Yandere Kylo Ren pt. 2 (4/4)
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“What was he referring to?” Kylo Ren suddenly growled in my ear.
This broke my attention from Rey. I let out a quiet gasp, looking at his gaze, giving me such a warning.One of his hands began drifting to my head.
“She’s my girlfriend, Kylo Ren. You can imagine what we did,” I growled back, sending him a snarl. “Maybe I would consider you more if you weren’t such a villain.”
His glare moved to the woman, who was staring out a telescope. Even though my Force was not strong, I could feel the anger wash over the room. But, I focused on Rey once more, tuning into Snoke’s villain speech.
“—For you, all is lost.”
Rey suddenly summoned Kylo Ren’s lightsaber, igniting it immediately. Kylo Ren tensed, but didn’t move. All eyes were on Rey, and the red knights were on guard. Nobody moved as Snoke continued to taunt her, even with how furious she was.
“O-oh. And still that fiery spit of hope.” He raised his hand in mock surrender. “You have the spirit of a true Jedi!”
Rey suddenly charged at him. As badly as I was rooting for her, I had seen Snoke’s power. It was impalpable.
Just as she raised the lightsaber to strike him, he flicked his finger. She was sent flying back, the lightsaber falling right ant Kylo Ren’s feet. He shoved me aside and summoned it, stretching his fingers. Rey was sent sprawled on the floor, and I went to help her, but she was pulled to her knees by Snoke.
“And because of that, you must die.” He spun her toward us. She looked angry, but when her eyes flickered toward me, I saw it. Fear. She was scared. And I wanted so badly to help her. “My worthy apprentice, son of darkness, heir apparent to Lord Vader. Where there was conflict, I now sense resolve. Where there was weakness, strength.” I saw it in his eyes. He was conflicted. Confused. Weak. Everything Snoke was saying was to butter him up. Either that, or he was truly blind. “Complete your training, and fulfill. Your. Destiny.”
As he fired up the lightsaber, I did the only thing I could. I suddenly tugged on his sleeve. He turned to look at me. But I silenced him with a kiss to his lips. He responded immediately, and I knew how hungry he was for more. But I pulled away, pleading with my eyes. I then moved to his ears.
“Please. Do what’s right.”
With that, I let him go. He looked at me, still stunned from the surprise affection. I turned to Rey, but she did not seem angry. She knew that it was what I had to do in attempt to save her life. I was weak in the Force, but he was weak with me.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped, walking forward. Rey was still panting, and they maintained a steady glaring contest. Well, Rey was glaring. Somehow, Kylo Ren’s anger had completely dissipated. He was contemplating.
He slowly began raising the lightsaber to her neck. It was gentle. But, out of the corner of my eye, I saw it. The slow rotation of Rey’s lightsaber, turning toward Snoke.
“I know what I have to do,” Kylo stated.
“Ben,” she whispered. Of course she didn’t know what was going on behind her. She thought he was making the wrong choice, like every other time.
“You think you can turn him?” Snoke sneered. “Pathetic child. I cannot be betrayed, I cannot be beaten. I see his mind, I see his every intent. Yes… I see him turning the lightsaber to strike true.” The lightsaber was almost by her neck. My heart pleaded that he would not kill them both. That he would talk it out. He would do what was right. “And now, foolish child, he ignites it. And kills his true enemy!”
The Jedi lightsaber turned on, striking right through Snoke. I let out a cry of delight, and in that moment, I pulled the lightsaber to myself. Rey turned around as she was released from Snoke’s Force grip. She saw what had happened.
I took the lightsaber in my hands. The red knights immediately began to attack us, and Rey had no time to digest what had happened. Kylo tossed his lightsaber to Rey, deciding to use the Force as his weapon.
Rey and I collided back to back, ready to attack the red knights. Already, Kylo had forced some off the ledge and choked another. But Rey and I, our lightsabers clashed with the red counterparts. I felt a serge of confidence run through me. If I could stop Kylo Ren from hurting the love of my life, I could stop these queen of hearts bitches from doing it too.
But then, we were separated. I was surrounded by three distinct men, engaging in a stare down with my lightsaber extended, while Rey was struggling with one. I had to protect her.
One of them suddenly pulled out a whip. I took a few steps farther away, deciding to engage with the one to my left. I dashed at him. I barely blocked his hit, but I quickly recovered, stabbing him in the chest. He froze and collapsed. I turned tail, attempting to block the whip about to descend on me, but it was suddenly whisked away. Kylo Ren had come to my rescue, taking care of both of the soldiers.
I noticed Rey wasn’t handling herself very well. Kylo suddenly shouted,” Y/n, give me your saber!”
I obediently tossed it to him, and he caught it with ease. I ducked underneath an attempted slash from the enemy, rolling over and picking up tan corpse’s whip. I struck a red knight and dashed over to Rey, my attention falling back to her.
A blade was being held to her neck. She was trying to hold back. She was in front of her. None of the others were attacking me, so I focused, raising my hand. I thrust my hand out further, envisioning that I was sending him flying away. When I opened my eyes, it had worked!
I mentally celebrated my own unbridled strength. Rey recovered, letting out a congratulatory holler. I noticed Kylo Ren was in the same circumstances. But Rey took over, calling his name. She tossed him his lightsaber and he caught it. When he turned it on, it severed the knight’s head.
And just like that, we had survived. All of us. For the first time, Kylo had confirmed that there was a light inside him. Rey and I ran toward each other, dropping our weapons and hugging. She pressed several kisses to m y cheek, which made me giggle.
“I knew you could do it. Everything Ben said, he was wrong.The Force is strong with you, Y/n. You’re strong.”
I beard with pride. I felt so very empowered. Maybe… I wasn’t a complete fuck-up.
Kylo Ren, panting as he Bega striding toward us.
Rey suddenly pulled out of the hug, pointing and walking toward the telescope. “The fleet. Order them to stop firing! There’s still time to save the fleet.”
Kylo Ren was silent. We both stared him down. He cast his gaze aside from both of us. He was approaching Snoke’s coupled up corpse. Dread set in. He was doing what was right, wasn’t he…?
“Kylo?” I gently spoke.
“It’s time to let old things die,” he conceded. “Snoke, Skywalker. The Sith, the Jedi, the Rebels let it all die. Y/n… I want you to join me. You told me to do what was right, and I am.”
He extended his hand out toward me. For the first time, I considered it. But at the end of the day, my heart belonged to the woman not too far away from me.
“We can rule together and bring a new order to the galaxy,” he insisted. “You don’t even have to love me yet. You can be with Rey if you wish. But I’m doing what’s right now. For you. And I will only have the strength if you’re by my side.”
My heart thudded in my chest. I knew Rey was staring me down, considering the option. She was still suspicious of him. But I… was so tempted. Was it the right decision?
My gaze flickered to his waist, where both of the lightsabers laid. I knew my what choices were being offered. I could take his hand, or Luke Skywalker’s lightsaber. I took a few steps closer. I saw the light in his eyes. The hope. The goodness.
I raised my trembling hand.
“Don’t do this, Ben, Y/n. I know you’re lying. You’re manipulating her.”
“Please, don’t make me make this decision,” I whispered in agreement.
“No, no,” he rushed. “You’re still holding on. Let go! You have seen the ability you have when you find the strength.” He stepped closer. Out of the corner of my eye, I knew that Rey’s eyes were shimmering with a new layer of tears.
“Join me,” he prodded.
His hand was so close. I could easily grab it and make the easy decision. Or I could make the difficult, but… probably right decision. And yet, I couldn’t stop it as my fingers ghosted closer. I could tell he was eagerly watching me and my expression.
I made eye contact with Rey once more. She nodded to me. And in that moment, I knew what had to be done.
All at once, I reached for the lightsaber and Rey did too. She snatched Luke’s from his waist, leaving me to attempt to pull the Sith one from him. But he quickly pulled back. The lightsaber was so far yet so close.
Kylo let out a grunt of frustration, his true feelings stinging through. He was not only pulling on the lightsaber, but pushing me back. I focused just as much attention, even if my wounds ached terribly and I was suffering from a terrible headache.
“Why are you resisting me, even now?” he boomed, hand outstretched. “I have done what you asked. I have done everything to win you over. I am actively choosing what is right, and yet you still push me away!”
We were both being pushed further and further from the trembling, floating lightsaber. I fell silent, unable to muster a response. My heart ached for the boy in the man, that even now, was conflicted. He made it seem as though he was doing all this for me. And perhaps part of him was. But even I knew the truth, and I was dense as a rock. He was doing what he twas for what he had the strength to do in the moment.
The right thing.
But suddenly, the lightsaber first and we both went flying back. I almost blacked out, but Rey caught me. I had no doubt I was bleeding all over from the strain. But, when I realized Kylo Ren was unconscious, I knew we had to make our move.
Laughter bubbled in my throat as I manned the left cannon for the Millennium Falcon. We swooped into battle, trying to protect the large metal door that blocked Kylo Ren’s forces from the remaining Rebellion. We had won the battle against Kylo Ren, but now, it was time to finish the war once and for all. Or, at least, stall for the Rebellion to make an escape.
For some reason, as we shot, the enemy didn’t fire back. Only a few stray blasts hit us.
That’s right. I was his weakness, even now that he was in charge of the First Order.
But, they were firing up the cannon regardless, peppering to blast through the door. Some of the Resistance fighters were trying to take it on, but we were nothing in comparison to the looming, giant cannon and the weird walking space ships.
“We have to pull out, Chewy,” Rey suddenly spoke over the intercoms.
“Wait! Drop me off on the battlefield,” I suddenly spoke up, coming up with an idea.
I could immediately hear the reluctance in her voice. “No way, not again. You’ll die if we drop you off now —“
The giant canon blasted against the metal door, burning it to its core. After a few seconds, it receded into a black nothing. I saw the large, gaping hole in the metal door. The Rebellion. They needed more time to escape, and they needed it now.
“Please, Rey, just trust me. I’ll distract him.”
“But - but I have to pick up the Rebellion from the other side.”
“There’ll be no Rebellion on the other side if I don’t buy us more time,” I argued.
She went silent. And then —
“…You’re right. But promise me that you’ll be safe.”
“Rey, I love you. I’ll be fine. It might be a while, but,” I choked back a wave of oncoming tears,” I’ll make it out just fine. I’m strong enough.”
“But you know he won’t let you leave his side once he gets a hold of you!” she shouted, vulnerability shining through.
“I promise, Rey. No matter what, we’ll be together again. It may be a while, but I think I’ve got Kylo Ren wrapped around my pinkie finger pretty dan easily by now.”
I heard a sigh, and I knew she was finally - although reluctantly - agreeing. “Chewy, drop into the center and open the doors.”
Chewy groaned over the intercoms. A sad smile graced my face and I spoke over the intercoms one last time,” thanks, Chewy. I’ll be back, so don’t miss me too much.”
And alike to that of a martyr walking toward the furnace, I walked to the exit. As I stepped into the battlefield, equipped with nothing but my wit, I waved one last good-bye to the ship. It zipped away, but only then did I see it.
Luke Skywalker had emerged from the hole in the metal blockade.
I did not get to digest this fact as a million blasters went off in his direction. I screamed and covered my eyes, the sounds of bullets going off right and left echoing in my ears. They were ringing terribly, but I could only long for Luke’s safety. Although… I highly doubted he could make it out of that alive.
The cannons suddenly stopped. Red smoke dissipated in the wind, and I finally looked toward the scene. There as no way that one man had survived all that.
But then, the smoke began to clear. And from the smoke, emerged one lone man. Luke Skywalker had survived. And he was looking pretty damn smug about it.
In a panic, I ran up to him. “Mister Skywalker! H - how…”
With a cheeky grin, he placed a hand on my shoulder. Or so I thought. I gasped when his hand phased through me entirely. “Now shush up about that. We don’t want a certain someone learning about this ahead of time… Now, I know you’re a smart-ass of a kid, but why the hell did you plop into the middle of a battlefield? You know he’s just going to capture you.”
“Better me than the Rebellion,” I answered. “I’m doing the same as you. Stalling for time. And I’ll be damned if he gets a single hit on your holographic body.”
Luke chuckled, but his expression became solemn as he looked beyond. me. I turned, coming face to face with Kylo Ren. He looked any, but as per usual, his glare wasn’t directed toward me, but past me.
“Y/n. I know what you’re doing. Step out of the way and let me face him alone.”
I stepped further in front of the holographic Lule Skywalker, balling up my fists. “Sorry, Kylo Ren. But I didn’t drop into a snake pit just to get bit for nothing.”
His lip twitched, and he caved, returning his attention to the man I was ‘shielding’. “Di you come back to say you forgive me? To save my soul?”
Kylo Ren threw off his cable, revealing the lightsaber that was held to his waist belt. I instinctively hopped forward when both men drew their lightsabers. The atmosphere was tense, and yet I felt lighter than air. Happy to be here, even.
Kylo aimed his lightsaber forward. “Step out of the way, Y/n, before I make you.”
“I’ll quote my man, Luke. Nah.”
And that was enough to set Kylo ablaze. He dashed toward us, trying to weave around us. But Luke stood still. I jumped into action, trying use the Force to push him back. He skidded back, almost losing his footing. But his arm shot out, and suddenly, I was floating off the air, unable to breath.
“Oh, you are pushing my buttons!” he shouted. “If I wasn’t as patient of a man as I was and didn’t see the future that we have together, I would kill you right now!”
I was suddenly release, and I coughed for air. I scraped my knees across the ground, but I had no time to rest. Luke was dodging and dipping out of Kylo Ren’s way. The man’s movements were quick and uncalculated. He was brimming with rage, ready to end Luke Skywalker’s life.
I tried to stand up, but Kylo seemed to have noticed. Instead, he thrust me to the ground again. I skidded along on my behind. Letting out a yelp of pain. But when I sat up, I knew Luke was handling himself, as once again, they were standing several feet apart.
And then Kylo rushed at him again. My jaw dropped the Luke bended over backwards, completely avoiding it, and once again having the upper hand. Kylo Ren became more and more frustrated at his failure.
“I failed you, Ben,” Luke suddenly spoke. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m sure you are!” he boomed. “The Resistance is dead. The war is over. And when I kill you, I will have killed the last Jedi.”
“Amazing,” he chuckled. “Every word of what you just said was wrong. The Rebellion is reborn today. The war is just beginning. And I am not the last Jedi. You’d think you would know better when one of them is standing before you.”
“I’ll destroy that girl. And you. And all of it.”
Luke sheathed his lightsaber. I knew it was over. The Rebellion had escaped. And Luke - it did not take a seasoned thespian of the Force to know that the strength was leaving his body with each passing second.
“No. Strike me down in anger and I’ll always be with you. Just like your father.”
Kylo’s grip on his lightsaber tightened. His gaze was trained perpetually on the Jedi before him. And then, with one final grunt, he dashed toward him. I watched with intrigue as I knew what would happen. Kylo Ren would be embarrassed immediately when Luke Skywalker did not die to his hand.
I rose to my feet, watching the spectacle. Kylo’s lightsaber skimmed right through Luke Skywalker. The man sent me one last cheeky smile before turning to Kylo, of which the realization was slowly dawning on him. Kylo Ren was stunned, and Luke only looks disappointed. In awe, Kylo stabbed him again, only to yield the same result.
“See ya around, kid.”
And with that, Luke Skywalker disappeared before his very eyes.
Kylo, still stuck in place, dropped the lightsaber. I approached him, taking the spot of where Luke once was. I could feel that Luke had just died. And yet, I knew he had died happily. I crossed my arms and sent Kylo Ren a grin.
“Wasn’t that a spectacle. Who could’ve known that Jedis could teleport? I sure as hell didn’t.”
Kylo stomped his foot, screaming at the top of his lungs as he turned to face the wall. He fell on his hands and knees, dogging his fist into the snowy sand ground.
I walked up behind him and placed my hand on his shoulder. “It’s over, Kylo Ren. We won. But there will always be a place for you in the Rebellion.”
He grabbed my hand and suddenly flipped me onto ground in front of him. I writhed under the Force as he began choking me, the air escaping my lungs. Panic flooded my system. This was the first time his anger was on me, and only me. Tars slid down my cheeks as I awed at my throat. Kylo sank over me, one hand choking and the other holding him up. His face sunk deeper, until our noses were lost touching.
“There is no ‘we’ for you. You are not a part of the Rebellion. You are not a part of the Jedi. You were brought here to be mine and only mine.” He narrowed his eyes, finally releasing me. I greedily gulped in air, massaging my neck. I sloppily wiped away may tears as well.
“And now that you’ve stupidly delivered yourself to me, I’ll be able to prove it once and for all.”
He connected our lips. I grunted and struggled, pushing against his chest. I couldn’t think straight. I was batshit terrified. The man… there was no goodness in him. Only new tactics. Only a maniac.
And suddenly, as the world went black, the only thing on my mind was Mr. Puffin and the regret of ever stepping off the Millennium Falcon in the first place.
My entire body ached. I wanted so badly to roll onto my side, but I couldn’t even muster the energy to do that. My body felt free, all except for my wrists, which had two bracelets of some sort clamping down on them.
I finally mustered the strength to open my eyes when I felt something squeeze my waist, pulling me along a plush mattress. I let out a hiss of pain, and I wanted so badly to cry, but I was so very parched. I stared at the ceiling. It was metallic and red lines ran across the panels. I sat up slightly, realizing I was in a plus bed, which also reciprocated the black-and-red theme. But, what drew my attention the most, was the bare arm slung across my waist and who it belonged to; Kylo Ren, who was seemingly fast asleep.
I heard a familiar chirp and some rattling. I let out a quiet gasp and noticed that, by the side of my bed entrapped in a cage, was my dearest Mr. Puffin. I weakly pushed off the man’s arms, casting my gaze away from his messy black locks and his equally bare upper body. I gently kicked y legs off the side of the bed, and even if my arms hurt from the slightest pressure, I sat up.
I noticed that I was in a new outfit and that the bandages coating my arms and legs were silky and expensive by space standards. I wobbled over to the cage, using the wall as support. Oh, my entire body burned. I was on fire from head to toe. But I so dearly wished to stroke Mr/ Puffin’s soft feathers.
I knew he would be the only thing that kept me sane while trapped on Kylo Ren’s ship. I reached through the iron cage. Mr. Puffin leaned into my finger, nudging me. I tried searching for a key, but there seemed to be none. I was about to try to use the Force to move the iron bars, like I had seen others do before, when —
“You can try, but it won’t work.”
I jumped, resulting in my body going in. I stumbled all the way back onto the bed, although I managed to sit up straight. I was hunched over. I heard Kylo Ren shuffle behind me until he was close behind, his arm wrapped around me waist and his chest pressed to my back.
That’s when I noticed the thin metal shackles on my wrist.
“Is it because…”
“Yes. But also, you’re so weak I doubt you could lift a pebble.” He placed a chaste kiss to my cheek, and I heard his inhale deeply. “I hope to remind you that we’re truly soulmates. Not only was your first instinct to go to your Port friend, but you could have tried to Force choke me. And yet, the thought of hurting me has never once crossed your mind. Funny, ins’t it?”
“If we were soulmates, the notion would be reciprocated, Kylo,” I croaked. “May I remind you that you’re the one who praised yourself so adamantly on never hurting me. And yet, you almost killed me. Twice.”
He sighed, his breath on my neck sending tingles of fear down my spine. “I’m sorry. But I had to… no, I needed to get you out of the way. I needed to show you that you were meant to be mine.”
“By taking my own life?” I snapped back. He fell silent. “That’s really lovely of you, Kylo Ren. And you’re right. I never wanted to hurt you because I thought there was an ounce of goodness in you. But no, here we are, in the same situation. You satiating your own selfish whims instead of doing the right thing. I feel foolish for ever believing you, even for a moment. I almost envisioned a future where we were friends.”
“God dammit,” he hissed, gritting his teeth. I could tell he was trying to refrain his explosive temper. His grip on my waist tightened, and I let out a yelp of pain. He suddenly withdrew from my body entirely, slamming his fist into the wall by the headboard. “You still resist me.”
“I wonder why.”
“I really do!” he roared.
“I’ve loved you, even before I even thought of you to be real. I searched the galaxy to find you, even before you arrived. When you fell into my arms, it was heaven. My entire world was complete. It still is, even when you are away, because I know you will return to me. We’re made for each other. And can you blame me for having a momentarily lapse of judgement when you drive me to wit’s end every. Damn. Time?”
Tears slid down my cheeks and I covered my face in my hands. Despair consumed me. I tried so hard to be positive, but the bruises I felt on my neck brought me back into the insanity of my situation.
“Yes. I can. You’re a violent man, Kylo Ren. You’re selfish. You’re cruel. You’re evil to the core. And if you truly loved me, you would not hurt me. If you truly loved me, you would make the right decisions. If you truly loved me… you would let me go. You would let me be happy with a woman who treats me better than you ever will and who would never try to kill me.”
He fell silent. But I knew he would remain steadfast in his decision. “…But I saw it in my vision.”
“No, you saw it in your dreams, Kylo Ren. You shaped what you saw to fit your liking.”
Mr. Puffin chirped wildly, rattling the cage once. more. Kylo Ren rose to his feet and walked over to the cage. From an unknown place, he withdrew a key. He opened it.
Mr. Puffin came flying into my arms. I let out a sob of joy, cradling the sweet pet to me tightly. I had a feeling he would be the only source of joy I felt in a while.
“…I know you are right,” he conceded. “But please understand. I can never let you go.”
Seventeen Going Under
Series Masterlist // Want More Marvel…?
Scott Lang x Fem!MindReader!Reader
Warnings and Tags: Past Relationships, Toxic Behavior/Abuse Mentions, Somewhat Angsty at parts
Honorable Mentions: Cassie Lang, Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff
Notes: If you asked me how I’ve managed to get more than 2 updates done in one day, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. Also, yes, the title of the chapter is it’s song companion, Seventeen Going Under by Sam Fender
It had felt like a bucket of ice cold razors being thrown at her.
That’s the emotion. No words. Just the prickle of skin and the freezing in headlights.
The day had been going okay, all things considered. (Y/N) found herself going insane at the tower for possibly the fifth day in a row. No amount of training or rest satisfied her mind. The combination of Scott’s absence and general boredom drilled into her.
It was good he was spending some much needed time with Cassie. Even if it had to be away from the Avengers tower— which wasn’t an incredibly kid friendly place.
She hadn’t known how much she listened to Scott. How much he sounded like peace and home.
Outside wasn’t a bad place to be, after all. If she found herself faltering with the volume of New York- physical or otherwise- she just popped in her headphones. Music was a welcome reprieve, as was the beginning summer in the city.
In fact, she damn near felt herself strutting. The beat in her ears invigorated her, as did the fresh air. Things felt okay. She recovered from her near death experience— what else could go wrong?
Then he had to grab her fucking arm.
He hadn’t changed, since two years ago.
Still those handsome, mean eyes.
React. Something. Do anything.
She swallowed, yanking her arm out of his grip. Adrian let her, simply staring her down as she took her ear buds out. New York was only deafening for a moment before she corrected it, being careful to tune out the ex as well.
She had already given him too much space in her head. He didn’t need to get it again.
He put on a polite smile, “(Y/N). I haven’t seen you in so long.”
For a reason. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, “Yeah.”
“You sorta just… vanished.”
Yeah, because she packed up what she could while he was gone for a few hours. With only a note as explanation. She mentally reminded herself to thank Steve and Wanda again for helping her get out, packing only her essentials. “Once you’re team, you’re family.”
She cleared her throat, “Yeah. I’m aware.”
“… Could we talk?”
His smile faltered a bit. There was a piece of the Adrian she really knew. One she didn’t need telepathy to see through.
“Come on, you’re being dramatic.”
“Not dramatic. Don’t wanna talk to you.”
Fuck. She didn’t want to be there. She wanted to just walk away, not give him any more than what she had.
Would he let her walk away?
He didn’t, last time…
She remembered the sharp words he let out. And the even more vicious ones he had really intended.
“(Y/N)…” he took a step towards her.
She backed up a step, keeping a good distance, “You’re not welcome to come near me.”
“You’re acting like I’m dangerous.”
“Well I definitely don’t feel safe, Adrian.”
“It was one fucking time—“
‘Is that (Y/N)?’
Thank fucking Christ. She let herself look around, trying to spot him.
“— you think you know everything now and here I am trying to do the right thing— are you even listening to me?—“
“No,” she said, giving Adrian the first sense of full eye contact in that conversation, “I’m not. I don’t want to. I don’t give a fuck about any closure you’re searching for.”
“You know I love you-“
“Love doesn’t feel like that,” she hissed.
The man in front of her made a noise of frustration, shoulders tensing.
‘Um… excuse the FUCK out of me but what the hell is this…?…’
“(Y/N)! Hey! I thought I wasn’t gonna find you.”
She did her best to not look like a scared animal as Scott approached. Thank Christ. Adrian quickly fixed his body language as she smiled at the hero approaching.
Scott kept a careful eye on the man before him as he awaited her answer.
‘Something feels off.’
“Scott! Hey. Sorry, I got distracted.”
Please give me an out. Please.
“He bugging you?” Scott asked plainly.
The ex had the audacity to look offended. Maybe in other cases, this would be warranted.
It honestly just made her wanna shove Adrian’s face in it.
‘Yeah he’s definitely bugging her… thank god I decided to walk back…’
Scott held out a hand to her.
“No… Adrian was just leaving,” she said, appreciatively taking his hand and stepping closer to safety.
‘Adrian…. Adrian… OH FUCK. ADRIAN.’
The set in Scott’s face changed. His jaw tightened as he pulled her closer.
“Oh. I see. Well… come on, (Y/N). We got a date to go to.”
‘Let him fucking try me…. Well he’s a little bigger… fuck. It’s worth it… I’ll slam dunk him into the street.’
She didn’t know what to be thrown off by more: the fact Scott was simply pretending to be a date, or whether he could get so… well… protective.
Well, the swing he took at Stark a few weeks ago told her as much already. Still was odd to see in motion.
Adrian looked at Scott. Considered his actions. If she felt any sort of instigative, she would’ve found a way to dig in his psyche and use something to make him a fool. Get him angry enough so maybe Scott do something—
But that was vengeance speaking. Not the peace she had to fight to find.
She never wanted anyone to feel as shitty as this old, ever eroding piece of her life did.
“Goodbye, Adrian,” she said plainly, squeezing Scott’s hand. She would say it was purely in appreciation. And it was. She just wouldn’t say what kind.
‘I gotta get her out of here.’
So Scott did. He walked past Adrian, letting their shoulders purposefully connect as he made his way around.
Beyond a noise of offense, she didn’t hear anything follow.
The last, little annoyed huff she’d ever hear from that awful part of her history.
Scott let them walk in silence for a bit. Well…. Tried to, anyway.
‘Fuck… she looked scared… god…. I wish I could make it better…’
Didn’t he know he did?
She squeezed his hand again, firmer this time, “Thank you, Scotty.”
She felt his stance relax as he led her through the sparse foot traffic of the late afternoon, “Anytime.” He let himself hold her grip a little more comfortably.
‘Her hand feels nice….’
They walked for a bit longer.
‘… I know she said he was a dick… He just kept trying to get in her space…’
“How did you know I was there?” she asked.
Scott shrugged, “Didn’t. I just dropped Cassie off at the airport, went out to get some food, and then just… saw you and he was just being…”
‘So fucking weird… that guy is a creep… She never looked that small until then…”
(Y/N) sighed, “I almost would’ve thought he would’ve changed, after all this time.”
“You left him a year ago?”
“And he’s still this way?”
‘What a punk… maybe I should’ve hit him, after all.’
“God, he is such a loser,” was the only thing he said out loud.
Maybe before, when she loved Adrian still, she would’ve defended it. Under different circumstances, though, she just shrugged.
‘… I did promise…’
“Is there anything fun to do around here?”
She blinked, going over everything in her head.
“Uh… I mean… there’s this bakery I’ve been meaning to get around to. Why?”
“I did promise you a date.”
How the fuck did he still manage to give her that jolt? He literally couldn’t shut up mentally and yet he still swiped at her kneecaps every time. Worse yet, he still succeeded.
She flushed, “You don’t have to take me out because you feel bad-“
He stopped causing her to almost walk into him as he turned to face her. His hand kept its hold on her, his green eyes searching her.
‘She deserves this.’
“I promised. I’m not doing anything because of what just happened. I promised you.”
‘Please let me.’
She fought the swoon melting her, failing with a bit of a smile.
‘Man, she’s pretty.’
She was sold. “Okay,” she finally said, reaching to hold onto his arm as they walked their way through the streets. Just the two of them, carrying on more than one conversation as the sun sung its praises.
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pov jjk men who will worship that pussy like it’s a fucking god
cw. overstim. oral. teasing. 18+
we’re talking full on edging, overstimulation, all of it. They’d literally restrain themselves with only using the tip to tease you, get you all excited n needy just so they can see how pretty it looks, throbbing and clenching around nothing. Then just massaging your clit with so much care just so they can watch you melt. Literally treating your pussy like a goddess and don’t even get me started with how they’d eat you out. Devouring your cunt like they hadn’t eaten in years, unconcerned with your sex dripping down their chin, taking in every ounce of essence they can as if you’d been their last meal. Even if you’d begged to be set free, gripped their head to stop them, or even sob about how it was too much. They’d continue to eat you up. How could they not? With a pretty perfect cunt like that?
Yuuji, Nanami, Getou, Toji, Megumi, Satoru, Yuta, Choso
Rise and Shine (Bruce Wayne x f!Reader)
Summary: Bruce and Y/N wake up in the morning.
Warnings: Fluff, kisses, cuddling, sexual references, Alfred being a cockblock
Request?: Requested by Anon
A/N: I didn’t expect this to end up so short 🙊
If there was one thing Y/N could never figure out about Bruce, it was how he never looked tired. Sure, he was pretty tired all the time thanks to his constantly packed schedules, but he never actually looked like he was tired. No dark circles, no sluggishness, nothing like that. But once he’d slept for a full eight hours and refused to get up in the morning, she knew that he was tired.
When Y/N woke up on a particularly bright day, she was pleased to find out that Bruce was still lying next to her. Or rather, so close to her that he was almost sharing her pyjamas with her. She struggled to turn over in his hold as she tried her best to not startle him awake. His face was still buried in her hair, his soft breaths brushing against her scalp as his shoulders steadily rose and fell.
He looked so peaceful as he slept, all of his worry lines completely smoothed out, not a single thought in his head other than rest. Y/N was tempted to let him sleep in the whole day, but the clock on her nightstand read 8 AM and she knew Alfred would be on his way up to drag the two of them out of bed soon.
Y/N trailed the back of her fingers gently across his skin, just enough to slowly rouse him from his slumber, and listened for that tell-tale mumble that meant he was starting to wake up. Bruce briefly tightened his arms around her before loosening them a little and shifting his head to rest his cheek on the top of her.
“Bruce,” Y/N said softly as if she was trying to wake up a baby. “Wake up.”
“Five more minutes,” he mumbled, his words slurring as he fought to stay asleep.
“I’d give you all the time in the world if I could, but Alfred won’t,” she said as her fingers danced across his jaw. He finally lifted his head off of her and opened his bleary eyes before rolling over onto his back and pulling her to lie on top of him.
“Good thing I have you to wake up to instead of Alfred,” he said with a soft smile as he brushed a stray lock of hair out of her eyes.
“What’s wrong with waking up to Alfred?” Y/N teased and traced a tiny pattern on his bare chest, his skin warm under her finger.
“Well, for starters, you’re prettier, and you didn’t look after me when I was a kid.”
“Leave Alfred alone, he’s done nothing wrong.”
“Can we stop talking about him now? It’s ruining the mood,” Bruce said before pulling Y/N closer to him and kissing her tenderly. She sighed softly through her nose and relaxed into him, her skin tingling under his warm palms as he caressed her back through her top. Her hands slid up to cradle his jaw as she returned his kiss, her lips leisurely moving in time with his.
“I wish I could just stay in bed with you all day,” Bruce sighed against her mouth, kissing her again and again once he’d finished speaking.
“What would we even do all day?” Y/N asked, her voice soft and airy. She ran her smooth thumb across his lower lip before he took her hand in his and kissed each of her fingers and knuckles.
“Hmm,” he intoned against her skin. “Well, first we’d go back to sleep because we both need it. Then we’d have breakfast in bed, and we’d spend the rest of the day with you in my arms while we drifted in and out of sleep again.”
“Sounds nice,” Y/N said as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck.
“Know what would be even nicer?” He turned his head so that his lips were right next to her ear. “Staying in bed so I can make love to you all day.”
Y/N felt herself blush against his neck and tried to get up, only to be held in place by Bruce’s strong arms around her.
“Okay, you’re getting carried away,” she laughed and placed her hands on his chest, pushing away from him gently. He loosened his hold on her and placed his hands on her hips, letting her sit up, her legs straddling him.
“I can get a lot more carried away, sweetheart,” he crooned as he shifted to sit up slightly against the headboard.
“You’ll be late for your board meeting,” she said, a small warning creeping into her tone.
“It’s my company, it doesn’t matter if I’m late,” he said as he started to softly kiss her neck, smiling against her skin when he heard her breath hitch. “Just ten minutes.”
“We don’t have ten minutes.” She still didn’t make any attempt to move, she was almost hypnotised by Bruce’s touch. He trailed his kisses along her jaw and down her throat, before kissing across her collarbones and cleavage, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into her hips.
“We can make time, it’s not a problem,” he mumbled against her skin as he pulled her hips further into his. She hummed at the friction and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, one of her hands stroking his hair.
“Okay, ten minutes.”
Just as Bruce had dipped his hand under her top and started to pull it up over her head, they both heard the bedroom door click and creak open. Y/N looked over her shoulder in a daze and immediately snapped out of it when she saw Alfred standing in the doorway, obviously expecting them to still be asleep.
“Ah,” he said flatly, clearly accustomed to seeing this in the morning. “I see you’ve managed to get up without my help.”
Me ready to simp for another fictional man:
Yandere Genshin Impact; Vision Marks pt.1
Characters included: Zhongli, Xiao, Venti
Tw: fem reader, Yandere behavior, Dark Content, Toxic relationship, physical violence, NSFW , non-con, drugging
Lovers marking eachother with their own vision marks are common.
Even lovers with the same vision mark each other.
The process is a beautiful thing. It doesn’t hurt at all, when love is Mutual it blooms naturally on your skin. Some say the feeling is akin to soft kisses on your skin; others say it’s like a soft tickle session, with giggles filling your tummy. Some say it’s orgasmic, the best feeling you’ve ever felt in your life, it’ll make you ring out in love for days on end.
People who’ve marked each other are said to feel a connection with one another. They can feel each other’s emotions to an extent and also gain a sense for when the other is in danger.
But; If there isn’t love a foot. Vision marks can be…. Awful.￼
Vision marks coming from anyone but lovers; hurt.
The pain scale comes from how much malice you have for said person; it could be something of sorta uncomfortable to the feeling of an organ failing.
One that would make you feel uncomfortable would be Zhongli’s.
He’s overbearing. He takes control of your life. But with his Wealth he makes up for it. You want that? Sure. (Just make sure he has his wallet.) With his strength he’ll invite you over and just say “you can’t leave now.” Your escape attempts will end in him simply wagging his finger. “Where do you think you’re going?” His punishments would be spanking, he treats you like a child. Just thinking you’re so innocent and stupid. You don’t realize how good this is for you. This is your home now, HIS vision mark will make you realize it.
“You’ve done it now, you’ve had your fun but now it’s over. I’m tired of these silly little games.” He holds you by your hair and lifts you up with ease. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. You’ll see soon.” He whispers his arm moving towards your exposed stomach. You feel a beam of power, unexplained and uncomfortable shifting to and thou in his grasp trying to get away. Now you had a geo vision mark on your lower abdomen, that didn’t belong to you. Blinking and now implanted in your brain was a small voice whispering “this is home.” “This is home.” Your eyes widen, as the thoughts boomed in your head. In about two days or so Zhongli is pleased, your naive brain caved and you finally understood “This is home”.
Xiao’s would be of similar discomfort, but sparks of pain shoot through it every time you disobey him.
It was a simple process. He liked you. He took you. He never understood why humans make things so difficult. Either you learn to love him or he forces you into submission. No matter how much you begged, pled or yelled at him he wasn’t going to let you go. He doesn’t even talk to you most days. He just sits down on the balcony railing with his back turned watching the sky and ground below him. But the second you move. “Where do you think you’re going?”. He makes you feel like more of a nuisance then a lover. The way he rolls his eyes while watching you eat. The way he lets out a small ‘tch’ when you go to sleep. It’s like your bothering him but for some reason he’s keeping you here? He just doesn’t understand human functions nonetheless a human’s mind. Escape attempts are not tolerated by Xiao at all. First of all he’ll find you easily, second of all he will break a bone in your body. A rib, an arm, a leg, as long as it’s not critical to your health he’ll break it. He won’t break more then one at a time, so if you make him really pissed off he’ll have to wait for the first bone to heal and he WILL remember. Then he hears wind about vision marking…
You didn’t do anything. “W-What are you doing!?” You asked the male in confusion and fear. The male had silently picked up your right arm, examining it like he usually does before he breaks it. “M-my left arm is still broken! You said you wouldn’t break two at once-“ “I know what I said…. Be quiet… your panic is annoying.” He said above a whisper still examining your arm. You watched nervously seeing his hand glow lightly, he raised it up as if he was going to hit you. You shriveled back, but his hold on you tightened. “Don’t move.” He commanded. And now he slammed his hand on your right arm. He didn’t break the bone but your brain felt as if it had melted. Your body pulsed rapidly as a anemo mark that didn’t belong to you began to appear on your arm. His eyes watched in curiosity, watching your small spasms and shakes as the mark implanted itself in your body. “Obey” “Obey” “Obey him” began to bounce around your mantle. “Look at me.” When you didn’t… you felt a stinging in your arm. The second you looked at him, it ceased. You’ve been forced to Obey him.
Venti’s would never hurt you…. Per say. His makes you… feel a certain way. Makes you remember only he can make you feel like this.
Venti doesn’t capture you… per say. He keeps you by his side. “Another drink for my fair lady!” “Two more rounds over here!” “One more! One more!” He’s spending so much on you… how could you deny another drink. He keeps you by his side all night, drunken cheeks, slurs and all when he speaks to you. His heart beating quickly, you were the only woman in all of the hundred thousand years of his life that caught his eye. “Don’t goooo~… you can’t leave me…~” he begs holding your arm. “You can’t walk home alone~! It’s night time!” Your drunk, you don’t think about the fact that he’s drunk as well. You nod as Venti leads you home. To his home. You messed up. Now you can’t leave. He’s so nice tho… He brushes your hair lovingly styling it. Makes you food. And he’s so sickeningly sweet, his emotions, his faces the way he looks at you. The way his wings would pop out and a face full of love would stare back at you. It was sickening. He goes out every night and brings back drinks for the both of you to drink tell you black out but he misses the bar, the cheer actually going out with you. He’d love to do that but… you’re just so resentful towards him. He looks naive but he knows the first thing you’ll do is run off. It’s been a month and Venti’s ready to take it to the next level to truly give you ALL of his love. But you deny his advances. He just wants to make you feel good! Hmm… he heard about something lovers do about fifty years ago. Vision marking? Was it?
Venti loomed over you. His face was full of lust. He grasped your face with a love filled smile. His wings fluttering and forming on his back. “Love, please… let me make you feel good~” he held your cheek and kissed you, trying to shove his tongue into mouth but you pushed back on him, moving and kicking him away. “Get off of me! You swine!”. Swine? Venti felt his heart crack… he always knew it but never acted on it. He’s been too nice, he’s been too kind to you. He quickly pounced on you, his grip strong something you’ve never felt before from Venti. His archon marks began to glow, but his look of love never left his face. “My love… I tried everything. I want to be one with you… I want to connect with you… with this you’ll be mine and I’ll be your~” One of his palms grasped the end of your shirt rolling it up and exposing your stomach. His hand then drifted downwards grabbing your pant’s end and exposing your panties to him. Before you could say, move or do anything. You felt a rush, wave, overwhelming heat. Shaking in your legs, boiling in your core, the feeling of burst but not there. A glowing Anemo mark formed on your heat. “Venti! Venti! Venti! Only Venti can make me feel release!” Your brain yelled at you. Your mind was nothing but a pan of scrambled eggs. Your legs bucking, your tongue rolling out of your mouth. You looked towards Venti in nothing more but lust, like a dog in heat. Venti could only smile lovingly leaning in forward and kissing you slipping his tongue into your mouth while his hands went down to your panties, his fingers going to soothe your core. He’s so happy, now he could touch you, now he could love you, now you’ll both become one. Now you’ll both be happy.
(Y/n): Twilight Sparkle was the main character because she represented the power of friendship.
Shigaraki: Please…Just let us go!
Dabi: I don’t wanna hear this anymore!!!
(Y/n): I’m not done! >:(
(Y/n): and RainbowDash was like the sporty girl~
Toga: Which one’s RainbowDash again?
All Might: I can’t tell if it was a good idea or a bad idea to put (Y/n) on Interrogation duty…
Lov, groaning in the background:
(Y/n): And AppleJack was the “YeeeHAW” Cowgirl!
I have no shame, anonymous thingy off, can you pls write for Cam <3 no specifics tbh I just love him
Misc. Romantic Headcanons with Camilo Madrigal
✩ Masterlist! ✩
✩ Warnings: gender-neutral reader ✩
✩ Taglist: @ban-canram ✩
✩ Length: 1.2k || Read on Ao3 ✩
✩ A/N: hey i love you and i love Camisole here you go <3 expect a part 2 soon ✩
Camilo is singlehandedly the most clingy boyfriend you’ve ever met. He refuses to let go of your hand. Doesn’t matter where you are. You’re holding his hand, and you’re gonna have to deal with it. When Cami has something he wants to show you, he laces your fingers together and pulls you along.
Kisses. Kisses all day, every day, constantly. Nose kisses, forehead kisses, kisses on the back of your hand, kisses up your arm like Gomez from Addams Family. Camilo gets the last one from his father, who does the same thing to Pepa.
Camilo’s love language is physical touch and acts of service. He makes the bed in the morning, makes you breakfast, even does some of your chores for you if he has time. At dinner, he sets a place for you next to him at the dinner table so he has an excuse to a) constantly bump your hand when he passes you stuff, and b) so he can easily press his leg against yours underneath the table.
He lets you wear his ruana!!!! He sees you shivering one day when you forgot to bring a jacket, so he slips his off and puts it on you. Cami wraps you up like a lil’ burrito <3 He also uses it as an excuse to hug you from behind.
One day, Cami finally convinces you to have a sleepover with him, so he plans the entire day with cute, couple-y things to do. The day begins with breakfast with his family, then right after he speeds through his chores, he takes you on a walk through the forests surrounding Encanto. Camilo leads you to a secluded spot where he had an entire picnic already set up, a wicker basket chock full of his tía Juliet’s arepas, empanadas, and other various snack foods she decided to pack for you two.
While you were eating, Cam notices that you had gotten food on your face; so being the little romantic devil that he is, instead of simply telling you about it, he kisses it off of your cheek. He loves how flustered you get when he does it <3
The rest of the day consists of Cami dragging you around town shopping and watching people perform in the town square. When the sun starts to set, Cam brings you back to Casita, where Isabella was waiting for him with a smirk on her face.
“You having fun, loverboy?” she teases him.
“Isa, shut the fUCK UP—”
When you actually do get to the sleepover part of your day, Camilo is all over you once he gets you inside his room. If you think he’s glued to your hip when you’re out in public together, you won’t believe how glued to you he is in private. Cam’s hands cup your cheeks when he kisses you, the pads of his thumbs stroking your cheekbones. He doesn’t go past aggressive make-out sessions, however. Mostly because he doesn’t want to rush the relationship, not wanting to push your boundaries.
Camilo is so lovesick, it’s disgusting. He literally looks like a cartoon character with heart eyes. When he hasn’t seen you in a while, he pushes the food around on his plate because he’s too caught up in his own head thinking about you. Abuela thought he was sick, so she asked Julieta to cook him something but, Dolores spills the beans about his crush on you.
Now, the whole family is invested in Camilo’s crush/relationship with you. Even Casita is in on it. Whenever you come over, Casita moves the tiles so you’re now standing directly in front of Cami. Like, nose to nose, can feel his breath on your skin, kind of close. It makes Cami super duper flustered, which is a wonderful bonus. Whenever Casita does it, you simply kiss Camilo on the nose and smile at him.
Dolores tells you all about Camilo, even things he thought no one knew about. Like how his heart beats really fast when you’re around, or how his palms get really sweaty when he’s waiting for you to arrive. Or how he paces around his room at night when he’s nervous.
Dolores loves to tease her younger brother about you, elbowing him in the side with a knowing smirk. At dinners, she’ll purposely bring up embarrassing things that Cami’s done, just to see him grow flustered and hide behind his hands, pulling his hair down in front of his eyes. Specifically, embarrassing things that he’s done because you were around. One time, he saw you shopping on your own in town and he stared at you instead of looking where he was going. He ran right into a wall, causing his gift to glitch, making him look fish-eyed.
Camilo loves to entertain you with his gift! He enjoys shapeshifting into people and putting on little skits to make you laugh.
“Hey, mi vida?” he asks, his head cocked to one side.
“Who’s your favorite person?”
You didn’t even have to think about it before replying, the answer obvious. “My favorite person is you, silly.”
Cami asked you who your favorite person was so he could shift into them to use them in a skit, so he wasn’t expecting you to reply with such a sweet answer. It made him feel all soft and mushy on the inside, almost as if he was going to melt into a puddle right then and there. Camilo moves to sit on your lap, his arms wrapping around your neck. “Mmm, cariño,” he groans, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “Te amo tanto, mi vida.”
He’s so genuinely in love with you it’s not even funny. In the big foyer of Casita, he’ll teach you how to dance if you don’t already know how. Even if you do know how to dance, he’ll show you new moves he’s made up recently, or he’ll just opt to sway around with you like a slow dance. Camilo stares at you unabashedly when you’re looking down at your feet as you try to match his footsteps, only looking away when you catch him staring. Once you get the hang of it, Cami’ll spin then dip you, allowing him to smirk and kiss you like the romantic he is.
It’s always either early in the morning before everyone else is awake, or later at night when the sun is setting when he dances with you. He chooses those times specifically since he loves the way the rising/setting sun washes over your pretty features. And it’s typically when most of his family is out of the house, giving you two some alone time together outside of his room.
Camilo will fall asleep in your lap sometimes when you two’re snuggling together. At first, it starts off with him resting his head on your shoulder before it eventually evolves into him sliding down enough for his head to fall into your lap. You always run your hands through his soft, curly, golden-brown hair. Whenever you do, a smile appears on his face, even when he’s sound asleep. You keep a hand free, so you’re able to trace the soft curves of his face, the pads of your fingers running back and forth over the bridge of his nose and over his eyebrows.
Summary: It was a cold morning and your step-father just woke up. He might’ve wanted you to warm him up.
Pairing: Stepfather!Draco Malfoy x Reader
Warning: 18+, Minors dni!, Stepcest, Cockwarming, Daddy kink, Age gap (Reader is pf age), Humiliation, and Degradation.
Word count: 0.8k
“Don’t move around too much, darling.”
Just an hour ago, you were being the good daughter you are to your mother. Cleaning the pile of dishes that were left on the counter. Amidst washing the plates, you felt someone behind you.
The familiar strong scent drunks your nose. Jumping slightly when two sets of fingers touched your hips. The minty breath hits your nape and your nose.
“What’re you doing sweetheart?” A drawled and weary voice shivered your spines. You looked behind your shoulder and well behold your step-father. His blonde hair resting in a nice messy way as you assume he just had awoken. His grey droopy eyes stare blankly at the plate that you were scrubbing a while ago.
“W-washing dishes…” He replied with a hum, fiddling with the hem of your top. “It’s kind of cold, don’t you think?” Your body jerked forward when his agonising touch pulled down on your shorts just to your thighs, eventually dropping to the floor. His hand slowly and gracefully slid down into your panties, where you gasped and unintentionally dropped the plate, causing loud clunks of dishes.
“Honey? What’s going on down there?” The voice of your mother frightened you. Telling you to push him away and stop this instance. But no, you can’t because he did not stop at that. His fingers prodding at your clit, rubbing on them as slow as he can.
“N-nothing mother! I j-just dropped a- aaah plate.” When you felt the backside of your panty going down, you instantly opened the faucet. There are just some things that he does that surprise you to this day.
You closed your eyes, hoping for the better that either your mom leaves the house or he stops. Not for long though. The falling water stopped and a creak of metal was heard. “Don’t waste water, honey.”
Okay, he’s getting on your nerves. Nature issues, yes. You should not waste water. But financial issues? This man could buy a whole damn resort if he wants. You rolled your eyes, wiping your hands with the cloth near you and covering your mouth with it. You can’t let your mother know about your little escapades with her husband. Your step-father. Although she had done terrible things way before you and he did it. Draco said his part. It’s your choice whether to believe it or not.
Your moans were thankfully muffled when he finally was going in you. Slowly. Painfully slow. His head dipped on your shoulder when he was halfway through. Biting his groans on it. It was wrong. He knew from the first it was wrong. However, he can’t stop. He can’t stop plummeting his eyes to the way that your breasts jumped when you run around the house to look for something. He can’t help himself when you wear those inviting shorts near him. And when he and you finally had sex? He can’t control himself with the way that clamped around him. Your velvety walls hanging on his cock for dear life just like now.
The sinful tunes that you emit. The lewd music that came from your mouth because of him. Everything. Everything about you just keeps tempting him to do more and more.
Once he finally bottoms out. He carried his head again and watched you sigh in relief. “Proceed to your chores. M’just keeping myself warm.” You just want to bang his head on the counter. He was annoying you yet again. But could you push him away? No. It was never a question.
His cock stayed warm in you. And it keeps both of you heated. Not just in temperature, but in some other kind of way. You want him to move so bad but you need to focus. You continued washing the dishes, not wanting your mother to raise suspicions about why it’s suddenly so quiet. But again. How? How could you not stop yourself by telling him to move when he provokes you with his naughty words.
“Hmm, darling. Keep me warm like that.”
“Squeeze me darlin’. I love it.”
“What if your mother walks in? What if she sees her dear daughter keeping his husband’s cock warm?
“Such a slut for daddy? Such a cock slut for your step-father? Hmm?”
Then, the long-awaited sentence was finally heard. Brings both you and Draco excitement as you squeezed more around him and you feel his cock harder than before.
“Y/N! I’m going out with some friends. Tell Draco that I won’t be home till midnight.” Your mother’s voice echoed through the halls down to your ears.
“O-okay mum!” Just a minute later, you heard the door shut. Which leads to you and Draco being all alone until midnight.
“Why don’t you put that thing down? I’m getting jealous of how you work on that instead of m’cock.”
Please don’t be shy to ask for a request. Anything is acceptable and I mean anything. 💕🌷
𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐭 || 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢
summary: you’re feeling a little nostalgic about ran’s hair
pairing: ran haitani x gn!reader
word count: 0.6k+
“what’s with the pout?”.
you’re not sure how he caught you staring at him. ran’s eyes were glued to the television as he sat on the sofa next to you. maybe he could feel you looking at him instead of the movie playing? you could never really be subtle around him.
even though you’ve been caught, you try to feign innocence. “i’m not pouting. i was just thinking” you argue, crossing your arms over your chest.
seeming intrigued, ran crawls over until he’s hovering over you ever so slight. lifting your chin so you have no choice but to gaze into those violet orbs of his, ran sends you a playful smirk. “yeah? do share what that pretty mind of yours was conjuring up”.
the warmth in your cheeks rises at his words. why did he always have to do this to you? you wished you could look away from him but ran’s grip on your chin, gentle yet firm, keeps you right where you are. you’re so flustered that you don’t answer him.
your twisted tongue only appears to amuse ran even more. chuckling, he places kisses along your jawline. “don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart. you had no problem staring at me earlier. look at me and tell me what’s going through your head”.
biting your lip, your confession comes tumbling out. “i miss your long hair”.
it’s not often that you take ran off guard. it’s usually him surprising you with his antics. in this rare instance you make ran pull away from you, with one eyebrow raised. “is that a fact?” he replied, running a hand through his much shorter purple and black locks. “i think i look fine like this. what exactly do you miss about it?”.
“you look handsome, nothing could change that” you reassure, tucking a loose strand behind his ear. “but remember when i used to be able to braid your hair? that was so fun” you sigh, thinking back to all those times you and ran would be watching television just like you are now. he’s be sitting in front of you as you played with his hair and put it into those twin braids he sported when the pair of you were younger.
“well if you wanna braid hair i can call rindou to call over. he’s grown his out. granted i doubt he’ll enjoy it as much as i used to” ran hums, having recovered from his initial shock and was now back to his usual teasing self.
“wouldn’t be the same”.
ran supposed that was fair. not that he’d want to watch you braid his brother’s hair anyway. he already knows that would result in him feeling a bit of jealousy. “in that case, i can’t snap my fingers and grow my hair but you can do what you want with the bit i have” ran suggestions with a lazy grin.
“does that mean i can style it however i want?”.
“put barrettes and bows in it and everything?”.
“anything for you sweetheart”.
“so i can take a picture when i’m done rolling you up and send it to rindou?”.
“maybe not that far” ran draws a line, causing you to let out a little “hmph”. “but whatever else is fair game. anything to make my baby happy” ran adds. that earns a slow grin from you.
kissing his forehead, you hop off the sofa to race into the bathroom to grab your hair supplies. meanwhile, ran waits in the living room, laughing lightly at how excited you were. he’s a bit of a hypocrite though because his heart’s pattering in his chest giddily, awaiting your return.
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Incorrect TUA-2 (FivexReader)
Five: I hate you
Y/n: [in their head] Enemies to lovers, slowburn, angst with happy ending, 300k+ words
Series Masterlist // Want More Marvel…?
Scott Lang X Fem!MindReader!Reader
Warnings and Tags: Wedding/Marriage mentions, mind reading, alcohol
Honorable Mentions: Cassie Lang, Nastaha Romanov, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Pepper Potts
Notes: Events mentioned from parts The Things We Do (7), Seventeen Going Under (9) and Self Preservation (3)
“So,” Natasha raised an eyebrow as she popped a fry into her mouth, “that whole croissant thing wasn’t a date then?”
‘I call horseshit, (Y/N).’
The mind reader in question winced, backing out of her teammate’s head. “What is up with everybody and using my gift to antagonize me?”
“Because it’s fun.”
“For you, maybe.”
Nat’s expression lightened a tad, "I'd never do it seriously. You know that."
(Y/N) let her shoulders relax. "I know, I know."
She had hoped the slight detour of conversation would distract the redhead enough. Of course, despite all of her knowledge, she was sorely mistaken.
“So now you and Scott are going on a real date, then?”
“It’s not a date. I am going as his date to a wedding.”
“… please explain to me how those two are different.”
“They’re different,” (Y/N) began, leaning her weight onto the counter in front of her, “because this is just Tony settling down finally and he needs another eye witness to confirm it.”
The assassin snorted, shaking her head, “Okay, you might be right about that little part.”
It wasn’t little. When Tony even announced that Pepper had finally, finally said yes to marrying him, she was sure half of the team suffered an aneurysm. Bets were lost. Society collapsed.
Maybe that was a bit dramatic. Besides the betting.
“Plus, Scott could’ve asked anyone.”
Although, no mention of anyone else crossed his mind at the time.
“He could’ve asked me.”
“He is terrified of you.”
“Is this because of the whole—“
“Because of the whole ‘you beat his ass into the ground during training’ thing? Yes, Nat. It is.”
The gentle sounds of live violin filled the air of the wedding venue. It must’ve been on Pepper’s insistence that something besides classic rock was played throughout the reception.
The bride- now wife- in question smiled at her husband. Tony grinned back. Just as awestruck. Just as in love.
Man, they were awfully sweet to each other when they thought no one was paying attention. (Y/N) spared herself the mental dialogues, though. She didn’t need to feel the need to flush out her ears today.
Most of the thought traffic in the room was manageable. She did get bored from time to time, but knew better than to investigate.
She might’ve heard others current monologues, but tried not to delve. Not unless she was asked. Not unless something was on the line. Memories, traumas… they haunted you, once you knew about them. Changed a bit of how you looked at someone.
She sat at the table, remembering this as she spotted Wanda and Vision on the dance floor. Christ. This whole room was filled with such tender love. The witch’s nose scrunched as she looked up at her love, a dreamy smile on her face.
Maybe just a peek…
‘Moy milyy, vsegda takoy tsarstvennyy...’
Ah. If only (Y/N) knew Russian. She forgot that was Wanda’s first language. All in all, it did sound very soft in tone—
‘(Y/N), (Y/N), please hear me dear fuck…’
What? She glanced around. It didn’t sound like… overly scared. (Y/N) kept an ear to the ground out of concern… especially if it concerned Scott.
But… was he actively searching her out?
Did he know? Did Cassie tell him?
She spotted her date across the room, at the bar. A woman stood in front of him, her manicured hand reaching around his bicep. Ew. A twinge settled in her chest before his eyes met hers from across the room.
‘Save me. She won’t stop trying to hit on me. Save me.’
Ah. Her shoulders relaxed a tad as she stood from her seat. After all he did for her, time and time again, she could do this.
Especially if it got this woman’s talons out of his arm.
She damn near felt his inner sigh as she began approaching. (Y/N) worked very hard to not have it melt into her. It was a failed effort.
‘ThankyouThankyouThankyou- damn, that dress is killer- I MEAN-‘
She would spare him the embarrassment of acknowledging that statement. She would turn it over in her head again and again, though. Fair trade.
Scott’s conversational partner paid no mind to the ordeal. Was unaware of it, at the moment. She didn’t seem so bad, if not a bit over eager. Happened to the best of them.
It did have to be put out of its misery, though, if Scott’s uncomfortable expression said anything about it.
(Y/N) reached them, smiling at Scott, “Hey, I thought I lost you.”
The woman’s eyes flickered over to her.
The hero grinned, taking the momentary surprise to free his arm, “As if you could lose me.”
‘I really wish that wasn’t so close to the truth.’
… (Y/N) would scream about that later.
He stepped closer, holding her to his side by the waist gently, “Maxx, I haven’t introduced you to my date. This is (Y/N).” His thumb grazed along the seam of the dress, sending goosebumps down her arms.
The woman’s expression dropped, if only by a little. “Oh. Nice to meet you.” The women shook hands. (Y/N) might’ve kept her grip a bit firm… but only because of good first impressions only. Yep.
“You as well. Scott been keeping you entertained?”
“I…” Maxx went into a flush. She almost felt bad for the woman. “Yeah. He’s awesome.”
‘Hm. She thinks I’m awesome…. Unless she’s lying… would she lie like that? (Y/N), are you lying? Can you hear me still?’
She gave no indication she heard.
The other woman shifted her stance, looking about the room, “I think I lost my own date… excuse me….”
The two heroes watched as she walked away. (Y/N) did feel a bit bad. After the fact, that was.
Scott let out a sigh, flexing his grip before letting the hand on her waist drop, “Thank you.”
(Y/N) let out half a laugh, moving to the bar to order herself a drink. She usually didn’t… but she needed it this time. “Hey, you’ve saved my ass plenty of times.”
‘Not like she isn’t more than capable.’
(Y/N) shook her head after placing her request with the tender. “You literally got me to safety after I was shot.”
‘And I’d do it again.’
“Well, not like I could let you die because of a power hungry jackass.”
“… you’d better be talking about the HYDRA agent that actually shot me and not Tony who didn’t know better.”
“Is he ever going to earn your forgiveness for that?”
“An open bar helps things,” he said before requesting his own beer.
“Cheers to that,” (Y/N) shook her head, lifting her freshly made drink in fellowship.
He hummed, leaning against the bar as they waited. “Seriously, though. Thank you. She was trying to act like she was actually interested in me.”
She raised an eyebrow, “Oh, wow. A woman being interested in a cool superhero. How blind she must be to try to hit on you.”
She did as well.
‘She heard that. You heard that. How long have you been listening?’
Oh Christ. Stare ahead. Act dumb.
“I know you heard me,” he spoke as his beer was delivered.
‘She heard me. Shit. You heard me- You’re hearing me. How often do you do that?’
Christ. Way to assume the ten year old would out her, when in reality, it seemed they were more capable.
“Give me a second.”
‘A second? Why is this answer taking a second? Fuckfuckfuck-‘
“Just… just let me figure out how to word this,” she said, pinching the bridge of her nose.
‘I can do that…. I can… but god fucking damn it… how much did she hear? Christ, is she —‘
“Yes,” she finally answered, “I can hear you. Always can.”
“Always? You just listen in on me-“
“No,” she insisted, finally looking at him, “I don’t… choose to. You’re just…”
‘I’m just what? Annoying?’
“… loud,” she finished.
‘Loud? Shit… maybe the kindergarten teachers were right… not that they have any say on me since they were in charge of Cassie…’
“It’s not a bad thing,” she assured him, instinctively reaching out to grab his hand, “and I promise I’m not choosing to. You are just…”
Scott turned his hand to hold hers. For what reason, he didn’t say outright. Inner or otherwise.
‘Hm. Vibrant. Worse things to be called…’
“I am working on tuning you out… and I hold nothing you’ve thought against you.”
‘… nothing I’ve thought?… wait… OH WAIT—‘
She raised a hand to stop him, scoffing, “Scotty, relax. Yes… I’ve heard a lot. I’m not offended by anything, though.”
He furrowed his brow thoughtfully.
‘Holding nothing against me…’
(Y/N) gripped his hand a bit firmer.
‘Your hand is soft.’
She sighed, taking a glance out over the room. “Trust me, if I had to hear what everyone thought all of the time… I’d go insane…. But… if I had to have chosen anyone to… it would’ve been you.”
‘That shouldn’t make me feel special…. It does.’
“Thank you,” he said.
“Of course,” she assured him.
‘… is she this clueless?’
She blinked, furrowing her own brow back at him, “Clueless? I hardly think I’m clueless.”
He studied her for a moment.
‘Oh, you really are clueless despite this.’
She broke out into mild offense as he started chuckling, “Hey just because I told you I can hear you doesn’t mean you get to be mean.”
“I’m not being mean.”
‘I’m really not. Just… surprised.’
His thought process went veering in a different direction. Away from the answer.
On purpose, now.
‘The music is nice. Maybe Tony has good taste in women and music…. Probably the only two things…’
“Wanna dance?” he asked, nodding out to the dance floor.
She clicked her tongue. He was already frustratingly vague on accident. On purpose was a bit fucking cruel of him.
“You’re really gonna keep me in the dark about this little inside joke you have in your head?”
‘… Yeah. I think I am.’
She sighed. Took a big swig of her drink. Fine. He could keep his secrets. Suppose he was entitled to a few, after knowing so much about him under the radar.
“… fine. But you have to make some sort of nice comment to Tony tonight.”
He shook his head, already beginning to pull her in the direction he wanted.
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wake up, fall down.
JAMES POTTER X READER
summary: james doesn't get drunk often but when he does, chaos follow.
tw: mentions of alcohol! requested by the lovely @wrathspoet | very short btw.
James woke up with a headache so bad that he wished he could stay in bed all day. But there was a big match that morning, so he had to get up.
Maybe five more minutes wouldn't hurt...?
"GET THE FUCK UP!" you hit his head with the softest pillow you could find, but he still jumped up with shock — not by the pillow, but by your presence in the room.
"What the—?" he saw you towering over him with a glare. "What are you doing here?"
"I should be asking you that," you said through gritted teeth. James fell sideways to the floor, right off the mattress. He groaned, looking around him.
Nope, it definitely wasn't his room.
"What am I doing in your dormitory?" he asked, standing up slowly. He immediately gasped, looking at the bed and then at you. "No."
"Can you please get ready?" you threw his quidditch robes to his face; something Sirius had brought over earlier. "The match starts in less than an hour."
"What happened last night?" The question was aimed mainly at himself, but you ignored him anyway. Think, think!
There was a party, he was sure of it. The rest of the details were more than a little fuzzy.
"I promised McGonagall that I'd make sure you reach there on time, so let's go!"
"But—" He looked down and saw that he was fully clothed while waking up. He let out a breath he didn't know was holding. Now that he was sure he didn't actually sleep with you, he thought back on the last thing he could remember.
You're just saying that because you don't wanna drink it.
Have you ever tried it? No! This seems as good as night as any to change that.
"Some shithead from Ravenclaw asked me to drink!" he yelled triumphantly. "I remember now! Well, fragments. I must have been drunk off my ass but how did I reach here?"
"I was helping you sober up," you said, sighing.
He laughed because the prospect of you helping him seemed demonic. You rarely saw him eye to eye on any topic, let alone be acquaintances for a night. You kept fidgeting with your watch, which didn't go unnoticed either.
"Look, we don't have to talk about it," you shrugged, pointing to the robes. "Just get to the match in one piece."
Now that made him suspicious. Before you could leave the room to let him change his clothes, he got in front of the door to block your path.
"What did I do?" he asked, wide-eyed and innocent. "I can't even remember—"
Oh, but then he did. Seeing how you weren't meeting his eyes, he remembered.
Oh gods, I love you so much.
Are you drunk?
Yes, but that's not relevant. Kiss me.
Potter, you need to sleep.
You don't want to... kiss me?
It's - I - STOP with your puppy eyes. I'll kiss you when you are sober. Deal?
"Oh!" his mouth fell open. He noted that you weren't angry, just flustered. A smug smile spread over his features. "Well, I think you owe me a kiss—"
Before he could complete that sentence, you had grabbed his jaw and pressed your lips against his. He stiffened under your touch, then kissed you deeper. Your tongue was dangerously close to his, and he felt it fit to make it more... pleasurable. His hand trailed behind your back, but you stepped away hastily.
"That was a kiss," he whispered, panting.
You rolled your eyes, though there was a ghost of a smile on your face. "Good luck with the match."
"Thank you. Wait," he gasped. "You kissed me because you knew I'd think about it all day long and get distracted! YOU WANT GRYFFINDOR TO LOSE!"
"WITCH! YOU'RE A WITCH!"
"Yeah, that was implied with my Hogwarts letter—"
"I'M SO MAD AT YOU BUT I'LL SEE YOU AFTER THE MATCH! DON'T YOU DARE TRY TO WINK AT ME FROM THE STANDS UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO FALL OFF MY BROOM!"
cw. pussy slaps. manhandling. size kink. degrading. aftercare.
we can all agree that bakugo would absolutely abuse your cunt before bruising your cervix. Literally spanking your pussy, pinching your sensitive clit all because “your pretty little cunt was just asking for it, all soaked and clenching around nothing like a fucking whore.” Not to mention his massive ribbed cock stretching your poor little pussy out. He’d be so mean about it but as soon as he’s done and you cant even walk, so full and sore, he’d kiss your poor abused little cunt, and carry you around since he’d made you so useless. poor baby. but that aftercare? such a big sweet asshole.
☂︎ — [hc] DATING BRUCE WAYNE
pairing: bruce wayne x gn! reader
a/n: eugh….. o….eu..gh………
it’ll take a while for anything to happen between you too, even platonically
he doesn’t converse with people outside his circle (consisting of alfred, jim and that’s basically it once selina leaves)
brucie baby doesn’t have any hobbies — other than masked vigilantism
and listening to nirvana and being sad on motorcycles
you want to help him thru his shit obviously, but he wouldn’t even want you near him
he knows he needs help — he’s been living like this the past decade, how could he not?
he really does need to learn some self care. and to go to therapy.
he does not think he’s good enough for you
the turning point is probably late one night at the bat cave
he thinks he’s real sneaky but it’s almost too easy to get in
he’s all bruised and bloody, eyeshadow smudged all over his face down to the curve of his cheekbones
he tries to get you to go away through muffled words
but you tell him to sit down and he’s already too beat up to argue with you
plus he knows you’d win either way
you help him peel off the armour and mask, cleaning up some of the rougher gashes before retrieving the first aid kit
you don’t ask questions.
you decide to quell the reaction to him being the batman.
he likes the simplicity of the interaction.
“i know you think you’re in the clear, but we will be talking about this tomorrow, bruce.”
and you do, thought it’s mostly him being stubborn and trying to dance around explaining everything
eventually he sort of warms to you
it’s organic and awkward
you start tagging along with him places, staying to help him investigate whatever crime he’s fixated on
and he starts to expect you there alongside him
so whenever you do get into the dating scene, he’s not the happiest
you bond over technologies and being a team with one another
but the late nights with silence and some steady music in the background while you bandage him up? those are his favourites
once he realizes he does have romantic feelings towards you, he’ll probably try and push you away :/
he’ll stop calling as often (he prefers talking over text, plus he doesn’t entirely get technology, even with all the forensic programs he has running on the computers underground.)
he’ll avoid you, telling alfred to tell you he’s not there
but of course, alfred knowing it’s for the good of him, let’s you in
you thank him quickly before rushing to the elevator
after all, you’ve become accustomed to each other’s living spaces
he’s shocked to see you.
firstly, upset and then just. yearn-y
he did really miss you.
and now you’re here, you’re angry with him, and it’s his fault.
you give him a chance to explain himself and he tries — he works all the words out in his head
but all he can muster out is “i can’t stay away from you.”
oh god he’s a mess.
you stay the night, occupying the other half of the ridiculously huge bed alfred insists he at the very least he has down in the ‘batcave’ so he doesn’t always fall asleep at his desk
he curls around you while you sleep. his body is cold but you don’t mind
you help him wash off the cheap eyeshadow and properly wash his face for the first time in a while
he appreciates it. a lot.
you take care of him. and he takes care of you
he likes when you sit with him while he makes repairs to whatever gadget he’s somehow broken or when his costume’s ripped
which happens a lot
you do try to get him out of his underground getaway, resulting usually in you both sitting in front of the fireplace — reading, cuddling, drinking, whatever gets him some natural light
you dress up together in disguises (big hoodies, sunglasses, caps, what have you) to go walk around the city like normal people do.
bruce is in high demand by all the magazines, meaning whenever you do want to go out you do have to play it safe
he’s a busy man, crime never sleeps and neither does he
you have to force him to go to bed. usually by laying on top of him.
eventually he’ll stop and realize it’s fruitless — you always win
overall it’s a relationship filled with growth and fun
I made a thing...
(also plz don't repost, but rebloggings a-okay!)
(Y/n): Sign here
(Y/n), tapping the line:
(Y/n): sign here so we can finally get divorced, Duh.
Frontman:..we aren’t married.
(Y/n): just humor me ,decrepit old man
Frontman:…there’s a way to get rid of you?
(Y/n), tapping faster: yeah, HERE.
Frontman,dropping his pen: there, now leave me—
(Y/n), ripping the false layer off: HAHA! All the guards are mine now!!!
(Y/n), shoving the sheet in his face: You waver all your possessions to moi! Most importantly including your guards
(Y/n), jumping out a window: SAYONARA BEETCH. Boys, we’re going to Disney land!!!
𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ; Model! Kaeya x Model! M! Reader
𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ; [name] + Kaeya. Kaeya + [name]. Literal lovers<3
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ; blue = kaeya/purple = reader !!<3 (hinting @ friends 2 lovers<3)
𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 ; 1.8k !!
I've been thinkin' 'bout you for quite a while !
Looking through Vogue's new magazine, that showcased only the finest of models, a model that was proclaimed to be the season's hottest take, caught his light blue eyes as his normally nonchalant look didn't cross his face, his heart battering faster while everything seemed to pass by him slower. Paying the bill for his breakfast, he took his time getting to his shoot, not really caring what his director would say this time. '' Erm- Mr. Alberich? You'll need to wait for a few minutes, Sir!'' Who would dare take his time? Oh, for heaven's sake, don't tell him it's who he thinks it is. . '' Why would I need to wait?'' Kaeya inquired, gritting his pearly whites together.
" Well, Mr. [l.name] was invited to have a shoot here and his shoot was scheduled to end right before yours, however, it's taking quite a long time. .?" The explanation that came from his prized assistant didn't give him much needed satisfaction that he desired, that '' season's hottest take'' is taking his spotlight that he rightfully earned through work and dedication! Stampeding his way through the crowd of pestering fans that stood at the door, ignoring his assistants pleads to calm down and wait a few, his heart stopped yet again. I suppose he thought he'd be disgusted, that the picture's in Vouge has been edited and [name] wasn't that pretty, but dear heavens, he immediately felt weak in the knees. The suit the male was wearing fitted him quite nicely, a few hints of makeup showed on his face, making him look like an angel descending from the heavens. [name]'s features didn't leave his mind for the rest of the shoot, the blush that was continuously creeping on his face become quite evident as the male smiled in his direction.
You're on my mind everyday & every night ♡
My every thought is you, the things you do !
[name]'s heart fluttered in his chest as he realized the Kaeya Alberich was present at his shoot! Even though he was a model himself, it wasn't normal for him to meet such handsome men, for example: Kaeya Alberich, the most he could do was send a smile his way, a smile that enchanted Kaeya's heart in mysterious ways. It was such an enchanting feeling Kaeya had only felt once before, with a past lover whom he'd never forget. . A lover who was just like [name]. Same lavish hair, same intriguing eyes, and such a figure he'd never forget. Why now? Why was he reminded of his past lover, [m.name], while looking at [name]? Removing the thought from his mind, [name] walked up to him, holding out his soft-looking hand. '' I'm [name]! [name] [l.name]!'' Kaeya shakingly held out his sweaty palm, shaking [name]'s hand, making the male beam with happiness. '' Uhm, I-I know this is sudden but, would you like to eat some pastries with me? Th-There's some over there, and I want to get to know you better!''
Seems so satisfying to me, I must confess it, boy !
The blush that was now, once again, creeping on Kaeya's face bloomed like a rose in Spring, '' I'd love to. .'' Even though it started with Vouge, smiling, a handshake, and some mere pastries, the relationship began to bloom as if they'd known each other for years.
I like it ♡
[name]'s eyes met with Kaeya's as the snow began to tap the concrete ground, the new year coming just around the corner. The duo's ' friendship' anniversary was coming around the corner as well, it had been a year since the two had officially met. It was a full year of hiding a treasuring, interesting feeling that never, ever seemed to lay at bay when [name] was around. '' What? Is there somethin' on my face, or am I just so pretty that you gotta stare?" [name] cockily questioned, averting his gaze from the magazine that was held in his hands.
You send chill up my spine every time I take one look at you !
'' The second option, probably.'' [name] just laughed, shaking his head slightly and going back to his magazine. If only he knew the burning passion that grew inside of Kaeya everyday.
& I like it ♡
Boy, you're blowin' my mind with the things you say to me !
I like the way you comb your hair ♡
& I like those stylish close you wear ♡
'' Let's get going, we need to be on time.'' [name] reminded the male of his scheduled shoot Kaeya had already forgotten about, making him groan lightly, resisting the urge to stay right there and spend another hour chatting away with the male. '' Fine, Father Time, let's get goin'.'' A stifled laugh came from him, making Kaeya smile.
It's just the little things you do,
That show how much you really care !
Like when I'm all alone with you,
Kaeya let out a surprised noise as [name] kissed him, tears falling from [name]'s hues. Kaeya thought his confession was bound to be rejected! However, a reaction that he had wanted to the past four (4) years of their friendship made him eagerly kiss back. Paparazzi could be showering the library at this moment, but they couldn't care at the least bit. After a long, loving, passionate kiss filled to the brim with desperation, they finally pulled apart, both hating the new created pace, but they needed to breathe to survive, " Is that a yes. .?'' Laughing, [name] squeezed Kaeya into a hug, '' Yes, Kay, it's a official yes.''
You know exactly what to do !
The new pace that once was created before was now nonexistent making Kaeya smile into the kiss, lifting his lover off the ground, allowing him to wrap his legs around his waist. [name]'s hands were tangled in Kaeya's dark blue hair and Kaeya's hands gripping on [name]'s thighs.
You put that fire inside of me ♡
& make it more than just a dream !
& I like it !
Cami & Y/n at a haunted house
Camilo: Are you scared?
Camilo: It's ok I got you fam
Camilo: [Sneakers light up]
Camilo: Ok let's go