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[azrielslightintheshadows]

Oops

Azriel x f!Reader

Masterlist.

Summary; Azriel finally meets his mate but quickly regrets it when he finds out how energetic, excited and clumsy she is.

Warnings; mentions of injury. Swearing. Traumatized Cassian.

Just a quick thought I had last night.

Azriel was obsessed with finding his mate so when he finally found you he was ecstatic and then… horrified. He really started to believe that the cauldron was probably caring for his well-being by keeping you hidden. It probably wanted him to live for some years because now that he met you he doubted he would survive long. You were unbearable, insufferable and the reason he had at least one heart attack every day. He couldn’t understand how you could be so naive, energetic and excited every damn minute. Add clumsy to that recipe and there you have it… disaster. He had to remove all his weapons from the rooms you used too, then simple objects like a table lamp became an issue so he got rid of them too. He wondered if he had to remove all the furniture from his room and just leave a mattress on the floor. His shadows were sticking on his side every night exhausted from keeping an eye on you, they looked so desperate that he pitied them. 

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Azriel was on a mission and you were feeling bored, so you decided to see if Cassian wanted to hang out. You knocked on his bedroom door and waited, bouncing up and down from the anticipation. You heard some rustling and then the door opened. 

“Hey sweetie what’s up?” Cassian smiled when he saw you.

“Az went on a mission and I’m bored” you pouted “wanna hang out?” 

“Yes give me a second to get my shoes” he said and walked back into his room. 

When he came back you decided to go to the city and stroll around.

It was a busy day so the streets were filled with people, you watched as everyone walked around and a burst of energy hit you like a wave. 

“I’ll race you to the square” you yelled and took off. Cassian hot on your heels as he screamed “oh it’s on” 

Everyone jumped out of your way, their eyes wide and their jaws open. Usually you had to push your way through crowd but now that you had an Illyrian giant running behind you they were horrified. 

Just as you were reaching the square you tripped and landed face-first on the ground with a scream. Cassian tried to jump over you since he wasn’t able to stop but he couldn’t so he fell on top of you with a grunt. You felt the air leaving your lungs and groaned.

“Oh no, sweetie are you okay?” Cassian’s voice was soft as he rolled to the ground next to you, his expression panicked.

“Yeah I just…need…a moment…. to catch… my breath” you said between pants.

The general smiled and rubbed your back. 

After a while you pushed yourself up, a grin appearing on your face as you cheered “what’s next?” 

Cassian frowned and stared.

“What?” You asked.

“You want more?” He choked.

“Of course” you giggled and grabbed his arm pulling him with you. 

You guided him in an abandoned building that had been destroyed when the Hybern army attacked the city. You climbed to the roof and sat there.

“The view here is incredible” you said and stared the people passing by the street beneath you.

“You live in the house of wind where the view is a million times better” Cassian snorted.

“Yes but I can’t see the expressions on their faces” you shrugged and pointed at the people beneath you.

You were kicking your legs as you explained to Cassian that you liked to sit here and make stories about the passing by faeries.

“See that kid there? Well he has a crush on the store owner’s daughter so every day he goes there and buys an ice cream just to see her” 

“You can’t know that” Cassian exclaimed.

“No but that’s the fun part of the game… you can make your own stories” 

So you spent the rest of the day there, Cassian’s stories were hilarious and you were in tears, your abdomen aching from laughing so hard.

“Okay okay look at her” he pointed at a female who was running down the street “she had an awful first date with a stingy male and he took her to an old and cheap restaurant and now she has explosive diarrhea and she’s rushing home”

You burst into laughter and leaned forward, you couldn’t breathe and suddenly you lost your balance slipping from the roof and falling into the void. Cassian gasped and jumped, his wings flaring behind him but he wasn’t quick enough and with a groan you landed on your back and darkness engulfed you.

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When you opened your eyes again you were met with the familiar sight of the ceiling in your shared room with Azriel. 

“You’re awake” a feminine voice said.

You snapped your head in the direction of the voice and felt dizzy by the sudden move.

“Easy y/n… you were hurt” you squinted and saw Madja by your side.

“How are you feeling sweetheart?” She smiled.

“Everything hurts” you croaked.

“I know you are completely bruised and you have a few broken ribs” she caressed your head “I left a tonic here it should help with the pain… if you need something ask someone to come get me” 

“Okay…” you mumbled and she left. You closed your eyes and let sleep take over.

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“Where the fuck is she?” Someone’s deep voice boomed through the house and you could swear the floor trembled. 

You opened your eyes and tried to listen.

“I don’t give a fuck Cassian, I will handle you when I’m sure that she is okay” it wasn’t just someone’s deep voice but your favorite one, your mate’s. 

You heard loud footsteps getting closer and you tried to sit up, a groan leaving you. The door burst open and Azriel ran to you.

“Are you okay?” He looked like a mess, his eyes were red with black circles beneath them, his hair tangled and his lips looked dry and chapped.

“Are YOU okay?” You asked and grabbed his jaw, hissing at the pain when you lifted your arm.

“I’m okay just tired, I flew as fast as I could to get here” he sighed “where does it hurt? What did Madja say? Do you need something?” He asked in one breath.

“Az calm down I’m okay, just bruised and a few broken ribs. Nothing I can’t handle… I’ve had worse” you smiled.

He snorted at the statement and pressed his forehead against yours.

“Yeah I know you had worse… you are going to be the death of me” he whispered and grabbed your hand placing it on his chest. His heart was beating so fast and hard that you thought it would explode.

“I’m sorry” you mumbled.

“It’s okay… I love your clumsy annoying self” he smiled.

He crawled into bed but kept some distance between the two of you afraid that he was going to hurt you. He was facing you with a longing expression and he draped a protective wing over you. 

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Morning came and you woke up with Azriel by your side staring at you. 

“Good morning angel” he smiled when you opened your eyes.

“Morning handsome” you mumbled and leaned closer to him. 

“How are you feeling?” He asked and brushed his palm over your cheek. 

“Better, I think with a little help I can get up” you smiled and he groaned earning a confused look from you.

“Here we go again… You were safe here in bed now I have to chase you around all day” he sighed and you giggled.

“I want to go to Cassian and tell him that I’m okay. I don’t want him to feel sad and guilty” you confessed and Azriel growled.

“Come on Az it’s not his fault. I’ve been hurt multiple times around you and I don’t blame you” you pleaded.

“Okay but I think that he is terrified of you, I heard him say that you are not normal” he murmured and got up. 

He helped you get up and guided you to Cassian’s room, you knocked and waited. 

Rustling and then silence.

“Come on Cassie it’s me” you shouted 

Then you heard a gasp and the door locked. And then a high pitched scream 

“Be gone demon” 

Azriel’s lips were a tight line as he nodded and then said “yup traumatized” 

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[jasmines-library]

for ypur marauders requests could we get a sirius black x reader where its summer and theyre just enjoying their vacation or smth and sirius is like super flirty and maybeeee ge asks her to marry him bcuz he found like an old ring in a shop or smth😭 sry thats super random but i thought itd be cute, thank youuuu!😙

For You, My Dove.

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Note: This is so stinkin cute.

Warnings: some smoochin, mildly suggestive but 100% sfw.

Word Count: 0.9k

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“Love?”

“Hmm?” You rolled over in the sand, smiling sleepily at Sirius who held out a bottle of sunscreen. 

“Come here. You’re going to burn, dove.” 

You scooched over, settling yourself in front of Siri who began to gently massage the sunscreen into your skin. The sun was high in the sky and beat down hard on the sea, warming it and making it shimmer like diamonds. It was sure to leave a nasty burn if you went too long without applying. When he was done, he pressed a long kiss to your temple and you leaned back into his chest where he then rested his chin atop of your head. The waves crashed against the shoreline noisily and people skipped past, diving in and out of the water or passing by barefoot as the sand sifted between their toes. It was busy, but Siri couldn’t tear his eyes off of you. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He murmured. Your cheeks flushed and you twisted to face him. “How did I get so lucky?”

You raised an eyebrow. 

“I’m serious.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, flashing you one of his signature, charismatic and mischievous grins. His hand lingered, cupping your cheek before leaning in to kiss you, interlocking his lips with yours. Fingers pressing against his chest, you returned the kiss passionately. When Siri finally pulled away, his hand had trailed down to your waist and your free hand had inched to lay on top of it. 

“Don’t entice me, lovey.”

“Oops.”

He chuckled before rising to his feet and outstretching an arm, which you took, before he pulled you to your feet. Dusting off the sand, you glanced at the water. 

Without warning, you took off  towards it. “Race you!” You yelled back at Sirius.

He smirked, chasing after you. The water wasn’t very far away, but Sirius was much taller than you and very, very competitive, so he caught up with you in a few strides. What he did next however caught you completely off guard. Hooking his arm around your waist, he scooped you up and flung you over his shoulder. 

“Siri!” You cried out in surprise, hitting him playfully on the chest as you tried to get him to let you down. But he was set on his intention and was wading further out now, the water lapping at his thighs. 

“Put me down! I’m serious.”

“No…I am.”

“Siri!” You squealed as he continued out into the water before throwing you in. 

When you stood back up, gasping, you made a beeline for him splashing the water at him. “You bastard.”

“Oops.”

He dodged out of the way as you chased him. He retorted with the same childishness, mirroring the pure joy on your face as the pair of you splashed around. 

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The air had grown cooler now that the sun had set. It wasn’t cold by any means, but there was a nip in the air that made little goosebumps prick up on your skin. Siri noticed this. 

“Chilly, Love?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over the back of the hand you had entwined with his.

After cooling off in the water the two of you decided to venture into the seaside town before grabbing a bite to eat. Each store was unique, full of handcrafted gifts or trinkets that glistened in the light. The two of you spent hours as you marvelled at everything, you had hardly noticed that the sun had begun to set until you deemed it time to walk back along the beach before heading back. It was much quieter now, with most people returning home or into the town for a bite to eat. 

“A little.” You shrugged. The temperature had dropped some, and the breeze was picking up a little; enough to make the trees waltz gently. 

“Here.” He slipped off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders. 

“You’ll get cold-” You tried to protest as he removed it. 

“I’ll be fine, Dove. Can’t have you getting cold now, can I? What kind of person would that make me,huh?”

You chuckled. “If you’re sure.”

“Always.” He interlinked his fingers again with yours and the two of you carried on walking until you stopped to take a picture of the sun and how it just simmered above the surface of the sea, surrounded by a plethora of colours. When you turned around to show him the picture, Sirius was on one knee. 

Sirius was nervous. You could see it in his eyes, but he hid it well with that charming look on his face as he gazed up at you. Enclosed in his hands was a black box and inside resting on the plush cushion was a delicate ring. 

“Y/N…” He started, taking your hand in his. “I’ve wanted to do this for a while. From the moment we met I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Your smile, your voice. All of you, you’re engraved within my very soul. And from the moment we met, you’ve always been there for me; through the good and the bad. I couldn’t ask for anything more. I’m the luckiest wizard alive. Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed, your heart swelling. Sirius slipped the ring onto your finger; it fit perfectly as though it had been crafted just for you. When he stood, Siri wrapped you up and pulled you into a kiss. 

“I love you so damn much.” He whispered. 

“And I love you more.”

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[yeonzzzn]

🌹straight to me: sim jaeyun

a you complete me series: five / seven

pairing: jake x afab!reader

word count: 1.3k

synopsis: every dead end street lead you straight to him, and all jake wants to do is show you how thankful he is for you…

genre: established relationship, vampire!jake, half-vampire!reader

warnings: mentions of blood, cutie patooie jakey ♡

p1: vampires bleeding mlist

☾ sunghoon(1) | niki(2) | heeseung(3) | jungwon(4) | jake(5) | jay(6) | sunoo(7) ☽

You opened the fridge, a soft sigh escaping your lips at seeing the empty shelves. 

“You okay, baby?” Jake called from your shared living room. The echoes of his fingers button smashing the PS5 controller in his hands at the game displayed on the TV. 

You closed the fridge, “Yeah, there’s just nothing in the fridge. We need to go grocery shopping.” 

Jake paused the game, turning around on the couch to face you, “Or you can let me take you out.” 

You leaned against the countertop, shaking your head, “Jake we don’t need to do that,” his smile on his face quickly frowning. You cleared your throat, “You wouldn’t be able to eat.” 

Jake quickly stood up and was at your side in a second, “I can drink some bags before we go. Baby, you need to eat. We can go to the grocery shop after dinner.”

Your mate pulled you into his arms, the sound of your stomach growling loudly. 

“Baby, please.” Jake rubs your back, “My sweet Luna Nova needs to eat.” 

You finally gave in, nodding your head. 

Jake kissed your head, “Let me go shower, then we can head out.”

“What about you eating?” You asked, worried about your mate getting his own meal in. 

“I’ll drink the bags on the way to a restaurant, don’t worry.”

He kissed you softly on the lips before leaving your side. 

You sat on the couch, hearing your phone text tone go off. It was a message from your twin brother.

You put your phone down into your lap. You were grateful that Archer was keeping an eye out for the stragglers from Dorian’s army, but at the same time, you wished he’d let it go. 

But unfortunately for Archer, he can’t. Not after they captured you. 

Your stomach growled again, putting your thoughts back on your hunger. 

One thing that sucked being a dhampir is having your thirst for blood, but also craving of food. 

It also made you feel bad for Jake. He was always grocery shopping for and with you. Having to deal with the smells of cooking the food and even sometimes cooking for you. 

You knew he didn’t mind, but you still can’t help but feel bad. 

Having to always stay stocked up on not just blood bags, but every food as well. 

You couldn’t help but think and wonder how Jay does it. He knew he cooked all the time in his human life and cooked for __ all the time as well. Jungwon used to say how he didn’t mind it either, but now that __ is a vampire they tossed all their food out. 

Maybe you were just overthinking it. 

The sound of the shower turned off, and Jake was back at your side on the couch, his wet hair dripping onto his bare chest. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He took your chin between his fingers, “You forget we are bonded, I can tell you’re upset.” 

You shook your head, watching a small drop of water drip from his hair and land onto his sweatpants, “Jaeyun, I am fine.” 

“My Luna Nova…”

“I’m just…I feel bad.” 

Jake tilted his head, confused, furrowing his eyes at you, “Y/N,” oops. He only will call you by your name when he’s serious, “Talk to me.” 

You went into explaining, telling him how you feel bad for always having to deal with food all because he’s paired with you for life. 

“Baby,” he softly said, pressing his lips to yours, “Being bonded to you is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me. I’ve spent my whole life waiting for you, so you having to eat human food on top of drinking blood doesn’t bother me. You’re half-blooded, and I wouldn’t change any part of it.”

Jake pulled you into his lap, gently laying you back against the couch, kissing your neck, “Let me take you out, go grocery shopping then come back so I can worship every part of you.” 

You giggle into his shoulder, pushing him back, “Okay, that requires you to get dressed first, Jaeyun.” 

He pressed one more kiss to your neck before leaving to change. Coming back out in his favorite black ripped jeans and a gray sweatshirt. 

Jake grabbed a couple of blood bags from the fridge and then rushed you out the door. 

You watched your soulmate as he drove you two to the nearest burger joint, watching as he sipped on his blood bags before pulling into the parking lot. 

Jake had the biggest smile on his face the entire time, even while he was ordering your dinner for you. His arm wrapped around your waist and you were pulled close to him. 

All Jake ever wanted to do was show how thankful he is for you every single day. He worshiped the ground you walked on. 

After Dorian took you from him and used every ounce of magic he had to mask your scent so he couldn’t find you, tore him to pieces. The sleepless nights he got, the days of not drinking any blood, and even the days he and Sunghoon would spend sitting with each other side by side staring off into the distance because they didn’t trust the other to be alone. Jake hated seeing Sunghoon hurting like that but knew he was feeling the same. 

The moment Jake had you back in his arms, he vowed to never let you go so easily again and spend every waking moment possible showing you how thankful and appreciative he was of you. 

You were his main reason for living after all, even if he is the undead. 

Jake also didn’t want to put you through anything you had to deal with before, losing your first mate was bad enough, and he didn’t want to find out what it would feel like to lose you or put you through losing another mate. 

You took a bite of your burger, looking up at your goofy boy, seeing him deep in thought, “Jake?” you called his name, waving a hand in his face. 

Jake focused his attention back on you, giving you the beautiful smile that you loved so much, “Yes, baby?” 

“You okay?” you asked, giving him a small smile, “You looked lost in thought there for a second.” 

Jake took your free hand in his, “Just thinking about how much I love you, and how lucky I am to have you.” 

You couldn’t help but smile wider at him, rubbing your thumb over the top of his hand. 

Every dead-end street, lead you straight to him. Every moment from the time you met him and the pack, to the moment you finally let yourself have that second chance of having a mate, every wrong turn, and every terrible moment, brought you to him. He’s all you need.

Jake watched as you finished eating, taking you by the hand, leading you back to the car, and helping you inside. 

“Next stop is the grocery store!” 

Jake followed behind you pushing the cart as you placed everything you wanted and needed into the cart. 

Jake couldn’t wrap his head around why you would even think grocery shopping and even cooking for you would be any kind of nuisance. You’re a dhampir, you need both substances of humans and vampires to survive and that’s something Jake understood. He even got lessons from Jay on cooking so he could cook for you so you don’t have to always do it. 

But he also saw your side and why it would bother you, you’re a bit different than normal vampires, and dhampirs are rare. 

Jake started thinking about the percentages of dhampirs, curious what would happen if you and himself…conceived. 

Jake leaned against the cart, mindlessly following behind you as he was stuck in this thought. 

You stopped walking, seeing a bag of chips you’d want for a snack later, feeling the cart run into you, a quick “Oh shit,” slipping from Jake’s mouth. 

You softly glared at your mate, raising a brow, “You’re deep in thought again.” 

Jake nervously smiled, “Yeah, I had a random thought.” 

You grabbed the bag of chips and placed them in the cart, “And what is that?” 

Jake made eye contact with you, tucking his lip between his teeth before releasing it and speaking, “What if we created life?” 

You chuckled, thinking he was joking, before seeing he was being serious, “Like actually?” 

Jake nodded, dropping his head into his hands, “My Luna Nova, think about it. Think of our little moons we get to raise.” 

You had to admit, Jake would be a great parent. 

You smiled at him, “We can talk more about it once we finish grocery shopping.”

Jake and you barely walked into the front door before the groceries were dropped to the floor and his hands were on you, lips to your neck. 

“Jake,” you softly whispered, “We need to put the groceries up.”

“Shhh,” he said between the pecks on your skin, “Let’s create life together, my sweet Luna Nova,” Jake ran his hands under your sweater, squeezing your hips, “Let’s create our own moons.” 

You couldn’t say no to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. Creating your own little family didn’t sound so bad.

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[ozarkthedog]

summary — Chris needs help applying his sun tan oil.

warnings — DBF!Chris Evans x afab!reader. age gap. dirty talk. hand job. face sitting. oral sex (f). fingering. squirting. light spit play. light spanking. light cum play. the usual filth. chris evans looking like this ☝️ no beta.

word count — 2.1K

author’s note — we were all affected by the “SMA” shoot. this is where my mind went. 😏

☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾

— 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 - 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈. — 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝/𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦. 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 & 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝!

“Hey, pretty girl. How’s it going?” Chris asks swimming over to the edge of his massive inground pool. 

You drop your things on one of the lounge chairs and stretch your arms over your head, “Oh you know, same old, same old.” You chuckle, grateful to unwind after a long day of job hunting.

Having just completed your third college semester, you enjoyed the sanctuary his backyard lent you. Filled with various palms and vegetation, a trickling waterfall, and the stacked bar, it was heaven on earth.

Chris was one of your dad’s closest (and most handsome) friends. Only recently had you gotten to know him, bonding over a silly meme one night at a party and from there he became a part of your life. 

He allowed you to come over whenever you wanted as long as you gave him a heads up. “You know, just in case I have any…,” His lips pull into a smirk when he sneaks a glimpse over the rim of his sunglasses at your curves. “Women friends spending the night.”

The crystal blue water ripples as he swims another lap across the pool. This is one of the many activities he uses to stay in shape aside from one particular, salacious activity. His words, not yours.

You walk to the edge of the glistening pool and dip your toes in. It’s cool and refreshing, and the tattooed man makes it feel that much better.

After a final lap, he rises from the pool like a Greek god. 

Water drips down his immaculate body, curving over the taut muscles. His tiny, barely there swim trunks could easily be mistaken for boxer briefs they were so tight.

You clench your jaw from dropping at the wicked sight.

He pads to your left, splashing you with a bit of water as he reaches for a towel. “Oops. Sorry.” It lacks sincerity but you could care less.

His muscles bounce with every swipe of the towel as he dries himself off. 

“I’m gonna lie out for a bit.” He nods towards the lounge before reaching for the tanning oil.  

That golden chain bounces against his hairy, inked chest and his intimidating package bulges with every step as he makes his way around the pool.

You try to distract yourself as you sit on the pool edge and stare at your reflection before kicking it away. You’d only been in his presence less than 5 minutes and already you can’t stop yourself from being pulled in his direction.

He makes sure to catch your eye when he slathers his muscles in tanning oil. Slowly rubbing his hands over every inch of his expansive chest and rippling torso. Putting on a show that would be illegal if he wasn’t in the comfort of his own backyard.

You squirm against the heated concrete as he holds your gaze with a smirk. Your core clenches hard when he slides his slippery fingers down the v cut of his hips and pushes the thin briefs down a bit further.

He’s got a small tattoo at the base of his hips and thick auburn hair circles the beginning of what looks like a well endowed cock.

Your mind swirls with heady arousal making you feel faint.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” he calls out, grinning when you jolt from your horny stupor. “Help me get my back?”

You hesitantly push to your feet and walk over to the hulk of a man as he tosses you the bottle. 

“Rub a generous layer on, please.” He requests, turning away and giving you a clear view of his sculpted back. You swallow the lump in your throat and pour the liquid into your palms.

You smooth the oil along his shapely shoulders, down his spine, and slowly massage the ornate muscles.

“Damn that feels good. Your hands are so soft, Sweetheart.” 

You’re a mess. Between the praise and being able to rub your hands all over his back, it’s no wonder you’re in ruins. 

Chris turns around after you smooth the final layer on his freckled skin and you feel an imaginary punch hit you sqaure in the belly.

His once tight swim trunks are now extremely and overtly tight as his cock throbs, pushing against the thin material with a twitch.

You avert your eyes, looking anywhere but the enormous package that’s aching to be released. 

“Ah, yeah, that happens when pretty girls touch me.” He plays it cool and sits down on the lounge chair, stretching his limbs with a sigh. 

You fidget with the oil still smeared on your hands unsure of what to do with the mess until you spot his towel. 

“Ah ah,” Chris chides with a raised brow. “That’s a waste of good oil.” 

His head drops to his chest and his eyes flick from his straining swim trucks up to your dazed eyes. “I think you could put your hands to good use.” 

Heat burns your cheeks at the insinuation. “Really? Is that such a good idea?” You teethe your lip nervously. 

“Come on, bein’ a goodie two shoes is overrated.” He says as he palms his cock with a husky groan. “It’ll be our little secret.”

How could you say no to such a tempting offer?

“‘Atta girl.” Chris praises as you sink onto the lounge next to him, pressing your thigh against his before carefully tugging the wet material down his thighs. 

His hefty cock flops against his trim belly with a dull thud, eliciting a pathetic whimper from your lips.

“See somethin’ you like, Sweetheart?”

Warmth blossoms in your chest at the nickname and sinks into the confines of your core, drowning your pussy in arousal.

He’s so unbelievably girthy. Your fingers don’t even touch as you cautiously wrap them around his cock. The bulbous crown pulses red at the tip making you lick your lips greedily. 

“Yeah, that’s it.” Chris praises, as his head falls back onto the lounge with a groan. “Up and down, milk my cock.”

You slowly swirl your grip around his length, tugging steadily and hanging on every noise that squeezes from his throat.

“God damn your hands are fuckin’ amazin’.” His brow furrows as he bites his plump bottom lip with a guttural moan.

Your core throbs, pounding like a beating heart as more slick drips into the lining of your bikini. You clamp your thighs together desperate to quell the terrible twinge that gets stronger by the second.  

“Awe. Is my pretty girl’s pussy achin’? ” Chris taunts with an exaggerated pout. “She gettin’ all wet and drippin’ for some attention?”

In a flash, he maneuvers your body so it’s laying over his. 

Your knees are propped on either side of his head while his cock stands at attention directly in front of your face. 

“Such a fine fuckin’ ass you have.” He takes a bite of your supple flesh causing you to jolt forward with a whimper from the harsh treatment. The slick tip smacks against your chin and leaves a sticky stain of precum and oil. 

“Keep goin’, Sweetheart. I’m just gonna have a taste.” 

Chris pulls the drenched lining of your bottoms to the side and growls. The basement deep vibrations rumble through your body as a strand of slick stretches with his movements until it breaks and snaps back onto your soaked core.

“Lookit’ how wet this little pussy is. You’re absolutely gushin’.” Breath fans your skin as he takes a deep whiff of your folds. 

“Fuck.” He grits his teeth and thrusts his hips toward your face, dribbling more precome down the mushroom crown. “If that’s not the sweetest smellin’ cunt.” He takes another deep breath before attaching his mouth to your cunt like a dog to a bone.

“O!” You squeal and grasp the base of his cock for leverage as his tongue dives between your weeping folds. He caresses your velvet walls and widens your convulsing channel with unmatched prowess.

A sharp blow lands on your behind. “Didn’t I say keep going?” Chris grunts, detaching from your sopping heat for a moment before diving back in.

Your mind races to catch up on the task, literally at hand, and you grasp the obscenely thick base giving it a few quick jerks. Chris groans into your flesh with every stroke of your fist. His cock throbs, steadily dribbling as you circle the reddened tip with tight swirls.   

His beard scratches your tender folds as he eats you whole, sending shocks up your spine as he sucks your clit into his mouth. He teases the tiny nub with harsh flicks and violent swipes forcing you to the edge quicker than anyone ever has before.

Your hands clutch his cock for dear life as a blinding light explodes behind your eyes.

“‘Atta girl.” Chris mumbles against your shiny core as you writhe against his face and grind on his tongue, prolonging the pleasure. 

You slump forward resting your head on one of his burly thighs to catch your breath but Chris has other plans. 

“Let’s see how messy this pussy can get.” 

Just then a thick wad of spit hits your folds. You recoil with a gasp but Chris snakes his hold even tighter around your thighs. 

“Can’t fake that innocent bullshit with me, Sweetheart. Your pussy fuckin’ clenched when I spat on it.” He deviously gloats.

Your belly flips with embarrassment but he was right. You fucking loved it.

A whine slips from your throat as you push your sticky cunt toward his face ignoring any shameful thoughts that try to surface.

“There you go. Just let me do the thinkin’.” 

Chris taps two fingers against your swollen petals before pushing them into your quivering core and pulling a desperate moan from you. 

“Stroke my cock, Sweetheart.” He commands gruffly, gliding his digits along your walls. “But remember, if you stop. I'll stop.” 

You clench around his thick fingers at the threat. With new found, albeit anxious energy, you begin stroking his cock again. His veiny girth glistens in the sunlight as you steadily pump in time with the fingers that thrust into your cunt.

“Shit– yes, such a good girl.” He locks his lips around your clit adding to the overwhelming bliss.

His fingers search out that spongy spot behind your clit as your hands milk him from base to tip, making his abs tighten with each stroke. When your cunt locks down on him, he curls his fingers and focuses all his attention on that special spot.

“Chris– oh fuck!” you cry as your core floods with slick and he shoves and twists his fingers deep inside. Your rhythm lags and you falter with slowing tugs when the rapture begins to suffocate you.

Chris ‘tuts’ and slows his fingers to the same languid pace. 

“Thought you were better than this. Thought this greedy cunt wanted to come.” he chides, smacking your ass.

A whiny apology tumbles from your lips as your pace renews and you swirl your thumb around the tip after every upward stroke. You feel him smile into your pussy, pleased with your attitude before he latches his lips around your clit once more.

Your hips drive back onto his fingers and jaw chasing your pleasure like it was the last thing on earth. His cock throbs under your touch as his own ecstasy rapidly mounts.

“I’m gonna come all over that pretty face.” He muses, lapping at the spill of arousal that drips from your core. “Mark you up real nice.” 

Your cunt flutters at his lewd statement and your hands twist faster around his length, desperate to be covered in his spend.

“Come on, Sweetheart.” Chris commands with a ragged growl, balls ready to empty. “Wanna feel how tight this cunt can get.”

Your body lurches as you come with a shout, squirting your creamy release all over his fingers and beard. 

With a gravelly groan, his sack tightens and he splashes hot waves of come across your face. Your chin, lips, and cheeks are painted in his gummy seed as he trembles beneath you while you milk his balls for every last drop. 

A few blissful moments later, he lightly smacks your thigh signaling you to move. You crawl off his body and sit at the end of the lounge while he tucks his softening cock away.

He curls a finger at you. “Come ‘ere. Let me look at you.” 

You crawl between his spread thighs as he cups your stained face in his palms. He drinks up the sight and grins deviously at you covered in his gluey white spend. 

“Gotta make sure you rub it in completely or else it won’t work.” He quips with a wink while dragging his fingers through the thick fluid and massages his sticky seed into your skin.

Your purr under his touch and flutter your lashes up at him. Maybe he was right. Being the bad girl was more fun.

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Chapter 3 - Then With the Eyes Shut {TLTGYA - Post-TVA!Loki x OFC Longfic}

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Pairing : Post-TVA!Loki x Oliviette (OFC)

Chapter Summary : Loki is trying his best to just ignore his new cellmate, but she’s really not making it easy for him. 

Chapter W/c : 4.7k words

Chapter Tags / Content : Heavy angst, again. Oops! 

Author's Note : Sorry this chapter is so late! It’s a long story, but I got kicked through a Time Door and was temporarily lost to time. Anyway - hope you all enjoy this chapter, and thank you so much for reading! 

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Loki had never been one to loathe his own nightmares; he needed their reminder, and he craved the pain they caused. But the nightmares had betrayed him - forcing him into revealing his presence to his new cell mate, and so he was absolutely cursing them now. 

He’d forced himself to look away before responding to her query about escaping, and while he hadn’t directly witnessed her disappointment and confusion, he had felt them. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, Loki resented having to admit out loud that he’d rather stay there in that horrible place, that his reluctance to leave was probably going to damn her as well. 

She was an innocent bystander, someone who didn’t deserve the danger and chaos and death that followed Loki wherever he went. But he knew she was doomed the moment she entered his presence, whether they stayed or left. 

The woman had made several more attempts to communicate after he laid back down, and Loki had ignored every one of them. But he didn’t dare fall back asleep; he was bound to have another nightmare, and having another person there to witness its aftermath was just too intimate, and too much for him to deal with, on top of everything else. 

So he just continued laying on his side, his dark cloak pulled tight around him and his forearm curled underneath his head, and his eyes open but not seeing as he listened to the dungeon sounds that he had grown painfully accustomed to. The water droplets and distant screams were almost comforting at this point, but the sound of the woman’s quiet sobs and prayers for assistance were most certainly not. 

Loki couldn’t blame her for them, though - she had every right to be frightened. He could feel her muscles tensing up with every scream in the distance, with every footstep of the guards down the hallway. And for some reason, her anguish was much harder to deal with than the ones of his previous cell mates. 

He told himself it was just because she was the only one who ever knew he was there, and that he just needed to be patient for another two or three days, because eventually the guards would come for her. Eventually, she’d be put out of her misery, and Loki would be able to nightmare in peace once again.

Until then, Loki would continue to suffer while awake. Keeping his heavy eyelids open was an enormous effort, and shifting his position on the floor felt like trying to push cinder blocks against an ocean’s current. He never would have guessed that simply lying down would be so exhausting. 

Not even the rigorous warrior training he was obligated to endure under Odin’s guidance had been this depleting, and while he hadn’t necessarily been conscious during the horrors inflicted upon him on Knowhere, his body had still suffered tremendously. 

Just how long had he been awake anyway? There were no windows in his cell, no sunrise or sunset to witness, and mercifully, no clocks to mark the passage of time. That had been his favorite part about this place, back when there was nothing to look forward to and nothing to dread. 

It was peculiar that they hadn’t come for her yet. No one else, other than him, had ever survived for this long. What exactly were the guards waiting for?

Loki clenched his jaw and sighed in frustration. He didn’t want to ask questions - even to himself - and he certainly didn’t want answers; they just made doing nothing that much harder, and it wasn’t the kind of punishment he had been seeking in the first place. 

All he could do was remind himself that this was all temporary. He didn’t know or care if the universe was trying to offer or taunt him with a chance at redemption, but he wasn’t going to fall for it again. The opportunity - or the illusion - would eventually pass, just like all the other times he had tried and failed, and soon he’d be able to return to his nightmares.

For the most part, he dreamt about running; from himself, from truth and lies and pain and respite. From villains and heroes as they chased him down endless hallways with countless doorways. And whenever he stopped to open them, each one led to the memory of a time he could have made the right decision and didn’t - when he could have just not snuck the Frost Giants into Asgard, when he could have just stayed in the Void with his other variants, or any time he could have just not picked up the Tesseract - 

Loki gasped violently, and his eyes flew open in a panic - he had started to fall asleep again. He immediately froze in place, listening for signs that the woman had heard the disturbance. But she didn’t move or speak, and Loki was grateful for that. 

His lungs heaved for air and his heart thudded painfully in his chest as he desperately tried to calm himself down, and his jaw set in place as he forced his eyes to focus on the cracks of the stone before him. The most prominent one was deep, chiseled and eroded away by years of water and pain. Smaller cracks branched out from the primary fault, some above it and some below, just like the doomed offshoots from the Sacred Timeline. 

He couldn’t help but wonder - were those branches still being pruned? Or were they allowed to continue, drifting and splitting in countless directions with endless opportunities for variants of He Who Remains to come into power? To declare war against the others? To destroy and conquer everything in their sight in pursuit of their own narcissism? 

Before he knew it, his eyes were filled with tears. He hadn’t driven the knife into He Who Remains, but he might as well have. The failure was on him, and the countless lives that would be ruined whether the TVA continued pruning or the dangerous variants were allowed to come into power was his burden to bear. His glorious purpose…

This wasn’t working - sleep only led to nightmares, and staring at the wall only invited rumination. His mind wasn’t in his own control, Loki’s muscles were aching and screaming for a change in position, the damn TVA belt was digging painfully into his belly, and as much as he didn’t want the woman witnessing his nightmares, he definitely didn’t want her to know he was weeping. 

Loki needed a different kind of distraction, and since he had no previous history with the woman, perhaps she could be the right kind. 

It was excruciating, but Loki did it anyway. He placed his palm flat on the stone floor and carefully pushed himself upright, his joints creaking and popping uncomfortably after months of disuse. Moving slowly and cautiously, and stifling multiple groans of pain, he finally managed to bring himself into a sitting position. He was still hiding in the shadows, still unwilling to expose himself, and he leaned back against the stone with a heavy sigh. 

His long legs were outstretched before him, one ankle crossed over the other, and his hands were folded neatly in his lap and underneath the dark cloak. Physical pain was temporarily assuaged, and he waited patiently for his green eyes to adjust to the meager shift in lighting conditions. 

It had been a long time since he had looked at this side of the cell, and not much had changed; the hallways were still sparsely illuminated with poorly-maintained lanterns, the stone walls were still grizzled and filthy, and the bars were still aged and corroded. There was nothing new to see, and nothing new to feel, and inevitably, his gaze migrated over to his new cellmate. 

She was still in the same position as when he had last looked at her, knees pulled to her chest and huddled against the opposite corner of the cell. She even wore the same expression of despair and anguish as before, except she had somehow managed to fall asleep. Her eyes were now closed, and she was breathing in and out slowly, and that was the only reason Loki felt comfortable looking closer. 

The woman’s fiery red hair, woven into one long braid slung over her shoulder, glowed in the lantern light; in any other conditions, her hair would have been stunning, but in here, it was just tragic. A long and thin chain hung around her neck, the links hooked together to support whatever gem or stone her fingers was wrapped around, clinging to it like it was magically going to transport her to safety. 

In that same hand, Loki could see she clutched the small blade of an unused dagger, its blade free of chips and jagged edges, and her other arm was hidden inside her dark cloak. 

Loki found himself wondering who she used to be before she was brought here, and what she had done to deserve it. He had always prided himself on being a quick study, an expert on reading between the lines of who people were, of what they craved - and more importantly - what they lacked.  

He was always able to use that skill to his advantage - but Loki was stumped with this one. Her clothes, black leather and dark green cloth, were relatively clean and well-tailored. The dungeon guards could be after money, but that seemed unlikely while her jewelry and weaponry were left untouched. And as far as he knew, there was no extortion happening in this place - only death, perpetuated by mysterious guards, who for all Loki knew, were simply doing this for fun. 

As if on cue, the sound of clinking keys echoed from down the hallway. Surprisingly, Loki felt no relief at the sound, and he closed his eyes to concentrate on the footsteps of her reapers coming to collect what they were owed; except it wasn’t the usual pair of guards moving down the hallway, it just was one of them. 

His brow furrowed, and his eyes cracked open just as the lone guard came into view and paused before the cell door. The guard held some sort of tray, balanced in one hand while the other pulled out a set of keys from his pocket and began to unlock the cell door. It was only then that the woman startled awake. 

She gasped in fear as she scooted back away from the door, pushing herself with her feet and trying to find a safe distance within the confines of their cell. She still clutched her dagger tightly, instead of using it to fight, and Loki, still hidden in the shadows, remained unmoving as the guard stepped inside and carefully placed a tray of food on the floor. 

Loki couldn’t believe it. After how many weeks and months, how many prisoners and deaths, not once had he ever encountered anyone being fed here. Not once had the guards kept anyone around long enough to even warrant feeding. 

In fact, it was the first time Loki had ever gotten a good look at any of them. The guard moved slowly and with purpose, dressed head to toe in black clothing that lacked any markings or indications as to who he worked for, or what their goal was. The mask he wore was flat and expressionless, tinted with ochre and had two thin cutouts for the eyes and none for the mouth. 

And even with the mask obscuring his features, the guard radiated animosity towards the woman as he lingered in the cell - as if he completely despised her, even as he was feeding her. 

The guard finally backed out of the cell and relocked the door, and the woman eyed the tray suspiciously, conflicted between wanting to trust the food, but not wanting to be poisoned either. She didn’t seem to notice the guard’s covered face turning as he moved down the hallway, still staring at her from underneath the mask as he walked away. 

Loki’s brow furrowed as he turned his attention back to the woman. She carefully placed the dagger on the stone floor and inched her fingers forward to reach for the tray, her green eyes still transitioning between apprehension and hunger in the face of the unappealing food that had been delivered by her captors. 

The tray contained a bowl of grains, soggy and mushy and almost certainly cold, and next to it sat a hunk of bread, the age of which was undeterminable. No one would ever choose this as a meal, but it was probably the only food she’d seen in days - and Loki, months. But her apprehension hung heavy in the air, suffocating him like the unanswered questions he was dying to ask. 

“They wouldn’t have bothered with imprisonment if they were going to poison you. Just eat it.”

The woman practically leapt out of her skin at the sound of Loki’s voice, like she had forgotten he was there. She shrank back against the wall, gasping for breath and scanning the cell wildly. “Oh, now you wish to talk?!” 

Loki’s expression remained impassive as he looked back at her. “Your unease was distracting. Just eat it,” he repeated coolly.

After a moment, she swallowed hard and nodded as she slowly pulled the tray closer to her. “Right, of course. Obviously poisoning me now would really be crossing a line…” 

The woman smiled sarcastically as she spoke, and the corners of Loki’s mouth twitched underneath his stoic expression. Maintaining a sense of humor under these conditions was an impressive feat - another item to add to his growing list of questions - and he decided it might be worth it to give in to the curiosity. It would be a temporary reprieve from the nightmares, and Loki knew they were still waiting for him - but they could hold on just a little bit longer. 

The woman cleared her throat as she carefully picked up the spoon with her right hand and dragged it clumsily through the porridge. Loki noticed that her other arm was still hidden within her cloak, and that her eyes flitted nervously between the dagger on her tray, her only weapon to defend herself, and the spoon, the only tool she had to feed herself. 

So they kidnap her, break her dominant arm…and now they’re feeding her…

None of it made sense. Clearly they intended to keep her alive - albeit broken - for a long time, but for what purpose? Loki hated that he wanted to know, that he couldn’t resist the puzzle pieces sitting before him. He had come here to suffer, not to play games, and yet he couldn’t stop himself. “Who are you?” 

The woman’s expression softened, and she looked towards him in the shadows. “My name is - ”

“No, I’m not asking for your name,” Loki replied, staring intently at her from the shadows and doing his best to ignore the optimism on her face. “Who are you to the guards?” 

“Me? I’m…nobody,” she laughed nervously as she twirled the spoon through the porridge. 

Loki cocked his head as he leaned forward. There had to be some explanation as to why they would go through the effort to capture but not kill her. “Then why are they feeding you?” 

The woman turned her head to look in his direction, her green eyes narrowed as they searched the darkness for his. “I don’t know. Why aren’t they feeding you?” 

Loki chuckled to himself; he wasn’t interested in answering questions, but he couldn’t help but admire the way she was dodging his. It had been quite a long time since he had found something so intriguing, and for a moment he almost forgot about the horrors that usually unraveled whenever he pulled on a thread. 

“I already know why they aren’t feeding me. What I don’t know is why you’re getting special treatment from the masked guards.” 

The woman’s expression shifted from irritation to concern as she set the spoon back down into the bowl. “How long has it been since you’ve eaten anything?” 

Loki wasn’t expecting the change in her tone, or for anyone to bother showing interest in him ever again. He looked down at his hands in his lap as they fidgeted with each other. “Why? What difference does that make?”

“I was just wondering if the reason you’re so moody is because you’re…hungry.”

He swallowed hard, baffled by her conclusion and consideration. Loki was hungry, that much was true, but he wasn’t ever going to admit to that. “That’s…completely irrelevant, I - ”

The woman cleared her throat to interrupt him, and he paused as his eyes slowly traveled upwards. She was holding out the chunk of bread, extending it in his direction with a benevolent smile on her face. “Share?” 

Loki’s eyebrows knitted together as he stared at her expression of sincerity and kindness, struggling to answer a simple question without an uncomplicated answer. Food wasn’t going to solve any of his problems, and yet the offer felt like a lifeline for a lost soul that had spent far too long drowning in sorrow. 

He believed he didn’t deserve that lifeline, but before he could answer with what would almost certainly be a refusal, his muscles were inexorably pushing him upright. They made the decision for him, as if their need for sustenance nullified his desire to stay isolated. 

Loki cautiously took a few steps closer, a massive effort for someone who had spent over a thousand days in the dark, but as he reached for the bread, the woman moved it just out of his grasp. 

“If you’re going to eat with me, you can’t go back to hiding in the shadows. Agreed?” the woman offered, a slow smile creeping across her face as she looked up at him. 

Her green eyes sparkled with the guileless amusement of someone who didn’t know what they were actually asking of him, and Loki was grappling with the urge to resist temptation, to fight the siren’s call of both avoidance and hostility over her simple offer of food and company. 

It was foolish, and it was going to end in disaster, and Loki couldn’t understand why he was considering it at all. The years of previous mistakes had led him to believe that he couldn’t be trusted to make the right call, that the last choice he had made - the one to stay isolated from everyone and everything - was the only good thing he’d ever done. 

But it was just bread, and Loki told himself that the conversation would just be temporary, and so Loki cleared his throat and set his jaw in place. “Agreed.” 

The woman smiled with an innocent sort of triumph as she handed the bread back to him, and Loki felt his heart skip a beat. It was nothing, it was just a simple gesture, one that he didn’t deserve - she just didn’t know any better yet. 

He pushed the feeling away as he settled back down on the stone floor again, adjacent to the shadows but not within them this time. The woman shifted her attention back to her porridge, and Loki, feeling exposed and unsure of what to do or say, focused his attention on the bread. 

He turned it over in his hands, studying its shape and color - round and flat and carelessly formed, with a dark and over-cooked crust. It gave way under the pressure of his hands, snapping in half with a loud crack. Loki glanced over, and the woman was smiling softly at him. 

These two strangers were sharing a meal inside a dungeon meant for horrors and torture and pain, and Loki had to remind himself to not get used to it, because the price for even the simplest of meals was always going to be regret. 

“So, what should I call you?” the woman asked before bringing a spoonful of porridge to her mouth. 

Loki tore off a piece of bread and put it in his mouth, chewing and swallowing to buy himself some time instead of answering. He was sure that no one here had ever heard of him, that saying his name wouldn’t set off any alarm bells - but still he hesitated. What if his reputation had somehow preceded him? What if he actually wasn’t that far outside of the Nine Realms?

A thousand other what-ifs swirled in his mind, and the woman was still waiting for an answer after sharing her kindness and food that he definitely didn’t deserve. Maybe his name would somehow cast a spell for all of his enemies to hear, and they’d finally be able to find him, and they’d make sure he never had anyone to share a meal with ever again. That was what he deserved. 

“My name is…Loki.”

He braced himself for the eventual fallout, like his shame would manifest itself into the monster he knew he was, but nothing changed. The woman continued eating, perhaps only finding the time it took him to answer strange instead of the actual answer, the water droplets continued falling, and the darkness in the dungeon remained stagnant. 

“And why don’t the guards bring you any food, Loki? Are they punishing you beyond locking you in here?” 

It was a very loaded question, one with a very complicated answer, and Loki wasn’t sure how to handle it. He broke off another piece and put it in his mouth as he weighed his options - on the one hand, he didn’t know this woman at all, or if she was trustworthy; clearly the guards thought her important even if they hated her, but what exactly was she capable of? 

But on the other hand - what did he have left to lose? 

“The guards don’t know I’m here,” Loki answered truthfully. It was so unlike him to unveil himself like this, and he didn’t know whether it was because he had spent too long wallowing in apathy and simply didn’t care anymore, or if he was so desperate for connection that it weakened his sensibilities. 

The woman lowered the spoon back to the bowl as her brow furrowed. “Wait - you’re hiding here? Why?”

Another loaded question, and he was really starting to regret answering them. He had come out of the shadows to be distracted, not to have someone question his actions or judgment. The woman seemed genuinely curious about him, but how could he even begin to explain himself, and what would be the point? It wouldn’t alleviate his burden, and it would only lead to more questions. 

“I deserve to be here. This is where I belong,” The words felt like acid on his tongue, and Loki sighed heavily, looking down at his hands as the woman processed his words with even more confusion. 

What am I - the God of Self-Sabotage?

Those words he had spoken to Mobius so long ago were intended to be sarcasm at the time, but it was still the absolute truth. It wasn’t too late to end this, to lay back down and face away from her again. It might take a bit longer than a few days, but eventually she would be just as dead as all the others, and everything could go back to the way it was supposed to be. 

But he stayed where he was, exposed in small slivers of light as he crushed another chunk of bread between his teeth. 

“I’m…so sorry, Loki. I cannot imagine how whatever you’re hiding from could be worse than this…” the woman replied, shaking her head as she looked around the cell. “Or how you could possibly find respite in a place like this…”

If she knew the truth, she wouldn’t be sympathizing with him right now, and Loki considered telling her about the awful things he’d done that had led him there. Just to get her to stop feeling sorry for him, to make her scared of him, to make her hide from him…because he was too broken to do anything else. 

Loki didn’t respond, busying himself with chewing and swallowing, and he could feel her gaze return to him before she spoke again. “Look, whatever you’ve done - it can’t have been so bad - ”

He wanted to believe her, but she was so very wrong about him, and his heart ached as she continued justifying what she had no way of understanding, the pressure of her reassurances constricting his insides and sending blood rushing through his ears. He could barely hear what she was saying, but her expression was kind and forgiving and it was too much for him to handle. 

“With all due respect - ” Loki finally snapped, interrupting and meeting her sympathetic expression with a fiercer, more intense one of his own. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. You don’t know me, and you don’t know what I’ve done.” 

The woman stared at him for a moment, her eyes widened in surprise, before looking back down at the tray in her lap. “You’re right. I apologize…” 

Loki shook his head as heavy silence descended around them. He hadn’t meant to be so insistent, but she was in direct contradiction to the torment he was deserving of. 

Tearing off another chunk of bread, they both chewed without speaking, unsure of how to continue. The air hung heavy, full of regret and musk and uncertainty, but he could feel the woman’s gaze shifting to and from him, like she wanted to ask him another question. He could only pray that it wasn’t about himself. 

“So, um…do you happen to know who the dungeon guards are? Or what they want from me, or the others?” 

Loki was unable to hide the snark still lingering in his tone. “How am I supposed to know what they want with you?” 

The answer to that question was what had initially drawn him out of the shadows in the first place, and he was vexed that she had somehow managed to turn his interrogation on its head so easily. 

The woman either didn’t notice his growing irritation, or was deliberately ignoring it. “And I take it no one’s coming to rescue you?” 

He sighed and leaned back against the stone wall. It was cold and unyielding, like the cruel fate he deserved, like the harsh loneliness he had felt his entire life. No one would have come to save him, even if they knew where he was. 

Somehow his cellmate seemed to understand that, judging by the forlorn look in her eyes. Loki felt raw and exposed, oddly juxtaposed against his desperate need to be understood - a feeling he thought was dead and buried a long time ago. Why was this happening? How did she do this to him? 

The woman moved her tray to the floor and stared intently at him. “Look, no one’s coming for me either, so we need to break out on our own. It shouldn’t be too difficult if we’re working together.” 

So that’s all she wanted - for him to save her. Loki ran a hand across his face, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. That was a choice she expected him to make, one that put her very life at stake, and more importantly - it would require him leaving in order to save her. His head already ached with the burden of it all, and that familiar dread of his previous captors forcing their own wills on him was washing over him again. 

“Plus, we have the element of surprise if the guards don’t - ” the woman continued, and Loki was now positive that she was definitely ignoring his trepidation entirely. Her expression was hopeful, and he couldn’t stand it. 

“No. Absolutely not. Absolutely not!” Loki seethed through gritted teeth, and his jaw clenched together as anger coursed through his veins. “If you want to leave, you’ll have to do it alone!”

Their eyes met, and she looked absolutely crushed again. He was sorry no one was coming to rescue her either, but that couldn’t be his burden to bear. He hadn’t meant to be lured into any sort of camaraderie, he just didn’t want to fall asleep again. And while Loki knew doing nothing was worse than trying and failing, he couldn’t bring himself to take the chance. 

“Look, I appreciate the meal, but this was a mistake,” he sighed heavily. “You’re better off on your own.” 

Loki shoved the final chunk of bread in his mouth and started to chew. And without waiting for a response, he lowered his back to the stone floor, resuming his position on his side and closing his eyes. 

He told himself he was better off without her too. 

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[bloozz]

came across ur blog, can u tell me more about irene??

irene? I got you!! 🦈

: yandere behaviour, manipulation, murder, gn reader, breaking in, stealing underwear

⤷ irene evans! ·˚ ༘

age : 21, she her, fav colors are light pink and purple!

🐟 she was born from a rich family, people love sucking up to her hoping for some favours (that's why she's popular)

🌧️ your parents set the two of you up to be friends! she thought you were just chasing after her money at first, but after a month of just sticking by her side while she brushes you off, she was happy to have gained a real friend!

🐳 you two were best of friends since middle school. when highschool came, many people were so wowed over her and it kind of went to her head... she abandoned you for the popular girls :((

💤 the popular girls would often exclude her from things, Irene was more of a pretty decoration to their group

💦 after a while of being with the mean girls she couldnt stand it anymore and wanted to look for you.. well just to see you talking with other people?! that just couldn't slide...

🐳 her ideal murder weapon is probably a basic knife, but it would be decorated with pretty pink and purple accessories and have a keychain that you gave to her when you were kids hanging off it!! how cute

💫 she misses you soo much! please come back! she'll wash the blood off later :( just come back and give her a hug..

🐬 she's probably going mad thinking you will come back and forget the amount of torment the mean girls did to you..

🐋 she definitely scares off any people wanting to court you and even friends who are too close! that's Irene's job!

🌊 she plays the violin and she used to play for you when you were kids!! you would hum or sing while she played and your parents still have a video of your little performances :))

🎐 she messages you about what she did today everyday even if you blocked her hoping that maybe you'll respond soon

(also her lip gloss tastes like sweet cherries)

" yn! I'm so sorry... please.... come back I miss you :(( "

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irene huffed in frustration as another one of her messages were left unread and unnoticed! were you talking to another person? no way! she swears she must've scared everyone away already... well she should check at least right?

she left her house wearing a black hoodie covering her face and hair. she reached your home and climbed up to your bedroom window to see you asleep peacefully. she unlocked your window and climbed in with a camera in hand.

the smell of your room gave her feelings of nostalgia and she slowly tip toed closer to your sleeping form. she snapped a few pictures ready to add this to her collection. not to mention, she took a few underwear from you.

Just as she was about to leave..

"Irene.. what the hell are you doing in my house?!"

oops!

I HOPE U LIKE IT HAHAHAHASBSHSH

#𖦹*ੈ‧ oc.irene ₊˚ 💤 #yandere #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere oc x reader #yan oc #yandere x you #yan oc x reader #yan x reader #yandere bff #yandere popular girl #female yandere #gn reader #fem yandere x reader #pls don't flop

[shoumeitsuki]

𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵… ୨୧

꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦ ♪ ꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

☾ ✒ winter with you ~ ❅

⌕ ✒ fluff ~ ꕥ

☀︎ ✒ ship : luca kaneshiro × gn!reader ~ ᰔᩚ

☁︎ ✒ side/mentioned characters : n/a ~ ꨄ

⚠︎ ✒ warnings : n/a (I think) ~ ✮

✧ ✒ summary : it's a cold winter day and you decided to spend the day just cuddling with your boyfriend. ~ ∘•∘

✉ ✒ notes : ik it's not winter yet/anymore buut ~ ⌨︎︎

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you were having a nice dream when suddenly, your alarm clock woke you up.

you groaned, while reaching out to find where the alarm clock is and press the button to turn it off.

you got up from bed, and started stretching.

you then made your way to the kitchen to look for something to eat.

as a college student, you didn't have much in your pantry, so you just took out some bread & peanut butter along with some jelly to make a simple pb&j.

you decided to toast the bread because why not? and you also didn't want to have stale bread which was refrigerated.

when you finished making it, you ate it. what else were you gonna do with it? c'mon, ada anak di afrika yg kelaperan tuh, jgn boros makanan!!

then, you went to the bathroom to get ready. you thought of what to wear, however, before you could even decide, there was a message from the group from the secretary.

she said that class was cancelled because it was snowing pretty hard that day and the teacher and some other students reported to be unable to go to class.

you hadn't really noticed it, but the snow outside could reach up to your knees. wait, is that even possible?

well, class was cancelled, so you just changed into some comfortable clothes.

when you got outside, it was very chilly. you decided to just stay inside and keep yourself warm in your blankets.

you just sat on your bed and opened your phone. you saw a good morning text from your golden retriever boyfriend, luca.

you sent him a good morning text back, because how could you not?

right after, you heard a notification from him. he asked if he could come over.

you wanted to stop him because it was snowing pretty hard, but at the same time, you could really have someone to cuddle with you and warm you up.

however, you didn't get a chance to answer when you received a text from him that said “oops nvm I accidentally walked out the door and started walking to your house lol”.

you couldn't help but smile at your endearing boyfriend's personality! gosh, why is he so cute?

after a bit, you heard a knock at the door. when you opened it, you were met with the sight of your boyfriend, standing infront of your doorway.

he immediately went to hug you. it's been a bit since you guys met, because you two were in different classes as he was a year older than you.

“pog, I missed you!” luca says, hugging you tightly. you hugged him back, answering with a “I missed you too.”.

you invited him in, and he joyfully entered your house. you told him to make himself at home while you went to prepare snacks.

he said you didn't need to, but you just *had* to, because it's your boyfriend! you wouldn't let him stay at your house without any form of hospitality.

you came back with some snacks, ones that you could find, and some hot cocoa you both could drink to warm up.

luca thought of watching a movie while cuddling, and you couldn't say no to that, so of course, you agreed.

after thinking about what to watch, you finally agreed on one and started watching it while embracing the warmth of each other's body heat.

when the movie finished, you looked at luca. he looked at you back, smiling.

“how was the movie?” he asked, taking a sip on his hot cocoa, decorated with some cute small marshmallows.

“it was great, and interesting!” you answered, taking a biscuit and eating it.

“I'm glad.” he looks at you with a content smile.

you two spend the rest of the day just cuddling, enjoying each other's warmth.

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✉ ✒ notes : kinda short but it's okk ~ ☏

꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦ ♪ ꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

୨୧ 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

#nijisanji #nijisanji en #vtuber #luxiem #fluff #luca kaneshiro #vtuber x reader #gn reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #luca kaneshiro fluff #luxiem x reader #gender neutral reader

[butterfly-writer]

Hi! Hope you having a great day, do you still taking Arcane request?. If so can you do a Ekko x Male Reader? Where the two of them having really bad fight then the reader said theyshould take a break of this relationship and left the Firelight place. Didn't come back for a while. Both of them regret that decision but they too stubborn to said it.

It's been a week since that fight, the reader was a mechanic. He was trying to fix something for a friend but ran out of things to fix, so the reader go out to find some supply. At that time the firelight was out fighting Silco's people, At first the reader choose to ignored but notice Ekko got injured from one of the guys that when the reader run out to help Ekko and the firelight beating those bad guys.

After a while helping Ekko get back to the firelight place, try to make the wound better. The reader about to leave, returning to their work place. But Ekko pulling back, want to make up the fight before and didn't want their relationship to end like that. The reader apologize about that fight and they make up!

You can make it a little drama like having a boy or girl got too comfy with Ekko or not your choice! Angst at the beginning then fluff in the end and sorry if my grammar bad, English isn't my first language!

Fight

Ekko x Female!Reader

Summary: The two of them had a really bad fight, then the reader said they should take a break from their relationship and left the Firelight place. Didn't come back for a while. Both of them regret that decision but they are too stubborn to say it.

★☽A/N: AAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST!!!! Yes I do Arcane requests, it’s in my request page!!

Edit: Oops! Turns out it was a male reader- I'm so sorry for the mix up reader!

Contents: Angst in the beginning - Fluff at the end

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“You can’t just go and act like some hero!” Y/N yelled loudly at Ekko. The two had been fighting for the past hour about Ekko always going out, fighting enforcers everyday, not spending a single moment in Firelight or with Y/N. “I can’t! They are arresting innocent Zaun people and we are the only ones who can stop them!! ” He protested, “Mind your own fucking business!! You are just gonna get yourself hurt, asshole!” Y/N yelled back.

“You know what? I had it with you!” She yelled, “I’m seriously done.” She said with a stern look, that made Ekko stop. “Wait– What? Wa-Wait— are you- leaving me?” Ekko stuttered with a panicked voice. “I think it’s best for us to take a break, Ekko.” Y/N said, holding her stand. “Hey-Hey– I actually didn’t mean what I said, I’ll stop–” Ekko apologized but was cut by a hand to his face when he tried to walk towards Y/N, “Don’t act all nice now. I’m leaving the Firelight for my apartment, don’t look for me.” She told him, already walking back to their shared place to grab her stuff. Ekko was already behind her, telling her that he’s sorry and won’t do it ever again but it all fell into deaf ears.

By the time the other Firelights came back from a mission, Y/N was gone. Both Y/N and Ekko regretted their decisions but they were too hard-headed to admit their mistakes.

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‘Shit, I ran out.’ She cursed after she gave up looking for any more gears. Her friend asked her to help them with their motorcycle which Y/N agreed to. With a sigh, she picked herself up and walked outside of her little garage-like place which was far away from the Firelight place but close to her apartment.

It had been 2 weeks since the intense fight, none of them admitted their mistakes which led to more sadness as the days without each other went by.

“Raph!!”

That voice suddenly caught Y/N’s ears, ‘Ekko?’ She tried ignoring that call out but she couldn’t help but be curious of what’s going on, also worrying over Ekko’s well-being. She walked slowly and peaked behind a brick wall, seeing a whole fight between the Firelights and Silco’s henchmen. There were two henchmen with purple veins, looking like monsters, powerful ones. ‘Shimmer…’ She noted, grabbing her handmade guns, ready to shoot.

She ran swiftly, grabbing a perfect spot and armed towards the shimmered up monsters. With one eye, she aimed perfectly and shot down the henchmen, killing with a harsh headshot. The Firelights was confused, a shooter? They looked up to see Y/N crouching with a gun, holding it to shoot with perfect aim.

She dropped down and walked up to Ekko, “Still can’t listen to me? Huh, stupid.” She spat, grabbing him and put his arm around her shoulder, using her as a crutch. “Tch, don’t lecture me again.” He scoffed, “Still mad? Gosh, you sure are stubborn.” Y/N sighed, gesturing the Firelights to follow them back to the Firelight.

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“Ah! Careful-Careful- Careful!!” He begged, feeling the pain in his leg. “Don’t be such a wimp.” Y/N insulted, wrapping his leg harshly with bandages.

They stayed in silence with Y/N wrapping his wounds, stopping the bleeds. Finally she finished bandaging them up, grabbing her stuff and the new gear she bought and leaving.

“Wh-wait!!” Ekko yelled, catching up to Y/N with a limp and grabbed her arm. “What is it? Make it fast.” She sighed, looking at Ekko with poker eyes. “I’m- really sorry. I didn’t want us to fight and I know I’m stupid but fighting with you was the stupidest thing I ever did.” He admitted, apologizing for his actions. Y/N looked at him softly, she sighed and hugged him which caught him off guard. “You’re really an idiot.” Y/N mumbled. Ekko chuckled and hugged her back, “I know, but I’m your idiot.” He said, she chuckled at that statement. “I’m sorry as well, I was just- so mad that you would risk your life for others who you don’t know. You sure love being the hero.” She admitted.

“My hero.” Y/N said, kissing him softly.

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★☽A/N: Sorry if it's short!! Keep the requests coming :33

#Arcane #arcane league of legends #ekko arcane #ekko #female reader #ekko x female reader #ekko x reader

[bluiex]

NO clue if this went through the first time (tumblr being a goofy bitch rn) buttttt

"We," he rasped, a broken smile on his face, "we have to stop meeting like this," Isel muttered, his eyelids growing heavy as the back of his head collided with the wall behind him. Safe, he was safe now.

"Who did this to you," Vexite asked quietly, quick to push the rubble aside and gently pat over Isel's wounds, his heart breaking at the sight of his beloved in such a state.

Not that Isel knew who Vexite really was, the hero thought. Sometimes, you had to lie to the ones you loved most, if only to keep them alive.

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me: time 2 write scar and grian kissin, it's kissin time

also me: but what about the meta lore... is isel okay... [wink]

for context (that will also be revealed in the chapter lmao): Scar [Hero Name: Vexite, Civilian Name: Elio (meaning sun)] Grian [Villain Name: Avius, Civilian Name: Isel (meaning isolated)]

i prommy tho kissin will happen in this chapter. probably. maybe. i'm like a thousand words into this one OOPS

but. yeah. isel huh :) -☾

your names are better than what I thought of (as a joke)

THE ANGST OF THE MOVIE OOF gods- you're just amazing- gotta give you props for coming up with all this, for real its just wow

#making me wish I didnt have writers block skljngr jkhbhf #bluie gets an ask poggers #scarian actor au

[lost-eternity]

Fandom Matchups -CLOSED-

This is a matchup trade for @fourtyfourcatss. Regular matchups are still closed. Without further ado…

•──⋅☾Cabin 6 - HECATE☽⋅──•

I won’t lie. I struggled with this one. 

I think a large part of it was the fact that I wanted to sort you into Athena’s cabin however, I had just done an Athena matchup so I was slightly biased against doing another. Oop. 

Honestly, it mostly came down to Hecate and Athena for me. After much discussion with a few of my mythology buff friends I eventually settled on Hecate and here’s why.

You see, Hecate is a very tough parent. She expects a lot out of her children. She expects them to dutifully study and hone their craft to meet her high standards. As a result, those who are more likely inclined to cabin #20 would be those who are intelligent, bookish, and most important studious. 

You may be able to see where I encountered some issues here. 

Bookish, intelligent, and studious are all core characteristics of Athena’s children as well. That, paired with your ambition made it very difficult to distinguish between the two. So with such a degree of overlap between the two goddesses and their parental strategies (and the sheer scarcity of canon information on Hecate), I had to extract from the original lore. 

Firstly, and perhaps most importantly, I got the vibe that you were more intellectually inclined than athletically. At least, there were few mentions of sports or physical hobbies in your interests category. I figured that you would have included them if you found them to be an important enough characteristic of your personality or if you valued them at the same level as your intellectual pursuits. Athleticism seems to be in more of Athena’s domain than Hecate’s. 

Also, I think another key distinguishing factor is how you think. 

Athena’s children think more rigidly and tactically. They are focused on that which can be physically observed and oftentimes will outright reject the notion of things that extend metaphysically. Basically, if they cannot see, taste, touch, or smell it, it does not exist. This more close-minded albeit scientific approach to life allows them to be extremely knowledgeable but also can impede on natural creativity. 

Conversely, Hecate’s kids function with a certain degree of flexibility which ultimately promotes their creativity. As the goddess of liminal space, Hecate places heavy value on creativity, thinking outside the box, and decision-making. Hecate’s children are emotionally complex and knowledgeable individuals whose understanding of the world extends into spirituality. They are willing to embrace the unexplainable, willing to acknowledge and work with the metaphysical aspects of the world that someone from Athena’s cabin would simply refuse to acknowledge.  

Think of it like the Hermoine Granger VS Luna Lovegood style of thinking.

I think your mention of intuition is what really prompted me to consider placing you in the latter category of thinking methodology. A strong intuition and inner-directional sense is a core aspect of Hecate’s children. I’d even go so far as to call it the most important aspect shared by all of her children. 

Hecate is the goddess of crossroads after all, helping others make decisions when they come to a metaphorical crossroads in their lives is a core part of her mythos. I imagine this innate directional sense would extend to her children as well.

•──⋅☾Belief Manipulation☽⋅──•

I am going to be a bit more brief with this one as I went a bit overboard on the cabin sorting. I had a lot to say LOL. 

Okay, so this is a fun one. And probably one of the most potent powers I have dealt out so please make use of it wisely. 

I think you would have the power of belief manipulation 

Those with belief manipulation must be of unwavering conviction themselves lest they lose themselves to the potency of their own abilities. But beyond that, they must have a clever tongue and sharp wit. 

Their logical, well-disciplined minds have the ability to shake the foundations of a person’s belief, manipulating it and changing it to suit their narrative. This makes it one of the most powerful abilities one can possess. 

Belief systems are so deeply ingrained in a person’s psyche that the manipulation of it can change who that person is on a fundamental level. So much about what someone says and does is motivated by the beliefs they hold. To change that is to change them. 

Sure, you can use this ability for hijinks and scandals such as making a famous politician believe themselves to be a dog on national television- or you could use it to topple nations and shatter the foundations of societal framework. 

The choice is up to you. 

Weaknesses:

Must be in the sightline and earshot of the desired target. Earlier stages of this ability even requires physical touch. 

Difficult to undo once done. 

Certain limitations are present as a belief can be dispelled if physical, tangible evidence is presented to the target suggesting something contrary to the instilled belief. However, this depends on the target in question as some people are more susceptible to unquestioning faith than others (it is not easy to change people’s minds). 

#match up #matchup #matchups #match ups #percy jackson #percyjackson #pjo #rick riordan #fantasy #superpowers #superpower #superpowermatchup

[strawberryspotsstuff]

Another Father figure Seek x reader-- this time the reader is like-- really energetic and just wants to run around or climb on a bunch of stuff

~ stimming anon

dawww kjahsjdsah thats so adorable.

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Father figure Seek x reader

"Y/N!... Beee careefull!!" Seek advised, gasping as you jumped from one table to the other, giggling.

"I will! I will!" You shouted back as you sprung onto the next table gracefully.

It gasped again as it's wall eyes widen as it watched you, Seek quickly moving to your side watching you as you swiftly jumped to each table.

Puffing out your chest heroic, you were too distracted with your presentation, that when you went to jump to the next table your foot stepped on on your untied shoelaces!

And with your in-pending doom, you embraced the fall, closing your eyes.

But... it didn't happen.

You opened your eyes to meet... the very angry Seek. Oops. You smiled sheepishly up at Seek, rubbing the back of your neck.

"YOOU... YOU FORGOT TOO... TIE YOUR.. YOURR SHOELACESS" Seek wailed, hugging you tightly as it held you close to it's "chest" swaying back and forth.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. "I'm sorry, sorry! I forgot! Really!"

Seeks sighed as it stopped swaying you, frowning. "IT... It's okaayyy"

It's wall eyes stared at you, unblinking but if they had voices, all of them would be yelling at you.

You giggled, kicking your feet. "Thanks dad!"

"Ughh..... no problemmm"

What was it going to do with you?

#strawberrycow writes #roblox doors #father!figure seek #x energetic reader

[marc-spectorr]

love you like the sun came out

ˣ pairing: steven grant x reader

ˣ summary: steven spends an evening with two of his absolute favorites— the egyptian exhibit at the museum and you.

ˣ warnings: purely fluff + cheesy love declarations but we need it ;_;

ˣ a/n: this is just a ficlet i whipped up after bawling my eyes out at the end of episode 5. marvel better watch out bc i’m sending them a bill for my therapy this week lololol. hope you enjoy!

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“...And over here we have Osiris, the god of the underworld,” Steven enthusiastically points out, his pure excitement seeping from his voice. “Osiris had been the pharaoh of Egypt until his own brother Set murdered him out of jealousy.”

He stands beside you, oh so full of glee, and you couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face. It’s quite endearing, causing your heart to flutter out of control. Steven had practically counted down each day leading up to this moment— a casual date at the museum, the first of what he hoped would be many more to come.

Acting as your personal tour guide, Steven saves the best for last. The Egyptian exhibit is his ultimate favorite, something he couldn’t wait to share. Spending time with you surrounded by the most fascinating artifacts in ancient history is the cherry on top of an already perfect evening.

“What happened after?” You question Steven, your genuine interest fueling his eagerness. 

“Well, Set dismembered Osiris’ body and disposed of it into the Nile. Osiris’ wife Isis was devastated by his death. She then decided to search for her husband, and when she did, she put him back together and used her magic to resurrect him!”

“Ah, isn’t that romantic?” you quip, and it earns you a light chuckle from Steven. “Tell me more, babe?”

“Y-Yes! Hmm… let’s see who we else we’ve got here—”

For the next hour or so, you follow Steven as he jumps from one antiquity to another, revealing to you the story behind each one. It’s obvious to almost everyone how fond he is of Egyptian lore. He’s always so passionate when it comes to it, constantly spewing out historical tidbits with every chance he gets. 

You adore it, of course. You adore how happy and animated Steven becomes as a result. It makes you truly happy seeing him this way.

“So, this pretty lady right here is Hathor, goddess of love and joy. She’s also the goddess of music, and she— oh, um… Y/N?”

“Oops, sorry, I missed it. You were saying?”

Snapping out of your daze, you see Steven seemingly become worried as he starts glancing at the floor, now unsure of himself. He must have assumed that you were no longer interested or had grown bored, which was extremely far from the truth.

Before you could speak, an announcement plays over the speakers—the museum will be closing in fifteen minutes. Your heart sinks to your stomach when the smile on Steven’s fades, his tone expressing disappointment as he mutters, “I guess that’s it for today.”

“Wait, Steven,” you said, taking a few steps forward to close the distance between you and him. “We’ve got fifteen minutes still. Please, continue.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to keep you up so late. I know I’ve been talking non-stop in the last hour, and it’s fine if you want to go home.”

A heavy sigh then escapes your lips. “Steven—”

“Maybe Donna was right. Maybe I’m just not cut out to be a tour guide after all—”

“Steven!” You catch his attention, stopping him in the midst of his ramblings. “Sweetheart, where is this coming from?”

He shrugs emptily. “I-I don’t know. I thought that perhaps I went overboard with the whole mythology thing and probably lost you as an audience somewhere along the way. It’s okay; I’ve been told that I tend to be a bit too much, and I should have toned it down tonight. Gosh, I just ruined our date, didn’t I?”

You’re quick to shake your head no at his last statement. Exhaling, you cup his cheeks, your eyes then searching his. “Steven, this night has been perfect for me. I love each minute of it and want even more. I love how excited you get when you share these stories, and I love listening to every word you say.”

You pause for a second, glancing at the figure of Hathor on the side. “Goddess of love, right?”

“Yes,” Steven nods, “Joy and music, too. Also, she’s the goddess of the sky and fertility and—”

You don’t let him finish this time, not when you suddenly capture his lips in a sweet kiss, one he doesn’t seem to mind at all. It’s slow and tender. Gentle, like the kind of man Steven is. You hold him close, feeling him smile through the kiss, which only ends when a patron walks past and clears their throat. Prude.

“Well, in the presence of Hathor, I would like to say that I am in love with you, Steven Grant, and would love nothing more than to listen to you talk about Egypt all day and night.”

The smile on Steven’s face widens to a grin. His doe eyes lock onto yours, admiring you as if you’re the most beautiful creation since the great pyramids of Giza themselves that were built thousands of years ago. “In the presence of Hathor, I too wish to declare my love for you.”

“Well, there you go. Now that that’s out of the way…” you giggle, squeezing his cheeks and then placing a small peck on his nose. “We have around ten minutes left at the most. You’re going to tell me everything there is to know about Hathor until security kicks us out. Afterwards, I’m immediately buying us tickets online for next time so that you can finish touring the exhibit with me. Deal?”

Steven is left momentarily speechless, and you take advantage of his buffering mind to steal yet another kiss. 

When he finally does find his voice, he gives you a little laugh, and it is absolute music to your ears. “Sounds like an amazing deal to me.”

#steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #moon knight x reader #steven grant fanfic #marc spector fanfic #oscar isaac #steven grant imagine #marc spector imagine #moon knight #moon knight fanfic

[luversgirl]

MY OBX REC LIST

( ☾ = angst, ☆ = head-canon, ❀ = fluff, ✧ = smut )

rafe cameron

— mr. ghost face ✧ ( so mf funny )

— craving ✧ ( no words 😶 )

— ab riding ✧ ( oh. my. god. part 2, OH . MY. GOD )

— always been there ( series )

— manic ☾ ( love this )

— father figure ( i would die for this series. )

— eyeliner ☾ ❀

— love language ❀

— good luck charm ☾ ❀ ( qb!rafe >>> )

— honey ✧ ( series, rafe being a sub? yes please )

— euro trip ( series feat topper boi )

— broken mirror ❀ ( ma heart, it hurts )

— the aftermath ✧ ( definition of me: whore for threesomes )

— rafey ❀ ☾ ( my heart omg )

— I want you to  ❀

— qb!rafe teaching you how to play football ❀ ( aww )

— dazed ✧ ( *walks to church* )

— won’t give up ☾ ( damn daniel part 2 )

— unexpected ✧ ( oh my lordy lord )

jj maybank

— not perfect ☾ ( series )

— kick his ass ❀ ( i cant omg my heart part 2 )

— last year ☾

— sorry ✧

— bad day ❀ ☾ ( crying rn )

— wonder what she thinks of me ✧ ☾

— stains ☾ ( my heart = 💔 part 2 )

— the project ❀

— take a seat, princess ✧

— oh baby ☾

— tears ☾ ❀ ( the end omg )

— the challenges of having sex in a dorm room ✧

— forever? always ❀ ☾ ( ma heart, ma soul )

— pornhub ❀ ✧

— i thought i lost you ☾ ( ahhh )

— bellyache ☾ ( part two )

— cuts and bruises ❀

— shark bait ☾ ❀ ( chomp chomp )

— hot and bothered ✧

— touch starved ❀ ( i want this ahhhhh )

sarah cameron

— beach moments ✧

— dear diary ❀ ( so muck fluff my heart is gonna explode )

— take my breath ✧ ( feat jj )

— choose ☾ ❀ ( the end omg )

— experimental love ✧

— truth or dare ❀ ( jj was so funny lmao )

— that's my girlfriend ❀

— first time ✧ ( I’m a slut 4 sarah idk if u noticed )

— cruel summer ☾ ❀

— mine ☾ ✧

pope heyward

— cuddles ❀

— playing both sides ✧ ( feat rafe )

— better things to come ❀ ( awe )

— imagine ✧ ( their works >>> )

— grand gesture ❀ ( i want this so bad omg )

— lesson 1 don’t eat out your best friends girlfriend ✧

— in your room ❀

— nothing compares ☾

— enough for you ☾ ( sad we lost pope then we got rafe 😼 )

— popes secret ☾ ❀

— soft fingering ✧

barry

— salvation in the form of your grace ☾ ( sobbinggg )

— soft ❀ ( awe )

— dating barry headcanon ✧ ❀ ☆

— jealousy ✧

— a proposal ❀

— barry x hippie!reader ❀ ☆ ( shitting tears rn )

— nsfw alphabet ✧ ☆

— peach ✧ ( feat rafe of course )

— fucked around ❀ ( i can’t i can’t omg )

john b

— have mercy ✧

— where were you in the morning ❀ ( theirs more parts )

— i’m a what? ❀ ☾ ( i luv this sm )

— meeting the mother ❀ 

— flying high ❀ ( went on my first fight a in aug, feel u john b )

— drive in movie ✧ ( luv this song )

— red handed ✧ ( feat jj, so mf hot omggg )

— safe haven ☾ ❀

— our secret ❀ ☾ ( i hate luke 🔪🔪🔪 )

— always knew ☾ ❀

— off his mind ☾ ( ugh the angsttt )

— hold me ( content warning//sa )

— miles and miles ☾ ❀ ( so mf cute )

— rich and sad ✧ ☾

— if you ever want to be in love ❀ ( the call ahhhhh )

— morning ✧ ( i hope them walls are thicker then they look )

kiara

— mercy ✧ ( feat ms sarah cameron ovi )

— girls need love ❀ ( the fluff ahhhhh )

— surfing lessons with kiara ❀ ( my heart omg )

— girlfriend ✧ ❀

— two of the same ❀ ( yall i- )

— can’t handle it ✧ ( feat sarah )

— kiss the girl ❀ ( so mf cute )

— wish i was sarah ☾ ❀ ( ugh the angst part 2 )

notes: omg tumbler got mad there’s 100 links oops imma probably make another one lol anyway go read the fics by all these amazingly talented writers!!!

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[hyuckilstan]

can i request a mark smut, where their both idols?

and he had a monster cock, and he cream pies his s/o‼️ and makes orgasm multiple times

Ofccc I had fun with this so thanks for requesting! Also sorry for taking so long lol

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Pairing: Mark x fem!reader

Genre: smut, idolverse

Warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering, public sex, big dick Mark🌚, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, praise, petnames (baby, cub, princess, kitten).

Wc: 2.1k words (oops I went a bit overboard)

a/n: I hope you liked thiss and I didn’t really proof read so uh yeah, enjoyyy<333

The night was still young, different idols and groups gathered around for the award shows, including your group who have debuted not long ago but so far have gotten enough recognition. Enough to earn you a win for the ‘Rookie of the Year Award’. It was an honour to win such an award really.

You felt proud of yourself, your members, so were some friends you made on the way. But there was someone who was really really proud of you, and that was your boyfriend, Mark.

You guys had met while you were a trainee, being friends since you joined the company and finally dating when you debuted, it was the day you would remember forever. You were on cloud 9, extremely happy.

Keeping it a secret was hard, not to mention Mark being in a thousand groups and having to manage hectic schedules, but you managed knowing you can’t be too selfish and thankfully no one had caught up to your secret rendezvous.

You saw how Mark’s eyes beamed, his smile getting wider once he saw you up on the stage, holding the trophy you earned out of your own hard works. You smiled at him, making eye contact, he smiled back giving you a thumbs up.

You guys leave the stage after your ments, going back to your seats, Enjoying the night as it went on, finally the programme came to an end and you all got to the dressing rooms, your friends had left saying they were going to go get some things to eat and drink for a celebration and you nod, waving them off.

You put away your makeups, accessories and what not, cleaning up the table, you jolt when you hear the familiar voice behind you, looking up on the mirror to see non other than Mark, he looked really good, his hair, makeup, outfit, everything was on point, the stylist did a really good job.

“Am I that scary?” he chuckles and you face towards him, shaking your head and heading towards him. “I’m so proud of you princess,” he says pulling you close to his chest, wrapping his arms around you. “Mark, we can’t be doing this here,” you say and try to nudge him away but he didn’t budge.

“No one will come in,” he says starting to kiss down your neck, “How do you know?” you asked again, actually scared but thrilled, “I checked, now....” he pulls away lifting you up by your thighs and setting you up on the table, “Let me give you another award, to show you how proud I am.”

You watch him intently, his hands that caressed your sides as he moved lower gave you goosebumps, you felt wetness gush out of you when he looked up and smiled, pulling your shorts down, he looks at your soaked panty, enjoying how hitched your breaths were as he slid them down as well, agonizingly slow.

“Ju-just hurry up Mark,” you grew antsy, looking at the door which anyone could open anytime but at the same time, something in you enjoyed this, Mark blows on your core, and you exhaled heavily as the cold air hits your core. Before you could say anything else, Mark’s mouth was already in contact with your entrance, devouring you like it was his last meal.

Your grip on his hair, as his tongue lapped in and out of your wet hole, and you tried your best to contain your moans, biting your lips. He hums as he eats you out, only increasing the pleasure you felt even more. Mark sure knew how to work with his tongue, the wet, filthy sounds could be heard, too clearly that it was almost embarrassing.

You put your hands over your mouth as his tongue moved faster, his hands spread your thighs apart so you wouldn’t close them. You unconsciously roll your hips forward searching for even more pleasure. “Greedy aren’t we?” Mark mumbles with his mouth still attached to your cunt, sucking it and dipping his mouth in your hole. You let out a moan, unable to control it from coming out this time.

As if it couldn’t get any better, Mark’s hand slowly slides up from your inner thighs to your clit, rubbing it with enough pressure to make your mind go hazy, making you whimper.

“That’s right baby, feels good hmm?” he says against your cunt, still too absorbed into hearing your whimpers and moans as he ate you out. You knew it wouldn’t take long for you to reach your high, you had never seen nor felt Mark be this eager to devour you, to be buried between your thighs.

Soon it was hard to hold in your whimpers, especially with Mark who kept playing with your clit as he ate you out like a professional. When he sucked on your folds again, that’s when you finally climaxed all over his tongue. But it would be stupid this think this was over just yet.

Mark licks up your release, “You taste so sweet, just how I like it,” he wipes his lips, going up to your face to kiss you, you kissed back, unable to keep up with his tongue basically shoved down your throat.

You gasped in the kiss as he suddenly inserts two fingers into your hole, squeezing his shoulders as you clench around hus fingers tightly, still sensitive from your very recent release.

“Mark,” you moaned his name in the kiss as he continued kissing you, “It’s okay baby, I just want to stretch you out,” he replies and you hum in the kiss. He starts kissing you on the neck, careful not to make too much marks as he scissored you, stretching you out, prepping you because you know so well about how huge he was, it was unbelievable the first time you guys had sex, after then you both knew that to take Mark, it needed a lot of foreplay.

Mark was good at everything he did, especially with pleasuring you, it was as if he knew what parts made you go crazy and which were most sensitive that would make you moan out his name in ecstasy.

It had been a while since he kept plunging his fingers in and out of you, obvious that he wanted you to climax not only around his mouth but also all over his fingers, and it didn’t take long for the familiar knot in your stomach to tighten again given that you were still sensitive.

He honestly wanted to rip your shirt off, wanting to see every part of you as you fall apart on his fingers alone, he loved your outfit but suddenly he hates it as it got in the way, but he stopped himself from ripping it off to save you the trouble of having to explain why your shirt was ripped and destroyed.

Mark notices how you kept squirming under him, and he smirks, “You’re close baby?” you nod throwing your head back as he curls his fingers, his fingers moving even faster, “Then come for me.” That’s all it took for you to release your juices on his fingers.

You watch him as he licks his fingers clean and damn it was a sight to see, he leans closer to kiss you, pushing his tongue past your lips so that you could taste your own release.

Then you realised, that was just to prep you for the actual thing, your eyes land on the tent that formed under his pants, “You don’t have to you know,” he says, looking where you were looking with a smile. You shook your head, “No I do,” you reply in a low tone.

So what if you might not be able to walk the next day, atleast you would have gotten a great fuck and not blue ball your boyfriend who had treated you so well.

He chuckles, unzipping his pants, pulling them down showing the evident bulge in his briefs, honestly you’re still surprised by his size, just imagining how stretched his cock would and could make you made you feel things, especially in your throbbing core.

He finally takes his length out of its confinement, wasting no time and aligning it to your entrance, rubbing his tip along your folds to collect your juices first. “Tell me if it hurts kitten,” he says and you nod, just waiting for him to hurry the fuck up and fuck you.

He slowly pushes his length in inch by inch, as every inch stretched you out so deliciously your eyes rolled back, he kept kissing you so that your whimpers would get muffled and you would get distracted from the pain, he knew he could hurt you easily so he was careful not to. He patiently waits for you to adjust to his size no matter how hard it was with you clenching around him.

The pain you felt took a while to fade away but thankfully Mark was being his patient self, cupping your face and kissing you to distract you. Once the pain had finally faded away and you realised that your boyfriend was balls deep into you, you knew you wanted more.

“Mark, move,” you say and Mark nods, you did tell him to start moving and he did, but you didn’t expect him to fuck you in an inhumane pace, he rammed into you without mercy, you couldn’t contain your moans anymore, it was too hard to.

His name comes out of your mouth as a mantra, he takes a good look on your face, lipstick smudged, mascara too and the rest of your makeup was basically ruined, the way he was ruining you with his cock right now, it turned him on even more.

“You’re doing so good for me cub, you feel so fucking good,” he says in a raspy voice, unable to control himself from sucking and nibbling on the skin of your neck, which would eventually turn into a hickey. You moan out as he grips on your hips, fucking into you with even more force and power than before.

You weren’t even sure if this was an “Award” as he puts it anymore because right now, you were overstimulated and sensitive with your boyfriend mercilessly pounding into you like a dog in heat, actually that makes both of you because you couldn’t complain, not when he was fucking you so good, hitting all the right places.

He hits your g-spot and you clench around him so tight his hips halted for a while as he lets out a low grunt, and he keeps hitting the same spot making you a moaning mess. Now both of you breathing heavily as he continued fucking into you in a fast pace.

Your hands grabbed the corners of the table gripping it tightly keeping yourself in place, making it easier for Mark to slam his dick into you. You totally forgot that you were in a place where anyone could just walk in and catch you two in the act, but did you give a fuck? No, more like you didn’t even remember you were in that situation.

Your ability to think properly was long gone because you had almost reached your high, you knew Mark was too as the rhythm of his thrusts were messy now, “Oh shit princess, can I please come in you?” he begs you, his hips faltering now and his thrusts becoming sloppy.

You nodded your head frantically once again and he shoots his warm seeds into you, letting out a long sigh of relief, so did you, you had never felt so relieved.

He pulls out of you, watching as his and your own release flowed out of you, pooling on the table,“Holy shit,” Mark curses resting his forehead onto yours, caressing your cheeks, combing through your hair.

Mark’s eyes land on the tissue box beside, pulling the tissues out to clean the mess on the table and between your thighs. “Y/N?” you both jerk your heads to the door, which Mark locked but you didn’t know when, “Yes?” you respond after clearing your sore throat so that your voice wouldn’t come out hoarse.

“You ready? We are trying to head to the cafeteria, Haechan and Chenle are also here, Mark too but we couldn’t find him,” one of your members says behind the door, you look at Mark who just looked at you with a smile as he pulled his pants up, and taking your shorts helping to put them on.

“I uh- not yet,” you respond, it went silent for a while. “You sure do take your time, but okay we’ll be there and bring Mark if you see him.” You responded with an okay and you heard the footsteps fade away and you sighed in relief.

You look at Mark who was wearing a shit eating grin, you slapped his chest making him laugh, “I told you it was risky!” he kept laughing while you pouted. “You didn’t seem to mind when I was fucking you so good,” he teases you making your cheeks and ears heat up. He turns your back to you offering a piggyback ride, and you got onto his back. “I wanna tell you one more thing,” you hum in question to his words.

“I’m proud of you.”

©hyuckilstan 2022. All Rights Reserved.

#lune’s requests [📮] #mark ff #mark fanfic #mark smut #nct ff #nct fanfic #nct smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut

[lacharcutiere]

x2 [suna rintarō]

1k words

✯haikyuu!! masterlist✯

alcohol consumption, soft angst

mara comin thru w a fic based on My Real Life Experiences™️ oops, s/o to bri for being my hype man and sam (not on here) for also being my hype man and telling me i should j write fics about my real life because Mara is Accidentally Y/N™️. technically this is unfinished but i’m posting it like this bc it’s basically what actually happened to me n i don’t wanna make shit up for stuff i don’t remember lol

☾𓆙𓂻

two sips of vodka, two times you catch him staring at you in the span of a few seconds, two vapes he’s hitting at the same time, two hugs because he says “y’re not coming back” no matter how many times you laugh and tell him you promise you’ll see him around. the two of you in your mom’s old car, and it’s only the first time you’ve hung out properly, so there’s not two of that.

you were in front of his house just five minutes later than you said, waiting with the engine still running, kanye blasting. to aran’s first to pick up a bottle of vodka (mostly empty, actually, rin complained when he gets back in the car; he got ripped off), then to his, where you passed his sister on the stairs and she gave you a smile and a laugh, real ones. he led you into his room, where you sat on his bed awhile, and you commented about how clean it was (definitely not what you expected, and cleaner than yours at the moment) and he laughed and told you he’d manically cleaned it hours before. that’s where the two sips of vodka came in; all you drank that night because you had to be home by one. shortly after was the first time you caught him staring at you twice within maybe thirty seconds. the only other time anyone had ever looked at you like that had been when they were about to kiss you. you wondered if you wanted him to kiss you, too. instead you asked what he wanted to do, and he said, dunno, up to you, and you suggested drive around because after this you didn’t know if you’d ever be back in this town.

☁︎︎

through winding roads through the woods and past a country club, past the street you’ve lived on for the past ten years, and a quick circle through the parking lot of the middle school you went to.

“‘s where it all started,” you tell him, with a little sad laugh.

the alcohol’s beginning to hit him now, and he asks if you can stop at the gas station down the road so he can take a piss. he hits two vapes when he gets back in the car and laughs, ‘s how you know i’m drunk, he says.

☁︎︎

you drive all the way up to the town on the bay; there’s still snow and ice on the ground. it’s pretty, still with christmas lights strung on the trees lining the streets downtown. the two of you park near the boardwalk and get out; go down to the tiny little lighthouse to see if you can get inside, but there’s a padlock on the door and it’s fucking freezing and in the end you surrender and get back in the car.

☁︎︎

a while later he’s even more drunk, you’re not, obviously, because you’re driving down the interstate and also because you need to be home in a couple hours so you can finish packing because you’re going back to school tomorrow. and he’s going to stay here, or maybe not, because he’s got six days to decide if he wants to move away with his mom. if there’s nothing keeping you here, you tell him, do it.

“but, like,” he says, and it’s slurred a little and you’re behind the wheel, speeding down the highway, “i don’t wanna run away from everything, you know? wanna, like, resolve all my shit first.”

“but what shit do you have to resolve?”

he laughs. “dunno.”

“so do it, get outta this shitty town. i promise it’ll be good; ‘s what i did.”

he laughs again: “ha, you’re right, you’re right. maybe i will.”

☁︎︎

there are a couple moments where, as streetlights cast strange shadows on you as you drive past them and you listen to him speak, you wonder what the two of you could be.

☁︎︎

heading back to aran’s for a bit because… you don’t actually know, but why not, high school comes up in the conversation, and you say something about how you’re glad you’re no longer who you used to be and,

“what’re you talking about?”

“ha, what do you mean? you knew me in high school. sort of.”

“kidding, right? i know so many people who thought you were bad.”

you’re silent for a while, and he repeats it.

“…who?”

“like… samu! aran! lotsa guys!”

“i… what the fuck?”

“yeah, y’ kidding? everyone thought you were some, like, badass chick or whatever.”

you snort. “that’s news to me.”

“no ‘s not, you gotta know. ‘s why you got that thing ‘bout bein’ a catfish on your instagram isn’t it?”

“what? no, ha, that’s about, like, my personality—“

“but your personality’s what makes you not a catfish?”

“hah, oh my god, no, are you kidding, i’m nowhere near as cool as i seem, i’m a fucking nerd,” you laugh.

“nah exactly! y’d be a catfish if y’ didn’t have a personality but ya do. so you’re not a catfish, and you’re very pretty…”

he goes on and on talking. you smile at the road in front of you and just listen.

☁︎︎

the night ends where it began, too, with you sitting next to him on his bed—well, really he’s lying down now, but then he sits up again because oh yeah, rings! and you laugh and he fills your hands with rings and then you tell him, “alright, dude, i really have to go now,” and you stand.

what to say? “see you around?” you settle on, even though you're not sure you will.

it takes him a second to stand up, but he does. “hug?” his arms are open.

you walk into them.

“‘s gotta be a long hug, because you’re not comin’ back.”

you laugh a little. “yes, i am!”

“not comin’ back.”

“i am—”

“no. not comin’ back.”

he lets go after a while, and you’re heading to the door, the rings jingling in your pocket now, about to say, see ya, and he goes,

“two hugs, because you’re not coming back.”

you laugh and indulge him. this one’s longer than the first. he kisses your shoulder when you pull away. and then you're heading back downstair, you’re out the door, walking back to your car in the freezing fucking cold, wondering what just happened.

you think about what he said. you should just stay here, with me. we coulda been great friends. he’s right, you think. you wonder about wasted time, about how in high school you’d been so scared to leave what was comfortable, leave your shitty friends, so scared of what people like him thought of you, and all along the truth had been that they’d never seen you the way you saw yourself. it’s usually like that, isn’t it?

#suna rintaro #suna angst #suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro fic #haikyuu fic #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader angst #soft haikyuu angst #haikyuu angst #mara writes fics #hello i have once again arisen from the dead