himself off. He put a pair of pants on and opened the door, just to jump at the sight of you waiting for him by his room.
“You’re being weird,” you told him.
Yeah. There was no denying that fact.
“I know.” You continued, taking a step closer to him.
“You’re acting like I did when -”
“I know.” You eyed him with a smirk, then gestured for him to follow you to the kitchen. He did so blindly, even though he wasn’t sure why you needed a location change. Honestly, he would have followed you anywhere. 
“Okay, let’s talk about it,” you said, drying off the last of the dishes beside the sink. Ah. So that’s why you needed to be in the kitchen. “Did something happen? Did you find one of my videos?”
“Do you have any?” Eddie asked. He didn’t mean for it to sound desperate. He honestly was curious. But, combined with everything else, that’s how it came off.
“No,” you answered. “Not yet, anyway. So, spill. What happened?” Eddie took a deep breath and leaned with his back to the counter beside you.
“I had a sex dream about you.” You burst out laughing, your eyes squinting so much he could see the crinkles around them. He smiled, joining in with your laughter. “Don’t laugh at me!” You calmed yourself down and shook your head.
“It’s cute! That’s all,” you said. “We’ve all been there, Eds. Was this last night?” He nodded. “First one?” He nodded again. “But you’ve been acting weird around me a lot lately.”
“Woah there, detective,” Eddie replied, his hands up in defense. “What’s with the interrogation?”
“You told me I could ask you anything,” you responded. Eddie groaned, realizing he had in fact said that. Fuck. “Does the dream have something to do with the moaning that was coming from the bathroom just now?”
Eddie’s eyes widened. Fuck these paper-thin walls. This was worse than the time he popped a boner in math class. You stared back at him, smug, and he narrowed his eyes at you. Making people flustered like this was his move, dammit.
“So, what if it was?” he asked with a shrug. You rolled your eyes.
“Just admit that you have a crush on me.” Eddie couldn’t believe how bold you were being. Once again, that was traditionally his move. The tables were turning, and it made his heart race in a way he hadn’t experienced before. Your eyebrows furrowed at his silence. “Um, sorry. Maybe I had this all wrong -”
“I absolutely, 100% have a crush on you,” Eddie answered. “That’s not a secret though. I’ve been down bad since we - I mean, you know. And it’s fucking annoying. I feel like an idiot for telling you I didn’t want to go out with you. I thought that repressing it was for the best, and maybe it is, but at this point I reeeeally don’t think I can hold out much longer. No help from you and your refusal to wear pants around here anymore, by the way. It’s like you’re trying to rile me up.”
You looked down at your oversized sweater and exposed legs, then smiled. 
“That’s exactly what I was trying to do,” you admitted. “I’m glad it worked.”
“That’s mean,” he replied, smirking. “You’re mean.”
“Yeah, but you have a crush on me, sooooo….” He chuckled, then shoved you playfully against the arm. 
“Yeah, whatever,” he responded. “Congratulations, roomie - you’ve ruined me. Let’s go on a fucking date.” You smiled, big and bright, then bit your lip. Eddie realized he’d do anything to make you smile like that any chance he got. 
“I thought you’d never ask.”
-
You settled on going out to dinner. Nothing groundbreaking, but a date’s a date. Eddie originally suggested going to the arcade and playing laser tag, but you told him that was more of a third date kind of thing. 
Secretly, you both already knew that a third date would happen, so you didn’t stress the first. It was all a formality, anyway. A symbol instead of a step. Like, you already were close friends who lived together, and you’d already had sex. So it felt like you were going in reverse more than anything.
At least that’s how you thought it would feel. Instead, it felt perfectly natural - as if this was a normal situation that went in a normal order. You laughed, you people-watched, you flirted, and all was well. 
“Your place or mine?” he teased after he’d paid the check.
“Mine,” you answered. “I don’t have sex on the first date, Edward.” Eddie snickered.
“Bullshit,” he replied. You smirked, then got your purse as you both stood up from the table. He took your hand to walk you out of the restaurant, and neither of you even really noticed you’d never done that before. 
“I’m serious, actually,” you responded. “I mean, I used to be that way. Before I moved here and had that one night stand.”
“That godawful one night stand,” he reminded you. You rolled your eyes.
“Yeah, well it led to us hooking up, so at least something good came from it.”
“Yeah, you did,” he said with a grin. “Four times, if I recall correctly?” You blushed, biting your lip at the memory.
“Has anyone ever told you how humble you are?” you joked. He laughed, nudging his shoulder into yours.
“Not once,” he responded. 
It was a quick drive home, and conversation continued to flow easily. You were talking about some movie you’d both seen as a kid when you walked through your front door, and you’d nearly forgotten that you had just come from a date. None of it felt new, somehow.
“Well, I’d say that was pretty successful,” you said once there had been long enough of a silence. You went to grab yourself a glass of water at the sink, when Eddie said something behind you that sent a chill down your spine.
“Do I get to kiss you goodnight?” 
You spun around to face him, then nodded. He closed the gap between you and put a hand at the small of your back, then laid his other hand against your cheek, his fingers wrapping around to the back of your neck. He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours - slowly, gently, respectfully.
The moment you kissed back, his composure broke. He breathed you in, parting his lips to deepen the kiss, tightening his grip on you. Your arms went over his shoulders so you could be even closer to him. His tongue grazed your lower lip, then dove past it to lick the roof of your mouth. You moaned unintentionally, then broke from him just enough to speak.
“Woah,” you said, your head spinning. 
“Sorry,” he replied, putting his forehead against yours. “Too much?”
“Not at all,” you answered. “How long have you wanted to do that?” 
“Too long,” he responded, breathlessly. “Too goddamn long.” You gave him another peck on the lips, then cherished the way he chased you when you didn’t go back in for more.
“You want me again?” you asked him, softly. He nodded.
“Yes.”
“Now?” you asked, as if you didn’t already know the answer. You could already feel him stiffening against you.
“Always.”
Within moments, his lips were on yours. His hands quickly tangled in your hair and pulled you deeper into him, your bodies flush with one another. He walked you backward until your ass hit the kitchen counter, then wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and lifted you up so you were seated. His hands abandoned the small of your back and went to your thighs, spreading them apart so he could stand between them. All the while he kissed you and touched you and and breathed into you. 
“I want to make you feel good,” he said. He was so close to your skin, you could feel the vibrations of his words. “Please let me make you feel good again.”
He nipped at your earlobe, causing you to shudder. Your eyes flashed up to the ceiling, all other thoughts fading away.
“You are,” you responded breathlessly. “You do.”
The confirmation seemed to only motivate him even more. His fingers began trailing up your skirt as he dropped to the floor, a frenzied desire in his eyes.
Ohhh lord. Seeing him on his knees for you turned you on more than you could have ever anticipated. 
“Please,” he begged, placing a quick kiss on your thigh. While it was tempting, you didn’t really want to have sex in the place where you prepared food.
“Yes,” you permitted. “But not here.”
“Why not?” he whined. “I eat here all the time.” You kicked him playfully, rolling your eyes.
“That’s gross,” you said. He stood up, grinned, and held his hand out for you to take.
“Tell me it’s gross in two minutes when I have you screaming my name again.” Your breath hitched as you took his hand and followed him to your room - you might have gone to his room instead this time, had it not been ten feet further away. You didn’t want to waste a single moment. 
“You’re dangerous, Eddie Munson.” 
“That’s what they tell me,” he replied with a smirk. “Now, take off your clothes and pick a number.” You were confused, but did as told anyway.
“Uhh, 7?” you said as you lifted your dress over your head. His eyes bore into the newly revealed parts of you - your stomach and chest and legs. 
“Pssh, easy,” he said, his gaze still fixed to you. “Let’s get this out of the way, too.” His arms went around you to unfasten your bra.
“What’s the number mean?” you wondered, shivering at his touch. Your bra fell to the floor beside your feet.
“Oh, it’s the number of times I’m gonna make you come,” he replied casually. Your eyes widened.
“What?!” In an instant, his hands groped at your breasts while his lips went back to your neck. “Eddie, I - mf,” you murmured, already succumbing to his influence. “What if I’d chosen a higher number?” Eddie broke away from your neck to look into your eyes with a smirk. You jolted when his thumb and forefinger flicked across your nipple.
“Then we would have to be here for a while,” he said. “Do you wanna change your answer?”
You stared at him, dumbly, unable to comprehend how you’d found yourself in a situation this perfect.
“Just shut up and kiss me,” you replied.
So, he did. One hand grabbed and pulled at your hair while he kissed you passionately. Then, he kissed down your jaw, to your collarbone, between your breasts, on your stomach. He left a trail of fire all the way down to your panties, your core already throbbing for him. Once he was back on his knees, he yanked your underwear down to your ankles and lifted one of your feet so you could spread your legs apart. 
His mouth was on you in seconds. No time for teasing. As he licked up your slit, you searched for something to hold onto. The only thing around was him, so you grabbed a hold for dear life, gripping a fistful of his hair. He groaned in pleasure as he tasted you, and you felt your knees buckling. He slipped a finger into you as his tongue swirled circles around your clit. He pulsed in and out of you, and your eyes rolled back into your head. You felt yourself cresting over the edge as your fingers tangled in his hair, and before you knew it you were losing your balance and falling to your knees across from him. While his head had separated from you, his finger remained buried inside you, undulating against your g-spot.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” you muttered. You could tell that your first orgasm was just prefacing your second. “Don’t stop.” You shifted yourself until you could lie on your back against the floor. Eddie threw one of your legs over his shoulder and continued eating you out as he fingered you. Your hips grinded against him of their own accord as you moaned and squirmed beneath him. 
And then you felt that tightening deep in your stomach - just as you’d suspected - and all of a sudden you were shaking and exploding with pleasure, tears springing to your eyes.
“Fuck!” you shouted, quickly slapping your hands over your mouth to keep quiet. Eddie used his free hand to tug your arms away from your face, tutting in disapproval. 
“Don’t censor yourself, sweets,” he cooed. “I want to hear you scream.” He added another finger inside you, stretching you out. You gasped in delight. “I’ve wanted to hear it ever since that first night,” he continued. He kept his hands on you but crawled forward so his mouth could reach your breasts. He kissed one, gently. “I was hearing that pitiful excuse for sex through the walls and all I could think about was how I could fuck you better, and how you’d sound when you weren’t faking it.” He sucked right beside the last remaining hickey from the first time he’d done this. Your back arched, your heart beating so fast you were practically vibrating.
“Eddie,” you moaned. “I need you inside me right now.”
“I am inside you,” he said, flexing his fingers in a way that made your hips roll against his hand. You shook your head and reached down to his jeans, grabbing his cock and running your hand up the shaft. He stiffened, his eyes closing and motions stuttering. 
“This,” you clarified, tightening your grip. “I need this.” He groaned, then nodded.
“Fuuuuuuck, okay,” he said. He pulled his fingers out of you, licked them clean, stood up, pulled you up, then started stripping as you got a condom from your bedside table. By the time you’d retrieved it and turned around, he was fully naked and waiting eagerly to put it on. He ripped the foil open with his teeth and rolled it over his length, then sat you on the edge of the bed and lined himself up with your entrance. The corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk, his eyes dark and pupils blown out. With a final nod of your permission, he thrust himself inside you all at once.
You whimpered, your mouth falling open at the feeling of him completely filling you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your heels crossed under his ass. He pushed himself in and out of you, guided by your feet, falling into a steady rhythm. You bit at his shoulder and neck, drawing groans of pleasure from his lips. You could feel his body getting warmer to the touch, a bead of sweat forming on his brow. You leaned back and laid down fully on the bed, and he quickly followed you. You both crawled further onto the bed until his body was stretched out and hovering over yours. You tightened your legs around him again and threw your head back, enjoying the way he continued pumping himself in and out of you. 
“Tell me that nobody else fucks you like I do,” he said in a husky tone. Your eyes were closed to keep yourself from being entirely overstimulated.
“N-nobody,” you stuttered. “Nobody fucks me like you.”
Suddenly, he was kissing you, and you were kissing him back, and he was fucking you, and you were rocking your hips against him, and his thumb rubbed at your clit, and you were coming again, and he was coming with you. Your mouths were open against each other, gasping and shaking, and then your eyes opened.
He was looking at you, really looking. As you returned his gaze, you got lost in it all. His hips stalled with his cock buried deep in you, but neither of you dared to move. You just kept looking into each other's eyes, breathing deeply, and that’s when you realized that one of your hands was interlocked with his. You kissed him again, slowly and leisurely, before sucking his bottom lip into your mouth and biting it. He moaned softly, appreciatively, then sighed.
“I lied before, about having a crush on you,” he said. You raised your eyebrows, mind still reeling from the sex.
“Oh?”
“I think it might be more than that,” he explained. “I mean, it is more than that.” Your eyes widened.
“Oh.” He waited for you to respond. “Just - give me a minute. I’m still in outer space.” He flashed a small, crooked smile, then pulled out of you slowly. After he settled back into bed, you instinctively curled up next to him, which he happily accepted. 
This was nice. This was better than nice. This was perfect.
“I know that because of my work -”
“It’s more than that for me, too,” you interrupted. You angled your head to look up at him. 
“Yeah?” he asked. You nodded.
“And I don’t know how I’m gonna feel about dating someone who has sex with other people at work,” you continued. “But right now, I don’t care. Usually, I’d be jealous, but - but I’m not.”
“You really wanna give this a shot?” he wondered, desperately trying to hide his excitement. You nodded again, smiling.
“I don’t think we have much choice,” you replied. 
“Fuck yeah,” Eddie said, grinning from ear to ear. “Let’s do this, then.”
You kissed him on the cheek, then went back to cuddling up to his chest. He hummed, content. 
He was pretty sure he loved you, but that was for another night. This night would be spent making you come another four times, as promised.
Eddie was always true to his word.
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Hiya! I was wondering if maybe you could write something like kyoraku fucking you in a sundress? Like you’ve planned a picnic date and then he sees you all dressed up in a pretty yellow sundress and makes you sit on his face in the middle of the park? Ty love x
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(✧) ─ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 shunsui finally has a day off from his captain duties, so y/n decides to plan a romantic picnic to help him relax. upon seeing her in that pretty little dress, he thought of other ways to do so.
(✧) ─ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔! black woman who uses she/her pronouns ─ chubby!reader. established relationship ── husband x wife. same couple from goodmorning, my love. part ii. to my four part series. NO MANGA SPOILERS. third POV, usage of profanity, praising and breeding kink, VOYEURISM ── public s3x. oral!receiving ── face sitting, missionary position, terms of endearment ── cupcake, sweetheart, my love, angel, baby, pretty girl, etc. squirting, creampie. this is just some passionate love making in the garden. shunsui is wearing a yukata and i think it's hot. 3.3k word count.
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my goodness. first of all, im sorry this request took so long. i have like three different versions of this fic written, but decided to go with this one. i absolutely love it. nonnie, i hope you're still here with me lol. i also just came off a writing hiatus, so im going to try to knock out my other requests, which are also bleach characters, hehe. shoutout to nonnie for being my first completed request. ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰ no more rambling. i hope y'all enjoy. interactions would be greatly appreciated. ♡ eighteen plus only. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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𝑺𝑯𝑼𝑵𝑺𝑼𝑰 𝑺𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑫 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑺𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑳𝒀 𝑨𝑺 𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑫 𝒀/𝑵 𝑷𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭 𝑨 𝑪𝑼𝑷, 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑶 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑺 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑴𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑯. His grey irises were glued to Y/N, mesmerized by her gorgeous appearance. A day never went by when Shunsui wasn't obsessed with her beauty, but today he found himself staring more than usual. Did it have something to do with the substance circulating his system or the short yellow dress Y/N was wearing? 
Maybe both. 
When Shunsui saw Y/N, he felt himself coming undone in the yukata she picked out for him to wear. He wondered where she got this dress from? Perhaps a gift from Rukia when she returned from the World of the Living? If so, he would surely thank her the next time he ran into her.
The dress held Y/N's curves perfectly. With every step she took, her tits bounced like they were dying to be freed. A few times on the stroll to the garden, the wind blew heavily to expose her garments. The pervert in Shunsui wanted the wind to blow harder to reveal more, but of course, the gentleman in him helped Y/N adjust. 
Shunsui declared yellow was Y/N's color. It complimented her deep brown skin well—and the sun couldn't agree more, descending upon her complexion to illuminate the natural glow she already had. To think this day was supposed to be reserved for spending time with Y/N and relaxing. All he could think about was fucking her in that pretty little dress. Well, that sounds quite relaxing to him, at least. 
"My love, you're staring," Y/N said while her eyes remained focused on rummaging through the picnic basket. 
Of course, he was. How couldn't he? If only she could witness the lewd thoughts permeating Shunsui's mind. They were beyond obscene, visualizing her thighs suffocating his face while he ate her pussy until she was a cumming mess. Fucking Y/N, gazing at her tits bouncing invitingly until they fell out her top. He knew she wasn't wearing a bra either. The dress's material was thin enough to have her nipples peek through. 
Fuck, she was so damn sexy. Shunsui's cock was growing harder the longer he watched.
"Can you blame me for having a beautiful wife?"
Y/N wrinkled her nose. "Hmm, maybe you're right. I can't blame you, but you could at least say what's on your mind."
"Why do you think something's on my mind?"
"Hmm, maybe because you're giving me those bedroom eyes, and your cheeks are quite red. I know you could handle your liquor."
He chuckled, using his free hand to throw up in defeat. "You got me. You'll probably think I'm a pervert if I tell you what's on my mind."
"Baby—I thought you were a pervert since we met. I don't think a few of your wet fantasies would make me think otherwise." The laugh he belted from his stomach pulled strings in Y/N's heart. So genuine. He needed this day. 
Shunsui leaned back to pat on his lap, wanting Y/N to take comfort, which she had no issue doing. A delightful ache rushed to his cock from feeling Y/N's clothed sex on him. Her lips were ghosting over his, inches from kissing but instead taking in the lingering aroma of sake. She brushed her nose along the bridge of his nose, an intimate gesture they did to express their love, before wrapping her arms around Shunsui's neck and finding his lips. 
While sharing a heated kiss, Y/N began rubbing her pussy on Shunsui to pull those husked groans from his chest. His free hand rested on the small of her back to aid the rolling motion of her hips. Y/N halted her movements to softly gasp due to feeling his erection grow against her clothed sex. However, Shunsui saw no reason for her to stop. 
Shunsui chugged the last of his sake before grabbing Y/N's legs to wrap around him, having her comfortably straddle him. He placed his hands on her hips to continue her movements while massaging each other's lips. Every moan, grunt, and plea was devoured with the intent of wanting to do more than just make out, especially for Shunsui. 
A greedy man he was when it came to Y/N. He wanted to discover every kink and pinpoint of her body until all her weaknesses were revealed. Any chance he had was used to taking his time pleasing her in ways she didn't know was possible, but Shunsui made it so. And today would just be another one of those experiments. 
"I want you to bear my children, my love," Shunsui rasped, pecking her lips between words before peppering kisses along her neck. "You look so damn beautiful and sexy in this dress. I want to fuck you while you wear it."
"Mmm, let's go back—"
He shook his head. "No. Right here. Let me fuck you right here in the middle of the garden."
"S-Shunsui—I don't know if I'll be able to be quiet. And what if someone sees us?" Y/N words barely came out as normal. Her breathy moans only indicated she was on board with him. 
He tugged her earlobe between his teeth, whispering, "Hmm, conservative now, are we? I recall you stopping by before my captain meetings a few times because you said you missed me—And lunch wasn't the only thing you were dropping off."
Shunsui earned a knowing look from Y/N that was filled with desire. She didn't even bother to argue because it was true. Y/N genuinely visited Shunsui at the barracks to bring him lunch. But there was just something about seeing him tend to his captain duties that had a pleasurable ache rush to her center. And let's just say when Shunsui walked her out of the room, she attracted a few stares from his subordinates. 
She nipped on her bottom lip, letting out a deflating sigh. "Why have I married you again?"
"Because you love me, and I love you. Now come here—Sit on my face." Shunsui wasted no time laying on his back to prepare to feast on Y/N. She attempted to remove her dress, but he stopped her. "I was very serious when I said I want to please you while you wear this dress, sweetheart."
He sat up a bit to grab Y/N's waist to pull her onto his face, causing her to giggle. That giggle soon turned into a soft moan upon feeling Shunsui lap at her clit through her panties. The barrier of her garments acted as a tease and a surprise for something great. Her natural odor graced his nostrils, reminding him how he became pussydrunk, to begin with. 
The feeling of Y/N's pussy being toyed with through her panties was a great delight—as if the material of her garments gave her clit more friction. She even found herself riding his face in hopes of reaching her release quicker. But she should know that Shunsui took his time pleasing her. 
Libido was pumping through their veins, but mainly Y/N. Shunsui was a tease in more ways than one. However, she felt like she was on the edge of a mountain. She was desperate to cum, and although her orgasm was right there—it wouldn't come. Not until his tongue was pleasing her without the barrier. It felt like an everlasting sensation of falling out of the sky. 
Y/N hiked up her dress to look down at Shunsui, seeing that pretty scarlet color decorate his cheeks. She just knew he was enjoying taunting her. His mouth was preoccupied, but his eyes twinkled a light of mischief and ecstasy. Y/N thought he looked so sexy smothered between her thighs, but she needed more, and she didn't mind begging for it. 
"Baby, stop teasing me—please."
"Gosh, I just love when you're so needy and impatient for me, angel. Just this once, I'll give you what you want."
He slipped Y/N's panties to the side to attack her clit. He groaned from having her taste on his tongue, joyfully rolling his eyes back. Shunsui was hungry for this pussy. Taking care of Y/N was the highlight of his day. If only he could spend every day like this—spreading her ass cheeks to obnoxiously eat her pussy and second hole.
Shunsui's moans transferred vibrations to her throbbing bud, causing Y/N to cry his name. He slipped two fingers inside her to produce more of those dulcet cries, which went straight to cock. 
Y/N was so wet for Shunsui and created a mess on his face. Being drowned in her wetness was no issue for him at all. Y/N's juices coated his facial hair and dripped down his chin. She kept whimpering his name, saying how close she was to cumming, and that only aided his feasting to become more passionate. Thrusting his fingers knuckles deep into her cunt while sucking vigorously on her clit. And he couldn't neglect the hidden flavor behind the long side of her labia. 
"Fuck, you taste so good, cupcake. I love this pussy," Shunsui mumbled.
"Shun, suck me harder. I'm right there."
So sensitive she was when it came to Shunsui's touch. Teasing Y/N through her garments was the calm before the storm. She just knew as soon as she felt him lapping at her clit she would cum quickly. Her actions also proved this accurate—pressing her weight on his face, suffocating him between her thighs while riding his tongue.
Y/N began feeling herself and imagined Shunsui running his hands through her curves. Somewhere along the lines of yes, please, oh God, and a few more curse words was all that she could say. However, Shunsui fucking the air caught her attention. She looked over her shoulders to witness how hard his erection became. If she didn't know any better, the wet spot on his yukata was the overload of precum seeping through. 
She bit her lip, thinking about how badly she wanted to suck the soul out of his dick. But that would be saved for another time. 
Shunsui pumped his fingers faster and deeper into Y/N until he hit her sweet spot to pull back her attention. He consumed Y/N's wetness, slurping her juices and generating slurping sounds like her pussy was a popsicle on the verge of melting. His free hand was used to repeatedly smack her ass and rub to alleviate the sting. Shunsui knew she enjoyed his actions. How she clenched around his fingers couldn't say otherwise.
And it wasn't long before her orgasm washed over his face. 
Y/N saw stars while riding out her release. Despite her moans being hitched, they still managed to push through. She panted above him and, as always, thanked Shunsui for delivering great pleasures. 
Typically, Shunsui would continue pleasing Y/N past her orgasm because he enjoyed her sensitivity, but he was just dying to fuck her. He ran his tongue along her folds a bit longer before removing Y/N from his face. He sat her on the blanket to begin freeing himself from his yukata. She watched him with lidded eyes, chest heaving slowly, licking her lips with anticipation to see his girthy cock. 
"You like what you see, darling?"
Y/N giggled. "Oh, shut up and fuck me already."
"Hmm, quite a demand from someone so worried about having sex in the garden." 
She pulled him by the band of his yukata to have him inches away from her mouth. "I said—shut up—and come fuck me." And found his lips once more. 
Their kiss was so passionately sloppy. Moaning and groaning from the lingering taste of Y/N on his tongue. He hurriedly lowered his yukata enough to expose his aching cock. Although Shunsui had all day with her, it seemed like he was still in a rush to fuck her fat wet pussy. He only left a few more smooches before descending into Y/N's neck to nip harshly at her flesh. 
While he stroked his dick to spread his precum and prepare to be inside her, he freed her breasts from the dress because they looked like they needed air. How Y/N's full saggy tits jumped out her top was beyond obnoxious. Fuck, he couldn't resist sucking them into his mouth just to savor for a bit. 
After showing equal love to Y/N's tits, he again slipped her panties to the side and leaned forward until Y/N was lying on her back. He grabbed her legs to hook one thigh under his forearm and pin the other. Shunsui ran his tongue across her bottom lip while his tip rested on her sex to tease, and just when she parted her lips to complain—he pushed in. 
But of course, her pussy was stubborn, involuntary resisting, and only allowing the head. 
He gathered saliva in his mouth to drip on his dick. Her wetness was enough lubricant, but Shunsui knew doing this would create that obscene queefing sound he loved hearing. He took his time working open her pussy, pumping tenderly until he was deep. 
Y/N rolled her eyes and let out soft whimpers, indicating her approval of his actions. How was his tip alone able to bring her this much pleasure already? But no. She needed to take all eight inches of Shunsui to make him proud. 
"My love, I—I can take it. Give me more," Y/N breathed.
He held his hips still to watch her, seeing how the sun was attracted to the tiny beads of sweat decorating her forehead. He noticed how tears began pricking the corner of those pretty chestnut-colored eyes. Y/N's hand was already resting on Shunsui's lower abdomen in preparation to hold him to alleviate the pressure. It didn't matter how often they had sex—Shunsui is a very passionate partner, and Y/N needed time to adjust.
But if she said she was ready… then she was ready. 
He bottomed out.
She let out a pitched yelp.
He pulled out and did it again. 
And again. 
And again. 
He fucked Y/N to make her cum all over his cock and milk her to breed her pussy. With every thrust, his balls smacked her sex. He was fucking Y/N at full force to have her breasts bounce uncontrollably. They sat so nicely outside the pretty little yellow dress she was wearing. This is what Shunsui was visualizing when he saw her in this dress. 
"Y/N, squeeze your breasts together with your arms," Shunsui ordered, to which she happily complied. "Yes, just like that. Fuck, you're so sexy. So good to me, sweetheart."
"Shun, oh God! Don't stop fucking me like this, baby."
He won't. He won't stop fucking his sweet wife like a wild animal hunting prey. If anything, he'll fuck her harder until she gushes and creams his cock, and he paints her walls. Until she's crying his name from the pit of her stomach. Shunsui kissed Y/N's cervix just enough to deliver another orgasm and not bring discomfort. 
Y/N's cheeks only grew warmer the more her pleasure was built. Shunsui was a lot to handle, but she molded around him perfectly with his patience to stretch her walls. Her pussy sucked him in and out. Based on how his eyes were glued between them, he was delighted by this sight. But Y/N wanted him to look at her.
"L-Look at me, Shunsui."
His dick twitched from her order that sounded too sweet. He gave her soft smooches to express his apologies. "I'm sorry, angel. You want me to watch you when you cum, hm?"
"Yes, please."
Gosh, why did she sound like that? 
Shunsui freed her thighs to take comfort in holding her thick waist. He pounded into her to hear her pussy smile. He quickly glanced to see a heap of cream on his cock. When he returned his eyes to Y/N, he saw her squeezing her nipple while attempting to suck the other in her mouth. The visual of this was so pornographic. His dick couldn't stop jumping unruly. 
He was going to bust soon. 
And she wasn't too far behind. 
"You're going to let me breed you. Isn't that right, my love? That's what you promised me, yeah?" But, despite his words coming out as a question, he wasn't asking. 
More so, telling her. 
"Yes. I'll do anything for you, Shun."
"You're always so fucking good to me."
His hands remained on her waist to fuck her, also pulling down Y/N to meet with his thrusts. He pressed his weight onto her to sensually kiss Y/N, overpowering her pretty two-toned lips with his tongue. Shunsui glided across her jawline and neck to suck fervently on her flesh to pull back those sweet yelps. Her walls wrapped around him acted as a turtleneck sweater providing warmth to his cock. It would only take a few more strokes until Y/N was a cumming mess. 
Shunsui removed one of his hands from Y/N to move his fingers to her pearl to rub out her orgasm. His pace was erratic, and he was eager to feel her wash over him again. Y/N's moans reverberated around the garden, yet they were still sweet and soft. His grunts joined her sounds of pleasure to harmonize. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, and she couldn't look more beautiful—happier. Words couldn't describe how much Shunsui loves her. She was perfect. 
"Ah—Ngh, oh my gosh, Shun. Baby, I'm cumming. You're making me cum," Y/N whimpered, sniffling her tears of joy. 
"I just love hearing those words from your pretty mouth. You're so gorgeous, my angel. I love you so much. Always milking my cock with this warm, tight pussy. Fuck, you feel amazing." The praises Shunsui was saying to Y/N only helped build her climax further. She was squeezing him, and her pussy produced stirring wet noises. He applied more pressure to her clit and flicked it more quicker. "Mmm, cum for me, Y/N."
His balls were growing heavy. Shunsui put all his strength into his thrusts until they became sloppy, indicating his near orgasm. He repeatedly touched Y/N's cushion, which had her whimpering and toes curling.
He ghosted his mouth over her ears. "Let go for me, sweetheart. I want you to release everything on me. I feel you. Don't hold back, okay? I'm yours."
"..."
"I'm yours," he repeated in a hushed tone.
"Oh–f-fuck…."
And that was it. A beautiful wave washed between them as Y/N squirted and milked his cock, and Shunsui drowned her pussy with his bitters. His sloppy thrusts didn't halt until he ensured every last drop of cum emptied in her depths. He moaned her name, saying she was his good girl, calling her beautiful, and saying he would make her a mommy. 
Once the couple came down from their high, Shunsui pulled Y/N onto his lap with his dick inside her. He showered her face with gentle kisses before finding her soft lips. Having Y/N in his arms was the best feeling he could ask for. 
Upon parting from the heartfelt kiss, they held eye contact to share a look of lust. Two lovers, drunk off love and sake after fucking passionately in the middle of the garden. However, Y/N almost forgot she was in public until hearing the voices of his subordinates. How she yelped and curled into Shunsui, smothering her face on his bare chest, made his heart flutter.
She softly bit his flesh to show her playful frustration of agreeing to be fucked in a public setting. "Remind me to never do this again."
"Haha. I can remind you, but we both know you don't believe in the word never. Now, come on. Let's go home and clean up."
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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 8 months
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How would Thranduil act if he was jealous of his S/O getting flirted with?
First of all, I'm sorry I took so long to reply this (I know, I know. Shame), but I hope you like it.
Pairing: Thranduil x Fem. Reader (Second person POV)
Themes: Smut (Lemon) | Soft
Warnings: Jealous! Thranduil | Kissing | Marking/Hickies | Dirty talk | Explicit language | Penetrative sex | Rough sex | Cream pie
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🌿It all happens during a feast, of course, when the two of you make your rounds and talk to various guests. Your lady-in-waiting introduces you to a visitor to Mirkwood and he keeps you engaged the entire time.
🌿Thranduil sees it. He sees the elf talking too much and taking too much of your time.
🌿The king glides up to you and the visitor without making a sound.
🌿Hearing the other ellon pour honeyed words into your ear vexes him. Seeing him place his hand on your arm vexes him even more. Hearing you laugh and watching that hand tighten around your arm pushes Thranduil over the edge.
🌿"My love," Thranduil would say, his voice as warm and sweet as a summer day. "Pray who is your companion?"
🌿You make all of the necessary introductions, a flush creeping up your cheeks when you catch the clenched jaw and narrowed eyes. Thranduil was far from pleased with your new acquaintance. It was plain as day to anyone.
🌿Thranduil smiles, but that smile does not reach his eyes. "I have heard of your realm," he tells your new friend. "Tell me, are all your people so... overly familiar with the consorts of others?"
🌿Realization dawns, and the other ellon gulps, his eyes going wide. He wastes no time, mumbling apology after apology. Thranduil hears none of it. He takes you by the arm and leads you gently around other guests enjoying the feast. You keep stealing glances, your stomach tying itself into knots whenever your gaze rests on that clenched jaw. There was going to be more once he had you safely ensconced in your shared chambers; you were certain of it. The prospect excites you greatly.
🌿Thranduil wastes no time. As soon as he kicks the doors to the bedroom shut, he whirls you around and pulls you in for a kiss. It was no ordinary kiss. This kiss was violent and bruising and left you gasping for air. Oh, he knows you were an innocent party, but the sight of that elf acting all so familiar with you made his blood boil. He pulls you to bed, whispering sweet obscenities the entire time. The sensation of his hot breath against your ear is enough to make your skin tingle in all manner of ways.
🌿"That fool thought to touch you? Well, let me show you what a true ellon's touch feels like."
🌿"By the time I am finished with you, you will not even remember that fucker's name."
🌿You are reduced to a whimpering mess when he rips your dress to shreds.
🌿"But Th-thranduil," you protest, drinking in his body while he disrobed himself. "The feast..."
🌿The King merely laughs and dips his head. "The truth now. Would you prefer to be at the feast, or here, beneath me?"
🌿How could you lie? The thought of the Elvenking bedding you was enough to make heat bloom in your core. You give your answer. It pleases Thranduil to no end.
🌿What follows is a round of frenzied lovemaking. Thranduil doesn't hesitate to leave his mark all over you, especially your throat. He wants the others to see you belong to him and no one else.
🌿And he wants the others to hear it, too.
🌿"Scream for me, meleth. You know how much I love the sounds you make."
🌿 You were sure your moans and his carried well outside the bed chamber, but you couldn't bring yourself to even care. The intense jolts licking up your spine make it nearly impossible for you to do so. Thranduil keeps up with his torturous pace, pinning your hands over your head when you keep rearing to kiss him.
🌿"Not tonight," he would hiss even his hips bruise the insides of your thighs. Listening to you whimper and mewl unraveled him, made him go harder and faster.
🌿"Scream my name when you come," he commands when your walls grow tighter and tighter around his cock. "I want to hear you scream my name."
🌿 It doesn't take long for the world to stop spinning. Your body shakes and trembles when your orgasm rips through you. You cannot think. You can barely breathe. So lost are you in your state of bliss that you barely hear him moan long and deep before spilling his seed.
🌿 "Do you think he heard?" Thranduil whispers while trying to catch his breath.
🌿 A smile slowly works its way across your face. "I think it's safe to say they all heard, my king."
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hi this is my first time requesting! can you do e42 miles and his girlfriend on her quinceañera please and ty <3
— PRINCESA
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pairing: earth 42!miles x fem!afro-hispanic!reader genre: fluff summary: it's your quince, your big day, and your boyfriend is right there with you, dancing with you (and shi, he can dance) reveling in your beauty ‹3 a/n: this is your first time requesting? this is my first request, so, im honored!! this was acc like, really fun to write 😭 the fact this isnt even long but i still took so long is SILLYY, im rlly rlly sorry for that.. + if these translations r wrong PLEAAASEEE CORRECT ME bc ion wanna mess up on this at all
a/n 2: anything underlined with probably have a link to give you a ref to wtv the context is, (e.g, your makeup), the nails, dress, n bouqet are in the three pics above!! also, the large spaces between paragraphs is js basically a lil skip to the next part (like the entrance to the last doll !) please do listen to the song shown in the fic when the waltz happens to feel how the reader did, n i tried my best to describe what was happening but this quince vals kinda shows it best, js imagine more men around em n the start of this for the surprise dance, i think its called wepa? (MILES HAS A COWBOY HAT ON AGGGHHGHH) 😭 enjoy!
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It was your day. the day you turned 15, the day you transitioned from girlhood to womanhood, and God, you were estatic. It was all planned perfectly.
You were outside the hall, and it was time for your entrance. Your mother and Rio were adding the finishing touches to your hair, while your lover carefully put on your necklace for you, as you didn’t want to mess up your nails. He paid for them, after all.
“Mi amor, you look like proper royalty right now, y’know that?” he says to you, making your heart feel warm as he speaks. You smile at him, “Thank you, Miles. Ma, are you sure everything is gonna go okay?” you look at your mother with slight concern, fidgeting with your fingers. “¡Cálma, cielo! Te ves goregous, y me he asegurado de que todo salga perfecto, ¿de acuerdo?” (take it easy, angel! You look gorgeous, and i’ve made sure everything goes perfectly fine, alright?). You nodded your head, as Rio motioned you to take two deep breaths, Miles chuckling in amusement.
Your father stepped in and announced, “Es hora princesa, ¿estás lista?” (it’s time princess, are you ready?). You smiled, your nervousness fading and your excitement overtaking as you quickly fixed your dress. “Mhm!” And with that, you walked into the court as Lo que paso, paso by Daddy Yankee played, your left hand in your mothers and your right in your fathers, as four of your cousins, as your chambelanes, (including Miles, the chambelan de honor), danced behind you as the three of you danced into the court, the MC announcing your arrival.
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You sat down on your “throne” as your little sister came up to you, twirling before stopping to face you and handed you your last doll, a smile on her face. “Gracias, hermanita” (Thank you, baby sister) you whispered to her as you kissed her forehead and she hugged you, giggling before walking off back to your mother.
After your crowning, changing of shoes and your father daughter dance, it was time to do your waltz. The setting faded as a light shon on you and Miles, a smirk on his face, Golden Hour by JVKE playing in as your chambelanes moved around you two.
She’s got glitter for skin, my radiant beam in the night..
Your boyfriend had your hand in his, close to eachother, a loving smile imprinted on the both of your faces. “Ya sabes, cariño, puedes bailar bastante bien.” (You know, baby, you can dance pretty well.)” He chuckled and slightly put his head down and shook his head, “Por supuesto que puedo, ma, lo aprendí de y para mejor.” (Course I can, ma, I learnt from and for the best.)
As the incoming line came in, Miles spun you three times, then your primos (cousins) and your boyfriend circled around you before lifting you up and spinning you, your dress flowing.
It’s your golden hour..
A grin from ear to ear, you watched everybody around you looking up at you astonishment as you spun, hearing cheers from your aunties and your mother (Rio included). They put you down, as the song continued, your chambelanes on one knee around you, you in the middle taking a curtsy, before continuing your dance.
The song faded, it had ended, but it was time for your surprise dance. The loud blasts of el mariachi and fizzing of the indoor pyrotechnics could be heard from every angle of the room; the boys on stage as you stood back till it your signal to come in.
Your primos and Miles’ stomps echoed through the court—holding onto their hats as their body’s moved, to the flow of the music. Miles was actually better than you expected at this, and he looked quite fine with that hat on too, you thought. You heard whistles coming from your tios, and a small shout of encouragement from Rio to her son, which make you chuckle. She patted your back and motioned you to step in.
You walked into the middle as the boys stepped back, sprinkling roses onto you as you spread out your arms. As you stepped in and stepped out, Miles on one knee as you circled around him, your cousins stomping once again to the beat of the sound. He stood up as you held your dress to dance along with them, them picking you up one last time, earning trills and cheers from the people sitting down.
The very last song came in, and it was just you and Miles, dancing cumbia together, your cousins stepped back hyping you two up. You kicked forward as he kicked back, you two dancing in pure sync, the whole court cheering your names while you two tried to hide your laughs. It was one of the best nights of your life, a smile on everybody’s face the entire time.
At the end of your quince, you and Miles were talking in a corner. You looked up at him, pupils dilated “Te ves muy guapo con ese sombrero puesto.” (You look pretty handsome with that hat on.)
He laughed to himself, shaking his head. “Oh, word? Aight, i’ll keep it on then.” You pressed your forehead with his, “Gracias por hacer que esta noche sea tan divertida para mí, cariño.” (Thank you for making this night so fun for me, baby). He kissed your forehead, “No hay nada que agradecerme, mi reina, fue muy divertido ser promocionado por tus primos.” (There is nothing to thank me, my queen, it was a lotta fun to be cheered on by your cousins.)
He planted a kiss to your lips, “I love you, mami.”
“You know I love you too.”
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pitchsidestories · 6 months
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invisible string II Lucy Bronze x Reader
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a/n: based off this request.
"Time, curious time Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs Were there clues I didn't see? And isn't it just so pretty to think All along there was some Invisible string Tying you to me?"
~ Taylor Swift, invisible string
barcelona women masterlist I word count: 3264
North Carolina, 2009
To be honest the first time Lucy Bronze stepped into your life was not ideal. For countless reasons. One of them was how you two met back in 2009 in North Carolina. Both of you were foreign students playing for the University’s soccer team. So naturally the changing room was the place of your first meeting.
As the captain of the team, you asked every teammate to introduce themselves at the start of the fresh semester: “And you’re?”  “Lucy. Lucy Bronze.”, the dark-haired woman replied while eating. In slight disgust you wrinkled your nose. To yourself you thought who talks when there’s still food in their mouth you asked yourself, but you chose to say out loud:” Pleasure.” “Want a piece?”, the English defender asked with a smile which usually won everyone over even the toughest opponents. Slowly you shook your head:“ No, thanks, training is about to start.”
The truth was you lost your appetite since your girlfriend broke up with you over your phone a few days ago. To be fair Spain and North Carolina was far apart from each other, but you had hoped your love was strong enough to handle this. It turned out you were very wrong about that. Meanwhile Lucy shrugged her shoulders nonchalant:” Fine then.”
In the evening you tried to cook for yourself while equally trying not to cry into your dinner. Someone was standing right behind you, so you turned around to see who it was: “Oh hello Lucia.” “Pretty sure I introduced myself as Lucy. Not Lucia.”, the English woman frowned. Confused you gave her a closer look: “Yes but why don’t you use your Portuguese name then it’s on the squad list?” “Mierda!”,you cursed as you realized you burnt your food while talking to the defender. Worried Lucy asked: “Because I’m English. Do you need help?” “No, maybe I do need a little bit of help. Sorry, I’m not in a good mood lately. My girlfriend back at home in Spain said she could not do this long distance thing but it’s only a year. Nevermind. God, I’m a mess.”, you opened up, not knowing exactly why you did it in front of someone who was still almost a stranger. Maybe that made it easier to talk about it.
The brunette smiled empathetically:” So heartbroken, huh?” “Yes.”, you nodded. With a grin the taller woman demanded in a bossy tone:” I know what helps with that. Move over. I’ll make you some food.”“That’s thank you.”, she took you by surprise with that small act of kindness. “Don’t worry about it.”
Curiously you asked:“ Do you like North Carolina so far?” “Yeah, it’s pretty cool.”, she responded to with a grin while staying equally focused on the cooking part. You couldn’t help but to gush about your surroundings:” I agree. It’s crazy that women’s football here is more popular than men’s football, right? Feels like there’s still so much to do back home in Europe.” “Yes, you’re probably right about that.”, Lucy agreed while she secretly found your passion for change inspiring as she too felt like it was about damn time.
Suddenly you changed the topic, wanting to know more about the English woman in front of you: “Can I ask you something? What made you choose defending?” “I just love stopping people from scoring. Always did. When I played with boys, they always underestimated me. They thought I wouldn’t tackle them.”, the brunette replied, visibly amused by that memory of her childhood. “But you proved them wrong.”, you concluded. The defender laughed while she was reminiscing on her past: “I did. I made a few of them cry.”  “Oh, really?”, you giggled. The English woman could still see your red eyes from the crying a few minutes ago:”Yeah, but they did cry a lot uglier than you.” “I thought pretty crying doesn’t exist.” “Apparently it does. Here, eat that.”, Lucy demanded.
As you took the first bite you closed your eyes because it tasted simply delicious:” Oh my god, this is really good. Where did you learn to cook like that?” “My mum taught me.”, the dark-haired woman answered proudly. Still with your eyes shut you remarked: “She taught you well.” “Took a long time until I perfected cooking like her.”, the defender confessed with a smile.
Now you opened your eyes again and gave her an sincere look:“Thanks though for the cooking and the talking Lucy. I really needed this tonight.”  “No, worries. I had to cook anyway.”, your teammate shrugged it off.  
Lucy did enjoy cooking for you although she did not think any further on that because you were clearly in an heartbroken state and she was just happy to focus on football for now and the possible friendship that would evolve from here.
Lyon 2017/18
When you joined Olympique Lyon a year ago, you immediately felt like home in this team. Today, the new signings were supposed to be introduced to the squad and you were determined to make them feel the same way.
You ran into Wendie Renard on your way to the pitch who looked down at you with a smirk; “The newest signing says she knows you, so I thought maybe you could show her around.“ “What? Who is it?“, you asked confused. But the tall defender did not even need to answer. Over her shoulder you could see a familiar face walking towards you. “Lucy? How long has it been? Seven years since North Carolina?“ Without thinking you threw yourself into the arms of your former best friend. Lucy hugged you tight and smiled; “Surprise.“ Slowly, you let go and shook your head in disbelief; “Oh wow. You’re here. I can’t believe it. But can you even speak french?“ Lucy grimaced as if you had personally offended her with that question; “Of course I speak french. I’m well prepared.“ “Really?“. You raised an eyebrow at her which Lucy only answered with a tired smile; “Don’t underestimate me.“ “We’ll see how well you do in training. They refuse to speak english.“, you kept teasing, your arms folded across your chest. But Lucy remained confident; “Not a problem for me.“ “If you say so. Come on, I’ll give you the tour.“, you decided and took a few steps away from Lucy.
The English defender immediately kept up with you; “Alright, I’ll follow you.“ As you walked side by side across the training grounds, you could not stop yourself from looking at Lucys face. It’s been a long time since you have last seen her and those seven years have done something to her. Or has she always looked that good and you just never noticed it? But that smile was definitely still the same.
As you two stepped into the empty gym, you opened your arms in a welcoming gesture; “Welcome to the best club in Europe.“ “It will be even better now.“, Lucy replied self-assured, letting her gaze wander around the room. You acknowledged her answer with an eye roll; “You did not change at all.“
“But you did?”, the defender mocked you. “Yes.” She took a long look at you before saying: “I don’t believe that.” “I’m not the sad, heartbroken young adult anymore.”, you told her. Amused your new old teammate began: “But apart from that.” In her eyes you’ve always been beautiful, and this has not changed over the years you’ve spent apart. Her gaze became a bit too intense for your liking, so you tried to get back into swing with your tour:” So these are the changing rooms.” “They’re quite nice.”, the brunette admitted while taking the view in. Smiling you promised her: ”Wait until you see the other rooms, they are way more exciting.” “Oh yeah?”, Lucy smirked and led you back to the changing room. Dazzled you looked at her:” Yes but Luce that’s not the way!” “Oh yes, it’s. Close your eyes.”, the English woman commanded. Still confused you ask her: ”Why?” “Just do it.”, the defender replied, her voice slightly impatient. A sigh escaped your lips while you closed your eyes in anticipation of what you did not know exactly:“ Okay Fine.” “Good, don’t’ move.”, the brunette said, sounding quite satisfied now. Her tone made you laugh and question what she was doing behind your closed eyes: “I promise I won’t.” “Okay, open them again.”
“What did you do?”, you stared at her slowly realizing what she has been up to. Your teammate couldn’t help but grin cheekily: “I stole your locker.”  “Rude, I’ll change that back.”, you scoffed.  Laughing Lucy hold you from doing what you announced: “Stop, it’s mine now.” “No, I’ve been here longer than you.”, you started pouting. She threw an innocent look at you: “I thought the newest singing gets to pick.” “You’ll regret that, Bronzy.”, you jokingly warned her before continuing showing her around.
It was matchday and Ada Hegerberg who became one of your closest friends in the team whistled at the sight of you sitting on Lucy’s lap:” Oh look we’ve two new lovebirds.” “What? No, I’m just sitting on my usual place.”, you corrected her and yet your cheeks still turned red at the Norwegian’s comment.
With a smug smile, Lucy tilted her head up at you; “Actually, your place is over there. This is mine now.“ “No, it’s always been hers.“, Ada sided with you. You held up your head in Adas direction; “See!“ But Lucy shook her head vehemently; “Nope. I picked it when I came here.“ You gasped about the fact that she would consider stealing your locker as picking one. “I won’t move.“, you declared stubbornly. The English defender shrugged; “Then we will sit here for a long time.“ Wendie was already impatiently bouncing on her feet, waiting for the game to start; “Come on, you silly girls.“ Seeing your captain ready and focused made you finally give in. Slowly you stood up from Lucys lap; “Coming.“ “Yeah, let’s kick some asses.“, she laughed as she followed you outside.
This game was important and everyone on the field knew it. You played in the midfield, Lucy behind you to your right. Immediately, it felt like back in the US. You knew exactly where Lucy was moving without seeing her and she could read your body language so well that every pass to you was timed perfectly. It still was a hard-fought game, but Ada managed to put the ball behind the keeper, scoring the only goal of the night and winning you the game.
As you walked around the pitch, high-fiving your team mates after the final whistle, Ada stopped you. Her gaze wandered from you to Lucy who stood close by, joking with Wendie; “Your connection is remarkable… It feels like you’re connected by some invisible string. Are you two…?“ Before she could even finish her question, you burst into laughter; „Lucy and me? Oh no.“ “Oh, you’re not?“ “No. We just know each other for a long time.“, you explained, feeling your cheeks flush. Gratefully, you noticed Wendie walking towards you and nudging Ada; „Leave the children alone, Ada.“ Rolling your eyes, you reminded her; “We’re not children anymore.“ “We’re even older than Ada.“, Lucy chimed in. “Exactly.“ Your captain shook her head with a long sigh; “Still children if you two don’t see what’s in front of you.“ “I See a successful season in front of us.“, Lucy replied, gracefully ignoring what Wendie had hinted at. “Oh yes. It will be golden.“, you smiled. The English defender grinned back at you; “With many trophies.“
It turned out that she was right with her prophecy after all. You did win the league but even more importantly you did become the winner of the women’s champions league. What a glorious night in Kiev. Olympique Lyon won 4:1 against Vfl Wolfsburg.  
As the referee ended the game you beamingly jumped into Lucy’s arms: “We’re the champions of Europe, Lucy!” “I told you.”, the brunette shouted back equally happy. On your team’s side it was pure happiness, on the other side the german team was devastated. Ecstatically you whispered into your friend’s ear: “We won.” “Yeah, we’re the best.”, the defender nodded proudly.
In that special moment under the night sky, you suddenly felt brave enough to do something which you normally would not have done, because you’d have feared the possible consequences afterwards: “Close your eyes. How does that win feel?” “Amazing. For a lack of better words.”, she told you, still with a huge grin on her face which encompassed all the feelings for which the English woman did not find the words yet. Before you could overthink anymore of it you kissed her while Lucys eyes were still shut down. Surprised the brunette replied to the kiss, first cautiously than more passionately. But Ada interrupted the two of you as she called your name. Your cheeks still red from what just happened you told the blonde: “I’m on my way, Ada!” “Wait..what?”, the defender found her voice again and looked dazzled at you. Shyness overcame you: “I’m sorry, I don’t know how-“ “Oh. It’s fine. Happens to the best of us, right.”, Lucy tried to shrug it off. Nervously you agreed: “Right.” Meanwhile Ada took your hand to lead you to your celebrating teammates.
Wendie who watched you two from afar asked the confused English woman: “Lucy, what was that?” “Why are you asking me? She did that.”, Lucy countered. The French woman glanced at her curiously: “And how did it made you feel?” “It just happened in the excitement. It’s fine.”, Lucy answered. Although her heart felt heavy saying these words. A small smile appeared on Wendie’s lips as she observed: “You look disappointed though.” “I’m not.”, her teammate grumbled. Trying it with a more cheerful tone she added: “Let’s go celebrate with the other ones.”
After a few glasses of champagne, you noticed that Lucy was sitting alone: “Lucy? Why did you stop celebrating?” “Huh? Oh. Just wanted a break.”, the brunette explained. Hurt you commented:” You’re trying to avoid me, right.” “No, I don’t.”, she said stubbornly. “Lucy.”  “It’s fine. Really.”, the defender told you. The silence between you two became unbearable so you offered her:“I can leave if you prefer that.”
“No.“, Lucy answered curtly. Confused, you repeated; “No?“ “No, stay.“, she clarified, still not looking at you. You sat down next to her with a sigh; “If you want that.“ “I do.“ As the silence threatened to get too big once again, you gathered your courage and steered the conversation to the obvious topic; “The kiss…“ But Lucy interrupted you before you could finish; “I know. It was an accident. Don’t worry about it.“ She was finally looking at you. Your breath hitched involuntarily. As you spoke, you could feel your jaw tense: “No, it was not an accident. I was just a coward.“ “What do you mean?“, Lucy frowned, equally surprised about the confidence in your voice. “I wanted to kiss you since the start of the season but it always felt like the wrong time… at least that’s what I told myself.“, you admitted.
You had no idea how Lucy would react, but did not expect her features softening as she asked; “Wait. You did?“ “Yeah.“, you confirmed, looking down at the ground. Upon Lucys quiet laugh, you immediately had to look up again. “Shit. You should have done that much earlier then.“ Lightly, you tilted your head; “But what if you didn’t feel the same way and I’d have ruined everything?“ “But I do. So you missed your chance to do it earlier.“, Lucy grinned. “So…?“, you struggled to put your thoughts into words. Amused, Lucy repeated; “So?“ “Was it too late to tell you that?“, you asked carefully. Gently, Lucy slipped her hand into yours; “No, it was the absolute perfect time.“ “Would you give us a try then?“ The defender nodded; “I’d want nothing more.“
There were so many emotions that you could not process at this moment. But there was one thing, you knew you wanted to do; “Can I kiss you again? This time with open eyes?“ “You can kiss me all you want.“, Lucy laughed, tilting her head towards you and waited. You leaned forward, pressing your lips on hers. Her hand rested on your thigh as she deepened the kiss. When you broke apart, she grinned; “I could get used to that.“ “Me too.“, you agreed before Lucy pulled you back into another, longer kiss.
Barcelona 2023
“Hello Aitana and Lucy.”, Sarina Wiegmant greeted the two Barcelona players with a big smile. Only a couple of minutes earlier she has been in a deep talk with their club head coach. Surprised the defender looked at the Dutch woman: ”Coach?” “Oh I was watching you and Keira tonight.”, for a moment the England coach stopped in astonishment than she added, Wait, who’s that?” “Lucy’s wife.”, Aitana answered grinning. Amused Lucy took your hand in hers:” Thanks, Aitana. Yes, that’s my wife.” “I did not knew you had one!”, Sarina gazed startled at the two of you. The defender laughed: “Surprise. I do.” “Why was not she at the World Cup?”, the blonde asked noisily. Her player replied winking: “She’s Spanish.” “That was one reason, the other one is still carried around by Mapi.”, you added grinning. Playfully your wife gasped out loud:” Oh no, don’t tell her!” “No, tell me.”, the Dutch woman demanded. With a sigh Lucy turned to one of your closest friends since childhood:” Wait. Mapi!” “Oh do you want your little girl back?”, the Spanish defender asked smiling innocently, while holding your baby in her arms.
As Mapi mentioned the news, Sarina’s mouth went wide open:“Little girl?” “Yes, she needs to get to know Sarina.”, your wife nodded. Eyerolling the Spanish defender gave the brunette her daughter back:“Fine but she won’t play for England when her time comes the Spanish federation might have changed for the better.” “You don’t actually believe that, do you? She’ll play for England.”, the English woman decided. “Okay but let her at least play for Barcelona.” “We’ll see about that.”, your wife answered.
Meanwhile Sarina cooed over your little girl:” Hello little one, nice to meet you. Don’t listen to those adults talking about your future.” “We’re just making sure, she’ll have a good career.”, Lucy defended her position.  Softly her coach looked from your daughter to her: “I know but let her be a child first.” “Don’t worry, we’re just joking. No one’s pushing her into something she doesn’t want to.”, the brunette reassured the Dutch woman. “True, we’re making sure of that.”, you continued. “Very well. So where did you two met?”, Sarina changed the topic. A dreamy look appeared on the defenders face:“A long time ago. We were both playing in the US for North Carolina.” “Really? I played there too. A long time ago.”, the blonde replied amused by that coincidence. “There’s no way, Sarina.”, Lucy chuckled.  “But it was a long time before you. I think we might have had the same coach though.” A sound of disbelief came from your lips:” Did you had Dorrance too.” “I did.”, Sarina told you.  Almost admiring the defender concluded:“So did Lotte and Alessia, that man taught football generations after generations.” “Who would have thought that.”, you said. “Not me but it’s kinda cool.”, Lucy admitted.
You looked at her and Sarina as you remarked: “It’s like we’re all connected through invisible strings. Somehow we all ended up together at some point in time and place.”
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I AM HERE TO REQUESTTTT, ur writing is literally so good imma gobble it all up!! may i please request, 💥 harry potter w harry, draco and (young) sirius x reader where their lover stood them up on their date on valentines?? the boys know that their lover is literally the worst and despises them but once reader comes crying to them they comfort them?? (!! they have a crush on reader as well)
TY AND I LOVE U <33 take care of yourself! sorry if this was too much!
omg girl of course
A/N: @areislol i know you are asleep but here is something nice for you to wake up too :))
HP Preference: How they Comfort You After you are Stood Up on Valentines Day
Harry Potter
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Harry heard from Hermione first
As soon as she told him, he felt his heart drop
Nobody deserved to have that happen to them. And to him, the idea of it happening to you was even more maddening
His first instinct was to find you
When he did, you were sitting alone under a tree by the Great Lake, your eyes set out and focused on the glittering water in front of you
He sat down beside you, and for the first few moments, neither of you said a word
"I'm sorry," he said, "you didn't deserve that"
He wrapped an arm around you and you leaned your head on his shoulder
He could have stayed like that for hours
Harry made sure to mess with the guy who did it, using his invisibility cloak to make sure all of his belongings mysteriously went missing
Next Valentines day, Harry makes sure you have a Valentines Day you deserve
Draco Malfoy
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Draco found you sitting alone at a table in the Great Hall, a book open in front of you
He laughed as he sat down across from you
"I thought you were on your little Valentines date with that Hufflepuff boy"
He was furious when he found out
His immediate thought was to confront the guy who did it to you
It didn't take him long to find him and about half the school heard Draco cuss him out
You only heard through Cho Chang what he had said
When you confronted him about it, he said it was nothing. He told you that he had never liked the guy anyway and it gave him a reason to confront him
It was his eyes that gave his true intentions away
When you kissed him, he didn't quite know what to do with his hands, they were left floating randomly and awkwardly in the air
After a second however, they came to rest on your hips, bringing you closer and deepening the kiss
(Young) Sirius Black
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Sirius found out when you got back to the Gryffindor common room, a look on your face that was holding back tears
He immediately rushed up out of his spot on the lounge suite and grabbed your elbow to stop you from going up the stairs
When you told him what had happened, he pulled you into his arms
He promised to take you out then and there, giving you a Valentines Day that you deserved
When you told him that he was being ridiculous, that you were okay and just wanted to go up to your room, he shook you off
There was no way you were going to be sitting in your room alone
Sirius led you out the common room and took you over to Hogsmeade
As you two passed the guy you were supposed to be with, Sirius made sure he had his arm sitting around your shoulders
Sirius tried his best to make you laugh over butterbeers at the Three Broomsticks
He held your hand as you walked through the snowing village, feeling more and more proud of himself as the smile on your face grew bigger and bigger
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Hi, I saw that you were open for OW requests and was wondering if it was okay to request Hanzo with an introverted s/o? They like to relax at home more instead of going to parties and having a quiet life. Only going out sometimes for dinner or a movie/museum. How would their relationship start and how would he show affection? Thank you in advance! <3
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A/N: RAHHHH TY FOR MY FIRST REQUEST <33 I tried my best and I do really hope you enjoy it anon! I haven't written for Hanzo or Requests so if I messed up don't feel scared to tell me where I messed up at! I put so much love into this omg </3 ALSO, if there isn't a said gender in a request I will try to not give any specified gender :) Ily and enjoy reading :D.
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Pairing: Hanzo Shimada X Introverted S/O
Word Count: 1,195 words
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How You Met / How Your Relationship Started:
Okay, so I feel like Hanzo would 100% of met you at an Aquarium, more specifically in the jellyfish exhibit. Hardly anyone is in there because of the dark but he admires the shapes, sizes, and the jellyfish themselves as they glow.
You saw he was, basically, the only other person there so you decided to join next to him and view The Box Jellyfish they had in a giant tank in the center of the exhibit. The two of you stood next to each other for, at least, 4 minutes. Each of you giving the other brief glances.
Hanzo took a deep breath, sensing how awkward this moment was, and decided to ask you, “So, which Jellyfish is your favorite?”. You smiled, replying with your favorite jellyfish, which the exhibit didn't have. You explained for a moment how you came all this way for a Jellyfish that wasn't even there. Hanzo nodded his head in agreement, replying with "I am so sorry... There must have been another reason you came here?".
You nodded, giving a small laugh before saying how when you were stressed, going to places like this would help calm you down. It was a kind of haven, no one really to bother you and it wasn't so overwhelming your social battery would go down quickly.
Hanzo agreed. "Social spaces also make me... anxious in a sense. I can't always be in them for too long. I am glad you understand what I go through." This interaction was the start of your friendship.
The two of you would spend the rest of the aquarium visit together, commenting briefly on the ocean life and similar experiences you may have. You never realized how much you could connect with someone out of online experiences like the way the two of you connected at this moment!
By the end of the visit, the two of you decided to exchange numbers. The moment you got home you started to message Hanzo. He replied almost immediately. The more the two of you messaged, and sent memes (although he wasn't 100% how to send them or what they were at first), you guys hit it off! The cycle repeated for weeks on end until the messages started implying more hangouts.
You and Hanzo went to many little 'mini-dates' over the year after the aquarium. You visited bookstores, history and art museums, went to hidden lakes to swim, and even went on a week-trip to a cabin in the woods. That trip is where everything started to change between you two, more than it ever has.
During the first half of the week, it was filled with swimming, smores, movie nights, coffee morning, Hanzo teaching you how to shoot a bow while you taught him how to see constellations in the stars. It was like a dream to you and Hanzo.
It was one certain night though, the two of you sat outside next to the fire, the radio playing quiet music as nature also sang her song. Hanzo sitting right next to you on the only wooden bench at the cabin as the fire started to burn out.
"I just would like to tell you," he began, closing his eyes with a deep breath, and leaning back into the seat. "You have been one if not, the only person who understands me to an extent. I don't want us to ever... ever fade apart." You smiled, agreeing with him, noticing how nervous he seemed. You questioned Hanzo about it and he didn't reply, only opening his eyes and looking off into what was left of the fire.
"I have to say this but I would like it if we are able- if you want to officially be my partner... romantically, I mean." He said, clearing his throat through his pauses as he turned to you. Your confused look turned into a smile. You mentioned to him how you felt the same way, the same connection of an introvert finding their duo; their other half in a sense. Hanzo smiled. He smiled more than you could possibly handle.
You moved your hand to his cheek, cupping it as he did the same to you. He laughed under his breath, blowing you a small kiss with a wink. This caused you to move your hand and start laughing; both of you started to laugh harder. It was so sudden and out of character for him, you weren't expecting it! (He wasn't expecting himself to do that either.
"I am- so sorry dear," he said between laughter, calming his composure quickly. You told him it was 'okay, love', that night being the start of your relationship... officially, I mean.
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How Hanzo shows his affection:
I believe he shows his affection for you mainly through small gifts, acts of service, and physical touch.
Regarding small gifts I mean stuff most people wouldn't really notice or care for, but you do. Before the two of you started to stay over at each other's places he would bring you your favorite flower every time you two saw each other after agreeing to start dating. Whether that be just meeting up for coffee, a mini-date, or even just hanging out at each other's homes.
You also started to notice that he would leave little notes behind with you whenever he stayed over at your house. The notes would have little cute poetry written on them, each one writing out a thing he loved about you. It was actually pretty cute, you kept every note he left.
The next affectionate thing he would do is acts of service. If it was to help you with shopping or cleaning your home he would be over to help when we could. He loved spending time with you, and even more if he could help you with something that you have pushed back for a while.
He also never minded buying you stuff you saw from stores online. You couldn't make comments about a jacket looking good without him buying it with quick shipping! Because of this, you started to have to remind him just because you say you might want something, it doesn't mean you want it. But you understood where Hanzo came from, he just wanted to make you happy and If that meant buying you stuff then that is what he has to do!
Finally, physical touch. He may not seem like it, but he is the kind of person to cuddle up on the couch or give you kisses on your shoulders or forehead. Even if you may not be a fan of it, he would respect it and hold back.
But come on, no way you could keep declining that face! When you allowed him to cuddle or hug you, kiss you, or even hold your hand, he cherished every moment of it. He would tighten his hold on you as you lay next to him on the bed, pushing his face into your shoulder and kissing it quietly with a hidden smile on his face. If you held hands he would squeeze your hand so firmly, rubbing his thumb on yours while he leaned more onto your body.
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Answering asks #4
I have been... procrastinating over answering asks in my inbox... just a bit 🥺
I'm really grateful for everyone's patience so I'm finally sitting down to answer all the asks I got! Again tysm ;w;
• Finny art request + Timelapse and brief overview of my art process
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My deepest apologies anon! Not only did you send this ask back in July, but I additionally promised you a reply back in August- and it's October now! 😭 I am so sorry for my lateness and am so grateful for your patience!
In any case, you asked for a Finny drawing so I offer a Finny drawing! As well as a timelapse of my art process and brief overview of how I do things since you were interested!!!
I wasn't sure what style you wanted me to draw him in (I have so many styles RIP) so I picked the most difficult one I (sometimes) use! Aka my painterly style!
As for how I draw like this uhh, it's a lot of messing around trying to find the right colors basically!
Also focusing on quick brush strokes that communicate the shape of whatever surface I'm rendering!
I also love casting most of the upper part of the face in shadows. Does it make sense? No. Does it look good? Yes!!
As for my lineart, again- rly depends on the style I'm going for- but I tend to use a more sketchy style of lineart these days.
Like a superrr clean sketch. I think it looks nicer with my rendering style, bc the lines have that sketchy rough quality so it's easier to hide the imperfections bc I can hide under the "well it's supposed to look rough duhh" excuse LOL. Work smart not hard! I always say that.
I hope I'm making sense with my rambles. I've never been the best at explaining my art process bc I myself don't rly get what I'm doing usually. It just kinda comes as a reflex almost?? I've been drawing for so long I just kinda go with the flow at this point.
Anyhow hope it was worth the wait XD enjoy your Finny!!!
• Kuroshitsuji Musical idea suggestions
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To refresh everyone's memory (bc I'm so late at answering asks), awhile back @shadowalkingschemer asked if I ever planned to make a Kuroshitsuji musical parody type songs/animations like I did for Umineko, to which I said "probs no bc an actual official Kuroshitsuji musical exists, but it sounds like a rly fun idea tho". ANYHOW- this was the followup ask I got from the same person! So let me finally answer!!!
Oki so I looked up this Beethoven's Last Night thing you mentioned and???? OMG??? It goes hard from the first few minutes I listened to. It's a rock opera I assume? And it's such a bop?? And yes this would be perfect for Kuroshitsuji, it matches that classical sophisticated vibe SO WELL with the general edge of the story (bc duh. it's a recreation of Beethoven's compositions but with epic rock music). God this is so good, thank you for the recommendation I will have to listen to the full album soon bc WOW.
• Nice person in my inbox :D
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Thank you so much @eynnwwyjth !! That's such a sweet compliment too ;W; to call my art enchanting AAA ty!!! :>
• Animation advice
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Thank you for checking out my YouTube @aeowolfestheater !! It's my primary social media, and I'm glad you fell down the rabbit hole of my many many uploads I posted over the years XD
To answer your question, I don't rly have the best personal advice when it comes to starting out as an animator rly! I kinda... fell into it? XD I started animating (well trying to animate in MS Paint), before I even turned 10, so I didn't really have that traditional learning curve? It was mostly a lot of trial and error, trying to figure out what works and what doesn't.
(If anyone wants to see how my old animations looked and how they improved over the years, I posted many "Animation Improvement" type videos that showcase my work over the years, so you get the idea of what I'm talking abt!)
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Best advice I can give to any animator right now is probably the boring advice I personally never took (hence why it took so long for me to get where I am now). Learm the fundementals (the principles of animation, the ins and outs of the animation program you're using, general art skills are also a bonus depending of what you wanna animate). I think it's also important when you are first starting out to focus less on making your animations smooth and clean and more on learning how to capture movement itself (that's the point of animation after all!). Learn how things move depending on material, speed, physics etc. and how to communicate that in animation. I think just observing life helps a lot. References are your friend (video references are probs the best). Ofc clean and smooth animation is great as well, but that comes after you learn the basics I think. Stay on model the best you can while animating any shot (ofc unless you are doing squash and stretch or experimental animation). It makes it look less janky. Uhh I can't think of much else right now (bc again I never rly learned animation the normal way haha), so I will link my two animation tutorials here! They are abt Clip Studio Paint EX though, idk how helpful they are if you don't have that program :'0!
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• Tumblr mutual reunion!
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Omg hi @rissynicole and so sorry for the late reply!! As this post has shown so far I am extremely slow at replying to the asks I recieve in my inbox! Anyhow it is me! Katrinci! I got back on Tumblr in 2022 (has it already been over a year??)! Sadly someone else took my old username (an innactive empty blog too... I'm so mad), so I got a new username heyooo. I hope you've been well!! I'm doing better then I have in gosh, years I feel like XD. Mostly bc I'm finally out of school and finally focusing on stuff I wanna be doing (art career stuff and irl stuff!) But yeah I hope you've been well too!!! Feel free to reply or shoot me another ask if you feel like, I'll do my best to reply on time this time! (I'm so so sorry for being so late!!) Anyhow YIPPIE!
• Where to watch my silly Umineko Musical parody
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It's here! I privated it on my main channel bc I thought it was too goofy/self-indulgent even for me (also it wasn't doing well and y'know how YouTube is with channels that underperform T_T), so I moved it to my secondary channel! It has both the song you are referencing and the other song I did! Enjoy :>
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• What Croatian stereotype is Katzone?
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Well every region in Croatia has its own stereotype, I'm from Dalmatia, and we are stereotyped as loud. So I def fit that one! And also I fit the "cura iz umjetničke" (girl from art school) stereotype quite well. I went to an art highschool and I'm gay, autistic, slightly mentally ill and look vaguely alt (literally I don't btw, but ppl see a buzzcut and it blows their minds, like "woah that's so alternative and quirky", not knowing I only have a buzzcut so I can't pull my hair smh (trichotillomania, look it up for more info)). Though I don't smoke weed so mby I am a bit subversive and not like other art girls.
• Kat sexuality confirmed??
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Oki so what @xxparanoidvampirexx is referencing here is when I posted a poll asking my followers to guess my sexuality.
These were the results!
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I have been democratically declared a lesbian by popular vote. This is probably true. Listen I'm like 95% certain I'm a lesbian but you never know. My autism makes it hard for me to figure out any sense of my identity bc I often mirror ppl around me (and most of my friends are lesbians or sapphic women in sapphic relationships), you get me? We can never know. My sexuality is currently a Schrodinger's cat situation I'm afraid.
ANYHOW, to answer LMAO- I mean fair assumption. I do mostly post about women on my blog (Saldy... I got back into Adventure Time recently and my blorbo there... is a *shivers* man. I saw someone on Twitter today as that fictional middle aged men are to lesbians what Taylor Swift is is to gay men. And like. Yeah.)
• Nice person in my inbox #2 + "What's your favorite Ciel outfit?"
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First of thank you so much anon for the kind words!!! I'm rly happy to hear my art makes you gayer (the only correct compliment ever). Jokes aside, but fr this is super sweet :'D thank you!!!
To answer your question, I had to go skim through this video by @/nullbutler to refresh my memory on what outfits Ciel wears throughout the anime/manga/official art.
Here's the video if you wanna watch it!
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Anyhow, my personal fave fits of his are extremely basic. While I do love Ouji fashion, I dislike seeing him in most of the oufits Yana puts him in. Like yes they look lovely, slay extremely hard and fit the visual aesthetic of Black Butler perfectly- but every time I see him in these frilly oufits I'm like "this is not reflective of his personality in any way, he would not wear this on his own, it's pure camp". Don't get me wrong- I love camp, and this anime/manga is as camp as you get. So while I love the more campy frilly oufits he wears aesthetically (and those are way prettier), I perfer when he's in stuff like this:
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Like yes, these outfits are objectively less interesting and pretty- but I see stuff like this and I'm like yeah that's him. If Sebastian dropped dead and couldn't pick out his clothes anymore, this is what he would wear on his own accord methinks.
• STOP MAKING ME FEEL OLD 😭
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Here's my live reaction of reading your ask @porfiriea :
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What do you mean?? You were 6?? I doubt you watched my 2014 MS Paint animation era, I assume you found my channel during 2016-2017 at earliest (my Undertale and Yan Sim animation era). I refuse to believe you were born in the 2010s. Nuh-uh. No. Not happening. Fake news.
Jokes aside, but it's always cool to see ppl be like "oh I watched your stuff b4, I didn't know this Tumblr user was you!" It's a strange feeling!! Makes me feel like I did leave a mark on the animation side of YouTube. Feels nice! :'D but also old. And I'm only 20!! How will I feel when I'm 30 or 40?? Will I just turn to dust on the spot??
• Grelle's gender masterpost update
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I'm so sorry anon, but I completely lost interest in this topic T_T! Plus even if I ended up making a masterpost, it wouldn't be fully accurate (or at least- I wouldn't be able to verify its authenticity completely), as I don't speak Japanese. So I would have to go off of Google translate and translations by English speaking fans who understand Japanese. And I don't wanna talk too much abt Japanese queer culture either. Even though I did a ton of research, I'm not Japanese and I never went to Japan! So I'd rather not risk spreading any potential misinfo. Sorry to let you down ;;!
• Another YouTube viewer spotted me in the wild!
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Omg you spotted me!! In the wild!! That animation was crazyy, bc I made it rly fast and rly didn't expect it to do well. But I remember it did super well during the first day (got 100k views on the first day it was wild), and while I love that old video, I'm like. Rly? That one blew up?? Out of all my other ones?? I mean the idea was creative! But I feel I half assed it a little, I barely animated anything for it outside the headbop tweening and blinking animation XD. Mby I'm being too harsh on 14 year old Kat here. Nahh I'm not, I felt the same when I posted it innitially as well. But hey I still love that vid. Love the style I drew in at the time, I was still using a mouse for everything back then. Love the colors too! Mby I should remake it one of these days. Mby!!!
If anyone wants to watch the animation @gentle-starlight is refering to:
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• Umineko time
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@anawkwardlady This is the universal Umineko fandom experience I'm afraid. Being sad over Beato and wishing she was vibing (after you learn abt... the horrors...) XD
• ???
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I'm so very concerned and do not know what this means or what this is refering to. I'm afraid O_O @hononyan what does this mean...
• What happened to my old Tumblr blog
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It's completely ok to ask anon! In truth, I have this rly bad habit where I delete social media accounts when I'm having a bad mental health moment. It's always an impulsive decision I end up regretting. I deleted my old Tumblr in early 2021 I'm pretty sure, and I'm still so sad about it. I wish I didn't delete it. I had that blog since 2015 and now it's gone like poof. I can't get it back and I'm always emo abt it.
I might make like, an archive or something of my old art one day. I mean I still have most of it saved on my computer, but it would be nice to have all of it in one place publically again (it's always good to have stuff backed up somewhere)! Adding that to my to-do list XD
Oh and the worst part? I can't use my old username on Tumblr (Katrinci). Someone else took it. A BLANK EMPTY BLOG. I'm so mad. I'm soooooo mad give it back to meeee.
• THE END!
And with that I have answered all the asks I had in my inbox! Well, all the questions and stuff, I still have other stuff in my inbox like art requests but I'll get to that some other time if I feel like doing any of those! In any case, tysm for being patient everyone! Ik it took me very long to reply but I hope my responses were worth it! I wish all of you a nice day! My hand hurts from typing owie.
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lavender-at-heart · 1 year
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Hi!! could you please write a ahsoka x fem reader who is a padawan of obi-wan and they share longing stares during meetings and always seek out eachother and one day it all falls apart on one mission, and all of the feelings come out? pls that would be so cool! btw I love your writing <333
•°○♡𝐴𝐿𝑂𝑁𝐸 𝐴𝐺𝐴𝐼𝑁 ♡○°•
Pairing: Ahsoka Tano x fem!reader
Warnings: injury, gunshots, passing out.
Notes: [e/c] = your eye colour.
Tysm for the request and the compliment!! It means a lot and I greatly appreciate it. As usually my requests are open and any feedback is welcome! Ty for reading and enjoy!
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"Your thoughts are so loud I could hear them from across the yard" master Obi-Wans voice breaks my train of thought. I was supposed to be meditating in the courtyard, focusing on how to better myself in anyway possible. But I just can't help it, my mind always thinks of her. Obi-wan thinks that with a little time and effort I can get over my little crush, that it's just a natural response to being a teenager.
But what he doesn't know is that both you and Ahsoka have been feeling like this for God knows how long. Anakin knows it, of course he does. But he doesn't say anything. He wants the two of you to be able to feel what your feeling rather than get shut down and ridiculed. And Ahsoka- Ahsoka just pushes it down and pretends its not there so she doesn't give herself a mental breakdown.
"I'm sorry master." I say with a sigh. I mean it's not like I try to think about her, I just can't help it. "Don't be sorry padawan, just try again." He finds a seat next to you on the grass and starts his own meditation. Obi-wan is too patient, and yet he knows that forcing you to ignore it will just make the emotions stronger, like someone blowing on a campfire.
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The next day your walking into the mess hall trying everything you can to just stay calm and focused and- "HEY [NAME]!" Baris shouts from a table, she's sitting with Ahsoka and waving you over to her. Just sit and eat with her, that's what friends do.
"Hey Baris...Ahsoka" jeez I can't even say her name without turning into a blushing mess. You attempt to make conversation with Baris but every time you steal a quick glance at Ahsoka she's staring right back, it's almost unbearable.
Later in the day you shuffle your way into you and your masters shared room, feeling like your emotions are about to explode. Your exhaustion hangs on you like a thick fog. When you enter the room Obi-wan is pacing and has his "I'm about to tell you something important so you better listen" face.
"Master?" You call out, breaking him from his moment of concentration.
"Oh there you are, sit down please."
You nervously sit down on your bed, dreading what news Obi-Wan was about to give you.
"Listen [name], I just received word from the council that you and I, as well as Anikin and Ahsoka will be sent on a mission -" I tense up and he gives out a knowing sigh before continuing. "to Felucia. I know how you have been struggling lately, but you mustn't let these emotions distract you. This is a important mission and I will do anything I can to make sure this- this- infatuation doesn't get the better of you." Taken aback by his choice of words your suddenly hit with the realization that maybe what you feel for Ahsoka is more than just hormones. Your exited you get to go on a mission with Ahsoka but nervous, what if something goes wrong? You don't want to disappoint your master either and don't want to make a fool of yourself in front of Ahsoka.
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Sitting next to ahsoka during the briefing was like waiting for a bomb to go off. You just had to keep your mouth shut and your eyes on the two jedi masters, Rex and Cody. You could feel Ahsoka looking at you, and it took everything in you not to look back.
On the ship you had gotten bored and decided to go for a walk. You turned of your mind and just let your feet take you somewhere. And of course your feet just happened to take you to Ahsoka.
She was in a small room on the ship, meant to be a sort of living room I suppose. A couple small couches and a music player. There was no one else in the room but her. She was standing in front of the large window that showed the scene of stars all around us. Her face seemed to glow in the reflection of the millions of little lights. I was in awe, not just from her but from the view. On corosaunt it's rare to see stars, (air pollution things amirite?) so to see them this close was a dream come true.
"Aren't they beautiful?" She said and traced some of the stars with her finger on the window pane.
"Yeah...it is" I softly say and turn to look at her. "Yeah" she hums back and looks at me with a little smile. It was such a sweet moment before it was rudley interrupted with the announcement that we were landing shortly. We both went our separate ways to find our masters. "See you soon!" She waved goodbye and I did too.
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Running through the jungle with Ahsoka would have been fun if not for the terrorists trying to kill us. We were supposed to scout around and report back to Anakin and Obi-Wan but did not expect to stumble into a camp full of separatist terrorists with guns. Lots of guns. We jump through the thick muggy leaves and avoid the blaster shots. Ahsoka jumps up onto a rock ledge above us and I stay runing on the dirt ground. We try our best to deflect the shots with our sabers but there's so many shots it's really very hard to. We're almost back at the camp I can see the familiar structures just a ways away. Ahsoka turns her head to check on the enemies, when did she manage to get that far ahead of me? As she turns she doesn't see the ledge coming to a end infront of her. "Ahsoka!" I yell but instead of drawing her attention to the upcoming cliff she turns all her focus to me, slowing down to a lighter jog.
BAM
A blaster shot to the abdomen. She falls and stumbles off the cliff falling to the hard ground.
No no no no no no please, no.
"AHSOKA" I run, I run farther than I could ever dream of, my legs burn and so do my eyes. By now the camp has heard my scream and blaster shots, clones coming to help us and shoot out the terrorists.
I can't focus on that though, can't even register someone calling my name as I drag Ahsoka into a bushy area to get cover from the shots. She's bleeding, a lot and her eyes open and close slowly. She's going to die part of me thinks.
"No" I whisper as tears start falling down my face. "Stay awake Ahsoka please". My grip on her is tight and I tear a peice of cloth to wrap around her waist. "[Name]...what's happening?" She looks weak and dejected, it's not a look that suits her. "Your going to be fine" I say with firmness. "Why are your crying?" She asks and brings her hand to hold my face and wipe the tears away. I haven't even registered Obi-Wan standing above me and crouching down to assess Ahsokas injuries. Anakin is screaming his head off at everyone and everything to get help. "[Name], you have to let her go. She'll be ok but we have to get her to the cruiser" Obi-Wan speaks softly to not upset me but I can barley register what he's saying. I do register him trying to peel my arms off of ahsoka which does upset me. I pull ahsoka tighter to me and cradle her shoulder under my chin."[Name]. Let her go, she will die if you do not let us help." I look down and notice she's fallen unconscious and I realize the fatal seriousness of the situation. I nod and kiss her head before handing her off to Obi-Wan so he can help put her on a stretcher.
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When Ahsoka wakes up she is blinded by the white lights above her, she blinks slowly. There's machines beeping and iv's in her arm. She turns her head and sees you, asleep in the chair next to the hospital bed, your still wearing the clothes from the battle.
The battle. She remembers. She fell. And you were there.
"Yknow she hasn't left your side since you fell" Anakin speaks from her side. "It took me and Obi-Wan eons to convince her to get some sleep." He softly chuckles. Ahsoka admires your sleeping face, lips parted and brows furrowed. "How long was I asleep?" She asks, eyes still focused on you. "5 days." Her master replies with a sorrowful tone, she can tell he hasn't gotten any sleep either. "FIVE DAYS????!!@" She nearly yells and immediately covers her mouth remember that your sleeping right next to her. She sees you stir and blink slightly. You looks up and it takes you a few seconds to realize she's looking back and you, awake.
You jump up from your seat and carefully grab her hands and look at her with awe. "Ahsoka! You're- you're awake!!" You smile and feel your eyes tear up a bit, and breathe out a sigh of relief. You both just stair at eachother with lovesick little faces. Anakin clears his throat and begins to shuffle out the door.
"Right well, good to see you snips but I think I hear Obi-Wan calling my name." He quickly shuts the door and leaves the two of you alone.
"I'm sorry." You both speak at the same time. Small giggles fall from your lips and she laughs with you. "Wait what are you sorry for?" She asks worridley.
"Well um I mean the whole reason you fell is because I distracted you and then you fell and I didn't stop you from falling and then when you did fall all I did was-mmph" your words are cut off from her leaning up and kissing you with as much grandure as she can muster. Your cheeks are on fire and she pulls away just enough to look into your eyes looking for something in their [e/c] haze.
Both your heads whip to the door at the sound of someone speaking. Eyes wide with embarrassment.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't see that. See you at supper [name]" Obi-Wan playfully chides from the doorway and once again the two of you are alone.
♡THE END♡
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❝ smoking cigarettes on the roof. you look so pretty and i love this view. we fell in love in october. that's why, i love fall. ❞
╰ ♡♡ 𝐅𝐘𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐕𝐒𝐊𝐘
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REQUEST : Can I request prompt 14 with fyodor . Ty / (Sorry I forgot to add the genre previously) can I request prompt 14 sfw (not angst) with fyodor . ty
NOTES : thank you for requesting and it's been a while since i write fyodor in bright light, so here it is! i hope you like it!
TW/CONTENT : fluff, fem!reader, fyodor being lovestruck, mentions of smoking
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For someone that sees himself in high regard, Fyodor would say his taste in a partner for life is a bit complex and traditional. His enemies view him as someone ruthless, his followers view him as someone so highly.
Fyodor sighed as he looked down to the street of St. Petersburg from the roof, where he first met a certain young lady, smoking by the railing.
To say that he was intrigued by her demeanour would be a stretch but she truly did attract his attention.
“Would a woman smoking be such a weird sight for you?” she struck a question. Fyodor gave her a smile — though she can't really see it as he's behind her, expecting her to notice his presence.
“Indeed. I must say, I grew up in a surrounding where smoking would be seen as normal for the men but immoral for a lady like you,” he replied as he stepped forward. She turned her head to the side, looking at the taller man.
Fyodor's eyes trailed to a spot on the railing by her arm. There were several burn marks as if she had been smoking for a long time now at this one particular spot. Then Fyodor noticed she wasn't wearing any warmer clothes — a jacket nor a coat.
“Is smoking an attempt for you to warm yourself?” he asked.
“Sort of. But not really,” she replied. Then, without any hesitation, Fyodor took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders. She looked at him, quite surprised.
“You're paler than me, honoured sir. Certainly, you need more warmth,” she said, biting the cigarette between her lips and trying to take his coat off her body. But Fyodor's cold hands immediately stopped her hands.
“Oh, fret not. I'm totally fine. I'm used to the weather.” he said. But then his hand reached her face and his slender fingers took the cigarette away from her. He pressed the lit cigarette on the railing, creating another burn mark.
“But I do think you should lessen your smoking, no? It's not good for your health.” the woman looked at him, disturbed and quite confused. She huffed, feeling dissatisfied when her umpteenth smoke was disrupted by this stranger.
“I don't do stuff for free.”
“Then, if I'd invite you for a lunch right now, would you listen to my advice?” Fyodor asked, tilting his head, and looking at her. He smiled, seeing her confused face. It was adorable. He himself didn't even know what happened to his very heart when he decided to make a move on this fascinating lady that he had been seeing a few times on the street of St. Petersburg. Her beauty was one of the factors. But probably her demeanour too. He didn't know and he couldn't tell. Still, he would like to discover this foreign feeling in his soul rather than leave it to grow a mess in his heart.
“Hey, you know I won't follow a stranger easily like that...” she muttered. Contrary to Fyodor, she felt weird by this man. His presence... might be calm at the first glance but the longer one sits next to him, the more disturbing and malice his aura could be. He's as if a walking danger — someone who is to be feared, sooner or later.
“I promise I won't hurt you or do anything bad. I'm simply asking you for a lunch together.” he offered his hand and she contemplated her decision. As much as she wanted to deny the danger that he emitted, she couldn't help but be drawn by it — not in a bad way, she guessed.
“I'll order something expensive, you know?”
— the moment she took his hand was the moment when Fyodor felt a genuine spark in his heart. He knew this feeling very well — something that he hadn't felt or thought of for a long time as he lived in an alone stupor most of the time in his life. A pleasant. A joy. Pure happiness.
“Thank you.” his voice was soothing that it touched her cold heart. How could someone so menacingly enchanting speak so softly and calmly, offering nothing but a contrast moral, a courtesy?
“Who are you?”
“Just call me Fyodor, and we could start our path with that, Y/N.”
“Fyodor...”
“Fyodor.”
“Fedya?”
Fyodor turned his head around when he heard his nickname from a familiar voice. He smiled when he saw her, finally catching up to him on the rooftop where they first met. She had his coat on her shoulders. She jogged towards him as she took off the coat.
“Goodness, dear. You forgot your coat... on purpose, aren't you?” she huffed as she tiptoed to put the coat on his shoulders back. She seemed to be struggling a little — given their clear height differences. Fyodor smiled and upon having his coat properly on his body, he took her hand.
“Have you found it?” he asked.
“Found what?” she asked but oh boy, Fyodor knew better that she pretended stupid to avoid the topic. He chuckled as he knew his beloved too well to not tease her.
“You don't think you could get away by being dumb to me, do you, dearest?” he raised her hand that was being held firmly in his pale cold hand. “You found it in my coat, yes?”
A ring on her finger. Blushes formed on her cheeks, creating roses that he eternally loved to see whenever he stared at the otherworldly beauty in front of him. He spoke, with the never-changing serenity and alluring voice, only for her to listen so carefully.
“Marry me, dearest?”
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prsk-krow · 10 months
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hello!! could i request ena and mizuki (seperate) with a reader that easily gets flustered, romantic hcs if that's alright with you ^^! ty and have a good day/night!!
{Ena/Mizuki with an easily flustered reader!} [R]
Omg this has been on my drafts since the start of the year... If you, dear anon, even read this, I profusely apologize!! On the other hand, my muse has finally been peaking once again! Although I am actually going slower than I used to be bcuz most of these were half finished aha-
.‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿.
Ena Shinonome
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Ena? On the other side of the teasing?? She'll try to enjoy this feeling as much as she can, but she isn't as good as teasing as others. She won't make you blush too brightly, but the small pink tints she can cause are all she needs!
She definitely starts small, testing the waters and looking out for any comebacks that you may have! However, as she sees your adorable reactions, she can't help but want more!
Her teasing isn't too tough thanks to her being in love with you, but it is constant and you always need to watch out for her comments! They always come in different forms and places!
"Hehe, why are you so surprised? I told you to watch out when we came out, didn't I~? I can't blame you too much though, since it took a long while for my attack. You're ok, right? Didn't touch a sensitive nerve? Ok, good!"
She does watch out and tends to you afterwards though, since she isn't sure what may be too much! After all, being so sensitive to them herself, she doesn't want you to pass through the same feeling!
You eventually have to talk with her upfront and tell her everything that may get you uncomfortable, so that she doesn't worry all the time! This confused her at first, since she expected you to try and convince her to stop her teasing!
Even though she definitely starts to tease you more after the revelation, you can tell how much she's enjoying herself thanks to her laughter and the glimmer in her eyes every time she thinks of something new to tell you!
"Hehehe, I can't believe such shades of red exist! I wonder how much I'm gonna have to tease you until you get the tone I desire from you as my perfect model~? Heheh, it does suit you nicely though. Now, should I paint your current expression, or take a photo...?"
She learns some tricks and resistance from her experience with you, so that means that the pink head will have a harder time with her, which makes Ena even happier and smug... At least you can get her comfort in the aftercare?
Mizuki Akiyama
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Oh man, I'm so sorry, but this is the member that takes advantage of this trait of yours the most, and with the least mercy of them all. It's not even close, like, at all...
Mizuki is the master of teasing. Soft teasing, romantic teasing, playful, dramatic, they can do it all! And they will do it all, depending on how they're feeling the day that you come across them!
"Oh? Hey hey hey! Why are you trying to avoid me? Aren't we a couple~? What, you thought that I wouldn't come to school today? Heheh, you should know betterment than anyone that you can't predict my actions! Now, you shall pay the price~... Come back here!!"
Remember, the seamstress is already quite moody, so it's almost impossible to predict what type of teasing they'll try on you next. But does that really matter, when they can use any to make you a flustered mess?
However, they do sometimes feel bad for you. You're so vulnerable, so soft! How can they see that and only take advantage of it? So as much as they love to see you weak and flustered, they decide to maybe slow down a bit...
That's when you realize, part of their teasing comes from a slight sense of insecurity about holding a romantic relationship, so there are many times when they're not teasing you that you can spot them off guard and emotionally weak! Definitely one of her stranger mood swings.
If you approach and comfort them in this state, you'll probably figure out that they don't really know how to express their deep feelings in another way than lighthearted fun. It's a bit of an issue, but one that you can fix!
"You'll... Help me out with that? But, you don't mind that I have a secret...? I... I'm sorry... It's taking a lot of me to believe that... But, when you say it with that look in your eyes, I feel like it would be wrong of me to not give it a try."
Mizuki's teasing will go down as you teach them how to properly show signs of love! Sure, they'll tease you a lot, but once they learn about physical affection, gifts, quality time, and all that good stuff, they'll realize how to properly express the feelings that kept them afraid!
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May I request something? Im asking if you could make a Hanako x Reader x Tsukasa oneshot/headcanon. Most likely the two twins fighting over y/n until they decide to share- (Ohhh boy that sounds really bad once i typed it- goood luck y/n) Also ty!!
Hanako x reader x Tsukasa❣︎
Warnings: jealousy??? A lot of jealousy-
A/n: Hello!!! You may request something! :)
That does sound bad for y/n-
And of course!!! I’m sorry for how long this took but I hope you enjoy!!<33
I hope you enjoy and have a great day or night!!!
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- You met Tsukasa through Hanako probably
- Or you met Tsukasa through Sakura and Nastsuhiko and soon met Hanako
- No matter how you guys met
- The boys regret it with every bone in their body
- They regret the day they ever let you met their other twin
- They hate the way the other one is so clingy with you
- Hanako doesn’t understand why you are so close with his stupid younger brother
- And yes Tsukasa doesn’t understand why you are spending more time with Amane than him!
- Tsukasa would definitely cling to you more when he notices how close you are with his brother now
- He wants special time with you!!
- Amane would notice this and get jealous but he won’t say anything about it
- He would visit you in class and complain, saying he wants to hang out with you after school
- You agreed, not wanting him to distrust you in class any longer
- He would be awfully clingy
- He can’t help it, he really missed you
- He would just want to hold you in his arms to make up for time you two missed
- When Tsukasa finds out he would get whine-
- He would cling onto you and pout
- “Y/n doesn't love me anymoreeee”
- He would be very clingy
- Hanako would only be more jealous about this and probably confront his brother
- Tsukasa will only take his as his advantage to mess with his brother
- After a while, it will be these two fighting over you
- They will both try and give you the most affection and love, trying to win your love with their charms
- Hanako will act like a gentleman trying to swoon you while Tsukasa will act extra adorable and greedy for your attention
- After a while, these two will get in the way of your life to the point you need to confront them
- They will both visit you in class and start arguing with each other and you can’t concentrate
- You will sit them down and talk to the both of them
“We need to talk you two.” You sat the twins down and they both gave you a confused look.
“About what??” Tsukasa gives you an innocent look.
“You know why I called you here.. your guys fighting have gotten worse and it’s interrupting my studies… Why are you guys even fighting?”
“It’s nothing…” Hanako’s cheeks turned pink as he looked to the side, trying to avoid the question.
“Well clearly its not nothing!” You interjected “Now tell me what’s up with you two.”
“Amane’ s been very mean to me recently because he doesn’t know when to back off!” Tsukasa glared at his brother.
“I don’t know when to back off? Really?!” These two were about ready to fight again but you weren’t playing with these two.
“Tell me now or I swear I’m leaving.”
“Fine! If you really want to know I love you Y/n!!” Tsukasa stood up from his seat “I was planning to confess to you in a better way but you wanted to know!”
His confession caught you off guard, you didn’t expect him to confess. Your cheeks turned pink, you couldn’t deny the fact that you had feelings for the ghost. Hanako looked at his brother in irritation before standing up from his seat as well
“Y/n! I like you as well! I love you and it would mean everything to me if you would go out with me!” Hanako gave you a desperate look, his cheeks red. He never planned on confessing to you but it came out.
“Ah… you guys have been fighting over me?” You pointed to yourself and they both looked at each other before nodding. You couldn’t believe it. Honestly, you had feelings for them both. You couldn’t choose between them.
“Well… uhm.. I actually like you both.. I don’t think I can choose” You confessed to them which shocked both of them.
“You like us both…?” Hanako repeated
“Then date us both!!” Tsukasa smiled
“Date you both?” You repeated
“I wouldn’t mind that..” Hanako smiled softly and looked over to you.
“I would like that very much actually” You looked at the two. They both looked at each other before hugging you
“We will be the best boyfriends for you!”
“We promise..~”
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ykwrites · 1 year
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bdsjsndhsisn your osamu fic is everythinggggg to me 🥺💖 can i request another fic of him whenever you’re in the mood to write. i’m not picky i just love fluff and osamu :)
Ty! I know this is very late aaand short but I´ve been kind of inactive haha, ty for your interest and love, hope you like it! :))
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Pairing: Osamu x reader
Warnings: None
Rating:SFW
MASTERLIST
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''What do you think?''a voice asked.
The sudden movement of Osamu sitting on your left almost made you jump back, scared that a random stranger decided to join you.
As soon as you saw him, your body relaxed, and he flashed a sweet smile, laying his back on the grass and looking up at the sky that turned orange.
He brought a green plastic bag that you guessed was probably food.
''About what?'' you said, deciding to lay down too.
''This view''he responded.
''Its relaxing, that`s why I come here''
''I think it´s beautiful, and I also think it´s weird that you decide to come here alone and sit next to the the river''
''You always say that''
''Because you don´t ever call me to come with you''he laughed.
''Osamu, I´ve been here for an hour''
''And?''
''You were working''
''I know''
You see him turn to look at you from the corner of your eye, and know he is definitely pouting.
Osamu was insistent, even more so since he confessed he liked you about a month ago. Nothing came of that confession, you liked him too but thought a relationship was not the best idea for both of you right now, and that didn´t seem to bother him at all.
''Stop pouting''you laughed faintly.
''I already told you, you can call anyway, the business is mine so if I leave early the boss won´t care, because I am the boss''
''You have a restaurant to run''
''Enough of that''he sat up, a wide smile on his face ''I brought fresh onigiri and drinks''
''Another dinner along the river?''
''Yes''
''Thank you, Samu''sitting up, you excitely took the drink he was giving you ''You are a life saver''
''It´s nothing, try the onigiri''
You happily complied, taking a bite and instantly closing your eyes to enjoy how delicious it was. Osamu was such a great cook.
''Perfect, as always''
''Is it?''he asked.
He had a smug look going on, and you knew exactly why. He was an open book.
''It is'' you reiterated, holding your laughter in anticipation.
''Then you should kiss the cook''like a child, he closed his eyes and leaned over with his lips pursing.
This was your time to mess with him a bit.
''Oh, you are right, I should do that... where´s Tsumu?''
''Huh?''his eyes shoot wide open, offended by that comment.
''He told me he was helping you today, I assume he made these''you continue teasing.
''The disrespect I am feeling right now, my brother only cleans, he comes nowhere near my food!''
''Okay, calm down chef''
''Tsk''he clicked his tongue.
Moments like these were to cherish, the calm and warmth he made you feel.
Withou thinking much, you leaned and pecked his lips, it was as natural as breathing and after the short kiss you just went back to eating like nothing happened.
Osamu grew silent, completely stunned.
''No''you heard him say.
''What do you mean?''you looked at him, raising an eyebrow and instantly feeling embarrased when you saw his face all red.
''You can´t just kiss me like that and pretend nothing happened''
''Huh?''honestly, that question came more from embarrassment than confusion.
''I know you don´t want to talk about it, but we will''
Of course, pretending wasn´t going to last as long as you would like, even less when you were so dumb and treated Osamu like your bouyfriend even though you said it was bad timing for a relationship.
''I thought you were playing, I´m sorry''you said, apologetic.
Osamu clicked his tongue, crossing his arms to look at you frowning.
''I think it´s so dumb that you don´t want to make this official''
''It´s not that I don´t want to... I´m just scared our friendship will end if we break up''
''We are not breaking up''
''We are not together''
''Jesus''he breathed deep, frustrated ''We already act like a couple''
''Okay... you might have a point''
''Might?''raising an eyebrow, he looked at you up and down.
''Again, I´m sorry''
''I`ll forgive you if you admit we're dating and give me another kiss''
Who could say no to that beautiful face? You were lying to yourself if you ever said you didn´t like him.
Screw fear, like Osamu so cofidently said, you weren´t going to break up.
''Okay, from now on, we are officially a couple''offering a cheeky smile, you finally said it.
''See? It wasn´t that hard''Osamu laughed with you, his face coming closer without notice.
He didn´t wait for the kiss and did it himself, this time with full purpose and sweetness, straight out of a movie.
In the end, he was right as always.
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